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On the one hand Brian felt a secret glee that he had uncovered Evelyn as his mystery lover. On the other hand he felt guilty for not telling her as soon as he found out.

All along he suspected that the late night phone calls he received were from her. It couldn't have been a coincidence when he saw the woman wearing the same turquoise, yellow and green floral print mini-skirt he had seen Evelyn wear to work several times. She could have chosen any article of clothing to wear when she texted her semi-nude selfies to him.

He wondered then as he did now whether she was dropping hints along the way so he would discover her secret. He didn't know her well enough to know. He always thought she was very smart; she was after all an accountant. You can't be a stupid accountant! But then again, he knew several people who were very smart book-wise, but very naïve in life.

When he returned to work Monday he met Evelyn in the office kitchen. She was wearing a cream colored mini-skirt and dark blue blouse. He recognized it as the same outfit his mystery woman wore for one of her selfies.

He bit his lip as he took in her form and said, "Good morning! How was your weekend?"

She turned toward him showing a frown which quickly turned into a weak smile.

"Good morning," she said quietly.

Brian ignored the cool greeting and went to the sink to wash his hands. He figured she would return to her normal friendly self in her own time. He didn't push her.

She turned to the refrigerator and placed her box lunch inside.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye and tried to think. She knew she would feel awkward upon seeing him and now she felt it. Ever since her self-revelation when his image popped into her head while masturbating she was feeling a little sad. She loved her husband madly but she now came to the conclusion that sex with her husband was no longer the thrill she once thought.

Brian left the kitchen and she sighed heavily. After washing her own hands she went to her desk. Her ruminations on her husband and her marriage continued as she got to work.

Late that afternoon she received an email from Brian.

-The latest chapter. Tell me what you think.

-B

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Yvette led her husband into the dimly lit office in the factory. When she opened the door, she grinned slyly at him and slipped through the door.

"What are we doing here?" her husband said irritably, “Why did you insist on bringing me here?"

"Come inside and I'll show you," she said from the darkness.

He stepped through the door and squinted at the dimness. He reached for the light switch and gasped softly when Yvette slapped his hand down.

"We don't need lights," she whispered softly as she wrapped her short curvy body around his. She put her thigh high up on his and pulled him firmly against her. One of her hands pulled against the small of his back. The other snaked into his hair and pulled him to her. She placed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.

He gasped again at her assault and then inhaled sharply when he discovered she was naked.

When she walked through the door she had been wearing a long flowing dress that fell from her shoulders all the way to her ankles. It had long sleeves even though it was a summer dress meant for steamy July evenings.

"How did you get naked so fast?" he asked as she probed his lips with her tongue.

"I didn't wear underwear today," she said with a groan as she ground her pubis against his thigh.

"What?" he said sharply and then gasped as she slipped her hand into his slacks.

In no time he felt his pants fall to his ankles and she was on her knees in front of him. His cock, only now beginning to harden, slipped past her lips and he sighed as she sucked him.

‘This woman is not my wife!’ he thought to himself as he felt her mouth and tongue stimulating him. ‘My wife would never do these things! No underwear at work? Naked trysts in a deserted back office?’

Even as this passed through his mind he felt himself becoming immensely excited. The way she was devouring his erection reminded him of his mistress Anne.

Anne was a girl from his workplace who was trying to get ahead. She was very attractive; about 28 years old with blonde hair that she usually wore flowing over her shoulders and a cheerleader's body that she kept in shape.

She decided one day that she wanted to get a raise. She had walked into his office and fell to her knees in from of his chair without saying a word. He leaned back and let her suck him into ecstasy and then he gave her a raise.

Since then, everything she wanted to accomplish, he had made happen for her; provided she did something new and wonderful for him. Her last exploit was to act as caddy for him and his three buddies on the golf course. She had done the entire eighteen holes naked. After the last ball was sunk, she gave him a memorable blowjob in the back seat of the golf cart while his golfing friends watched.

When they wanted their turns she coolly told them that they couldn't advance her career so, no blowjobs for them.

