12 comments/ 45304 views/ 6 favorites Wife's Day in Her Office By: jdmd2626 My wife wrote this letter last night after meeting an old co-worker in her office at the end of her day. I will write more of what happened when we got home and what is to come over the next day or so. Enjoy! As I sat at my desk, waiting, I could feel my pulse in my pussy. I was throbbing in anticipation of his arrival. It felt as if my pussy was so swollen, pressing into my thong so tightly. I looked down and could see my nipples so clearly, pushing so hard against the silk lining of my short, sleeveless yellow flowered dress. My bare, hard nipples being teased and massaged with every movement. My thong was soaked and I worried if I was creating a wet spot on my dress where I sat. I could feel my juices flowing, wetting my inner thigh. My fingers trembled on my keyboard as I imagined him inside me. It had been years but I've never forgotten the feeling. The first time I had held his cock, so heavy, so thick, longer than any I've ever had. How it felt inside me. I could feel him, stretching me, pushing my walls to the side as he entered me. I jumped. My phone rang. It was my husband. He could hear the trembling in my voice. He asked how I was. I said preoccupied with work. He laughed, started flirting. He was just as excited as I though he did not know about Paul, yet. I told him I had to go but I'd pick him up from work at 4:30pm. I looked at my computer and it showed 3:10pm. He would be here any minute. I woke up this morning thinking of Paul. It had been three years since we had seen each other. We talked or emailed from time to time but we would finally see each other again today, even if it was just for a few minutes. I knew we would make the best of our time. Paul and I had worked together and the night of his going away party, the day before he transferred to a West Coast office, we had a night that I've never forgotten and think of often. He took me like no man had ever taken me. I made my way to the shower and as I stepped in, my finger traced my slit and I was dripping already. I washed my shoulder length auburn hair, soaped and caressed my firm breasts and twisted and pulled on my hard, long nipples. At 5'3" my legs seemed very long as I shaved them smooth, moving up to shave away any hair that was near my opening or on my lips, leaving a small tuft of red hair just above my clit. My belly was not flat but it was in no way fat and my hips looked curvier than I remembered ever seeing them. It must be the moment I thought. At 47 I still had what others called a beautiful body. Even after children my breasts were a firm 36b and at 130 lbs my shape was hourglass as my husband would say. I walked to my closet. John, my husband, sat on the bed watching the morning news. Hmmmm you smell very nice he said as I walked by with only a white towel around me. That was a longer than normal shower my love. I smiled and said I'm glad you think so. I knew what I was wearing. I let the towel drop to the floor. I pulled my black lacy thong out of my drawer and pulled it up my legs. I could feel the crotch clutching my throbbing pussy and felt the tiny string against my ass. I picked out my favorite f-me bra which John had bought me last Christmas. It was a black lace shelf bra with half cups, leaving my breasts and nipples uncovered. I heard John cough and turned and he just smiled at me. I stepped into my sleeveless, short yellow dress and walked over to John and asked him to zip me. As he pulled the zipper slowly up my back, he reached in front of me and cupped my left breast, pinching my hard nipple. Once zipped, he slid his other hand up my thigh until his fingers touched my mound. Margaret you are so wet he said. I turned and kissed him. I told him I'd be sure to be in the same condition when we got home. If only he'd known. I heard a light knock and almost jumped from my chair. I turned and there was Paul. God he's huge I thought to myself as he took up my whole doorway. And so gorgeous. I almost leapt from my chair into his arms. We gave each other a hug. He stepped into my office and closed my door and as our lips met, I heard him lock my office door. I melted into his strong arms as he held me against him, my feet not touching the ground. He stepped further into my office and gently let me down as his hand reached to cup my breast. I moaned into his mouth as my hands found his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling his tie off. I opened his shirt and my mouth locked over his nipple as he pinched mine. I sucked his nipple into my mouth as I felt him twist mine. I moaned into his chest. I started to move my mouth down his chest and he pushed me back until the back of my legs touched the seat of my chair and he made me sit. I looked up at