It was Wednesday morning and going to sleep the way we had left me restless much of the night and horny as hell. I'd had any number of weird dreams that included combinations of my wife, Diane and Trina. Some in the boat, some in the park and one even in a furniture store, trying out a bedroom set. Yeah, I know. I have a huge imagination. Regardless of the dreams, I was horny as hell and when I saw my wife come out in a rather short dress, I couldn't help but walk over to her and hug and kiss her. And of course, fondle her butt under the skirt. I wasn't sure she was going to enjoy it, but as turned on as I was already, I didn't stop to think everything through.
I slipped my hands into the back of her underwear and pantyhose, pushing them both down to bare her butt. But I didn't stop there, I continued to push them down all the way to her thighs, getting an expected protest from her. I ignored the protest, pushed her back to the kitchen table and then practically forced her to sit on the edge of the table while I reached down and lifted under her knees. She squealed as my lifting hands forced her to lay back on the table and her legs in the air. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she cried loudly, not angrily, but almost laughing.
"Getting ready for breakfast!" I answered as I reached up and pulled her high heels off. I dropped each shoe and then slid her panties and hose up her legs and off over her feet. I pushed her legs apart and then pulled my chair around to sit down with my head between her legs. I reached out and licked her smooth lips, teasing my tongue up and down her slit before working my tongue between her wet lips. She giggled girlishly as I started to work deeper, finally finding her clit and drawing a gasp from her. I licked and teased her clit until she was moaning, and her hips were wiggling and rocking as her climax grew. I stood up, pushed my pajama pants down and aimed my rock-hard cock at her wet pussy.
"Oh fuck!" she grunted as I drove into her in one quick stroke. I started pumping in and out of her, drawing gasps and moans from her as I pressed one thumb against her clit. It took a little coordination, but I was able to stroke in and out of her the full length of my engorged cock while rubbing her clit in circled with my thumb. Her pussy looked so damn good all shaved like that, and it was pushing my impending climax closer by the second as I watched my fat shaft plunge in and out of her. I felt her pussy squeeze around me and her spread legs tremble slightly as her climax started to wash over her. I kept sliding in and out of her, enjoying every moment of having sex with her someplace she swore she'd never do it, and seeing her enjoy the hell out of it.
"Gonna come," I grunted as my climax grew ever closer. "Someday I'm going to unload in your mouth like I did Trina," I grunted moments before my body jerked and rammed deep into her. I stood there, my pelvis pushed tightly to hers as my cock twitched and surged inside her, pumping shot after shot of cum into her. "Oh damn, that feels good," I groaned.
"Yeah," she agreed breathlessly as she lay panting on the table. "Did breakfast taste good?"
"Oh yeah!" I answered with a grin. "Best breakfast I've had in a long damn time."
"Good. Now it's my turn," she said as she propped herself up on her elbows, her legs still partly in the air, bent at the knees. "Well?" she asked after a few moments.
"Well what?"
"I'm not running around leaking your cum down my legs for the whole world to see. You took 'em off, you put em back on!"
I shrugged and found her pantyhose and underwear. It took me a few moments to untangle her underwear from the hose and get them on her so they could catch the cum that was drooling from her pussy and dripping down her butt onto the floor. Her pantyhose took a lot longer and by the time I finally got them worked up her legs and in place, my dick was rock-hard from stroking her legs. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to do anything more and she had to rush through breakfast and head off to work to get there on time. I showered, dressed and headed to work myself.
Normally I would never even think about messing around with any of the women at work. They range from my age to late twenties, and many of them are VERY good looking. Of course, the environment has everyone dressing in nice clothes, so I frequently enjoy the view of long bare legs under short skirts. I guess being still horny after re-dressing my wife left me pondering a number of things. Among those was what kind of underwear were they wearing. One or two I suspected might not even wear any, or if they did, it was probably VERY skimpy. The thought made me wonder what would happen if Nancy went to work without any on. The thought left me hard most of the day, which I am embarrassed to report did NOT go unnoticed. At least twice I could tell that the woman I was talking with was paying more attention to my crotch than my face. I guess now I know how women feel when guys stare at their tits instead of their faces.
It had rained off and on all day, so I wasn't sure we were even going to go walking that evening. The rain kind of saw to that. I changed into workout clothes while Nancy finished making dinner, and after dinner did twenty minutes on our treadmill, after which I flopped onto the sofa to watch TV. Nancy went off somewhere with Diane shopping, leaving me to the house alone.
She didn't tell me what she had been shopping for, so I assumed I'd find out at some point. I just hoped it wouldn't be at an awkward time. She stayed up to read while I headed off to bed around ten and was asleep before she came to bed.
I was still tired when I crawled out of bed Thursday morning, but that wasn't unusual. The last few days I hadn't been sleeping all that well, my brain seeming to be filled with sexual situations with people that I simply would never have considered doing anything with. Like my boss, Steph. She's a dozen years younger than I am, and recently divorced. A very good-looking woman, I didn't expect her to last on the market too long before some lucky guy snatched her up. I had no idea WHY my mind would even THINK about her standing in my office undressing. I mean the two of us were fairly good work-related friends, and frequently spent time BSing, or complaining about one political fiasco or another. We'd both had each other and our spouses, when she still had one, over to each other's houses for dinners and to hang out on occasion. While I had extended the invitation to spend a day at the lake, she had yet to take me up on the offer, presumably because her ex didn't much care for the outdoors. I suppose the reason I made the offer in the first place was in the hope of seeing her in a bikini. Not that the dresses she wore weren't flattering, because they certainly were. I just wouldn't have minded seeing her in something other than dresses or even the shorts and tank tops she wore when relaxing in the summer heat.
"Scott! We need to talk," Steph said as she walked into my office. She closed the frosted glass, sliding door to my office before stepping to the chair across from my desk. She pulled it away from the front of my desk, putting a little space between us, and sat down in it, holding a folder in her hand. She crossed her legs, her already short skirt sliding up her thighs even further as she leaned back in it slightly.
"Sure, what's up?" I asked with a little trepidation. In all the years that we'd worked together, I'd never known her to come in like that without something being wrong.
"Well. I'm looking at the Rogersville quote," she said opening the folder.
"Is there a problem with it? I know I sent you some private notes to check over before we decided to issue the policy," I said, concerned I'd missed something. I'd spent almost a week on that particular insurance quote, making sure I had all the numbers right. "Did I mess up the numbers somehow?"
"Oh. No. I think the numbers look just fine. Did you re-read it before you sent it to me for my input?"
"Um. No," I admitted. "Did I get a sentence mixed up or something?"
"Let me read from a paragraph in the notes to me. The paragraph read: Considering how wide ranging their request is, it may be difficult for the city officials to fully appreciate the risk factors involved. In particular, the public pool access facilities are completely inadequate for the expected pool patronage and may require you to completely undress in the bushes," she said quietly as she folded the folder closed and looked at me as I sat blushing.
"Damn Steph. I don't know what to say. Clearly, I didn't mean to write that."
"Well, when I first read it, I wasn't sure if it was aimed at me, or just a random thought that jumped into your mind while you were writing. I have to admit, you have my curiosity up. Have you been playing in the bushes in public? Or am I to assume this is an invitation for such?"
"OH! NO! I'd never imply. I mean, that would be so inappropriate. I didn't mean at all to have that in there."
