by Lexi Archer
It wasn’t the kind of thought I was supposed to be thinking, but there were a lot of things no rational person should’ve considered that’d led to this moment.
Finally it subsided. I looked up at my wife as though I was coming back from blacking out. And I suppose in a way I had just blacked out. That had been intense.
“Something tells me you like the idea of him fucking me?” she said. “That I didn’t go far enough tonight?”
I thought about my wife fucking that guy in her cubicle. It would be the ultimate thrill for him. The kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity most guys never got. Getting a chance to fuck the office hottie, and in this case the office hottie was my wife I was offering up to him.
Cassie pulled off of me, and I felt the same disappointment I always did when I pulled out of my wife.
“So what do you think about that idea now?” she asked.
“About what idea?” I asked.
“Me fucking him,” she said. “You just blew a load, which means you’re thinking more honestly now. So what do you think now that it’s all over and you’re in the honesty of having blown that load?”
I could scarcely believe we were having this conversation now, but I loved it. And it meant that hadn’t been just pillow talk. Something she said because she knew it would get me off.
No, this was something she was saying because it was something she wanted to do, and not something she was saying to push me over the edge.
I mean don’t get me wrong. I also got the feeling she was saying it because she enjoyed driving me wild, but still.
“I think it’s something you should try if you’re into the idea,” I said.
“Oh no,” she said. “You’re not pushing this off on me like that. “This is something we’re only trying if you’re into it.”
“I think you know I’m into it,” I said.
“Well I know you’re into it,” she said. “But the question is are you into it?”
I got what she was doing here. She wanted to be sure I was sure we wanted to go through with this.
After all, it was a big step. We were talking about something that had the potential to explode everything between us. We had a good thing going here, and I couldn’t imagine doing something that put that in danger.
And yet I was about to do exactly that. Because the fantasy was calling the shots now. There was no way I couldn’t do this, even if I wanted to put an end to it. No, I needed this. I needed to see her do this. I needed…
I needed to do something that was so potentially self-destructive to our relationship that I couldn’t stop it even as I was watching the wreck unfold in slow motion and front of me. It was like I was in a car and I’d just hit the brakes on rain slicked pavement and I was sliding towards the back of another car and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Only I was completely in control here. There was no excuse, and I was still going to do it. I still couldn’t stop thinking about it.
This was dangerous, this was fucked up, it was potentially life-changing, and I was going to encourage my wife to fall into the arms of another man because I was so turned on by the idea.
“I want you to do it,” I said. “I want you to give that guy the surprise of a lifetime. The ultimate dirty office fantasy.”
She looked at me like she thought I’d lost it. And maybe I had. What kind of man encouraged his wife to do this kind of thing with another man?
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Because that’s crossing one hell of a line.”
I licked my lips. It was going to be crossing one hell of a line, but there also was no chance that this wasn’t going to happen.
I needed to have my wife in the arms of another man. I needed her to come home filled with his come. It was difficult for me to describe to my beautiful wife exactly how strong this urge was, but it was there, and I couldn’t help myself.
“I’m sure,” I said. “You need to do your thing.”
“If you’re sure,” she said, then smiled. “You know I’m going to need your help picking an outfit to wear tomorrow. I want something that’s going to drive him wild!”
I grinned, but it was a sickly sort of grin. The kind of grin that could only come from a man who’d just encouraged his wife to go off and fuck another man. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. My stomach was twisting, and I felt like there was something terribly wrong here.
“That sounds fine honey,” I lied.
It sounded very fine if the way my cock twitching was anything to go on, but that didn’t mean it actually was fine. But it was too late. I’d already told her what I wanted. I’d already given her the permission she’d been looking for.
The only thing left to do now was to ride this out and see how it ended.
All I could do was hope it didn’t end our marriage.
14
Cassie
“Holy shit Cassie,” Peter said as he stopped by my cubicle that morning.
I turned and looked at him. I tried to project a cool confidence I totally didn’t feel.
To be honest I was still having trouble believing I was sitting here wearing an outfit like this. It was a tight skirt down below, once more, but formed to my ass in all the right places.
Up above I wore a tank top that had a very tight fitting suit jacket thrown over it to make it workplace appropriate, but barely.
Basically it was a repeat of the outfit I’d worn yesterday, but even more daring than before. And on top of that there was one huge addition to today’s outfit that hadn’t been there yesterday. Or rather it was a subtraction: my panties and bra.
I wasn’t wearing any. The only thing protecting my modesty up above was that tight suit jacket.
From some of the glances I’d been getting from the old salty bitches who didn’t remember what it was like to be young and attractive once upon a time, or if they did remember they were totally jealous that I was still there and they were at least a couple of decades past their prime, it was definitely the kind of outfit that turned heads.
