[MF, cheat, cons, anal] – The work wife part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ckqfny/mf_cheat_cons_the_work_wife/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cxb0dg/mfcheatconsoral_the_work_wife_part_2/)

Things had slowed down a bit since the blowjob in her Range Rover. Part of it was work, we both had a lot to do.  My read on the other part was she was coming to terms with the big changes she’d initiated in her life.  Fucking me once was a mistake, but twice with perhaps a plan for more was a fundamental change to her own self-image. As for me, I was trying not to think about it.  Sex with her was amazing and we were both adults.  What was wrong with having a little fun?

The project director announced a happy hour at a local chain where somebody knew somebody so we could get a deal, meaning the party was more to fill an obligation to have a party than to have actual fun. It was one of those places with stuff on the walls that defined good as big drinks and obscene amounts of food.  I had some things to tie up after work so I arrive late.  There was an open bar, we had landed a new contract, and so there was a very good
showing.  My work wife was sitting at a side table.
“Are you drinking?”

“Yeah,” she said.

She told me once that she didn’t drink, but that her father did and he husband did behind her back despite a pre-marital promise to abstain.

“What are you drinking?”

“Whiskey.”

“Whiskey?”

She shrugged, “it’s just one.”

“I guess I’ll have one too,” I said.

We chatted with other co-workers as I watched her nurse the whiskey slowly.  She wasn’t drunk, but she was bubbly and loose in a way she rarely was.  She laughed more.  She was comfortable and relaxed than I’ve ever seen her. As for me, I tried to drink slowly, but the more I drank the more I wanted to drink.  By the time I ordered another one, I already had a good buzz.  I made a circuit through my peers, chatting, catching up, and celebrating with the team.  Soon I knew it was time for me to go.  I said my goodbyes and made my way to the rest room.  I took a piss, washed my hands, and exited with the full intention on going to my car and then going home.

Opening the door, I came face to face with my work wife.  We spent a moment frozen by the other’s gaze until we both took a a step and into an embrace.  We held each other for what felt like hours, our hearts beating hard in our chests. My limbs felt heavy.  I had developed a deep animalistic sense of her, a territoriality.  Our inhibitions were both lowered and we quickly found ourselves kissing, our tongue’s dancing in each other’s mouths.  We walked back to the end of the hallway.  That at any time a coworker could come by and catch us charged the air around us. I kissed her, soft but deep and I felt her melt in my arms.  She moaned. Sliding my hand up her thigh to her waist and insinuating my fingers between her skin and the elastic of her panties before moving down through her thick patch of pubic hair to her slick, wet labia.  I rubbed her as I ground my hardening cock into her thigh.  She gasped.  I reached under her dress with both hands and pulled her panties down and off her.  She stepped out of them and I put them in my pocket.
I continued to probe her wet pussy with my fingers, teasing her clit. 

I spoke in firm truths, “I’m going to drive you home. I’m going to stop to get us a hotel and a give you a proper fuck.”

She held on my my arm to support her weight as her knees weakened.  “Fuck,” she whispered , “I want you so much.”

“Give me your phone,” I said and she handed it over.  I turned it off.  Her husband tracked her whereabouts via Find My Friends, but with the phone off it wouldn’t update her location.  It would look like she was here and her phone had died.

We left the bar out the back and made our way to her car and drove to a nearby hotel.  Along the way, I continue to tease her pussy.

“Rub yourself,” I said, continuing my commands.

She didn’t say anything.

“Rub your pussy,” I said again.

She tentatively moved her hand to he thigh.

“Finger your fucking pussy for me,” I said finally.

She started, slowly at first, before getting more and more into the act.  My cock strained against the fabric of my suit pants and my precum soaked my boxers.

We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel with me telling her not to make herself cum.  Getting out of her car, I saw that she had soaked through the back of her dress and that her seat might have had some of her juices on it.  The steering wheel and gear shifter certainly did from where I touched them as I drove.  We would need to clean up before she returned the car to her home.
We entered the hotel and were met the front desk by a small, young, mousy woman, with short brown hair and glasses.  I requested a room for the night with not much availability.  We were able to get an executive suite for $350 a night.  a high price, but I paid it gladly despite knowing we wouldn’t use it all night.  My work wife would still need to get home.  I requested an intimacy kit as well and expected a look from the woman at the front desk, but she was professional and discrete.  If she knew anything about who we were or why we were there she didn’t let on.  She finished processing us, got us the kit, and we were on our way.

