I don’t think I was explicitly cheating…
A while back, last summer, I returned to work after having our second child. The workplace was virtually unchanged. Same useless boss, poor air conditioning and a daily meeting about nothing. One thing that had changed though, and this one was a surprise, was the hiring of a new HR lady. Her name was Jess and she brought a breath of fresh air into the place. She had gorgeous red hair, wore the loudest pair of jade coloured spectacles and her red shoes matched her lipstick. In all honesty, I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Our friendship began when we bonded over our favourite flavor ice-cream, hers was choc fudge, mine french vanilla. I don’t know what it was, but our conversation filled me with a strange feeling of inspiration and I ended up going out at lunch and buying ice-cream for the whole office! We stayed back late that day, chatting and finishing off a tub. It was the most natural feeling relationship I had ever had. It felt wonderful.
Over the next few months our friendship grew stronger. We eventually began to confide in one another and shared our worries over our body issues. I even showed her my c-section scar! She then showed me the scar left over from laser-removal therapy on an old tattoo on her thigh. Apparently, she did not want to remember that particular ex. It was just so nice to be able to speak with someone who didn’t judge me, who listened and actually cared. The effect must have been clear because my husband even began to notice the change in me. James could see that I was happy, motivated and genuinely loving life. The comments on the spring in my step and the lack of reluctance to go back to work really made me realize how important this friendship had become. Jess had become my rock!
It wasn’t until later one evening, after a long day, while we were midway through a hot and steamy fuck session that I realized that maybe what I felt for Jess was a little more… serious. It was when I had James’ head between my legs, my hand running through his thinning black hair, that I imagined that it was a red, glossy head between my legs and Jess’s green eyes looking up at me as I rode into an orgasm. I imagined her red, thick lips caressing my lips and her long white fingers inside me. As I came down from the endorphin high of the orgasm, I felt dirty, like I had done something wrong by seeing Jess. But perhaps it wasn’t imagining her there that was wrong, it was wanting her there.
The next day at work I felt off. I was awkward when I encountered Jess. It was early, but she had already been there for a quarter of an hour – as usual. I gave a courteous “hey” as I went to pass her but was caught off guard when she responded with a “Woah, would you look at that!” I stopped and turn to her. She was out of her seat and walking towards me, a grin across her wide red lips, her cheeks high and eyes bright. “Sarah, you have the most epic sex-hair right now,” she laughed as she put her hands up to assess the situation. “Oh, er, haha -” I start. “Don’t worry, I have you covered,” she giggled. Her fingers slid around my scalp, moving my hair around. “Don’t blush, Sarah, us girls have to look out for each other,” she said. I dared not look into her eyes while she fiddled with my hair but suddenly our eyes met. I gazed into her bright green eyes and was enamored. I close my eyes to break the tension.
I smelled her scent, sweet, candy-like. I felt her warmth emanating from her body. She inched closer to me. I fought to keep my eyes sealed. Her fingers suddenly lowered from my hair down to my cheeks, resting there gently. I felt her lips reach out to mine. As we our mouths locked together my whole body tingled with electricity. I felt so… alive. Her hands started to move from my cheeks downward. Her finger tips traced along my neck. I felt the tingle grow stronger. I opened my eyes and saw her face had grown red with a blush. Her eyes flicked open and she smiled. Her lips locked against mine harder. I dropped my handbag to the floor and raised my hands, placing them on her hips. My fingers traced around her hips, my left hand to her belly and my right to her thighs. I felt her begin to move her fingers down my blouse. A button unclasped. Another one. Two more. My blouse opened wide, revealing my black bra underneath. Our mouths parted and I opened my eyes to see Jess staring at my breasts, her eyes hungry with desire.
Quickly we made our way to her desk. She slid me onto the table, my shirt came off and was tossed onto a chair. She undid my bra and my breasts fell out. I blushed again. I think she might have licked her lips. I moaned as her face nuzzled between my breasts. Her lips gently kissed my breasts. It felt amazing. I could smell her. She was intoxicating. I picked the worst day to wear my business trousers instead of my usual business skirt. Jess navigated her way around the button and zipper, unlocking the puzzle. In one movement my pants were slid down my legs, she was efficient, she even got my panties off in the same move. She knelt at the end of my closed legs. Her hands on my thighs above my knees. I relaxed my legs as she gently, but with determination pushed my legs open. She smiled as she gazed at my exposed vagina. I realized at this point that I hadn’t… maintained my garden recently… but Jess was not perturbed. She quickly made her way to my crotch, burying her face. I felt her lips skim across my hairs at first. Then came her tongue. Warm, precise and purposeful. Her tongue began in a circling movement, then determined lashings began to repeat. I had a sinking feeling suddenly as I remember that James had finished inside me last night. I grinned as I realized that Jess was probably tasting my husband’s cum trickling out of me. Jess gently pushed her long fingers into my vagina. I let out a sigh. She looked up at me and grinned. Her red lips spreading wide.
I felt an orgasm coming on. I made a quick decision to push Jess away. I pulled at the deep red fabric of her dress, revealing first her hips and then her whole body. The dress ended up somewhere nearby. I audibly groaned when I saw her revealed body. Her gorgeous hips, the way they curved into her buttocks and thighs so perfectly. Her breasts were lovely, her nipples as pale as snow. I wasn’t sure if she had taken off her panties or she had never been wearing any as I looked down and saw a small, well-kept square of fire-red pubic hair peek out from between her legs. I grabbed her around the waist and moved her to the desk. She plopped her plump bum onto the desk and spread her legs for me. I’d never seen another vagina in person before. I’d only seen my own in a mirror and of course, plenty on the internet. I was shaking, not out of nerves, but out of desire. I moved my face closer to her pussy. I thought about my husbands penis, satisfactory, a little ugly, but filled me up all the same. But looking at Jess’s gorgeous vagina made me realise that this is what I needed. I could smell her, first. A sweet and primal scent emanated from her. It made me hungry. Her vagina was ready for me. I placed my lips on her soft lips and began to kiss, slowly making my way into her. My tongue poked out and I found her clitoris, hard and throbbing. I began to lick her and pushed my fingers into her welcoming vagina.
I think you might still be able to smell her on my fingers…
Anyway, James. I hope you enjoyed my story.
If you want, you can pull down my panties and see for yourself how wet and swollen my pussy is. This won’t be the last time I come home from work like this. Are you playing with your dick? Good boy, keep going.
She’s coming over in twenty minutes.
You can watch.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ieio1p/my_husband_and_my_girlfriend_ff_cuckold_office