He was brought out of his reverie when Yvette sucked him all the way into her mouth while worming a finger into his rectum. When she twisted her finger and tickled his prostate he blasted a load of cum into her mouth with a groan.

As she took it all in his knees buckled and he stumbled back against a desk that he did not know was behind him.

She didn't give him time to recover. She pushed him to settle on the edge of the desk and straddled him with her legs wrapped around his back. She stroked him insistently and rubbed his cockhead against her soaking wet labia. Much to his surprise he grew hard again and then he was inside her.

She gasped and panted as she rode him. With an athleticism that he didn't know she had, she molded her body to his as she writhed against him. He leaned partially back and simply closed his eyes as he surrendered to her completely.

Before too long her gasps became grunts and she was slamming herself against him for all she was worth. She put her hands on his head and gripped his hair. He felt excruciating pain but her vagina was milking his cock, squeezing and rippling along the shaft using her internal muscles.

When she climaxed against him, her hands still gripping his hair and her hips undulating against his, he grunted and shot his semen inside her.

For a moment neither of them moved nor spoke. There was only the sound of their ragged breathing as they came down from their highs.

"My God Yvette!" he gasped, "where did you learn to do those things?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said demurely.

She climbed down from his lap and pulled her dress over her head in one fluid motion. When it fell into place she smiled impishly.

"I want to know!" he whispered.

She grinned at him and kissed him hard. When she pulled back she pinched his cheek gently.

"No you don't," she said, “Just like I don't want to know what you and that lovely assistant of yours have been up to."

He sputtered and worked his mouth trying to speak but she pressed a finger to his lips and hushed him.

"Get dressed Darling," she said coyly, “Maybe tonight I'll show you some of the other things I've learned."

His mouth hung open in shock but he pulled his slacks up and followed her out the door. She escorted him to the front of the building and said goodbye.

She walked languidly back to the deserted office and poked her head inside.

"Did you see everything?" she asked into the dimness.

"Yes I did!" Stuart said from the chair in the back corner.

With the lights off, no one would notice him there if he didn't move.

"Did you enjoy it?" she said as she stepped fully into the room.

"Oh yes!" he replied.

She saw he had his cock in his hand and a big grin on his face.

"I think," she said with a tilt of her head to one side, "you're going to have to take care of that yourself this time."

She turned and left the room giving Stuart no time at all to say anything.

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By the time Evelyn closed the document her eyes were wide and blazing. Up until now, she had been reading about Yvette's exploits with the single thought that her actions were that of a wanton woman cheating on an unsuspecting husband. While she admired her for her boldness and assertiveness, she felt a kind of pity for the husband who had never appeared in the story before this. Now all that had changed.

With the brief back-story of his jaunts outside their marriage, she felt a sudden kinship with Yvette.

She was not entirely certain that her husband was cheating on her, but she wasn't entirely certain he was not. His long drawn out days at the golf club on weekends and some late nights away from home with weak explanations to account for them had her suspecting that something might be happening. She was never sure and so had put them out of her mind unless and until some sort of proof offered itself.

With a sudden realization, she knew what had drawn her to read these stories about Yvette. In a way that she did not even understand before reading this chapter, she saw herself in Yvette.

‘Maybe that’s why Brian sees Yvette in me,’ she thought to herself, ‘It’s almost like he knows me better than I know myself!’

She stood up from her desk abruptly and walked quickly to the deserted back office in the factory. When she entered the gloomy interior she looked around thoughtfully.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Brian's number.

"Hello," he said. There was a lot of noise in the background. She guessed it was the sounds of the factory.

"Hi," she said breathlessly, "come see me in that back office! The one you always write about."

She hung up before he had a chance to say anything.

She stood in one corner of the room and leaned back against one of the desks. When he entered he walked in without turning on the lights. She was glad of that.

"What's up?" he asked curiously.

She stared at him with wide eyes not really sure how to begin.

"Evelyn?" he said, “Are you okay?"