On our way up to our room, I inspected the intimacy kit which included two condoms, “natural” lubricant, and a bandaid.  While I wanted to come in her again, to fill her up, I know it wasn’t a good idea.  We were playing with fire as it was and a pregnancy would ruin her life. We never talked about birth control, we never planned to have any of the sex we had, but I suspected she wasn’t on anything—why would she be?  I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the only sex she’d had since her boys were born.

When we got into the room, she turned and dropped to her knees, unzipping my pants and deftly freeing my cock.  She took my cock in her mouth and sucked me.  Since it wasn’t our first time, she knew a bit more of how I liked it.  She looked up at me with big, full, brown eyes, slowly working my shaft in and out of her mouth.  I ran my fingers through her hair.  She was going grey and dyed it was henna giving the appearance of red silk thread woven into her long hair.  I walked backwards to the bed, chuckling as she managed to crawl along the floor while keeping me inside her mouth.  She laughed too and I almost slipped out, but she recovered.  Once seated on the bee. I unzipped her dress and worked to undress her as much as I could without disengaging myself from her sucking.

“Get on top of me so I can lick you,” I said, “I want to taste you.”
She stood and I laid back on the bed and she moved to sit on my face.

“Keep sucking my cock,” I said as we maneuvered into a sixty-nine.
I hadn’t licked her since our first time together in her car, but here on the bed we had the space and time to fully appreciate the act with each other.  Several times I felt myself wanting to cum, but I willed myself to hold back, distracting myself to keep the moment from ending. 

The motion of her riding and the slickness of her juices cause my hands to shift, bringing my slick thumb closer and closer to the pucker of her asshole until soon it was gently rubbing the tight little brown ring.  In my lust I took her lack of objection as an invitation to experiment more, placing my index finger at her anus and applying light pressure.  She stoped sucking for moment and I panicked before she moaned deeply around my cock. Soon I was in to my first knuckle.  With my other hand I spanked her ass.  She lifted up off my cock and moaned and shook violently, coming from the combined pleasure of my tongue on her slit and my finger in her ass.

When she recovered, I gently withdrew my finger from her ass and reached over to the night stand to retrieve the condom, passing it to her to unroll over my cock.

I urged her to move forward. She slid down and was soon riding my cock in a reverse cowgirl. With each trust I felt her pussy quiver around me.  Even the small about of alcohol she consumed relaxed her. For the first time it like I was with the real her, the woman I’m not sure anyone got to see.  She started to assert herself, fucking me back and moaning freely.  I tightened my grip on her, kissed her harder, bit her.  She scratched me. I said “fuck” between clenched teeth. She said something in Punjabi. I slapped her ass again and she bucked.

I marveled as I watched her pink and brown lips swallow my white cock and again inched my finger to her ass, teasing her as I slowly slid it inside.   Soon I was again up to the first knuckle of my index finger when I asked, “Do you want to give me your ass?” I asked and I felt her tense and release around my finger but didn’t say anything.

“Do you want to give me your virgin ass?” I asked, growing bolder.
She moaned but still didn’t say anything in reply.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” I said, my cock still deep within her,
“I’m going to fuck you in your tight, little, virgin, asshole.” I said slowly rotating my finger to begin to stretch her out. “I’m going to own your ass.” I spanked her with my other and and felt my finger slide fully inside.  I slowly withdrew my finger and moved to disengage from her as she stayed kneeling on the bed.  I was so turned on and knew I wouldn’t last long but I was determined.
She stayed kneeling as got on my knees behind her and I positioned my cock at her ass.  I slowly pushed forward and she started to moan and cry and try to speak as she felt my cock start to work its way inside.

“Oh, fuck, I’m in your ass.  I’m in your fucking ass.” I said.  

She moan more and said “fuck. fuck. fuck.”

“Rub your clit for me.”

And I felt her move her hand under her and rub herself furiously, her nails occasionally scratching my balls.

I only got part way in before it was all too much and I lost control, my balls boiled over and soon I was filling the condom with my cum.  As I feel back from exhaustion, she came again before collapsing in her own heap in front of me.

Some time later I woke up to her panicked searching for her things.  It was midnight, well past when she said she would be home, the spell had been broken.

“I have to go,” she said.  “I can’t believe we did that,” she said.
I felt every emotion in that instant, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it.

“We can’t do that again,” she said, and closed the door, hurrying back to her life, her worried and angry husband, her kids. I sat alone in the room and thought through everything that had happened and everything that would happen.  I didn’t sleep.
The next day she was professional, but distant.  I gave her space.  Within the month an email was sent that she was going to work remotely.  She was moving several states away.  When she said goodbye was hugged and it was hard for both of us to leave it only as that.  We still work together.  It’s remarkable how easy it is to move on when you pretend nothing happened. She’s still married, she still seems content, and I am the exception to the arrangement of her marriage. 

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