Getting What You Wish For by B. Taberja
Some people enter middle age gracefully, while others collapse in crisis, hopelessly pondering which is worse: lost youth or the onset of old age. For me, at age 34, such thoughts had not yet dawned on me. I had a good career, a nice family, and still felt young. I had been with my firm for 12 years, managed major European accounts, and was considered one of the company's rising stars. Nevertheless, life had become monotonous. Every day was predictable: the traffic, the lunchtime conversation in the executive dining room, the mundane conversation with my wife and kids. Even sex with my wife had become boring. She's a sexy little blonde and keeps in great shape with aerobics five days a week, but there's no excitement between us anymore, no anticipation, no surprise. A few months ago Carolyn was hired as a secretary at the firm. From my office I could see her cubicle, and I often stole glances at her during the day. She was in her early twenties, with straight dark hair down to the middle of her back. She was about 5'5" with firm, round breasts and gorgeous legs. She wore tight dresses and short, sexy skirts, and sheer blouses which showed off her pointy nipples. She had a beautiful face with high cheeks and cat-like eyes, but what really turned me on were her lips. She had full, pouty lips and always wore red or pink lip gloss that made them shine. I imagined myself sitting back on my chair, with Carolyn on her knees between my legs with those red, full lips wrapped around my cock. I dreamed of throwing the papers off my desk fucking her on the cold, hard mahogany in the middle of the day.
Unfortunately, the firm has a strict no-fraternization policy so I didn't even try to talk to Carolyn until she was assigned to work for me. She came into my office wearing a tight dress with a short jacket opened in the front. I introduced myself and told her I needed some typing for one of my European accounts. As I spoke I discreetly tried to peek inside her jacket but she sat up straight in her chair, leaving me without a view. Frustrated, I told her to have the work on my desk by noon tomorrow and dismissed her.
The rest of the day went as usual. My daughter called to complain about her brother and I got the usual griping from my boss and clients. When my wife called to tell me to pick up a gallon of milk on my way home I was frustrated and horny, so I tried to have some fun. 'Wouldn't it be nice if we lit some candles and you wore your black satin nightie tonight?' I asked into the phone.
'What?' she replied.
'You know, after the kids go to sleep we'll put on some soft music, pour some wine and give each other nice, slow back massages.' I kept it up, using my Barry White voice: 'Baby, I could rub your back, and maybe your calves, and then I'd lightly rub your thighs ...'
'Cut it out!' she yelled. 'I have to get dinner ready. Just get the milk!' She hung up the phone. That night it was dinner and TV as usual. She went to sleep early, and I jerked off alone in the guest room. Carolyn brought me the project the next day at noon. She waited quietly while I finished a phone call, then I asked her to sit and close the door so I wouldn't be disturbed as I reviewed her work. I began to read but my eyes drifted to Carolyn. I was entranced by her high heels and long, smooth legs. She wore a short black skirt riding up to about mid-thigh and a loose blouse unbuttoned at the top, tantalizingly revealing her white lace bra. My eyes roamed over her long, smooth neck and her luscious lips. I dreamed of planting a string of kisses along her neck, across her cheeks and over her lips. Suddenly, I came back to reality and found that she was looking right at me! I was caught, red-handed, undressing her with my eyes. I mumbled something and returned to my work, hoping she wouldn't complain to the personnel manager. The last thing I needed was a scandal in the office!
I had some comments on her work, so she came around the desk and stood next to me so we could look at the pages together. As she leaned over my desk her blouse opened wide, giving me a clear view of her left breast barely covered in the white lacy material of her bra. I could see her round, succulent melon rising firmly above her flat belly, her hard nipple poking out. I stared at her tits, took a deep breath and looked up at her. 'Well, Mr. Jones,' she said with a smile, 'what seems to be the problem?'. 'Um, uh,' I stammered, 'there are just some typos and things. Don't worry, I'll drop it on your desk later.'
