The Business Executive
The Business Executive                             John J. Jones
Business executives. I've read the fantasies and have had a few myself.
But there were more than a few reasons I never imagined it would
happen to me. I've been married a long time and I'm in my 40's. I've
been at the company for almost as long as I've been married. I hadn't
cheated on my wife, probably because my tastes were always higher
than my reality checks. In other words, women I thought were
attractive were usually also young and looking for attractive, young,
single guys with bucks (I don't fit into at least the last three
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Business executives. I've read the fantasies and have had a few myself.
But there were more than a few reasons I never imagined it would
happen to me. I've been married a long time and I'm in my 40's. I've
been at the company for almost as long as I've been married. I hadn't
cheated on my wife, probably because my tastes were always higher
than my reality checks. In other words, women I thought were
attractive were usually also young and looking for attractive, young,
single guys with bucks (I don't fit into at least the last three
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tegories). Last, I never really made the first move. Fear, I
suppose. Maybe I was afraid I couldn't handle the kind of attractive
young women I was interested in (maybe I was afraid I'd get caught?).
So what happened? It was probably a combination of things. My wife was
about my age and was going through menopause. She wasn't interested
in going to bed other than to sleep. We fought. No, not the usual
verbal clashes that we used to have now and then. These were her
tearful as well as hateful arguments. I left home often to escape.
Although I'm not much of a drinker, It'd come to having wine or cognac
to calm down. I'd stay at the office some evenings when I knew it
was going to be a bad night at home. I think I was going through a
"change of life" at the same time ("womenopause"?)
Anyway, my secretary was on vacation. Bobs' secretary, Joan, had doubled
as mine for the week. My secretary was the best I'd had for a long
time, but she was someone's grandmother. That didn't bother me,
because I really was more interested in getting my work done and done
right. Bobs' secretary on the other hand, looked like someone's
daughter. She was about 20 years old and definitely easy to look at.
Too easy, probably. I know I had to have been caught doing so, because
her desk wasn't too far from my office.
Joan had a tendency to wear tight skirts and often short ones. She had
legs all the way up to "there". She had that shiny, curly blonde
hair that glows with both youth and proper care. Her dark eyes
sparkled and she had a fragrance of sensuous perfume. There was
something about her demure as well. She was sexy, maybe even a bit
of a tease, yet always respectful in the proper way. But again, I'm
just another old fart in the office and I was just appreciating the
view and attention. Hell, in this day and age, if you look cross-eyed
at a woman in the work place, you're fired and in divorce court
before you can pack up the things in your desk.
Joan was a good secretary. She took her time and did her job well. I
just had to give instructions while I was turned around in order to
keep from staring at her physique. It was almost time to quit and she
was in my office going over purchase orders with me when my wife
called. Of course, my wife was in one of her moods and didn't want me
staying any later. That meant that I definitely wanted to stay later.
Joan started to get up and I waved for her to have a seat. We had our
few words and I explained that I still had to finish purchase orders
before morning. A few more heated words and my wife hung up on me. I
still had my back to Joan and heaved a big sigh.
"Do you want to continue this tomorrow?" Joan asked. I took another deep
breath and turned my chair around. "I think so", I said. "I think
I'm going to go downstairs and get a drink." Joan stood up and
started to leave. I was so frustrated now, I wasn't looking at
her. I was just staring at my desk. She stopped just short of the door.
"Mr. Jones," she started, "if I can say this, drinking doesn't always
solve problems." I looked up and smiled. "Don't worry," I said. "I
don't get drunk, and if I don't think I can drive, I come back up
to the office and until I believe I can drive safely". She turned
back into the office. "Well, that's good, but it's not what I meant."
She came back in and sat down. "Sometimes it's better to talk to someone
about it. Drinking alone can depress you more and make the
feelings deeper and worse". I smiled at her. "Ahhhh, and a shrink,
too!" I said. She frowned and looked downward. "You're right, Mr.
Jones, she said. It's none of my business, I shouldn't have
interfered." She got up from the chair and started to leave. My
cynicism and poor mood just made me insert my size 8-½ foot into my
mouth up to my knee. "Wait a minute, Joan," I said. "I apologize.
You're right, but I don't want to get other people at work involved in
my personal problems. I didn't mean to sound sarcastic." She came ÂÂ
back to my desk and put her things down on the corner. "I'm a good
listener", she said. I picked up my suit jacket and asked her if she
wanted to join me downstairs. "Sure!" she quipped, and went to get her
purse.
Joan and I had an interesting conversation. We had shrimp appetizers and
a few glasses of Chablis, talking about why I had been so "down"
at work, and what the problems were at home. Of course, the more wine I
had in me, the more open I became in my discussions. She was indeed a
good listener. She smiled, sympathized and even shared some of
her own feelings. For a 20-year old, she was very mature and
intelligent. "Mr. Jones," she started. "Are you going to be ok
tonight?" "Call me John, please," I replied, and told her I was
going back upstairs and relax before I headed home. I thanked her for
sticking around as a "sounding board". She reached over and ÂÂ
touched my hand. "Any time." She said, "Tell me you need to talk to
me about something and I'll try to make time." Her touch was warm ÂÂ
and soft. It actually sent a shock wave through my body. I looked
up into her eyes. They were dark brown, and the look on her face was
of genuine compassion. I paid for the wine and appetizers and we headed
back upstairs.
