Disclaimer: I do not own the Office or its characters
This story takes place around season 4's Lecture Circuit, and involves cheating and fantasy situations which always excited me and seem (somewhat possible). This is my first story, so I appreciate feedback. I have a couple other ideas but open to suggestions.
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Karen, Michael, and Pam were sitting in her office in Utica, where Karen had been branch manager since her time in Scranton, her time with Jim, and these two. She was pregnant, which was a noticeable change since the last time Michael had seen her just over a year ago when he was in the same building trying to prevent Karen from poaching Stanley to Utica.
"So is there a man, or a..." Michael droned trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation he had created but characteristically only making it worse. Karen glanced down toward the ground and smiled fondly as if reminiscing about something.
"Yes," she said as she gazed downwards in memory. Then she stuttered in continuation, "Uh, my husband... Dan." Karen grabbed a picture frame sitting next to her and showed it off for Pam, Michael, and the camera crew. Something about her reaction seemed odd to Pam, who noticed the pondering pause and hesitation to offer her husband's name as an answer.
Karen, on the other hand, hoped she had played off her reaction as well as she could, since her husband was in fact not the father. A fact that only her and one other person in the world knew. That person was coming to see her in her office any minute now, which she knew was only delayed by the fact that Michael and Pam were still here... Pam. Karen's secret lover had told her all about the shy, sexy receptionist of the Scranton branch.
He had fucked Pam numerous times, he had told Karen, especially during her single days after breaking off her engagement with Roy and when Jim was in Stamford. She had been quite insatiable according to him, the reserved face of the Scranton branch was quite submissive for nothing more than a big cock. Karen wondered if Pam still thought about her time with him, and an idea popped into her head of them dominating Pam together. Surely it would knock the proud receptionist down a peg or two to be lapping at Karen's pussy while he plowed into her ass. That image, along with the knowledge she was soon going to be bent over her desk, was making Karen very wet.
If only Karen had known these things about Pam back earlier, maybe she would have still been with Jim after all. But she was happy for Pam and Jim, as Pam shared the news that they were engaged. Her initial shock caused by her realization that Pam was ending up with a less than satisfactory performer in the bedroom, as she recalled her sexual past with Jim.
Karen was thankful to finally usher them out of the office and delighted to somewhat rekindle a friendship with Pam, especially since she knew that Pam's mouth would water with jealously if she knew Karen was receiving the same sexual escapades to which Pam used to be privy to. 'I bet she would still fuck him, even now that she's engaged," Karen thought with a smirk and hands on her shapely hips as she watched them leave.
Pam had somewhat forgotten Karen's suspicious reply as she walked out the door of the Utica branch. Michael and her got in the car, with her driving and him in the backseat. Pam backed out of their parking space, headed back to their motel, when her eyes were caught by a familiar license plate, one that was parked outside her house many, many times.
"What is it Pam," Michael asked as Pam looked out her window. Her mind was wandering to the countless nights that car's driver had spent between her legs, the spankings and orgasms he'd given her flooding back to her memory. Pam thought about him often, the best sex she had ever had. It wasn't just his big dick, it was the way he used it, and the way he made her feel. Maybe she could feel like that again, but she was engaged now...
"Pam?"
"Huh? Oh. It's nothing," she responded as she put her foot on the gas. Driving out of the parking lot, eyes locked on the rear-view mirror and the Pennsylvania license plate that read 'WLHUNG'.
As Pam and Michael headed to their motel, Karen Filippelli bent over her desk with her pants and panties pulled down, blinds to her office closed as Todd Packer rammed his big dick into her ass.
"Ungh, you'll... never... guess... who... was... just... here," Karen moaned in between thrusts.
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Todd Packer was resented by many in the office. He was misogynistic, crude, and openly self-centered. Many assumed that the women of the office disliked him for those attributes, but the real reason lay unbeknownst to almost all the male employees. One way or another, Packer had found himself in the pants of almost every woman there. Whether it was good timing, persuasion, or just his endowment, he ended up inside practically all of them.
They could hardly explain how it happened, there was just something about him that exuded confidence and sex-appeal. He was always bragging about his sexual conquests, putting mental pictures in people's minds. Then there was the demeaning of women, and his general unpopularity amongst the men as well as the women.
Angela had found herself wanting to show him who was boss but left his place after doing everything he told her to. First it was the condom being taken off, then it was doggy style instead of missionary, then it was the thumb in her butt. Fucking a dominatrix into submission was Packer's specialty.
Kelly thought that a one-night tryst with Packer would make Ryan jealous and drive him back to her. When Ryan opened his phone to a picture of a huge white cock lodged in Kelly's Indian pussy, spreading her thick brown cheeks, Ryan came running back. Kelly didn't bother telling Ryan that it was Todd Packer's cock fucking her, or that she had received similar treatment every time Packer called.
The stories went on and on for any woman in the office that Packer desired. Which was exactly what he thought about when he met Karen Filippelli, "Jim's girlfriend". Packer already noticed that Karen didn't shy away when he practically met her hips with his during their introduction. The sexy, tan-skinned brunette was going to be his latest in a long line of conquests, no matter her relationship status.
Also on Packer's side was his timing. He could tell Karen was a confident woman, resilient until the end, probably unlike the other ladies in the office. She wore her business vests over a shirt that was unbuttoned just enough to entice the fellas, something he knew she probably got off on. Packer got Karen's number through work and introduced himself under some pretense. Karen responded to his texts surprisingly in a manner not completely negative. 'She's just the latest in a long line of bitches who think they can high-road me," Packer thought.
Karen for her part couldn't help but admit she was intrigued by Packer. Everyone hated him, it was obvious, but she sensed some ulterior reasoning behind those feelings by some in the office. Jim, for one, couldn't stand him. Every time Karen saw Jim talking to Pam in a way that seemed a little too friendly or a moment that lingered a second too long, she thought about how he would feel seeing her do the same with Packer.
Whenever Packer decided to text her, it was when she was visibly or recognizably upset with Jim. This benefitted him because Karen viewed texting him as retribution for what Jim was doing, and he knew it. It wasn't like they flirted, but it was enough mundane and random stuff that developed a level of communication between them. 'The first step to breaking her resolve' Packer thought of it.
They talked about Stamford, since Packer was a traveling salesman, he know her former home well. He feigned interest in some dumb Thai restaurant, that was her favorite. They ranted about the rainy season there. Such were their conversations until Jim told Karen he still had feelings for Pam.
Karen was furious. She was going to drink and try to drown out the horrible feelings of the day with a bottle or two of red wine. After her first one she was buzzing, when she thought about texting Packer. The knowledge that Jim would hate what she was doing right now spurned her on, as well as the fact that she didn't talk to many people in Scranton.
'Good, she sees us as friends,' Packer thought as Karen ranted to him in her texts. Her spelling told him she was indulging herself, so he asked if she had been.
"Through one bottle and opening the next," came her response.
"Need any help with that?" Packer planted the seed. Karen took a big swig out of her glass as she looked at his response. His first time being forward since he prowled around her at their introduction. A lot of feelings began swirling around Karen's mind. It turned her on to think about what would happen if she typed out 'yes'. But she wasn't there yet.
"Todd." She responded in her firm and confident way.
