During a time in which I participated in an affair with a co-worker, our employer would practice snow days based on the local schools. If the nearby school was delayed or closed due to snow, the office would follow suit. My coworker who I was in an affair with had kids who attended a different school didtrict. They did not have a snow day and our office had a late start. So, we decided that I would make the trip to her and she would sneak me into her house.
Her husband was always at the office early (regardless of weather), so after she dropped her kids off, I met her at a nearby park to leave my car. Quickly hopping into hers, we lowered the seat and snuck me into her house. Our hands immediately reached for each other’s desired body parts as we stepped in from the garage. My left hand gently pinching her nipple through her clothing, right hand reaching for the button on her pants. Both of her hands went for my cock.
We paused and laughed at the surreal absurdity that I was in her house where her family lives. We’d been hooking up in my apartment and other riskier locations due to the nature of the affair and I had yet to be in her territory. My apartment was easy. I lived alone in a city, she lived as a family of four with a dog in the suburbs. She jokingly said she should be polite and give me a tour before we get completely at it. We made it to the kitchen before the tension had to snap again.
I took off all of her clothes and lifted her onto their black marble counter top island. She told me I should get more comfortable and take off my clothes too, but I replied I’m comfortable enough as I spread her legs open, slightly bending over to run my tongue as wide as I could over her welcoming pussy. It was evident that she was looking for my cock, but I enjoyed eating her out and wanted to take it a little slow being in her kitchen.
From time to time my subconscious heckled me that her husband could come home at any moment. I think part of me didn’t want to fully commit to nudity until I felt more certain he wasn’t about to pop in. My fully naked partner, spread eagle on her kitchen counter should have been enough convincing. Instead I unzipped my fly, withdrew my cock and fucked her missionary while fully dressed. We had been hooking up for a while so I was acclimated with edging and fucked her audibly hard. Grabbing her ankles, I closed her legs and pumped, feeling her adjust in tightness as she came over the beltline of my black sweatshirt above my cock.
Eventually I was hot enough to take my shirt off and she took this as an opportunity to remove my pants and bring me down stairs. The lower part of their house was split into two sections which were mostly separated as a TV room and a living room. The living room had a love seat and two arm chairs. We specifically enjoyed our sexual chemistry while utilizing chairs, so I sat down partially sweating. She got to her knees in front of me, wrapped one of her hands around the base of my cock and slowly lowered her lips to the tip. I let her enjoy me in her mouth for a little bit before I was burning to be back inside of her.
While remaining seated, I stood her up and turned her around and lowered her hips to hovering over my erection. With one hand, I pressed the head of my cock to her lips and gave her ass a loud spank with my free hand. She exhaled a lusty moan and lowered into smooth penetration, alternating between low, deep strokes and leaning forward for quick bounces. I sat back and watched as she glazed my shaft. I don’t know how I’d ever had enough, but I grabbed her hips and guided her to the ground.
While on her knees, she extended her arms out above her head onto the floor, arching her back with her ass up in the air. Crouching over her, I dipped my cock down into her with wet ease. (Like, for real. If you’ve not done this position before, please add this one to the list). It was so hot gripping and spanking her ass while fucking down into her from above. She’d been vocal all morning, but this position had her loud with pleasure. She didn’t squirt per say, but the rug beneath became soaked. Her knees were beginning to quake so we grabbed a pillow from the couch and put it under her stomach. Ass up with the support, I straddled her from behind and fucked until I was vocal with pleasure too.
When I pulled out, some of my cum dripped onto her carpet. She smeared it in with a smile and said her husband had been getting quotes for carpet cleaners and our sexual mess was perfectly timed for evidence removal.
Before I left, she gave me a tour of the rest of the house, specifically showing me a picture of her and her husband as young sweethearts in the entrance to their room. I said “this seems like an inappropriately awkward show and tell” and we both started cracking up.
I cleaned off my cock and more or less took a sink shower in their upstairs bathroom, got dressed and we both got into her car. She drove me back to the park with one hand on the wheel, the other petting my cock over my jeans. When I got to the office and sat at my desk, it all felt like a sort of bizarre wet dream. That is until I looked down and noticed the stain.
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