As she went to her desk, I wished her a good evening and walked into my
office. I started going through the papers. She called out goodnight
as she closed the door behind her. I must have been sifting through
papers making corrections, deletions and notes for a couple of hours.
I think the wine took over. The next thing I knew, the phone rang. I
had fallen asleep with my head on the desk and the lamp was the only
light I'd left on. I jerked my head from the desk and answered the
phone. It was my wife. She assaulted me with questions, then ÂÂ
began accusing me of sleeping with someone else, cursing at me. I
tried to calm her down, explaining that I was alone, doing
paperwork. She kept on screaming, saying she was going to file for a
divorce. I pulled the phone away from my ear, looked into it, took a
deep breath and calmly hung it up.
I've always been emotional. I rarely respond to violent outbreaks with
violence. I walk away. Or "hang up" in this case. I exhaled slowly
and stared at the phone. I didn't know what to do. I was tired
of the fighting, but I knew it wasn't her fault. It was her
emotional state. But I didn't know how much longer I could deal with
it. It had been more than a year. My heart was heavy and I was
earnestly confused. I took another deep breath and sighed, looking
over toward the door. I was startled to see someone in the doorway.
When she saw me looking at her, she stepped in. "I wanted to see if
you were still here and ok". It was Joan. "Yep, still here, and
surviving", I replied, leaning back into my chair.
"I thought you went home hours ago." I said. "I did," she said, "That
is, I started to." She put her jacket down on the back of the chair
and sat down. "I heard what you were saying". She said. "I didn't
mean to eavesdrop." She sat down in the chair. "You know, she
probably doesn't mean what she's saying." I grinned. "I'm not sure if
it even matters any more." I said, "I'm tired". "It'll pass." she
said. "Will it?" I asked. "Will it really? What is it? What have I
done wrong? I don't even know if I can love any more." She got up from
the chair, came to the desk and leaned against it, right in front of
me. "Is that what you think?" she asked. She was close, real close.
For a split second, I found myself looking at her as I did during
the day sometimes. I couldn't help it, with the one-piece ÂÂ
stretch-knit skirt she had on and her perfume drifting toward me,
but I looked away. She was trying to help.
"I really don't know." I said. She moved to the side of the desk that I
was looking toward so I was looking at her again. "Really." This time
it was a mix between a question and a statement. I looked up her. The
look on her face was that of a question. Her eyes seemed to burn
into me. "What do you want me to say?" I asked, "I can only say what I
feel".
She turned and walked over to the office door. She closed it and walked
back behind my chair. Her walk was smooth and quiet. I watched her
as her hips swayed, walking around my chair. She put her hands
on my shoulders, massaging them for a few moments, then pushed them
down onto my chest. She leaned over and whispered closely by my ear,
"Do you feel this?" Her perfume filled my nostrils; her cool slim
hands roamed my chest. Her hair lay against my neck. My heart pounded.
"Oh, Geez, yes", I said, "Geez, yes". My body was like a limp rag
under her young hands. She kissed my neck softly, moving up by my ear,
stopping to nibble on my earlobe, her hands still searching my chest.
She switched sides, kissing and gently tonguing the other side of
my neck, as her hands rose and started unbuttoning my shirt.
I was getting a hard-on, and fast. "Please..." I started. "Shhhhh",
she whispered in my ear. I wasn't sure about this. There were a
million things going through my mind. Was it right? Even if it
wasn't, could I say no? Why was she doing it? Should I let it
continue? But they were mute questions. Whatever the reasons, ÂÂ
whatever the answers, it was happening. I don't think I could have
stopped it if I wanted to. My wife hadn't made love to me in months
and my entire soul was in Joan's hands right at this moment. She
pulled my shirt off of my shoulders, down to my sides from behind the
chair, then slipped around to the side of the chair. She slowly ÂÂ
pulled my T-shirt from my pants upward to expose my chest and leaned
forward, gently kissing and licking a nipple. "Do you feel this?" she
asked as she passed from one to the other. My head was back against ÂÂ
the chair as I drowned in her touch and kisses. I could only sigh a
soft "yes" in response.
As she kissed and licked my nipples, she let a hand lower into my
crotch. She massaged my rock-hard prick through my pants, squeezing
it, squeezing my balls. She started to breathe heavy herself. She
pulled away slowly and sat on my desk, facing me. She tossed her hair
back from her face and stared at me. She reached up and slowly
pulled the shoulders down from her dress. She pulled them down
halfway off of her breasts. She rubbed her hands gently across the
tops of them, watching my eyes. I reached up slowly and touched one of
her legs. She pushed my hand from her leg gently. "Not yet", she
said. Her silhouette was perfect in the light of the lamp behind her.
