“Oh my God, that was fantastic!”
“Yeah”
“Amazing… so good.”
“Yeah.”
She put her beige bra back on, backwards, fastening the clasp over her sternum before spinning it around and manhandling each of her breasts back into the cups.
“We can’t do this anymore.”
“I know.”
“I’ll miss it.”
She kissed me on the forehead, a salty, wet kiss. My cock twitched involuntarily, heavy and wet between my legs. “We need to get back to work before anyone notices we’re missing.”
We slipped unobtrusively back into the office, and didn’t do it again for almost a year.
***
“Hey, got a minute?”
“Sure…” I looked up from my computer. She was standing in the entrance to my cube, hand on hip, and she had that look on her face. “Wait, really?
“Yes, really.”
“I don’t know, I’m kind of busy actually…”
“It’ll be quick… you don’t actually have to do anything.”
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“That’s my problem. Now come on. Five minutes, supply closet!”
I was, of course, there in two minutes. I closed the door behind me. It didn’t have a lock, but what are the odds that someone would barge in on us? Anyway, nobody had yet. So far we’d been very lucky. A large part of the thrill, for both of us I think, was how rushed and dangerous and naughty and furtive it all felt.
She had already removed her bra. Now she pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts, large and shapely and beautiful. Her nipples stood out in excitement, mirroring the arousal of my own cock.
“Pants down,” she commanded. “Sit.”
I sat on a metal filing cabinet, and she got down on her knees and wasted no time at all, swallowing my erection, slurping up and down, caressing and stroking the shaft, squeezing my balls and then focusing on sucking the head while her tongue flicked at the underside and she furiously jerked me off, my cock well lubricated with her spit.
She briefly popped her head up. “Tell me before you come.”
I knew the drill, and she wasn’t wasting any time at all. We weren’t about prolonging the pleasure, a slow build-up to an amazing mutual climax, or the delicious agony of an extended edging session; this was all about instant gratification, nasty, quick and dirty.
“Now!” I half-shouted, half-whispered, “Now, please, right now!”
She stopped instantly, letting my obnoxiously hard, urgently swollen penis pop out of her mouth. Nobody in the office, I believe, would have thought that prim and pretty mouth capable of such filthy escapades. She hiked up her skirt, pulling cream-colored panties to one side, and sat down on my cock, engulfing me in her hot wet cunt.
She put her arms around me, pulling my face into her naked breasts, as she ground herself on my dick. “I love fucking your cock,” she said. She had told me this before, but I never got tired of hearing it. “My favorite part is feeling you come in my pussy. Later on I’ll rub your jizz all over my clit behind my desk, and I’ll get myself off thinking about fucking you, and nobody will even know…”
That was my cue. Humping back at her, lifting our combined weight off of the metal cabinet with my hips, smothering my cries into her big fleshy her tits, I came.
She stayed with me, rocking back and forth, slower now, until my cock was soft. She stood up, adjusting her underwear back into position, admiring my wet and slippery and much reduced dick. There was a gratifying stain on the front of her sensible panties. I ogled her body unabashedly as she got dressed.
“We really can’t do this anymore.”
***
Six months later.
She waited patiently for me to get off the phone. As soon as I hung up, it started ringing again. It was one of those days.
“Busy?” she asked, possibly ironically.
“No, not at all,” I said, ignoring the insistent bleating of the phone on my desk, never mind all the waiting texts and email messages. “But you are married.”
“I sure am,” she said. “And the sex” (she leered obscenely which was a jarring look on her normally wholesome, cherubic face) “is fantastic!”
“I really can’t this instant,” I said regretfully. “I’m swamped.”
“That’s ok,” she said. “I just wanted to invite you over. She wants to watch me with a guy. She’s curious. You just have to pretend we’ve never done it before.”
***
She met me at her front door wearing comfy-looking pink pajamas with red strawberries printed all over them. She stuck her tongue out at me, waggling her eyebrows like Groucho Marx. “Come on in!”
Her wife was lovely, but not at all what I’d expected. She was a big girl, in every sense of the word. She must have stood over six feet tall, and while she certainly was not fat, she was definitely a whole lot of lady. Curves for days. She had an unruly mop of curly black hair, she held a martini in one hand, a small blue vibrator in the other, and she wore a black silk kimono. I had the strong sense that she could kick my ass from here to next Tuesday if she was of such a mind.
She offered me a glass of water, which I accepted, and the three of us made nervous, awkward small talk for a very short while until her wife said, “I’m getting antsy, could we just fast forward to the main event?”
That sounded fine to me. She peeled off her pink pajama tops, revealing those gorgeous breasts, while I self-consciously proceeded to get naked.
“Sit down.” I plopped my naked butt down in an overstuffed paisley armchair. She got down on her knees between my thighs, and started licking my dick.
This wasn’t the urgent, frenzied blowjob I’d become used to; she was taking her sweet, sweet time. Across from us on the couch, her wife sipped her martini and switched on the vibrator.
She started by slurping up and down my erect cock like a big lollipop, and she looked absolutely adorable doing so. It was kind of nice to be able to admire her pretty face and her pretty tits, and to not be in a hurry to come and worried about someone barging in on us at any moment.
