The Work Wife [MF][oral][anal][cheat][interr]

Part 1
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She was a Punjabi woman, a Sikh, and despite being born half a world apart we found each other working as peers on projects for the United States Commerce department. She had a quick, biting wit that was perfectly synced with my own. Our rapport was easy and despite not getting my pop culture references, we could still make each other laugh. We became inseparable work spouses: having lunch together grabbing coffee, working as pairs at each other’s desks, taking walks together on the work campus.

While our personalities meshed well, physically we were near opposites. She was the picture of elegance, with brown skin, impossibly long hair, and a thin, lanky frame that supported ample breasts. I was pale to a fault, burning easily in the sun, short brown hair, and the size and build of a football player whose body had softened over the years into what could be called the classic dad bod.

We flirted together almost immediately upon meeting. She was married with two young boys, confiding in me that the marriage was arranged, so nothing was ever going to happen. We would talk and get close. One day I noticed that she kept touching me, my knee and my thigh, when we talked, sometimes letting her hands linger. I would touch her shoulders, but tried to walk a careful line of workplace behavior.

I sat in the cube next to her and I would hear her talking in Punjabi. Sometimes she would get upset. I didn’t pry, but would ask if she wanted to take a walk or go get coffee, or just come by to bullshit. One day I left work to see her standing in the parking lot, crying. I asked why. And she told me and once she got started she couldn’t stop. She explained that her mother-in-law had moved in and was making her life hell. Nothing she did was good enough for the “Prince,” her husband, and she was exhausted and she didn’t know what to do. And her husband was drinking and she felt trapped and that I wouldn’t understand. She got more and more upset as she let it all out, years and years of frustration from a loveless arranged married. My heart broke for her.

“Do you want a hug?” I asked. She nodded yes, but I felt her tense for a moment as my arms surrounded her. I held her against me, feeling her tears wet my white dress shirt. We didn’t say anything more. After what seemed an eternity, she pulled her head back and I looked down at her. I bent down to kiss her forehead. It felt automatic, the most natural thing in the world. From her forehead I moved to her lips, a quick peck that quickly turned into more, becoming deeper and deeper. A switch flipped in my head and my heart pounded.

“Let’s go to your car,” I said, and she and I walked to her car, both in a haze of lust.

She got into the back passenger side of the car, a big Land Rover, and I followed. We continued to kiss, touching each other more and more and more confidence. I pulled my hands back and returned to her back, running my hands up and caressing the hollows behind her ears and down the sides of her neck. I unzipped the back of her dress, my hands trailing down her back, rubbing her spine, slowly inching down. My cock grew hard in my pants, straining against the fly. I move my hands back up to her hips, I felt the heat of her body against me. I run my hands around her torso gripping her ribs right below her breasts.

I kiss down her neck, tasting her. I breathed in her scent. I move my hands back up to the underside of her breasts and continue back up to gently cup them again. I felt her nipples harden and she squirmed in front of me. I returned to her neck and took her left ear between my teeth, gently kneading it. I gathered her long strands of hair between the fingers of my left hand and pull them into my fist. I pull back on her hair and tilt her head back. Each kiss was an opportunity to mark her, to make her mine, each moment that passed she gave a fraction of herself to me. She wanted to get fucked and she wanted it rough and hard. I wanted to make her melt. Her lust was going to shatter her and then I was going to carefully piece her back together bit by bit.

I move her hands from her breasts to her bare thighs, lightly touching them. I move my fingers up and down their length and moved inside and outside. I ran my hand up her thighs as she ran her hands all over me, exploring another man’s body for the first time. My fingers found the elastic of her panties and I pulled them down. She lifted her ass off the seat to ease their passage off her body. They were already soaked. I laid her back on the seat and moved between her legs. The folds of her inner lips were just peeking out, topped by the hood where the inner lips came together at the top of her slit.

I licked the tip of my index finger and then slowly inserted it into her, up to the second knuckle. I gently thrust my index finger back and forth in her pussy and soon it is completely slick with moisture. I shifted a bit and brought my left hand up to her pussy. With my thumb and index finger on either side of her slit, I gently opened her outer lips, running my right forefinger up the seam of her inner lips to the folds of her hood. Moving my left hand slightly, I slowly pulled the folds of the hood back and revealed more of her pussy to me. I pulled my finger out and licked it clean. I put my right forefinger back into her pussy and let the outer lips relax back against the hood covering her clit. Then I slowly thrust my finger back and forth, once again coating it with her lubricating juices, then crook my finger up to massage her g-spot. She moaned and tried to find something to hold on to in her awkward position against the car door.

