Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.
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I was mired deep in the review of a new contract with a distributor on Wednesday morning when my cell phone rang.
I flipped it open and spoke, "Hello?"
"Hi, babe," came the disjointed sultry voice that I immediately recognized. "Do you know who this is?"
"Oh, yeah! You didn't think I'd forget that easily, did you?"
She laughed. "Well, I had hoped you wouldn't. But with all that pussy you were getting, I thought I might have gotten lost in the shuffle."
"No way, sweet lady. How are you?"
"Horny as hell," she replied. "And you?"
"Doing well, thanks. What can I do for you?"
"Well . . . my husband's out of town and his secretary went with him. That means he's screwing her head off every night they're out. So, I figured what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I need some lovin'. Are you interested?"
"Sweetie, you know it! When and where?"
"When do you get off work?"
"About six o'clock or maybe 6:30."
"Then how about seven at your place?"
"Sounds good to me."
"I'll be waiting for you."
When her phone clicked to break the connection, I realized I had completely lost interest in the contract. Even though I went back to it, I couldn't concentrate and for more than an hour, I kept rereading the same clause over and over. Finally, knowing that the important bases were covered, I scribbled my signature to it and dropped it back in the envelope to my attorney for finalization.
The rest of the day was a complete drag. I spent several hours working with the folks out in the warehouse, getting a backlog of orders packed and ready for shipping by UPS. When the driver arrived just after five o'clock, we helped him load one of our biggest ever shipments into his truck.
Back in my office, I spent the next 90 minutes cleaning up paperwork and reviewing a couple of sales proposals my outside salesmen had pitched to customers. In reality I could barefly concentrate and at 6:38, I locked up the building and gratefully headed for home.
Sherri was waiting for me when I pulled into my driveway. Before I had even stopped my car, she was out of the door of her car and came running back to greet me. As I stood up, she planted a big wet smooch on my lips and pressed her body into mine. I could just visualize her stripping and attacking me right there in the semi-private driveway.
But she didn't. She let me turn her toward the house and we walked inside arm-in-arm.
Just inside after closing the door, I turned her back to me and we embraced again, our lips locked together forming the only boundaries for our wildly gyrating tongues.
When we finally broke apart several minutes later, I said, "Mmmm, baby, that is a great greeting. What's the plan?"
"I don't care," she said, "just so long as we fuck really soon. I am hot and horny, sugar. I need your attention."
"You've got all of it," I replied, leading her down the hallway to my bedroom.
We both kicked off our shoes and Sherri started to pull off her blouse. I let her but tugged her over so I could sit on the edge of the bed with her standing between my legs. As soon as she dropped her bra, I began kissing her breasts, licking the underside where the angry red lines of her bra showed against her pale skin. I narrowed my kisses down until I centered on her distended nipple, pulling it with my lips as I commenced to suck.
Sherri put her arms around my neck and tugged my head closer to her breasts, mashing my face against her large globes. Every few minutes I swapped tits, intent on giving equal treatment to both. Her soft feminine fragrance filled my nostrils and added to the sexual attack on my brain.
