We’ve both worked at our organisation for almost ten years. We joined a few weeks apart from one another. Our tenure mirrors the age difference between us. You are younger than me, in your mid-thirties. You are a handsome little thing. Fair-haired and attractive, muscular and strong. You run. You take care of yourself. You dress well. You have a calm and confident way about you.
Recently, work has been so frustrating for us both. Assigned projects have been disorganised and uncoordinated and it has been hard to maintain motivation and energy in such a chaotic environment. There is a lack of leadership, a lack of direction.
We have been collaborating on a big implementation project. As the project lead, I know you share these frustrations. We talk of them often and openly in a safe and trusted space we created through circumstance. However, from within this space, we gently found ourselves wandering in a less professional space.
Somehow, we find ourselves immersed in a more stimulating side project. A project that doesn’t have approval. A project where the ROI does not benefit the organisation, only ourselves. A project that has ignited and energised us.
Within our professional sphere, we are both known and respected for being knowledgeable, diligent and hardworking individuals. In my professional life, I try very hard not to be distracted by tasks or projects that don’t contribute to my objectives or the objectives of the organisation. I try to stay focused.
However, despite efforts to keep my mind in a professional space, despite attempts to repress inappropriate thoughts they persistently keep pushing forward. I’m sure there must a be a simple “off switch” somewhere? It alludes me currently, or maybe it is in plain sight but I just don’t want to press it?
We don’t work at the same location. You are due to visit my site soon. Thoughts of your visit invade my mind and spark my overactive imagination…
When you visit, you will stay locally, in a favoured hotel. We both start work early and facilitating a brief encounter in the office to build up anticipation would be straightforward. We would, of course, exchange pleasantries. I would comment that it was lovely to have you visit and we would exchange knowing glances. Our colleagues wouldn’t pay any attention as we spoke. They are used to my engaging, lightly flirtatious and welcoming manner and your steady, collaborative and attentive way. They would be oblivious to the thoughts swirling in our minds and the physical feelings they evoke for us both. Our forbidden shared secret. A secret forged over the preceding months in the quiet corners of our offices and within the hidden coded message exchanges over Teams and WhatsApp.
Later in the day, I will have made arrangements to be away from home, absent from my role as a dutiful wife and mother. Your wife and children will be safe at home, many miles away. We are good people but there is a duality to our virtuous characters fuelled by our carnal desires. Good people sometimes do bad things.
You will have eaten early and showered after work. You probably squeezed in a run, like I said, you take care of yourself. You are fit and strong. I will have been home and showered and freshened up after work. I will dress thoughtfully, for you. I will choose black underwear, I know that is your preference. I want to please you. You want to please me.
We know we cannot take any risks, we cannot be seen together unexpectedly. We have lots to lose. The stakes are high. As such, we choose not to meet for a drink. I live locally and it would be out of character for me to be seen drinking with a younger man. You simply text me your room number. Room thirty-three.
I will park my car at the local supermarket and pop in to collect a few random items. I think of the small details, my devious and adulterous mind made plans for this night. I will have told my husband I am going to pick up a few bits and then meet a friend for a catch up. I place the items in my car so they are ready for when I return home. Ready to support the narrative I have created. He’ll suspect nothing, I’m a loyal and faithful wife in his eyes. A good girl. Reliable, respectable and dutiful. Your family are far away, oblivious, you are a loyal and faithful husband. Tonight this changes, tonight we will break our marriage vows together. Just for this night.
I will make my way to your hotel and arrive at your room. Taking a deep breath, my heart will be pounding. However, I am resolute, I will not waver. I will knock gently on the door and you’ll open it. The significance of this moment is not lost on us both. There is no going back. We want this. We need this. All our exchanges via Teams and WhatsApp have brought us to this moment. Our quiet whispered conversations. The air is heavy with lustful anticipation.
I enter and close the door behind me. I step forward and stand before you. I am nervous but pertinacious. I need this. I need you. I want this. I want you. You have unlocked a hunger in me that demands to be satiated.
We share familiar smiles and our eyes lock together. We are not strangers but, in this moment, we step into the unknown.
My hands will run down from your shoulders to your chest. I shudder as I touch you. I am familiar with this shudder, your words have controlled it many times over the preceding months. It is addictive. You created a need in me. You awakened my senses. You ignited and fuelled carnal desires that had laid dormant. Those desires now dominate my actions and guide me to my prize. I have consciously surrendered to my lustful craving. It demands to be filled. It cannot be quashed.
I will ask you if you are sure, you will assertively place your finger on my lips and answer definitively by pushing me against the wall firmly. Then we will kiss, our first kiss. We start softly and then your hand will slide to the back of my neck, under my hair and you will squeeze gently. Your grip will tighten and I will gasp, our kiss becoming more urgent, more passionate, our arousal building as we taste each other and our senses alight.
