I had to leave the Christmas party. My husband’s actions had mandated retribution but I wasn’t about to blow my job by letting someone dip their pen in my company ink. As I walked down the hall toward the elevator my mind raced. We both were free to have sex with whomever we wanted. He had strayed much more than I. My understanding had always been that we would find someone who gave us something we didn’t have in our relationship. For example, my husband, being an investment banker, would never double-team me with at a pool hall with his construction worker friend. Likewise, I would never get breast implants and let him do me in the ass. But tonight he had skipped my company’s Christmas party to fuck a girl who looked exactly like me. The reason I knew was if that if either of us are doing someone at home, we turn on our web cam so the other can watch. (That started when I did the UPS guy at home one day.) He sent me an email detailing his plans, which I picked up right before I was going down the hall to join the others at the party. I checked the cam thinking that maybe the girl would inspire me to race home and join them. (Something I had done only once.) But what I saw really made me mad. Not only did she look like me – long, skinny, no boobs and curly red hair -, she just laid there leaving him to do the work. I had a few drinks at the party that just caused me to focus more on my husband’s actions. I even ran back to my computer a few times to check their process. “That’s my cock she has in her mouth,” I thought to myself and she still wasn’t really moving.
Regardless of my anger, I was getting horny and I was going to find me someone to do between the office and home. Just as I was about to hit the elevator call button, some movement down the hall to my right caught my eye. I turned to see guy returning to his office. For the half second I could see him, he looked all right from behind so I turned to see if he was alone.
I opened the door to his office and was happy to find it was a single room with only him, a computer and a desk. He had some music playing that I didn’t recognize but I did think it had a nice beat to dance to. “Excuse me, are you married?” I wasn’t a home wrecker after all.
“No. But -”
“Stop right there,” I interrupted as I walked toward him. “You don’t want to ruin this by talking now do you.” (I can’t tell you how many guys have talked there way out of a great evening.) One of the great benefits of not having any breasts to speak of was I could where my shirts unbuttoned very low. It took no time at all to pop open the two buttons I did have fastened and my white, fitted oxford was on the floor. I can’t imagine what he thought seeing a 5’ 11”, topless red head in heals crossing the floor toward him. I am a little self-conscious about my boney thighs so I was going to keep my black skirt on for as long as I could.
When I got closer, I started to step to the music. I thought a lap dance might be a good way to get things started. He was being a good boy and letting me do what I wanted to do. As I mentioned before, my breasts are barely an A-cup. What I thought to be a curse in high school turned out to be a blessing in that I have the most exquisitely sensitive nipples. I began to run my hands over my chest as I neared him. It took no more than a touch or two of my nipples for other parts of my body to want attention. I mounted him as he sat silent in his chair. I hiked up my skirt and planted myself right into the “meat” of his lap. Luckily for my southern region, there was a stiffening cock to rub against. I shimmied side to side at first to allow myself to spread a little and then I began rocking back and forth to the beat of the music. On one of my upswings, his mouth found my nipples. Unlike most other men, he didn’t immediately begin to give me a tongue bath. Instead he touched them with only his lips – kissing them softly. That stopped my rocking in it place. I held there – nipple in his mouth – and waited as the kissing grew more intense. He was much more in control than other men I had seduced this way. I was just about to resume my grinding when his tongue flicked my nipple. With my first orgasm of the evening in motion, I slammed down onto his lap, grabbed his head and kissed him wildly while I came.
Normally, at this point I would just rip his pants off and ride him until I was satisfied but this guy seemed to know what he was doing - first with the staying quiet and now with the gentle use of his tongue on my breast. I pulled away from our kiss and raised my breast back near his mouth. He lifted his hand and gently pinched my nipple and softly sucked it into his mouth. His other hand found its way around to my derrière. I had always been kind of shy about my butt. I thought it to be too boney. I always considered myself sexy but I garnered that feeling from my actions and not my appearance. The way he was rubbing it made me feel like a girl with a hot ass and that gave me more confidence than I usually had – which was a great deal. Eventually, his other hand came away from my chest and slid down to my ass as well. I was about to come again. Two hands massaging my butt like I had “back” and a masterful tongue and lips servicing of my nipples – fortune had smiled upon my body tonight.
I was just about to pull him out for the fuck of his lifetime when a Prince song came up on his computer. That called for more dancing. I stood up and turned around and sat back down – wedging his member between my cheeks. I rotated my hips in a circular motion. Head down, I put my hands on his desk for more leverage and drove back into him. The chair rolled back for a few inches and was stopped by the wall. The abrupt stop caused me to slide up him a bit which landed pussy right back on his cock. I raised my head up in an attempt to clear the hair from my eyes and what should appear – a web cam.