She bit her lip and tried to bring herself to talk.

He remained just inside the doorway, another thing she was grateful for. She wasn't sure what she would do if he approached her.

She cast her eye around the room and began.

"This is the place isn't it," she said evenly, surprising herself with her calmness.

"What place?" he said with a crease of his brow.

"This is the back office you're always writing about," she said sternly.

"Yes," he replied hesitantly.

"Do you imagine yourself in here with me?" she challenged.

He bit his lip and took a breath to speak.

"Never mind," she said quickly, raising her hand up to stop him, “I know you do."

He frowned and decided to just let her speak.

She looked around the room one more time and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"I can see the attraction," she said, “It's private and the dim light makes it look more romantic. I assume that door behind you locks?"

He nodded as she continued to take in her surroundings.

"It's a little cold," she said, “I can't see anyone taking their clothes off in here. It would be freezing!"

She chuckled a little and then gave him a soft smile.

"So," she went on, "this is where all those steamy passages take place? Including today's instalment?"

He nodded again and her smile waned a bit.

"Why did you write about Yvette with her husband this time?" she asked.

Brian paused a moment, mostly waiting to see if she were going to stop him from talking again.

"I wanted to write about something a little different," he said, “She's been fooling around with Stuart so much I realized there was only one direction to go if I kept that up."

"Why only one direction?" she asked.

"The only logical end to the story was for her to leave her husband for him," he said, "That would essentially be the end of it. I didn't want to end it yet."

She studied him for a moment trying to work out what she wanted to say.

"Why not?" she asked, "Because I like reading it?"

"Yes," he said without elaborating.

She folded her arms across her chest when she sensed her nipples hardening. She looked down at the floor and then back at him. She realized in that moment that she desperately wanted him to come to her; to take her in his arms and kiss her with every ounce of his being.

She knew if he stepped toward her, even a half step, she would throw herself against him. She knew she would let him take her right here and now. She swallowed a little bit and took a deep breath.

When she looked at him again she realized he had no idea what was running through her mind.

‘Would he do it?’ she asked herself, ‘Would he take her and kiss her in here? Would he raise her up on the desk and lift her skirt the way he wrote about? Would he penetrate her in the heat of passion as she cried out in ecstasy?’

She decided that he would if she gave him permission. She looked down again and struggled to regain her self-control.

"I liked the story today," she said while staring at the floor, "It went in a different direction, but I like surprises."

He smiled and leaned against the desk at his side. When he did, she secretly wished he would lean against the desk she stood at. She wanted him to so she could lean her head against his chest, lay down her defenses and melt against him. She sighed again and struggled to put those thoughts out of her mind.

Without even being aware of it, she found herself moving to the same desk as he. She brushed against him as they both stood with their arms folded across their chests. She felt a tingle at the contact and she was sure he could see the goose pimples traveling up and down her arms.

On a whim she turned toward him and kissed him softly on the cheek. She paused with her face only inches from his and looked into his eyes. He simply stared back and, for the first time, she could not read the look on his face.

"Would you like me to kiss you properly?" he asked her gently, still not moving at all.

She nodded but looked down as she said, "Yes, but I don't think I can let that happen."

He nodded and allowed her to move away from him at her own pace.

"Do you think I should try the same thing with my husband?" she asked him, blushing deeply as she said it.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Maybe I should take him somewhere like Yvette did," she said with a mischievous grin, "Take him somewhere and give him a, um, wonderful time!"

Brian grinned and nodded.

"That's a great idea," he said and then laughed, “Will you tell me about it after?"

She gave him a fierce look and laughed.

"You men are all alike!" she said as she punched him on the arm.

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The whole week passed without Brian being able to add anything to his story. Firstly, he was trying to work out what should happen next. He decided to leave it alone to see if inspiration would strike. Secondly, he didn't get any opportunity to see or talk to Evelyn. That definitely took the wind out of his literary sails, at least for the moment.

He woke up on Saturday determined to add something to it. He sat on the balcony sipping coffee and looking out over the neighborhood and letting his mind wander.