him and with trembling fingers my hands traced down his bare belly to his pants and I pulled open his belt. I undid his slacks and unzipped him. I pushed his slacks down his muscular thighs and I could see the outline of his semi hard cock through his silk boxers. My hand reached for that cock. I rubbed him through his boxers. My hand could only fit half way around his thick cock, as I stroked him up and down, feeling him grow in my hand. He pushed his boxers down and I gasped. He looked even bigger than I remembered. So thick. His cock stuck straight out and I slid my hand from the huge head down the long thick shaft until I grasped it at the base. I leaned forward in my chair and kissed the head, tonguing his cap. I ran my lips from the underside of his cock from the head to his huge balls. I cupped his balls with my other hand and sucked them into my mouth as I stroked him. He felt as if he was getting harder. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, loving the feeling of his thickness against my lips. I moved my mouth up his long shaft and my mouth took his head in, trying to fit his hugeness into my mouth. My mouth stretched as I took him in. My hands slid around his hips until I was holding his ass as I felt his huge hands on the back of my head, pulling my mouth towards his body. His hips pushed at the same time he pulled my head towards his body and my mouth went further onto him as his cock went deeper into my mouth, until he was at the back of my throat. He felt me gag and he thrust his cock and pushed me deeper and I felt him enter my throat. I gagged again and he did the same until he was deep in my throat. I just held him there and tried to massage him with my tongue as he moaned. I could feel his cock throbbing. He held my head so tight and moved his hips lightly, back and forth as I held him there, buried in my throat. Finally he pulled his cock slowly out of my throat and as my mouth was pulled off of him, I could see my slobber all over his thick, engorged cock. Paul lifted me up from my chair and I guided him back to another chair. I made him sit as I pulled his shoes and pants off. He looked so good, naked except an open shirt and his tie hanging on both sides. I reached for his tie and took an end in both hands as I moved to him, his legs between mine. I placed a knee on the edge of the chair and I could feel the hardness of his cock rubbing my pussy through the material of my thong. I had waited so long for this. I placed my other knee on the chair straddling Paul. As I reached between my legs his hand moved up my back to unzip my dress. As he unzipped my dress I pulled my thong to the side. As Paul pushed my dress off my shoulders I pulled my arms out and my dress fell around my waist. My breasts were now free, being held by my half bra so tightly, pushing them out capped with my jutting, hardened nipples. My hand dropped to grab his cock and I guided him to my opening. As I felt his head nudge my lips open, Paul moved his hands to my hips gripping me harder. I felt him pushing me down and I gave myself to him. I felt my pussy start to slide down his long, thick shaft, stretching me like I've never felt, my walls clutching his cock as he continued deeper. I looked down and there was still so much more cock to enter me. As I felt and watched the rest disappear into my body a shock went through me and my head fell back as Paul held me. He pulled my body to him and he took a nipple into his mouth. As he bit my nipple he lifted me up the entire length of his cock and slammed me down hard onto him. I collapsed into him. It felt that at one moment I was empty then the next I was stuffed so full. It felt so incredible. I clutched Paul's head, holding onto him tight, holding his mouth tight against my breast as he lifted me again and slammed me down again. The shocks between my nipple and pussy were more than intense. I buried my face into his shoulder as Paul pulled me up again then back down. I could feel my pussy start to spasm and my legs start to shake. I felt my pussy open as my juices and cream started flooding out of me around Paul's massive cock. Each time I was pulled down I could hear and feel my juices being forced out of me. The spasms took over my body and I started shaking uncontrollably. I whimpered into Paul's ear to fuck me harder, which he did. Paul was literally pulling me almost completely off his cock and slamming me down. He thrust his hips up into me sending his massive cock even deeper, which sent me even further over the edge. I held on as I had the most massive orgasm of my life. Paul wouldn't let up and just fucked up into me so hard. I was a rag doll in his hands. I moan into his ear ... keep fucking me hard, don't stop, just fuck me. Paul picked me up and carried me over to