'OK,' she replied, 'but the way you're staring I thought you had other things on your mind.' I was dumbfounded. Suddenly, she pushed me back in my chair, straddled my knee and pulled her blouse off her shoulders. She cupped her bra-encased tits in her hands and circled her nipples with her thumbs. 'Are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you?' she asked with a seductive look in her eye. She unhooked the front clasp on her bra, letting it hang loosely against her naked breasts. Her tits were beautiful, firm and round with hard pink nipples pointing straight out, just inches from my face. I wanted to reach out and suck them, but I was paralyzed.
'Here's the deal, Mr. Jones,' she said. She leaned forward to whisper into my ear, pressing her tits against the sleeve of my white shirt. 'I know you want me to suck your cock. You've been staring at me from your office every day, you horny boy.' I mumbled in agreement as she purred in my ear, rubbing her tits up and down my arm. 'I'll bet you've been thinking about my wet red lips around your dick. You want me to suck your dick and lick your balls and tickle your asshole until you come in my mouth, don't you?' She reached down to rub my cock through my pants while she whispered in my ear, her long red fingernails trailing along the length of my rod.
Then, just as fast as she started, she stepped back, fastened her bra and buttoned up her shirt. 'Look, Mr. Jones, I could unzip your pants and suck you off right now, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it? No expectation, no excitement, no dreams to come true! So here's what we'll do instead: I'll be back here in exactly one month and I'll give you the best blowjob you ever had. I'll put on my brightest lipstick, my shortest skirt, and I'll kneel down and suck you off and swallow every drop! Put in on your calendar, and think about it while you're home fucking your wife.' And then she was out the door. My brow was covered with sweat and my cock strained against my zipper. I couldn't get over how brazen she was and how lame I had been! Nothing like this ever happened to me before, especially not in the office. I couldn't think straight, so I packed up my things and left the office early. When I got home my wife was at the stove. I tiptoed up to her from behind, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. The kids were out and I was horny as a cat, hoping for a little afternoon delight. 'Oh,' she said, 'you're home. I have to go pick up the kids. Here, stir this,' she said, handing me a spoon, 'I'll be back in twenty minutes.'
'Wait!' I yelled, but it was too late. She was already gone.
Over the next few weeks Carolyn mostly ignored me but still managed to drive me crazy with lust. One day she brought fruit salad for lunch. It was warm and sunny out, so the office was empty at lunchtime. She made sure I was watching and sat down to eat at her desk. She took each piece of fruit and slowly ran it over her lips and tongue until her mouth was wet and glistening from the juice. Then, looking right into my eyes, she pushed the fruit all the way into her mouth and slowly pulled her finger out through her wet lips, like she was giving her finger a blow job. I pulled my prick out underneath my desk and started to stroke it. After finishing the fruit salad she took a banana from her bag. She smiled at me from her desk, licking her lips and fondling the banana with her hands. Eventually she peeled it, but instead of taking a bite she ran the tip of it back and forth over her lips, getting it good and wet. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the banana, sucking it in and out until she was taking it all the way into her throat. I stroked my cock furiously under the desk and blew a load into my hands. Another time, about a week after the banana incident, she came into my office to drop off some files. While arranging the papers on my desk she casually dropped one hand into my lap. She grabbed my cock firmly through my pants and leaned over to whisper in my ear, 'be at your desk at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow. Keep your lights off and don't make a sound!'
Carolyn let me with a bad case of blue balls that afternoon. What did she have planned for tomorrow? It hadn't yet been a month. Even though I had some important overseas calls to make, I was so horny that I rounded up some of the younger guys who worked for me and took them to a strip bar just so I could ogle some flesh. Afterwards, I couldnåt bear the thought of going home, so I went back to the office and called my wife to tell her I was working late.