After his second cup he realized that the neighborhood view was not going to provide any creative insights.

He stared at the bottom of his cup for a few moments and frowned.

He decided to go out for breakfast.

After eating he went to a shopping mall and looked around. He didn't buy anything and only ended up scowling at all the people bumping and walking into him. He grimaced with frustration and walked to his car.

He looked at the time and realized it was already midafternoon.

His phone rang and he saw Evelyn's name on the call display. The Bluetooth engaged and her voice came through the car stereo clearly.

"Brian!" she exclaimed, “I'm so glad I caught you!"

"Me too," he said as he put his car into gear and left the parking lot.

"You won't believe what I've done!" she said breathlessly.

"Really?" he said with a chuckle, “It sounds important."

"It is!" she said emphatically, “You won't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"Okay," he said laughing, "Why don't you tell me about it?"

"My husband's car broke down," she said, "So I had to drive him to the golf club; actually, he drove, so I was in the passenger seat."

She started to giggle a little and her breathing was a little uneven.

"He parked in the lot," she said and lowered her voice to a whisper, "And he said he was ten minutes early. So I told him to sit back and relax."

Her giggling filled the car again and Brian could just imagine her blushing bright red.

"I put my hand on his," she stopped and choked back a guffaw, "I put it on his, um, you know. The look on his face was priceless! When I pulled it out he started trying to bat my hands away and he swore at me in Mandarin! It was so funny!"

Her snickering threatened to overpower her ability to be understood.

"I got it out and I," she giggled some more, "I put it in my mouth, and that's when he stopped fighting me."

She let out a loud chuckle and tittered for a minute.

"That's when I did it!" she said with feeling, “I took it in my mouth and I made him, you know, he gave me his, well, I swallowed every drop. I've never swallowed it for him before!"

"Really?" he asked, “Never?"

"Well," she said quietly, "not for him.

Brian briefly thought about asking her who else she might have been sucking. Someone she would swallow.

"You should have seen the look on his face!" she went on with glee, “He looked like he was going to shout out loud or die or something!"

"Did he like what you did for him?" he asked with a grin.

"Are you kidding?" she said loudly, “He couldn't stop talking about it! He ended up being twenty minutes late for his tee time!"

"So you gave him a thrill," Brian said.

"You're telling me!" she said and burst into another fit of giggling.

“It sounds like you’ve had a great day so far!” he said with a chuckle.

“I really have!” she gushed, “Talk to you later okay?”

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Stuart held firmly to the back of Evelyn's head as she moved her mouth up and down on his cock.

They were both fully dressed; only Stuart's erect member and Yvette's left breast were exposed. She gently pinched her own nipple and caressed her tit as she sucked him into the depths of her throat.

Stuart groaned and leaned back. Yvette redoubled her efforts on his cock and then he came. His semen shot into her mouth and she puffed her cheeks out to allow the hot fluid to fill it. She held onto his cockhead with her lips until he was finished shooting and then leaned back.

She was startled when Stuart pulled her to her feet, placed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Yvette's eyes went wide with surprise as he swirled his tongue around the inside of her mouth, pulling a fair amount of his own semen into his mouth. She was even more surprised when she felt his penis become erect again almost immediately. It pushed against the outside of her panties and, seemingly with a nose of its own, sought out the wet slit it had known so many times before.

She found herself being pushed and held against the wall behind her as he insistently rubbed his cock against her vagina. With a single-mindedness she found faintly humorous at the moment, he pushed her panties aside and tried again and again to enter her.

He let out a grunt when he finally found the opening and shoved it in hard. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and just held on as she slammed into her.

It did not last long. When he came inside her, they were both drenched in sweat and their clothes were thoroughly askew.

He stared into her eyes mischievously as their breathing slowed down.

"I thought we agreed," she said coolly, “It was only supposed to be a blowjob."

"I forgot," he said flippantly.