As I fingered her, my left thumb makes little circles at the top of her slit, caressing the base of her clit. I flicked my tongue out and lick from the bottom to the top of her slit. The first lick was intoxicating, taking any remaining inhibition from my mind. I became mad with thirst; consumed by hunger. I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her pussy to my mouth. My hands squeezed, my tongue probed, my lips ground, pressing so hard my teeth grind into them. I tasted a hint of iron as my teeth cut my mouth from the pressure, but I did not care. With my right hand, I gently spread her outer lips and run my tongue up the divide between the inner and outer lips.

I kept my left thumb working in circles at the top of her pussy and began to flick my tongue into and out of the opening in the inner lips. Then I licked from bottom to top once again, using more pressure, putting my entire mouth on her pussy, continuing to work my tongue over the tender flesh.

I added a second fingers into her pussy and began to slowly pump them back and forth. I watched as her inner lips slowly turned darker and spread out like the petals of some exotic flower blooming. I licked and probed her pussy, her lips swollen and darker and plump. Her entire pussy was by now covered in a slick coating of saliva and her own juices. I savored her. She came hard and with her hold body trembling. She laid back on the seat exhausted. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to be mine and my balls boiled and my cock ached at the thought.

I unzipped my suit pants and I grasped my penis by the base and rubbed the tip against her slick lips, taking care to avoid her sensitive clit. When the head of my cock was good and lubricated, I slipped it inside her, inch by glorious inch. I luxuriated in the silken feel of the walls of her vagina, gripping me like a warm glove. Her pussy was incredibly hot and already overflowing with arousal. The sight of my bare, engorged cock spreading open her moisture-slick lips made my balls feel tights and full. She moaned and I felt her clench around me. If there was any reservation to having a cock other than her husband’s in her it never registered.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me and she rode me. I watched her labia sucking at my cock as she rose from my body, her inner lips gripped my shaft snugly, caressing my length with their velvety touch. If anyone in the parking lot saw us, we didn’t car. The rest of the world had dropped away. I didn’t want to come too soon, but it took every trick I’ve ever learned to only enjoy the sensations generated by her tight, grasping sheath and not allow them to make me cum. I continued to gently thrust myself into her well-lubricated and gripping pussy, my hands gripping her thighs tight with pleasure as her hips rocked back and forth on top of me. I moved my hands to her breasts and rolled each nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger, pulling gently. I marveled at the contrast of her brown skin against my white skin. I felt my cock swell within her. My lips closed tight and my nostrils flared as I breathed deeply, savoring the feeling of her smooth inner walls against my cock.

“Put me back on my back,” she said, breaking the quiet. We rolled over again.

Mounting her, I paused for a moment to look at her body. For this brief moment, she was my conquest, my property, my claim. I want to mark her whole body with my cum, branding her: her face, her breasts, her tummy, pussy, hands, arms, back, and ass—all of her. I gently lower myself to meet her and slip inside her. When I reached bottom, her pussy grips me tightly and my head swims. I hooked my arms under her shoulders and supported myself on my elbows, keeping my weight off her. I felt her breathing, heavy and against my neck, and pulled back for another thrust. My cock dragged across her sensitive pussy walls. I thrust back into her slowly, delighting in the sensation of spreading her open. When I reached bottom again, I grind my hips against her. I began to fuck her with long, slow, gentle strokes. At the end of each one, as my cock buries to the root, I ground my pubic bone against her to stimulate her clit. I kept up my steady, measured pace. Whenever I felt my climax approaching, I burried myself completely and stopped, grinding my hips against her, rubbing her clit. When my impending orgasm subsided, I thrust into her again.

I quickly speed my pace, and am soon hammering my cock into her pussy, her smooth vaginal walls contracting around my length. I felt her rapid breathing on my cheek as I hungrily pressed my lips to hers. The pace of my thrusting continues as our tongues dance, and soon I feel her pussy spasming and clutching at my dick. My hands gripped her tightly as my back and legs tensed, shoving my cock as deep as possible within her.

I frantically kissed her exposed neck and throat, biting her collar bone as I slammed my cock into her. I hugged her tightly as I continued to pound into her, surrounded by the clutching muscles of her pussy. I gripped her ass when I feel the rush of pleasure surging up my shaft. I bury myself inside her with one final, powerful lunge. With a grunt, I erupt. I clutched her, gasping for air as I filled her to overflowing. Finally, I collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

At some point I got up off of her and we helped each other collect ourselves. We sanitized the backseat, her attention to detail returned things to a perfect state. We made a good team in every kind of work it seemed. We hugged on last time and she got into her car to drive herself home to her husband, her mother-in-law, her boys. She lived about an hour away and even then my cock was still sticky from our combined juices and she was almost certainly still full with my cum.