the window shelf, never pulling out of me. My legs wrapped around him and he started thrusting into me. I looked down and watched this massive, long, thick cock piston in and out of me so fast it was a blur. I could see my cream covering his beautiful cock every time he pulled out. I watched in amazement and I felt another powerful orgasm building and I started getting dizzy. It got stronger with every thrust until it took over my body, my legs jutting straight out, shaking so hard. I pulled Paul's mouth to mine and just opened my mouth into his and moaned, hoping he would muffle my moans. Paul reached up with his hand and wrapped it around my throat, squeezing, cutting the blood off to my brain. I went nuts. The orgasm that was the most intense I ever felt got stronger. My body went limp, my pussy was throbbing and spasms rocked my body. All I could do was moan into his mouth for him to keep fucking me, over and over again. My orgasm never lifted and I felt my pussy walls spasm, clutching his thick cock so tight. His thrusts got faster and faster, fucking me so hard until he pulled me so hard onto him as he thrust deep on last time and I felt his cock thicken even wider as he shot load after load deep inside of me. His cock kept throbbing and twitching as my walls clutched and milked his cock of every drop of his sweet cum. We stayed there, him holding me so tight, locked together, his cock so deep in me. When he pulled out of me I could see my lips being stretched around the length of his cream covered cock. He pulled out until his huge head remained inside of me. I could feel the huge rim of the head of his cock at my opening inside of me. He stretched my opening again as he pulled out and another orgasm ripped through me. As he pulled out, he pulled my black thong back over my swollen, drenched pussy. I watched as his massive load mixed with my juices flooded into the crotch of my thong making my black thong even blacker. I moved off the window sill and fell to my knees and started to clean his softening cock with my mouth. We tasted so good. The mixture of him and I was delicious. I took him so deep until my nose was against his belly. He held my head tight. I held him there and moaned around his cock. He pulled me up and our lips met as I shared our juices with him. As he held me he guided my hands and arms back into my dress and his hand moved to the small of my back as he zipped my dress up. Our lips parted and he stood in front of me, naked from the waist down as he straightened out my dress. I literally collapsed into his arms as he held me. I whispered into his chest. That was the most incredible fuck I've ever had. He kissed the top of my head. I let go and he pulled his pants on. He slipped on his shoes. I looked at my clock on the wall and it was 3:55pm. I had to leave to get John. How was I going to walk? I gingerly made it to my desk chair and sat down. I could feel my pussy, soaked and swollen, press against my chair. I knew the back of my dress would be drenched. I know John would not only see it, he would be able to smell the sex that surrounded me. I pulled the hem of my dress up and my inner thighs were glazed with Paul's and my juices all the way down to my knees. I smiled to myself as Paul came to my chair. He pulled me up and kissed me. I said I had to go. Paul told me to call him as he was staying a few extra days. My heart skipped and my mind wandered of what may come. As I left my office I pulled the door shut then opened it again. I could smell us. I could still feel Paul inside me. I was so wet, so stretched, so swollen. My pussy throbbed. I couldn't wait to get home with John. I smiled and closed and locked the door. To be continued... Wife's Day in Her Office Ch. 02 Ok, to those that leave comments, I am neither a wimp nor am I into cuckolding, however you spell it. My wife is my best friend and lover and we simply have an open marriage, really, just for her. There is not another woman on this earth that I'd rather be with. We are both equal in careers. She enjoys being sexual with other men, very selectively and, unfortunate for me, not all that often. When she is in the throes of passion, be it me or with another, there is not a more beautiful erotic sight. For those that hate reading about women being with other men while their spouse is present, why do you read such stories? Very confusing. So, if you're not into this, stop and click back and please move on. For those with encouraging comments and corrective criticisms, thanks as I'm learning. I enjoy writing "some" of the wild times we have had and it gives me even more pleasure knowing one other person enjoyed reading about us, as I enjoy reading about others. So this is the second part of three of my Wife's day at the office. We don't get a