Carla and Jim had met at school and had been married for eighteen years. In that time they’d hit a few rocky patches, even a short separation. But, deep down, they were devoted to each other and if anything, that separation brought them closer than they’d ever been.
They’d had two girls who were now both grown and away at different universities.
Jim and Carla both worked for the same company but in different divisions. Carla was ambitious but, with hard work and lots of late nights, had worked her way up to a senior management position. Jim was content in his entry level position and, between them, they lived a comfortable life.
With the kids away, their devotion to each other had been nurtured, including their lust.
Where some couples experienced empty nest syndrome, all Jim and Carla experienced was a rekindling of their desire for each other. Unable to get enough of each other, that passion had began to spill into the workplace occasionally….
It was 6 p.m., and Jim had needed to stay late to get the current review document finished for it’s deadline on Monday. He knew Carla would still be upstairs on the 28th floor. He turned off his computer and began daydreaming about his wife.
She was beautiful. She always had been but, as they got older, she seemed to blossom. Her once-long brown hair was now a natural silvery white, her large hazel eyes hidden behind black-framed cat-eye glasses and her teasing smile was decorated with a shiny red lipstick. She was curvy with a classic hourglass figure, and wonderful round fleshy boobs that she loved to flaunt.
She loved to flirt with guys, tease them with a nudge and a wink here and there. Suggestive to the point they’re not sure if they have a chance with her or not… But that’s always as far as it went for Carla.
She was deeply in love with Jim. Jim knew she was a flirt, but he also knew that, at the end of the day, her heart (and her voluptuous body) belonged to him.
Jim’s daydreams of his wife caused a stirring, so he switched his laptop off and turned off the office lights as he made his way to the elevator. The carriage arrived with a ping and he pressed for the 28th floor.
Carla was sat in her office, head down at her desk. It was month end and these invoices weren’t going to reconcile themselves. Finance was her weak spot and she hated this task but she had worked hard to get where she was so she wasn’t going to complain. She finally had her own office. A glass walled room that looked out over the 28th floor and an amazing view high above the city. Not that you could see much now it was dark outside, other than the faint outline of other office blocks and Christmas lights twinkling in the dark streets below.
Carla sighed as she looked at the stack of invoices. She couldn’t concentrate. She knew Jim had been working late and would be on his way up to her office soon. Her mind had been elsewhere most of the day thanks to Jims passionate kiss in the parking lot this morning, resulting in needing to reapply her lipstick and a heat between her legs that wouldn’t fade…
Her mind wandered back to the kiss. As they stood waiting for the elevator, Carla leant over to give him her usual peck on the lips, but this morning she lingered, and Jim couldn’t resist. He slid his fingers through her hair, he gently gripped a handful, pulling her head softly back, exposing her neck. He kissed from her ear, down her sensitive neck, leaving butterfly kisses all the way down to her now heaving chest. Carla dropped her handbag on the floor and with both hands on either side of Jim’s head, guided him back to her mouth and began to kiss passionately, bodies pressed against each other, breathing heavily and only interrupted by the elevator ping and a thankfully empty carriage.
Carla was brought out of her daydream when she heard the elevator arrive and immediately she felt a pulse between her legs, butterflies in her tummy and her breath caught in her throat. They were like horny teenagers all over again.
Sitting at her desk she swivled her chair ninety degrees and checked her appearance in the inky black reflection of her floor-to-ceiling windows. She adjusted her boobs in her bra and pulled her top down a little more, give the girls some air… The slit in her tight pencil skirt showed just enough thigh to tantalize.
She spun back to her desk, wriggled her stocking feet back into her patent black heels that had previously been discarded under her desk, and began tidying her work away as she saw Jim walking up to her office past the banks of empty desks.
He looked so handsome. The only light on that floor was coming from her office but she could still see the smile on his face as he wandered over. He was taller than her, perfect for laying her head on his chest when they embraced. His shaved head, along with his salt and pepper beard, dark-rimmed glasses and piercing blue eyes, coupled with a toned and strong physique, made many women pay him attention, but he was oblivious to it all. He only had eyes for Carla.
