My wife’s co-worker and I had an instant connection [MF] [groping] [anal] [cheating]

“You’re Will?” Her dark hair was cut straight, arranged with a careful precision. She was standing at my front door already looking bored, her gaze wandering up and down my body. “Nancy’s husband?”

I remembered to smile. “Err, yeah, and you must be–”

“Erica Cheung,” she spoke the syllables like thrusts of a knife. Unprompted, she stepped inside and scanned the foyer, her frown spreading.

I was proud of my house, my wife and I had worked hard to save up and were finally living somewhere nice. It was why Nancy had wanted to host this dinner for her team at work, with everyone who’d already arrived making the socially required displays of admiration at their boss’s new digs. But Erica’s critical regard swept over our crown molding with hidden lighting and imported furniture and mixed earth textures, betraying no sign of being impressed.

Finally her eyes landed back on mine, and she said, “Where do I put my coat?”

“Oh yes,” I said, happy to break from the awkwardness, “Right this way.”

Her high heels clacked on the polished hardwood as I directed her to the large foyer closet.

“Here,” she said, handing me her long jacket to hang up. She was… well, she was an attractive woman. Cute face and a slender build, with a tight white blouse and black skirt that only came down mid-thigh. But what caught my attention was her ass. I had glimpsed her in profile, and had to stop myself from staring. Her rear was full, round, and entirely unexpected on a woman with a figure that trim. Seeing her skirt stretched taut, fighting to contain what must’ve been a magnificent butt sent a chord of lust reverberating through my body, and my breath caught.

“What?” she said.

“Uhh, nice jacket,” I mumbled, turning away to scrape together some composure.

I placed her coat on a hanger and swiveled back around. She was sitting on the bench, sliding her shoes off her feet and onto the rack. And now it was her legs — I couldn’t help but bask in their sex appeal. They were long, wrapped in dark translucent stockings that went all the way up into the shadows of her skirt.

I glanced up, and again we made eye contact. She had been watching me check her out, but she wasn’t angry, it was almost like she expected it. I managed to hold her gaze.

“Nancy told me about you,” she said.

My eyes went wide as her hand slid up under her skirt. She wiggled her hips and lifted her lap, working her panties free, sliding them down, over her feet. They were black, a thong. She packed them into a ball and my eyes bulged even wider as she reached forward and pushed them into my pants pocket.

“But she didn’t say what kind of man you are,” she continued, “Not really.”

She rose up, her fingertip running over my sweater, tracing the contours of my chest.

I could hear myself breathe.

“Come,” she said, abruptly turning to leave, “Show me to the party.”

## ##

Ever the proper host, Nancy was at the head of the dinner table, and had me sitting opposite, at the foot. Someone’s plus-one called Bob was sat next to me, and Bob, well, he was a nice guy, but he was the kind of guy who would single-handedly hold an entire conversation.

His date was forgotten, she was busy with what was likely a far more interesting conversation with others. So Bob was free to besiege me with endless prattle about tractors or riding lawnmowers or something. I had lost track of the subject, but I was politely saying “hrm” and “oh, wow” and “ok” at the appropriate moments. For Bob, this was sufficient encouragement.

But even if he’d stuck to a topic about which I cared deeply, I’d have been equally unfocused, since opposite Bob was sitting Erica. She had a bored look on her face while she nibbled at the remains of her risotto, absently listening into the gossip exchange on her other side, paying me absolutely no mind other than her hand discretely under the table squeezing my crotch.

Her fingertips rubbed over the fabric of my slacks, fondling my balls, and I suppressed a groan.

From across the table, Nancy shot me a look. I forced myself to smile back to her, hoping my grin was reassuring. She didn’t look convinced, but anyway turned her attention back to her discussion.

Erica’s hand wrapped around the shaft of my stiffening cock and gripped it, hard. I sucked in my breath.

She turned to me and, talking over Bob, said conversationally, “So, Will, what do you do for fun?” Hidden by the table, she tugged on my dick.

“Uhh,” I blinked away my daze, tried to focus, “I, uh, do road biking.”

“Oh, really?” Erica said, putting on a big, bland smile. The sparkle in the corner of her eye, the tiniest shimmer of a hint of deeper interest, was the only sign this exchange was anything more than what it seemed. “What bike do you have?”

