An Office Affair

As I walk into the building and make my way to your office, I smile at everyone and say hello.

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Your door is closed. I knock to see if you’re in. I hear your voice from the other side. I open the door and leave it about halfway ajar.

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“Good morning”, I say. And we start some small talk about how things are going, what’s happening with our kids, that sort of stuff. However, as I walk closer to your desk, I unzip my pants and pull out my dick.

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There’s an evil glint in your eye. As you quickly get to your knees and take my penis in your hand. While you slowly start to stroke. with your right hand, I take your left and put my wedding ring into it. You can feel the warmth from the metal band that my wife gave me. The gift that signifies our marriage and binding together. You hold it in your hand and you feel the weight of it. You compare the warmth of the metal to the warmth of my hardening dick. The ring clinks gently against the wedding ring on her hand. But this is not the ring that you gave to your husband. This is the ring of a stranger. Of a man you’ve been secretly seeing for months.

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While I have something different plan for the remainder of today, this is how we normally start. You are on your knees. My cock in your mouth slowly getting harder. You do the best you can to hide the sounds you make as your tongue explores the veins and the growing girth inside your mouth.

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I keep up the small talk as I explain some silly story or escapade that someone got into. A story that doesn’t require your response but is simply a boss describing something and a wonderful employee paying attention. We’ve worked hard to build up this routine and people know to avoid because they will get roped in and have to listen to this boring story as well.

You take the metal ring in your palm and slide it over your middle finger. Your left hand then reaches under your dress starts to rub your pussy. You have to be careful because you get so wet that it’s easy for me to hear those fingers sliding in and out from between your wet lips. Somebody in the hallway would possibly wonder at the sound.

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This is another part of the routine. You are going to finger fuck yourself and get your juices all over my wedding. So that throughout the day, I can smell you. The scent of you lingering until I wash my hands before I go home. She will never know that the ring on my hand gets coated in your juices for my pleasure.

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It’s hard to keep a straight voice as you continue to stroke and lick my shaft. This is part of the enjoyment for you as well. Seeing if you can get me to break. Seeing if you can get me to stop concentrating on our cover. Can someone outside notice that there is a sound that shouldn’t be coming from your office? The thrill of someone noticing or finding out is half of the fun for both of us.

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You do something unexpected and you take my entire length down your throat. This does cause me to almost stop. I keep going with, “Well, I’ll tell you that was when it got interesting.” I place my hands on your head. I pull your long dark hair into a ponytail so that I can use it to slide your mouth back and forth across the shaft. You make quick work of me though. You have such a talented tongue. The warm soft muscle undulates along the underside of my cock. Focusing your attentions just below the head you fight my attempt to take control as you cover my dick in saliva.

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It’s not long before, in the middle of telling you about how my wife reacted to something, I am humping your mouth. My hard cock swells as I shoot once, twice, three times. I squirt the cum that she doesn’t want, the cum that she ignores, into your mouth. You swallow beautifully as any good employee would. You then use your thumb from the base to the tip. Making sure that you milk every drop. After putting me back in my pants and giving my pants a gentle kiss, so gentle that none of your lipstick will smear on them, you pull your finger out of your pussy.

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I can see the gleam of your juices on three of your digits. You take your time and slowly lick first your pointer finger, then your ring finger, and lastly your middle digit. The bright lipstick covered lips stop just short of my ring. Your hand hovers over my palm and the symbol of my marriage slides off.

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I place the metal band that is coated with your juices onto my finger and hold it close to my nose. The scent is intoxicating. I can feel my dick twitch.

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We say goodbye. And that is supposed to be the end of today as far as you know. However, I want to do a few other things.

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Around lunchtime when the office is mostly empty, I come to visit you again. This has happened before but you’re not used to a visit twice in one day, especially for this. Over the last few months, I have tried so hard to get you to come and work directly under me. It would afford me so many more opportunities to have my way with you or find opportunities where we can flirt mercilessly or perhaps give in to our desires in the middle of the day.

