by Lexi Archer
I crossed and uncrossed my legs a couple of times, but that didn’t help at all. No matter what I did I was so turned on that it was all I could do to keep it under control.
I also couldn’t stop thinking about Craig. He was probably out there at his job thinking about what I was going to do today. I told him I’d probably get a little naughty, and if I knew him and knew this fantasy he had then I’m sure that was all he could think about.
So I uncrossed my legs. Looked around once more to make sure no one was looking and moved it down between my legs. Spread them apart and took a quick picture. Pulled the phone back up to look at my handiwork.
Sure enough there was a perfect picture of my soaked pussy in a bright red thong. I’d put that on especially for what was going to happen at the office today and it’d been a wonder I ever got out of the house to get to the office in the first place what with how turned on Craig had been watching me leaving the place in that thong.
I’d been forced to pull my skirt down when I got to the garage because he kept pulling it up and trying to cop a feel of my ass. Not that I minded him copping a feel on my ass, but it was more than a little distracting.
I pulled up a text and shot off a quick picture message to him. I didn’t have to wait very long for a response. He must’ve had his hands poised over his phone all day long waiting for a message from me. Waiting for some word on what was happening to me at the office.
“Wow, looking pretty fucking sexy baby,” he texted back to me.
“Yeah, that’s what Aiden thought too,” I sent to him.
There was a pause and I could only imagine what was going through his head as he read that message. He was probably sitting at his desk wondering if I was serious or if I was bullshitting him. Hell, I couldn’t quite believe that I was serious. I couldn’t believe that I’d actually flashed my panties at Aiden.
I couldn’t believe that I was getting ready to do a hell of a lot more later tonight if things went well.
“Are you serious?” he asked. “This isn’t the kind of thing you joke about. Did you really show him your panties?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I sent back.
“I really would like to know,” he replied almost immediately.
I grinned. Well then. It appeared that I had his attention. Now that I had him on the line it was time to leave him out there for a little while with nothing but his thoughts.
“You’re going to have to wait until I get home to find out you naughty boy,” I sent back to him.
Another pause. I smiled as I thought of everything that must be running through his head. He was probably wondering how far I was going to take this. Whether or not I was fucking with him or if I’d actually done something with one of my bosses already.
I wondered if it would be too much for him. If he’d have to excuse himself to one of the bathrooms to take care of the big problem that was no doubt growing between his legs right at this moment.
It was nice to know I could still do that to him. That I could still tease him like no other.
“I can’t wait until you get home tonight!” he finally texted back. “The things I’m going to do to you…”
I paused for a moment. Thought about how best to let the other shoe drop. That it was going to drop there was no doubt. I just needed to think of the proper way to phrase this to get him off.
“Oh yeah, about that,” I said. “Aiden asked me to stay late so we could go over some of the sales numbers, so we’re going to have to push that conversation to later tonight. Assuming you’re even still up when I get home. I don’t want you to lose any sleep or anything.”
I grinned as I tapped out the message. He wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep until I got home from the office. I could get home at three in the morning and he’d be wide awake staring up at the ceiling wondering what was happening while I was gone.
“Are you serious? You’re not fucking with me? Because this isn’t the sort of thing you joke about baby,” he sent back.
“You’re going to have to wait and find out,” I said, butterflies rising in my stomach as I tapped out the message. “Don’t wait up for me.”
More text messages came after that, but I ignored all of them. I got my point across. He knew something was happening tonight, but he had no idea exactly what it was.
Good. Let him stew over at his office. Let him think about all the naughty things I was going to do later tonight with Aiden.
Assuming I did all those naughty things with Aiden. The jury was still out on that, but with how turned on I was I knew something was probably going to happen tonight.
I just hoped Craig had been serious about this fantasy, because I had a feeling it was about to come true in a big way.
6
Denise
I popped my head up and had a look around the cubicle farm. The whole place was deserted. There wasn’t the telltale light of someone working late or the glow of a computer monitor anywhere to be found in the place.
I took a deep breath and turned in the other direction. Looked over to Aiden’s office. Where the lights still burned bright.
Yeah, he’d remembered about our late night meeting.
The rest of the day had been funny as well as frustrating. Aiden kept walking past my cubicle all day long like he was making sure I was still there. Like he was trying to reassure himself that the conversation we had actually happened.
Meanwhile him walking by reminded me of everything I was planning on doing tonight when everyone else was gone. Even though I had no fucking idea what I was going to do tonight once everyone else was gone.
Because I still had that nagging feeling. I knew Craig told me everything was okay, that he wanted me to do this, but I’d lived with the idea of being a one man woman for so long now that it felt weird to turn my back on that idea. It felt really weird to think that I had my husband’s permission to do something with another man.
Yeah, I might have that permission, but that didn’t make it feel right or anything. No, I couldn’t get over the feeling that I was cheating on my husband.
