"I have something I think you'd like."
"What's that?" I asked, my voice taking on a sexy tone I hadn't intended.
"I can show you after work if you like," Raymond smiled warmly at me. It appeared to be an innocent conversation. Our coworkers probably had no idea that his invite to show me something after work was sexually charged. They knew Raymond as a faithfully married man and he was. Well, he almost was. He had been flirting with me incessantly since I had started working there.
"Okay, sounds good!" I tried my best not to wink at him or to show my feelings. I knew how important it was that he maintain his image as a good husband and father. I didn't want to make his life hard. I just wanted to fuck him so much. I needed his older, married dick more than I needed most things in life. His smile haunted me after work and into my dreams. I fucked myself to his image in my mind. I pictured him pumping his cock in and out of my pussy.
"You're better than my wife," he always told me in my fantasies. That made me cum on most nights.
"Great. I'll come by your desk around five then." He looked so eager.
"Okay, great." I smiled warmly and I knew that I couldn't hold back some of the flirtation that had built up inside of me. His hand touched my arm slightly and I could feel the chills run up and down my spine. Just his touch drove me mad. How would I handle it if we fucked? I knew it was wrong. He was married. I shouldn't be feeling this way.
I headed back to my desk and tried to get through my work, which was difficult. I looked over at Raymond often and smiled to myself. He was my dirty, little secret and I was his. We hadn't had sex yet but all the signs were there. He had told another coworker that he would totally fuck me and that information had been passed on to me. I played with that information in my mind as I thought about him taking control of me. I couldn't wait for work to be over so he could show me whatever he was going to show me. I hoped it was his dick.
I was counting the minutes until it was time to go. I was getting nervous when 5 o'clock came and went. I looked over to where Raymond usually worked and he wasn't there. Had he left without me? I started to panic. I checked my phone to see if he had texted me anything. There was nothing. The time crept by and I pretended I was still working as I waited for Raymond to show. What if he didn't show up? Just when I was about to give up I heard his voice.
"Here there, beautiful. Sorry, I'm late. I had an issue I needed to deal with. Are you still up for checking this out with me?"
"What exactly are we checking out?"
"It's a bit of a surprise and I'm going to have to ask you to trust me."
"Trust you?"
"Yeah. You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes," I felt a warm flush settle over my body. I wanted to fuck him so badly. I wondered if everyone could tell as he waited for me to gather my purse and my phone before we walked side by side to the door.
"Bye Natasha!" Raymond called to the girl who worked the front desk.
"Bye!" she called back and I noticed the slight flirtation in her voice. Was I really getting jealous over a man I wasn't even fucking? He was married! What was I even doing?
"Come on," Raymond gestured to me. "I want to show you my truck. It's the kind of truck that girls your age really like."
"What do you mean by that?" I giggled.
"It's lifted. You like to go off-roading?"
"I've never done that before."
"Maybe I misjudged you. I thought you liked a rough, bumpy ride." Now I could see that he was flirting as he led me to the passenger side of his truck and opened the door for me like a gentleman. He helped me up into the truck, grabbing my ass and pushing it upward toward the seat.
"This is high!" I said nothing about his hand on my ass but I could feel the touch radiate through my body until it reached the core of my being. I felt weak and I didn't know if I could hold out much longer. I wanted to give in to him. I wanted him to fuck me so badly and I knew that it was going to happen if I just let it. At least I hoped that it would happen. He ran around to the driver's side and hopped up into the cab.
"You ready to go for a ride?"
"What kind of ride?"
"A hard, dirty one. I know you like that."
"Do you now?"
"I see how you've been looking at me. Come here for a second." He pulled me to him and he kissed me, his married lips on mine. I let it happen, allowing him to kiss me fully. His hands wandered over my body a bit but he pulled away. "Let's go somewhere more private. I don't think the office parking lot is the best idea."
"Yeah," I said stupidly, still dumbfounded from his kiss. I couldn't believe that he had been so cavalier to kiss me in the parking lot of our office. I couldn't believe I was in his truck with him and about to go find a spot to go fuck. This was everything I had wanted and yet I felt so horrible about it. I knew that he was married. I was about to mess with another woman's husband. I knew I shouldn't do it but I wanted it so much. I wanted to feel Raymond pumping his cock inside of me. He turned up the radio and drove to a secluded field. I wondered if he'd driven to this same field before with other girls. I didn't really want to know.
"Here looks good," he laughed nervously.
"So um, was this all you wanted to show me?"
"No, not at all. I was hoping to show you this." He leaned in and kissed me again, this time working his hand up my skirt and into my panties. He expertly fingered me, working my pussy the way only a married man who is desperate for some alternate pussy can. He was hungry for me and so he parted my legs and pulled my panties down, untangling them from my heels before he buried his face into me.
"Wow! I love it!" I exclaimed and I wasn't lying. He did things with his tongue that made my clit dance. I could feel his lust for me and it was so palpable I could almost grab it. I screamed loudly, my entire body shaking with pleasure for him as he ate me out. I hadn't ever been with such an experienced man before and I was starting to wonder what had taken me so long to try an older man. He had a finger in my pussy and he was working it against my G-spot. I screamed as his tongue massaged my clit in ways that drove me crazy. I was pushing him away with my hands because it was too much but he wouldn't let me! He just kept pushing back and making me cum harder! I squealed until he finally stopped, out of breath and panting.