The phone woke me in my chair around 6:30 the next morning. It was my wife. I explained that I must have nodded off, but she didn't seem to care. She had a big workout planned for the morning and later had to drop the kids at soccer. I said I would try to be home for dinner and hung up the phone. I sat in my office in the dark, waiting on Carolyn. My pulse was racing and I was light-headed. I couldn't believe how obsessed I had become. I took stock of myself and realized I hadn't been home to see my wife and kids, I hadn't called my clients, I hadn't even brushed my teeth since yesterday. I was about to get up and splash some cold water on my face when Carolyn arrived at her cubicle. She wore red spike heels, a ridiculously short skirt and a tight, skimpy top that showed every curve of her breasts. Was this it? Was she coming to see me? She turned to my office and put a finger to her lips to signal me to keep quiet. Mr. Williams, my boss, was walking across the floor. He stopped behind Carolyn seated at her desk and caressed her hair and shoulders. They spoke quietly, then Carolyn giggled, swiveled in her chair, and reached out to undo his belt and zipper. She pushed his slacks and boxers down to his knees and gently took his cock in her hands. Carolyn looked up at him and smiled and began to lick and suck his cock and rub his balls. She alternated sucking his dick into her mouth, pumping it with her hands and pulling it out and licking it like a lollipop. She slathered the head of his cock with her tongue and rubbed it across her face, making her cheeks glisten. Mr. Williams held her head in his hands while she blew him, easing her head back and forth on his shaft. Suddenly, he picked her up on the desk, spread her legs and plunged his cock deep into her pussy. Carolyn squirmed and squealed, digging her heels into his back and rubbing her tits. He pumped his dick in and out of her wet snatch and she thrust back at him, meeting his cock stroke for stroke. After pounding her for a while he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Carolyn quickly climbed off the desk, knelt down and sucked his cock back into her mouth. He shot his come into her mouth and she lapped it up, then she tucked his dick into his shorts and zipped him up. Carolyn turned to my office and winked as she wiped a gob of come off her cheek and licked her fingers clean.
My phone rang, breaking the spell I was under. It was Europe calling with a long list of complaints. As my client yelled and screamed all I could think about was Carolyn getting fucked on her desk. Ignoring the phone, I took my dick out of my pants and started stroking. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene I just witnessed, bringing myself off in less than a minute. At the same time I feebly kept up my end of the conversation with a few well placed 'uh-huhs' and 'OKs.'
I got off the phone and went to the men's room. My hair was a mess, my clothes were wrinkled, I had black stubble on my chin and a come stain on my blue shirt. Just then Mr. Williams walked in, bright and cheerful. 'My God, Jones, you're a mess!' he said.
'Uh, yes sir, I put in an all-nighter. I guess I'll run home and freshen up.' 'Yes, you better,' he agreed, 'and then hurry back because I hear we have some problems with the European account.'
'Yes, sir,' I responded. What an asshole, I thought to myself.
I pulled into my driveway and parked next to my wife's Lexus. The kids were at school and, despite her recent lack of interest, I was hoping for a quickie. I quietly opened the back door, hoping to change my come-stained shirt before she saw me. As I tiptoed through the kitchen I heard voices from the living room, and when I peeked around the corner I couldn't believe what I saw. My wife was naked on the couch, lying back with one foot on the floor and the other draped over the armrest. Her legs were spread wide and some guy I never saw before was kneeling on the rug with his face buried in her pussy. He looked to be about 30 and wore sneakers, loose shorts and a tank top that showed off a chiseled back and large biceps. 'So that's what she's been doing at the health club,' I thought to myself. The guy was giving her cunt a serious workout with his tongue and she was getting into it, holding the back of his head with both hands and humping his chin. She was acting like a horny slut, groaning and grunting like I hadn't heard in years. He held her ass in his hands as he ate her, like a hungry man with an overstuffed sandwich. He licked her pussy lips up and down and stuck his tongue in her hole while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was moaning encouragement, which she never did when I went down on her. 'Oh, yeah!,' she groaned, pulling his face into her gash, 'suck my pussy! Lick me. Oh, God, I love your tongue.'
He sucked her twat for a while, then stood up and pushed down his shorts. He held a massive cock in his hand, with bulging purple veins and a large, mushroom-shaped head. She looked at it with lust and spread her legs wide . He rubbed the tip of his cock slowly up and down her slit, teasing her. 'Are you ready for some cock, you little slut?' he asked.
'Please, please,' she begged, reaching for his big dick and trying to pull it into her snatch.
'Please what?' he responded, clearly enjoying his power over her.
'Please give me your cock,' she pleaded. 'Please stick your cock in me. I need your stiff dick in my pussy!'
