Working Late at the Office

We met through the site, and after a short exchange of WhatsApp messages we set up a date.


A few days later I called my husband and told him I had to stay at the office until late in the evening. Then I called you and explained how to get to me.


"It'll take me about half an hour to get there. I want you waiting for me naked from the waist down."


Was he serious? Naked, here in the office? A place I always come to neatly and modestly dressed. On the other hand, the floor had already emptied out, and the thought of being exposed in this public place pushed my horniness to a level I'd never known. A few minutes before the meeting, I did as he commanded. You could see a clear wet patch on my panties. By then I was already impatient, waiting in tense anticipation for whatever would happen.


A knock on the door, he walks in, a familiar face, a pleasant, flattering smile. We hug and kiss, hot, wet kisses, but he stops right away and presses me against the wall with my back to him, spreading my legs slightly. I feel his lips brushing the back of my neck, he kisses my earlobes, nibbles them lightly, his strong fingers plowing through my hair from the nape to the crown, massaging my scalp.


He holds my hips and kneels, his nose rubbing against my behind, his tongue wandering along my inner thighs, starting at the knees and moving gently upward, touching and not touching.


Suddenly he stops and orders me to wait like that, without moving.


"You are not allowed to look."


I wait, the seconds stretch, I don't know what to expect. Suddenly a cold tingle on the back of my neck, the surprise and the chilling cold harden my nipples in an instant. Bastard, I think, he went and got an ice cube from the freezer. He runs it along my thighs and over my clit, the melting water mixing with the growing wetness from my pussy.


He takes my hand and asks.


"Where's your desk?"


I lead him there.


"Sit on the desk, spread your legs and show me how you pleasure yourself."


He sits down in my chair facing me, his cock so hard it bursts out through his zipper. He gets up, strips off the rest of my clothes and undresses too. He cups both my breasts and rolls my nipples, circles each one with his tongue, sucks each one like a baby.


Then he takes a nipple between his teeth and bites until it hurts a little, pulling until it slips free from his mouth, grazing between his teeth. I shiver from the pain mixed with delicious arousal.


This goes on for minutes until I can't take any more. I sit on him and we move slowly, in circles, his breathing getting deeper.


"You're driving me crazy, stop!"


He lifts me off him and bends my upper body over the desk, my tempting behind open and inviting him,


"You're so wet, one thrust and I'm inside you, your tightness and the way you squeeze me feel so good, I'm on the edgeeeeee."


A stream of hot liquid paints my back in diagonal stripes.


"I can't leave you like this, turn around."


With his fingers he spreads my pussy lips, licks my clit, takes it too between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue. My moans grow into loud cries, I wrap my thighs hard around his head. I can barely stand the stimulation but I won't let him stop. And then, trembling hard, I come.





"Thank you, my wife, for making my fantasy come true."