If it hadn't been for the mirror reflecting the light from behind my
chair, I wouldn't have been able to see the beauty and passion in her
eyes as she stared down at me.
She pulled the dress the rest of the way down off her breasts. They were
small but firm, ravishing. She squeezed her nipples with her
fingers, pulling them, making them stick out. She threw her head
back slightly for a moment, biting her lower lip. Then she looked
forward back down into my eyes. "Do you like what you see?" she
asked. "You must be kidding", I replied "You're beautiful". She smiled
and stood in front of me. She slowly pushed her tight dress over her
hips to the floor. She was wearing sheer pantyhose covering up to her
thin stomach with sheer pink bikini panties beneath. It was too dark
to make out anything else. Again, I reached out to touch her. She
took my hands and held them to the arms of my chair. She moved
forward and moved her knees deep into the sides of my chair and sat on
my knees. I had to push my legs out to keep the chair from tilting
forward.
She started releasing my hands. When I attempted to move them again, she
quickly held them down. "Wait", she whispered. I left my hands
where they were. Again she touched my chest, lightly dragging her nails
across it, downward to my stomach. My cock was mow straining against
my pants. My heart was pounding harder. "I want to touch you", I said.
She put her finger to her lips for a second indicating that I should
be quiet. All the while, staring into my eyes, she reached for my
pants and began unbuckling my belt. She unhooked my pants and unzipped
them. She pulled my underwear down, exposing my cock. She glanced down
for a moment, then looked up, smiling. She wet two of her fingers
and began running them over the exposed underside of my cock. I moaned
and threw my head back. She repeated this twice more. I swear I left
permanent fingerprints in the arms of the chair, trying to obey her
request not to touch her.
She stood up once more, pushed my legs apart and kneeled between them.
She slowly pulled my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. "Do
you want me to continue?" she questioned. "Oh, geez, please let me
touch you!" I whispered. "I asked you, John, do you want me to
continue?" she asked again. "Yes...... yes, yes", I said, giving in
to anticipation. She leaned forward and gently licked my balls one
at a time, sucking one then the other into her mouth. I was still
holding on to the chair. She began licking the entire length of my
cock, with only the tip of her tongue, slowly, teasing. I let out ÂÂ
something between a moan and a whimper.
Soon, she began licking my cock with her hot, flat tongue. I gripped the
arms of the chair tighter. She took my cock in her cool fingers
and pulled it upward. She looked up from my cock as her tongue
reached out and licked the head. She sucked the head into her
mouth and started sucking on it gently probing the hole with her
tongue. I groaned. She kept sucking on the head of my cock for a few
moments, and then she went down. I gasped for breath as the sensation
shot from my cock up into my stomach. I was almost paralyzed with
ecstasy. She would suck my cock into her mouth, then stop and tease
the head of my cock for moments, then begin sucking my cock again.
She kept teasing me this way until I thought I was going to go insane,
not to mention being in desperate fear of climaxing before I could
touch her. I think she sensed it.
She stopped and stood up, my cock throbbing and jumping from her
treatment. She pulled her pantyhose down past her rear. She sat
back against the desk again and pulled her pantyhose off slowly from
one leg at a time. She tossed them onto my crotch and stood right in
front of the chair. She leaned back, put her hands back on the desk, so
her sheer pink panties were right in front of me. "Take them off",
she said. I leaned forward and reached for them. "Not with your
hands", she almost hissed "with your teeth". I put my arms on each
side of her hips and reached out to my desk. I stopped to kiss her
stomach; I licked from her navel to her underwear. It was her turn,
now.
She shuddered as I licked her sheer, now very wet panties. I licked
across the top of her panties to one side, took the side in my teeth
and pulled them down as far as they would stretch. Then once again, I
licked from that side, across her upper thigh, across the top
hairs of her pussy, to the other hip. She sighed and shook again. I
took the other side and pulled them down as far as they would
stretch. It wasn't enough, so I repeated the procedure again.
This time, as my tongue crossed closer to the top of her pussy, she
whimpered. Her arms were shaking under her weight, still leaned back
against the desk. This time when I had done both sides, I grabbed her
panties from the front in my teeth and pulled them down. She lifted
one leg to get them lower, then let them fall to the floor.
I looked up as she leaned forward and smiled. "Yesssss", she hissed,
kicking them off the rest of the way. I couldn't wait any more. She
had stepped back to the desk and started to push herself the rest of
the way onto the desk. I stood up and took her hips in my hands and
helped her upward. She leaned back on the desk. I dropped to my knees
in front of her pussy, holding her legs firmly apart. Vengeance was
mine. I teased her as she had me. I gently licked her pussy
lips, slowly upward, teasing her clitoris with quick flicks of my
tongue. She took quick gasps, then I would stop and play with her
pussy with my tongue a while longer. Then, back to her clitoris,
teasing, licking sucking, until she was panting and I could tell she
was on the verge of coming. Then I'd stop again and explore. Now ÂÂ
her moans turned almost to grunts of disappointment when I'd ÂÂ
stop. She was going crazy. Good, she knew how she made me feel.
