#wifes coworker

Jake’s friend had dragged him to the 80′s band festival. It was across the state, miles from home, so he wasn’t exactly happy to be there.  He was driving, which meant he was the only one not smoking weed or getting drunk. Jake left his friends, who were lit, to try and find something non-alcoholic to drink.

“Debbie?!?” he said somewhat shocked to see a coworker.

“Jack?! Sorry, Jake, right?” Debbie said sounding oddly professional for someone wearing a see through one-piece in public.  “I didn’t know you were a glamor rock fan,” she said.

Jake noticed she seemed a little buzzed.  He was beginning to think he was being pranked because Debbie was pretty straight laced and was in HR at work.

“Hey, I like your shirt, man,” she said sounding more casual. “You’re tall!” she said all of a sudden, staring up at him. “Sorry, I’m a bit wasted,” she said putting a finger to her lips before leaning against his chest playfully.

Debbie’s hand was suddenly on Jake’s bulge. “So, is your wife here?” she asked in a hushed tone. She squeezed his cock through his jeans. “My husband is totally stoned and I need some hard cock,” she practically growled in his ear as she held onto his cock.

“Yeah, definitely,” Jake said. He led her out of the crowded area into a secluded area with a few empty tents. “Come on, in here.”

Jake was surprised at how willing and freaky Debbie was. She sucked his cock like a professional, gave him a rimjob, fucked his brains out and even let him fuck her up the ass, twice. 

Between debauchery, Debbie told him that she got off fucking random strangers behind her husband’s back.  She would buy slutty outfits and wear them in public, wearing them under her regular clothes until her husband got drunk or high.  “The thought of getting caught turns me on so much,” she whined before working herself up for another romp with Jake.  At the end of the night, they slipped out of the tent and each went back to their groups.

The next workday, Debbie called Jake into her office. She closed her door and lowered the blinds. “Look,” she said sounding like the uptight professional he knew her to be before the festival. “I don’t think either of us want our spouses finding out about this weekend. I just want to be sure you’re willing to keep what happened to yourself,” she said. “I’m sure your wife doesn’t need to kno…”

“I’m not married,” Jake pointed out. All of the color drained from Debbie’s face.  She started to drift towards threatening his job, but he cut her off again. “But you are,” he reminded her. “Aren’t you married to Glen in Corporate HR? I have to imagine that would be a double whammy for you.“

Debbie looked like she was about to faint, clutching at her desk for support. “It’s your word again…”

Jake pulled out his phone and pressed play. On his phone, Debbie was screaming his name and telling him to fuck her harder. “Your cock is so much bigger than Glen’s!” she cried out before Jake stopped the video.

“Now, I’m guessing this isn’t your first time trying to blackmail someone,” Jake said, standing up and approaching her. “And you know I could have your fired and tell Glen about all the nasty little things you do behind his back,” Jake continued ominously, now looming over her petite frame. “But I have to say, I really, really enjoyed it.” He pushed her to her knees and pulled out his cock.  “Just a little down payment on tonight,” he said as Debbie took his cock into her mouth.  “You’re going to be my little plaything for a while,” he promised.

“Honey? Were you serious about that thing we talked about?” Marie asked her husband by text message. It was just past 5:00 on a Friday. Jim said he was serious and asked why she wanted to know.  “Well, there’s a new guy at work, Adam. He started Wednesday…I can’t stop thinking about him!”

Jim’s heart skipped a beat. Before he could respond, Marie  sent her husband a selfie, flashing her tits in the ladies room.  "I caught him staring yesterday…I think he’s in to me.” 

“Okay.  So what’s the plan?” Jim asked, trying not to sound anxious. He thought Marie might want to take her new friend out for a drink or something and feel him out.

“Hold on, I think he’s packing up!” she texted.

Jim waited anxiously for his wife to respond.  He fought the urge to text her for nearly a half hour, not wanting to ruin any progress his wife was making with her first potential affair.  After almost an hour, the suspense was too much. He decided to call her and if she didn’t answer, he wouldn’t leave a message.

Her phone rang three times and was about to go to voicemail when it connected.  JIm started to speak, but all he could hear was the rough, rubbing noise, as if the phone were in a pocket.

