Backseat Lover 4 (cheating, creampie)

“What was the nature of your relationship with Miss Christine Law?”

My heart sank beneath my navel, and I could barely raise my head. 

Shame. 

What else is a married man supposed to feel after he was caught banging the college intern at work? As bad as I felt, I had so many questions. 

Was Christine ok? Would I have to move to a new office, or worse, fired entirely? What would I tell my wife? 

I bit the inside of my cheek in frustration. I should be thinking about me right now. 

Every thought kept coming back to her. The images of me fucking her tight little ass, her wet pussy cumming on my cock, and her moaning my name in my ear played across my mind like a movie. 

“It was… We had…” My throat felt like I was swallowing sand. “Christine and I-”

She cuts me off. “Look, Andrew. Miss Law told me everything already, you’ll only make this worse on yourself if you lie.

Now I felt embarrassed and stupid. “Sorry, Mary. We erm… had a sexual relationship.”

“When did it start?”

“Just a few weeks.”

Mary shifts in her chair, and reclines. Her blue eyes feel like they’re piercing through me, and it’s taking all the effort I have to meet her gaze and not hang my head. 

“I see there’s no need for me to tell you how fucking stupid it is to bang the intern, right?”

“No ma’am.”

“And also how fucking tacky it is, too.”

“It is tacky ma’am.”

She sighs, and rubs her temples. “Based on what Christine said, it didn’t seem as if you forced her into anything she was uncomfortable with, nor did you coerce her, or use your ‘power’ over her to get what you wanted. As if you could have really done anything for her in the first place. So for now, I see no reason to get HR involved. Especially with as much as you both have on the line.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“I’m not doing it for you.” She snapped. “You have a wife and a new baby. You know better. Let HR hear it and she goes from a promising young girl to a victim, and has to deal with people seeing her for nothing more than that for a long time. Do you understand?”

I sigh. “I do.”

“Good to know.” she says. “So here’s the plan. Christine has only two weeks left. As of now, her time is up. As far as Michigan State’s School of Business is concerned, she’s carried out her duties wonderfully.”

I mask my sigh of relief. At least she’d be making it out of here unscathed. And as long as that happened, indirectly I’d be safe. As long as I could go home to my wife and let Christine fade as a memory.

“As for you, your punishment is taking a week off. Coming out of your PTO.  Finish your shit up today, and figure out a lie to tell your wife why that vacation isn’t happening this year.”

Fuck me. I’m backed into a corner, and I’m very much stuck here, but I’m willing to eat whatever shit it takes to make this all go away. Luckily that trip to Paris never got out of it’s infancy stage, which Mary doesn’t know…

“Further, when John Peters retires this year, you will not be promoted into his position. I’ll be hiring someone else to work alongside me. Certainly seems appropriate given your conduct?”

Fuck, I really could use that money.

I’ve been salivating over that corner office and the ability to hire and fire whoever the fuck I want, but I can understand why my conduct would restrict me. Whatever it takes to get all this to go away…

“It does ma’am.”

“Thank you.” she says. “Now get the fuck out of my office. You bring anything like this to my office again and I’ll put your ass on the street.”

I can only rise to my feet, as tough as that is, they still feel like noodles. I swallow the lump in my throat, and turn on my heels and get to my office. Walking down the hall, I just feel small now. Like everyone’s eyes are on me. Do they know why Mary called me into her office? Are they aware the intern and I’ve been fucking in secret, and that’s why her internship is ending two weeks early? Should I just get a new job and wash my hands of this entire fling?

Fling… That’s certainly an odd way to spell “affair.”

I shut the door to my office, and run to my phone. I have to at least check on her, otherwise this would haunt me, not knowing what became of her. I open my phone, and there’s one text message. It’s from Christine, from about ten minutes ago, just after I went to Mary’s office. Likely when she began cleaning her desk. 

It only says, “Are you ok?”

A quick twinge of regret hits me, that I should let her go. Instead of seeing her, I should just text her. Type out how good of a time we had and bid her farewell. Appreciate that I got off easy, and she gets to go back to school unscathed, and I get to go home to my unaware wife.

“A few slaps on the wrist, but I’m ok. I’m just going to miss you.”

“Can I see you before I go?”

Adrian, don’t. You’ve survived something that most men don’t. You’ve had more fun than most married men get to. You’re going to be fine. Tell her no, thank her for her time, then go home.