He tapped on her door as he entered. More out of habit than anything.
“Hey babe, you almost done?” he asked as he took a seat in the dark red Chesterfield settee facing her desk.
“Yep, just clearing away now. How’s your day been?”
He gave her a teasing smirk. “Distracted… And yours?”
Carla smiled back. “Same.”
She looked over her glasses at him, biting her lip and gave a breathy sigh. She suddenly felt dizzy with desire. She had always wanted to fuck her husband on her desk, and now was her chance!
Carla gathered the files on her desk, stood and made her way across to the filing cabinet on the other side of her office.
Jim watched her as she’d gathered the piles of paperwork. As she leaned forward her low cut top gave him a heart-stopping glimpse of her perfect, heavy breasts, and he felt that familiar stirring in his trousers. She’d slid round the desk clutching a stack of files and walked over to the filing cabinets. He watched her body sway like in slow motion. From the way her shiny black heels made her hips sway, to the slit in her skirt flashing just the suggestion of a stocking top. He had always wanted to fuck her on her desk and he couldn’t help but hope today was the day.
Carla finished filing away her days work and went over and perched herself on the edge of her desk.
“So, just how distracted have you been today?” Carla asked him with a twinkle in her eye.
Jim grinned, shifted his suit jacket to the side, exposing a distinctive tenting in his trousers and raised his eyebrows.
Carla breathed in silently and subconsciously brought a finger up to the spot on her neck where he had kissed her this morning. Eyes fixed on his crotch, she nibbled her lower lip and ran a finger along the collar of her blouse til she reached the fleshy mound of her chest, she traced down her cleavage until she reached the first button of her blouse and undid the top button while making eye contact with Jim.
Jim shifted in his seat, his eyes danced over his beautiful wife. Her eyes, her lips, he watched her hand slide down where his mouth had been ten hours ago. His cock strained at the fabric and he adjusted the material to allow himself a little more room. Carla’s chest was rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm and he found himself matching her breathing. He wondered if she would keep unbuttoning her blouse or would he have to go and assist?
Carla thought about stopping there and just walking over to Jim on the settee and mounting him, fucking his brains out there and then… But no! She wanted to savour this opportunity. She wanted to play out all her work fantasies with him.
She continued her slow strip tease, unbuttoning the next button and the next. Her huge boobs spilled over the lace of her white push-up bra. She pulled her shirt out of her skirt waistband and unbuttoned the last button, allowing it to fall open completely. She raised one hand and fingered the lace of her bra, pulling it down slightly, giving a second’s glimpse of her big brown nipple. Jim growled softly and adjusted his crotch again. Carla felt a surge of wetness in her knickers when Jim groaned. She loved to hear how she turned him on.
She continued the tease. Carla’s hands moved from her bra, traced a line down her body to her belly, skimmed over her tummy and down her thigh to the split in her skirt which she grabbed and pulled the fabric up higher, showing her knickers. Jim groaned again and Carla’s knees gave a little quiver.
Her hands went to the back of her skirt and searched for the zip. Jim heard the purr of the skirt unfastening and held his breath as the skirt glided over Carla’s hips, down her legs and landed, a muffled crumpling around her feet. Jim gazed at her, standing there in black heels, stockings, a suspender belt, a bra, and blouse. He couldn’t resist not touching her, he needed to feel her skin against his, he needed to smell her hair, kiss her lips; and in one bound, he was on her. His hands gently removed her blouse whilst she slid his jacket off his shoulders.
They stopped for a second and looked at each other, looking into each other’s eyes, breath quickening, and sharing an unspoken moment of complete devotion. Jim held her, his hands were on her neck, his fingers in her hairline. Their eyes searched each other’s faces, taking in every inch.
