Working Late [MF] [Cheating]

“I’m working late tonight.”

Abby heard her own voice say the words to her husband on the phone, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn’t even hear what his reply was—something about how he missed her. She couldn’t focus.

Abby tried to concentrate, but she stood no chance as Kevin’s lips planted soft kisses on her shoulder. She felt his fingers sliding up under the hemline of her skirt. His other hand was finishing unbuttoning her professional white blouse, which soon fell open to partially expose a small glimpse of her lacy, white bra.

And, of course, there was his hardening bulge pressed against her panties as she straddled him in the backseat of her car.

“Yeah, I know it’s been happening a lot. But I’ll be home before too long.” Abby managed to compose herself, if only briefly. “I promise.”

Kevin’s mouth trailed kisses and licks from her shoulder to her collar bone. He pulled her blouse over her shoulders as his mouth continued its journey to the top of her breasts.

“What? No, that must just be a funny connection, I’m fine, no one’s here,” Abby insisted. “I mean, people are here, I’m just working.” She swatted at Kevin, begging for him to pause, just for a second, just long enough for her to get her husband off the phone.

Kevin was not to be deterred. Abby felt his lustful breath on her neck while his firm but gentle fingers ran behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Kevin freed her breasts just as the call wrapped up—all Kevin could hear was a Abby’s quick, “Okay. I love you, too.” She tossed the phone into the driver’s seat of the car and turned her attention back to Kevin.

“Jesus, Kevin, you’re cra—oooh.” Abby’s attempt to chastise her lover was quickly interrupted by the feeling of his warm and wet lips enveloping her nipple. He gently tugged on it with his front teeth as she purred a breathy moan into his ear.

“Oh, Kevin…”

* * *

Earlier that day, their bodies pressed against each other in the elevator, tongues swirling, as the car raced toward their office on the top floor. As they kissed, fondled and grasped each other, they both wish the damn thing would slow down and give them more time.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks of illicit kissing, usually arranged via flimsy excuses to take elevator rides together.

Two weeks of knowing glances in meetings. Two weeks of inappropriate text messages. Two weeks of fantasizing about a chance to spend just one night together.

In other words, two weeks of pure desperation.

The elevator was approaching their floor. Abby broke their kiss, leaning her forehead against his.

“Let me drive you home tonight,” Abby whispered between kisses. “We can get some privacy on the way home. This isn’t enough for me.”

Kevin responded without thinking. “What about David?”

Abby recoiled at hearing her husband’s name while entangled with Kevin. She shot back, “Well, what about Beth?”

Kevin took a deep breath. Talking about each other’s spouses was a bad idea. “That’s what I’m saying. This isn’t easy. This is already the most selfish thing I’ve ever done. And if we take it further…”

“I know…” Abby trailed off, looking at the floor before catching Kevin’s gaze once again. “But we both want it so much.”

“So much.” Kevin licked his lips at the prospect of what was to come. “I want all of you.”

“And I want all of you,” Abby purred. She stepped forward and cupped his crotch in her hands. She smiled as she felt his stiff cock through his pants. “Every. Single. Inch…”

Kevin’s eyes rolled back and let out a soft moan at her touch.

“I love your little moans,” Abby giggled as she leaned in to kiss him again. She wanted nothing more than the elevator to get stuck, for this to never end. She cherished the feeling of his lips on hers, the touch his hands on her waist, and the feeling of his stiff manhood in her fingers, twitching with potential and anticipation of what was to come.

The telltale chime of the elevator reaching its destination rang out, hitting the two conspirators like of a ton of bricks. By the time the doors opened to the company’s lobby, they were standing in opposite corners of the elevator, innocently looking at their phones.

Abby composed a text message as she walked to her desk: “I’ll come by your desk after work to pick you up. Who knows, maybe we won’t be any good together. And then we’ll have it out of our system.”

“Yeah, maybe we won’t be good together,” Kevin responded. He hardly paused before sending a second message: “But I doubt it.”

* * *

In the backseat of her SUV, parked on an anonymous suburban street between the office and Kevin’s house, Abby enjoyed the feeling of Kevin’s warm, wet lips dancing around her nipples. His hands ran under her unbuttoned blouse, resting on her hips as she ground her crotch into his obvious erection.

Abby’s thoughts briefly flashed to her husband at home, waiting for her. And his wife at home, waiting for him.

They were both going to have to keep waiting. Kevin brought her back into the moment when his teeth lightly grazed her right nipple. His mouth moved to her left breast as she began to fumble with his belt. Just a few moments later, Abby reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.

Abby smiled triumphantly. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered into his ear. “I’ve been waiting for this for too damn long.”

Kevin groaned softly as he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft. She pumped once, then again, getting a feel for his length and girth in her hands.

“And you’re a little excited too, aren’t you?” Abby teased, sliding her thumb over the precum that oozed from the tip of his hard dick. Kevin’s sheepish smile turned into a look of ecstasy as she used her thumb to coat the head of his dick in his own natural lubrication.