She licked, she sucked, she nibbled the underside, she flicked her tongue at the tip, she kissed it, she damn near swallowed the entire length at one point. It was bliss. Two things she did not do were establish a rhythm, or use her hands. It was bliss, but it was also exquisite torture. My dick strained and bobbed as she delicately kissed my dangling balls.
Her wife made a growling noise like a grizzly awakening from hibernation. “Damn, that’s hot!” Her kimono fell open, and I caught a glimpse of a lush black triangle of pubic hair.
She tugged my hands, and I found myself on all fours on the carpeted floor. She lay on her side beneath me.
The buzzing of the vibrator simultaneously became more intense and more muffled. “Fuck her face!”
Well, who was I to argue? With a smile, she parted her lips, and I took great pleasure in fucking her mouth like a pussy, shoving my cock in and out between those pretty, pretty lips. She did gag a little, and I did not stop.
One of her hands found it’s way to my ass, a wet finger pressed against my anus, gently but insistently penetrating me. It felt amazing. Beyond amazing. I could feel the excitement gathering in my balls.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Her wife was very obviously enjoying the show. “Don’t hold back! Come in her fucking mouth!”
I did not hold back. She was fingering my ass with at least two fingers now, molesting my anus with the rhythm of a hammer drill, skewering me deeper and deeper with every thrust of my hips. I had a hand on the back of her head now, my fist full of her lovely brown hair, and I was fucking her mouth hard and fast, approaching my climax like an express train on a downhill track. She coughed and gurgled, but stayed with me, fingers buried up to the knuckles in my asshole.
For once, I didn’t have to be quiet, and I took full advantage of that fact, baying out loud like a hyena, like a whole fucking troop of howler monkeys, coming in her mouth so hard that I saw stars and nearly blacked out. She stayed with me for the entire orgasm, sucking every last drop of semen out of my cock and swallowing it down.
“Oh fuck yeah,” her wife grunted. “That was great.”
Her fingers slipped out of my overstimulated ass, and my dick popped wetly out of her mouth. She grinned up at me, a wicked, wolfish grin that exposed all of her perfect teeth. She looked extremely pleased with herself.
Wife asked me if she could get me a drink or anything before I left, in a tone that suggested pretty clearly that my presence there was no longer required. I pulled on my clothes and used the bathroom, and left them, only slightly sorry that I wasn’t going to be allowed to stick around for the second act.
***
“Busy?”
“Not especially. But you’re a married woman.”
“That’s my problem, not yours.”
“It would be my problem if your wife finds out and decides to kick my ass.”
“She’s not going to do that. Come on. Supply closet. Five minutes.”
Five minutes later, I was in the supply closet, waiting for her. Five minutes turned into seven, and then eight. This was unprecedented. Finally she burst in, closing the door quickly and quietly behind her.
“Sorry, I got hung up.” She set her phone down on a shelf and slithered out of her brown slacks and her panties, kicking them to one side, and started unbuttoning her blouse. “The other night at my house was really fun,” she said as the frumpy floral blouse fell onto the tile floor, followed immediately by her sensible beige bra. “But I like being sneaky even better. Why don’t you lick my kitty a bit?”
I had never had the pleasure. She lay down on the cold tile floor of the closet, using her crumpled up heap of clothes for a pillow. “Get naked first. I like watching you naked.”
When I was fully undressed, I dived in between her legs, and was gratified to find her already very wet. Her taste was musky, feminine, and clean, and I took a lot of pleasure in eating her out, running my tongue up and down her vulva and exploring between her pouting labia, slurping up and down and in and out, before settling in to sucking her fat pink clit and tickling her pussy and ass with my slick fingers. She was very clearly enjoying what I was doing, and she was also very clearly having a very hard time keeping quiet about it, which was also extremely gratifying.
I came up for air, with a big smile all over my very wet face.
“Why don’t you lick me from behind?”
She rolled over onto her knees, with her shapely rump thrust right up in my face. I dove back in, licking her wet and juicy pussy while she fingered her clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue across her little crinkled anus, and she cooed and wiggled her hips. I took the hint.
I licked her asshole, insinuating my tongue into her tight little hole, licking up and down and all around it, while she furiously rubbed her clit. “If you keep that up,” she said, “I think I’m going to come!” I kept it up.
“Why don’t you stick it in my ass?”
“??”
“Right now. Your cock. In my ass!”
Apparently things were plenty slippery without any auxiliary lube, because I slid right in. “Oh yeah,” she hissed, grinding her clit hard and humping back against me. “That’s the stuff!”
We came together. That was another first. Neither one of use was able to keep very quiet as I exploded deep in her ass, and she clenched and shook and quivered through a long and drawn-out orgasm all over my cock. I guess we were just lucky that nobody heard us and came in to investigate. At some point, I suppose, our luck’s bound to run out.
We disentangled, sticky and oozing and flushed and all out of breath.
“I like sneaking around too,” I said as I hurriedly got dressed. It’s good to get lucky, but it’s also good not to push your luck too much. “But I also really liked it when your wife was watching us.”
“Oh, she’s watching alright.” She pointed at her cell phone, leaning unobtrusively on a metal shelf full of legal pads and post-it notes, tilted in our direction. “Wave at the camera!”
I waved, and her wife waved back.
As I left the supply closet, I felt like I was floating six inches above the floor. And maybe I was.
END