Well, for another minute, anyway. The next time I stopped her on edge,
she sat up from the desk, grabbed me by the hair with both hands
and pulled my head up to her mouth. She kissed me, trapping my tongue
in her teeth for a second and let go. "Shit!" she hissed "Quit teasing
me, you fuck!" This wasn't the little luscious voice that had been
talking sweet nothings only moments ago. She was in a frenzy,
burning up, probably every bit as I was. She let go of my hair with
one hand and grabbed my cock, sliding forward on the desk, directing
it to her pussy. I'd stop, just as the head pressed against the
entrance at the top of her pussy, playing my cock up and down her lips.
She smiled real big at me through her grit teeth and yanked my cock into
her pussy, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me in with
her heels, so I couldn't back out. "You shit!" she hissed. "I can
tease, you can't". My cock had plunged into her hot pussy as she held
me tight to her, moving her hips around on the desk. She kissed
me, driving her tongue into my mouth, squirming on the desk. Her
warmth and wetness was incredible. She grabbed my tongue in her
teeth again. I managed to understand her say "if I move my legs,
will you fuck me? Quit teasing me?" I knew she was just trying to be
tough, but I promised I would. She held my tongue in her teeth and
slowly released her legs. Carefully, in order to avoid any sudden
teeth closure on her part, I began pumping my cock in and out of her
pussy.
After a few strokes, she gasped for air, releasing my tongue. "Faster!"
she begged. I sped up, plunging deep into her pussy. She
started panting, bucking against me. She pulled my head down onto her
chest as I plunged into her, over and over. She moaned, shook,
screamed and bucked wildly as I felt her come onto my cock, clutching
my head to her chest with one hand, and the other around my back.
"Don't stop!" she begged. Her pussy was still hot, tight, my cock
was still hard, and I kept going. New moans of desire again started
becoming cries of passion as she kept pushing against me. I was ready
to come as she came again and suddenly pushed herself away.
She saw my hard cock and began sucking it like a wild animal. I thought
she was going to swallow the whole thing down her throat. Suddenly,
she looked up and had a strange look in her eyes. She reached around
to my back with one hand and pulled me into her mouth. Without
warning, she slid a finger in my asshole and started moving it in
and out as she sucked hard on my cock. This was a new one for me, and
it brought me up on my toes instantly. I moaned loudly as I felt my
cock start throbbing. She stopped. "Ahhhhhhhhh, geeeeeez!" I shouted.
My knees buckled, trying to stand up, they were even shaking. I was
panting like a dog locked in a car on a hundred-degree day. She
smiled up at me, my cock jumping wildly around in her face. "Oh, I'm
sorry! You weren't getting ready to come, were you?" she sneered.
All I could say between pants was "Oh, shit!"
She took stabbing little licks at my cock for a few seconds as it bobbed
around, the throbbing starting to slow down. She put on an evil
smile and said matter-of-factly "don't dish it out if you can't take
it!" She grabbed my cock in her mouth again and began sucking. She
was still finger fucking my ass. I was coming around quickly this
time. I knew this one was going to be hard. I leaned back on the
arms of my chair, which almost tried to roll away from me. I was
getting ready to come again when she hesitated, just for a second.
My eyes opened up like saucers as I stared down at her. "Mmmmm?" she
hummed, smiling. Then she continued. I think I exploded like a volcano.
I must have come for a few minutes, struggling to keep the chair ÂÂ
steady as she sucked down everything, driving me to the brink, ÂÂ
until I was so spent, I got sensitive and tried to back away.
Needless to say, I wound up on the floor.
Joan flopped down on top of me, laughing. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm fine," I gasped, laughing as well. She kissed my neck and
then my mouth, deep, long. She pulled away and looked into my eyes
with her dark brown eyes again. She smiled, got up and offered me a
hand from the floor. She picked up her clothing from the floor and
started getting dressed. So did I. We smiled, but didn't say much at
first.
As she was putting her shoes on, she looked over at me. "You're
attractive, John." She said. "Your wife would have a reason to
be jealous. You have a nice body, and you're a hell of a lover."
She straightened herself up and picked up her jacket and purse. I
zipped up my pants and buckled up. I grabbed her as she headed for
the door and spun her around. We kissed once more, then she pulled
away.
I gave her a ride home that night. We didn't say much. When we looked at
each other, we'd just smile. When I dropped her off, she thanked
me, opened the door and began to step out. Before she stood up, she
turned and looked back at me. "This didn't happen. I guess you know
that." She said softly. I knew what she meant and I knew she was
right. "I know... but it was the best thing that never happened to me
in my life." I said. She just smiled, got out and closed the door.
My family life? Well, you might be surprised, but it's improved. I've
learned to be a little more patient with my wife's problems and
she's calmed down a lot more. She even got medication that helps her
moods.
