Chapter 2 -- Heidi's Discovery
Heidi awoke the next day feeling happy and sated, and went down to the kitchen to make some breakfast. After she ate, Heidi returned to the bedroom to gather the laundry when she noticed his suit lying in a pile on the floor. Odd, he usually tosses them in the hamper, or puts them on a chair in the corner for her to dry-clean. She picked up the shirt and the scent of a perfume wafted up to her, muskier than hers, and very strong. He could have only gotten that much on him by holding someone very close for a very long time; not just a quick hug.
He was cheating on her.
Heidi's breath came in gasps as she thought of all the times that he stayed late at work, the weekends, the lunch appointments, company trips. How many of those were excuses to fuck some floozy at the office?
"Calm down, honey," she thought. "You need proof before you confront him with it."
She came up with a plan. She pulled out her sexiest black lace lingerie; corset, garters, thigh-high stockings, and stiletto heels. She pulled out her black full-length fur coat, and the outfit was complete. She then booked herself a 'me day' at the spa, complete with up-hair-do for tonight.
Heidi came home at seven, and with butterflies in her stomach, dressed (or undressed) and headed downtown to see her husband.
Day wound down into night and Josh found himself working late again, and with Lilly. The sexual tension was incredible, stretching tighter as the day wore on. After lunch, unable to take any more, he cornered Lilly in the copy room. With one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, he pulled her panties to one side and fucked her hard and fast over the copier. They emerged fifteen minutes later flushed and breathing slightly heavily, but nothing too outrageous.
Now everyone had once again gone home and they were alone in the building. Unable to keep his mind on work, he called her over to his desk and pulled her down into his lap.
"Can I help you with something, Mr. Whitmer?" she said innocently, wrapping her hand around his growing bulge.
"You're driving me crazy!" he hissed, pulling her into a hard, desperate kiss.
"Now, that's just silly," she said between kisses. "I'm not doing anything."
"You have the most incredible body," he said, licking her neck, "The tightest, most amazing pussy I've ever had."
She said nothing as his hands roamed over her body, smoothing the dress off her shoulders, and kissing what flesh he exposed. Josh spent several minutes massaging her breasts, and licking and sucking her nipples.
"Please kiss me lower," she groaned, writhing in his grasp. She stood up, and let her dress fall in a silky pool at her feet. She smoothed her panties off, giving Josh a peep-show view of her pussy from behind. Lilly spun around, and sat on his desk, legs kicked wide, ready for him. "Please, I need you," she begged.
Josh licked a wet line up her inner thighs, ending at her innermost treasure. Her lips were moist with pungent juices, and his tongue teased still more out. He took his time, licking first the outer then the inner lips, until Lilly was writhing on his desk, moaning loudly. He circled around her hooded clit, and it popped free and stood out proudly. Josh homed in on it and sucked on it as he put two fingers up inside her, rubbing her g-spot.
"Oh, God," she screamed. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
She held his head tight to her pussy as her body tensed, an orgasm thundering down on her. Josh kept up the pressure on her clit until she pushed him away, unable to take any more stimuli. Lilly deftly unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down and pushed him down into the chair. She straddled him, and placed his cock at her moist opening.
Lowering herself slowly, she impaled herself on his meat. Lilly's head was thrown back and her lips parted in a sigh as inch after inch of his cock sank into her wet vise-like grip. After getting used to his girth for a moment, she began riding him, picking up speed as she went. She rotated her hips and cried out as his cock rubbed her entire vagina at once, filling her with intense pleasure. The room filled with the sound of the couple's grunting and groaning, and the wet squishing sound of their sex.