I couldn't believe this was my wife! I didn't recognize her. The stud plunged his cock into her cunt and fucked her with long, hard strokes. She was going crazy, moaning and grunting like an animal. 'Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me with your hard, beautiful cock. Oh, God! Oh, yes! Fuck my pussy. Fuck me, fuck me.' He pumped her for a long time during which she came over and over again. Finally he groaned and pumped his seed deep inside her, then they lay on the couch for a few minutes in a deep, slow tongue kiss. Afterwards, he sat back on the couch while she kneeled between his legs and lovingly licked his cock and balls clean.
I was incredibly aroused by watching my wife's performance, and totally disappointed that she never acted like that with me. When they got up to get dressed I slipped quietly into the kitchen and waited until they left together for the health club, after which I went upstairs to take a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided then and there to leave my wife and kids. I would start a new life with freedom and excitement. I had a good job, lots of money, and soon I would be fucking Carolyn. After a shave and shower I was feeling good. On the way back to the office I called Europe on my car phone to try to straighten things out, but my client said I wasn't responsive to his needs anymore and was giving the account to another firm. 'Shit!' I said out loud as I slammed down the phone. The European account was the bulk of my business. Without it I would be a lame duck at the firm. As soon I walked in the door my secretary warned me that Mr. Williams was looking for me. I figured he heard that I lost the European account and wanted to offer advice. In the past, he had always been helpful when the chips were down. I entered his office and he motioned me to close the door. Ms. Bell, the personnel manager, was also there. 'Jones,' he said, 'I don't want to beat around the bush. There's been a sexual harassment complaint filed against you. That new secretary, Carolyn, reported that you made inappropriate advances toward her and continued to do so even after she asked you to stop.' 'What!' I screamed. I didn't think anything would shock me after what I had already seen that day, but I was incredulous. 'That's bullshit!'
'Look, Jones, I'm sure you're probably right, but the firm takes these matters very seriously. She's a young, attractive girl, and we have to protect the firm's image. But don't worry, with your business accounts and your solid family life, you should have no trouble getting past this.' Ms. Bell informed me that I was officially on 'administrative suspension,' without pay, and took my office key. 'Sorry, Jones,' said Mr. Williams. 'I'm sure the last thing you were looking for was a little drama in your life.'
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Some people enter middle age gracefully, while others collapse in crisis, hopelessly pondering which is worse: lost youth or the onset of old age. For me, at age 34, such thoughts had not yet dawned on me. I had a good career, a nice family, and still felt young. I had been with my firm for 12 years, managed major European accounts, and was considered one of the company's rising stars. Nevertheless, life had become monotonous. Every day was predictable: the traffic, the lunchtime conversation in the executive dining room, the mundane conversation with my wife and kids. Even sex with my wife had become boring. She's a sexy little blonde and keeps in great shape with aerobics five days a week, but there's no excitement between us anymore, no anticipation, no surprise. A few months ago Carolyn was hired as a secretary at the firm. From my office I could see her cubicle, and I often stole glances at her during the day. She was in her early twenties, with straight dark hair down to the middle of her back. She was about 5'5" with firm, round breasts and gorgeous legs. She wore tight dresses and short, sexy skirts, and sheer blouses which showed off her pointy nipples. She had a beautiful face with high cheeks and cat-like eyes, but what really turned me on were her lips. She had full, pouty lips and always wore red or pink lip gloss that made them shine. I imagined myself sitting back on my chair, with Carolyn on her knees between my legs with those red, full lips wrapped around my cock. I dreamed of throwing the papers off my desk fucking her on the cold, hard mahogany in the middle of the day.
Unfortunately, the firm has a strict no-fraternization policy so I didn't even try to talk to Carolyn until she was assigned to work for me. She came into my office wearing a tight dress with a short jacket opened in the front. I introduced myself and told her I needed some typing for one of my European accounts. As I spoke I discreetly tried to peek inside her jacket but she sat up straight in her chair, leaving me without a view. Frustrated, I told her to have the work on my desk by noon tomorrow and dismissed her.
The rest of the day went as usual. My daughter called to complain about her brother and I got the usual griping from my boss and clients. When my wife called to tell me to pick up a gallon of milk on my way home I was frustrated and horny, so I tried to have some fun. 'Wouldn't it be nice if we lit some candles and you wore your black satin nightie tonight?' I asked into the phone.