Office life? I thought it might be difficult dealing with her still
working around me but amazingly enough, we both act as if it
never happened. My secretary came back, but every once in while,
Joan would look over from her desk and a small smile would cross her
lips.
Bob walked over to my desk one morning while she was bent over looking
into a file cabinet. "Man, I'd like to get some of that!" Bob mumbled.
I looked at Bob for a second and then looked back at Joan. "Yeah,
Bob... in my dreams."
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suppose. Maybe I was afraid I couldn't handle the kind of attractive
young women I was interested in (maybe I was afraid I'd get caught?).
So what happened? It was probably a combination of things. My wife was
about my age and was going through menopause. She wasn't interested
in going to bed other than to sleep. We fought. No, not the usual
verbal clashes that we used to have now and then. These were her
tearful as well as hateful arguments. I left home often to escape.
Although I'm not much of a drinker, It'd come to having wine or cognac
to calm down. I'd stay at the office some evenings when I knew it
was going to be a bad night at home. I think I was going through a
"change of life" at the same time ("womenopause"?)
Anyway, my secretary was on vacation. Bobs' secretary, Joan, had doubled
as mine for the week. My secretary was the best I'd had for a long
time, but she was someone's grandmother. That didn't bother me,
because I really was more interested in getting my work done and done
right. Bobs' secretary on the other hand, looked like someone's
daughter. She was about 20 years old and definitely easy to look at.
Too easy, probably. I know I had to have been caught doing so, because
her desk wasn't too far from my office.
Joan had a tendency to wear tight skirts and often short ones. She had
legs all the way up to "there". She had that shiny, curly blonde
hair that glows with both youth and proper care. Her dark eyes
sparkled and she had a fragrance of sensuous perfume. There was
something about her demure as well. She was sexy, maybe even a bit
of a tease, yet always respectful in the proper way. But again, I'm
just another old fart in the office and I was just appreciating the
view and attention. Hell, in this day and age, if you look cross-eyed
at a woman in the work place, you're fired and in divorce court
before you can pack up the things in your desk.
Joan was a good secretary. She took her time and did her job well. I
just had to give instructions while I was turned around in order to
keep from staring at her physique. It was almost time to quit and she
was in my office going over purchase orders with me when my wife
called. Of course, my wife was in one of her moods and didn't want me
staying any later. That meant that I definitely wanted to stay later.
Joan started to get up and I waved for her to have a seat. We had our
few words and I explained that I still had to finish purchase orders
before morning. A few more heated words and my wife hung up on me. I
still had my back to Joan and heaved a big sigh.
"Do you want to continue this tomorrow?" Joan asked. I took another deep
breath and turned my chair around. "I think so", I said. "I think
I'm going to go downstairs and get a drink." Joan stood up and
started to leave. I was so frustrated now, I wasn't looking at
her. I was just staring at my desk. She stopped just short of the door.
"Mr. Jones," she started, "if I can say this, drinking doesn't always
solve problems." I looked up and smiled. "Don't worry," I said. "I
don't get drunk, and if I don't think I can drive, I come back up
to the office and until I believe I can drive safely". She turned
back into the office. "Well, that's good, but it's not what I meant."
She came back in and sat down. "Sometimes it's better to talk to someone
about it. Drinking alone can depress you more and make the
feelings deeper and worse". I smiled at her. "Ahhhh, and a shrink,
too!" I said. She frowned and looked downward. "You're right, Mr.
Jones, she said. It's none of my business, I shouldn't have
interfered." She got up from the chair and started to leave. My
cynicism and poor mood just made me insert my size 8-½ foot into my
mouth up to my knee. "Wait a minute, Joan," I said. "I apologize.
You're right, but I don't want to get other people at work involved in
my personal problems. I didn't mean to sound sarcastic." She came ÂÂ
back to my desk and put her things down on the corner. "I'm a good
listener", she said. I picked up my suit jacket and asked her if she
wanted to join me downstairs. "Sure!" she quipped, and went to get her
purse.
Joan and I had an interesting conversation. We had shrimp appetizers and
a few glasses of Chablis, talking about why I had been so "down"
at work, and what the problems were at home. Of course, the more wine I
had in me, the more open I became in my discussions. She was indeed a
good listener. She smiled, sympathized and even shared some of
her own feelings. For a 20-year old, she was very mature and
intelligent. "Mr. Jones," she started. "Are you going to be ok
tonight?" "Call me John, please," I replied, and told her I was
going back upstairs and relax before I headed home. I thanked her for
sticking around as a "sounding board". She reached over and ÂÂ
touched my hand. "Any time." She said, "Tell me you need to talk to
me about something and I'll try to make time." Her touch was warm ÂÂ
and soft. It actually sent a shock wave through my body. I looked
up into her eyes. They were dark brown, and the look on her face was
of genuine compassion. I paid for the wine and appetizers and we headed
back upstairs.
