Link to [part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k3hwha/fucking_my_wifes_coworkerf_in_quarantine/)
*Again, too many details, but go down to the asterisks to get to the good stuff.*
Sarah had gone to bed after we fooled around and I was left with a racing heart and general confusion. It didn’t seem like she planned on telling my wife anything and if I played my cards right I’d probably get to fuck her again. I slipped into an uneasy sleep and was woken up a few hours later by Beth. She was standing over me wearing a tight, white tank top over a high-neck, black sports bra and yoga pants.
“C’mon sleepyhead,” she said “you’re still good to work out with me, right?”
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and nodded while yawning. “Um… I don’t want to be awkward,” she said “But, you may want to take care of that.” my eyes followed her finger pointing down to my waist, where I was sporting some morning wood, apparently visible through my gray sweatpants. “Oh, wow,” my face went hot as I pulled a blanket over myself, “Sorry about that.”
Beth was cracking up laughing, “What would your wife say?”
“Oh, you know, she’s used to it.” I replied, feigning nonchalance. Beth was still laughing, but as her eyes lingered on the blanket, she seemed to turn a little red herself.
“So you and Sarah were up pretty late last night, huh?” she asked. “What in the world were you guys watching? It sounded like porn.”
I was a little nervous, but I had a half-lie ready. “Sorry, hope we didn’t wake you. They had Basic Instinct on Netflix and neither of us had seen it before. It was a lot… racier than I thought it’d be.” Sarah and I had actually “watched” that movie the night before, but I was sure that wasn’t what she overheard.
“Ooh, watching a sexy movie with your new roommate! And what would your wife say about that, mister?”
This was something of a cringey catchphrase for her. I don’t know if it was a nervous tick or if she wanted me to feel guilty about being away from my wife for 2 weeks, but she was saying it constantly. If I bumped into her in the kitchen, “ooh, what would your wife say?” Or someone makes some bad innuendo, I say “that’s what she said,” and then Beth says “what would your wife say about that joke?” At best it was a weird joke, but she was nice enough to put me up, so I took it in stride.
Beth was taller than Sarah, and had a curvier figure. Her tits were much bigger too, but she always kept them hidden. At work functions she always wore big, shapeless sweaters that hid her amazing rack. I had only gotten a better look at them since we’d been living together. For some reason Beth worked hard to keep those warlocks under wraps, but just then I was able to get a better look. Whenever she bent down, I would glance down her tank top at just the sports bra and even though the high-neck prevented me from seeing any cleavage, I could tell those puppies were squeezed in there tight.
Her shoulder-length, black hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her cute, pale, round face and big, brown eyes that were usually partially hidden by bangs. She had these dark, distinct eyebrows that made her face very expressive. You could always tell what Beth was thinking. She was cute, if not hot. Where Sarah’s face was sharp, Beth’s was soft. Her lips were somewhat thin, always overshadowed by the kind, persistant smile on her face. She was sweet, helpful; a real girl-next-door type.
I hadn’t seen her butt in yoga pants before, so I had really been missing out. Those long, shapeless sweaters weren’t just hiding her big tits, but also a phenomenal ass. She was extremely thick in the best way; a small waist that just ballooned into this thick, juicy ass that you just want to take a bite out of. After my night with Sarah I didn’t think I’d be so easily aroused, but when Beth started doing leg lifts on a yoga ball all bets were off and I had to hide yet another hard-on.
We worked out in silence for the most part. I was running on fumes from no sleep, so I just kind of zoned out and stuck to my routine. Towards the end of our workout, we held down each others’ feet while we did sit ups. It was great motivation for me, every time I sat up, I got to see her bent over on her hands and knees. Her big, hidden tits pushed together, cheering me on; beckoning me to try and see beyond the tight sports bra. I felt my eyes gloss over as I imagined her tits breaking free from the restrictive bra. In my head I was grabbing them hungrily, twisting her nipples while she moaned with delight. I snapped out of the fantasy when I heard Beth clear her throat. I looked up from her tits to her face, her lips were pursed and her eyebrows were raised in judgment. “All set?” she asked, sounding a little put-off. “Yeah,” I responded sheepishly, heat rushing to my face again. She seemed to notice my embarrassment and her judgment turned to a knowing smile.
We switched, me on my hands and knees facing her as she threw herself up and back down. After only 15 reps or so, I could tell she was getting tired. She was haphazardly throwing herself forwards now so that when she sat up, her face was past her knees. I adjusted my position, so I was leaning over her knees too. When she came up next, our faces were about an inch away. The next time she came up, she inched a little closer and smiled. Her brows were raised in surprise or titilation and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
She sat up again, our lips less than a centimeter away now. Once more she sat up, but this time she lingered. Our eyes locked, our lips almost touching. I didn’t move, hoping that if something was about to happen, she’d be the one to make the first move. Time seemed to stand still until she spoke, I knew what she was going to say before she said it, “what would your wife say?” we were so close that as her lips moved around the words, I could almost feel them touching mine. I put my hands on her knees and she seemed to snap out of a trance, just as I had earlier. “Okay, I think I’m good,” she said, “you do everything you wanted?” she asked as she stood up. “Almost,” I said, “we should stretch, did you want some help?”