'What?' she replied.
'You know, after the kids go to sleep we'll put on some soft music, pour some wine and give each other nice, slow back massages.' I kept it up, using my Barry White voice: 'Baby, I could rub your back, and maybe your calves, and then I'd lightly rub your thighs ...'
'Cut it out!' she yelled. 'I have to get dinner ready. Just get the milk!' She hung up the phone. That night it was dinner and TV as usual. She went to sleep early, and I jerked off alone in the guest room. Carolyn brought me the project the next day at noon. She waited quietly while I finished a phone call, then I asked her to sit and close the door so I wouldn't be disturbed as I reviewed her work. I began to read but my eyes drifted to Carolyn. I was entranced by her high heels and long, smooth legs. She wore a short black skirt riding up to about mid-thigh and a loose blouse unbuttoned at the top, tantalizingly revealing her white lace bra. My eyes roamed over her long, smooth neck and her luscious lips. I dreamed of planting a string of kisses along her neck, across her cheeks and over her lips. Suddenly, I came back to reality and found that she was looking right at me! I was caught, red-handed, undressing her with my eyes. I mumbled something and returned to my work, hoping she wouldn't complain to the personnel manager. The last thing I needed was a scandal in the office!
I had some comments on her work, so she came around the desk and stood next to me so we could look at the pages together. As she leaned over my desk her blouse opened wide, giving me a clear view of her left breast barely covered in the white lacy material of her bra. I could see her round, succulent melon rising firmly above her flat belly, her hard nipple poking out. I stared at her tits, took a deep breath and looked up at her. 'Well, Mr. Jones,' she said with a smile, 'what seems to be the problem?'. 'Um, uh,' I stammered, 'there are just some typos and things. Don't worry, I'll drop it on your desk later.'
'OK,' she replied, 'but the way you're staring I thought you had other things on your mind.' I was dumbfounded. Suddenly, she pushed me back in my chair, straddled my knee and pulled her blouse off her shoulders. She cupped her bra-encased tits in her hands and circled her nipples with her thumbs. 'Are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you?' she asked with a seductive look in her eye. She unhooked the front clasp on her bra, letting it hang loosely against her naked breasts. Her tits were beautiful, firm and round with hard pink nipples pointing straight out, just inches from my face. I wanted to reach out and suck them, but I was paralyzed.
'Here's the deal, Mr. Jones,' she said. She leaned forward to whisper into my ear, pressing her tits against the sleeve of my white shirt. 'I know you want me to suck your cock. You've been staring at me from your office every day, you horny boy.' I mumbled in agreement as she purred in my ear, rubbing her tits up and down my arm. 'I'll bet you've been thinking about my wet red lips around your dick. You want me to suck your dick and lick your balls and tickle your asshole until you come in my mouth, don't you?' She reached down to rub my cock through my pants while she whispered in my ear, her long red fingernails trailing along the length of my rod.
Then, just as fast as she started, she stepped back, fastened her bra and buttoned up her shirt. 'Look, Mr. Jones, I could unzip your pants and suck you off right now, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it? No expectation, no excitement, no dreams to come true! So here's what we'll do instead: I'll be back here in exactly one month and I'll give you the best blowjob you ever had. I'll put on my brightest lipstick, my shortest skirt, and I'll kneel down and suck you off and swallow every drop! Put in on your calendar, and think about it while you're home fucking your wife.' And then she was out the door. My brow was covered with sweat and my cock strained against my zipper. I couldn't get over how brazen she was and how lame I had been! Nothing like this ever happened to me before, especially not in the office. I couldn't think straight, so I packed up my things and left the office early. When I got home my wife was at the stove. I tiptoed up to her from behind, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. The kids were out and I was horny as a cat, hoping for a little afternoon delight. 'Oh,' she said, 'you're home. I have to go pick up the kids. Here, stir this,' she said, handing me a spoon, 'I'll be back in twenty minutes.'
'Wait!' I yelled, but it was too late. She was already gone.