I hit him with my sweetest smile. And then I very deliberately turned my chair towards him and opened my legs up. There was no crossing or uncrossing my legs. I wanted him to see exactly what was waiting between my legs.
Sure enough his eyes moved down there, and he licked his lips as his breath caught.
“Holy shit Cassie,” he said again. It was like his brain had short-circuited and his mind was going on repeat.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, trying to sound sweet and innocent and knowing I wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“Holy shit, Cassie,” he repeated, this time barely above a whisper as he stared down between my legs.
I knew he had to like what he was seeing down there.
I’d worked very hard with Clint the night before to make sure this outfit was perfect. I wanted the kind of outfit that would drive him wild. I wanted it to be the kind of outfit that would have him thinking about how much he wanted me all day long.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“What are you doing wearing something like that?” he asked.
I crossed my legs. He’d already gotten his look at what was going on down between my legs, after all, and I didn’t want to have somebody else walking past and seeing what was going on under my skirt.
Not that I figured there were too many people who’d be looking between my legs. I’d worn a skirt like this on purpose. Naughty enough to show off when I wanted to, but not so naughty that anybody who walked by would see what I was hiding.
“So do you see anything you like?” I asked.
“What the hell is going on?” he asked, glancing around. “I mean last night was… What the hell is going on?”
I hit him with another smile. I was all cool confidence this time. There was none of the hesitation from yesterday. None of the reluctance playing the seduction game. I knew I had him today, and I was going to have fun with this, dammit!
Besides. It was so
cute watching him getting so flustered. Like he wanted nothing more than to throw me up against the edge of the cubicle wall and fuck my brains out, but he also knew he couldn’t do that right now.
The normal sounds of the office surrounded us. Janice a couple of cubicles over was answering the phone in her sweet voice. Someone was typing on that damned mechanical keyboard that was so fucking loud. Greg a couple of cubes over was busy alternating between sniffing loudly and clearing his throat which he did all through the day.
“I think I’m going to be working late again tonight,” I said. “What would you say to pulling another all nighter?”
He licked his lips and glanced around. I’d spoken in a low voice. I didn’t want anyone else to hear what was going on, after all. My cube was in its own little corner, and most of my neighbors sounded preoccupied with phone calls or had music playing, but I still didn’t want them to overhear.
You never knew who could be listening in an office like this, and I sure as fuck wasn’t taking any chances that I could avoid.
“I think I could stay late tonight too,” he finally said.
“I thought you might say something like that,” I said. “I have a couple of projects I could use some help with.”
“Right,” he said, clearing his throat and glancing around nervously again.
I exulted in the strange sense of power I got watching him react to me like that. It was so hot watching him short-circuited by the sexy. It was like…
Well I wasn’t sure what it was like. I just knew that it made me feel alive. I felt powerful. It made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, for all that I was seducing one guy in an office which wasn’t much to write home about.
It was hot for me. I’d had the hots for him for so long, and I finally had permission to do exactly what I’d been wanting to do with him for so long.
“I’ll see you later then,” he said, trying to sound a little less flabbergasted. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said, hitting him with a smile and a wink.
He finally managed to get away, and I went back to my work. And I actually had to try and concentrate on my work since I had a couple of things I had to get done before the end of the day.
At least they had to be done by the end of the day if I didn’t want my boss breathing down my neck about it. Considering what I had planned for tonight that was the last thing I wanted.
I shivered as I thought about what I’d just done. It was crazy. It was wrong, but that wasn’t going to stop me.
And I was going to do so much more before the end of the night!
15
Cassie
“And so if you look at this spreadsheet here,” my boss said, leaning over me. “You’ll see that some of the numbers are off. It would be great if we could go over some of these and make sure they’re correct by the time we have our meeting next week. Do you think you could do that?”
“Totally,” I said.
I tried to hide my frustration. I couldn’t believe he was still here. Everybody else had gone home. Everybody but Peter, of course. And my boss, apparently.
I was getting more and more frustrated. I tried not to let that frustration creep into my voice, though. The last thing I wanted was to piss off my boss because he thought I was getting snippy with him.
I might enjoy the fantasy of getting with Peter, but I didn’t enjoy it to the point that I was going to say something stupid and get my ass fired!
“Excellent,” he said.
“I can work a little late tonight and try and knock some of this out,” I said.
The downside to that was I’d have to actually have this shit done by tomorrow. The upside was it gave me a perfectly good reason to stay late tonight.
“That’s good to know,” he said. “I’ll stick around too. Make sure everything gets done on time.”
I looked up at him. Caught a hint of his cologne as I saw his silvered hair. I let out a little shiver.
