It was Friday morning about eleven when my office phone rang.
"Hi there sexy"
It was Julie, the woman I was having a sporadic affair with.
I refer to our affair as sporadic because the only time we see one another is for sex.
She tells me she loves her husband but he can't keep her satisfied.
She used to work here but shortly after we started having nooners she quit to work for her husband.
"Well hello" I said in my sexiest voice.
"What can I do for you?"
"I'm horny" she said flat out.
I was already aroused by knowing why she called, but those words went straight to my cock causing it to rise.
"And you think I can help you with that" I asked, reaching for my swollen dick.
"Uh, uh" she cooed.
"And what do you suggest I do to alleviate your problem?" I asked teasingly.
"Oh I don't know" she answered demurely.
There was a pause then she finished her thought" maybe make me cum"
If there was anymore blood waiting to flow into my cock her reply accelerated it, it was now rock hard.
"Just once?" I asked, trying not to sound too excited.
"Oh no" she said " I'm very horny; I need to cum more than once."
"How many do you suggest?" I asked trying to stretch out our game of words.
"Oh I was thinking three, maybe four times."
That was one thing I loved about her, no matter how many times she came she always remained horny and ready for more.
All she required was for me to stay away from direct contact with her clit for a couple of minutes after she came.
Then it was as if I was touching it for the first time.
"You horny devil" I said, "you've got my cock throbbing."
'too bad I'm not there to kiss it and make it feel better." She teased.
I couldn't take anymore teasing, she outlasted me.
"When and where?" I asked.
"Can you pick me up?" she asked.
"No problem."
'the usual place in, say, half an hour?"
"See you there" I said "bye."
I called my secretary Tracy into my office to inform her that I would be out for several hours.
I couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would be if she saw the bulge that my still stiff cock was making in my pants.
She wasn't old, maybe 35, but I always thought of her as kind of old-fashioned.
I don't know why I thought that.
She had a face as cute as a button, a body with a little extra padding, but I liked women that way.
The only thing that kept me from coming on to her was my impression that she was a happily married woman, to the same man since she was 18.
Probably married to her high school sweetheart and the only erect dick she'd ever seen was his.
I dared myself to stand and see her knee-jerk reaction, the thought got me even harder.
"Should I know where you can be reached?" she asked
"At the Rockford Motel" I answered honestly "but don't dare call."
She started to write it down, then she caught on and blushed.
"Luck you" she said.
I was shocked by her words.
Without thinking I stood, I wasn't wearing a jacket so the bulge in my pants was conspicuous.
Her eyes went to it right away and her face got redder.
"Lucky her" she said without taking her eyes from it.
Again she floored me.
There was an awkward moment when neither of us knew what to say next.
