Work Wife

by Lexi Archer

  God I loved looking down my wife’s shirt. We’d been married for a few years and I still couldn’t get enough of her. I still couldn’t look at another woman without comparing that woman to my wife and thinking I was the luckiest guy alive.

  Though this time I was staring at her tits and thinking about guys at her office getting this view by stepping into her cubicle.

  “So do you see anything you like?” she asked, licking her lips as she looked down between my legs.

  My cock was rock hard. There was something thrilling about thinking about her asking the same question at work.

  “I think so,” I said.

  I reached out and ran a hand along the swell of her breasts. I dipped a finger down between her cleavage.

  The biggest surprise was the intense shock that ran through me as I felt the forbidden pleasure of my wife’s tits. After all, I’d felt her up on plenty of occasions before. It was one of my favorite things to do.

  No, it was more surprising that feeling up my wife felt forbidden at all. I was viewing this through the eyes of that guy. I was imagining what it would feel like for him to get a chance to feel my wife tits. Especially after he’d been spending so much time lusting after her and thinking about how much he wanted to feel her up.

  I doubted he’d ever be bold enough to actually do something like this. It’d be a good way for him to get his ass fired, but still.

  The thing that was the most surprising, though, was the slap that landed against my arm. It was a hard slap. It landed with a resounding smack that reverberated through our home office. It was intense enough that I actually pulled my arm back, which had the effect of popping one of the buttons on the top of her blouse.

  Normally that would’ve pissed her off, but right now she was breathing heavily and even more of her incredible body was exposed to me. Which had my cock throbbing, for all that my arm was also throbbing where she’d smacked me.

  “What the hell?” I said.

  She looked up at me, and there was pure lust in her eyes. Oh yeah. She was breathing really heavily now, and she was clearly loving this even as she was playing a role.

  “How could you?” she asked. “I’m a married woman!”

  I cradled the spot where she’d smacked me, and grinned. Right. We were doing a little bit of role-playing here, and she was just playing along.

  If anything, there was something about her protesting that she was a married woman that made my cock harder. There was something about the thought of a man trying to take advantage of my wife like this that really turned my crank.

  It was transgressive. It was crossing boundaries, and I loved it!

  So I shrugged. I fixed my face with my best cocky grin.

  “Come on,” I said. “You can protest you’re married all you want, but we both know what you want.”

  I grinned. She looked up at me, and there was such an incredible mix of sweet innocence and pure lust in her face that I was almost coming in my pants looking at her.

  It killed me to think that she’d ever look at another man like that, even as I was so endlessly excited thinking about her looking at another man like that. I licked my lips.

  God what I would give to see her looking up at her work colleague like that, for all that there wasn’t really an easy way for me to get into her office to see something like this happening even if she did decide to go through with it.

  Which was a damn shame.

  “What are you doing,” she asked, her voice suddenly quiet.

  She looked down, and it seemed like she was playing the role of the demure little office girl. Trying to be good. Trying to do the right thing. Desperately trying not to cheat on her husband, for all that the desire was there.

  If I was seeing her staring up at me with an uncertain lust, like this was something she wanted to do even as she knew it wasn’t something she should do, then it was a feeling she’d had to deal with earlier with that guy. Which meant she’d been tempted earlier.

  Again that filled me with that strange mixture of lust and longing. It was fucked up, but it was so hot. I never knew it could feel like this!

  “I think you know what I’m doing,” I said.

  I reached down and undid the next button on her blouse. She took in a deep and shuddering breath, and licked her lips. Her hand came up, though it was slower this time. Not a slap, but more trying to take my hand. Trying to do… Something. I wasn’t sure what her game was. I just knew she wrapped her hand around my wrist and held it there in a firm grip.

  It was a grip that kept me from continuing my exploration of her tits, but it was a grip that wasn’t so hard that she wanted me to stop.

  Because of course she didn’t actually want me to stop. We were married, after all. I had to remind myself that this was a little bit of fun role-playing. Everything felt so real that I almost thought we were the roles we were playing.

  I wasn’t looking at her as my wife. No, I was looking at her as the unattainable beauty from the office I desperately wanted to get with.

  “Stop,” she said, though her voice didn’t hold any heat. No, if anything she seemed to be anticipating whatever came next.

  “I don’t think you want me to stop,” I said.

  She stared up at me. Locked eyes with me.

  “How did you know?” she finally said.

  I’m not sure what I was expecting her to say, but that certainly wasn’t it. It was such an intense sentence. Four simple words, and they almost had me coming in my pants!

  I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on not doing that. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by having it be over before it had even gotten started.

  “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” I said. “I’ve seen the way you show off. Leaning forward in those blouses. I know what you want.”

  Her breath caught. She stared up at me, and I wondered if I was a hell of a lot closer to the truth than I’d imagined. I was winging it, trying to come up with something based on what I thought she wanted to hear, and from the way she stared in astonishment I’d just hit on something.