chance to write often so it may be a while till we write the third and last. * My wife was a few minutes late picking me up as she is from time to time. I got into the car as usual, put my briefcase on the floor behind her seat and leaned over to give Margaret a kiss. The kiss was very different than the usual hello kiss we exchange every afternoon. Her lips were extremely soft, wet and her mouth opened very sensuously. It was a kiss that reminded me of when we are in the throes of making passionate love, not fucking. My cock stiffened and as I pulled away, I gazed into her eyes. They were very glassy. I've seen them many times like this before. A very satisfied, glazed look. I settled back as Margaret pulled out of the parking space in front of my office and looked over at her. She wore a very slight smile along with a very mellow, washed out, but very relaxed look upon her. I smiled and said, "You look extremely happy and relaxed!" She responded with a bigger smile and just stared straight ahead and said, "Oh, do I?" Her neck and chest were very flushed. I continued looking down, noticing her nipples that were larger and harder than normal showing through her sheer yellow dress. My cock stiffened more. My eyes continued over her flat stomach and down to her legs and that's when my heart skipped more than one beat. There in front of me was my wife's left inner thigh absolutely coated with a glaze that I recognized immediately. I leaned over and put my right hand on her right thigh. I then reached over and lightly traced my fingers from her left knee up her inner thigh feeling the dried mixture of what would eventually be announced to be hers and another's combination of cum. She looked down and then at me and smiled. I said "You've been very bad today, haven't you?" She looked over and said, "Maybe!" She let my fingers linger, tracing up and down her thigh from smooth skin to the dried mixture of Margaret's and someone's sexual fluids. It was an unbelievable amount and I traced my fingers higher under the hem of her short, tight, yellow flowered dress until my fingers touched the drenched crotch of her thong. Margaret let out a moan and a shiver. Her pussy felt so inflamed and swollen under the thin crotch, stretching so tightly over her. I pressed my fingers into the crevice between the most beautiful pussy lips, feeling the hardness of her clit and the juices that flowed from the inner depths of my wife. She spread her legs slightly as I massaged her through her thong until she reached and pulled my hand away. Margaret said in a very low but forceful voice, "Please stop, I can barely drive as it is, we'll talk when we get home." I brought my fingers to her mouth and watched her take them in between her lips and watched as her tongue traced its way around my fingers. I kissed her on her right cheek, straightened the hem of her dress and sat back for what would be a long, agonizing ride home. We pulled into our driveway and parked. I watched my wife slink out of the driver's side. We both left our briefcases in the back of the Explorer and I waited for her to come around the side of the truck. She took my hand and I walked up our front steps, slightly behind her, able to smell the sex that was surrounding her and see the dried mixture of juices up close. I unlocked the front door and opened it for her. As Margaret entered the house, she gently took my hand and we headed, with me following, down the long hallway to our bedroom. We walked through the door and I led her to the bed where I sat down and pulled her to me. Once between my legs, fully clothed, I reached with both hands and put them on both sides of her head and pulled her lips down to mine. As we kissed, my right hand slowly dropped, moving over her breast to her right hip, pulling her body closer. As our bodies touched my right hand moved behind her and up her back until I reached the top and slowly pulled the zipper to her dress down to the arc of her lower back. Margaret broke our kiss and moved her hands to my tie and very slowly and seductively lowered the knot slightly and untied my tie. Once she had it untied, she opened the top button of my shirt and slowly pulled my tie out from my shirt collar dropping it to the floor. Margaret then undid the rest of my buttons and pushed the shirt off my shoulders and pulled my arm out of each sleeve until my shirt joined my tie. She took my hands and pulled me up from the bed. Her hands caressed my chest as they dropped to my belt. It was excruciating to watch her undo my buckle so slowly and then watch as she pulled it from the loops of my pants. It too joined my shirt and tie and she undid my slacks, pushed them down over my hips until they were around my ankles. It was then that she sunk to her knees, kissing her way down