[It had been a week since we fucked in her Range Rover in the work parking lot.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ckqfny/mf_cheat_cons_the_work_wife/) We talked about it, but she felt guilty and it clearly upset her that she had done it. I gave her space which was hard since we were still co-workers.
That morning I suggested we get some coffee, something we did frequently and she agreed. We had time to make the trip and be back in time for the morning meeting. We got into her Range Rover and she drove us. We sat in silence during the short drive. We got to Starbuck and got out. Placed our order and waited as we had dozens of times before. We didn’t say anything to each other. I waited, feeling more and more guilty, questioning if I misread things, hoping she would be ok, but still I wanted her. We returned to her car and she pulled away to drive back to the office.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t,” she said, “we did it and it’s done.”
“Look… I—I think I’m going—I don’t know. What do we want—what should we do?” I didn’t know what I wanted to say, I was full of conflict.
“I don’t know,” she said.
We sat in silence and she pulled into an unfinished, abandoned lot in the office park where we worked. She sat quietly with her coffee in thought and I watched her for a minute. I unbuckled my seat belt and waited a moment. Then I reached over and unbuckled her seat belt. I reached over to her, she shuddered. I kissed her and if there was any trace of hesitation it vanished from both of us.
I kissed her neck and she reached over and grabbed my cock through my jeans.
“What do you want?” I asked her, surprised at how direct she was. She was normally so reserved. I guess part of me is still old-fashioned. I don’t expect women, let along a conservative woman, to want sex, but here was one with her hand on my cock.
She reached her other hand over and she worked to unzip me, her fingers fumbling at first before she found the zipper in the folds of my fly and unzipped me. She reached in, sliding her small hand into my pants and through the fly of my boxers, until she grasped my bare cock and pulled it out.
I didn’t say anything, not wanting to break whatever spell was compelling her to act.
She stroked me, squeezing at first until I was fully erect, spreading my precum up and down my shaft. I reached over to her and put my hand between her shoulder blades under her long dark hair. She looked down at my cock as if surprised to see her own hand there. It was the second cock she ever felt grow hard in her hand. Mentally I compared myself to her husband who I had never seen, wondering how his size and shape differed from mine. I pulled her down with just a hint of encouragement and she slowly lowered her mouth down to my cock until I felt her hot breath on my tip.
She took a moment, but soon sucked the pool of precum off before taking more of me into her mouth. I wanted to fuck her again, but knew we couldn’t be away from work that long. Instead, I moved my hand down her back and under the waist of her jeans to her ass, feeling her bare skin.
He teeth caught me under my sensitive circumcised cock-head. She wasn’t practiced at giving head if she’d even ever done it before. My hand continued to cup and squeeze her ass. I wondered if my cock was the first she had tasted and the thought countered the contact her teeth occasionally made with my glans. I imagined teasing her tight little brown asshole, taking my time to tease her until I worked my cock inside her virgin ass. In truth, I didn’t know if she had ever had anal sex, but from what I understood of her marriage, arranged by her parents and loveless after the kids, I couldn’t imagine they ever had. I wanted to own her in a way he husband hadn’t. I wanted to mark her, claim her. When she was old, I wanted her to remember how my cock made her feel.
I was close. The last time I had my cock sucked in a car, I was a teenager and this whole experience had me feeling like one: A rushed seemingly inexperienced woman, pressed for time, terrified we would be caught, and I didn’t care about any of it.
“I’m going to cum,” I said, as she continued to bob her head up and down my cock. I felt my hot cum surge up my shaft and when the first shot hit her mouth she moaned which became a hum, vibrating my pulsing cock. I felt her conflicted mouth on me as she decided what to do with my cum. She pulled up and I thought she might let it dribble out all down her chin and over my pants but then she moved back down and swallowed before letting me drop from her mouth with a gasp.
We sat there for a minute. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to call work and say, something, some excuse. I kept trying to think of ideas, any excuse. I wanted to take her to the city to a nice hotel, get a room, and eat her out until she begged me to stop. Then I wanted to fuck her, feel her warm cunt around my cock, fill her with my cum again, and send her back home with it still inside her as I had the last week.
“We should get back,” she said, “You should zip up your pants.” My cock was still out I realized the front of my pants were soaked with her spit and my cum. I zipped up and tried to clean myself up.
We drove back to the office, making our meeting with minutes to spare. I wanted to fuck her again, but it would be a bit before we had another chance.
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Nice
Beautifully written!