Office Mating_(0)

In a way, it’s because of my wife’s terrific sex drive that I’m having an affair right now. Things were going along just fine, and I was happily monogamous, until that Saturday afternoon when my wife just ¬had to have my cock. Maybe I’ll use that as my defense if she ever finds out. “It’s all the fault of your horny cunt!” I’ll say. Or maybe not.

Make no mistake: I love my wife, and I love the fact that she’s got a near-insatiable sexual apatite. Annie is an all-around gem of womanhood. Statuesquely tall, with a great figure, golden-tan skin and shining, curly black hair, she’s a knockout by anyone’s standards. She made good money doing part time modeling in her college days, and the intervening twelve years haven’t diminished her beauty in the least. And she’s smart and funny and a great companion and everything else that goes into making a perfect wife.

The other woman in my life is my co-worker Kate. Most people would say that she’s not as attractive as my wife, but personally I don’t feel compelled to rank women like that–to mentally line them up in order of their beauty the way school kids are lined up in order of height. There’s more to the beauty of a woman than just how closely she approaches some abstract ideal of perfection. I didn’t always feel that way, but being around Kate drove that truth home to me. She’s about five foot three, has straight blonde hair, and is a little more roundly padded than today’s anorexic standards of beauty claim is ideal. But Kate has a wonderful personality that just sparkles and fills her body and her face with life. She gives the impression that she accepts herself totally; that she loves her body and she expects you to do the same. She’s beautiful and sexy because she acts beautiful and sexy.

Kate and I have been sharing an office for about two years. The building our company is in didn’t have enough offices to fit our staff, so many of us double up. Kate and I get along really well, and almost from our first day of working together we engaged in a lot of good-humored flirting. We’re both happily married, but flirting was fun and seemed harmless. At first, this was only verbal–lots of sexual joking around of the “that’s what she said” variety.

Over time, things got a little more physical. We’d touch as we brushed past each other in our office, sometimes just casually, sometimes with a definite sexual playfulness. Kate seemed to like my butt, and after a while I couldn’t turn my back on her within arms reach without getting an affectionate pat. Naturally, that gave me permission to return the complement in kind, and in that way things gradually escalated.

One day Kate was messing with a computer cable under her desk. She was down on her hands and knees, and her snug little skirt was stretched tight over her round ass. After she’d reconnected the cable, she stayed on her hands and knees and maneuvered so that her bottom was pointing straight at me. “Aw, darn it,” she said, feigning annoyance. “Just look at this thing, David. Do you know what to do with one of these?” She wiggled her ass, just to make sure I knew what she was talking about.

“Let me take a look,” I said, and squatted down behind her. “Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think I know how to handle this.” I knew what I was about to do was pushing the boundaries, but I couldn’t stop myself. Getting down on the floor with her like this had been a mistake. The smell of her perfume and the sexy, incredibly female look of her in this bent-over position were making my head swim. I ran my hands up and over her buttocks, then reached forward until I had a hand on each of her hips. I gripped hard, holding onto her the way I’d hold a woman while fucking her doggy style.

Neither of us moved or spoke for a few moments. Then Kate said “Oh,” very quietly, but still we just stayed frozen in place. My cock was rigid and throbbing in my pants, and the office was silent except for the sounds of our breathing.

“W-we have to stop,” Kate finally said. We weren’t really doing anything, but I knew what she meant.

“Yeah,” I said, but I didn’t move. I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back while simultaneously leaning my own body forward. The hard bulge in my pants bumped against what I calculated was the exact location of her cunt, hidden by a few layers of clothing. I held us like that, my crotch pressed hard against her ass and pussy.

“Oh,” Kate said again, and then: “Oh fuck!”

I was wondering if I should take those words as an invitation, but just then I looked up and saw someone walking past the glass door to our office. Although Kate was hidden by her desk, anyone looking in through that door would have seen me kneeling there like I was praying before the altar of a keyboard drawer. To say nothing of the fact that someone could come strolling into the office at any moment. Reality came crashing back in on me, and I let go of Kate’s hips and stood up.

“Sorry,” I said.

“No, don’t be,” she said with a smile as she got up herself. Then she took a deep breath and blew it out with a “Whew!” sound. “Hank sure is going to get some action tonight!” Hank is her husband’s name. We both laughed. Kate looked down at the bulging front of my pants and raised her eyebrows. “And Annie too, I guess,” she smirked.

After that experience we toned things down for a while, but our restraint didn’t last. About a week later Kate was standing close to me as she put her jacket on at the end of the day. She seemed to be deliberately pushing her chest toward me, and when she reached her arm back I could see her nipples raising proud little bumps in her tightly stretched blouse and bra. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was up, cupping her tit. Again the two of us froze, she with her arm half into her jacket sleeve. After a while Kate let her breath out with a sigh. “Jeeze,” she said. “Welcome back to Junior High School, Kate. You’re wetting your panties because a cute boy is copping a feel of your booby.” This made us both laugh, and we separated and pulled ourselves together. Kate finished putting on her jacket. Just before she left she turned to me.