That would be the smart decision.

I don’t do the exact opposite.

“Yes, I’m in my office.”

The longest sixty seconds of my life pass me by, and in those sixty seconds, I’m desperately wishing she decides she doesn’t want to show up. That she regrets fucking me, and that she wishes it was all behind her, fading into a memory.

I know that’s not going to happen. For either me or her.

My door opens, and she slides through before closing it quietly.

“I’m so sorry!” she launches herself into me and in my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me with passion normally reserved for serious lovers.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault.” I try to comfort. “Are you doing ok?” I ask.

She sniffles into my chest, and I hold her as tight as I can. “I’m fine. I was hoping this job would be here when I graduated, but it’s not looking like it. Just fucking sucks.”

It’s in that moment that my heart feels like it flutters in a way that hasn’t happened to me in quite a long time. Right now I’m not thinking about her lips wrapped around my cock, or her asshole taking my cock to the hilt, or being balls deep in her perfect pussy. I just want to hold her while she’s in her comfort zone and enjoy her presence.

We just stand here, me holding her, trying to digest the day. 

I loved every second, for I knew this would be it.

“I’m going to miss you.” she says.

“I’m going to miss you too.” I say. “This time we’ve spent together, it has really been a lot of fun.”

I’m not lying to her or me. She did make me feel good, actually great. She gave me the best sex that I’ve nearly forgotten was possible. Yet, that didn’t keep me coming back. She satisfied something deeper within me, something that was more simple than either of us realized. She was the one of the best parts about my wife before the baby, and she was fun to talk to. If I had to guess what she saw in me; I was older, stable, and cared more about her sexual gratification than the frat guys and business major she’d fucked in her four years.

“You won’t but it’s ok.”

“No, don’t say that.” I stammer. “If I could do it all over again… I’d do it.”

“You’d really do it again?”

“In a heartbeat.” I reply. “You were the most fun I’ve had in years. I felt good, I felt wanted. I felt… so happy. I don’t think I’m going to be able to forget you.”

“The next man is going to have a tough time following you,” she chuckles.

Her tender lips meet mine, and all the tension slowly leaves my body. I can feel hers ebb away as well. It lifts the weight of the situation off of us, and it feels like, in this moment, everything is fine.

“One more time?” she asks. “Before we have to say goodbye?”

I look her deep in her puffy little eyes, and how could I say no? 

Chrstine was a drug. There was no doubt I’d have to kick the habit, that much was true from our first fuck in the car, yet as I’m sittting here with the diecion made for me, nothing else mattered. 

I’d have to come to work and not see her smile. I’d have to go home, sexually unfulfilled before my wife doesn’t fuck me again. Then wake up, and repeat the process over and over again. Yet this time, there was no Christine at the end of the tunnel. There’d be no sex with a gorgeous college girl with a tight ass and amazing pussy.

The only reward would be waking up the next day and hoping it get’s better.

Fuck it.

“I’d love nothing more than one more time.”

Her eyes light up, and the puffiness fades from her eyes. My thumbs rub away the fallen tears from her cheeks, and I kiss her soft pink lips again. We melt into each other’s embrace again, except this time, there’s no rush, no haze of lust, and no thrill of being caught. 

It’s more raw and emotional. We’re familiar with the other, and know what we like, and we had only one more session to give it. When she pulled me into her hatchback, my heart was racing and I felt like I was going to finish in my pants the second I laid eyes on that perfect pussy between her impeccable legs. Now, I feel like I can make her orgasm three times before my belt buckle is even touched. 

Our lips are fused together, our tongues are locked playfully. My jacket falls to the floor, her blouse is ripped open. Her hands unbutton my shirt with speed and a surgical precision and she paws at my chest and torso. My cock leaps out of my briefs when I grab two handfuls of her perky ass.

Clawing at each other, trying to touch and grab every bit of skin we can reach, we manage to find our way to my desk. She sits atop it, and I strip her perfect body naked. For the first time, I was going to see all of her, and not just in pictures. I wanted it all. Pure greed.

I run my hands all over her hips and thighs. Her tongue travels across my neck and chest, sucking on my nipples, stroking my cock more gingerly than ever before, making my body shiver. It’s like she’s wishing she could take it with her, for as soon as we’re finished… we only become memories. 

“Damn, I want you so bad.” she moans.

