...her voice quivered, torn between lust and desire but worry and hesitation.

“I’m not sure” she whispered…..

It was the classic moment when two of us wanted it, forbidden desire, and the one deciding person was on the fence. 

My head spinning, knowing it was wrong to peer pressure, knowing I hadn’t slept a night without him - the husband, corrupting my dreams. I was so close…..but yet, so far.

Moral highground won, I did the right thing, I got out of the car, merrily saying “no worries, raincheck” acting like it was no skin off my nose.

They drove off. I could tell he was annoyed, the wheel spun and accelerated confirming he was as frustrated as I was…..

I stumbled into my home, disappointed but not broken, somehow a quiet confidence telling me, he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I climbed into bed, rousing my own husband, who took full advantage of my relaxed drunken, wet and ready state, fulfilling his desire and needs.

Bzzzzz Bzzzzz, I was awoken by my phone vibrating…I checked this hadn't woken my very satisfied sleeping husband….. Who on earth was messaging me at this hour I wondered….

I reached over and grabbed my phone, there it was, a text, simple and straight to the point.

“You Keen?”

It was him. 

Those two words had me squeezing my legs together as tingling ran through my body.

I wanted to reply YES YES YES, but had to maintain my poise,

“Could be…” 

I put my phone down, running my hands over my very erect nipples, i was on fire, every nerve and sense heightened by pure lust and infatuation,  Just those words, coupled with the anticipation over the past few weeks, coupled with our very close call hours earlier- his hand running over my leg, there was no way I could say no……

Somehow we bantered. I don’t remember much of what was said, but we discovered we wanted the same thing.  A plan was hatched. I’d work late on Monday night,

He would pop in. While I was in my office, alone.

We would kiss, see if the spark was there, see if we connected sexually as much as we thought we would.

That was the longest Monday, minutes dragged. Time stood still.

At last the last person left, night fell, and I pretended to be busy in my office….

7pm, he should be here. I tried not to look too keen. 

Then I saw him, on the security camera, through the parking lot and through the backdoor as planned, small town we had to be careful.

It was so wrong, but yet, felt so right.

We kept the lights low, and as he came through my office door, I went to kiss him, leaning in , I braced myself for this moment I’d been dreaming of….. He firmly, abruptly and with confidence and power pushed me to my knees while simultaneously dropping his shorts and wrapping my ponytail around his hand, guiding and dominating me into position and without a word spoken, my mouth opened as his cock was pushed to the very back of my throat.

I was powerless to him, I could have refused, i felt safe (and for the PC police, consentual) but he owned me, in a moment, as a powerful business woman who managed people and was always in charge, I was subdued. He controlled the rhythm, tears welling in my eyes, mascara streaking down my face, my perfect corporate makeup, destroyed - i looked up at him, desire and want filled his face, his eyes looking into my soul. We knew, we had found it, someone as dirty and devious as ourselves. Could he be the one to keep up with me?

My mouth was a mess, saliva and drool mixed with precum as he continued to pump my mouth, looking down at me, his eyes told me he was checking he wasn't pushing too far. I was in heaven, his cock was big, thick with length, so sexy, and for a long time - years,, I’d only had white cock, I had forgotten how sexy black cock was. 

Still fully dressed, I began cumming, from giving HIM a blowjob. Through my panties and skirt, wetter than I remember ever being. I didn't give a thought about my workplace carpet and the mess I would have to clean up, I was in the moment.

I began to remove my clothes, my mouth very much attached to him, he marveled at how wet I was, I remember a cheeky comment he made about finding a squirter…..he lay down and finally I was able to take a breath and kiss him.

Cher got it right - ‘ it’s in his kiss’ , his mouth touched mine as I straddled him, on the balls of my feet so I could bounce up and down on this amazing cock, the moment he entered me, I saw the light. The intensity of my orgasm will never be forgotten, we continued to fuck, in a wet sloppy primal mess, no talking needed, just feeling each other and moving in motion.

Lost in ecstasy, we were brought back to reality when my phone alarm went off. I'd set a timer, just incase our meet and greet went well. Time was up. He needed to go home to his wife, me to my husband. We dressed quickly and he slipped out the door and into the night.

I looked down at the ravaged warzone my professional office resembled, the smell of sex and body fluids, the wet carpet and my drenched clothes. A smile that to this day is still there, as the day I found my match.

As the evening went on, my thoughts reminicing about earlier, but they also dwindled when thinking of Natalia. My twisted mind knowing we needed to have a 3some so I could fuck her husband again without any guilt. My fantasies turned to wanting to watch them fuck. He was impressed with my wetness, I wondered how wet he made her.

I knew she was a little bit curious but not fully immersed, id whispered to him I wanted to lick his wife's pussy, taste her, I wanted him to watch me please her , I wanted him watching me.....

Would we get our threesome.....?

Would he meet me again?

Patience our readers...... this is only the beginning.

....to be continued