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You have stubbornly refused, partially because you like the chase and don’t want to seem too eager, but also because you know that there is a very real chance that we would both get carried away and there would be no inhibitions once we got started.

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As I stand at the doorway I mention to you that I’ve got a computer problem in the conference room and would you mind helping me out? You smile and say sure. Gently you smooth out your dress. There isn’t a wrinkle but it gives you the chance to run your hands over that body. Teasingly, your hands cover the wondrous mounds that you proudly have on display. the tools that you used, most effectively, to capture my attention and begin this affair.

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I have seen them covered and uncovered. In motion and at rest. I still can’t get enough of the beautiful breasts that you have to share. Today, your dress puts them on immaculate display. The high belt that you have on forcing the eyes to take them in.

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We walk to the conference room next to your office. There’s almost no one around, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone who could be coming by.

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I’m rock hard with what I have planned for you.

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We walk in and just as I did in your office, I leave the door partially open. Your face tells me that you are not quite certain if this is a real computer problem or if I have some ulterior motives. I make it very clear what I have in mind by reaching into the top of your dress and, as I’m explaining the problems that I’m having and the presentation that I have coming up, I gently pull down both your dress top and your bra so that your naked nipples are exposed to air conditioned office space.

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The white teeth dig into your lip as my hands come up. Running my thumb across your areolas your nipples harden under the attention and your teeth dig into your lower lip. I know that this turns you on and that you’re getting wetter by the moment. Anyone could come in. The door is wide open for crying out loud. Anyone could wander by and while they would see my back, your naked breasts would be seen if they peer around me. Your nipples will be under my fingers as I speak to them over my shoulder.

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I push you back against the conference room table. Your hands instinctively go behind you, forcing your breasts further into my hands.

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You’re now on your tiptoes and awkwardly placed as I’ve pushed you into a position where I can touch anything that I want. With my right hand, I trail my fingers down your chest, over your belts and slide your dress up. The skin on your thighs trembles. I don’t care if it’s the awkward position or the desire. While I would like to savor the moment, I know we don’t have much time.

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My two fingers move up your warm legs to your naked pussy lips. You’re already wet and it takes no effort for me to slide them up and down over the lips. Coating my fingers in your juices I quickly slide both fingers in all the way to the knuckle. One of your hands flies up to your mouth to cover the moan. My left hand takes your right nipple between my fingers and pulls as I begin to quickly push my fingers in and out.

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Barely audible, under the sound of the story I’m telling, is the wet squish of your pussy being fingered. Glancing over my shoulder, you check to make sure that no one is coming and then your eyes turn to the windows. Those half frosted windows. My shoulders and head are clearly visible to anybody outside. It looks as though I’m speaking to someone who is seated on the table. However, that’s not the case.

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My left hand leaves your nipple and pulls my zipper down. I remove my hard dick from inside of my pants. At this point in the story, I ask you your opinion, “Well, what do you think? Should I go left or right to finish?” When I say left, I slowly stroke my cock. You can see that the head of it is already wet with pre cum. A single bead pools at the head. When I say right, I move my fingers from inside you up to your clit. Slowly, I stroke the pleasure nub causing you to vibrate in excitement.

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A deep breath helps you take a moment to control yourself even while I’m trying to get you to cum. Your composer doesn’t break and there is no hint of desire in your voice.

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“Well, I wouldn’t want to be like everybody else. So why don’t we, uh I mean, you go with the left?” As you say this, I remove my fingers from your clit. My right hand goes to your mouth. I place my two fingers inside so that you can suck on them. I then pull over a chair and seat myself. My belt comes off quickly and I’m soon partially naked in our conference room where we have a staff meeting every day.

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The trimmed hair, swollen balls, and hard dick below my button up shirt are on display for you and anyone else that would enter the room. You quickly take advantage. The heat from your knees and calves presses against my naked hips. You straddle the inside of the chair and hold yourself at the tip of my penis waiting for me to line it up. You’re so wet that you take the entire length of it in one go.

