My boss, Mr. Atolagbé, was giving the usual goodwill and thank you speech at the office at the end of the work week. The week had been terrific in terms of input and output, and you could see my boss glow with pride in his employees. He was such a man. He loved work thoroughly and loved him more who did it thoroughly. A disciplinarian on all corners.
I reclined on my chair, watching him speak to the audience after work on Friday. His smile was to die for, his charisma, compassion, persuasiveness, insight on things within and far beyond work, and numberless other things made me fall flat to my face for him. We have begun a rather intense office love for some two months now that was as difficult to stop as it was to manage. I bounced glances around my colleagues in the room and wondered if any of them there could so much as have smelt a whiff of their highly disciplined boss having nonstop sexual relations with the sweet-smiling, innocent-looking, young and newlywed executive sitting before them. This chuckle-worthy thought fluttered me a little inside.
“Ms. Cecil, could you be so gracious as to stay back a few minutes to look over some files with me?”
I nodded, smiling, and remained in my seat while the rest of the staff filed out of his office.
“Bernie, look now, I’m out of time. Hubby is already downstairs waiting for me,” I told him pleadingly.
He smiled, discarding my plea offhandedly, as he reached behind me to unzip my skirt.
“Sorry, but my dying want powerfully trumps his right now,” he said.
My tight-fitting knee-top skirt slipped over my hips and crashed to the floor around my feet. Bernie also slid my white thong down my buttocks with his fingers to my knees.
He bent me over and ran his finger along the line where my pussy lips joined. I parted my feet a little invite him in as he slid a finger gently into my fuckhole. He kept sliding his finger in and out until I grew very damp.
“Hurry,” I said, “I can’t stand him up for much longer, you know.” Bernie then unzipped his pair of pants to release his man-tool.
He held his naked cock in hand and ran the tip up and down my pussy lips until the tip was wet with my juice. Then he entered me with a decent impetus.
He froze inside of a moment and now withdrew. A muffled groan expired from my lips. He then entered me again and began pumping in and out of me with more zest. I moved my waist so I bent over lower and could enjoy the angle from which he came into me.
The faster that Bernie abused my pussy, the nearer I felt his climax. I clenched my walls tightly around him and braced my hand against the
desk. He grabbed my hips and pulled me even closer to his deep strokes. With one last series of forceful thrusts, he clutched me tightly as he emptied his loins into hot wetness.
When he was done shooting his load, I pulled away and crouched in front of him to wipe him clean with my tongue before tucking his cock back into his pants. I pulled up my thong and skirt, zipped up and hurried out of Bernie’s office.
“What kept you, honey? You were a while in there,” My husband, Daniel Cecil, asked as I hopped into the passenger’s seat of the car.
“Just had to look over some files with my boss, is all,” I said, as I leaned in to plant a sticky kiss on Daniel.
There was really nothing remarkable about the drive home. This lengthened an otherwise short journey. I used the drag of time to reminisce on the quickie I just enjoyed with Bernie. While it was fun, I could not achieve orgasm. I wasn’t much disappointed, it all went down too fast. I wasn’t bothered, plotting rather to have Daniel do the honour.
As Daniel and I got in the house, I made straight for the bedroom to wash off the dirty betrayal cascading down my legs. I heard Daniel follow into the room behind me.
“Babe, care to wash the day off with me?” I called out to my husband.
Daniel made no audible answer but in seconds, he entered into the shower with me, all skin and nothing clothes. I smiled at him. He had never been such a man to say no when my body was the question.
In no time at all, my husband and I were necking under the shower as water rolled down our bare flesh. He twirled me around and positioned himself behind me like Bernie did me a while ago.
It turned me on to no end just anticipating him after Bernie, imagining two large morsels of quickie made up one full plate of sex.
Daniel’s dick, already at full mast, rode into my slippery depth. I was still damp from being banged by Bernie and plotting to be fucked by my Daniel.
He grabbed my neck from behind with his right hand as he pumped in and out of me. I brought down one hand to stroke my pussy as we fucked. I was screaming and crying out in no time, mixing the noise with the splatter of water on the ground.
I began stroking myself even harder as Daniel pounded me deeper, I bit my lips as I exploded hard around him. He did not stop let up his pounding and assaulting of my pussy.
I held on tightly to the faucet as my husband’s thrusts grew more rapid. I squeezed my walls around him which made him groan deeply and with a few more urgent thrusts, he shot his cumload up inside my belly. I grinded my ass against him, reached down to stroking my pussy again so I could climax right along with him.
We both cleaned each other off in the shower, then regaled ourselves to a cozy evening under the sheets before suppertime.
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