Carla slowly unfastened his tie, sliding it out from under his collar and throwing it on the desk. Their mouths found each other and they kissed, their soft lips pressed together. Carla worked her way down the buttons of his shirt, tugging it from his trousers. Carla slid a hand down his muscular arm and grabbed his wrist. She brought his hand up to her face and unbuttoned his cuff. She repeated the action with his other arm then pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He dropped his arms to allow the shirt to fall to the floor and she kissed his chest, leaving faint little red lipstick kisses behind. She grabbed his belt buckle and tugged, with a flick, she unbuttoned his trousers and looked up at him with a lopsided smile as she pulled the zip down over his straining cock. Jim made that gutteral groan in the back of his throat as Carla teased his twitching dick, making Carla go weak at the knees again.
Kicking his shoes off, he pulled his socks and trousers from around his ankles, he maneuvered Carla around her desk, his arms around her, searching every inch of skin with his hands, his bulging boxers pressed against her tummy. Her hands snaked up his torso to his neck and they kissed so passionately, so into the moment, into each other, they felt like one being.
Carla reached down and pulled his boxers over his taut bum, his huge erection already peeking over the top of the elastic. She let them fall to his feet, ran her index finger up the shaft of his cock, from the base to the velvety tip, swiped the little dew drop of precum, and licked her finger. Now it was Jim’s turn to go weak at the knees…
Jim pushed Carla onto her desk where she had been working earlier. She allowed herself to be directed (she loved when he took control), eager to see where this was going.
He perched her in the empty space on her desk, sat himself in her chair and scooted up to her, placing himself between her knees. He hooked his hand behind her knee and gently and lifted it, placing her foot on the arm of chair. Carla steadied herself leaning her arms behind her on the desk. Jim did the same with the other foot. She sat there perched on her desk half naked, legs spread, feet either side of him and she felt like she could explode with anticipation.
Jim looked at her body. This beautiful, curvy body before him, he kissed the inside of her knee that was propped up beside him. He trailed butterfly kisses along her inner thigh. He could smell her musky scent and couldnt wait to taste it but it was his turn to tease now. Carla’s breath came in short, fluttery gasps. Jim swapped to the other knee and made his way along her thigh again. He nuzzled at her mound, breathing her in, listening to the soft whimper from Carla, who had leant back on her elbows and was watching his every move… He placed a hand on each side of her hips and ran his tongue against her satin covered pussy lips.
“Fuuuuuck” was all Carla could manage with an intake of breath before he did it again.
Jim moved his left hand from her hip and stroked along her thigh to her knee then lightly trailed a finger back up her inner thigh, and traced where his tongue had just been. She gasped. He hooked the lace of her pants and pulled them to one side, he could see her pussy glistening and couldn’t wait to taste it. He brought his head down and slowly ran his tongue all along her slit, gently until he reached her now swollen clit, his tongue sperated her lips and he began to suck on her clit…
It felt like fireworks going off inside her and Carla moaned involuntarily.
Jim flicked his tongue around her sweet little rosebud and nestled a finger at her twitching hole. He slid two fingers into her whilst still nuzzling her clit. They slid in easily, as she was already so incredibly wet for him. He curled his fingers, running them along her inner wall, until…. there! He found her G spot and he tickled some more.
Carla threw her head back, she arched her back, her thighs spread wider involuntarily and her hips pushed downwards… Fuck, he knew how to hit the spot!
Jim kept his expert movements going like he was conducting an orchestra into a deafening crescendo…
But just as she had lost all sense of herself and felt that beautiful orgasm approach, he stopped!
He paused, leaving her sweating, breathless in disarray, perched on the edge of her own desk.
“Not yet.” He grinned.
“What? Fuck! Ughhh!” Carla looked at him, her breathing still loud but slowing. Just as she propped herself up again, he swiftly ran two fingers along her pussy and sank them into her and thumbed her clit. She screamed and her knees rose up to her chest. The orgasm was rushing back to her; she could feel it building again, and just like last time, Jim withdrew his hand, edging his wife like an expert.
