“Tom and I.” Pt 2. [FM] Extra-Marital Sex.

*Preface: Thanks so much to anyone who liked Part 1! I was going to leave the writing for tonight but I had so much fun :-). This one is a little longer than the first but I hope it is enjoyable to read!*

Part 1 available here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nt98jt/tom_and_i_f_caught_risky_masturbation/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

(*Vague backstory: The character is married to a man named Graham who she is in an unhappy relationship with. She has been having sexual fantasies about Graham’s coworker Tom, who in the last part caught her masturbating in a car and fantasising about him.*)

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*TOM AND I*

“Tom?”

I could tell by his face he was holding back a big laugh. He had this knowing little smirk playing across his lips, as though he’d been privy to the exact knowledge of what I’d been masturbating about. I saw his hand grip the door as though he was going to open it, while I sheepishly pulled my skirt back up.

“Having a pleasant evening?” He said loudly through the glass, with that big zany grin crossing his face again like the first evening I met him. I tried not to shudder with the embarrassment.

“I… I’m not really sure what to say…” I said, so shakily and quietly it could have been a whisper. Fuck, was he going to tell my husband?

The car was still locked so neither of us could open the door. We stared at each other for a few moments, a mix of mutual social discomfort and arousal. He made a gesture like he was going to say something, and then he dashed off into the office building.

I waited a few moments, my heart beating out of my chest at what had just happened. The car still smelled like sex and sweat. I sat still for a few moments, letting all the paranoid anxieties about this event run through my mind – he could ruin me if he told anyone about this. Graham would never forgive me – I knowingly put his career at risk. Fuck. My mouth was getting dry.

I was almost at crying point when I saw Tom running back to the car, with Graham’s car keys in hand. He hurriedly unlocked the door while laughing slightly.

“Unfortunately, Graham’s been a little tied up with work and he’s forgotten that you were here,” he said nervously.

“Ah. Like a dog.”

Tom let out a wry chuckle. It didn’t seem like he was going to mention what he had just witnessed. He held a hand out and helped me out of the car, giving me space to stretch my legs. I prayed there weren’t any unseemly wet patches on my tights.

“He’s said he’s prepping a conference and won’t be done for another few hours. However, I’m heading home now if you’d like a lift back?”

“Uh…yes. Sure. Thank you. What are you doing here?” The words rolled off my tongue sounding accusatory.

“I was at work! I stayed a little late to catch up on some stuff, and only noticed you when I came out of the building.”

He smiled and turned around, walking briskly towards the office reception to leave Graham his keys. On the way to the car, he refused to make eye contact with me.

We drove back for a little while, him playing some quiet indie music through the car system. I noticed a little photo of his wife stuck to the rearview mirror, one of them holding mai-tais somewhere tropical-looking and I wondered if they were happy. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I just angled my face towards the window so he couldn’t see how embarrassed I was.

As soon as we got to the house, he parked the car and left the engine running.

“Can I offer you a drink or anything? For your troubles?” I asked him. He smiled a little and stared at his feet.

“No, no. Thank you though. I wouldn’t want your husband getting the wrong idea,” he said with a cheeky grin, and we both let out a suppressed laugh.

“Well, thank you for the lift. And I hope your day wasn’t too boring.” He smiled again.

I unbuckled the seatbelt and opened the car door, considering telling him my feelings for him. He seemed like the type of guy you could tell anything to. But I didn’t want to make things awkward, so I shut my mouth and waved him off down the driveway.

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It was a few weeks before I saw Tom again – ironically, at another office party. Graham was off socialising with the big league executives, and I was left standing awkwardly by the table of entrées. Tom arrived late, so I saw him hurriedly exit the elevator while trying to subtly brush the snow out of his hair. A little piece of my heart fluttered when he entered the room – we seemed to have this palpable magnetic attraction to one another.

Unfortunately for me, his wife followed suit in exiting the elevator and I felt a pang of jealousy. She was a red-head, maybe a little older than Tom, and I noticed her thin and muscular arms through her dress. She looked different than how she looked in the photo in Tom’s car. I turned around quickly and poured myself another glass of wine from the carafe and pretended not to notice his arrival.

It took him a little while to make his way across the room to say hello, as he kept stopping to chat to his friends and colleagues. He seemed to be the life of the party, though I couldn’t tell how much of it was genuine. I was making small talk with one of Graham’s colleague’s wives when I felt that familiar arm grab.

“Well hello, you. You look lovely.”

He eyed me up in a way that he wouldn’t have dared if Graham had been around. I could see him picturing me naked in his mind, pulling off my dress and seeing what lay underneath. Maybe he was thinking back to me in the car.

“Thank you! I noticed your wife came this evening. How is she?” I let out a tentative smile and shifted my weight from side to side.

“She’s well,” he said with a single cocked eyebrow. “Though she’s much more natural than I am when it comes to these kinds of events.”

