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It was barely a month ago that I discovered my husband was having an affair again.
I appreciate to many women that revelation would be heart-breaking, but to me, hailing from France as I do, it wasn’t a huge deal anymore. As a young and impressionable teenager I once witnessed my own father making love to our maid one summer’s afternoon in his study (while my mother tended to the roses in their garden outside), so very little knocks me out of my stride these days.
As it happens, it’s almost accepted in France that there’s always ‘the other woman’ in any relationship, so whenever I’m aware it’s happening again, I simply allow myself a little fun too.
I work as a secretary for Ian, who has been my boss a few months now. I fancied him the first time I clapped eyes on him and knew right away the attraction was mutual. As we got to know each other over the coming weeks and months the attraction grew, and on learning he was having his own marital difficulties with a jealous wife, I decided to spice up our long days in the office with the bit of flirting.
As French women tend to do, I talked quite openly to Ian about relationships and sex. It was interesting to gauge his reaction and was pleasing to see that far from changing the subject, he was always eager to engage.
I would often tell him about my husband’s cock, its size and shape, and how although it was big, he didn’t use it often enough to keep me satisfied. I even asked him whether he felt he could measure up!? The first time we chatted like this, I swear I saw his own cock twitching and growing inside his trousers. I knew if I wanted it, it was there for the taking.
And so it proved, just last week, when we headed south for our first overnight conference together. Earlier in the week I’d discovered some texts on my husband’s phone from his new whore, so I decided I would even up the score somewhat.
On the drive down to Gloucester I announced to Ian I wasn’t intending to sleep alone, and that it would be nice if he’d join me for the night. I sensed some shock in his initial reaction (though also noticed as our discussion progressed, Ian adjusting his driving position, on account of his erection!), so tried to reassure him that it wouldn’t be anything untoward and that anyhow, his wife need never know.
I stressed how I didn’t want to have sex or be unfaithful and that I just wanted some adult intimacy, to be held in another man’s arms, maybe a kiss and a cuddle at most. I explained how my husband had become distant with me since he’d started playing around. I knew this would strike a chord with him, bearing in mind his own wife’s frigidity.
“Besides which, what’s there to worry about if we don’t make love we’ve done nothing wrong…” I argued, knowing that if he was already weak, he may well buy this argument and use it to rationalise his own actions.
It turned out the night was as exciting as I’d fantasised it might be beforehand. Though we stuck to the rules and didn’t fuck, I did get to see and taste Ian’s cock for the first time and I wasn’t disappointed! Initially he’d been hesitant, but once I took my bra off and revealed my breasts to him, he lost all control. I thought at one point I was going to have to let him fuck me (and truth be told, I wanted him to, dearly!) but those weren’t the rules of the game I’d laid out.
Nevertheless, I knew I had to satisfy him, so being the cum-slut that I am, I happily sucked his cock dry. The look on his face as he came and the taste of his semen slipping down my throat was divine and gave me a gorgeous orgasm of my own.
And so it was I’d set the seeds to our affair. We arrived back from the conference on Friday afternoon and spent the weekend with our respective families before returning to the office on Monday.
That first day back in the office was a strange one, and you could cut the atmosphere, the sexual tension, with a knife. In the end, I decided to break the awkward silence and confront it head on, as it seemed Ian was already having guilt pangs.
“So, didn’t you enjoy our little evening in Gloucester then, Ian?” I asked coyly.
“You know I did,” came his reply, before adding, “but I felt bad about it the whole weekend. The more time I spent with my wife and kids, the worse I felt. How did you feel Catherine?”
“Look, we weren’t unfaithful, we didn’t make love. We were just two lonely people, spending some time with each other and keeping each other company. No harm came of it, and no one need ever know.”
“So, didn’t you feel any guilt?”
“No. My husband’s having an affair anyway, so I did nothing he won’t have already done anyway. It actually turned me on, and I couldn’t wait to get home and fuck him!” I added, smiling mischievously as I said it.
“God Catherine, you’re unbelievable!” came Ian’s reply, though for once I don’t think it was meant as a compliment.
“Funnily enough it was the best sex we’d had in along time.” I went on, “I sucked his cock exactly like I did yours, Ian - though he didn’t cum as heavily as you did! And when we made love later, I imagined it was your cock buried deep in my pussy.” I added for good measure.
“Sush, Catherine, someone might hear us.”
“Don’t be such a prude Ian! Wouldn’t you like to put your cock deep inside my pussy?” I asked as I parted my legs and started to rub my clit, my eyes fixed on Ian’s.
I could see his cock twitching once more, so I added, “Is your cock getting bigger yet, Ian?”
“Jesus! Yes, course it is!”
“Then why don’t you join me and rub it then?”
He didn’t answer, but instead started to stroke himself, looking at me as he did, causing my heart to jump a little. I looked right back at Ian sat at his desk, while I made up mind up how far I wanted this to go. He’ll get his chance to fuck me in his office soon enough, I thought, but not today. No, today was all about control. I wanted to know that I’d got him, right where I wanted him.
Slowly I got up from my desk and moved over towards him. Sitting on his desk, I placed my heeled feet either side of the chair in which he was sat, so he had a good view of my snatch. I started to flick at my clit again, through my little black panties and described in more detail how my husband fucked me at the weekend.
“I was imagining it was you all the time, Ian. All the time while my husband’s big cock was inside me, pounding me from behind as he likes to, I was thinking about your thick cock. I was thinking about your hands groping my tits and you licking my ear lobe and biting my neck.”
As I went on, Ian couldn’t resist from stroking himself harder through his trousers.
“Take it out, Ian. Let me see that beautiful cock of yours again. I want to see how big it is.”
Without speaking, Ian unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard, reddening cock for my pleasure.
