It was about to be a long Friday night. I was stuck in the office. Again.
I'd been having a fair amount of late nights these last few months. This time it was due to a multiday conference that started on Monday. Tonight I needed to get some things wrapped up before being out of the office for a couple of days the following week. I was making the 3-hour drive by myself on Sunday and wanted to relax with my wife on Saturday, so I really needed to get everything situated by the end of the night.
With that being said, I considered myself lucky for a couple of reasons.
First, my boss had selected me to attend the conference. I was good at my job but was never really picked for this sort of thing. It was usually some young, type-A hotshot who excelled at schmoozing with others. I certainly wasn't young. In fact, me and my wife were already empty nesters. Relatively young empty nesters in our forties, but empty nesters nonetheless. I also wasn't a type-A hotshot. I was good at my job, but small talk and networking certainly weren't my strengths. Yet I was still picked me to attend the conference, perhaps because I was more familiar than anyone else with the new services we were developing.
The second reason I considered myself lucky, even though I was stuck in the office on a Friday night, was that my wife was swinging by to drop off some dinner for me. I was in my boss's office when Abby messaged me to let me know she was on her way.
Being in management, my boss, Aaron Jordan, had a much larger office than I did. As you entered the room, a big bank of windows was located along the opposite wall, providing a nice view of the nearby park.
To the left was a small, rectangular table positioned along the wall. This wasn't his desk, which was much larger and fancier. Instead, this table was just big enough for others to take notes on during meetings with Aaron. There was a pair of two small, armless chairs next to that table. Aaron's desk was to the right. It was an L-shaped desk, with one arm extending along the wall to the right, and the other arm extending from the wall and toward the opposing wall. His desk chair was positioned between his desk and the bank of windows. And to the immediate right of the door were two wide, comfy armchairs that sat aide-by-side and faced toward Aaron's desk.
When discussing work with Aaron, I would normally sit in the armchair closest to the wall. There used to be a collection of photos of his wife along the adjacent corner of his desk, but he had removed them prior to his divorce earlier in the year.
I had just finished giving Aaron some updates on a big project that we were slogging through. I wanted to pass along my thoughts that I had jotted down on my notepad, as I didn't want me being out of the office for a couple of days to slow down our progress.
"Aaron, is there anything else we need to discuss?" I set my notes down on his desk to allow myself to stretch out my arms a bit. I continued, "I need to head back down to my office. My wife's about to swing by and drop off some food for me."
Since my boss was a decade my junior, I could never quite bring myself to calling him "Mr. Jordan." It had always been "Aaron" for me. It was probably a bit unprofessional, I know, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Nope. That's about it," he responded. "James, don't worry. I think we all can handle a few days around here without your services. Enjoy the conference and some quiet time away. I know I've been having you work a lot of late nights lately."
"Thanks. To be honest, my wife's probably looking forward to it more than me," I said. "I think she really just wants some alone time, probably to watch Love Island and take in some eye candy in peace."
"Well, I'm sure she'll get her fill while your gone," Aaron responded with a chuckle.
I left his office and began walking back down to mine. Aaron was right, I thought. After all the scheduled events were finished each day, I should be able to enjoy some time alone. I could work up a buzz with a few drinks by myself in my hotel room. I could maybe even pull up some porn and enjoy a nice, slow jerk without having to worry about my wife walking in unexpectedly. As I walked through the hallway, my dick began to stir thinking about my new plans for the trip. I deftly readjusted myself to hide my growing erection, even though I had no reason to do so.
It looked like Aaron and I were the last two in the office. Well, it would soon be just me. Aaron was texting someone toward the end of our discussion. When I asked what he was up to, he smirked and just said that his date had rescheduled their rendezvous for earlier in the evening.
As for me, I needed to get back to my office before Abby arrived. I knew the routine. Abby would arrive. She'd check in with security at the desk on the main floor and would let them know who she was visiting. Security would call my office phone to confirm and then would send her my way once I gave my confirmation. Abby would take an elevator up to my floor, and I would then greet her at the bank of elevators.
I got back to my desk, and the office phone rang almost immediately as I sat down at my chair. I rushed to pick it up. It was security.
"Yes, this is James Turner. Abby is here to visit me," I answered.
"Yes, she's my wife." The security guard, Roger, seemed confused by Abby's visit.
"No, not the 6th floor," I corrected him. "I'm on the 5th floor. You can send her up to the 5th floor."