Over the next few weeks Carolyn mostly ignored me but still managed to drive me crazy with lust. One day she brought fruit salad for lunch. It was warm and sunny out, so the office was empty at lunchtime. She made sure I was watching and sat down to eat at her desk. She took each piece of fruit and slowly ran it over her lips and tongue until her mouth was wet and glistening from the juice. Then, looking right into my eyes, she pushed the fruit all the way into her mouth and slowly pulled her finger out through her wet lips, like she was giving her finger a blow job. I pulled my prick out underneath my desk and started to stroke it. After finishing the fruit salad she took a banana from her bag. She smiled at me from her desk, licking her lips and fondling the banana with her hands. Eventually she peeled it, but instead of taking a bite she ran the tip of it back and forth over her lips, getting it good and wet. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the banana, sucking it in and out until she was taking it all the way into her throat. I stroked my cock furiously under the desk and blew a load into my hands. Another time, about a week after the banana incident, she came into my office to drop off some files. While arranging the papers on my desk she casually dropped one hand into my lap. She grabbed my cock firmly through my pants and leaned over to whisper in my ear, 'be at your desk at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow. Keep your lights off and don't make a sound!'
Carolyn let me with a bad case of blue balls that afternoon. What did she have planned for tomorrow? It hadn't yet been a month. Even though I had some important overseas calls to make, I was so horny that I rounded up some of the younger guys who worked for me and took them to a strip bar just so I could ogle some flesh. Afterwards, I couldnåt bear the thought of going home, so I went back to the office and called my wife to tell her I was working late.
The phone woke me in my chair around 6:30 the next morning. It was my wife. I explained that I must have nodded off, but she didn't seem to care. She had a big workout planned for the morning and later had to drop the kids at soccer. I said I would try to be home for dinner and hung up the phone. I sat in my office in the dark, waiting on Carolyn. My pulse was racing and I was light-headed. I couldn't believe how obsessed I had become. I took stock of myself and realized I hadn't been home to see my wife and kids, I hadn't called my clients, I hadn't even brushed my teeth since yesterday. I was about to get up and splash some cold water on my face when Carolyn arrived at her cubicle. She wore red spike heels, a ridiculously short skirt and a tight, skimpy top that showed every curve of her breasts. Was this it? Was she coming to see me? She turned to my office and put a finger to her lips to signal me to keep quiet. Mr. Williams, my boss, was walking across the floor. He stopped behind Carolyn seated at her desk and caressed her hair and shoulders. They spoke quietly, then Carolyn giggled, swiveled in her chair, and reached out to undo his belt and zipper. She pushed his slacks and boxers down to his knees and gently took his cock in her hands. Carolyn looked up at him and smiled and began to lick and suck his cock and rub his balls. She alternated sucking his dick into her mouth, pumping it with her hands and pulling it out and licking it like a lollipop. She slathered the head of his cock with her tongue and rubbed it across her face, making her cheeks glisten. Mr. Williams held her head in his hands while she blew him, easing her head back and forth on his shaft. Suddenly, he picked her up on the desk, spread her legs and plunged his cock deep into her pussy. Carolyn squirmed and squealed, digging her heels into his back and rubbing her tits. He pumped his dick in and out of her wet snatch and she thrust back at him, meeting his cock stroke for stroke. After pounding her for a while he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Carolyn quickly climbed off the desk, knelt down and sucked his cock back into her mouth. He shot his come into her mouth and she lapped it up, then she tucked his dick into his shorts and zipped him up. Carolyn turned to my office and winked as she wiped a gob of come off her cheek and licked her fingers clean.
My phone rang, breaking the spell I was under. It was Europe calling with a long list of complaints. As my client yelled and screamed all I could think about was Carolyn getting fucked on her desk. Ignoring the phone, I took my dick out of my pants and started stroking. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene I just witnessed, bringing myself off in less than a minute. At the same time I feebly kept up my end of the conversation with a few well placed 'uh-huhs' and 'OKs.'
I got off the phone and went to the men's room. My hair was a mess, my clothes were wrinkled, I had black stubble on my chin and a come stain on my blue shirt. Just then Mr. Williams walked in, bright and cheerful. 'My God, Jones, you're a mess!' he said.
'Uh, yes sir, I put in an all-nighter. I guess I'll run home and freshen up.' 'Yes, you better,' he agreed, 'and then hurry back because I hear we have some problems with the European account.'