We had a few other sessions with each other, a blowjob on a coffee break to Starbucks, a quick fuck after a work party. Some time later she let me know that her husband was moving them five hundred miles away. It was good, she’d be close to her family. That was that. We still message each other and find ways to talk on the phone sometimes but with less and less frequency. The distance between us has cooled us off. We both have our memories and we’ve both moved on in our lives but I still get a little ache when I walk past her old desk.

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Part 2
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It had been a week since we fucked in her Range Rover in the work parking lot. We talked about it, but she felt guilty and it clearly upset her that she had done it. I gave her space which was hard since we were still co-workers.

That morning I suggested we get some coffee, something we did frequently and she agreed. We had time to make the trip and be back in time for the morning meeting. We got into her Range Rover and she drove us. We sat in silence during the short drive. We got to Starbuck and got out. Placed our order and waited as we had dozens of times before. We didn’t say anything to each other. I waited, feeling more and more guilty, questioning if I misread things, hoping she would be ok, but still I wanted her. We returned to her car and she pulled away to drive back to the office.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t,” she said, “we did it and it’s done.”

“Look… I—I think I’m going—I don’t know. What do we want—what should we do?” I didn’t know what I wanted to say, I was full of conflict.

“I don’t know,” she said.

We sat in silence and she pulled into an unfinished, abandoned lot in the office park where we worked. She sat quietly with her coffee in thought and I watched her for a minute. I unbuckled my seat belt and waited a moment. Then I reached over and unbuckled her seat belt. I reached over to her, she shuddered. I kissed her and if there was any trace of hesitation it vanished from both of us.

I kissed her neck and she reached over and grabbed my cock through my jeans.

“What do you want?” I asked her, surprised at how direct she was. She was normally so reserved. I guess part of me is still old-fashioned. I don’t expect women, let along a conservative woman, to want sex, but here was one with her hand on my cock.

She reached her other hand over and she worked to unzip me, her fingers fumbling at first before she found the zipper in the folds of my fly and unzipped me. She reached in, sliding her small hand into my pants and through the fly of my boxers, until she grasped my bare cock and pulled it out.

I didn’t say anything, not wanting to break whatever spell was compelling her to act.

She stroked me, squeezing at first until I was fully erect, spreading my precum up and down my shaft. I reached over to her and put my hand between her shoulder blades under her long dark hair. She looked down at my cock as if surprised to see her own hand there. It was the second cock she ever felt grow hard in her hand. Mentally I compared myself to her husband who I had never seen, wondering how his size and shape differed from mine. I pulled her down with just a hint of encouragement and she slowly lowered her mouth down to my cock until I felt her hot breath on my tip.

She took a moment, but soon sucked the pool of precum off before taking more of me into her mouth. I wanted to fuck her again, but knew we couldn’t be away from work that long. Instead, I moved my hand down her back and under the waist of her jeans to her ass, feeling her bare skin.

He teeth caught me under my sensitive circumcised cock-head. She wasn’t practiced at giving head if she’d even ever done it before. My hand continued to cup and squeeze her ass. I wondered if my cock was the first she had tasted and the thought countered the contact her teeth occasionally made with my glans. I imagined teasing her tight little brown asshole, taking my time to tease her until I worked my cock inside her virgin ass. In truth, I didn’t know if she had ever had anal sex, but from what I understood of her marriage, arranged by her parents and loveless after the kids, I couldn’t imagine they ever had. I wanted to own her in a way he husband hadn’t. I wanted to mark her, claim her. When she was old, I wanted her to remember how my cock made her feel.

I was close. The last time I had my cock sucked in a car, I was a teenager and this whole experience had me feeling like one: A rushed seemingly inexperienced woman, pressed for time, terrified we would be caught, and I didn’t care about any of it.

“I’m going to cum,” I said, as she continued to bob her head up and down my cock. I felt my hot cum surge up my shaft and when the first shot hit her mouth she moaned which became a hum, vibrating my pulsing cock. I felt her conflicted mouth on me as she decided what to do with my cum. She pulled up and I thought she might let it dribble out all down her chin and over my pants but then she moved back down and swallowed before letting me drop from her mouth with a gasp.

We sat there for a minute. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to call work and say, something, some excuse. I kept trying to think of ideas, any excuse. I wanted to take her to the city to a nice hotel, get a room, and eat her out until she begged me to stop. Then I wanted to fuck her, feel her warm cunt around my cock, fill her with my cum again, and send her back home with it still inside her as I had the last week.

