Content Warning:
This story involves infidelity and humiliation. It's a fantasy about bad people doing bad things. The beliefs and actions of the characters in no way reflect the actual opinions of the author. If such content bothers you, stop reading now.
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Kelly Ashton's husband stifled a yawn beside her. She didn't blame him. These office parties were always a dreary affair, despite the best efforts of the company. Kelly herself was bored stiff, but at least she had something to look forward to, unlike her husband.
"How much longer do we have to be here?" her husband whispered with a groan.
"Not long now," she replied. "We're just here to make a quick appearance, then we can go."
"Not quick enough."
Kelly smiled and stroked her grumpy husband's hair. She agreed. It was taking too long. Impatience simmered under her skin. They'd been there for forty minutes already, it should have happened by now.
On the opposite end of the table, Marcy gabbed on about her frustrations with the lawyers, seemingly oblivious to the disinterest of her audience. But then, her focus flickered behind Kelly. The briefest hint of a smile flashed on her lips before fading back into the drone of idle chit-chat.
Finally, it happened.
Mechanical chirping rang out, muffled by the leather of Kelly's purse. She hoisted the purse onto her lap and ruffled around inside for her phone. Seeing the name displayed on the screen was like seeing fireworks, and had her husband not been sitting beside her, it would have sent a smile to her lips. Instead, she forced her face into a scowl of annoyance. "Ah, fuck," she grumbled.
"What's up? Who is it?" her husband asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's my mum."
"What?" Her husband sat straight, eyes wide with concern. "Why's she be calling tonight, I thought you told her you were busy? You don't think something happened, do you?"
Kelly felt a flicker of guilt for making him worry, but pushed it away. It was only his overactive imagination at play. "Oh, I doubt it. She probably forgot, or wasn't listening in the first place. You know how she can be, if it's not about her, it's not important." Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Oh, alright then." Her husband slouched back in his seat. "Just ignore her. Call back tomorrow."
"The last time I did that, I got fifty terrified texts in ten seconds. I don't want to worry her." Kelly stood and kissed her husband on the lips. "I'll be back in a minute."
"A minute? Your mother? I'll believe that when I see it." He smiled his sweet smile, "I'll miss you, Kelly-bean."
"I'll miss you too, dear." She returned his affection with another kiss, before turning and walking away. When her eyes caught on a newly vacant seat, it sent a flutter of excitement through her heart. Once in the hallway where her husband's gaze couldn't follow, her pace quickened. Legs shuffling as fast as the tight dress and high-heels would allow. Another left into another hallway, and finally, her suppressed joy came free.
Thomas Gale leaned against the wall in a crisp black suit, phone in hand. When his eyes met hers, he smiled and pocketed the device. She launched herself at him. Lips connected in a furious passion, hands wandered up and down, and gratification rumbled from their throats.
"Jesus, you took your sweet time!" Kelly gasped as she came up for air.
"Well, you and your husband looked so happy together, I couldn't bear to tear you two apart," Thomas replied with an itch of laughter. His hands wrapped around her back and dug into the soft flesh of her bottom as he pushed her against the wall.
Kelly laughed. "Fuck you, Tom."
Tom's lips disconnected from hers and moved to her ear. "Sounds fun, but what would your husband think?" He nipped at her earlobe before moving to her neck.
Kelly melted as his lips hit her neck. A moan escaped her throat too suddenly to stop it. "Oh, god, Tom, just shut the fuck up," she whined. The ache in her body had been building since morning, and now that the time had arrived, she couldn't bear the wait any longer.
"But I thought you liked my voice," he teased. His voice was silky, confident, and gained a delicious husk when aroused. Had it not been for that voice, she might never have broken her marital vows. Right now, however, his voice was the least important thing about him.
"I didn't come here to talk, Tom," Kelly hissed. Her impatience had reached a boil. Every second longer they waited was another second wasted. Tom came up from her neck and pulled his hands away.
"Very well then." He turned the knob of the door beside them and pushed it open. "Ladies first."
