I'm not insatiable. In fact, I have been satiated on numerous occasions! The issue is that I don't seem to remain satiated for any appreciable length of time.
My husband of five years is well aware of my heightened libido. He knew when we got married that our marriage would have to be a bit outside of normal conventions. We agreed, even while we were dating, that we could both have other sexual partners as long as we were honest with each other. No sneaking around!
In particular, Tommy, my husband, doesn't just want to know about my extramarital activities, if at all possible, he wants to watch!
I love him for this! It gives me the opportunity to express my exhibitionist tendencies and satisfy my craving to be wanted and had by different men, while enabling him to quench his desire to be a voyeur!
A perfect example of how this works for us occurred soon after I passed all four parts of the CPA exam. I had taken a new job with a CPA firm in order to do my two year apprenticeship and become a full-fledged CPA and hopefully, one day, a partner in the firm.
I was so proud of my nice new office on the ground floor. It had three windows looking out onto a peaceful, lightly wooded, park. The large, ornate, oak desk made me feel important and appreciated by the firm's partners, Jack, Paul, and Reece.
Jack and Paul were the senior partners. They were the typical middle-aged businessmen that you would expect to run a CPA firm. While both were friendly enough, their demeanor was very businesslike, and they didn't engage in much small talk.
Having only been made partner a year earlier, Reece, on the other hand, was quite different. He was young, about thirty, and kept in great shape. He had the deepest blue eyes, and when he looked at me, my nether regions would immediately begin to tingle. He was also very friendly and open, always taking the time to chat, if he could.
Being the youngest partner, Reece was given the responsibility to mentor me and make sure that my work was up to the firm's standards. I knew this would be trouble! Since I had joined the firm at the beginning of tax season, there would be many days when we worked late into the evening. Given his good looks and my need for cock, something was bound to happen, and so, it did!
The first incident occurred about a month after I started with the firm. Reece came into my office to update me on which of our clients to prioritize my efforts on for the day. I had been slowly upping the "wow factor" of my attire each day, top a little tighter, neckline a bit deeper, skirt a little tighter and shorter, all in hopes of getting Reece's attention. It worked!
As I leaned forward over my desk to look at the paperwork Reece had presented, I felt my loose blouse fall forward, giving him a perfect view of my C-cup tits contained in a nearly transparent lacy bra.
He stopped speaking in midsentence.
I looked up and saw those beautiful blue eyes staring directly down my blouse and there was a nice pup tent forming in his trousers. I felt my nipples stiffen, adding to his viewing pleasure, and I ached to touch them.
He turned and left abruptly muttering something like "just call my desk if you have any questions."
My work suffered the rest of the day. I couldn't concentrate as my mind kept returning to the encounter we had that morning. I even locked my door and fingered myself to orgasm hoping to get some relief from my out-of-control libido, but to no avail. All I could think about was staring into Reece's blue eyes while he slowly slid his cock into my awaiting pussy.
I didn't see Reece again that day until late in the evening when I returned to my office after taking a short dinner break in the employee lounge. He was sitting at my desk, in my chair, reviewing what I was working on when I left for my break.
"You're doing great work," he stated, "but this letter could be more concise, and still make the client aware of everything that he needs to know", he continued. "Here, let me show you what I mean." He said, grabbing a marker so that we could red line the document.
I came around the desk to join him in reviewing the letter. I leaned over his shoulder and took the marker to begin red lining the statements that he found superfluous. As I leaned over, I felt my mons come in contact with the back of his hand which was resting on the arm of my chair.
I knew he was too embarrassed to remove his hand as this would only bring attention to our awkward position. I decided to take advantage of the situation. I started applying pressure to the back of his hand. Gently, almost imperceptibly, I began rhythmically thrusting my pelvis back and forth.
At first, he seemed to try to ignore this. But I heard his breathing deepen and he stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.
"Turn your hand over." Is all that I said. Then I pulled up the front of my short skirt and pulled the crotch of my panties out the way.
He stared at my glistening bald pussy as he flipped his hand over and extended his middle finger, leaving his hand resting on the arm of my office chair.
I shifted forward until his finger was parting my moist, swollen, pussy lips, and let out a soft groan as my hardened clit rode over the length of his finger.
He didn't move. He just stared, transfixed, as I slowly rode back and forth, back and forth, over his long, extended finger until my body shuddered and I clamped my hand over my mouth to suppress any sound from escaping as I climaxed. I stepped back, leaving his finger and most of his hand coated with my pussy juice.
The room was silent as I took a moment to catch my breath. Then I slid my panties back into place and pulled down my skirt. Turning back to the document I rejoined, "you were saying...,"
"What the fuck?!" Reece exclaimed, smiling. "What are you playing at?!"
"I'm not playing at anything." I retorted. "I just thought we could both use a nice little distraction from work for a couple of minutes." I said with an innocent grin.
"Are you wanting to start an affair with me?" he queried, "because office affairs never end well, I'm sure you know that," he continued.
"An affair? No, I don't want an affair," I stated emphatically. I just want you to fuck me, but not tonight, maybe tomorrow night, how's that sound?"
"It sounds like you're living proof of the accuracy of the Hot Crazy Matrix," Reece said laughing, "and it sounds like I'm going to need about ten minutes of alone time if I'm going to get any more work done tonight," he groaned. With that, he strolled out of my office, once again displaying a nice little pup tent in the front of his trousers.
I couldn't wait to get home and tell Tommy about the day's exploits.
"You just left your poor boss in that state?" he laughed.