The smell of her perfume reached me first. My mind focused on the document in my hand, I had already stepped over the office's threshold when I noticed her. She was sitting in one of the guest chairs, her legs crossed, the upper one swinging back and forth. The short, grey coat she wore showed a healthy portion of thigh but it was the swinging of the red high heeled pumps that hypnotized me.
Fuck me heels the guys called them. They were designed to rein a man in and make him salivate at the thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed his cock into the sweet pussy between them.
I swallowed. No doubt she noticed the bulge forming in my pants. It was a reaction her presence never failed to entice. "Alaine, baby, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
She uncrossed her legs and spread them, giving me teasing glimpse of red. Pulling the clip from her hair, she shook the long, blond curls free, dropping the accessory carelessly. Shorter than me by almost a foot, her skin was pale and burned easily. She was the day to my night, her fairness contrasting with my dark looks.
She stood and one flap slid to the side to expose a nude thigh for a brief second.
Fuck, what was she wearing beneath that coat?
"I have been a very naughty girl tonight, Jordon. I tried to be good. I really did." She untied the coat and undid the top button. "I got the kids home from school and started dinner but then I remembered how you fucked me on the kitchen table this morning, how you ate my pussy so good and I had to touch myself. I came so hard I had to bite the pillow to make sure no one heard. But I only made it worse and my pussy wants the real thing."
My cock jerked as the second and third button popped free, remembering sinking into her warmth. She had just seen the kids off to the school bus and was bended at the waist looking for something in the back of the refrigerator, her ass showcased in a pair of short shorts.
To a consummate ass man, it was an irresistible temptation.
Just a touch I had told myself. A touch turned into me licking her cream from behind and the table shaking uncontrollably as I took her hard and fast.
Married for ten years in two months, we had two children together. Our sex life was hotter than it ever was and at this rate, we had no intention of slowing down. Each day was a new adventure in love and in lust. A man could ask for no more.
The last button came loose and the coat fell at her feet.
There was nothing beneath but a pair of barely-there underwear that matched her shoes. Her nipples, the color of raspberries, showed through the sheer material. The front of the panties were wet and stuck to her mound. I could almost taste her creamy goodness. "It seems you need to be punished."
"Oh yes. It's what a naught girl deserves." Cupping her breasts, she pushed them up and out as she took that first sultry step toward me, fuck me heels echoing the seductive swagger of her hips. "Lock the door, Jordon."
The lock clicked loudly.
She stopped in front of me and wound her hand around my loosened tie, pulling my head down to lick at the lower seam of my lip, her teeth adding a tiny bite. Sucking on the abused flesh, she unbuttoned my shirt, pushed it off my shoulders and pulled the white undershirt from my pants.
She quickly undid my pants and pushed it down my legs along with my briefs. She cupped me, sliding down my body. Average length, I was a little thicker than usual. Kneeling at my feet and gripping the base of my stem, she smiled up at me. She kissed the blunt head of my penis. Her lips came away dewy and she slowly licked the evidence of my arousal, moaning her enjoyment. "Is that all for me?"
"Always."
She kissed over my slit, her tongue briefly probing the hole before the soft touches went lower. My body jerked involuntarily, trying to harden the contact.
"I love your cock. The way it bends just right to make me cum every time."
Distantly I heard the papers I clutched with a death grip fall to the floor. "Show me how much you love it, sweetness. Take me in your mouth. Fuck my cock real good."
Spittle dribbled from her lips and landed in a hot stream on the tip. Using the makeshift lubricant, she masturbated me with sure, firm strokes, swallowing the top.
"More, Alaine." My voice was harder than I meant it to be but her eyes dilated and she immediately increased the pressure.
Running her tongue slowly from my balls to the tip, she asked, "Is that what you need?"
"More."
Holding my gaze, she engulfed more of me, moving down slow and licking the underside. Humming my appreciation, I brushed her hair aside to watch her take even more of me. Holding her head, I moved her back and forth. Looking up at me, she placed her hands behind her back.
After an initial resistance, I slid sweetly into her throat. She moaned around me, sending the most delicious ripples along my length. We developed a strong, hard rhythm until she gagged. I held her still for a moment, her nose pressed against my pubes. The muscles of her esophagus closed rhythmically over my tip and I groaned.
I let her go and she gasped for air, her eyes watering a little but glowing with a familiar light. Grabbing her hair, I jerked her head back, tapping the tips of her breasts. She moaned and arched. "You love that, don't you baby?"
"You know I do."
She pushed forward and pulled me into her throat again. Saliva bubbled out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. She gagged a few more times but always came back for more. Her hand joined the foray and massaged my nuts.
"Show me those beautiful tits."
She pulled the bra cups down. Alaine's breasts had increased from a B to a C cup with the birth of our second son. Her nipples had always been large though. They were extremely sensitive and sucked just the right way, were all that was needed to bring her to orgasm.
The sight flipped a switched and I could hold on no longer. Thunder roared in my veins and I closed my hand around the base of my length, squeezing. The feeling of orgasm made my heart beat faster and my muscles shake but I remained hard, only a little semen leaking onto her waiting tongue.