In a moment, though, Jim heard a loud, crashing noise he later learned was a stack of papers  and office supplies being thrown off a desk.  “Ohhhh FFFUCK! You’re so big! Sooo big!” he heard his wife moan over the speaker phone.  Her breath sounded haggard and raspy, mixed with the slamming sound of their bodies and Adam’s desk.  “Ohhh…ohhh GGAAAAWWWD. I’M CUMMINGG!” Marie cried out.

Everything went silent for a moment. Marie had passed out from her orgasm, but Adam was still hard and continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of her pussy. “I’m gonna flip you over,” Jim heard the younger man say aloud. “Fuck that tight pussy from behind,” he continued, talking to himself.

Jim heard shuffling noises and soon, the wet slapping sound of his wife being fucked from behind. “Mmmrmrmnng,” she moaned, regaining consciousness.  “Sooo big…oh god, I love your cock!” Marie moaned in a reverent whisper.

Jim had already cum himself, having jerked off as soon as he realized what he was hearing.  He was getting hard again when he heard Adam begin to grunt. The smacking of his thighs against Marie’s ass were growing louder and more erratic. “I’m GONNA CUM!” he warned Jim’s wife.

“No, don’t stop!” Marie begged.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” Adam reminded her.

“I don’t care. Just please! Please, don’t stop. Don’t – OOoooh!” Marie came as she felt the sensation of Adam’s hot, sticky cum erupting inside of her.

Jim listened intently, his free hand covered in his second batch of cum.  He heard some rustling noise and his wife moaning and then realizing she had inadvertently answered the phone earlier. “Hey, honey,” Marie said still gasping for breath. “I hope you enjoyed that. I’ll call you later, okay?”

It was nearly noon the next day when Marie finally got home. She had spent the night with Adam and could barely walk. The first thing she did, however, was kiss her husband and give him a thank you blowjob before sleeping the rest of the day.

“So you’ve never been to Vegas before?” Matt asked Karen. He was honestly surprised that she had never been.

“No, this conference is my first trip. My husband is a little jealous,” she added.  Her husband, Tom had been to Las Vegas dozens of times.  At first, Karen thought he was concerned that she was going along. As it turned out, Tom was just jealous that he wasn’t going himself. She would rather people thought her husband was jealous of other men, so that was how she couched his reservations.

“Don’t worry,” Matt said with a wink, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

It was her colleague’s wink that made her start thinking those impure thoughts. She was going to be alone in a strange city for almost a week and no one there knew her. She could pretend to be anyone, she reasoned.  Sure she had to go to some of the conference events, and Matt was speaking at one of them, but other than that, she could do whatever she wanted.

Those thoughts began to percolate through her mind in the two weeks before her trip. Karen and Tom had met and started dating in their freshman year of college.  She had never really explored any independence on her own.  More and more, this trip was beginning to seem like her chance.

Karen worked herself up into such a frenzy, that the first night in the hotel, she did nothing but eat room service and masturbate furiously.  That normally settled a stray thought or two, but these fantasies were coming in waves.  The next night, she found herself downstairs in the hotel bar, letting strange men buy her drinks while she teased them.

Most of it was harmless flirting, but then she met Steve.  Before she knew it, Karen was upstairs in his room getting fucked from behind by a stranger and letting him cum all over her face.  They continued their romp until the early morning hours when Karen finally made the walk-of-shame back to her own room.

The next night, she was at the bar again and was surprised to see Matt there.  Karen had no way of knowing, but Matt had seen her the night before, leaving the bar holding hands with a strange man.  He approached and seemed more nervous than usual. “Hey, can you help me with my speech?” he squeaked out an excuse nervously. “I’m presenting tomorrow and would love to get your input,” he lied. “We can do it upstairs, I have a suite…” he stopped mid-sentence as Karen stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Sure. Let’s go,” she said keeping up the lie.

“Let me just get my laptop,” Matt said nervously at he let Karen into his suite.  He was trying to play it safe in case he had misread Karen’s signals.  When he returned to the main room, he found Karen topless, looking out the window, her arms and legs stretched.  She spun around revealing her perfect, soft breasts. 

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Isn’t that what you said?” she asked unbuttoning his trousers.  He gulped and nodded. “Let’s try to make this memorable anyway,” she said dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.