As she went to her desk, I wished her a good evening and walked into my
office. I started going through the papers. She called out goodnight
as she closed the door behind her. I must have been sifting through
papers making corrections, deletions and notes for a couple of hours.
I think the wine took over. The next thing I knew, the phone rang. I
had fallen asleep with my head on the desk and the lamp was the only
light I'd left on. I jerked my head from the desk and answered the
phone. It was my wife. She assaulted me with questions, then ÂÂ
began accusing me of sleeping with someone else, cursing at me. I
tried to calm her down, explaining that I was alone, doing
paperwork. She kept on screaming, saying she was going to file for a
divorce. I pulled the phone away from my ear, looked into it, took a
deep breath and calmly hung it up.
I've always been emotional. I rarely respond to violent outbreaks with
violence. I walk away. Or "hang up" in this case. I exhaled slowly
and stared at the phone. I didn't know what to do. I was tired
of the fighting, but I knew it wasn't her fault. It was her
emotional state. But I didn't know how much longer I could deal with
it. It had been more than a year. My heart was heavy and I was
earnestly confused. I took another deep breath and sighed, looking
over toward the door. I was startled to see someone in the doorway.
When she saw me looking at her, she stepped in. "I wanted to see if
you were still here and ok". It was Joan. "Yep, still here, and
surviving", I replied, leaning back into my chair.
"I thought you went home hours ago." I said. "I did," she said, "That
is, I started to." She put her jacket down on the back of the chair
and sat down. "I heard what you were saying". She said. "I didn't
mean to eavesdrop." She sat down in the chair. "You know, she
probably doesn't mean what she's saying." I grinned. "I'm not sure if
it even matters any more." I said, "I'm tired". "It'll pass." she
said. "Will it?" I asked. "Will it really? What is it? What have I
done wrong? I don't even know if I can love any more." She got up from
the chair, came to the desk and leaned against it, right in front of
me. "Is that what you think?" she asked. She was close, real close.
For a split second, I found myself looking at her as I did during
the day sometimes. I couldn't help it, with the one-piece ÂÂ
stretch-knit skirt she had on and her perfume drifting toward me,
but I looked away. She was trying to help.
"I really don't know." I said. She moved to the side of the desk that I
was looking toward so I was looking at her again. "Really." This time
it was a mix between a question and a statement. I looked up her. The
look on her face was that of a question. Her eyes seemed to burn
into me. "What do you want me to say?" I asked, "I can only say what I
feel".
She turned and walked over to the office door. She closed it and walked
back behind my chair. Her walk was smooth and quiet. I watched her
as her hips swayed, walking around my chair. She put her hands
on my shoulders, massaging them for a few moments, then pushed them
down onto my chest. She leaned over and whispered closely by my ear,
"Do you feel this?" Her perfume filled my nostrils; her cool slim
hands roamed my chest. Her hair lay against my neck. My heart pounded.
"Oh, Geez, yes", I said, "Geez, yes". My body was like a limp rag
under her young hands. She kissed my neck softly, moving up by my ear,
stopping to nibble on my earlobe, her hands still searching my chest.
She switched sides, kissing and gently tonguing the other side of
my neck, as her hands rose and started unbuttoning my shirt.
I was getting a hard-on, and fast. "Please..." I started. "Shhhhh",
she whispered in my ear. I wasn't sure about this. There were a
million things going through my mind. Was it right? Even if it
wasn't, could I say no? Why was she doing it? Should I let it
continue? But they were mute questions. Whatever the reasons, ÂÂ
whatever the answers, it was happening. I don't think I could have
stopped it if I wanted to. My wife hadn't made love to me in months
and my entire soul was in Joan's hands right at this moment. She
pulled my shirt off of my shoulders, down to my sides from behind the
chair, then slipped around to the side of the chair. She slowly ÂÂ
pulled my T-shirt from my pants upward to expose my chest and leaned
forward, gently kissing and licking a nipple. "Do you feel this?" she
asked as she passed from one to the other. My head was back against ÂÂ
the chair as I drowned in her touch and kisses. I could only sigh a
soft "yes" in response.
As she kissed and licked my nipples, she let a hand lower into my
crotch. She massaged my rock-hard prick through my pants, squeezing
it, squeezing my balls. She started to breathe heavy herself. She
pulled away slowly and sat on my desk, facing me. She tossed her hair
back from her face and stared at me. She reached up and slowly
pulled the shoulders down from her dress. She pulled them down
halfway off of her breasts. She rubbed her hands gently across the
tops of them, watching my eyes. I reached up slowly and touched one of
her legs. She pushed my hand from her leg gently. "Not yet", she
said. Her silhouette was perfect in the light of the lamp behind her.
If it hadn't been for the mirror reflecting the light from behind my
chair, I wouldn't have been able to see the beauty and passion in her
eyes as she stared down at me.