It must’ve been something about the sexual energy already coursing through me. I was already so turned on at the thought of what I was going to do with Peter.
And so I found myself looking at my boss and thinking the kinds of thoughts that I wouldn’t normally find myself thinking about him.
I let out another shiver. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I acting like this? I definitely didn’t need to risk anything by doing this with my boss!
The last thing I needed was for him to be hanging around here late into the night as well. I wanted to have my fun with Peter, and I couldn’t very well have that fun if my boss was hanging around looking over my shoulder all night long.
“Are you sure you need to stay late?” I asked. “I think I’ve had most of my questions answered. “You could just…”
“None of that,” he said, smiling at me and looking down.
As he looked down I almost thought I caught him trying to catch a glimpse down my tank top. I still had on my suit jacket, but I’d been planning on taking it off as soon as I could. Which is to say I’d been planning on taking it off as soon as everybody was out of the office and I could get away with dressing a little more sexy and showing off one hell of a surprise for Peter.
Only now here was my boss hovering over me, and there was nothing I could do because it’s not like I could strip down in front of my boss. Even if the thought of doing that suddenly had another shiver running through me.
“Really,” I said. “Go home. It’s not like I have a family to worry about.”
He didn’t either. Not since the divorce. Not the kind of thing I should’ve been bringing up, but the words were out and it was too late.
“You have your husband to worry about,” he said. “I’m sure he’d be worried about you working late into the night, right?”
“I…”
I stopped. I wasn’t sure what to say. From the way he was looking at me, it was almost like he suspected something was up.
Did he know something? Had somebody overheard the conversation I had with Peter earlier, and they’d ratted me out?
It’s not like it would be all that out of the ordinary for an office gossip to hear something and rat someone out. It would be just my luck that I was the one getting ratted out, though.
“Okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice normal.
It wasn’t the end of the world yet. Maybe he suspected something, but suspecting something wasn’t the same as knowing something.
Even if he was staring at me with interest. Even if I did think I saw his eyes running to my tits again. I shivered.
And then the worst possible thing that could’ve happened at that moment happened. I looked up and saw Peter appearing at my cubicle. He froze when he saw my boss in the cubicle with me. Then he looked to me, clearly surprised.
It was also clear he had no idea what the fuck to do, what the fuck to say, now that he’d spotted my boss there.
My boss, for his part, stood and straightened, revealing his muscled body. He looked from Peter to me and grinned.
“Peter!” he said. “Working late again?”
“Um, yeah?” Peter said, clearly not recovering all that quickly.
“Good to know,” my boss said, walking over and slapping Peter on the back. “So what brings you over to our part of the floor?”
“Well I was…”
Peter clearly had no idea where to go from here. He also clearly hadn’t been expecting to see my boss.
“I just heard some noise over here and figured I’d come over and see what was going on,” he finally said.
“That’s good to know,” my boss said, looking between the two of us. “Because for a minute there I almost suspected you were coming over here to fuck Cassie after hours!”
Time froze as I stared between my boss and Peter. I could scarcely believe I’d heard what I just heard. I could scarcely believe my boss would talk about me like that. There was a part of me that wanted to
be insulted, but I had to admit there was also a part of me that was really turned on hearing him talking about me like that.
My mind was filled with strange thoughts. Visions of my boss on one end of me while Peter was on the other end, both of them pumping away as they fucked me like the dirty office slut I so desperately wanted to be!
I wasn’t sure where these thoughts were coming from, but I found them strangely compelling. I knew I loved the idea of having both of them double teaming me!
Peter stared between me and my boss, and his mouth worked like he was trying to say something. Only clearly his mouth wasn’t working as well as he might hope, because he wasn’t getting anything out.
My boss glanced between the two of us and grinned. It was the sort of wide grin that said he knew exactly what was going on between us, and he loved that he’d caught us.
He walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. Gave it a squeeze. I shivered under that contact. God it felt so good having him squeezing my shoulder like that. He stared down at me, down at my tits that weren’t covered by any bra, and this time he didn’t bother to conceal what he was doing.
“What did you say?” I asked, trying to sound pissed off but not able to work up much heat.
“You heard what I said,” he said, giving my shoulder another squeeze. This time he started massaging my shoulder, and I leaned into it just a little. Because that felt good. That felt like just what I needed.
“Do the two of you think you’re being sneaky or something?” he asked, looking between the two of us.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, but it was a faint protest. The kind of protest that gave up as much as it was trying to hide.
“Sure you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he said. “Do you think I’m an idiot? That I didn’t notice how it was just the two of you staying late last night? Some of the looks he gives you? The way he’s been stopping by your cubicle? What you’re wearing?”
I was dizzy. I couldn’t believe this was falling apart around me. It all started out as an innocent little game.