He should tell her now.
It's over.
He couldn't keep this up for much longer. Glances in the office. Secret encounters. "Working" back late. Locked doors. Lying to his wife.
No, he couldn't do it any longer. He would have to tell her.
After this.
The last time.
It's over.
Definitely.
She was leaning over the desk. She was fully dressed in her work attire, but he had lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. His cock was in her and he could look from above and watch it. He was fully dressed too, his cock poking from the front of his pants.
He looked down at his cock entering her warm, moist pussy. There was moisture building up around his shaft. Her moisture.
She was always wet. She loved it. She was insatiable. Not like his wife.
He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her. Her forearms rested on the table and she was comfortable. He was always gentle with her despite her willingness for rough play. She was nearly sixty after all, but she was beautiful. Her hair was blonde and it suited her. She was tanned, but subtly, not like most people of her age who had picked up wrinkles and leathery skin from the sun. Her skin was soft. He'd felt it often.
His cock rhythmically pumped her. He wanted to prolong it, savour it, because this was the last time.
Ever.
He held both cheeks of her arse in either hand and kept slowly pumping her. His balls were hitting her lips and he ground his pubic bone into her arse every time he thrust into her.
He looked at her legs. She had beautiful legs. She looked so good. Why couldn't his wife look like this? She was nearly thirty years younger than his PA, but she didn't care about herself anymore. The fish had been landed, so why bother, her girlfriends would say. As if marriage meant letting everything go.
She could look like his PA if she tried. She had once. Looked exactly like her.
Beautiful.
Then he wouldn't have to do this.
Fuck his PA.
Cheat.
With his PA.
For the last time.
No more.
Ever.
He kept pumping into her. At the end of each stroke, he pushed his cock in a little further and then left it there for a few seconds. Savouring her moistness. Feeling her arse on his belly, his cock ready to explode.
He couldn't explode though.
She would want more.
She always did.
She would want to suck his cock.
Swallow his cum.
Drain him.
She knew him well. What he liked. And she liked it too. That's what made it so good for him. He was comfortable. He worked with her every day and met her often socially. It gave them unlimited opportunities. He loved it when they sat together at functions. Their thighs could press together. They could lean into each other and whisper. No one suspected a thing. The nature of their relationship was that they were constantly together and much of their interaction was confidential and required trust. He was the CEO of the biggest software company in Australia. He had to trust his PA.
With everything.
Her hand would sneak under the table and rest on his thigh. Then it would creep along until it was sitting on his cock. The lightest of movements would get him hard. She would leave her hand there, resting on his ever-hardening shaft. When he could take no more, she would lean over and announce discretely, but loud enough for all to hear, that he should make that call.
That call could be anything. To his wife. To the States. It didn't matter. He would leave the table. Wait. She would follow him. Then anywhere would do. A toilet cubicle. A cleaning cupboard. Even behind a tree. She would get down on her knees and suck his cock. Finish him in minutes. Relieve him.
He loved her. He loved what she did.
But not anymore.
It was over.