She pulled the dress the rest of the way down off her breasts. They were
small but firm, ravishing. She squeezed her nipples with her
fingers, pulling them, making them stick out. She threw her head
back slightly for a moment, biting her lower lip. Then she looked
forward back down into my eyes. "Do you like what you see?" she
asked. "You must be kidding", I replied "You're beautiful". She smiled
and stood in front of me. She slowly pushed her tight dress over her
hips to the floor. She was wearing sheer pantyhose covering up to her
thin stomach with sheer pink bikini panties beneath. It was too dark
to make out anything else. Again, I reached out to touch her. She
took my hands and held them to the arms of my chair. She moved
forward and moved her knees deep into the sides of my chair and sat on
my knees. I had to push my legs out to keep the chair from tilting
forward.
She started releasing my hands. When I attempted to move them again, she
quickly held them down. "Wait", she whispered. I left my hands
where they were. Again she touched my chest, lightly dragging her nails
across it, downward to my stomach. My cock was mow straining against
my pants. My heart was pounding harder. "I want to touch you", I said.
She put her finger to her lips for a second indicating that I should
be quiet. All the while, staring into my eyes, she reached for my
pants and began unbuckling my belt. She unhooked my pants and unzipped
them. She pulled my underwear down, exposing my cock. She glanced down
for a moment, then looked up, smiling. She wet two of her fingers
and began running them over the exposed underside of my cock. I moaned
and threw my head back. She repeated this twice more. I swear I left
permanent fingerprints in the arms of the chair, trying to obey her
request not to touch her.
She stood up once more, pushed my legs apart and kneeled between them.
She slowly pulled my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. "Do
you want me to continue?" she questioned. "Oh, geez, please let me
touch you!" I whispered. "I asked you, John, do you want me to
continue?" she asked again. "Yes...... yes, yes", I said, giving in
to anticipation. She leaned forward and gently licked my balls one
at a time, sucking one then the other into her mouth. I was still
holding on to the chair. She began licking the entire length of my
cock, with only the tip of her tongue, slowly, teasing. I let out ÂÂ
something between a moan and a whimper.
Soon, she began licking my cock with her hot, flat tongue. I gripped the
arms of the chair tighter. She took my cock in her cool fingers
and pulled it upward. She looked up from my cock as her tongue
reached out and licked the head. She sucked the head into her
mouth and started sucking on it gently probing the hole with her
tongue. I groaned. She kept sucking on the head of my cock for a few
moments, and then she went down. I gasped for breath as the sensation
shot from my cock up into my stomach. I was almost paralyzed with
ecstasy. She would suck my cock into her mouth, then stop and tease
the head of my cock for moments, then begin sucking my cock again.
She kept teasing me this way until I thought I was going to go insane,
not to mention being in desperate fear of climaxing before I could
touch her. I think she sensed it.
She stopped and stood up, my cock throbbing and jumping from her
treatment. She pulled her pantyhose down past her rear. She sat
back against the desk again and pulled her pantyhose off slowly from
one leg at a time. She tossed them onto my crotch and stood right in
front of the chair. She leaned back, put her hands back on the desk, so
her sheer pink panties were right in front of me. "Take them off",
she said. I leaned forward and reached for them. "Not with your
hands", she almost hissed "with your teeth". I put my arms on each
side of her hips and reached out to my desk. I stopped to kiss her
stomach; I licked from her navel to her underwear. It was her turn,
now.
She shuddered as I licked her sheer, now very wet panties. I licked
across the top of her panties to one side, took the side in my teeth
and pulled them down as far as they would stretch. Then once again, I
licked from that side, across her upper thigh, across the top
hairs of her pussy, to the other hip. She sighed and shook again. I
took the other side and pulled them down as far as they would
stretch. It wasn't enough, so I repeated the procedure again.
This time, as my tongue crossed closer to the top of her pussy, she
whimpered. Her arms were shaking under her weight, still leaned back
against the desk. This time when I had done both sides, I grabbed her
panties from the front in my teeth and pulled them down. She lifted
one leg to get them lower, then let them fall to the floor.
I looked up as she leaned forward and smiled. "Yesssss", she hissed,
kicking them off the rest of the way. I couldn't wait any more. She
had stepped back to the desk and started to push herself the rest of
the way onto the desk. I stood up and took her hips in my hands and
helped her upward. She leaned back on the desk. I dropped to my knees
in front of her pussy, holding her legs firmly apart. Vengeance was
mine. I teased her as she had me. I gently licked her pussy
lips, slowly upward, teasing her clitoris with quick flicks of my
tongue. She took quick gasps, then I would stop and play with her
pussy with my tongue a while longer. Then, back to her clitoris,
teasing, licking sucking, until she was panting and I could tell she
was on the verge of coming. Then I'd stop again and explore. Now ÂÂ
her moans turned almost to grunts of disappointment when I'd ÂÂ
stop. She was going crazy. Good, she knew how she made me feel.