I could’ve gone down on him straight away but resisted the temptation. I wanted to try and make him cum, without even having any physical contact.
“Ooooh Ian, I do love our cock!” I exclaimed and then found I couldn’t resist from kneeling down on the floor between his legs and touching it’s tip, gently tracing a finger around his bell-end, before taking a firmer grip of his shaft and starting to slowly wank him.
“Ohhh Catherine…..”
I absolutely loved the look on his face and the feeling of power I had over him. Like putty in my hands! I thought, as I rubbed his pulsing hardness up and down, with a slow and tender rhythmic action. There’s nothing I wanted more at that point than to have his thickness deep inside me, but I needed to establish certain boundaries first, if we were to have a proper lasting relationship, so instead I pulled my hand away.
“So, did you fuck your wife this weekend, Ian?”
“No, we haven’t had sex in months.”
I pitied him, because from what I already knew of him, Ian was clearly a sexual animal. The frustration must have driven him wild. Either that, or he must have already had a number of affairs during his marriage?
“So did you toss off then?” I continued to probe, as I started to play with my clit again.
“Yes. Several times. And yes, I was thinking of you when I did.” came his reply.
Again a surge of adrenaline rushed through me at these words and pulling my panties to one side, in order to gain better access, I wanked my excited cunt even harder, smiling and licking the corner of my lips with my tongue, which elicited another “Fucking Hell” from Ian.
Suddenly the phone rang, stopping us both in our tracks.
“Don’t answer it!” I pleaded.
But on looking at the number on the display, Ian mouthed “Sorry!” and picked up the receiver. It was his wife. I could hear her talking and Ian quickly sat himself up straight and began to adjust himself and put his throbbing member away.
No fucking way! I’m not losing out to this frigid bitch! was the thought that immediately sprang to mind, shocking me at at how possessive I suddenly felt.
I grabbed Ian’s hand as if to stop him, and then pulling it gently away, placed my hands around his shaft once more.
Ian responded by holding his hands out in protest and looked down incredulously at me, while his wife continued to jabber away to him down the receiver.
But I’m suddenly incredibly aroused at the thought that’s just gone through my mind. I’m going to have her man’s cum, while she’s talking to him! Right under her very nose! Lets see if he can resist!
Not wanting to give Ian the slightest moment of doubt, I quickly pursed my lips over his glistening, salty tip, before slowly enveloping his length in my mouth.
I felt Ian’s body convulse and then give in to my charms, as my tongue started to work it’s magic. I flicked it over his sensitive swollen head and then round the upper part of the shaft, looking deeply into his eyes as I did. His resistance crumbled, the hand that wasn’t holding the phone grabbed the back of my head and took a handful of my short blonde hair in its grip, as he leant back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Ian was saying very little to his wife by now, save for the odd ‘yes’ or ‘right’ and as I began to milk his cock for cum, my eyes were drawn to the photo of his wife on the desk. Such a prim and proper English woman, I felt no real ill-will to her, but knew she simply didn’t stand a chance against someone like me. We hadn’t even fucked yet, but I knew once I’d got him under my spell, he would be willing to leave her in an instant should I demand it of him. The sense of power was intoxicating and as these thoughts rushed through my head, I felt my first rush of orgasm.
I could also feel Ian’s body start to tense but as it did he began to immediately pull away, leaving me feeling rejected and forlorn.
“Sorry love. Something urgent’s just come up and I’ll have to go and attend to it.” He tells his wife and I am reassured once more, though his final words still prickle me, “Yeah, love you too…”
I appreciate those departing words are the kind of things couples utter to each other all the time, without thought to their meaning, but was surprised to discover how they stung me nonetheless. Ridiculous as it may sound with me sat crouched on the floor between Ian’s legs, his swollen cock winking away at me and glistening with our juices, I felt jealous of his wife at that moment!
Putting the phone down, Ian smiled at me once more, “Now get your mouth around my cock again, Catherine!“ he demanded, “I want to cum down your beautiful throat!”
My tongue action was frantic by now, my head bobbing up and down his thick shaft. Ian gripped my head either side to encourage my actions, and began to thrust at his hips, literally fucking my face and almost making me gag as I took on his full size. I loved it!
Sharing his need and urgency to cum, my left hand instinctively went down to my clit and I began to agitate it furiously, readying to cum in unison.
Furiously fucking my mouth at this point and groaning to himself, I slavered and slurped over his bone like a hungry dog “My beautiful little French bitch. I’m going to cum in your filthy little French mouth.” He muttered.
His dirty words turned me on incredibly and quickly I started to cum. Fortunately Ian was also at the point of no return and with a gasp and a moan the first rope of hot, thick, creamy spunk hit the back of my throat with such force that I choked and had no choice but to relinquish of his cock.
The second spurt that followed seemed just as powerful and hit me flush on the nose and the rim of my glasses, making me shriek with delight.
I needed to swallow more of that cum, so I quickly positioned myself on my knees in front of him, as he stood over me and shot two more watery loads down my eager throat.
“You are some woman, Catherine!” is all Ian could utter, as he brushed my hair back behind my ears, and we got up to wipe ourselves clean.
“Thank you.” I replied and leaned forward to gently kiss him on the lips. I’ve got cock on demand now! was the thought ringing in my head.
As I got up to go to the ladies’, I was already thinking about how and where I’d want him to fuck me for the first time.
I didn’t know it then, but it would be the very next day, taken from behind with me leaning forward on his desk, skirt hoisted up around my hips, panties to one side while he pounded me furiously. As Ian came inside me for the first time, I found myself confronted with the photo of his wife on the shuddering desk, smiling right at me, making my own orgasm all the more intense as I gasped and grinned right back at her.
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