Reader be aware; this is a story within a story. This story is about a man named Brian who is writing a story about two fictional characters named Yvette and Stuart. Brian's co-worker is named Evelyn. Evelyn is intrigued by reading Brian's story.
Certain passages that begin with the term [Open Doc] indicate that a character is reading a story. The term [Close Doc] indicates that the character has finished reading.
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On the one hand Brian felt a secret glee that he uncovered Evelyn as his mystery lover. On the other hand he felt guilty for not telling her as soon as he found out.
All along he suspected that the late night phone calls he received were from her. It couldn't have been a coincidence when he saw the woman wearing the same turquoise, yellow and green floral print mini-skirt he had seen Evelyn wear to work several times. She could have chosen any article of clothing to wear when she texted her semi-nude selfies to him.
He wondered then as he did now whether she was dropping hints along the way so he would discover her secret. He didn't know her well enough to determine that. He always thought she was very smart; she was after all an accountant. You can't be a stupid accountant! But then again, he knew several people who were very smart book-wise, but not so smart in life.
When he returned to work Monday he met Evelyn in the office kitchen. She was wearing a cream colored mini-skirt and dark blue blouse. He recognized it as the same outfit his mystery woman wore for one of her selfies.
He bit his lip as he took in her form and said, "Good morning! How was your weekend?"
She turned toward him showing a frown which quickly turned into a weak smile.
"Good morning," she said quietly.
Brian ignored the cool greeting and went to the sink to wash his hands. He figured she would return to her normal friendly self in her own time. He didn't push her.
She turned to the refrigerator and placed her box lunch inside.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye and tried to think. She knew she would feel awkward upon seeing him and now she felt it. Ever since her self-revelation when his image popped into her head while masturbating she was feeling a little sad. She loved her husband madly but she now came to the conclusion that sex with her husband was no longer the thrill she once thought.
Brian left the kitchen and she sighed heavily. After washing her own hands she went to her desk. Her ruminations on her husband and her marriage continued as she got to work.
Late that afternoon she received an email from Brian.
-The latest chapter. Tell me what you think.
-B
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[Open Doc]
Yvette led her husband into the dimly lit office in the factory. When she opened the door, she grinned slyly at him and slipped through the door.
"What are we doing here?" her husband said irritably. "Why did you insist on bringing me here?"
"Come inside and I'll show you," she said from the darkness.
He stepped through the door and squinted at the dimness. He reached for the light switch and gasped softly when Yvette slapped his hand down.
"We don't need lights," she whispered softly as she wrapped her short curvy body around his. She put her thigh high up on his and pulled him firmly against her. One of her hands pulled against the small of his back. The other snaked into his hair and pulled him to her. She placed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.
He gasped again at her assault and then inhaled sharply when he discovered she was naked.
When she walked through the door she had been wearing a long flowing dress that fell from her shoulders all the way to her ankles. It had long sleeves even though it was a summer dress meant for steamy July evenings.
"How did you get naked so fast?" he asked as she probed his lips with her tongue.
"I didn't wear underwear today," she said with a groan as she ground her pubis against his thigh.
"What?" he said sharply and then gasped as she slipped her hand into his slacks.
In no time he felt his pants fall to his ankles and she was on her knees in front of him. His cock, only now beginning to harden, slipped past her lips and he sighed as she sucked him.
"This woman is not my wife!" he thought to himself as he felt her mouth and tongue stimulating him. "My wife would never do these things! No underwear at work? Naked trysts in a deserted back office?"
Even as this passed through his mind he felt himself becoming immensely excited. The way she was devouring his erection reminded him of his mistress Anne.
Anne was a girl from his workplace who was trying to get ahead. She was very attractive; about 28 years old with blonde hair that she usually wore flowing over her shoulders and a cheerleader's body that she kept in shape.
She decided one day that she wanted to get a raise. She walked into his office and fell to her knees in from of his chair without saying a word. He leaned back and let her suck him into ecstasy and then gave her a raise.
Since then, everything she wanted to accomplish, he had made happen for her; provided she did something new and wonderful for him. Her last exploit was to act as caddy for him and his three buddies on the golf course. She had done the entire eighteen holes naked. After the last ball was sunk, she gave him a memorable blowjob in the back seat of the golf cart while his golfing friends watched.
When they wanted their turns she coolly told them that they couldn't advance her career so, no blowjobs for them.
He was brought out of his reverie when Yvette sucked him all the way into her mouth while worming a finger into his rectum. When she twisted her finger and tickled his prostate he blasted a load of cum into her mouth with a groan.
As she took it all in his knees buckled and he stumbled back against a desk that he did not know was behind him.
She didn't give him time to recover. She pushed him to settle on the edge of the desk and straddled him with her legs wrapped around his back. She stroked him insistently and rubbed his cockhead against her soaking wet labia. Much to his surprise he grew hard again and then he was inside her.
She gasped and panted as she rode him. With an athleticism that he didn't know she had, she molded her body to his as she writhed against him. He leaned partially back and simply closed his eyes as he surrendered to her completely.
Before too long her gasps became grunts and she was slamming herself against him for all she was worth. She put her hands on his head and gripped his hair. He felt excruciating pain but her vagina was milking his cock, squeezing and rippling along the shaft using her internal muscles.
When she climaxed against him, her hands still gripping his hair and her hips undulating against his, he grunted and shot his semen inside her.
For a moment neither of them moved nor spoke. There was only the sound of their ragged breathing as they came down from their highs.
"My God Yvette!" he gasped, "where did you learn to do those things?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said demurely.
She climbed down from his lap and pulled her dress over her head in one fluid motion. When it fell into place she smiled impishly.
"I want to know!" he whispered.
She grinned at him and kissed him hard. When she pulled back she pinched his cheek gently.
"No you don't," she said. "Just like I don't want to know what you and that lovely assistant of yours have been up to."
He sputtered and worked his mouth trying to speak but she pressed a finger to his lips and hushed him.
"Get dressed Darling," she said coyly. "Maybe tonight I'll show you some of the other things I've learned."
His mouth hung open in shock but he pulled his slacks up and followed her out the door. She escorted him to the front of the building and said goodbye.
She walked languidly back to the deserted office and poked her head inside.
"Did you see everything?" she asked into the dimness.
"Yes I did!" Stuart said from the chair in the back corner.
With the lights off, no one would notice him there if he didn't move.
