Walking to the conference room after a long hard day, I see you cleaning up after your presentation. It’s been a week since I caught you in your office, rubbing your wet pussy, a week since I fucked you. We’ve had sex since, and it has been amazing, but, after seeing you today, I’ve been walking with a hard-on.
Round the office, you’re still known as “The Ice Queen,” but I know you can be melted. And I know how wet you can get. Everyone else has gone home and I walk up behind you.
“Mrs. Brown, what are your plans?” Coming up behind you as you continue to clean, I slowly drag your skirt up your legs.
“Sir, my husband will be here soon. We can’t,” you say, slapping my hands away and pulling your skirt back down.
Ignoring you, I kiss your neck from behind; you start to relax, and that’s distracted you long enough to get your skirt back up.
“Your husband?” I ask. “The one who hasn’t touched you in months?”
Reaching down I slip my hand into your panties. You sigh as I start to rub your clit. You’re already soaking and when I pull your panties down your long legs you offer no resistance. “The pathetic loser who can’t make you cum?” I continue to finger-fuck your tight cunt.
In between gasps, you say, “Sir, he’s a good man.”
You try not to respond to my finger. Soon, your hands are running over mine, encouraging me to continue my fingering.
“You’re so wet,” I say, rubbing your clit. “Does your husband make you this wet?” I whisper as I keep up my assault. I nibble at your ear, I notice you’re so close to cumming now… But just before I feel you’re about to, I stop.
“What are you doing?” you cry.
“You said your husband was coming,” I say licking my fingers of your juices, savoring your taste. “You don’t want to be caught, do you?”
You scowl at me and take your phone out, to quickly text your husband not to come. I smile as you start to strip, and I join you. When we’re completely naked, I bend you over the conference room desk. Your ass is so inviting, I smack it hard and you yelp in delight, but are surprised when I kiss your ass cheeks, instead—first the left cheek, then the right. Then, pulling them both, apart I jam my tongue up your ass.
You moan”Sir, that feels so good. Oh sir,” you cry whilst I spread your legs apart and reach through them to finger fuck you. Your pussy is so wet as I continue the assault; you’re moaning, “Sir,” over and over again, and, soon, you cum. You try to recapture your breath, but, as you turn to kiss me, you look behind me with a look of horror on your face.
Turning around, I see your husband. He was a small balding man. I smirk when I see this pathetic thing. The look of betrayal on his face is a sight, and I try not to laugh.
Going towards him you say, “Honey, I’m so sorry, we…” I grab your wrist, stopping you.
“Mr. Brown, about time you got here,” I say. “I think you deserve to watch how a woman should be treated.” I then take you by the hand and pull you to the desk. You are resistant at first, but soon you’re sitting on the desk, I spread your legs and ram my rock-hard dick in you. You drag your sharp nails down my back and, I pull you in for a kiss, your tongue exploring my mouth as I ram into you, balls deep.
Hearing you moaning as I keep fucking you, I kiss you again. Your sopping wet cunt spasms around me as I continue. I hear your husband moan, he’s got his tiny dick in his hand and is beating his meat to our fuck session. I wonder if this public exhibition is fueling your orgasm and seeing your tits bounce up and down as you take my cock, I know you’re enjoying being watched.
Redoubling my efforts you cry out, “Sir, sir, that feels so good. SIR AHH!” It’s not long before you cum over my cock. But I don’t stop. I can hear your husband’s pathetic moans as he sees his wife cumming. Your juices running down my leg I keep up the pace. My rhythm is speeding up as my orgasm approaches, and you’re screaming, “Fuck me, sir,” over and over at the top of your lungs.
Your third orgasm of the night drives me over the edge. My cock twitches and I release my load deep in your sopping-wet cunt. It doesn’t seem to end as my semen fills you. Catching our breath, I suck your nipples, and I hear you purr in delight. Your husband moans as he cums.
I turn round and say, “You enjoyed watching a real man fuck your wife, didn’t you?” Your husband looks down, ashamed. “Well, now you know, and now that you do, I’m not going to stop. You now know that your wife is enjoying a real man’s dick.”
I take your hand and we go into my office. My dick is hard again and you are going to get a fourth orgasm tonight. Smacking your ass as I take you to my office, your husband looks defeated.
“Let yourself out,” I say with a grin on my face. “Your slut wife won’t be home for a couple of more hours.”
