It was nothing special, I'd actually found it on Facebook Marketplace, $50. A two seater and a three seater matching brown set. Leather they said. It wasn't leather, more vinyl i noted when I collected it.  At the time of purchasing it, I wont lie, it did flicker through my thoughts that I could squirt on this and then wipe it clean, but at that time, I was purchasing it for work for our lunchroom. 

The two seater came to be in my office. 

The husband, you maybe have read about in our other stories. Not my husband. Had met me, after hours in my office for countless rendezvous.  

He was the first to ever fuck me on that couch and the only one. Other people wanted to fuck on it, but it was our couch. I was thankful it was vinyl and I could wipe it clean - so it could be professional the following day for work meetings and pastoral care hui. 

I'd often find myself  smiling, sometimes a colleague would ask what was i smiling about, several times I was close to saying, I made a puddle right where you're sitting less than 12 hours ago, but I didn't. Just say oh nothing or make up an acceptable explanation. 

He'd come into my office , we had an unspoken routine. He'd want his cock honored first, nearly always I'd be pushed to my knees if I wasn't already in that position,  eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Sometimes he'd arrive hard, but when he arrived soft, that actually turned me on more, feeling his cock grow in my mouth, each swirl of my tounge, the licking or sucking motion - whatever strength or speed he was in the mood for me to do, I willingly obliged. Nothing sexier than his cock growing in my mouth, his sudden breathing in and low moans in ecstasy, I'doften cum just at getting him off 😍

Then id take charge , often guiding him to the couch, pushing him down in the middle, in seated position so I could straddle him.

My favourite position was firmly ontop of him, I always worried I may squash him a little, but it never seemed to be a problem. I could cum, multiple times in minutes like this. The best position after a stressful day.

Sometimes I'd go on the balls on my feet. So instead of a grinding motion, I could pop up and down.

Or I'd turn around, pulling my butt cheeks apart, up and down, up and down, sometimes his fingers would play where the shouldn't be, turning me on and bringing me to more heights than I ever knew possible. 

When he'd leave, my brown couch would be a mess. Sometimes I wouldn't clean it right away , I'd take a moment and reflect and remember how amazing the past hour had been.

I guess this short story should be about him, not the couch. 😉