I smiled at him and let myself take a moment to revel in how handsome he was. The tiny pieces of melting snow in his hair and the suit were an unfair obstacle in keeping my marital fidelity. Maybe that’s why he chose a corporate career; he knew how good he looked in formal-wear.

“Oh really? You don’t seem to be doing too badly,” I said with a coy smile. He began to blush a little bit and took a half step back.

“I think I need to mingle a little more, I wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea,” he said, with a wink. I felt a pang of embarrassment – had I said the wrong thing? He kept mentioning this ‘wrong idea’ though, and it made me wonder if he wanted me as desperately as I wanted him.

I nodded, and went back to eating an especially unappetising vol-au-vent. He disappeared into the crowd and across the room I saw Graham and Tom’s wife making polite conversation within a group of middle-aged men. I wondered if she was someone Graham would want to fuck – or if the concept of wanting to fuck had gotten lost after his first promotion.
I downed another glass of wine.

There were some speeches and well wishes throughout the night, one even delivered by Graham himself, but my prerogative was getting as drunk as possible without causing a scene. No matter how much I tried to focus, my attention kept being drawn to Tom’s wife keeping her hand on his back and laughing at his jokes. Some part of me wanted to kill her, to assert some kind of primal dominance. I wanted to be the only woman who Tom wanted to fuck. I made my way through a few bottles of wine, covertly sitting near the back of the room by the drinks table. By the time Tom came back around to talk to me, I was hammered.

“Hey,” he said, with a grin. “Good vino?”

“Not particularly.”

“Oh well, at least it’s done the trick.” He said with his usual big grin, before nudging me gently on the shoulder.

I let out a belly laugh and nearly lost my balance, grabbing onto the nearest chair to stay upright. He quickly placed his hand around my waist to steady me, holding my arm softly in his hand. I leant into his chest and pressed my head into his neck.

He gave me a half-cuddle, looking around the room sheepishly as though he were expecting to be caught out at any second. Fortunately the lights were dimmed for a speech, and we were nestled in a small secluded area. I took this as an opportunity.

I slid my hand from around his waist downwards, slowly across his hip until I reached the top of his trousers. He breathed in quickly as my hand reached down to his touch his penis. I could feel him begin to stiffen and he rolled his head back and shut his eyes. He let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes again for a moment. I stared up at him and he quickly removed my hand from his trousers.

He grabbed me firmly by the arm, and pushed me through the dregs of people near the door and into the hallway.

“You can’t do this to me, you can’t fucking do this to me.” He pushed me into the back wall roughly and groaned deeply into my neck. His left arm was pressing into the wall next to my head.

“Seeing you in the car… I’m going out of my mind.” I could see his breathing begin to quicken.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t have you.”

I felt the gentle throbbing in my clit as he spoke, and it seemed for a moment as though my fantasies were going to come true. God, I was desperate for him. I’d have done anything in the world for him to take me home and fuck me, I’d have made any sacrifice. Being this close to him was a religious experience.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and saw him staring at my lips. Without any hesitation, he held me against the wall and kissed me deeply, passionately. His tongue ran circles over mine and I was weak at the knees thinking of what he could do to my clitoris. He grabbed my waist, ruffling the fabric of my dress and pulled me into him without any restraint. I wanted him inside me so badly.

We kissed for a few more moments until he pulled back.

“Wait here,” he said, wiping the lipstick off his face with his jacket sleeve. He pulled his arms away from me and quickly walked back into the main room, where the rest of the employees were chatting casually. I steadied myself and pulled down my dress, which had ridden up in the heat. I quickly looked around the hallway to make sure Graham wasn’t anywhere nearby.

He returned after a few moments, with a coat in his hand. He put one finger over his lips to tell me to be quiet, and grabbed my arm again – steadying me before I toppled over from the alcohol and raw attraction. We went quickly down a flight of stairs via some hidden back entrance for deliveries and his hand gripped mine as we rushed out into the night.

As soon as we were outside he began frantically kissing me and I melted into him, playing with his hair and grabbing his neck. I was so wet I could barely stand, my legs beginning to shake just from his presence. He pulled me towards his car and pressed me against it, taking the opportunity to grab my thighs like an animal while I rubbed his growing erection.

He opened the car door, and I pulled him onto the backseat with me – an almost exact replica of when he caught me masturbating. We kissed for a while, grabbing and feeling each other, his hands under my dress on my hips.

“Wait, wait…” He pulled himself off and held onto the seats for balance. I didn’t want to let him go, I never wanted to let him go.

“I want to take you home, I want to do this properly,” he said with a chivalric selflessness that was straight out of a movie. I was beginning to sober up from the cold air and the growing wetness between my legs.

“Okay,” I said, breathlessly. He bundled me up and I sat in the passenger seat of the car, quickly removing my painful high heels before placing my feet up on the dashboard. He quickly started up the car and drove out of the crowded parking lot, into the quiet night streets.

We stayed quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say to one another. I made eye contact with him quickly and we both bared a naughty grin. He placed a gentle hand on my thigh where my dress had ridden up, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and I slowly moved my hips to be closed to his hand. He understood exactly what I wanted.