“No, that’s okay, I think I’m going to shower and get ready for the day.” she told me, still wearing that knowing smile. “You might want to take a nap so you’re not this spacey all day.”
Fast forward to that evening, I had snuck a nap in and, feeling less exhausted, the three of us ate dinner and were talking about what to do that night. Beth suggested a power hour, which I hadn’t done since college. Sarah absolutely refused to drink beer, so she said she was in if she could drink wine.
“Sarah, are you sure? It’s, like, twice as strong as beer and you’re not exactly a heavy-weight.” Beth asked her. I remembered the last few Christmas parties I’d gone to at my wife’s company; Sarah was notorious for getting very drunk, very early.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she responded with an eye-roll, “Fewer carbs too, if I drink beer, I’ll just get sick.”
So we turned on some YouTube power hour and got to work. Beth and I drinking shots of Corona, and Sarah doing shots of red wine. About 15 minutes in, Beth and I were paying more attention to Sarah than YouTube. She was infinitely more entertaining. Every other song that would come on, she would sing loudly, shrill-ly, and out of key. And then she would space out and start rambling about how it’s soooo hard working out every day and soooo hard eating natural. She was going on about how she keeps trying to be vegan, but then she remembers cheese and gives up. It was made that much funnier by her shouting loudly over the music that was, at most, a dull background volume. 15 minutes later, Sarah had finished the bottle of wine and Beth and I were only 3 beers in.
Sarah was actively swaying at this point and switching between mumbling and shouting the lyrics to songs that were definitely not on the power hour playlist. Honestly, she was a lot less sexy when she was sloppy drunk. She kept looking me up and down and biting her lip. But the subtlety was gone and made worse by her eyes rolling back in her head.
Beth on the other hand, was looking really good. She was wearing charcoal short shorts that showed off that amazing ass and another white tank top. Try as I might to get a good look at her tits, the black hoody, zipped just past her cleavage, made it nearly impossible. It felt like an intentional tease.
Beth left to use the bathroom, I watched her walk away and either it was my imagination or she was shaking her ass just a bit with every step. I hadn’t noticed Sarah get up, so it took me by surprise when she sat on my lap. “Hi!” she said and wrapped her arms around my neck. Very suddenly she stuck her tongue down my throat and politely as I could, I shoved her away. Sarah’s pretty tiny, so I was able to pick her up and delicately set her down standing.
“Sorry, you’re pretty drunk, I just don’t feel right about it.” I told her.
“Aw… C’monnn, I’m fiiiine” she slurred. She got on her knees, pushed her tits together, and started rubbing my thighs. My brain was not into it at all, but I admit she was making me a little hard. The bathroom door opened and Beth walked back with an eyebrow raised. Sarah was still on her knees in front of me and I was urging her back to her seat, but she seemed frozen. Sarah’s eyes were wide now and she looked panicked.
“Are… Are you okay?” I asked tentatively. Her mouth was tight-lipped as she nodded slowly. Beth tiptoed over, starting to giggle a bit “ooh, what would your-” and then things took a turn. Sarah stood up and ran towards the bathroom, tripping over Beth in the process.
“Bath… room…” were the only words that escaped her mouth as she was sprawled on the floor. Beth and I jumped into action. As quick as we could, we helped her up and got her to the bathroom. It was a total shit show, and just so I don’t have to describe it, let’s say she was very, very sick. Beth and I spent the next 2 hours rubbing her back, getting her to drink water, and cleaning up.
We carried Sarah to her bed, put a bucket next to her, and slammed her door shut like there was a zombie on the other side. We sat together slumped up against the door; it felt like we had just run a marathon together. Exhausted, Beth and I looked at each other and smiled. “Well we did it,” she said, “Good job, team!”
“We certainly did,” I told her, “god, she really is a lightweight, isn’t she?” I pointed out a stain on Beth’s hoody. “Looks like you didn’t make it out unscathed.” I told her. She looked down and shook her head, “Damn, this is my favorite hoody.” She took it off and threw it to the side. “You’ve got some too,” she said, pointing at my shirt. In a one quick motion, I comically took off my shirt and thew it on top of her hoody. She laughed.
We sat there for a moment, listening to Sarah’s snores from the other side of the door. I looked over at Beth and subtlety tried to check out her chest which was only covered now by a black lace bra and a white tank top. She laughed again. I looked back up and she was staring back at me with her eyebrow cocked. “See something you like?” she giggled as she got to her knees. I thought she was going to stand up and walk away, but she leaned over me, her hands on the ground and squeezed her breasts together, taunting me. I didn’t even feign to look away; I just continued staring. I watched her bra through the tank top cradling those hefty, milky-white tits. She looked down at her own long cleavage line before looking back up at me and started to say “but what would your wi–”
********The Good Stuff*********
Before she could finish her awful catchphrase, I bent my neck and kissed her as she raised her head back up. Her eyes widened, her eyebrows raised with shock before settling down and glossing over; like mine had during sit-ups. My hand swept past her cheek to her hair and pulled her closer as our lips embraced. Beth, still on her knees, crept closer as our lips twisted and turned around one another. She was stradling me now, as she grabbed either side of my face and attacked me with her tongue. It was just like Sarah had done 2 hours earlier, but with more tact, more precision. Our tongues danced together in my mouth before she pulled back and bit my lower lip, hard.