And I couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of arousal that hit me whenever I thought of the idea of cheating on him. That wasn’t the sort of thing a good married girl was supposed to do, and maybe that right there was why it was such a turn on.
I sighed and switched off my computer monitor. I could spend my night trying to do some amateur psychoanalyzing of why this was a turn on, or I could get out there and enjoy myself. Give into the temptation Aiden had been offering for so long.
A temptation I’d been terrified to take him up on. Until now.
It was time to cheat on my husband. With his permission, of course.
I took a deep breath and stood. I might have a hard time believing I was doing something like this, but there was nothing for it but to do it.
The office was strangely quiet as I made my way through it. I was so used to the place being filled with people going about their business. Yelling into the phone if a call wasn’t going that well. Sweet talking someone if it was going well.
There was none of that now. The whole place was deserted and it felt like a ghost town. In the best possible way though, because if there was no one in here to do work that also meant there was no one in here to see what was about to go down in Aiden’s office.
With every step I took it felt like I was having a harder and harder time working up the courage to take the next step. That guilt that I was about to cheat on my husband, no matter what he said about how hot it was, threatened to overwhelm me. Threatened to destroy me.
I burned with shame. I wanted to turn around and get the hell out of here. I could forget all about the flirting. I could forget all about the sexy messages I sent my husband. I could forget about the way my phone had been buzzing almost constantly as he asked me for updates on what was happening and I refused to respond.
He was getting desperate now. Desperate to the point that I’d turned my phon
e off and thanked any higher power that might be listening that I’d had the foresight to not give him my work number. Otherwise my work phone would be ringing off the hook and I wouldn’t have gotten any work done today.
Not that I got all that much done to begin with. I’d been too distracted. Every time I was really getting into the swing of things Aiden would walk past or I’d see an email from him in my inbox and I’d start shuddering thinking of what I was going to do tonight.
I stopped and leaned against his door. His office was floor to ceiling windows running the length of the place so he had a view of the entire sales floor. Not that he spent much time holed up in his office looking at everyone.
No, he was a hands on sort of guy. I shivered as I thought about how I was about to find out just how hands on he could be.
“Hi there,” I said, licking my lips. I wasn’t sure if I was licking my lips because of how nervous I was or because of how turned on I was. Either way he noticed and he seemed to like it.
Yeah, I could imagine what was going through his head right now. He was probably thinking about how nice it would be if my lips were wrapped around his cock while my tongue ran around his cockhead.
I knew I was thinking about that now! I’d seen that bulge in his pants so many times and I’d always wondered what it looked like outside his pants.
I had a feeling I was about to find out. Here I was standing at my boss’s door thinking about his cock. Sure it was something I’d thought about so many times before, but this time I could actually do something about it. This time I had my husband’s blessing to go in there and have one hell of a good time.
“So you decided to stay late after all,” Aiden said, that cocky smile coming to his face. Yeah, he had to know what it meant when a girl came in here after hours. I’d heard stories of other girls on the sales floor that he’d bedded, but he always took them back to his place or something.
I didn’t have time for that. No, we were going to be far more direct.
“Let’s cut the bullshit Aiden,” I said, taking charge. “We both know what we want here.”
His eyes went wide but the smile never left his face. Oh yeah, he was ready to go. He knew what the score was. He stood and I saw that bulge. The bulge I’d fantasized about so many times. His cock.
Another man’s cock. Not my husband’s cock. I was going to have another man’s cock inside me.
Again I went weak in the knees. Again I had trouble keeping it under control. I managed to barely keep control of myself by leaning against his door frame for support. I didn’t want him to see that I was on the verge of losing it.
“So what do we both want here?” he asked. “Because I’ve been dropping hints for a long time now and you’ve never taken me up on the offer. I was starting to think you didn’t like me Denise.”
He looked me up and down. Now it was his turn to lick his lips. As well he should this whole outfit was designed to get his attention. A skirt that was just barely on the wrong side of the office dress code, but it’s not like anyone was going to do anything about it because Aiden was the one in charge of enforcing the office dress code on this floor and he wasn’t going to say anything about the sexy on display in front of him.
Up top I had a tight fitting top that had a window that allowed him a good look at my cleavage. Again that was something that would probably fall on the wrong side of the office dress code, but the one who was in charge of enforcing it probably wasn’t going to say anything.
He was staring at that window right now. A window that had fascinated Craig when I first bought this shirt and told him there wasn’t a chance I was wearing it at work.
I knew now why he’d been so turned on by the thought of me wearing this. He’d been thinking of all the men staring at me. Staring at his wife’s tits. Now that I knew about his fantasy it made a hell of a lot more sense that he’d liked this so much when I’d figured he’d be pissed off at me for buying the thing.