"I told you," she said with some irritation as she struggled to straighten her clothes, "I want to restore my relationship with my husband. I can't do that with you sticking that cock of yours into me every time I bend over in front of you."

"Technically," he said, "You weren’t bent over."

She slapped his shoulder playfully and stepped back to finish rearranging herself. She smiled in spite of herself.

"Next time I say just a blowjob," she said, "it will be just a blowjob!"

"I'll try to contain myself," he said with a grin.

"By the way," she said with a curious expression, "Since when do you like the taste of your own cum?"

"I don't know," he said, “I just thought I'd kiss you. When I tasted it I felt randy all over again. So, it was a good thing, right?"

She frowned and studied him for a moment and then stepped to the door.

"It was definitely interesting," she said and left the back office.

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Evelyn re-read the new passage for the third time and sighed as she probed her pussy with a finger.

Sunday afternoon and her husband was once again at the golf club.

She was lying back in the easy chair in the living room wearing the same frilly nightgown she slept in. The buttons all the way down the front were undone and her body was almost completely exposed.

She considered calling Brian but the sensations she was causing with her fingers felt too good to stop just now.

She lay back and closed her eyes as she languidly moved her fingers back and forth across her labia. A low whimper escaped her lips and her hips began to undulate slightly.

When she pushed her finger inside herself she cooed softly and a small orgasm rippled through her. She grinned as her nipples puckered into hardness in response.

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Brian was getting his morning coffee in the company lunchroom when Evelyn walked in wearing her fall full-length coat. Like almost everything she wore, it was high-end and looked great on her.

"Morning!" she said as she went briskly to the refrigerator.

"Morning," Brian said with half an eye on Maria as she left.

After she finished placing her own lunch in the chiller she went to the doorway and looked both ways.

"Maybe sometime later today we could chat?" she asked in a whispered voice.

Brian's heart immediately started to race. He always became edgy and fidgety when he spoke to her. When she said she wanted to chat, his stomach went aflutter.

"Sure," he said as evenly as he could manage, “Let me know and we can meet, well, somewhere."

"The back office?" she suggested.

"Great!" he said as his mind began to wander.

She knew he had written several steamy passages about her in that back room. She smiled at him and a warmth that began in his stomach spread through his whole body. Ironically enough, that warmth made his nipples pucker into hardness and made his penis shrivel right up into his scrotum.

He blinked to bring himself back to reality and watched her for a little too long as she walked toward her desk.

"She's really something to look at isn't she?" a voice behind him said.

He turned to see Mike, the shop foreman grinning at him.

"Yes she is," Brian agreed.

"You think she's wearing a mini-skirt under that coat?" Mike asked lecherously.

"Is today a weekday?" Brian replied straight-faced.

Mike grinned and walked toward the door leading to the factory.

Brian sighed and went to his own desk.

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The entire day passed without him receiving a message from Evelyn. By quitting time he decided they would not have that chat today after all.

He gathered up his belongings and left through the side door to the parking lot. As he passed the big bay doors he saw that the factory was mostly quiet. Only a skeleton crew worked the afternoon shift and they usually confined themselves to the far side of the building.

He meandered on toward his car when he heard a hissing from behind him. He turned and saw Evelyn standing in the deserted back office with the door half open. She was beckoning to him and hissing to get his attention.

He turned back and entered the office. She swiftly closed the door and locked it behind him. The lights were off so the only light came through the window from the westering sun. She wore her full-length coat still but it was unbuttoned to show her beige sweater and black suede mini-skirt. She was also wearing black suede boots that came almost to her knees.

"I'm so glad!" she said breathlessly, “I was afraid I would miss you before you left!"

She looked at him anxiously and had a wide-eyed expression on her face he hadn't seen before.

"Me too," he said as he tried not to let his imagination run away with him.

She softened her expression a bit and then bit her lip. She glanced at the floor for a moment and then back at him.

"What's wrong Evelyn?" he asked, “Are you okay?"

She gritted her teeth a bit and glanced to the side for a second.