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Your lips compress into a thin line. You have to control yourself not to fuck me as hard as you want to. As loud as you want to. Control comes by closing your eyes and sucking on my fingers. Your breathing is heavy. The warm breath washes over me. I smell your sex and your other scents. I too almost moan out load.

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It’s a good thing that you’re short or you’d appear over the top of the chair for anyone to see. You’re able to hunch down enough that people can’t see you. This forces your full breasts into my face and chest. You let your hips do all the work rocking back and forth, trying to force me to come for a second time inside your body.

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I continue telling the silly story, even as I feel the wet pussy covering every part of my cock. I’m not fucking my wife. This is not the woman that I’ve promised myself to. Not the woman that I’m married to and that I go home to every day. I’m not fucking the woman I kissed on that alter. I’m not fucking the woman I sleep with . . . I’m fucking you.

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If I take my right hand from your mouth and place both my hands on your ass cheeks. Grabbing with both hands I pull you down hard. I assist you in your quest to drain me. The wet heat coating me and giving me what I don’t have at home.

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I stop the story. We’re both caught up in the moment. Even the little sounds of the chair creaking and our skin slapping against each other can be heard in the hallway. We don’t care. After just a few moments, the situation, your slippery pussy and the smell of you, cause my dick to swell. You can feel me growing larger and larger as I’m about to erupt. And then it happens.

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My hands come to your shoulders, and I use those smooth handles to pull you down, forcing my cock deep, deep inside. I push as far as I can get into you. I want to be surrounded by you.

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My dick swells and begins to spill my seed. Wet, hot, and sticky it spills into your wet pussy. It is not the cum that gave you your child. This strangers dick is pulsing and squirting semen meant for another woman into you.

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We stay in that short moment of ecstasy forever. The orgasm going through my body causing a glow and a feeling of satisfaction throughout you. But we know we can’t stay here. We’ve already taken enough risk. Lunch is almost up, as we can see from the clock. We know that at any moment people will be coming back to the main office and there’s already the smell of sex in here.

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You go to dismount and I take your left hand and whisper to you, “I want you to catch my seed.” I then take your left hand and remove your wedding ring. The band of metal goes into your palm. You smile your mischievous smile.

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As you gently dismount, the hand with your wedding band covers your freshly fucked pussy. My cum starts to leak out. You catch the slowly falling sperm in your hand. It covers your wedding ring. That circle of trust and commitment becomes covered and begins to marinate in the combined juices of your sex and my cum. With your other hand you slowly rub and squeeze your pussy lips trying to get as much out as you can.

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I watch while at the same time adjusting myself and trying to put your top back in place. After a few moments you think it’s all out or as best as it can be without you running to the bathroom. You then straighten up and close your fingers so that you can make your way to the restroom to clean up. I grab your wrist and shake my head no. I tell you to eat it.

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Again, you smile and your eyes sparkle in the light of the conference room. You open your hand and now your palm and fingertips are covered with sticky white jizz that came out of you. Your right hand lifts the ring just slightly above your palm and you lick at it as if it were a popsicle. Your tongue dances over the diamonds picking up our sticky mixture. Making sure I can see as you put your tongue through the center, and go all around. You then lick your palm clean and suck each one of your fingers never breaking eye contact. Those beautiful eyes staring at me.

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I’m getting hard again, just watching you. We smile a devilish smile at each other. And then we both turned to go separate ways. As we’re heading two separate directions you turn and you run into Sarah. She says, “Hello!”

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You’re almost caught! Another few moments and Sarah would have seen you as you licked my cum off your palm. Now you only hope she doesn’t smell the sex that is emanating from you. Hope she doesn’t notice the flush that’s on your face. You hope she doesn’t look too hard at the top of your dress, because she didn’t have time to check it. If you weren’t already wet, you’d instantly be soaked. You hope that I’m up for a round three in the parking lot later.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/jc2ufg/an_office_affair