'Yes, sir,' I responded. What an asshole, I thought to myself.
I pulled into my driveway and parked next to my wife's Lexus. The kids were at school and, despite her recent lack of interest, I was hoping for a quickie. I quietly opened the back door, hoping to change my come-stained shirt before she saw me. As I tiptoed through the kitchen I heard voices from the living room, and when I peeked around the corner I couldn't believe what I saw. My wife was naked on the couch, lying back with one foot on the floor and the other draped over the armrest. Her legs were spread wide and some guy I never saw before was kneeling on the rug with his face buried in her pussy. He looked to be about 30 and wore sneakers, loose shorts and a tank top that showed off a chiseled back and large biceps. 'So that's what she's been doing at the health club,' I thought to myself. The guy was giving her cunt a serious workout with his tongue and she was getting into it, holding the back of his head with both hands and humping his chin. She was acting like a horny slut, groaning and grunting like I hadn't heard in years. He held her ass in his hands as he ate her, like a hungry man with an overstuffed sandwich. He licked her pussy lips up and down and stuck his tongue in her hole while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was moaning encouragement, which she never did when I went down on her. 'Oh, yeah!,' she groaned, pulling his face into her gash, 'suck my pussy! Lick me. Oh, God, I love your tongue.'
He sucked her twat for a while, then stood up and pushed down his shorts. He held a massive cock in his hand, with bulging purple veins and a large, mushroom-shaped head. She looked at it with lust and spread her legs wide . He rubbed the tip of his cock slowly up and down her slit, teasing her. 'Are you ready for some cock, you little slut?' he asked.
'Please, please,' she begged, reaching for his big dick and trying to pull it into her snatch.
'Please what?' he responded, clearly enjoying his power over her.
'Please give me your cock,' she pleaded. 'Please stick your cock in me. I need your stiff dick in my pussy!'
I couldn't believe this was my wife! I didn't recognize her. The stud plunged his cock into her cunt and fucked her with long, hard strokes. She was going crazy, moaning and grunting like an animal. 'Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me with your hard, beautiful cock. Oh, God! Oh, yes! Fuck my pussy. Fuck me, fuck me.' He pumped her for a long time during which she came over and over again. Finally he groaned and pumped his seed deep inside her, then they lay on the couch for a few minutes in a deep, slow tongue kiss. Afterwards, he sat back on the couch while she kneeled between his legs and lovingly licked his cock and balls clean.
I was incredibly aroused by watching my wife's performance, and totally disappointed that she never acted like that with me. When they got up to get dressed I slipped quietly into the kitchen and waited until they left together for the health club, after which I went upstairs to take a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided then and there to leave my wife and kids. I would start a new life with freedom and excitement. I had a good job, lots of money, and soon I would be fucking Carolyn. After a shave and shower I was feeling good. On the way back to the office I called Europe on my car phone to try to straighten things out, but my client said I wasn't responsive to his needs anymore and was giving the account to another firm. 'Shit!' I said out loud as I slammed down the phone. The European account was the bulk of my business. Without it I would be a lame duck at the firm. As soon I walked in the door my secretary warned me that Mr. Williams was looking for me. I figured he heard that I lost the European account and wanted to offer advice. In the past, he had always been helpful when the chips were down. I entered his office and he motioned me to close the door. Ms. Bell, the personnel manager, was also there. 'Jones,' he said, 'I don't want to beat around the bush. There's been a sexual harassment complaint filed against you. That new secretary, Carolyn, reported that you made inappropriate advances toward her and continued to do so even after she asked you to stop.' 'What!' I screamed. I didn't think anything would shock me after what I had already seen that day, but I was incredulous. 'That's bullshit!'
'Look, Jones, I'm sure you're probably right, but the firm takes these matters very seriously. She's a young, attractive girl, and we have to protect the firm's image. But don't worry, with your business accounts and your solid family life, you should have no trouble getting past this.' Ms. Bell informed me that I was officially on 'administrative suspension,' without pay, and took my office key. 'Sorry, Jones,' said Mr. Williams. 'I'm sure the last thing you were looking for was a little drama in your life.'
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