With his cock now free, she lowered her hips again and moved her hand to his balls, feeling their weight in her fingers. He felt the underside of his cock rub against her lacy panties as she began to grind against him.

Kevin’s hot breath moved from her breast to her neck and then back to her lips. He moaned in pleasure as their tongues danced together and his cock rubbed against her panties.

“Ooooh, Abby…” Kevin’s voice was a breathy whisper at this point. “Your body… I love how you move.”

Abby kept her rhythm, mercilessly rubbing herself against his engorged cock. She loved how Kevin’s body responded to hers—how clearly and deeply he wanted her. It felt so good to be desired.

Kevin’s hands traced up along her thighs and under the hemline of her skirt. He brought an index finger to the crotch of her panties and felt the wetness that had saturated the fabric.

“We need to lose these,” Kevin finally whispered, tugging at the waistband of her panties.

“Jesus, I thought you’d never ask.” Abby put her weight on her right knee and swung her left leg around. She sat on the bench seat next to Kevin, peeled off her soaked underwear, and tossed it on the floor mat next to them.

In a flash, she was straddling him again. But this time, not even a thin lacy fabric was separating his erect cock and her hungry, wet pussy. As the couple met in another kiss, his cock head brushed against her exposed sex, slick with her arousal.

The feeling of her warmth and desire on the tip of his penis was enough to elicit yet another soft moan from Kevin’s lips. He unconsciously raised his hips slightly, causing the underside of his head to brush against her pussy lips once more. In this way, they moved together until his cock was covered in her intoxicating lubrication.

Kevin tugged on her ear lobes with his teeth. “Oh, baby, I want you so bad…”

Abby couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her right hand down to grasp the base of his hard, glistening cock. She held it steady and lined it up with her yearning entrance.

The kissing stopped. They locked eyes.

“Are you sure?” Kevin asked. He knew the answer. But it seemed right to ask, given what was about to happen.

Abby nodded her head. “Absolutely.”

Kevin’s slick cock easily split Abby’s hungry lips as she lowered herself on to him. The two lovers gasped in unison, both in recognition of the pleasure they felt and the final betrayal they’d perpetrated against the people waiting for each of them at home.

The first few thrusts were a little awkward, but it didn’t take long for them to find a rhythm. Still straddling him, Abby raised herself up and then lowered herself down, feeling his hard cock split her lips and push deeper into her with each thrust. He met her hips with his own, straining to penetrate as deep as possible into her warm, wet hole.

Kevin tasted every part of Abby’s body he could reach as their bodies moved together. Then he slide his hand under her skirt, settling between her legs. His thumb soon found her clit, and he brushed it in rhythm to their thrusting.

Abby and Kevin were lost in each other. Nothing in the world outside of Abby’s car could have distracted them as they moved together in ecstatic unison.

Abby leaned back. Her eyes widened and mouth gaped slightly open.

“Oh… my… oh… Kevin…”

“That’s it, baby,” Kevin whispered. “I want for you to cum… for you to feel how you deserve to feel.”

“Oh, Kevin…” Abby bit her lip and grunted, her forehead leaning on Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin felt the rhythm of her hips falter, so he thrust up into her as the wave of her orgasm crashed through her mind, body and spirit.

“That’s it, baby,” Kevin encouraged. He pushed up into her with slow, deep thrusts as she regained her composure.

Abby took a few deep, heaving breaths, relishing the final pulses of her orgasm and basking in the feeling of fullness as Kevin buried his manhood deep into her once again.

Abby kissed his shoulder and then brought her flushed face up to his ear. “Now I want you to cum for me,” she cooed in a soft whisper.

With that, she took control once more. Her hips resumed their motion, with a quickening pace. Before long, she heard his breath quicken and grow shallow. His kisses grew more reckless. He was losing control.

Abby leaned her forehead against his, their eyes just inches apart. “Make me yours. At least for tonight, I want to be yours,” she purred as they continued to rock together.

“Abby… baby…” Kevin trailed off, but his message was clear. His desperate attempt to hold back — to stretch these moments for as long as possible — was about to come to an end.

“That’s it, baby, give me what’s mine,” Abby pleaded. “Let it go. Let it all go for me.”

Kevin was gasping for breath as he reached the point of no return. Both of his hands moved to Abby’s shoulders, holding her down as he thrust up into her one final time.

“Ohmygod,” Kevin moaned, his straining cock bottoming out in Abby’s welcoming snatch. Then she felt it: the unmistakable feeling of a pulsing cock unloading inside her.

Kevin finally regained his senses and pulled Abby in for a deep kiss.

“Well…” Abby stated, trying to stifle a grin. “I think we’re good together.”

“No shit,” Kevin gasped, still catching his breath as his twitching cock marinated inside her.

They kissed again. And again. Abby’s phone broke the silence, buzzing in the front seat. It was almost certainly David, wanting an update on her arrival. She instinctively started to pull away from Kevin to answer the call.

“Hold on,” Kevin whispered, gently holding her hips in place. “Let’s stay together, just like this. Just a little longer.”

The phone buzzed three more times, then went silent.

Abby rested her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly. “Okay, my love. I’m not going anywhere.”

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