I told her, my mouth rattling off the technical details automatically. She’d pinched the head of my cock between her thumb and finger and was massaging it.

Nobody else was paying us any attention, even Bob had turned away, finding another victim to subjugate with his prolixity.

“Wow, that’s fascinating,” Erica said, “I was thinking of getting the same for myself. Can you show me yours? I’d love to try sitting on it.” Her eye twitched in what was almost a wink.

My grin became strained. Erica’s smile dropped and she pulled her hand off my pants. She took a sip from her water and said low, just loud enough for me to hear, “Or does she have your balls in safe?”

“Nancy, honey,” I said, “We’ll be in the garage.”

Nancy rolled her eyes at me. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I froze. What did she mean? “You and your bicycles,” she continued, shaking her head, “Erica, feel free to tell him to ‘shut up’ when he starts telling you about chains and derailleurs or whatever.” I started breathing again.

“Sure thing, Nance,” Erica said, smiling at my wife.

I carefully got myself away from the table without my erection being seen, Erica following me down the hall.

I thought we were away, but someone called out, “I love bicycles, I want to see!” And then another of my wife’s co-workers, Niraj, was following us.

## ##

Niraj was poking his nose into every detail of my bikes, asking me about each part, why I picked it, where I got it, how I liked it, how much it cost, how hard it was to maintain, and on and on. He had been going through my bikes one by one, my answers growing shorter, more curt. But his interest would not wane, I could not shake him off.

Erica looked bored at first, then annoyed.

Then she walked up to the bike Niraj was inspecting and pushed him back, swinging her leg over, straddling it. “This one looks fun to ride,” she said, looking me in the eye, “Hold it steady, Niraj.” He seemed accustomed to her demanding nature.

Then she hopped up onto the bike, arching her back, pushing her ass out, grinding her hips onto the seat. “There,” she said, “That feels good.”

I was behind the bike, staring at her butt, watching the seat push up into the fabric of her skirt. But Niraj was oblivious. “Oh yes,” he was saying, “These modern cushions are very comfortable.”

“Yeah,” Erica said, “I could spend all day like this.” She wiggled again, pressing her crotch into my bike seat.

Fuck, I needed that ass. I almost reached out, but with Niraj here, I stopped. I needed to get her alone.

“Alright,” I said, hanging the bikes back on their racks, “I’m sure the others are wondering where we are.”

Erica and I made eye contact.

## ##

The group had moved to the living room, Bob making himself useful behind the wet bar, making a show of mixing and shaking and pouring drinks.

“Hopefully Will didn’t bore you too much,” Nancy said as we walked in.

“No,” Erica shook her head, “Niraj was enamored.”

“What can I say?” Niraj smiled, “I love gadgets.”

“That you do,” Nancy said. People politely chuckled and returned to their conversations.

Erica joined a group on the couch, and I went over to Nancy’s side and pretended to listen to her co-workers debate some office policy.

But, try as I did to control myself, over and over again my attention returned to Erica. Sitting on the ottoman, her back was to me, and her pose was formal and proper. Which meant I had a view of her tapered waist above the generous flare of her hips, the swell of that perfect round ass pushing against my sofa. I was going dizzy from lust, and every time I forced myself to look away, all on its own my gaze drifted back.

Until I looked again, and she wasn’t there. I whipped my head around, sweeping the room. She wasn’t anywhere.

“Excuse me,” I said to Nancy, “I’ll be right back.”

“Sure, honey,” she said, still engrossed in her conversation, “No problem.”

Nobody paid me any mind as I slipped away.

I wandered through the house, but Erica was nowhere to be found. The lights were off upstairs, but maybe… In the dark I climbed the stairs and saw the darkened hallway. The guest bedroom door was open, and I approached quietly. But it was empty. Then came Nancy’s craft room, and then my office, but as I passed them, I found each deserted.

The hallway ended with the master suite. Nancy and my bedroom. It was the last place to check, but Erica wouldn’t dare… would she? I walked in, head spinning, a thousand thoughts bouncing through.

The room was empty.

I breathed out.

But where was she? The house was large, maybe I’d missed her. Or — disappointment shot through me — she’d probably left, gone home, grown bored of my failure to act.

