I do not think that anyone would be able to tell just by glancing at me that I was the type of woman that had an affair with a married man. And not just any man, at that; I had entertained an affair with my married boss. I never claimed to be innocent, but two years ago if someone had told me that I would be down on my knees upon the cold office tile with my mouth stuffed full of managerial cock, I certainly would have scoffed, shook my head, and said “no not me.” I thought that I had clear boundaries between the people in my life: potential people I could sleep with my hubby’s permission and people with a big red “no trespassing” sign. There is certainly something corrupt about sexual engagement with a married man. I have to admit that it was undoubtedly my most thrilling sexual encounter ever. The forbidden fruit has a delicious flavor and this serves as proper analogy because god, did he taste sweet spilling down my throat the first time.
I had been working with Mr. Sharp for over a year and I had always admired the broad shoulders of his body, his tight ass, and arms thick with muscles that I just wanted to wrap my self around. Not to mention his natural light tan, mossy green eyes, and bright smile ruffled by light facial hair. I had even entertained a number of masturbation fantasies about him, but like I said; I considered him off limits and I never actually thought I would get the opportunity to initiate something with him, never mind have him willing and myself brave enough to go through with it. Then I was promoted to a higher position with many benefits, one of the benefits being alone time spent with Gary in his office at the end of the shift. There was always a lot of paperwork to go over, but Gary was never one for silence, and from the start, we spent our time together happily chatting and laughing. To my pleasant surprise, eventually, our laughter and light chatter turned into eager flirtations.
From the start, Gary would make mention of his wife and the problems their marriage had. They just were not in a happy relationship, and he did not feel as if he could leave her due to current financial complications. They even slept in separate bedrooms, he confided to me. I had met his wife one day around the office and knew that Gary was not lying about his relationship with her, just by witnessing the cold and aloof manner that his wife treated him with. Soon our flirtations got to the point where I could barely contain the attraction for Gary inside myself. I would walk buy him, or he would bend over to reach something, and I would have to lightly brush the side of my body against him just to feel the electric heat that passed between us. All those layers of clothing between his body and mine, and yet the feel of him was always so hot when I brushed against him.
It still shocks me and brings a flush all over my body when I think back to that first night when it happened between us. We had just finished an especially large stack of paperwork for the evening. It had been a busy day and we were both exhausted. I blame it on the exhaustion, because without the exhaustion, I believe we both would have held onto our sensible restraints. I was bending over to file our completed paperwork and I was used to the feel of Gary’s eyes upon my body, admiring and checking me out, but that evening I had heard a nearly silent sound come from his mouth, like a little gasp. He tried to cover it with a cough, but I had already turned around to meet his eyes. The world seemed to stand still and I leaned against the filing cabinet. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat like it was trapped, and suddenly I was not feeling so exhausted. I was feeling delirious with lust. The words tumbled out of my mouth, I had not even planned them, “Gary…I have to confess, I am very attracted to you.”
I cannot even remember the reaction upon his face. All I can remember is the image of him rising from his chair and walking over to me. His arms rose inches away from his body and his fingers stretched wide open. He seemed to be walking in slow motion and I was frozen in my spot. My breath caught deep inside my throat, and the sensation of a growing flush spreading across my face. I could also feel the familiar sensation of moisture dampening between my thighs. He stopped just inches in front of me and murmured, “I am very attracted to you as well.” Without another word, without another acknowledgement, we both leaned forwards and welcomed the first brush of lips. This was one of the softest kisses I had ever received, and as the shock of the moment wore off, I pressed myself closer against his warm body and his arms slid around my hips, eagerly groping before perching down to my ass.
Our kiss was intensified by the low moans each of us was making deep within our throats, and as his tongue slid into my mouth, everything on my body tightened. My nipples were pressing against the thin material of my blouse. Every inch of my body was begging for his touch. I broke away from the kiss. I was suddenly dizzy and woozy with lust. I ran my hands up and down his chest, unbuttoning his business shirt, and he mirrored my motions and began to unbutton my own shirt. I remember suddenly being so glad that I had been wearing some of my sexiest lingerie that day; black lace bra and matching black lace thong. When his hands parted the cloth of my blouse and his eyes came upon my tan breasts hidden under the skimpy black lace, save for my hardened nipples which were nearly poking out, he let out a strangled sigh and dropped his face into my neck where he began to lick and nibble gently.