My hands will run down over your arms and down your sides. I will slowly and purposely undo your shirt so you are bare chested, my hands running over your chest. You will step back slightly and my gaze will fix on your body, my eyes wide, my lips parted, my hunger for you evident. Snared by you.
I will slide your shirt off and let it drop to the floor. My hands trace down your wonderfully strong tattooed arms and over your chest lightly. My face follows my hands and I will lightly kiss and run my tongue over you, tasting you, exploring you. I will
raise up and we’ll kiss again, finding our fit alternating between soft and deep kissing. I will feel your desire and you will feel mine. Enraptured by each other. Our connection is strong, our intentions primal.
Looking into my eyes you say, “kneel,” and push down lightly on my shoulder. My body willingly lowers and I’ll sink to my knees. I want to please you, I want to taste you. I look up at you as I unbutton your trousers and let your penis come free. My eyes widen and my lips part in anticipation. I start by taking you into my hands, gently but firmly moving them over your dick which is hard and affirmative. Ravenously, I use my hands to explore your penis and caress your balls. I will lean in close and run my tongue along your shaft while looking up and observing your reaction.
As I explore with my tongue, my hands will follow moving and twisting to pleasure you and enhance your arousal. I can’t hold back any longer, I will take your dick into my mouth. Slowly, deliberately I devour you, taking you as far as I can, I want to taste all of you. I want to consume you. Slowly I start, I let my mouth wrap around you, and feed your dick in and out. You rock in rhythm with me and grip my long hair tightly.
As my mouth moves I suck lightly and harder and let my tongue flick over your tip knowing where I can tease to ensure you get maximum enjoyment.
My hands will move around and grip your bottom. I will squeeze and pull you deep into my mouth and throat as far as I can take you. I gag and splutter, I don’t care. I want your cock, all of it. You will gather up my hair into a ponytail and move my head faster, fucking my mouth without restraint. My eyes water and alternate between looking up you to looking at your tummy as my nose pulls in close to touch it. I splutter and choke but I don’t worry about making noise, I am focused on serving your dick.
As you get close, you will tug me up by my hair and I’ll raise up and step back, you will tell me to take my top off which is stained with my dribble and spit. I remove my top standing before you my breasts rising and falling with each needy breath. You put your hands on my neck and squeeze lightly as you kiss me firmly and move your hands over my collarbones and trace their deep crevices. Your hands continue to move down over my breasts and you release them from my bra which is discarded on the floor. Your hands massage and squeeze my breasts and firmly pinch my nipples between your fingers and thumb. They stand hard and erect.
Your hands will move down over my waist and you’ll grip it tightly before moving round onto my bottom pulling my pelvis close against you. I will tell you that I want you to touch me my voice laced with lustful need and longing.
You smile devilishly and assertively push me back onto the bed causing me to breath deep and fast. You will use your hands to slowly undress me leaving me adorned in just my black thong.
You rub your finger firmly over my underwear, tracing my slit and pushing against my clitoris. You move your fingers up to my lips and push them into my mouth and I will lick and suck them. You proceed to move your fingers down and slide them inside me pushing my underwear aside watching intently at my reaction.
You’ll say, “Do you like that, Susie?”
I’ll moan needily, “Yes, yes Kris, I do,”
The sight of my pleasure arouses you further and you ask, “Do you want more Susie?”
“Yes, more Kris…. please,” I reply through raspy breaths.
You will grin and take your fingers out and instruct me to move up the bed. I’ll wriggle up and you climb up. You’ll bring your body up over me so your penis is over my face with you facing down. You feed your cock into my mouth. As I feast on your dick filling my mouth my hands will caress and squeeze your balls.
Facing down you will start to move your tongue between my slit, over my clitoris, exploring, circling using pressure. I’ll writhe and wriggle grinding up into your tongue. You will push two fingers inside and curve them upwards find my g-spot. You finger and press up as you continue to explore my pussy with your tongue. You will feel me building and you’ll slow as you feel me getting close. This will make me mad and I will grind into you trying to get what in need to go over the edge.
You then move off me and come up over my body pushing your weight heavily against my fragile frame. You will kiss me and I’ll taste my juices on your lips. I’ll beg you to fuck me and you’ll say not yet. This will also make me mad as my need for you intensifies.
You’ll move down from my head and your mouth and hands will explore over my chest and stomach. Your fingers will find their way back inside me and my hands will move down over my body and I’ll start to pleasure myself as your fingers move in and out of me.
