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Good morning Mrs T! Good Morning, Marcy. Here to Surprise Mr T at lunch? Well, yes Marcy, how did you know? Well, Mrs T you are not on his calendar, and he is in the middle of a meeting right now. Oh, ok, is it a real meeting or one of those Covid meetings. Covid? Oh right, video. Yes, it is one of those video meetings. Ok Marcy, I will quietly let myself in and wait in his office. Yes Mrs T, I am sure you will. A little inward grin came across Marcy’s face or was it more of a lear.
I wonder, does she know? Has she seen us on the other times I have “dropped” in on hubby, those days when I just couldn’t wait for him to come home? Maybe she has heard us, we do get a little…..boisterous. The thought of Marcy knowing, and then I am sure the whole office would know about those little afternoon romps sets her mind off. She was really here just to see if he wanted to take a break and have lunch…….but now……….the type of lunch has just changed in her mind.
She turns the knob slowly, and quietly opens the door, like she was sneaking into his office. She could hear him, “No, third quarter production needs to increase by 3 %. We need to get this new product on the shelves before the Christmas rush. Ok, then tell me why?
She sees she he has noticed her and he smiles, that is a good thing, he isn’t too upset by his meeting and her unannounced arrival. She walks over to the overstuffed couch and sits. She listens a little, “Yes, then make it happen, keep an eye on the raw material shortages”………..other sort of cryptic snippets of a meeting. She looks around his office. She loves it here, not only because how it is laid out, decorated…..her decorations, but all that has happened here. And all the nasty thoughts that run through her head while sitting here, like now, waiting for him to finish his meeting so they could……well………have lunch.
She looks past her occupied husband and out the wall of windows to the outside world. She remembers being pressed up hard against it one night. The lights of the city glowing bright, they were looking out over the city. The evening cocktail party was waning a little and they excused themselves to use his private bathroom. But the open curtains, the light drew them to the window and with him behind her, pulled up close, she looked and seen his hunger in the reflection. She knew with the table lamp behind them they would give the world a glimpse into their naughty desires.
Oh if felt so exciting, to press back against him, to rub her silky cocktail dress up and down over his wool blend pants. She could see her cleavage in the reflection begging to be released and shown to the world below. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. He tugged at her earlobes and that was all it took.
She thrusted her hips back hard on him, felt his hard dick pressing back. His hands reached down, pulled her dress up as she reached back for his belt and zipper. Soon he was pressed against her opening and forcing his way in. No, not preambles tonight, foreplay, just the thought of having sex in his office, while others are just outside the door, being exposed to the city below was all it took for a passionate little tryst.
She could almost see that night relive itself once more and she shifted in her seat. I am sure glad I chose leather instead of cloth for this overstuff couch. Easier to clean if you are quick to wipe up messes.
She looks over at the window that makes up the side wall. The one with a door that goes to the owner’s office. Hubbys boss. It is one of those wildly unique windows. It has some type of crystal in it. Apply voltage and it is clear, take it away and it is frosted, another setting, mirrored. When it is frosted, it even has lights that changes colors. It does and has set the mood for some other late-night encounters. She has always been intrigued by that wall of glass. Wonders if it is soundproof, no, not all that huh? I do remember that time boss and Sandi were in there having that heated argument about what he wanted her to do the previous night……oh goodness, they are a little kinky. Oh, if they could hear them argue, I wonder…….was he here that day…….did he……..oh. Images of hubby’s boss, sitting at his desk, cock in hand, jerking to the sounds of them having sex in hubs’ office ran through her head and is now having an effect on her body.
She looks up at hubs. He is looking a little annoyed. She is not sure if because of what is happening at the meeting, being delayed from his lunch, or what? All she knows, he looks annoyed, but she is……she is in need right now and the only person she wants to take care of it is sitting at a desk 15 ft away. When she gets this horny……. first the PTO meeting thoughts, then the grocery thoughts, then the Good Will thoughts, now hub’s office thoughts, she is turning into a bitch and she is going to make hubby pay for not just cancelling the meeting, walking over and fucking her.
She smiles so sweet and seductively at hubs, He smiles back, shakes his head, headphone/microphone bobbing as if to say, please give me a couple more. Couple of more huh? Welllllll
She opens the top of her dress and extracts her large tits, the ones straining against the tight lacy bra she has chosen for just this day. They are spilling out of the cups and she gives them a squeeze, feeling the nipples slowly wake up. She slowly pulls at her loose dress, the one that blows up in the wind exposing her to those walking by, just like in the parking lot at the grocery store earlier.
Hub’s eyes are getting bigger and he is mouthing in a pleading fashion, please not now, this is important. I have to be on camera when I talk. She doesn’t care, she is going full bitch mode now as she spreads her legs showing hubs the damp, thin strip of material of her thong that is trying hard to cover her wet pussy.
She knows he is getting hard, he can’t resist that sight. If he were not in this meeting right now, he’d be crawling on all fours to the couch and would be burying his face in her wet mess of womanhood. Lapping up each and every drop of her fluids, pulling at her lips with his. Using that expert tongue to stimulate the crowning jewel on her womanhood. He’d flick it once, twice, then plunge inside her. Over and over and over until she was bucking her hips, raising them up, meeting him, lick for lick.