my chest until she was kissing me right above the waist band of my boxers. With her hands on my thighs, Margaret traced her mouth over my hardened cock, teasing me until finally her hands moved up and pulled me free of my boxers. My cock sprang out and within a second my cock was deep into my beautiful wife's throat. After a minute of holding my cock in her throat and running her tongue around my hardness, I pulled her up and again brought her lips to mine. I pulled her dress down off her shoulders and peeled it down to wear it draped around her flaring hips. My wife was standing there wearing her black lace shelf bra, which was holding the bottom of both her breasts like two hands. Margaret's bare nipples were literally swollen. Her areolas were puffed like I'd never seen them and her nipples her longer and harder than I'd ever seen. My left hand was on her hip and my right hand moved up to caress her breast being held by the black shelf. I knew then that someone else had seen my wife in the lingerie that I bought for her. This made my cock even harder. My hand closed around her left breast clutching her tightly, squeezing tighter so her areola and nipple protruded even more. I squeezed even harder which I know she loves and lowered my lips to her breast. I gently circled her nipple with my tongue until I could feel her breathing quicken. It was then that I opened my mouth, covering her nipple as I slowly bit the base of her nipple lightly. I increased the pressure with my teeth and once I knew she could feel the pleasure and pain of my bite, I slowly dragged my teeth up her nipple. As I did Margaret let out a moan I rarely hear, only when she is having the hardest orgasm. She had just cum from only having her nipple bit. I pushed her slightly away and peeled the rest of her tight dress down over her hips until it fell to the floor. I helped her step out of it and there before me was my beautiful wife, standing with a black shelf bra that held her breasts so delicately and the matching black thong that I thought only I had seen. My right hand reached and cupped her mound, pressing tightly into her body. The look in Margaret's eyes was incredible. The lust she was feeling must have been stronger than I've ever witnessed. I moved the crotch of her thong to the side and that was the first time to see her swollen, inflamed pussy. Her lips were larger than ever, so swollen and open. Her clit was fire red, sticking out from her folds. I ran the tip of my finger up along her opening and could not believe how wet and open the entrance to her body was. I had to have her. I pulled her onto the bed and laid her on her back, with me positioned on top, between her legs so that my eyes were inches from my wife's most private areas. I looked up and as I hooked my fingers in the sides of her tiny thong, and she lifted her ass from the bed to assist me in removing her thong, I said, "I want to hear everything, every little detail and I want to know got you in this condition." As I peeled her black, drenched, cum covered thong off her supple body, she began talking. Margaret asked if I remembered the night a few years back when she stayed at the Hilton, which was right up the street from her offices, after a work function. I did as it was the last time that she had to stay overnight for work. She explained that an associate had been given a going away party, which I remembered. She went on and told me that, after the party, she and Paul, her associate, did go back to her hotel room together to have a glass of wine before calling it a night. Now it all made sense. When my wife got home the next day from that function, and we were making love, I kiddingly asked if she had any unexpected visitors in her hotel room the night before. When she replied maybe, I told her to tell me all about it and what she recounted was one of the hottest, what I thought was made up, sex fantasies that obviously now, was not made up. It was at that time that my mouth covered her pussy. I sucked on my wife's opening and down to her ass and then up to suck her hardened clit into my mouth. Once I wrapped my lips around her clit and started flicking my tongue over the tip, she raised her ass off the bed, pushing her pussy hard against my mouth. It was then I stopped. I looked up at her and said, "So everything you told me that night about the guy with the huge cock who fucked you all night was true?" She responded with, "You never asked me if it was true or not!" She was right. I hadn't. My wife continued, "Well, Paul is back at corporate for a few days this week and he came up to my office to say hi as we hadn't seen each other in years." I asked if she knew he was coming east and she said, "Maybe" which included a little smile. "Keep going" I demanded as my mouth fell to