My first job after college was in a small office. There were 8 people working there, and I liked most of them... except for my boss, Janice.
Janice was a bitch. She seemed to believe that as a manager of a small regional office, she was better than everyone who worked there. My coworkers had their own theories, but I believed that Janice was overcompensating for how miserable her life was. She was a workaholic, didn't have any friends and had let herself go over the years.
The one thing she had going for her was her husband, Brian. He was a good looking guy, but the few times I met him in passing he seemed like a genuinely good man. I felt bad that he was stuck with such an insufferable bitch.
The first time I got to spend a significant amount of time with Brian was at a volunteer event the company sponsored. Janice of course found an excuse not to go, but Brian was there, helping the team distribute food to people in need.
We spent a few hours working together, and I found him to be quite charming. He teased me a little bit, and I found myself a bit flustered when he did. He seemed to enjoy talking to me, and I caught him glancing at my chest on a few occasions. This caused me to start thinking some naughty thoughts.
What if I seduced Janice's husband?
Before finishing our day, I found an excuse to text him my phone number. I anxiously waited to see if he would do anything with it. My heart skipped when he texted me that night, saying that he really enjoyed talking to me. Over the next few days, we texted back and forth.
Unfortunately our texts didn't seem to go anywhere. When I dipped my toe into sexualizing our conversation, he didn't take the bait. I thought about letting this dalliance fizzle out.
Later in the week, Janice came into my office with a look on her face. For a moment I panicked, thinking she found out about my texts, but instead she dropped a stupid report I wrote, told me all the stupid things she thought was wrong with it, then told me to do it all over.
I had to stay late into the night working on this silly project, and when I gave it to Janice the next morning she told me that actually she didn't need it. This put me in a vengeful mood. I knew that Janice needed to stay in the office late that night to prepare for an important client. I got off work and, instead of heading home, I took a little detour.
Brian looked surprised when he opened his door and saw me standing on his front porch with a bottle of whisky.
"Sorry to surprise you like this. You told me you liked Four Roses, so when I saw it in the store I thought of you."
Brian let me in and poured us each a glass. At first both of us were nervous and stifled, but as the drinks were poured and our conversation flowed, we both felt more comfortable. I enjoyed being around him, but I grew frustrated that he didn't make a move or go along with my attempts at flirting.
After spending an hour waiting for him to make his move, I resigned myself to the situation. I said my goodbyes and headed to the door.
Before I could get to the door, I felt Brian grab my shoulder. He turned me around, kissed me and pulled away. We both stood there surprised by what just happened.
"I'm sorry... I thought" he started to say. I leaned in and kissed him. He pressed me up against the door and we started to make out. As his hands explored my body, I felt his hard cock rubbing up against me.
I turned him around so that his back was against the door. I got on my knees and unbuckled his pants. I revealed his stiff, impressively sized cock. As his hands stroked my head I wrapped my lips around it and took it deep into my mouth.
I sucked his cock like a woman on a mission. I desperately wanted this man to experience the best blow job of his life.
I looked up at him with his cock buried in my mouth. His eyes were closed, a cocky grin on his face. I started to bob my head, taking his cock in deeper and faster. His hand directed my head to go even faster, and his groans started to pick up.
"Fuck Jennifer... that feels so fucking good."