I know full well she means more than just now, but I can’t bring myself to think about when we leave this room. We grab my cock together, and angle it within her. Then, I plunge myself into her tight pussy. Her arms wrap around my shoulders as a satisfied cry escapes her lips.

Slowly, I acclimate to her drenched hole, my lips nibbling at her neck and collarbone. This is what great sex was, this is that type of fucking that makes affairs seem worth it. That eye-rolling, toe curling, just-can’t-get-enough type of sex.

This woman truly was the death of me. And I’d gladly welcome it.

Her hips rotate on my cock, taking as much of me in as she can. Christine’s perky body bounces on my member. My eyes soak in watching her entire frame shaking with such secret fun.

“Fuck me good, don’t stop!” she cried.

With rhythm, I pump into her faster and faster. Her moans match my grunts as we pant together, giving each other our all.

I nibble on her ear and whisper into it, “You feel so amazing, babe.”

This set’s something off in her, and I can feel her orgasm building to an almost dangerous height.

“Moremoremore!” she moans.

“All I ever think about is fucking you.”

“Unnh! Uuuuunnh!!!”

I know I don’t love her, I know it’s my cock talking, but in this moment, I feel like I really am. 

My hands grip her legs firmly, and I hoist her from the surface of the desk. She gasps with a yelp as she’s lifted into the air, her arms and legs pin to me nervously.

“I won’t let you fall.” I chuckle.

“It’s just that… I’ve never been picked up before.”

“Well I’ve never picked anyone one up before.” I shove my tongue back in her mouth, and she plays with mine with more passion. 

We’re supported by my weight, standing there and kissing and spinning around the room. I wanted to be there forever. I pound her tight twat like I never wanted to stop. Her sweet pussy gushes over my cock, succumbing to the pleasure of getting relentlessly fucked in the air. Each stroke shoots her high, and before long, she finishes all over me.

“Ohmygod!” She roars in my ear, trying and failing to contain her screams.

I didn’t care who heard.

I finish violently into her sensitive pussy, emptying everything I have to give, giving her the biggest creampie I felt like I’ve ever given a woman. My legs buckle, and she smiles with a devilish grin as she drinks all I have to give her.

“That was absolutely amazing.” I tell her.

She sucks air into her lungs. “It was… wow. That was so great.”

Then as quickly as the happy chemicals come, they fade. Our eyes go from a passionate lock to a saddened stare. I set her gently to her feet where we collect our haphazardly thrown clothing across my office.

We both get dress slowly and in silence. I complete my tie knot as she checks her hair in the window. All I can do is sigh.

“Christine, I’m really going to miss you, take care of yourself.”

She stares, her eyes watering slowly. They dart around the room, looking for something to say, trying to grasp words that just won’t come.

“Bye, Andrew.”

She rips my door open, and closes it with haste before I can hear the quickened footsteps of her shoes walking down the hall, and out of my life.

Take care of yourself, my little backseat lover…

She’s really gone…

I gather my computer and some random files, wondering what the hell I’m doing. I ignore any and all stares as I my feet take me out of my office and into my car. I take the long way home in more quiet. No music. No talk radio. No A/C from the scorching heat. Just windows down the entire route. 

Then, I’m home, remembering nothing about my drive.

I climb through my entrance to embrace my happy daughter and surprised my wife sitting on the couch. I plant a kiss on both of their foreheads and sit down to watch the same Spongebob episode for the 40th time. 

“Are you doing ok? What’s going on?” she asked.

The lie rolls off my tongue, as easily as a familiar face. “Black mold in the building. We’re told to work home for a week.”

“Ugh, nasty stuff.” she says. Seems believable. After all, she’d have no way of verifying. She simply goes back to shopping on Amazon on her iPad

I watch Spongebob and Patrick try to raise their surrogate clam chile with my daughter.

Everything feels… so normal.

We sit around the rest of the day. We take turns watching the kid so the other can get some rest and alone time. Tonight is my turn to cook dinner, and we share chicken parmigiana. My wife and I eat a bowl of ice cream when we put our daughter to bed. Then, she falls to sleep without even thinking about sex.

Normalcy.

I retreat to the bathroom, and jerk off while thinking about Chrsitine’s lips around my cock before bed. Even though it was just today, the memories are quickly fading. What’s she doing? Does she miss me? Is she doing the same thing?

These questions flash across my mind until I meet a dreamless sleep, and ponder them again the next day, and the day after that…

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