her pussy, licking and sucking my wife's sweet opening. My wife continued. This is what I remember she said...... "Paul came into my office and I got up to say hello and to give him a hug. I knew he was coming and there was a lot of built up anticipation. He's really tall and big and when I put my arms around him he pulled me up and we kissed but the kiss didn't stop. Our lips were locked together it seemed. My thoughts were racing back to the night at the Hilton. He put me down and guided me back to my chair where I sat with him standing so close in front of me. He was right in front of me and could see his cock getting hard under his pants. I couldn't help myself. I remember so well how wonderful his cock was. I opened his pants and pushed them down and his cock seemed even bigger than I remembered. I touched him and my hand couldn't reach around him he's that thick. I stroked him and it's unreal how long he is. I took him in my mouth and he pulled my head towards him, making me take him deep in my throat." At that point I had concentrated my licking on her clit and I pushed a finger inside her already open, gaping hole, curling my finger so I could rub her G spot at the same time. Margaret stopped talking and as I licked faster and rubbed her harder her hips rose off the bed. I looked up and I saw her stomach going into spasms. Her thighs started shaking uncontrollably and her nectar started seeping out over my finger and hand. That's when I locked my mouth over her clit and put another finger inside, which sent her way over the edge. Her hips bucked as her hands clutched my head forcing my mouth even harder against her. She did not stop bucking and shaking until I forced my head away from her, which seemed like forever. My mouth went back to her opening as I sucked as much of my wife's juices out of her. With that I moved up her body and slid my hard cock into her. My mouth covered hers as we shared her sweet taste. She felt so tight, which I knew was from the massive orgasm she just had and as I hammered my cock into her, she slowly opened wider than I had ever felt her. As I steadily stroked in and out of her I told her to keep talking. She told me that she had taken Paul's pants and shirt and tie off and they moved to another chair where he sat down. She said his cock stood straight up and was as thick as her forearm and just as long. She went on about how he unzipped the very dress I just unzipped and pulled her dress down to her waist as she straddled him. She told me how Paul had lowered her onto his huge cock and that she had never felt so filled in her life. She told me how she had a huge orgasm as soon as he entered her. She told me that once she knew he was all the way in that she couldn't move and her body was shaking uncontrollably. He grabbed her hips and started raising her up the length of his long thick cock only to slam her down onto him, ramming his huge cock into her tight pussy. She went on saying as he continued fucking her like this, she had no idea how many times she came or if she ever stopped cumming. Margaret went on how Paul picked her up and sat her on the shelf of her window. She wrapped her legs around his waist, held onto his neck as he positioned his cock at her entrance and slammed the entire length of his cock into her. This is when she said her pussy erupted. She could feel her cream oozing out of her and down into the crack of her ass. She could hear the sounds of her fluids spraying out around the sides of his cock with every one of his thrusts. She said she never stopped cumming and was begging Paul to keep fucking her, which he did. My wife told me that when Paul was getting close, he pulled her body to his and locked his mouth over hers. All she could do was hold her mouth open because he was slamming in and out of her so fast and hard that she literally was losing her mind. In one last hard thrust she told me Paul had grabbed both her shoulders from behind and slammed her down onto him and she could literally feel his balls against her pussy, he was that deep. She told me she felt his thick cock grow even thicker and as he came, it felt as if he was squirting huge bursts of cum. Margaret told me that when he finally pulled out of her, she could see his cock completely covered with her thick cream and his thighs looked like he had showered in her fluids. When he pulled her from her window ledge she said her wide stretched, open pussy just emptied so much of his cum and her juices that they ran down each of her legs. With that I buried my cock into her and shot what was one of the largest loads I've shot in years. Margaret and I laid there, me catching my breath, still inside and still on top of her. She quietly whispered in my ear, "Paul is staying at the Hilton for the next two nights."