“We should get back,” she said, “You should zip up your pants.” My cock was still out. I realized the front of my pants were soaked with her spit and my cum. I zipped up and tried to clean myself up.

We drove back to the office, making our meeting with minutes to spare. I wanted to fuck her again, but it would be a weeks before we had another chance.

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Part 3
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Things had slowed down a bit since the blowjob in her Range Rover. Part of it was work, we both had a lot to do. My read on the other part was she was coming to terms with the big changes she’d initiated in her life. Fucking me once was a mistake, but twice with perhaps a plan for more was a fundamental change to her own self-image. As for me, I was trying not to think about it. Sex with her was amazing and we were both adults. What was wrong with having a little fun?

The project director announced a happy hour at a local chain where somebody knew somebody so we could get a deal, meaning the party was more to fill an obligation to have a party than to have actual fun. It was one of those places with stuff on the walls that defined good as big drinks and obscene amounts of food. I had some things to tie up after work so I arrive late. There was an open bar, we had landed a new contract, and so there was a very good
showing. My work wife was sitting at a side table.
“Are you drinking?”

“Yeah,” she said.

She told me once that she didn’t drink, but that her father did and her husband did behind her back despite a pre-marital promise to abstain.

“What are you drinking?”

“Whiskey.”

“Whiskey?”

She shrugged, “it’s just one.”

“I guess I’ll have one too,” I said.

We chatted with other co-workers as I watched her nurse the whiskey slowly. She wasn’t drunk, but she was bubbly and loose in a way she rarely was. She laughed more. She was more comfortable and relaxed than I’ve ever seen her. As for me, I tried to drink slowly, but the more I drank the more I wanted to drink. By the time I ordered another one, I already had a good buzz. I made a circuit through my peers, chatting, catching up, and celebrating with the team. Soon I knew it was time for me to go. I said my goodbyes and made my way to the restroom. I took a piss, washed my hands, and exited with the full intention on going to my car and then going home.

Opening the door, I came face to face with my work wife. We spent a moment frozen by the other’s gaze until we both took a step and into an embrace. We held each other for what felt like hours, our hearts beating hard in our chests. My limbs felt heavy. I had developed a deep animalistic sense of her, a territoriality. Our inhibitions were both lowered and we quickly found ourselves kissing, our tongue’s dancing in each other’s mouths. We walked back to the end of the hallway. That at any time a coworker could come by and catch us charged the air around us. I kissed her, soft but deep and I felt her melt in my arms. She moaned. Sliding my hand up her thigh to her waist and insinuating my fingers between her skin and the elastic of her panties before moving down through her thick patch of pubic hair to her slick, wet labia. I rubbed her as I ground my hardening cock into her thigh. She gasped. I reached under her dress with both hands and pulled her panties down and off her. She stepped out of them and I put them in my pocket.

I continued to probe her wet pussy with my fingers, teasing her clit. I spoke in firm truths, “I’m going to drive you home. I’m going to stop to get us a hotel and a give you a proper fuck.”

She held onto my arm to support her weight as her knees weakened. “Fuck,” she whispered , “I want you so much.”

“Give me your phone,” I said and she handed it over. I turned it off. Her husband tracked her whereabouts via Find My Friends, but with the phone off it wouldn’t update her location. It would look like she was here and her phone had died.

We left the bar out the back and made our way to her car and drove to a nearby hotel. Along the way, I continue to tease her pussy.

“Rub yourself,” I said, continuing my commands.

She didn’t say anything.

“Rub your pussy,” I said again.

She tentatively moved her hand to he thigh.

“Finger your fucking pussy for me,” I said finally.

She started, slowly at first, before getting more and more into the act. My cock strained against the fabric of my suit pants and my precum soaked my boxers.

We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel with me telling her not to make herself cum. Getting out of her car, I saw that she had soaked through the back of her dress and that her seat might have had some of her juices on it. The steering wheel and gear shifter certainly did from where I touched them as I drove. We would need to clean up before she returned the car to her home.
We entered the hotel and were met the front desk by a small, young, mousy woman, with short brown hair and glasses. I requested a room for the night with not much availability. We were able to get an executive suite for $350 a night. a high price, but I paid it gladly despite knowing we wouldn’t use it all night. My work wife would still need to get home. I requested an intimacy kit as well and expected a look from the woman at the front desk, but she was professional and discrete. If she knew anything about who we were or why we were there she didn’t let on. She finished processing us, got us the kit, and we were on our way.