He pulled the hem of my dress up, stroking his hand along my inner thigh and towards my underwear. I began to moan softly. He suddenly pushed his hand into my underwear and I could feel my wetness pushing against his fingers, my body responding to his every touch. He found my clitoris quickly, and began to play with it and tease it leaving my hips grinding against his hand. He felt so fucking good – if this is what he could do with a singular hand, I didn’t know if I could survive a night with his entire body. Before I was able to cum, he inserted a finger inside me and began to push it in and out of me. I moaned loudly, and he responded by entering another one. By the time we got to our destination, he had three fingers inside me and a puddle on his car seat.

He parked the car and began kissing my neck, speeding up the rhythm of fucking me with his fingers. I moaned loudly into his mouth as I kissed him deeply, the warmth of his tongue in my mouth leaving me desperate for the warmth of his tongue on my clitoris. He let out a cheeky grin and pulled his fingers out of me.

“If I’m going to make you cum I’m going to do it properly,” he said, unbuckling my seatbelt. I awoke from my haze of arousal and looked outside the car window.

“Where are we? Is this your place?”

“It’s my brother’s. He’s out of town for a few weeks and I’m looking after his plants for him.”

Tom quickly got out of the car and came round to open my door. I grabbed his arm and he locked the car as we walked up the stairs to the apartment building. It was a few flights of stairs and my legs were still feeling shaky from his touch, so I held onto Tom tightly and he opened all the doors. As soon as we got to the correct number, he pulled out a key and opened the door to his brother’s apartment.

It was a nice flat, decently sized and not horribly decorated. But the only thing I could think about was ripping off Tom’s clothes with my teeth. He lead me quickly to the bedroom, and pushed me down on the bed.

“Stay,” he said jokingly, before leaving the room for a second. He came back with a glass of water in his hand.

“I want you to drink this. I want to make sure you’re okay.” He handed me the glass of water and to my amusement, I noticed he still had a large protrusion coming from his trousers. I drank the whole glass and looked up at him expectantly.

He smiled at me and stood above me, playing with my hair.

“I know how badly you want this,” he said confidently, with a commandeering chuckle. I nodded my head and licked my lips in response.

“So tell me how much you want it.” He let a small smile play around his lips as he held my head in his hands.

“I want it,” I said, earnestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

“Would you beg for it?”

“Are you asking me to?”

He let out a big laugh and tossed his head back. I smiled up at him.

“Can I show you how much I want it?” I said breathlessly. I began unzipping his trousers slowly, taking my time to tease him. I already felt his hips lean into me as I pulled his trousers down over his thighs. His penis sprung out at me in all its glory, and I tugged his boxers down to expose it.

He was beautiful. Something close to perfection, and I had never wanted to please someone as much as I did during that moment. I gently rolled my tongue across the tip of his penis, making him quiver with the tingling sensation. I began to gently suck the head, feeling it pulsate inside my mouth. I could tell he wouldn’t last long at this part, so I quickly grabbed his penis in my hand and began to suck deeply and firmly; the saliva in my mouth intensely lubricating him. He began to moan loudly and his knees started to buckle as he stood above me, and I felt his cock flex inside my throat. Nothing had ever tasted as good as this.

I had him in my mouth until his final moment, where his head shot back and he lead out a mighty moaning roar. I felt the semen hit the back of my throat as he thrusted deeply into me, his eyes shut in ecstasy. I lovingly swallowed his cum as he opened his eyes, and we made eye contact in our moment of intimacy.

As soon as he was finished, he pushed me onto the bed and ripped off my underwear. He was desperate to taste me, and he skipped the romancing stage- he knew how wet I was already. His tongue found my clit and began to move in small circles as it grew even more engorged. He quickly pushed two of his fingers inside of me as I moaned loudly and grabbed the sheets, writhing from the sweet agony of this man’s incredible talents. He increased the pace on my clit and by this point I was screaming, moaning his name, flailing around the bed. I pushed his head down roughly onto my clit and let out one final moan before drenching his face with my powerful orgasm. I climaxed with a passion I had never felt before, almost to the extent of an exorcism. He kept his fingers inside me for moments after I had cum, and I settled my hips back down onto the bed.

“Fuck,” he said, his face glistening with my juices. He let out a big grin and we laughed together as he took his fingers out of me. He lay on top of me and we began kissing lovingly, and playing with each others hair. I could taste myself on his lips.

It was only at the sound of the key clicking in the door five minutes later that we pulled ourselves apart.

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3 comments on ““Tom and I.” Pt 2. [FM] Extra-Marital Sex.

  1. THE CLIFFHANGERS 😫

    But seriously, really well done. Do you write serialized fiction normally? You’ve hit the nail on the head here!

    I absolutely love the way he checks in with “how bad do you want it”. That’s my favorite kind of consent confirmation and it’s always so hot.

    I also appreciate the traded oral for a first encounter, it’s more believable to me than jumping right to PIV, especially since both of them climax.

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