But NO!!!!!, he choses to sit over there and watch with that pained puppy dog look on his face. Well then, if the mountains won’t come to Muhammad…………
She gets up and walks towards him. The horrored look in his eye confirms she is in bitch mode. He is well aware where this is heading and that he can’t stop it. She comes around to his side, peeks to make sure the camera is off…..for now, and reaches down and lowers his chair. He is now no longer at desk height, he is now at pussy licking height and she flexes her hips, opens her legs and lets hubs breath in deeply the scent of a woman that has been excited all morning. She smiles when she realizes she has him now. Yes, just like a true bitch, make hubs service me while he should be guiding the company through some difficult times.
He is now lost in her, his tongue is working it’s magic, licking her wetness, stemming the flow, keeping it from leaking down the her inner thighs like it has in times past.. The slurping sounds could be heard. She wonders, what it would sound like if she were to share it over the net? Just like last night when she was soooo wet when that guy suggested baby oil.
She looked at the mute button, long and lingering thoughts about it. Open the mic, let his colleagues hear the sounds of a wet pussy being licked, of the moans that were now starting to involuntarily come from her lips. I wonder if they could tell where and who was making the sounds. I bet all mics would shut off and only one would show that it was opened, and they would know it was his. Hummm, let the world know he is a champion cunt licker, and to hear his slut wife cumming hard against his tongue.
Then she was distracted a second. She noticed his boss was also in the meeting. That means…….just feet away, in the adjoining office, on the other side of that window, the one that with a flick of a switch could turn from mirrored to clear was his boss. He could come through the door without notice like other times she was here. Catch them in the act. What would he do? Look away, retreat, watch, or join in. Oh, that would be delicious wouldn’t it, have hubby licking her and bossman sucking and fondling her tits. With that thought she opened her bra, released those luscious mounds and started kneading them, pulling hard at the nipples wishing bossy to be the one.
A noise, a …………groan? Moan from hubby? No, but what? Where did it come from?
She was in such a state, her knees were weakening, she knew she needed to have some support, so she moved over to the corner of the desk, facing the mirrored wall of glass, opened window to her back and bent over. Her ass was opened, and she could feel her lips opening slowly, as if by magic and she waited for hub’s tongue to finish the job he had started…… but no. There was no tongue was there? She wanted it, she wanted his tongue to touch her pussy, to lick her from behind, to feel his hot breath escape his nose and blow across her asshole, maybe even he’ll be especially nasty today and lick it too, she was amazed how good it felt after getting over the fear of it being too nasty ……..even for her.
But the wet tongue wasn’t there, she rocked her hips. Nothing. She finally looked around and was greeted by hub’s large, hard cock, throbbing, and a deranged and determined look on his face seconds before he plunged it deep inside her. He filled her all the way up, and held it there, pushing a little more, she was thinking she had went too far with the bitch mode, drove him mad and now she was going to pay for her sins. She smiled at that.
She felt his hands grabbing her hips, and he retreats, pulls back, out of her and he slams hard into her once more and holds tight. Over and over he does this. She feels like he is trying to make it come out of her throat. He is pumping her hard, harder, and she is loving it She knows he is releasing his tensions of a hard meeting inside of her. The meeting, hope we don’t hit the unmute button now.
There is that noise again. It is coming from the boss’s office. It sounds like……..sex? Is he listening to them? I can see it now. Hub’s boss has heard them, and is by the door, cock in hand, jerking, wanting to see them. But how did he know? We weren’t that noisy yet were we? Did hubs go ahead and unmute his mic? She looks up at the mirrored wall, could that be it? Could it also have a one-way mode? Is he over there watching? Shelly did mention how they love to watch people cam in a chat room, could it be the one she……….. Maybe that is what is happening, he is watching them like men do her when she……. Oh my it is too much to think about. Here she is, bent over hubs desk, getting her pussy pounded by a lust filled man she teased to the point of madness, his boss on the other side of the wall clearly sounding like he is pleasuring himself to who knows what and she is facing a mirror, looking at herself for the first time wondering if boss is watching on the other side like a large screen TV. She sees the button, and wonders…………….
She presses the button, the wall of glass is changing…..no longer mirrored………clearing out……and yet……..it is like looking in the mirror once more……….She is looking at a woman bent over a desk, moaning loudly, and a madman is behind her, pounding her, screaming for her to cum. And then she realizes, she isn’t looking at the mirror of her and hubby, it is the boss fucking his wife, her best friend Sandi.
Sandi looks up with that look in her eye, that one of desperation you get right before you cum and lets out a scream. Then almost in unison they all start in, the explosions, the screaming, there is no need for a mute button, the whole office can tell, two women are getting fucked hard right now in the offices down the hall.
He removes his headset and says are you ready? Um…….whaaaaaa, oh, right, Lunch, sorry, guess I drifted off once more. Yes, I know what you mean, I sometimes drift off, get lost in thoughts during some of those boring meetings also. Yes, boring.
Hey hun? Not wanting to criticize, but you know, you might want to visit the bathroom before we go out, “freshen” up a little. Her mind says no, I want people to smell and know how nasty I am, but she complies, after all she is a respectable lady………..during the day.
Aha I see you took my advice lol