"Yes," she said, looking him in the eye once more, “I'm fine, I just have, well, I need to, uh, tell you something. It's just really hard because it's, well, it's kind of embarrassing."

She turned to the side once more and a worried look crossed her face.

Brian decided not to speak. He thought she would have an easier time of it if he didn't interrupt.

"You see," she began in a little girl's voice, "I did something; something that I really shouldn't have."

She had been looking at the floor throughout that whole sentence and she looked up now with hopeful, almost pleading, expression.

Brian simply looked her in the eye and tried to look supportive.

"You know when you told me you were getting some late night phone calls?" she asked in a tiny voice.

He nodded, trying to look like he did not already know what she was about to say.

She continued to look at him but she looked like she might be fighting back tears.

"Well," she said sadly, "those calls, well, I was the one. It was me!"

At this point one tear dribbled from her left eye and flowed slowly down her cheek. Brian very much wanted to wipe it away for her, to hug her and tell her everything was fine. He knew though that she needed to get this out. She needed to tell him about it and he needed to ensure she did not guess that he already knew.

"You called me?" he said simply, trying not to give anything away.

She nodded slowly and a second tear fell down her cheek.

"I didn't expect that," he lied, “I wouldn't have guessed it was you."

She stared down at the floor and then looked up to meet his gaze.

"Are you angry?" she asked, “Do you think I'm a terrible person?"

"No," he said softly, "you're not a terrible person. I think you were just, well, you needed a release I guess."

The hopeful expression returned to her face and she leaned back against one of the desks.

"You know," she said hesitantly, "I was the one who called you, and I was the one who, um, I was the woman who, well, it was me you met in that, um, we did it in that office!"

"Yes," he said with a slow nod of his head, "I see that now. I see why you're so upset."

"Do you?" she said desperately, “Do you really?"

"Well," he said, "yes, I can see why you're feeling, well..."

"Like a slut!" she finished for him.

"You're not a slut," he said sternly.

"Aren't I?" she said as the tears began to run down her face more quickly, “I met you twice and we had sex; twice! If that doesn't make me a slut, I don't know what does!"

"It makes you someone who knows what she wants," he said, “It makes you someone who isn't afraid of taking chances."

"Taking chances?" she exclaimed, “I'm taking chances with my marriage!"

He exhaled a long breath knowing he could not disagree.

"And do you know what's worse?" she said, her crying threatening to undo her completely, “The worst part is I'd like nothing better than for you to take me! Right here and now! Just take me like you do in those stories of yours! I know you want to. You've written about it enough times. And I want you to!"

Despite her saying she wanted him she had retreated to the furthest point in the room away from him.

He stayed where he was.

"I want you too," he said quietly, “But I know you're not ready for that."

For the first time during this conversation she smiled slightly.

"What?" she asked quietly as she brushed the tears from her face.

"I want you," he said, "more than you know. But I know you can't take that step just yet. You might never take it."

She sat in one of the chairs and buried her face in her hands. Brian moved to stand beside her chair and hugged her shoulders toward his waist. She threw her arms around his hips and cried with gasps and coughs that made her shudder from head to toe.

He stood beside her and did not move as she expelled the anger and shame that had built up inside her.

After about five minutes she raised her head slightly and swiped at her face with her hands.

"I'm sure I look hideous now after that," she mumbled.

"Never," he said with a gentle smile, “I could never see you as anything but beautiful."

She smiled up at him and swatted at his stomach with her open hand.

"You're a terrible liar!" she said with a chuckle, “But you sure know how to make a girl feel good."

He chuckled and pulled her to her feet. He placed his arms on the small of her back and hugged her. She returned the embrace and put her head on his shoulders.

"I better go!" she said softly, “If I don't go now, I'm going to rip your clothes off and take you right here. Then I'm going to feel even worse!"

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Yvette sat on the edge of the desk in the deserted back office with one arm leaning back and her head toward the ceiling. Her mouth was open and she was panting heavily as Stuart lapped at her vagina with relish.