On our way up to our room, I inspected the intimacy kit which included two condoms, “natural” lubricant, and a bandaid. While I wanted to come in her again, to fill her up, I know it wasn’t a good idea. We were playing with fire as it was and a pregnancy would ruin her life. We never talked about birth control, we never planned to have any of the sex we had, but I suspected she wasn’t on anything—why would she be? I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the only sex she’d had since her boys were born.

When we got into the room, she turned and dropped to her knees, unzipping my pants and deftly freeing my cock. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked me. Since it wasn’t our first time, she knew a bit more of how I liked it. She looked up at me with big, full, brown eyes, slowly working my shaft in and out of her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair. She was going grey and dyed it was henna giving the appearance of red silk thread woven into her long hair. I walked backwards to the bed, chuckling as she managed to crawl along the floor while keeping me inside her mouth. She laughed too and I almost slipped out, but she recovered. Once seated on the bed. I unzipped her dress and worked to undress her as much as I could without disengaging myself from her sucking.

“Get on top of me so I can lick you,” I said, “I want to taste you.”
She stood and I laid back on the bed and she moved to sit on my face.

“Keep sucking my cock,” I said as we maneuvered into a sixty-nine.
I hadn’t licked her since our first time together in her car, but here on the bed we had the space and time to fully appreciate the act with each other. Several times I felt myself wanting to cum, but I willed myself to hold back, distracting myself to keep the moment from ending.

The motion of her riding and the slickness of her juices cause my hands to shift, bringing my slick thumb closer and closer to the pucker of her asshole until soon it was gently rubbing the tight little brown ring. In my lust I took her lack of objection as an invitation to experiment more, placing my index finger at her anus and applying light pressure. She stoped sucking for moment and I panicked before she moaned deeply around my cock. Soon I was in to my first knuckle. With my other hand I spanked her ass. She lifted up off my cock and moaned and shook violently, coming from the combined pleasure of my tongue on her slit and my finger in her ass.

When she recovered, I gently withdrew my finger from her ass and reached over to the night stand to retrieve the condom, passing it to her to unroll over my cock.

I urged her to move forward. She slid down and was soon riding my cock in a reverse cowgirl. With each trust I felt her pussy quiver around me. Even the small about of alcohol she consumed relaxed her. For the first time it like I was with the real her, the woman I’m not sure anyone got to see. She started to assert herself, fucking me back and moaning freely. I tightened my grip on her, kissed her harder, bit her. She scratched me. I said “fuck” between clenched teeth. She said something in Punjabi.I slapped her ass again and she bucked.

I marveled as I watched her pink and brown lips swallow my white cock and again inched my finger to her ass, teasing her as I slowly slid it inside. Soon I was again up to the first knuckle of my index finger when I asked, “Do you want to give me your ass?” I asked and I felt her tense and release around my finger but didn’t say anything.

“Do you want to give me your virgin ass?” I asked, growing bolder.

She moaned but still didn’t say anything in reply.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” I said, my cock still deep within her, “I’m going to fuck you in your tight, little, virgin, asshole.” I said slowly rotating my finger to begin to stretch her out. “I’m going to own your ass.” I spanked her with my other hand and felt my finger slide fully inside. I slowly withdrew my finger and moved to disengage from her as she stayed kneeling on the bed. I was so turned on and knew I wouldn’t last long but I was determined.

She stayed kneeling as I got on my knees behind her and I positioned my cock at her ass. I slowly pushed forward and she started to moan and cry and try to speak as she felt my cock start to work its way inside.

“Oh, fuck, I’m in your ass. I’m in your fucking ass.” I said.

She moan more and said “fuck. fuck. fuck.”

“Rub your clit for me.”

And I felt her move her hand under her and rub herself furiously, her nails occasionally scratching my balls.

I only got part way in before it was all too much and I lost control, my balls boiled over and soon I was filling the condom with my cum. As I feel back from exhaustion, she came again before collapsing in her own heap in front of me.

Some time later I woke up to her panicked searching for her things. It was midnight, well past when she said she would be home, the spell had been broken.

“I have to go,” she said. “I can’t believe we did that,” she said.
I felt every emotion in that instant, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it.

“We can’t do that again,” she said, and closed the door, hurrying back to her life, her worried and angry husband, her kids. I sat alone in the room and thought through everything that had happened and everything that would happen. I didn’t sleep.

The next day she was professional, but distant. I gave her space. Within the month an email was sent that she was going to work remotely. She was moving several states away. When she said goodbye was hugged and it was hard for both of us to leave it only as that. We still work together. It’s remarkable how easy it is to move on when you pretend nothing happened. She’s still married, she still seems content, and I am the exception to the arrangement of her marriage.

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