I hung up the phone, got up, and walked down the hall to the elevator bank. The doors of one of the elevators soon opened, and out walked my wife.
Abby was short and slightly chubby, as was I). She had wide-set breasts and a nice, plump ass. She was a bit fitter in our youth, again, as was I, but she was still very pretty with cute, little dimples and a mischievous smile.
And she knew how to accentuate that figure of hers, as she was certainly doing this night. Abby was wearing a snug, mid-length coat that was buttoned all the way to the top. The weather had recently gotten chillier, but her legs were bare well up past her knees. Her makeup was on, and her hair was done up. She looked gorgeous.
"Nice coat? Where's the rest of your outfit," I asked half jokingly.
"I have, um, a t-shirt and shorts on underneath." She quickly continued, "it's cold out, so I put on this coat. But I was getting dolled up for my night out when you called for dinner. And I was cutting it short on time, so I wasn't able to finish changing yet."
Abby had been meeting up a bit more with her girlfriends recently. Sometimes it was for dinner or a nightcap on a weeknight, and sometimes it was for brunch on the weekend. Tonight she said they'd be going out for drinks and maybe some dancing.
I attributed her recent uptick in her social life to being bored now that our youngest was off to college. I couldn't really blame her. Our routines sometimes got a bit monotonous without the chaos that kids usually bring into the mix.
"Sorry for rushing you. I appreciate you making time for me before you head out to with the girls." I added, "you look amazing, by the way."
"Thanks, James." She smirked and motioned, "is that why lil' Jamie is making an appearance?"
"What?" I looked down at my crotch where Abby was pointing.
A tent was formed in my pants. It had gone away after my daydream about my upcoming hotel room wankfest, but Abby's appearance seemed to get my blooding flowing again.
"Er, um, I can explain," I mumbled as I felt my cheeks turn red.
"Don't worry about it, sweetie. We all get horny from time to time," she said with a wink.
My wife stepped toward me and handed me some food containers. With her hands now being free, she reached down to my crotch and began stroking my dick through my pants.
She leaned forward and whispered sultrily into my ear, "We'll be out late. But don't handle lil' Jamie on your own tonight. Can you do that for me?"
I stammered out softly, "are... are you saying I shouldn't, um, jerk off?"
"I am, sweetie," she responded.
"Umm. I never, um, do that anyways..."
"Shh. Shh. Shh. I know you do. It's okay." She then stuck her tongue into my ear and began slowly licking. "Just not tonight, mkay?" Abby moaned as she continued delicately licking my lobe.
"Uggghhh." I let out an tortured groan. I nearly dropped my food as my erection somehow further stiffened.
She pulled back and removed her hand. "Easy," she purred. "We don't want lil' Jamie to get too excited tonight before I return home."
Abby turned back around, walked toward the bank of elevators, and pressed the up arrow. The doors of elevator she previously took immediately opened.
"You, um, pressed the wrong button, honey," I offered while shifting in place.
"Oops. Silly me," she said. "I guess I'll just have to make a quick trip upstairs now."
"Um, ok. Have fun tonight," I offered still shifting around in an attempt to temper my erection.
"Oh, I will," she responded with a mischievous grin.
Holy hell, I thought. My wife was horned up. We were most certainly going to fuck when she returned home tonight. Not masturbating before then would be difficult in the state I was in, but it would be worth it. It had been a while since we'd last had sex--in fact, our sex life had kind of slowed to a crawl ever since we became empty nesters for some reason--and I wasn't going to do anything to screw up what seemed like a sure fuck later in the night.
I walked back down the hallway to my office. My hands were full with the food containers, so I was unable to hide my apparently noticeable erection. Again, no one else was there, so it really didn't matter. I got to my desk and opened up the containers of food. There was casserole in one container and a small salad in the other. I dug in.
My hard-on eventually went away as I ate. I checked out some basketball scores. Milwaukee was losing again. I guess working late kept me from wasting another night of bad basketball. Along with enjoying an Old Fashioned, that's probably what I would've ended up before falling asleep while Abby did her thing.
I finished my meal and returned to my work. There was a conference call on Monday regarding the big project that I had been discussing with Aaron. I wanted to send him an email with additional notes on some of the finer details for the call. I had sketched out those notes on my notepad, which I couldn't locate. I looked on my desk, under the food containers, in my desk drawers, and in my bag. It was nowhere to be found in my office.
