In the morning, I almost forgot Brad was having an affair. Sleep after an extremely emotionally distressing day is pure bliss until reality hits you like a sack of bricks. Then the memories start to run a train on my brain and feel my gut punched. I just wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day, but it was Friday, unfortunately. Should I call in sick? No, I should probably save them for an important time where I'm really sick. But who says it's not important now? Ah, whatever, hopefully work will take my mind off of things, get away from this house for a while. Besides, I have the weekend. The whole weekend to be stuck with my cheating husband. Yippee.
I rose from the bed and did my morning routine; weigh myself, shower, facial, make up, dress, have breakfast, pack up lunch. I am 158 lbs, being 5'3" meant this was no good-this is 20 lbs heavier than my ideal weight. Brad probably likes thinner, curvier women, not chubbies I sulked, submerging myself in the shower. Afterwards, I didn't feel an incentive to make myself up. No amount of foundation, concealer and eyeliner would make me feel sexy, or mask how shitty I feel. Forget even making lunch, I decided. I'm going to punish myself for being so fat my husband has to sex up hotter, skinnier women.
At work, the catty women's group were all huddled to talk about my lack of makeup and gossiped it was "trouble in paradise." Despite the stinging in my chest, I maintained a face of stone, just wanting the work day to roll by (as painfully slow as it was). Can't decide on who was more pathetic, these women griping on other women from envy and jealousy, or having an adulterous husband.
On Fridays, Blondie is usually called into the boss's office for a "weekly meeting" to assess her performance. She's been here two years, definitely not what I'd call a newbie. Everyone else knows what this means too, even the new guys. In the spur of the moment, I thought about them together. The boss is a well-kept middle aged man. He has voluminous, peppery hair, a square, chiseled jaw covered with a strong, clean cut beard and 'stache, and a seemingly fit body. Must exercise hard on weekends. He also has a wife his age, but obviously dips his dick in girls half his age.
I bit my lip, fantasizing about the boss picking Blondie by her small, princess waist and placing her on his desk. Her short skirt rides up to expose her bare pussy. (Sometimes she gets a little too casual on casual Fridays, and when she bends down, it's hard not to notice). Then, he indulges himself, kissing her pussy and opening her legs more to really taste his forbidden fruit. Blondie hisses at the warm, loving sensation on her vagina, fingers tousling his peppered hair. The boss makes it a point to suck lightly on her clit and she goes a little bit wild, begging to suck his cock again.
"Please, sir, give me your cock," she moans. "I want to taste it again." Like a good girl she normally is for him, and obliges her. Standing up, he unzips his half-hard cock and she jumps down to get to work. She's crouching on her heels, cunt exposed, passionately loving her married boss's cock. Blondie makes love to him with her mouth, giving more attention to the tip sometimes, or swallowing his whole penis, the whole time fondling his balls. She has no gag reflex, and he's guilty free thrusting into her mouth.
Now at full erection, he roughly brings her up by her hair and pushes her against the desk. She climbs on top and he instantly sinks his cock inside. The warmth wetness squeezing on his thick cock elicits a deep moan while locked lips with her. The boss uses the same hand that has his wedding ring on to grab and fondle Blondie's chest. Eventually, he rips open her shirt and exposes her breast to suck on in a fit of arousal.
At this point, Blondie's pussy tightens around her boss's cock, and bit his neck, avoiding making any noises as she's creaming around him. He hisses from the love bite and pulls her up against him, her slender legs crossed behind him and arms tightly wound on his neck. His cock pops out momentarily, red and wet from their passionate lovemaking, as he moves her back against the wall. Blondie must be in a world of bliss having just cum hard on her married boss's thick cock. He takes his rock hard erection and sinks it into her again. Bracing herself, she loudly moans as he effortlessly pounds into her, more closer than ever. He catches her moans with his mouth. The smell of pussy fuels him to the edge, and announces the build up in his balls are about to explode and lets go of her, cock spasming as she's on her knees now, mouth open and catching the flings of cum. Blondie gives one final suck on her boss's penis, cleaning her vaginal juices so later on his wife can do the same, if she even gave him the pleasure. In a final act of love, they embrace each other after their passionate romp to lazily kiss. At least, that's how I imagined it two hours later when she wobbled out with a different, bigger shirt and hair messier than before.
I decided to take my lunch then and there. It was so uncomfortable walking to my car, panties dripping from arousal. For the big finale, I went home, and parked on the other side of the street again. Sneaking to the backyard again, I try and see if he's there with someone else, but the living room is empty. So, I go back to the front and unlock it, gently pushing myself inside. Just like yesterday, the sounds of sweet moaning and kissing travel from upstairs. So much sex happening in a day.