I fell backwards with desire and had the cold filing cabinet behind me to keep me from falling, while his fingers sought out my nipples. His large hands slid beneath the under wire of my bra and his hands held and kneaded my breasts. Before I could barely even acknowledge it, he had replaced his hands with his mouth and his tongue was drawing little gasps out of my mouth as he tongued each nipple before delicately taking as much of my breast as possible into his mouth. His mouth was full with my breast, but that did not keep him from moaning my name as my hands slid down the front of his lean body, and I began to rub the erection that I could feel beneath his pants. Urged on by the strangled sound of my name and his tongue flicking from nipple to nipple, I began to undo his pants. My hands fumbled with the zipper. Straining beneath his pants, I could feel the thickness of his cock, begging to be released. In desperation, I finally yanked down both the pants and his underwear in one smooth motion.
I felt him gasp from deep within his throat, but his mouth did not stop roaming over my breasts. I glanced down and savored my first sight of his hard cock. Gary’s cock was all solid thickness and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. My breath caught in my throat as I tentatively reached my fingertips out to stroke the swollen head of his cock. His entire body twitched with pleasure as I curled my fingers and wrapped my hand around his erection, and only then did he pull away from my breasts with a quick shudder. I tilted his face up to meet my lips again, and with my hand still wrapped around his thickness; I gave a quick tug causing him to moan into my mouth. His tongue swirled around my mouth as I palmed the head of his cock, which was already slick with pre-cum. I had tried to imagine his cock many times in my head before, and even the most intense of my masturbation fantasies could not compare to the pleasure of holding his thick pulsing cock in real life.
Somehow we both worked each other free of the clothes we had started the day with. Gary hoisted me upon his desk and his large hands spread my thighs wide, his mouth broke away from our kiss and his eyes searched my face as if needing to make sure that I was okay with what we were doing. I nodded my head at him, reached out to wrap my hand around his cock again and begged him, “Please, please!” He pulled himself out of my hands, bent his face forwards and licked a quick line from my breasts down to my belly button. I was moaning and nearly crying as he bent down lower and his tongue licked a wet slinky trail down my hairless mound, skipping past my clit and just barely grazing his teeth against my nether lips. He had to spread my legs even further before rolling his tongue and slipping it into my opening. My legs automatically closed around his head. He kept his tongue locked inside me as my hips begin to buckle.
He pulled his mouth away from me only to kiss and lick the edges of my thighs as I cried out in frustration. He slid a finger inside me and sucked one of my velvet lips into his mouth. My hips rocked upon his finger, and only then did he lean up to flick his tongue across my clit. I lost it at that moment and was sure that I was about to cum. He sensed my impending orgasm and pulled away. From those newly gained inches away, he blew warm air across my clit as he slid in another finger and fucked me with two of his thick fingers. He kept me tottering upon the edge of near orgasm for what seemed like eternity. Finally, I felt the suction of his mouth as he leaned over and touched his soft lips to my clit and then sucked the hardened nub into his mouth. I lost all control of my body. My limbs thrashed, my thighs opened and closed against his head, and I screamed his name as the orgasm racked my body.
Still he kept his mouth locked around my clit as I came over and over again, shuddering from the muscle contractions, nearly willing them to stop because they bordered upon the threshold of pain and pleasure. When I finally caught my breath again, he leaned into me to kiss me and I tasted myself smeared over his lips and mouth. The limbs of my body felt heavy, weighted down. I had to slowly move my arms to gain use of them again. Very gently I ran my hands up his bare chest and lightly rubbed across his nipples. Gary let out a loud sigh, and I thought to myself that I would never grow tired of remembering the pleasure released in his sigh. I leaned in against him and flicked my tongue across his nipples mimicking what he had done to mine earlier. The orgasm had cleared my head and the realization of the context that I was in began to sink in. Here I was with my clothes torn off, completely naked and exposed to my manager of two years.
Yes, this was a man that I had been fantasizing about for two years, but he was also married! Oh, but he had just finished licking my pussy to the fiercest orgasm of my life! My mind felt floored and my head begun to spin. I had never had such a fantasy come true to life. I lifted my head up from his chest and glanced over his broad shoulders to catch a glimpse of his chiseled face. Gary was so sexy, and I could not deny how much the context of our eroticism turned me on. I would probably never again have the opportunity to live out such a taboo fantasy, and I made the decision that I had to feast upon what had already been started. “I need to taste you,” I whispered. My eyes locked upon his mossy green eyes and I saw them sparkle with desire. I tore my eyes away and slowly lowered myself off from his desk and settled comfortably onto my knees before him.