Well, for another minute, anyway. The next time I stopped her on edge,
she sat up from the desk, grabbed me by the hair with both hands
and pulled my head up to her mouth. She kissed me, trapping my tongue
in her teeth for a second and let go. "Shit!" she hissed "Quit teasing
me, you fuck!" This wasn't the little luscious voice that had been
talking sweet nothings only moments ago. She was in a frenzy,
burning up, probably every bit as I was. She let go of my hair with
one hand and grabbed my cock, sliding forward on the desk, directing
it to her pussy. I'd stop, just as the head pressed against the
entrance at the top of her pussy, playing my cock up and down her lips.
She smiled real big at me through her grit teeth and yanked my cock into
her pussy, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me in with
her heels, so I couldn't back out. "You shit!" she hissed. "I can
tease, you can't". My cock had plunged into her hot pussy as she held
me tight to her, moving her hips around on the desk. She kissed
me, driving her tongue into my mouth, squirming on the desk. Her
warmth and wetness was incredible. She grabbed my tongue in her
teeth again. I managed to understand her say "if I move my legs,
will you fuck me? Quit teasing me?" I knew she was just trying to be
tough, but I promised I would. She held my tongue in her teeth and
slowly released her legs. Carefully, in order to avoid any sudden
teeth closure on her part, I began pumping my cock in and out of her
pussy.
After a few strokes, she gasped for air, releasing my tongue. "Faster!"
she begged. I sped up, plunging deep into her pussy. She
started panting, bucking against me. She pulled my head down onto her
chest as I plunged into her, over and over. She moaned, shook,
screamed and bucked wildly as I felt her come onto my cock, clutching
my head to her chest with one hand, and the other around my back.
"Don't stop!" she begged. Her pussy was still hot, tight, my cock
was still hard, and I kept going. New moans of desire again started
becoming cries of passion as she kept pushing against me. I was ready
to come as she came again and suddenly pushed herself away.
She saw my hard cock and began sucking it like a wild animal. I thought
she was going to swallow the whole thing down her throat. Suddenly,
she looked up and had a strange look in her eyes. She reached around
to my back with one hand and pulled me into her mouth. Without
warning, she slid a finger in my asshole and started moving it in
and out as she sucked hard on my cock. This was a new one for me, and
it brought me up on my toes instantly. I moaned loudly as I felt my
cock start throbbing. She stopped. "Ahhhhhhhhh, geeeeeez!" I shouted.
My knees buckled, trying to stand up, they were even shaking. I was
panting like a dog locked in a car on a hundred-degree day. She
smiled up at me, my cock jumping wildly around in her face. "Oh, I'm
sorry! You weren't getting ready to come, were you?" she sneered.
All I could say between pants was "Oh, shit!"
She took stabbing little licks at my cock for a few seconds as it bobbed
around, the throbbing starting to slow down. She put on an evil
smile and said matter-of-factly "don't dish it out if you can't take
it!" She grabbed my cock in her mouth again and began sucking. She
was still finger fucking my ass. I was coming around quickly this
time. I knew this one was going to be hard. I leaned back on the
arms of my chair, which almost tried to roll away from me. I was
getting ready to come again when she hesitated, just for a second.
My eyes opened up like saucers as I stared down at her. "Mmmmm?" she
hummed, smiling. Then she continued. I think I exploded like a volcano.
I must have come for a few minutes, struggling to keep the chair ÂÂ
steady as she sucked down everything, driving me to the brink, ÂÂ
until I was so spent, I got sensitive and tried to back away.
Needless to say, I wound up on the floor.
Joan flopped down on top of me, laughing. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm fine," I gasped, laughing as well. She kissed my neck and
then my mouth, deep, long. She pulled away and looked into my eyes
with her dark brown eyes again. She smiled, got up and offered me a
hand from the floor. She picked up her clothing from the floor and
started getting dressed. So did I. We smiled, but didn't say much at
first.
As she was putting her shoes on, she looked over at me. "You're
attractive, John." She said. "Your wife would have a reason to
be jealous. You have a nice body, and you're a hell of a lover."
She straightened herself up and picked up her jacket and purse. I
zipped up my pants and buckled up. I grabbed her as she headed for
the door and spun her around. We kissed once more, then she pulled
away.
I gave her a ride home that night. We didn't say much. When we looked at
each other, we'd just smile. When I dropped her off, she thanked
me, opened the door and began to step out. Before she stood up, she
turned and looked back at me. "This didn't happen. I guess you know
that." She said softly. I knew what she meant and I knew she was
right. "I know... but it was the best thing that never happened to me
in my life." I said. She just smiled, got out and closed the door.
My family life? Well, you might be surprised, but it's improved. I've
learned to be a little more patient with my wife's problems and
she's calmed down a lot more. She even got medication that helps her
moods.
Office life? I thought it might be difficult dealing with her still
working around me but amazingly enough, we both act as if it
never happened. My secretary came back, but every once in while,
Joan would look over from her desk and a small smile would cross her
lips.
Bob walked over to my desk one morning while she was bent over looking
into a file cabinet. "Man, I'd like to get some of that!" Bob mumbled.
I looked at Bob for a second and then looked back at Joan. "Yeah,
Bob... in my dreams."
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