Crashed a wedding and fucked my married coworker in a closet [MF]

This happened a few years back, but I still think about it often. Not entirely certain why I’m posting now, but most likely sheer boredom from being in iso so long. Created a throwaway account and modified a few minor details to protect anonymity. Enjoy!

I was on a business trip with female colleague – we’ll call her Brittany. Brittany and I worked together at an investment firm in Sydney, where I was a VP and she was a senior associate. I was 40 at the time, Aussie, and I consider myself to be fit/reasonably attractive. Brittany was late-20s, a beautiful brunette with big tits, and her American accent absolutely destroyed me. She always wore stilettos with fitted dresses or skirts – appropriate outfits for our corporate firm, but still sexy enough to drive the blokes wild. Plus, she could hold her own and had a great sense of humour. I was immediately attracted to her, but we were each married.

Fast-forward to this particular business trip. We were stoked that our presentation went exceptionally well, and I remember thinking it would’ve been fun to hang out that night, but we had a flight back to Sydney in a few hours. No sooner had this thought crossed my mind when Brittany showed me a message from the airline indicating our flight had been cancelled. I couldn’t believe my luck when we learned we couldn’t get booked out before the following morning.

We ran into some acquaintances in the hotel lobby, and decided to join them for dinner. All men, and they all had a go at hitting on her. Unsurprising, as her cleavage looked amazing and her skirt was riding up, revealing more of her tanned legs. It was hard not to stare, and at one point she caught me glancing at her tits. I gave a sheepish grin and was pleasantly surprised when she gave me a knowing smile and winked. I winked back, and she laughed.

From that moment onward, I couldn’t stop thinking about getting her alone. The other blokes invited us for another round of drinks, but I exchanged glances with Brittany, and she inconspicuously nodded towards the door. I made an excuse about needing to get some work done, and she followed my lead. As we headed back to the hotel, I teased her about the attention she received over dinner, and she joked that at least some of it was welcomed. It all felt very flirtatious. As we entered the lobby, we noticed a wedding reception taking place.

Brittany: “Weddings are the best! Gosh, it’d be so fun to go”.

Me, playfully: “Reckon we could get away with crashing?”

I was only half-joking, already imagining a fun night ending in one of our hotel rooms. Brittany’s the type of girl keen on an adventure, so I knew a memorable night could play to my favour. When her eyes lit up, I knew I had a chance. I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the entrance, asking “alright then, tell me, how do we get in?”

Brittany didn’t skip a beat. “This is so awesome!” she said in that effortlessly cool accent, “well, we’re dressed for it – you’re even in a suit!” She tugged playfully at my tie. “Bet we could just walk right in like we’re meant to be there!”

Me: “Agreed. Shall we?” I put my arm around her, and we wandered towards the reception. Less than a minute later, we were toasting champagne and congratulating one another on our combined cleverness. We danced and had more drinks, before finding ourselves in a quieter corner of the room.

She stumbled a bit (we’d had a fair amount of alcohol at this point), and I pulled her onto my lap as I sat down on a chair. She laughed playfully: “that was a bold move”. I could feel myself getting hard as her ass pressed against my dick, and I had one hand on her thigh, running my fingers under the hem of her skirt. I pulled her closer and responded: “well, I had to have a go”.

She let out a soft sigh, lips parted, eyes momentarily closed. I think she had a quick internal dilemma at that point, torn between wanting to fuck me and remembering she’s married, so I quickly kissed her in an attempt to distract from any rational thinking. She kissed back passionately, grinding against my (now hard) cock through our clothes. She ran her hands across my chest and arms and whispered: “wow, your body really is amazing…fuck, and you’re already hard”. Her eyes made their way back to mine.

Me, holding her gaze: “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a very long time”.

She whimpered, face flushed with desire: “I want you to fuck me…I need you inside me…”

Once again, I needed no convincing. I led her out of the reception as quickly as I could, with every intention of heading to one of our rooms. She was giving me the best “fuck me” eyes I’d ever seen, and my cock was pressing uncomfortably (and noticeably) against my trousers. I couldn’t handle waiting to get back to a room. I noticed a closet with the door ajar, and pulled her inside. It was large, some kind of a coat closet, most likely for staff. I picked her up and positioned her on a table, kissing her as I pushed up her skirt. Her lace panties were soaked, and she moaned as I pushed them to the side and slid my fingers inside her wet, smooth pussy. “Fuuuuck, that feels amazing” she moaned. With my other hand, I clumsily tried to pull off her singlet, desperate to see her huge tits, and she helped by pulling down the straps and unclasping her bra.

To this day, I can still vividly picture her in that moment: dark hair cascading, perfect tits with rock hard nipples, face flushed, eyes begging me to fuck her. I pulled her panties down her legs, and buried my face in her warm pussy. “Fuuuuuuck” she moaned harder, arching her back as I slipped my tongue inside her and then circled her clit. As sexy as it was, the position wasn’t overly comfortable for me, so I was somewhat relieved when she pulled me back up to standing. She slid off the table and dropped to her knees, and I hastily unbuttoned my trousers. In her half-dressed state, she looked so perfectly slutty. Her skirt and top were pushed to her stomach, with her tits, pussy and ass exposed. Her panties were tangled around one of her ankles, bra slung carelessly on the floor beside her, and she still had on her stilettos. As I admired the view, she looked up at me and said “ever imagine me doing this?” and put her lips around the base of my dick, working her way towards the tip. “It’s certainly crossed my mind on occasion” I panted, holding her head while she sucked me off.

She took my balls in her mouth and got them good and wet, then went back to sucking my dick while fondling my wet balls with her hand. Between the physical sensation, the thrill of the risk and her overall sexiness, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I pulled her up saying “I need to fuck you”, and turned her around so she was facing away from me. She spread her legs and leaned over the table, pulling me towards her by my arm, begging “fuck me hard”.

It crossed my mind in that moment that we didn’t have a condom, but she was bent over asking me to take her, so I had no intention of stopping (I later learned that this was the first time she cheated on her husband, and the fact that we didn’t have a condom hadn’t even crossed her mind). I grabbed her hips and drove my cock inside her. She was so wet, so tight, and I squeezed her ass as I fucked her from behind. “Your husband doesn’t fuck you this well, does he?” I said, putting one hand on her back and pushing her further into the table as I fucked her roughly. This seemed to put her over the edge “fuck no, no he doesn’t…oh my god…oh my godddd”. She buried her face into her arm to try to quiet herself, but soon moaned “fuck, fuuuuck, I’m going to come”. I was also very close at this point, and it took a great deal of concentration not to blow my load immediately. Her body tensed, and I could feel her legs and stomach start to quiver. Instinctively I reached over and covered her mouth with my hand, and felt her muffled cries as she came all over my cock, sending me over the edge. Remembering I wasn’t wearing a condom, I quickly pulled out and came all over her ass.

We cleaned ourselves up, and I asked her if she wanted to go back to the party. She suggested wine in her room instead, which lead to a fantastic night, with both of us absolutely knackered by the morning.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gfkwyu/crashed_a_wedding_and_fucked_my_married_coworker