  Cassie licked her lips. Then she looked down to my cock. I wondered if she’d looked down at his cock and wondered about how it tasted. How it would feel sliding into her slick wet pussy.

  My mind was filled with visions of just that. Of her climbing on top of him in one of those cubicles and riding him for everything she was worth. It was a strangely compelling thought, and I loved it!

  “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” I said.

  “I…”

  I took that hand she’d used to try and stop me, and I moved it down until she was touching my cock.

  She let out a low and cooing moan as she started feeling the contours of my cock.

  It was another one of those fascinating scenarios that felt different even though it was something we’d done plenty of times before.

  There’d been plenty of times when she’d felt me up. It was one of the things that naturally happened if you had a good marriage, and I liked to think ours was one of the best.

  Only there was something new about the way she was touching my cock today. It was as though I was merely a stand in for Peter. It was intense thinking of her thinking of him like that.

  “What would your husband think of that?” I asked.

  She looked up at me and blinked a couple of times. Like she was seeing me as I was again. Like she’d been so caught up in the whole fantasy scenario that she hadn’t been thinking at all. Then she smiled. It was a mischievous naughty grin.

  “I don’t think he’d like it at all,” she said. “So we’d better make this quick before I have a chance to think about what a bad decision it is!”

  6

  Clint

  I moved my hand down into her blouse again. She closed her eyes and let out a contented little sigh.

  “How does that feel?” I asked.

  “So good,” she let out in a little whine.

  Meanwhile her hand was really wor
king my cock. I heard zipping, and then she was putting her hand inside my pants. She licked her lips as she pulled my cock out.

  I knew on one level that this was just role-playing. That she was my wife. That we were in our home office. That it’s not like this was actually anything forbidden.

  Only…

  I was so caught up in the fantasy that I also couldn’t help myself. I imagined her in her cubicle. I imagined what it would look like if I was Peter staring down at my beautiful wife doing this. Putting her hand on my cock. Revealing her tits to me as I undid another few buttons and felt her up.

  I closed a hand around her breast. Felt her hard nipple that was begging for my touch. She looked up at me as she held my cock.

  “I shouldn’t,” she said.

  “You know you want to,” I said. “You’ve been teasing me for so long. Come on.”

  It was odd. On the one hand what I was saying was the kind of thing a first-rate asshole would say. But on the other hand it was so hot in the context of a role-playing situation. So I figured what the fuck ever.

  She leaned forward, and hesitated. She looked at my dick. She’d stared at it so many times before. She’d fucked me so many times. She’d sucked it so many times.

  And yet now she was staring at my cock as though there was something different about it. As though she was looking at another man’s dick. Maybe she was getting just as carried away by this role-playing scenario as I was.

  It was also hot thinking that she was getting carried away thinking about another man’s dick. It shouldn’t turn me on so much, but here we were.

  “Go ahead,” I said. “You know you want to.”

  Only she kept staring at my dick like she really wasn’t sure what to do. It made me wonder if she’d gotten so deep into the fantasy that she really did think I was Peter. If this really was the kind of thought she’d had while looking at him. If she really had wanted to take things this far before, but hadn’t for whatever reason.

  Only as I looked down at her I also realized there was an opportunity here. Because she had her hair done up in a ponytail. I figured if I really was going to take control of this scenario then I needed to take control of this scenario.

  So I reached down and grabbed the back of her ponytail. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust, and her breathing was coming in heavy gasps.

  I used my other hand, the one that had been feeling her up, to rip her blouse down the middle. One moment she was sitting there in her work clothes looking so hot staring up at me with those lust filled eyes, and the next she was breathing even more heavily, her tits heaving, as they were revealed to me.

  And in the context of role-playing I was looking at my wife through the eyes of a man who’d been staring at her, desperately wanting to get with her, and now he was getting his opportunity to see her in all her glory.

  Fuck this was good!

  “You’re going to give me what I want,” I said. “Because I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”

  So I pulled her forward. Waited for her to open her mouth. Though she kept her lips shut. I wasn’t sure if it was part of the role-play or if she really didn’t want to do it, but I hesitated.

  That hesitation seemed to annoy her. She blinked and then there was irritation rather than lust in her eyes. Like she was wondering what the fuck I was doing.

  So I let out a growl. If she wanted this then I was going to give it to her! I put my cock against her mouth again, and I kept right on pressing. Meanwhile I imagined it was that guy doing this to her. Degrading her. Forcing her to suck his cock.

  I wondered if she was going to play along, but finally her mouth opened. Her lips wrapped around my cock, then started to move down my shaft.

  I groaned. I’d felt her mouth on my cock so many times before, but there was something about watching her doing it in the context of this role-playing that was even hotter!

  She let out a sexy little moan. Like she was begging for me to shove more of my cock down her throat, and I was more than willing to oblige her. More than willing to face fuck her.

  “Fuck yes,” I said. “I always knew you’d be a sexy little cock sucker.”

