My wife wrote this letter last night after meeting an old co-worker in her office at the end of her day. I will write more of what happened when we got home and what is to come over the next day or so. Enjoy!
As I sat at my desk, waiting, I could feel my pulse in my pussy. I was throbbing in anticipation of his arrival. It felt as if my pussy was so swollen, pressing into my thong so tightly. I looked down and could see my nipples so clearly, pushing so hard against the silk lining of my short, sleeveless yellow flowered dress. My bare, hard nipples being teased and massaged with every movement. My thong was soaked and I worried if I was creating a wet spot on my dress where I sat. I could feel my juices flowing, wetting my inner thigh. My fingers trembled on my keyboard as I imagined him inside me. It had been years but I've never forgotten the feeling. The first time I had held his cock, so heavy, so thick, longer than any I've ever had. How it felt inside me. I could feel him, stretching me, pushing my walls to the side as he entered me. I jumped. My phone rang. It was my husband.
He could hear the trembling in my voice. He asked how I was. I said preoccupied with work. He laughed, started flirting. He was just as excited as I though he did not know about Paul, yet. I told him I had to go but I'd pick him up from work at 4:30pm. I looked at my computer and it showed 3:10pm. He would be here any minute.
I woke up this morning thinking of Paul. It had been three years since we had seen each other. We talked or emailed from time to time but we would finally see each other again today, even if it was just for a few minutes. I knew we would make the best of our time. Paul and I had worked together and the night of his going away party, the day before he transferred to a West Coast office, we had a night that I've never forgotten and think of often. He took me like no man had ever taken me. I made my way to the shower and as I stepped in, my finger traced my slit and I was dripping already.
I washed my shoulder length auburn hair, soaped and caressed my firm breasts and twisted and pulled on my hard, long nipples. At 5'3" my legs seemed very long as I shaved them smooth, moving up to shave away any hair that was near my opening or on my lips, leaving a small tuft of red hair just above my clit. My belly was not flat but it was in no way fat and my hips looked curvier than I remembered ever seeing them. It must be the moment I thought. At 47 I still had what others called a beautiful body. Even after children my breasts were a firm 36b and at 130 lbs my shape was hourglass as my husband would say.
I walked to my closet. John, my husband, sat on the bed watching the morning news. Hmmmm you smell very nice he said as I walked by with only a white towel around me. That was a longer than normal shower my love. I smiled and said I'm glad you think so. I knew what I was wearing. I let the towel drop to the floor. I pulled my black lacy thong out of my drawer and pulled it up my legs. I could feel the crotch clutching my throbbing pussy and felt the tiny string against my ass. I picked out my favorite f-me bra which John had bought me last Christmas. It was a black lace shelf bra with half cups, leaving my breasts and nipples uncovered. I heard John cough and turned and he just smiled at me. I stepped into my sleeveless, short yellow dress and walked over to John and asked him to zip me. As he pulled the zipper slowly up my back, he reached in front of me and cupped my left breast, pinching my hard nipple. Once zipped, he slid his other hand up my thigh until his fingers touched my mound. Margaret you are so wet he said. I turned and kissed him. I told him I'd be sure to be in the same condition when we got home. If only he'd known.
I heard a light knock and almost jumped from my chair. I turned and there was Paul. God he's huge I thought to myself as he took up my whole doorway. And so gorgeous. I almost leapt from my chair into his arms. We gave each other a hug. He stepped into my office and closed my door and as our lips met, I heard him lock my office door. I melted into his strong arms as he held me against him, my feet not touching the ground. He stepped further into my office and gently let me down as his hand reached to cup my breast. I moaned into his mouth as my hands found his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling his tie off. I opened his shirt and my mouth locked over his nipple as he pinched mine. I sucked his nipple into my mouth as I felt him twist mine. I moaned into his chest. I started to move my mouth down his chest and he pushed me back until the back of my legs touched the seat of my chair and he made me sit.
I looked up at him and with trembling fingers my hands traced down his bare belly to his pants and I pulled open his belt. I undid his slacks and unzipped him. I pushed his slacks down his muscular thighs and I could see the outline of his semi hard cock through his silk boxers. My hand reached for that cock. I rubbed him through his boxers. My hand could only fit half way around his thick cock, as I stroked him up and down, feeling him grow in my hand. He pushed his boxers down and I gasped. He looked even bigger than I remembered. So thick. His cock stuck straight out and I slid my hand from the huge head down the long thick shaft until I grasped it at the base. I leaned forward in my chair and kissed the head, tonguing his cap. I ran my lips from the underside of his cock from the head to his huge balls. I cupped his balls with my other hand and sucked them into my mouth as I stroked him. He felt as if he was getting harder. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, loving the feeling of his thickness against my lips. I moved my mouth up his long shaft and my mouth took his head in, trying to fit his hugeness into my mouth.