I thought of my husband. Wondered what he was doing. I wondered if he was still sending me text after text trying to figure out what I was doing. Or maybe he’d given up and he was sitting back in our living room or in our bedroom with his rock hard cock thinking of all the trouble I could get up to here at the office.
Only I wasn’t getting up to too much trouble right now. No, if I was going to drive my husband really wild then I needed to do this. I needed to make this fantasy happen. And the more I thought about it the more I realized I was making this fantasy happen for both of us.
This was something I’d wanted for a long time. This was something that might have happened even if Craig hadn’t admitted his fantasy to me, as much as it shamed me to think that.
But now that I had his permission there wasn’t a chance in hell that I wasn’t going through with this! This was my night, and it was Craig’s night. On top of that it was Aiden’s lucky night. The night he finally got to fulfill everything he’d hoped for and then some.
I stepped into his room and I felt confidence returning to me. It was the confidence I’d felt a few years ago when I was in college and I knew I could turn every head in a room by walking in just so and wearing an outfit just right. Hell, I could rock yoga pants or a pair of tight sweats and it would’ve been enough to get every guy in the room staring at me and drooling. Thinking about how much he wanted to fuck me.
I’d been self-conscious about it when I first started to realize what was happening, but as the years went on I’d learned to use this superpower. I’d come to enjoy it. Feed on it.
And now that Craig had admitted this fantasy I’d also realized how much I missed it. How much I missed walking into the room and feeling every eye on me. I’d dressed down to avoid looks because I thought that’s what a good married girl did, but if my husband was willing to change his definition of a good married girl then I was more than willing to go along with that new definition.
Especially if it meant I could have some fun like I used to.
I leaned over Aiden’s desk. Leaned forward so the little window to my cleavage fell open. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, but he probably knew that since my nipples were straining out against the thin material of my top begging to be played with, twisted, sucked.
His eyes bugged out again as he got a good look. Oh yeah, I was feeling that power returning to me in a major way. And along with that power I was feeling the excitement returning in a major way. It had been so long since I felt this sort of power over a man, and I loved it.
“Like anything you see there Aiden?” I asked.
He licked his lips and looked up at me. Seemed like he was having trouble believing this was actually happening. He blinked a couple of times then came back to reality.
“You know I do,” he said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no fucking idea. Is this really happening?”
I grinned. I couldn’t help it. I knew in that moment that I’d broken him. He was the cocky head of our department and he thought he ruled the place. He thought he could have any woman that he wanted, but I’d shown him time and again that I was off limits.
And now that I was showing him that I might not be as off limits as I thought? Well let’s just say that he was like a kid coming down on Christmas morning and seeing a big package that had to be his favorite present. All of that cocky pretense was gone for a moment and I knew I had him under my spell. I was a sexy wife and a sexy seductress. I was doing something that was so very wrong, but it felt so fucking good thinking about doing it!
“This is really happening,” I said.
He looked up at me. Locked eyes with me. I took the opportunity to climb up on his desk. I threw papers and pens and everything else in my way to the side as I crawled towards him, my tits nearly spilling out of my top giving him one hell of a view that he was devouring like a starving man.
When I reached the edge of his desk I swung around and spread my legs in front of him. I blushed as he looked at the same view he’d seen earlier when I flash
ed him. The same view I’d sent to Craig earlier when I showed him that picture of my underwear.
I was soaking wet. I couldn’t believe I was doing this but there was no way I couldn’t do it. I needed this. I needed him in the worst way. It was a desire I’d denied for so long and now that it was happening I realized it was too late to go back.
Craig had unleashed a monster, and this wasn’t going to be the only time I had a little fun like this. Not by far.
“Like anything you see there?” I asked, arching my eyebrow. I knew it was a rhetorical question, but it was fun to play with him.
“Fuck yes,” he breathed. “Fuck Denise. I never thought…”
He swallowed and seemed to gather his thoughts. I could see the wheels turning as something occurred to him. He looked up at me and both his eyebrows shot up.
“What about your husband?” he asked.
“You have my husband to thank for this,” I replied.
He blinked. Obviously not the response he was expecting. “What are you talking about?”
“Turns out hubby is into the idea of me going off and having fun with another man while he stays at home, and you’re the lucky one who gets to try out this fantasy with me for the first time.”
I arched a teasing eyebrow as I smiled down at him. “If you want to, of course.”
He dove in and I knew I had him. Craig’s fantasy was coming true. My fantasy was coming true. Aiden’s fantasy was coming true.
And it was fucking incredible.
7
Denise
Aiden didn’t waste any time. One moment he was sitting in front of me in his desk chair looking up in disbelief, as though he was having trouble comprehending that something like this was actually happening, and the next moment he dove between my legs.
I leaned back on his desk and spread my legs to give him better access even as I had a hell of a time believing I was actually doing this. That I was actually feeling another man pressing his head between my thighs.