Kelly slunk into the dark office. The second she passed the boundary of the room, before the door could be closed, the hem of her dress was above her hips and her plump bare ass touched the stuffy office air. At the desk, she shoved Marcy's nametag and a stack of papers to the side with a silent thanks to her friend. Her purse dropped to the floor as she leaned onto the cheap wooden desk with her ass thrust out, presenting herself to the doorway behind her.
Tom flicked the light on as he entered the room, but the door didn't click shut behind him. It was dangerous to do this with the door wide open, but telling him to close it would waste more precious seconds, so Kelly said nothing. "Mmm. My my, not even wearing panties today? You flatter me, darling!" He caressed her bottom before giving it a quick, sharp smack.
Kelly gasped and then giggled. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but that was my husband's idea. I promised him a good time if he came with. So he told me not to wear anything underneath my dress."
Tom grunted in disappointment as he fiddled with his belt. "Husband, husband, husband," he said as his pants and boxers fell to the floor, "You can't go two sentences without mentioning your husband, can you?"
"What can I say," Kelly shrugged, "he's a big part of my life." She gasped as Tom ran the tip of his cock over her wet lips, and gasped louder as it excited her clit.
"Not big enough, apparently," Tom muttered. He pushed his hips forward, and his sizeable cock disappeared into her. Kelly wanted to roll her eyes at the double entendre, but ended up rolling her eyes back in gratification. Her eyelids fluttered and a lengthy moan came from her chest as her body took in the long gorgeous shaft. After two weeks of only her husband, having Tom inside her was so very refreshing. When he was fully nestled inside her, a smile grew on her face and she exhaled a breath she had been holding since she awoke that morning. His hands gripped her hips, and he began to thrust. In and out, her smile grew until it couldn't grow any more.
She pushed several strands of hair from her face and continued the conversation as if nothing was happening, "You know, just because you're bigger than he is, doesn't mean you're better."
"Oh yeah? If he's better, why aren't you here fucking him?" Tom taunted through grit teeth. Soft smacks reverberated around the room as their hips collided.
"I didn't say he was better, either," she said. "Just that bigger doesn't mean better. That's all." She shoved her hips backwards, groaning as she felt him deep.
"So, I am better, then," Tom laughed. His left hand smacked her ass again, before snaking down between her legs. Fingers rolled over and around her clit, making her moan even louder.
"Oh, god yes!" she whispered. "I mean, no. I mean, maybe. Maybe you're better, maybe you're not. But you'll never know." In truth, neither man was better than the other. They were different enough to be incomparable; each offering something the other could not. All that mattered was the pleasure, and there was plenty with each.
Tom scoffed. "Like I said, if he was better than me, why would you be sneaking away to fuck me instead of him?" He thrust into her harder and faster, as if to prove his superiority.
Kelly's skin was alight with glee as Tom's cock pounded into her. A stream of steady moans came from her throat, getting louder with each passing second. She looked over her shoulder, first at Tom, then past him to the wide open doorway. She wondered how far her voice carried. To the end of this hallway? To the end of the next? Could any partygoers listen in from the party itself? She didn't care who heard her as long as it wasn't her husband. Surely her voice couldn't carry that far. But if he got up, if he got bored with Marcy's tales and came looking... He would be witness to his dearly beloved wife moaning on another man's cock. That thought sent dread down her spine, and something else too. A thrill. A magnificent thrill.
But if she was discovered, the thrill would be destroyed, and her life along with it. When the next moan escaped her, she shoved her hips backwards. His cock went as deep into her as possible before she pulled forward and let it slip out. She wheeled around to face Tom, gave him a brief kiss, and hoisted herself onto Marcy's desk, spreading her legs wide. Tom slid back inside her and resumed his previous rhythm. The desk underneath her rattled and shook as he fucked her, drowning out her quiet sigh of relief.
Kelly clamped her limbs around him, and launched into a kiss of hateful ferocity, using his lips to drown out her groans of bliss. After a minute of indulging her, he pulled his face away and looked into her eyes. "So, are you just going to ignore my question, or do I need to ask it again?"
Kelly moaned in frustration, "Jesus Christ, Tom. Fine. You're better than he is, you're the goddamn king of sex. Is that what you want to hear?"
"It's certainly nice, though I could do without the attitude," Tom chuckled. "But nah, now I'm curious. What do you get out of this?"