Her hands moved down my neck, past my shoulder and felt my bicep, I tensed reflexively and she grabbed the hard muscle. I felt her lips briefly become a smile. I dragged my short fingernails lightly down her back, like Sarah had done to me the night before; trying to give Beth the same chill. She let out a soft moan, “Mmm…” My hands crept under her tank top to her bra strap, my fingers deftly felt out the two clasps and undid them in an instant. Beth gasped as her breasts fell forward from lack of support.
She pulled back suddenly, brow furrowed, her eyes worried. She held her unhooked bra to her chest through her tank top. “But.. But what about-” I cut her off, “I don’t care, I *want* you.” She made to repeat herself, but before she could, I held her face again in my hands and kissed her deeply. Her arms fell limply to her sides as she gave in to temptation.
In one quick motion, I grabbed the bottom of her tank top, pulled it over her head and threw it in the growing pile of clothes. The bra went with it and I was able to see the full glory of her tits for the first time. Finally free, her large, pale breasts hung down almost to her navel. Beth lifted them up and down with both hands as if weighing them. She was easily a D-cup, if not bigger. Her large areolas surrounded blunt nipples that were only half at attention.
I stared for a moment that felt like an eternity before diving in head first. I grabbed her right breast tightly in my hand and guided it to my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the full surface of her areola and sucked until her nipple was hard. I reciprocated with the other breast, finishing with a soft bite that made Beth yelp, moan, and then giggle.
Beth, still straddling me, looked down as I sucked on her amazing tits. She had that knowing smile again as she said “your wife’s tits aren’t this big, are they?” I ignored her, cupping her right breast and squeezing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. She grabbed my face by my chin and picked my head up to meet her eyes. Her gaze was intense. A palpable heat was coming off them as she stared back at me.
She pulled my head to her chest and pressed her tits against my face. With her fingers wrapped around her nipples, she squeezed her breasts together over my face as I kissed her chest. I moved up, kissing her neck while gripping her tit hard in my hand. I sucked hard on her neck, trying to leave a mark. She giggled excitedly. I bit her neck with just the tip of my teeth and she let out a lusty moan, “ohhh, yessss…”
She leaned back and started to undo my belt, her upper arms squeezing her tits together as she struggled with the leather strap. My hard dick was nearly bursting through my jeans as she undid the button and slowly unzipped me. She pulled off my pants and boxers and threw them into the pile, revealing my very erect cock. She stared at it hungrily, her eyes glossed over again as she licked her lips. She inched back, still on her knees as my back lie against the wall to Sarah’s room. She gathered up her long black hair as if she was going to put in a hair tie, but then handed it to me. I grabbed the rope of her hair and she opened her mouth wide and went down on my dick.
I had never felt a girl use her tongue so masterfully. She wrapped her tongue around the head of my cock and swirled it around in her mouth. She licked every side of my dick, up and down, before deep-throating me far to the back of her throat. All the while that tongue seemed to vibrate around every part of my dick. Beth put her left hand under my balls and lightly squeezed them. With her right hand she started working my shaft while her tongue continued to swirl around the head of my dick. I had never experienced such heaven as Beth’s blowjob.
I leaned back and closed my eyes in utter bliss as I pulled Beth’s hair up and down with her strokes. Every now and again pressing down hard enough to make her gag. She didn’t seem to mind. Never having come from just a blowjob, I was surprised to be so close to climax. I pushed Beth’s head down hard on my dick again and she seemed to feel the reflexive twitch that meant I was close.
Her mouth came off my dick. She was still playing with my balls and working my shaft when she asked “Are you going to come for me?”
“Oh, yes, baby, I’m so close…” I told her through gritted teeth and ecstasy. She started pumping faster and squeezing harder. “You’re gonna come, and I’m going to take it all. Is that what you want?” she asked.
“Ahh, yes, please, I’m gonna come so hard for you.” I looked her in the eyes plaintively and whispered “… please…” with that, she put her head back down and started swirling her tongue in that magic way. Less than a minute later I was pushing her head down on my cock, shooting cum into the back of her throat. With one final thrust from my hips, I let go of her hair and she bounced up with a sharp gasp. She was panting hard, through the cum in her mouth, then she swallowed and licked her lips. She gave me a devilish grin, got up and said “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
*Sorry, I hate when people do this, but I legit ran out of characters*
Link to [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k5lab9/fucking_my_wifes_coworkerf_in_quarantine_part_3/)
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