I’ll continue to move my fingers over my clit until I am close to the edge. You will watch me getting faster and harder and I’ll start to tense up and arch up my hips, you’ll carry on exploring inside and increasing your pace to match mine. I’ll tip over and you watch me coming. I’ll moan, tense up, release and quiver. As I start to relax my hand will slow and it will instinctively go over my head and my back will arch. You’ll take your fingers out and move them up over my clitoris which will make be twitch.
Your eyes will fix on me with hungry intent, you will ask, “Do you want me to fuck you now, Susie?”
With needy breaths, I reply, “Yes, Kris, please fuck me, please take me”
A wicked grin spreads across your face again and you whisper, “Patience Susie!”
You’ll move up and over my body again and as you do you’ll make sure your penis presses against my clitoris and teases over my body showing me your arousal. You will lean in and kiss me and tell me to shift to the end of the bed so my head is at the end.
You’ll stand at the end and my head will tilt back and you’ll guide your rock-hard dick back inside my mouth while you are standing. My arms will reach and caress your balls as you move in and out. I’ll take you as deep into my mouth as far as I can gagging and spluttering as I suck and move my mouth over you. You will move into me as I do this, fucking my mouth. Dribble will fall out from the side of my mouth as you push me hard. The taste of your pre-come coating my taste buds and fuelling my lascivious appetite.
I will feel your dick start to throb and pulse and know you are getting close to release. You will pause and take your dick from my mouth. You will tell me to move round you’ll pull me to the edge of the bed and firmly push my legs apart using your knees. I won’t resist, my cunt splayed open ready for you to fill me.
You will take your cock into your hand and push it into my dripping pussy with a firm and deep thrust. I will gasp, your move designed to ensure that I did.
Your eyes will darken and you growl, “Do you like that, Susie, my little work slut?”
My nose crinkles and a wry smile befalls my lips as I will retort, “Yes, yes I do.”
“Do you want more Susie?” you ask.
I moan in reply, “Yes, Kris, give me more, fucking ruin me.”
You’ll respond by moving into me slowly with deep, controlled, hard thrusts. You’ll then take my ankles and lift my legs high into the air and start to push into me, harder and faster. You push in deep slamming against my cervix and I moan and writhe, you can see I am close to the edge again.
You’ll then release my ankles and my legs will lower, I’ll start to touch myself again as you are thrusting in and out of me and you’ll watch as I build for the second time and push deeply as I orgasm again coming over your dick. You keep pounding, extending my pleasure and making me wriggle and shudder.
You’ll then pull out of me and pull me up. You’ll tell me to pleasure you again, grab my hair and push your dick into my mouth, it’s covered in my juices and I taste the intoxicating mix of our juices. You will fuck my mouth and let me savour the taste of us before pulling out and flipping me over so I’m straddling the bed head down with my face in the sheets.
My arse in the air, you’ll slap my bottom firmly a few times, then you will thrust into me from behind. You will grab my waist, your hands kneading my skin, pinching firmly and pulling me deep into you. I’ll moan and plead with you to fuck me deep and hard. I’ll arch up pushing back into you. You’ll start off slow and my hands will reach back and spread my arse cheeks invitingly. You will spit on my arse and you will carefully put your thumb inside my bottom.
I groan and you will continue to explore and press your thumb into my arse as your dick moves in and out of my dripping pussy slowly. You take your thumb out and slide your dick out of my cunt pressing it against the opening to my tight arse. You push in slowly allowing me to relax and open for you. Once you have pushed in you slowly to thrust into me allowing me a moment to stretch and adjust around your dick. You watch my reaction and as I moan and writhe with pleasure your pace will build and you will move faster and deeper into my bottom.
You’ll be ready to release and your hunger and desire will build. You’ve obsessed about taking my arse. Grunting as you move into me, we’ll both moan and breath deeply, joined so intimately, so carnally. All our professional boundaries are now long forgotten. I’ll push back into you and you will let out a guttural groan as you release filling my arse with your warm sticky come. You will grip and squeeze my hips tightly to hold me deep in position as you milk every drop into the arse you have claimed.
Once you have finished you won’t pull out of me straight away you will lean forward so your body weight rests on me and then we’ll raise up carefully with you still inside me. You will breathe into my neck and we’ll come apart. I’ll feel the warmth of your come start to leak from me and trickle and drip down my legs.
We will collapse down, I’ll turn to face you and I’ll say with a giggle, “I can’t stay, I better scamper, we both have work tomorrow.”
I smile at you with bright sparking eyes and say, “Thank you, for giving me the greatest gift tonight, the gift of feeling desired again, for fucking life back into my soul.”
You look into my eyes, hold my chin, and say “Susie, you are welcome. Do you know what I think? I think that you are… just wonderful.”