She had opened her blouse and pushed her bra upward so she could caress her own tit. She gently cupped it with her palm while occasionally squeezing the nub of her nipple between two fingers.

Her legs hung down over Stuart's back while his hands gripped her buttocks with both hands. His face was soaking wet with her juices and he pushed his tongue and nose up and back against her mound from perineum to clitoris.

Her hips gyrated against his face and she moaned out loud whenever he touched a particularly sensitive spot. She moved her hand from her breast and clinched his hair, mashing him against her mons.

Her thighs clenched around his neck and she lay back completely on the desk. With both hands gripping his hair she ground against him and started a low keening as her orgasm built.

Just when Stuart thought he could take no more of her pulling his hair she suddenly stiffened and cried out loud. Her legs and hands held him stock still as she shuddered and he gritted his teeth while he waited for her to come down.

When her muscles finally relaxed he pulled away from her and took a deep breath as he looked up at her from his kneeling position.

He liked the view.

Her thighs were splayed open and her pussy glistened wetly. Her belly was heaving and her pert tits stood up almost straight from her chest. She looked down between her thighs while gasping for breath and a weak smile crossed her face.

"God I've missed that!" she exhaled.

Stuart chuckled and wiped her juices from his face with his elbow.

"Me too," he said with a grin, “Now I gotta go, so you can give me a blowjob later!"

She smiled and lay back to stare at the ceiling.

"With pleasure!" she said, “My husband tries hard, but he's got a lot to learn about how to lick pussy."

Stuart shrugged and went to the door. He grinned and looked back one more time to take in the sight of her. Her black blouse was opened and her matching bra pulled aside to expose her right breast completely. Her grey knee-length skirt was raised to expose her neatly trimmed triangular bush. Her black panties hung off her right foot just below the ankle.

He left the room with a smile while she lay prostrate on the desk.

She looked at the closed door for a long time and absently tweaked her clitoris and left nipple. Before too long she sighed as a small orgasm rippled through her and still she lay back with no intention of going anywhere soon.

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It was the next day and Evelyn grinned wryly as she finished reading the new chapter. Brian emailed it to her about an hour before quitting time.

She well knew this story was no longer about two fictional characters; it was about her and what Brian wished to do with her.

As she thought this she admitted to herself that she enjoyed the attention. She knew also her husband would be horrified that one of her co-workers had these thoughts about her. He would be doubly horrified to know they were written into an erotic story. She didn't want to contemplate what he would think if he found out how all of this made her feel. Or how she had already had sex with him twice!

She sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands. Her eyes weren't really irritated, even though it was common after viewing a computer monitor for long stretches of time. She only used the gesture so she could lean back, close her eyes and indulge in a small fantasy of her own.

In it, Brian had comforted her as she cried in the back office. He had lifted her to her feet and hugged her. Then, instead of releasing her and watching her leave the room, he had refused to release her. She struggled a little; she certainly couldn't allow him to manhandle her without any resistance. During their struggle the back of her skirt was raised as she tried to make him let go. Instead of loosening his grip, her struggles seemed to egg him on.

He pulled her closer to him and buried his face into the nape of her neck. She could feel his hot breath against her throat and she gasped. Her protests went unheeded as he gripped her lower back and buttocks firmly. She realized then that her skirt was now completely raised against her back. His hands grabbed her backside, his palms secure over the globes of her ass and his fingers squeezing and flexing her flesh.

Soon her gasps of protest became wordless gasps as she thrashed around trying to free herself. She felt the front of her blouse being pulled open and heard two or three buttons pop out and fall to the floor. One of his hands was now on her breast, pulling at the cup of her bra til her nipple was exposed. He moved his face to her chest and took the pink nub into his mouth while pushing his other hand under the waistband of her panties.

She began to feel helpless as his fingers crept inexorably toward her pubis. With a sense of shame she realized she was now dripping wet. When he pulled her blouse and bra over her head she not only allowed him but helped it along by pulling her arms away from the garments as soon as they cleared the top of her head.

