Infidelity
She was letting him have his way. She knew she should resist—say no—but she could no longer help herself. She didn't really want to say no, even if she could.
The first time she met him it was almost presaged. She was so charmed by him, his stunning good looks and easy, mirthful manner, that she was immediately aware of her vulnerability. She was a vibrant, healthy woman with the same desires every other woman shared. And he was so attractive! She just delighted in being around him. It was to be expected that she would have a crush on him.
Still, she'd been mildly aroused by men other than her husband in the past, and it never came to anything. The difference here was their prolonged proximity, a series of unavoidable meetings and much time spent working long days together. Rather than a passing fantasy, he was a sustained temptation, and now she was letting him have his way and she could not resist.
She had let this happen, encouraged him even, tempting fate, having fun with it. She knew full well that she'd invited his romantic interest in her, enjoyed the little game, the weeks-long flirtation, the teasing gestures that had started between them in the first days and had progressed over time to overt signs of their growing interest in each other. It had started as just a little amusement and had now become a sort of destiny. She was letting him touch her now in openly sexual ways, ways that had flashed through her mind many times before and that now had become inevitable, beyond her control. She had to let him have his way with her. She had to have her way with him.
It was snowing hard outside her office window. The staff had long since gone home, but she and the client pushed on with their urgent work. The trial was approaching fast. She had developed a litigation plan and she stuck to it as she always did. That was a primary reason for her success. She thought things through and kept on schedule, and was always ready when a trial commenced. Tonight they had just a couple more things to finish before they could make their way home through the storm. They pushed on to stay apace, on schedule, and soon it was late and everybody had long since gone home, knowing what nature was bringing down on them this cold winter night. The building swayed in the powerful wind, making her feel chilled even in her warm office. His nearness, his masculine presence, the steaminess of his increasingly evident desire for her was an antidote to the cold and she allowed it to progress, embracing the heat. And now they were beyond their abilities to refrain. He kissed her hard and she mashed her face back into his. He slipped his hand up under her skirt and caressed her thigh and teased her with deliberate encroachment and she could not say no now. It was all but done, she knew, and she unclasped his belt buckle, now eager to indulge fully.
The staff had all left hours earlier, rushing home. But she and this handsome, intriguing client had much work to do and took their chances with nature. They had to get the work done. They'd ordered food to be delivered and ate as they worked, pouring over files, over big stacks of paper and mega bytes of documentary evidence, and the clock ticked on past eight, past nine, past ten, and now nearly eleven, and they were almost done working for the night. Just a little more to do...
They took a break before the final push through the last few documents, and gazed out the window at the driving snowstorm. Nothing moved outside but the snow. They could not even see the lights of the buildings across the river. They felt utterly alone.
She crossed her arms and shivered, and he stood closely behind her, so close she could feel his body heat. She swiveled her neck to relieve a crick and, without further prompting, he edged closer still and began massaging her neck and shoulders. She sighed with pleasure, then said softly, "Mmmm, that feels nice." She bent her head forward to encourage more and he worked her neck and shoulders with his fine, strong hands. He was now so close she could feel his erect manhood brush against her backside as he massaged her. She was pleased to know that he was erect and that he did not care to conceal it from her.
Nevertheless, he hesitated to advance further. He required more encouragement, and she gave it. She rubbed her arms as if to ward off the cold. She wanted his arms around her, a warm embrace. He bent his head forward and whispered into her ear, "Are you cold?" he asked ever so gently, so kindly. "Uh huh," she breathed, invitingly. He slid his arms around her waist. She thrilled at his touch, a touch she'd wanted so long. She grasped his hands in hers and pulled him tightly against her. His erection intruded between the cheeks of her bottom, and she felt her vagina secreting fluids, preparing itself for him.
She declined to think about her husband now. She would deal with that later. She wanted to go all the way with this man. All the way. Now.
She craned her neck a bit, exposing more flesh below the ear into which he had whispered. He took her invitation and kissed her gently and she sighed again, expressing her desire for more. They were alone, and nobody could disturb them, and she was tired and wanted this distraction from the last bit of work that lay before them, and she caressed his cheek with her hand, assuring him that he could kiss her more, and he kissed her neck again, and then again, and she could feel hotness for him between her legs. It was inevitable now. They had gone too far to turn back. She turned her face to him, inviting him with her smoldering eyes to kiss her on the lips; and he did, gently at first, then harder and harder until she just had to turn herself toward him squarely and open her mouth for his tongue. She began to grope him, to squeeze his arms and rub his shoulders. His response was predictable. He kissed her more deeply and then began to unbutton her blouse to get to the breasts he'd so long desired to see, and she let him do as he wished with her. She did nothing to stop him, but rather invited more, pressing her chest against his groping hand even as she put her arms around him and caressed his firm ass with greedy hands. She pulled him tight against her. She could feel his hardness pressing now against her mons, and she knew she was going to let him do her right there in her office where they were all alone on this cold, snowy night.
They began to move quickly now, both of them urgent to do this inevitable thing. He slipped his hand into her bra and pinched a nipple, and she unfastened his pants. He put his free hand up her skirt and massaged her naked thigh and sought her wetness, and then they were touching each other far too intimately to turn back. There was no stopping now. She unzipped his pants and massaged his hardness with her hand, feeling the wet spot where his fluids had soaked the front of his boxers. She slipped her hand through the fly and finally grasped his naked cock, stroking him, stoking the fire that now flamed between them.