“You bastard!” She laughed. “Please?”
“Not yet. We have more to do.”
Carla realised that, until now, Jim’s raging hard-on had been neglected and decided she should probably rectify this. She slid off the edge of the desk, wheeled Jim’s chair back a little and dropped to her knees. She rested her elbows on his thighs and stroked a fingernail along the underside of Jim’s hard, veiny cock all the way to the end, stopping to play with the little slit in the tip which caused a little bubble of precum to appear.
She swiped it with her finger, then licked it seductively while looking up at her man. She maintained eye contact and lowered her head, slowly stuck her tongue out and slid it across the tip of Jim’s jumping cock.
She licked her lips then slid them down over the silky head, past the frenulum, and down the shaft. Swirling her tongue around inside her mouth she pulled her head back up. She repeated this with varying speeds and suction. Meanwhile, her hand gently cupped and stroked his balls.
She continued until she felt his beautiful cock get harder and swell, she knew he was about to cum, and as much as she wanted to swallow his load, she was playing his game so she stopped and looked up at him, smiling.
He looked down at her and groaned while grinning. “Hmmm, touchè”….
She stood up and he spun her round, grabbed her hips and sat her down in his lap, his firm cock nestled between her folds. She raised herself slightly and re-aimed so that Jim’s cock could slip into her with ease, which it did. She moved her legs to either side of his thighs and began rocking her hips forward and backwards. His cock slid in and out as she moved. He slipped his hands round and found her clit again, rubbing and stroking it as she rode him in the chair. They both felt their orgasm approaching. Her wetness began oozing down onto Jim’s balls. Jim grabbed her hips and lifted her off of him.
They both stood now face-to-face. They threw their arms around each other and kissed passionately while stumbling their way over to the full length window. Feeling his cock bouncing against her lower tummy, Jim pushed Carla up against the glass, kissing her neck, his hands on her breasts, he was pulling and twisting her swollen nipples…. He moved his hands down to her waist. He spun her round so she was facing away from him now. Her boobs, hard nipples, and torso against the cold glass. His hard cock pressed against her fleshy cheeks. With one foot, he nudged her feet apart and nestled his cock between her legs. She could feel it instinctively twitching, looking for a warm, dark hole. She arched her back, angled her hips, and stuck her bum out toward him.
Jim slid his dick along her pussy lips, letting it become slick with her juices again. He rocked backward and forward slowly as she arched into him.
He pushed forward til his tip rubbed at Carla’s clit. Carla’s knees gave slightly at the sensations. Her breath steamed up the glass. Jim gyrated against her, his cock rubbing her clit and Carla arched her back more, aching to be filled. The angle hit right and he slid smoothly, deep into her. They both groaned at the sensation.
Jim’s hands moved up and cupped her boobs, pinching her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger as he slid his cock in and out. Jim began to pick up the pace.
Carla braced herself against the window, her hands at shoulder height, and her back arched as Jim pounded her from behind, their bodies slick against each other, their breath loud and fast.
Jim leaned over her, his face at the base of her neck. Carla heard him panting and grunting into her hair with every thrust. They both felt their long awaited orgasms approaching. Their rhythm became frantic, faster and faster, harder, their bodies sweating, both moaning with desire. Pure lust and passion threw their bodies against the glass.
Carla felt Jim’s cock get harder and bigger and she knew he was about to cum. She was, too. She thrust against him, his balls now slapping against her. They both moaned loudly. Carla’s pussy clamped down around Jim’s cock, pulsing and twitching, milking his cum. Jim tensed and froze as he flooded his wife with his seed. Every muscle in his body contracted and worked together sending milky ribbons of cum into his wife’s welcoming pussy. Locked together, twitching while their orgasms took control of their bodies.
After a moment, once the aftershocks of their orgasms had ceased, they parted their bodies. Carla turned to face her husband, reached her arms up and embraced him. She kissed his neck and he kissed her cheek. “I love you,” they mirror at each other…