  She surprised me by reaching around behind her. A moment later her bra went loose, and she pulled it down so I could see her tits. Her bra was still there, along with her blouse, but there was something about looking at her like this that made it even hotter than if she’d been down on her knees with her tits out.

  I could see her nipples straining out. Her body was flushed. She was so turned on. Like we’re talking more turned on than she usually was when we fucked!

  I pulled her down until my cock reached the back of her throat. I paused there. I usually waited to give her time to adjust. On rare occasions she’d deep throat me, but usually she kept the first half or so of my cock in her mouth and moved it back and forth until I blew my load against the back of her throat.

  On the times when I was lucky enough to blow a load in her mouth. Usually she pulled off at the last minute, and she never swallowed.

  Only there must’ve been something about the way I was feeling, about this scenario, that had me wanting to try things I’d never try normally. I wanted to push boundaries I’d never pushed before because this was the woman I loved.

  Only now I wasn’t looking down at the woman I loved. No, I was looking at the sexy woman from the office. The girl who’d driven me wild with her teasing. With those outfits she was always wearing. With how she showed off without truly showing off. And I was going to take her.

  I think it was that disconnect of fantasy versus reality more than anything that had me doing what I did next. Her eyes went wide in shock as I kept pushing. As my cock slid into the back of her throat.

  I tensed, waiting for the moment when she got pissed off and told me off, but that moment never came. No, she only moaned again, and relaxed her throat. And I felt that deliciously wonderful sensation of my cock sliding deeper than it usually went.

  Fuck that was good. I was a little perturbed that I was getting this because she was fantasizing about sucking another man’s dick, but she was going down on me so I wasn’t going to knock it too much!

  “That’s it,” I said. “Suck my cock.”

  She moaned again. I guess the dirty talk was turning her on. It was sure doing something for me! I kept going until her nose was buried against my pubic hair. I was completely in her.

  Holy fuck that was good.

  This was doing something for me on a couple of levels. On one level it was totally hot seeing my wife deep throating my cock. On another level it was totally hot that she was imagining another man’s cock as she sucked me. As I had the head of my cock buried deep in her throat. I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

  “That’s it baby,” I said. “You take that cock.”

  She moaned something that might’ve been an affirmative. Then again it might’ve been her asking for the opportunity to breathe. I let out a sheepish grin as I pulled back.

  She pulled off entirely, though she kept pumping her hand along my cock.

  “Fuck your dick is so big,” she said. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but…”

  The meaning there was clear. She quickly put her mouth back on my dick and was moving back and forth along its length. There was no need for me to take control any longer. No, she was deep throating me like a champ, and there was no hesitation this time as the fantasy took over!

  As she bobbed up and down on my cock I could only imagine what it would be like for Peter to see the office hottie bobbing on his own cock. That thought was hot enough that I was close to coming.

  “Fuck I’m close,” I managed to say just before it happened.

  I think it took her by surprise because she hesitated as I exploded into her mouth. She pulled back so just the head of my cock was in her mouth. It’s not like I was blowing a load down her throat or anything hot like that.

  Though honestly, now that I was coming, I reall
y didn’t give a fuck where it went as long as I was blowing that load in my wife’s mouth!

  So I held her in place by her pony tail. I imagined he was the one holding her in place. Keeping her from pulling off of his dick. He’d want to get the full experience of exploding in her pretty little mouth, wouldn’t he?

  And if we were role-playing then I wanted to make sure I was giving my wife the full experience!

  She stayed on my cock through the end. I half expected her to choke as my come sprayed the back of her throat, but instead her throat worked. She swallowed once, twice, and after the third time it was done.

  I shook my head in amazement as I stared down at her. I don’t think she’d ever been more beautiful than in this moment as she was impaled on my cock after she’d swallowed my come. I looked down at her and moved my hand across her cheek. The one that wasn’t holding her ponytail, that is.

  Though I quickly wondered if I’d done something wrong. Because she was suddenly pushing on me. I let go of my hold on her ponytail and she pulled back. She stared up at me and seemed annoyed.

  “Shit,” she said. “I was afraid you weren’t going to let me breathe!”

  “Oh,” I said, blushing. “I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

  “You bet your ass you weren’t thinking!” she said. “But it’s okay.”

  I took a couple of steps back. Then realized it was awkward taking those steps back with the way my pants had fallen down to my ankles. I stumbled and almost fell on my ass, but managed to catch myself at the last moment.

  “Are you okay there, stud?” Cassie asked.

  “I think I’m going to be fine,” I said, though I wasn’t sure about that. I pulled my pants up, but my legs felt rubbery. I was having trouble staying on my feet.

  That had been really intense. Like we’re talking it was up there with the most intense sexual encounters of my life, and I loved it!

  “So is it safe to say that turned you on?” she asked.

  “And then some,” I said.

  Cassie came over and leaned in close. I gave her a kiss. I didn’t care that she’d had her mouth on my cock very recently. No, I’d always been one of those guys who figured if a girl was nice enough to blow me then I wasn’t going to be shy about kissing her after.