I had been working for The Company for just about 2 years and had fairly quickly risen among the ranks, proving myself first as the receptionist, then as an administrative assistant, and now as a busy scheduling coordinator. I was constantly jumping from one task to the next, impressing upper management with my detailed knowledge of my caseload while always making sure to offer my coworkers help when they needed it. I had a lot of responsibility and quite a stressful job, but I felt like I handled it well and for the most part, my coworkers liked me.
We'd had several receptionists since I'd left the position; some were good and some were not so good. The problem was that the bad ones never seemed to be able to hack it for very long and the good ones always got promoted, like I had.
One receptionist in particular was one of the best we'd ever had and the first male receptionist The Company had ever had. He was quite experienced in the workforce but had recently changed career paths so was starting over in an entry level position. He'd been in another department at The Company for about 3 months before he came over to my department. He'd only been in the position for a few months and I knew it wasn't going to last very long, because he was so good he was bound to move up into a higher paying position in no time. Before he came over to our department we were all already familiar with him; he was already known for doing great work during the short time he'd been with The Company.
His name was William, and he was in his mid-thirties with dashing good looks. Every woman who came into our office fell under his spell, including most of the women who worked in the field and in the office. He had thick, dark, almost black hair, greying slightly at the temples, with a well-groomed beard and dark, sincere eyes. He kind of reminded me of the actor Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He also kind of reminded me of my husband. He was as polite and gentlemanly as he was handsome and well-dressed; in short, he was a dream.
I was right about him not lasting long in the receptionist position. Truth be told, he ended up in upper management within a few short years. Nevertheless, no matter how experienced he was or how high up in the company he had set his sights, there was no task that he deemed to be below him. He would go so far as to help clean the building when the custodian's kid was in the hospital and she missed a week of work. Everybody loved William.
In the few short months that he'd been with our department, William and I had become fairly close. I was the one who trained him in his duties as receptionist so we spent quite a bit of time together during his first few weeks.
Recently we'd had a meeting at one of our satellite offices in a small town in the western part of the state, and William and I drove out there together with another of our coworkers. William drove and I sat up front with him while our co worker, Renee, sat in the back listening to music on headphones. William and I spent the whole 3 hour drive there and the whole 3 hour drive back talking about everything from our job history to our religious beliefs and got to know each other pretty well. Ever since then, we'd had a much more comfortable relationship.
One warm spring day my boss and I had been working on implementing a new electronic time recording system for our field staff. It was a huge project. I had been working late and through my lunch all week making updates and adjustments to the data before it was to be uploaded into the system. As had become the norm, today I was working through lunch and had just shut my door and silenced my phone so I could get some work done while picking at the leftovers I brought for lunch. With all the stress since this project had started, I hadn't had much of an appetite and I'd actually lost a few pounds.
My phone beeped, signaling an incoming call while my ringer was set to Do Not Disturb. I looked over and saw that the call was coming from William's extension. I usually answered when I saw his extension because he was helping with this project and needed me to answer any questions he might have had.
I also had a bit of an office crush on him, which could have influenced my willingness to help him so enthusiastically.
"Hey William! What's up?" I answered the phone cheerfully.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" A voice whispered.
My pussy was instantly wet, my panties soaked.
"Wh.. What?" I stuttered, completely shocked.
Now, my husband Dean and I were swingers. We'd come to an understanding in our relationship that no matter how deeply and unendingly we loved each other, we were still human beings with the same attractions and cravings we had before we were together. Before we got married we'd both had a few flings outside of our relationship, sometimes even bringing our side pieces home for threesomes. As long as we were always open and honest about our actions, our relationship stayed strong. We both understood that our attractions to other people never meant that we loved each other any less. Despite all this, neither of us had been with anyone else since our wedding... yet.
Like I said, I'd always kind of had a thing for William, but he was honestly pretty religious, so I never expected anything could come of it. Office crushes come and go all the time without so much as a kiss on the cheek. Anyway, as the receptionist, his phone was at the front desk, so it could have been anyone calling me.
The idea that it was William, though... a wave of lust rocked my body and something inside me grew tight. With all the stress and late hours at work, my husband and I hadn't been intimate in a little while, and sex was never far from my mind; at the slightest breeze I found myself dripping between my legs, the pent-up sexual energy ready to burst. It didn't help that today it was unseasonably warm so I'd worn a relatively short dress and a thong. I felt practically naked.
"I'm dying to know what your pussy tastes like," the voice whispered again. I still couldn't tell if it was William or not.
"I... Um... I don't really think that's... appropriate..." I answered hesitantly, my pussy throbbing with each beat of my heart and my panties soaking as I suppressed a moan.
Get a grip, Lila.
I thought as I took a deep, ragged breath, trying to calm myself.
"I'm sorry, Lila. You're right," William said in his deep, familiar, voice. "We should talk about this in person." I sputtered and he hung up before I could respond.
What the hell?
Could he have been serious? If he was, could I really allow this to happen? My pussy was so swollen it ached. I sat there stunned, trying to figure out what was happening.
I didn't have much time to think about it. A few seconds later there was a soft knock on my office door. Before I could say anything, the door opened swiftly and narrowly and William slipped into my office with a purposeful look on his face, locking the door behind him. His eyes met mine briefly before he strode quickly over to the window behind my desk and shut the blinds.
"William, what are you doing?" I asked a little frantically.
"Shh," he shushed me in response, reminding me that the walls in this office building were notoriously thin.
"William, please tell me what is going on," I asked more quietly.
As he walked back across the office in silence my thoughts were whirling so fast I couldn't pin a single one down. I wanted him so badly. I needed sexual release in the worst way. Plus the sense of danger was turning me on like nothing else. What if we got caught and we both got fired? What if his relationship was ruined? What about our professional reputations? What if this completely destroyed both of our lives?
As my thoughts raced out of control he knelt down in front of me and pulled me to the edge of my office chair. I gasped but I was too stunned and turned on to try to push him away.
"William!" I pleaded as quietly yet urgently as I could. "You know I'm married!"
"I know, and I told you," he replied as he reached up and slipped a finger into the crotch of my thong, barely grazing my pussy lips as he hooked his finger around the material and pulled it down my thighs. Lightning surged through my body as his hand touched my skin. "I have to taste your pussy."
I couldn't suppress the moan as he pulled my thong past my knees, down my shins, past my ankles and off over my strappy high heels. I saw him crumple it up in his hand and stuff it in his pocket before he looked up at me. My face completely betrayed me and I couldn't hide the lust I felt for him. My mouth hung open as I breathed heavily and my forehead wrinkled the same way it does when I'm worried.
I heard voices in the hallway and saw shadows right outside my door. My stomach was in knots, my anxiety fluttering like a million butterflies let loose in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't think straight.
"William, wait," I begged quietly. "Please..."
"Keep saying my name." He looked into my eyes, holding my gaze before turning his attention between my legs.
