Tuesday after breakfast we tried to rekindle the previous night’s good time. I had overheard my Husband talking to Will about trying it on the massage table so, the eager slut that I am, I positioned myself on it to be accessible to their cocks. It didn’t work. The massage table was under a gambrel ceiling, which I propped myself against but proved problematic for the men.
My Man ended the scene abruptly. I followed him into the bathtub, begged him to continue, but he ordered me and the boy to wash up. Will wanted to keep going, and I understood that he was blue-balled, but I had to follow my Husband no matter what.
I tried to spice things up by reading them a series of emails exchanged between me and Wayne Warbucks, the most powerful man in the office building I worked at last year, when I went undercover as a civilian and got a job in a bookkeeping firm. He was a Navy Seal in his younger days. Now at fifty-something and president of a big engineering company, he’s still a muscleman, with broad shoulders that taper to a perfect tight butt. I had been trying to get the man’s attention for a year, and just recently gotten some kind of traction with a very forward, very explicit email:
Can I be honest? I’ve had this fantasy since last year of us working after hours at your office when everyone else has left. You bend me over on my knees on those blonde leather chairs across your desk, pull my skirt up to reveal my smooth pussy, and fuck me furiously. Let me know when you can meet.
Mr. Warbucks replied:
I was on a conference call when I read your email and I was so horny that I had to take an immediate action while I was in the call. Do you have kik?
Notwithstanding letting my men in on the sexy email exchange, we spent the day doing non-sexual activities. We worked on an Arduino device and played with magnets. By dusk we settled into the couch and watched The Grand Tour while I snuggled my head into my Husband’s shoulder and traced lines on my boyfriend’s hand. Will left soon after.
Wednesday morning my Husband told me we were expecting the Lobsterman, this time to bring a tribute of kine bud. The men started off the visit with a smoke in the basement as usual. My Man invited me down when they were done. I wore a pair of thick black thigh high socks under a little black minidress, expecting it to be cold in the basement, but my Husband had set up a propane heater in addition to a cushion for my knees and a chair for the old man. I serviced his cock with my mouth in appreciation of his gift. It took over half an hour and the old man could not muster any cum.
“I don’t think it’s gonna work this time,” he apologized.
“It’s okay… just relax…” I answered as I continued to suck on his cock.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” he said. “It’s not your fault.” He hugged my shoulder. “You’re so persistent, God bless you.” He got dressed and left.
I faced my Husband feeling defeated. He welcomed me in his arms, made love with my ass, and made me feel better. After washing up he licked and fucked my pussy, and added more cum to my ass for good measure.
The slut revitalized, I brazenly asked Mr. Warbucks via kik to meet me at his office that night. He agreed. I asked him to leave the back door of his office building unlocked so I could slip in quickly. He instructed me to lock it before I come upstairs to his office.
It felt like a heist and I was dressed for it: the same little black minidress and black thigh-high socks from earlier that day, with tall boots and leather trench coat added for the cold outdoors. I snuck into the building. It felt weird being back there again, this time covertly after hours to meet with The Boss for some slut action. He was waiting for me in his corner office. It was dark. The only light emanated from an MP3 player softly pulsing Bruno Mars.
“Here I am again,” I said breathlessly before walking into his muscled arms. We kissed. His mouth tasted like breath mints. I wondered if he could taste the spicy seafood noodle soup I had for dinner. His hands crept down to the hem of my little black dress and felt my bare ass. He lifted me on his desk, parted my legs, and got down to lick my slit. I wanted to pinch myself as I looked at the powerful man on his knees between my thighs.
He turned me around, bent me over his desk, and finger-fucked my wet pussy. I whimpered, almost lost myself to the pleasure, and reached behind me for that hard cock straining against his pants. I wanted it. I wanted to taste it. I got down on my knees, undid his pants, and put his cock in my mouth. I reveled in the look of desire on his face while I polished his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat.
He pulled me up and lay me across his conference table, my ass on the edge and my legs parted in the air. I felt his cock poised at the entrance of my hungry cunt.
“Fuck me,” I begged him.
“I told myself I wouldn’t bang you tonight,” he whispered. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
I watched him consider it, then decide to pull away from me. I got off the table and pulled him to the blonde leather chairs I fantasized about for a year. I sat in one of them and deep throated his cock. He put both hands on either side of my head and throat fucked me until he came. I swallowed the sweet dessert down and showed him my empty mouth. He shook his head at my silliness. I relaxed in the leather chair and hitched my leg up on an arm to reveal my pouting pussy.
He composed himself and leaned on his desk. “So you and your Husband have an open relationship?”
“He loves me unconditionally,” I tried to define my marriage. My Husband doesn’t like the term open relationship. He and I are each other’s primary partners. No one can challenge that. Everyone else we get involved with come after.
“I’m married,” he disclosed. “She’s very prudish.”
I knew. I got up and put my arms around his neck. We kissed.
“I’m going home with the taste of your cum in my mouth,” I whispered to him.
“I’m going home with the taste of your pussy,” he replied then gave my ass a pat. “I promised to help with physics homework tonight. Let’s get out of here before I fuck you on the stairs.”
I threw my coat back on and left while he closed things down in his office.
When I got home, my Husband was in the shower. I undressed completely and got in. I told him everything that happened and recreated the scene with him in the shower until I swallowed another load of cum in my mouth. Later on in bed we acted out my scene with Mr. Warbucks in greater detail. I downed my third cum load of the night before I went to sleep.
Have you ever had an office affair? Ever fucked in your workplace?
Love, Lust, and Liberty,
16-year-old Dylan also came up for a hug. He had grown from a chubby boy with Freddie Mercury teeth to a young man with short blonde hair, braces, and a hot bod! Call me a perv, but his good looks are not lost on me. The hug felt good. I walked right into his arms. He wrapped them around my back and squeezed.