[MF] How I ended up regularly eating out my work wife – Part 3

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kk8zng/mf_how_i_ended_up_regularly_eating_out_my_work/)

[Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kkrzfj/mf_how_i_ended_up_regularly_eating_out_my_work/)

Nothing else happened that night. I wanted to, but decided not to. She looked genuinely tired, I was too; not only because what happened that night, but also the three meetings we had to endure that day. She ended up fallen asleep on the couch while I reviewed some power point slides.

We met again a couple of days later. Not for a meeting, thank God; we needed to iron out some draft. We shared a desk and I asked her to sit next to me. She gave a knowing smile; whenever I asked her to sit next to me in places where we can get a decent amount of privacy, we always ended up heavily flirting. Now, some of you may wonder how the hell do we get a lot of privacy at the office. Long story short, my job doesn’t require us to stay at the office 9-5. Even before the pandemic, only about half the dept members are usually in the office at the same time. During the pandemic, only the dept head and the vice head come in every day. That day, there was only us two and my head of dept but her office is on the other end of the floor from mine and she doesn’t like coming to my office because of ghosts (no, really, there are stories, not that I’ve experience it myself but some of my coworkers are genuinely afraid to come to the two offices (mine is one) at the far end of the floor).

The moment she sat down, my left hand was firmly on her right thigh as I moved my chair really close to hers.

“Your skirt is a bit shorter today”, I said as I slide my hand a bit inward and upward.

“Only cause you pushed it”, she said with a giggle and a firm affectionate squeeze on my hand.

The first thing I noticed was the smell of her perfume, floral with a hint of vanilla.

“New perfume?”, I asked.

“Yes, is it nice?”

“I don’t know, come closer”

She moved forward and sat at the edge of her chair; I did the same. We were so close her left thigh is well between my thighs. I leaned closer to her ear, moved some hair behind her ear, and leaned in even closer. I deliberately touch her ear with my nose and lip as I drew a long breath.

“This is my ex’s weakness”, I said playfully as I touched the neck bellow her ear with the back of my index finger. “Kissed her and she’d spread her leg. I wonder if that’s the case with you too”

She giggled, “I prefer a bit lower”

I moved my hand to the base of her neck. “Here?”

“Yes”, she said half gasping.

“With like a kiss, or you prefer something more?”

“My husband had only kissed it, but it feels really great”

I couldn’t control myself anymore. I gave her neck a peck while my hand moved further down, practically rubbing against her panties.

“Ross”, she said with a heavy breath while giving my forearm a firm squeeze.

I kiss her neck more, alternating between a peck, a gentle bit, and a subtle tongue. She could barely contain her moaning. My lips move inward and upward, kissing every centimetre of her neck on its way to the side of her lips. She was leaning back, eyes closed, mouth open, moaning. When my lips got close to hers, she moved her lips towards mine. I kissed her. In a way, it was underwhelming. She wasn’t a good kisser. In other ways, it was amazing. I’ve been yearning for her lips longer than I care to admit. After hundreds of times I’ve kissed my GF while imagining it was Lou; countless times I’ve come in my GF’s mouth imagining it was her swallowing every drop, to finally kissing her lips are blissful in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

I tried to use tongue too. She was receptive, but she didn’t really know what to do. She was really passionate tho, which I loved. In the end, when my hand got a bit more aggressive down there, she was too preoccupied with all the moaning and gasping that she simply stopped kissing me. But it was all for the better. I enjoyed watching her red face moaning and gasping while biting her lip in an attempt to stifle her moaning.

I started caressing her boobs from outside the blouse. It was tender, much tender than when I “accidentally” touched it. She put her hand on mine and press it towards her boobs. I knew what she meant. I unbuttoned her blouse hastily. I started playing with her boobs gently from outside her bra. Pregnancy boobs can be really sensitive so I tried to be gentle. I kissed her once more then moved my lips down to her neck, lower to the base, then her boobs. I kissed it, licked it, and bit them a little. She loved it.

My position was a bit awkward with her sitting and I’m standing. I pulled my chair closer and positioned myself beside her. I stroked her hair and cheek. She was still leaning back on her chair, skirt pulled revealing her wet panties and blouse unbuttoned all the way. I wanted to fuck her.

I weighed my options whether I should continue or wait until we’re completely alone. I thought fucked it. I fucked my GF there when we’re not completely alone (a bucket list thing) and none noticed. I took her blouse off; she was surprised at first but cooperated all the same. Then I unhooked her bra with one hand, which impressed her. She was a bit hesitant when I took her skirt and panties off, but I assured her that the door is locked.

I started playing with her boobs. It started with kisses on the outside perimeter, then moving closer to her nip with alternating between kissing, licking, and gentle biting. Stopped at her areola, played there for some time, then moved away. A couple of these “near-misses” drove her crazy. She pushed my head towards her chest asking me to touch her nipple. I didn’t comply but moved to the other boob and did the same. Only when she seemed desperate enough that I played with her nips. Started with a kiss, then a lick, then I sucked it. She responded more with licking so I did that, from various angles. I worked on one boob with my mouth and tongue while my hand played with her other nipple and my other hand worked down there, trying to stimulate her clit. I sometimes stopped my licking and sucking to kiss her and her neck while my hand on her boobs and crotch didn’t stop. These simultaneous stimulations of her boobs, lips, and fanny made her ecstatic. I remember how she kept muttering my name in heavy breath while her hands wildly grabbing my hair and soldier as if not knowing what to do with them.

I stopped and started kneeling in front of her. She immediately opened her legs in anticipation. I started kissing her inner thigh as I worked my way toward her fanny. I gave her thigh a couple of gentle bites. She giggled; not the response I expected but at least she was comfortable with it. I opened it sideways with my hands and licked the opening, trying to push my tongue as deep as I could. She was wet. I couldn’t help but imagined how nice it would feel around my cock. I worked my tongue up and lick where her clit was supposed to be but her belly and sitting position made it really hard. Not to mention that my head kept bumping into her belly.

I tidied up my desk, put my coat on top of it, and asked her to lie down on it. I wanted to just trash everything off the table like they do in movies but no, those are important works and I knew better. I put a pillow under her head and made sure she was comfortable. Now, she lied down rather comfortably on the table with her bent at the knee on the edge of the table.

I went down on her, aggresively licking her labia. I worked my way upward. I pulled up the skin just above her fanny to help me find the clit. With her position and the fact that it was already swollen, it wasn’t her. But then again, hers was quite visible when erect, compared to other women I’ve been with. Prolly had to do with the fact that she was pregnant, but I’ll have to confirm in several months.

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