It had been days since they had enjoyed each other. Just looking at her made his mouth water and his cock twitch. Thinking of her, from her beautiful eyes and rich hair, her smooth skin, heaving breasts, to tight pussy and her sexy legs, filled his heart with lust for his wife.
Their meetings droned on, and the dull work responsibilities were a poor distraction from their desires.
As his meeting wrapped he couldn't take it anymore. The thought of her so close, at home alone with him, drove him to act. He pulled his clothes off and let his semi rigid cock hang out.
He walked up the stairs, his heart speeding up. There were no voices coming through the bedroom's French doors. He pushed it open and saw her sitting at her desk, scrolling her phone between meetings.
He knew time was short and she would have to once more participate in a boring, monotonous call so he purposely strode across the room. She turned to him and looked up, catching sight of his cock swinging toward her. She knew what he needed, just as she knew she needed it herself.
"No," she giggled, "I have a meeting that starts in a few, I can't."
He stepped forward pulling her face to his as he lowered herself to kiss her. His desire was clear as he placed his hands on her body. She felt her cheeks warm as she kissed back wanting him as much, or perhaps more, than he wanted her.
"I can't," she said again as their kiss broke.
