The Affair: Chapter 7 -- An Office Quickie leads to the End
Walter was sitting at his desk at the end of the day. He was slouched in his chair - daydreaming. He was thinking about his wife, Rachel. He still wasn't sure if she suspected him of having an affair. She had confronted him about not being in the office that day two weeks ago and she had found out he was in Horsham instead. She also noticed that he smelled like chlorine. He quickly made up an excuse about meeting a client and apologized for being grungy and went to take a shower. They went out to dinner with friends that night and she never mentioned it again.
He was also contemplating his entanglement with Veronica, or Ronnie as she preferred to be called. It had been two weeks since he and Ronnie were together at her house -- in the pool. They had fucked on a pool float in the water. He ate her creampie. They had lunch and he licked whipped cream off her body. And she did the same to him. He received a tremendous blowjob while she massaged his prostate gland. Wow, what an orgasm that had been.
Nevertheless, Walter was starting to have regrets about beginning this affair with Ronnie. It dawned on him that he was probably having a typical male midlife crisis. He was deeply entrenched in his work. Home life, and especially sex with his wife, had become routine, and frankly boring. He was starting to feel his age. He felt that he needed to shake things up. To reinvigorate his life. He didn't want to buy a Corvette or a Porsche; he was never a hot car guy. Granted, he didn't go out looking to start an affair -- to find someone new he could fuck. But maybe subconsciously, he did feel that way. Therefore, when she came onto him initially, he didn't turn her down. It was wrong to cheat on his wife. He knew he had to break it off with Ronnie. But how? Besides being an alternate lover, she had become a friend, albeit a friend with benefits. And she was also a valued coworker with whom he had to interact from time to time.
Over the past two weeks, Rachel had been acting differently. She was obviously trying to reconnect with him. They have been talking to each other more. She was wearing a new array of slinky, sheer, sexy nighties to bed, rather than formless pajamas that hid her curves. And they had been having more sex. Sensational sex, actually. She must suspect something, he mused. She knows I'm having a midlife crisis and she's trying to reenergize our marriage, and here I am acting foolishly and setting myself on a path that will ruin our marriage.
"I must find a way out of this hole I have dug myself into," he thought. "Although, it is a very nice hole," he chuckled. But he needed to stop this sneaking around and reconnect with his wife, and her hole -- which at one time was the only hole he ever wanted or needed. Their sex play had been incredible lately. He realized that he did not a new hole. The one he married was all that he needed. "I need to find a way to untangle this Gordian knot that I have tied," he murmured to himself.
As Ronnie drew near Walter's office, she noticed him staring off into space. He did not see her approach and stand in the doorway. She stood there for about a minute before she finally spoke. "Well, someone appears to be deep in thought. Or are you just daydreaming about me?"
The sound of Ronnie's voice startled Walter. He sat up straight in his chair and turned towards the door. She was gorgeous, as usual. Her brown, curly hair flowed down to her shoulders. Her smile was bright and wide. Her dress was a muted emerald green with a crisscross top that came to just above her knees. It hugged her body and emphasized her hourglass figure. Walter could image her 34C breasts topped with large, light brown, areolae and thick, pointy nipples.
"It has been two weeks since I have seen you. I just had to stop by your office to see what was going on with you," Ronnie said as she entered the room and closed and locked the door behind her. "I think I know just what will rouse you from your stupor and get you smiling again." She walked behind Walter's desk pushed his chair away from the desk and sat on his lap, facing him. She brought her lips close to his, and initiated a passionate kiss. Walter's right hand, almost involuntarily, moved to her left breast and began to massage it. He could feel the prominence of her stiff nipple poking through the silky dress. He groaned as their tongues battled each other. Ronnie sighed as his stimulation of her nipple, even through the fabric of her dress, aroused her. She broke their embrace and whispered, "I have missed you. I need you to finish me." With that Ronnie slipped her left breast out of the dress and pushed it into his face. Walter began to suckle on her freed tit and lowered his right hand under her dress and started to caress her pussy through her rapidly moistening panties. She began writhing and moaning softly. Walter slipped his index finger around her panties and it slide into her soggy slit. She buried her face into his shoulder and groaned into it as she trembled and climaxed. "Oh, I needed that," she whispered in his ear. "Now, I need to get you done." She stood up and removed her panties. "Now, pull your pants down and I will fuck you on your office chair."
"Wait. You want to do it right here? In my office? During business hours?" Walter questioned.