With a pent up passion she didn't know resided in her she threw herself at him, kissing him furiously as he pushed her skirt and panties to the floor.

The chill in the air caused her to break out in goose pimples. Now naked, she stood back from him for a moment, eyeing him with hunger.

She launched herself into his arms and molded her body against his. He unzipped his slacks and his erect cock popped out. Without waiting, she gripped it and pushed it against her vagina. She wrapped one leg around his hips and put both hands around his shoulders.

When it slipped in she sighed and kissed him once more.

He put his hands around her back and raised her slightly to perch on the edge of a desk. She wrapped her other leg around him and then he was humping her. There was no other word to describe it. It was animalistic. It was primal. It was nothing but a bestial coupling where both of them howled their desire.

When he came he stayed lodged inside her and she sighed when the semen dribbled from between her lips and plopped onto the desk underneath her.

With a start Evelyn opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Serena was at the next desk over, working on her tasks and oblivious to the torrid fantasy that played through her co-worker's mind.

She blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath. She realized her nipples were hard and pushing against her bra painfully. Her panties were damp and there was a yearning in her belly she knew she would have to satisfy sometime before she slept that night.

As she left for the day she went to the back office on a whim. She opened the door and surveyed the dimness with the glow of the sun softly illuminating the room through the drawn blinds.

In her mind's eye she saw herself in here, perched on the edge of the desk at the far wall with her legs spread wide while Brian pushed himself into her. She stared at the desk and felt her nipples harden again. Unconsciously her right hand cupped her breast under her coat. She squeezed it gently and stepped fully into the room.

When the door closed behind her she saw movement in the corner of her eye. It was Brian sitting at the desk in the corner furthest from the door. He was leaning as far back as the chair would allow and he stared at her with wide eyes. His zipper was open and his hand was wrapped firmly around his erect cock.

Her own eyes went wide with shock. She swallowed hard and felt a trembling in her limbs.

Without thinking about it she rushed over to his chair and straddled his lap. She planted a desperate kiss on his lips and felt for the hard penis in his hand. She pushed its head against her pubis and pulled her panties aside. Awkwardly and with a few failed attempts, the head finally poked between her lips.

She mewled softly as she drove herself downward. When it pushed into her fully she stopped moving, just to savor the feeling.

Brian nervously undid the buttons on her blouse and reached for her breasts. He softly cupped one tit and urged the bra cup to the side to expose her nipple. He took it into his mouth and she shuddered at the touch.

Her hips started moving, almost of their own accord. She drove herself up and down on his shaft quickly. She sat up straight and closed her eyes. She felt his hands on both her breasts and smiled to herself at the sensations.

He grunted and raised himself from the chair. Holding firmly to her buttocks he kept her tightly against him and placed her on the edge of the desk.

His eyes bored into hers as he fucked her.

‘Yes!’ she thought, ‘That's what this is! He's fucking me! This is not making love. This is not having sex. This is fucking!’

The words in her head made her nipples pucker and her loins tingle. She never used language like that but there was no other word for this act, this thing they were doing.

"Fuck me," she whispered with a desperate look in her eye.

"Yes!" he grunted.

"Fuck me hard!" she said, just a little louder.

"Yes," he groaned, "I'll fuck you!"

She put her head back then lay back completely on the desk with her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. By now her blouse was wide open and her bra was pushed upward to reveal both her breasts. She cupped them with her hands and squeezed as he thrust into her again and again.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" she cried.

He grunted one last time and went still with his cock buried all the way inside her. She felt him shiver and squeezed her legs around his buttocks.

The only sound after that was their heavy breathing.

After a long moment Brian opened his eyes and looked straight into hers. He saw fear in there. He softened his own eyes and kissed her. A tear dripped out of her left eye and rolled down her cheek to the table beneath her head. She gripped his shoulders and pulled him close. She returned his kiss even as more tears squeezed out of her eyes.

They stayed in that dark office not moving. It was a long time before they dared to lift themselves off the desk. They didn't want to return to the real world; not yet.