“A bedroom’s such a boring place to fuck.”

I turned, followed the voice to the open balcony door. We usually keep that door closed. I raised my eyebrows. Outside, in the shadows, silhouetted by the lights in the distance, stood Erica.

She was leaning back against the plaster balustrade, then she turned around, looking out. “You’ve got a nice view,” she said.

“Yes I do,” I said, walking up behind her. I reached out, placed my hands on her hips.

She made an appreciative noise and pushed her butt back into me. I grinded my crotch into her, letting my lust free. Her ass was tight and glorious, and as rubbed it against my pants I felt myself grow stiff. Through the fabric of my slacks and her skirt, I pushed my cock between her ass cheeks, going light-headed from the need for release.

I slid my hand down under the fabric of her skirt and made skin-on-skin contact, running my fingers up her thigh, over her magnificent ass.

She shook her hips side to side, hiking her skirt up to her waist, and put her weight onto my hand. My fingers knew what to do, sliding up into the heat of her pussy, my thumb into the tightness of her asshole.

She groaned as she squirmed, her breaths starting to come heavy as her warmth dripped down my fingers.

“Eat me out,” she hissed, grabbing me by the scalp and pushing me towards her crotch.

I knelt down between the balustrade and her legs and she shoved her pussy against my face, pressing my head back against the plasterwork. My tongue was out, lapping up her heat, caressing her clit. Her olive skin and groomed hair filled my view as I grabbed her ass with both my hands, massaging and kneading and plying her glorious butt.

I pushed my thumb up her ass as I sucked down her sweet juices, feeling her climax against my face. I licked and licked and she gasped for breath. She was panting and whimpering as her body tensed, riding out the pleasure I was giving her.

And then I was again standing behind her, this time with my fly down and cock out. I grabbed the collar of her shirt and shoved her down, bending her over the balcony ledge. Her back was arched, ass up and in my face, and I smacked it once, twice, three times, and she moaned and shuddered each time.

I took my cock in hand and guided it towards her, pressing its head against the heat of her tight asshole.

“Give it to me,” she whimpered, her pucker quivering.

I gritted my teeth and thrust in, watching her round ass stretch as I skewered her on my shaft. All on their own, my legs worked into a rhythm. My hands were on her hips as I fucked away, and her body spasmed and trembled as I drove into her harder and harder. She loved being dominated, her groans of ecstasy growing deeper and more feral the more forceful were my thrusts.

It was incredible, the overpowering bliss of this glorious, tight asshole gripping my erection. But fucking this woman in the ass was unleashing in me something primordial, tapping an animal energy I hadn’t felt in years. This wasn’t just sex, this was conquest. I was the victor, and she was my spoils.

I became even more vigorous, pounding away, concerned with nothing more than my own need. My orgasm was near.

She cried out, which was a problem. So I grabbed her collar again, wrenching her up, clamping my hand over her mouth and I approached my tipping point. She moaned into my palm as I penetrated her ass, driving my lust into her.

And then I was there.

I had her pinned between me and balustrade as my balls tensed and cock twitched, and I could feel the weight of my cum shooting through my shaft, spraying deep into her ass, filling her up. I bucked with each spurt, her wailing muffled by my hand.

Finally spent, I let her go, and collapsed to the rail next to her. Side by side, we caught our breaths and pulled our clothes back together.

She was studying me, her gaze slightly less disinterested than it had been before. “I needed that,” she said.

I shook my head. She went to the bathroom while I made my way back downstairs.

## ##

I loaded the last plate into the dishwasher and closed the door. All the guests had gone home and we were cleaning up.

“You and Erica seemed to hit it off,” Nancy said.

“Oh?” I tried to act casual.

“I mean, as much as she does with anyone,” Nancy continued, “Her office is just next to mine, you know, but we don’t talk much. I was kind of nervous about inviting her, even, just did to avoid office drama, you know. Can’t leave anyone out.”

“Could’ve left Bob out,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Hah, I should’ve warned you.” Nancy wrapped her arms around me, leaning close to my ear. “But I owe you one, putting up with Erica for me. She can be so cold.” I felt her tongue against my ear.

I felt Erica’s panties, still in my pocket, as I turned and kissed Nancy. “It was no big deal, we can do it again anytime.”

She smiled at me.

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