(L) – This story contains strong language.
Author’s note:
This is a fun, fictional, and VERY sexy roleplay. Enjoy!
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I finished a text to my husband, Gary, and sent it off.
Can I bring your lunch to you at the office? I missed giving you a goodbye kiss this morning.
In less than a minute, he’d responded.
I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful in that dead sleep.
I smiled and typed out, Of course I was in a dead sleep. You wore me out with all the things you did to me last night!
His reply made me smile even more: It was a pleasure. I hope you don’t feel too sore today, baby.
Before I wrote my response, I thought for a second. Was I too sore for some more fun? A little clench of my pussy and a rubbing together of my thighs told me . . . nope, I wanted more. I could never get enough of him. Plus, I had a fun plan brewing in my head.
I’m okay. I can at least walk to my car and into your office to bring you some lunch lol. See you soon, darling!
I was ready to make Gary’s day. First, I made him a nice healthy lunch, with a few snacks for later, and packed it in a small cooler. Then I hurried to the master bedroom and changed out of my shorts and top into a flirty sundress. It was pink and flowery with a sweetheart neckline that framed my breasts beautifully. The skirt flowed to my knees and was so fun to twirl in. I knew Gary loved this dress. I put on some cute little white sneakers, brushed my hair, checked that my simple makeup was good, and headed out with purse and lunchbox.
When I got to the office building, I noticed that I got a few looks from the receptionist and some of the other people who worked there. But I just smiled at them and headed for my husband’s office.
I peeked in at the open door before I tapped, noting how sexy he looked in his dress shirt and blue tie. “Is Mr. Baymont in?” I asked sweetly.
Gary Baymont looked up and grinned at the sight of me. “Baby! Come in.”
“I was instructed by Mrs. Baymont to deliver your lunch,” I dove into my planned roleplay. “She couldn’t make it.”
Gary caught on, taking on his role of a polite businessman. “Oh! I’m sorry, though I do appreciate you doing it for her. Did she give you any message?”
“Well . . .” I said slowly, “Not directly, but when I saw her, I thought she looked very tired. In a good way. As in, a well-fucked way.” I raised my eyebrows meaningfully at his face.
Pleased, Gary chuckled, taking the cooler from my hands. “She turns me into an animal in bed,” he confided. “I am so lucky to have a wife like her.”
“Or maybe she’s lucky to have a man like you to ravish her to absolute exhaustion,” I rejoined flirtatiously.
“Um, thank you, miss.” Gary cleared his throat. He looked like a man who was trying to be proper while still basking in the memory of the marital sex he’d had last night.
I turned and shut his office door, not locking it. A surprised, intrigued look came over his face. Slowly, my hips swinging a little, I approached him.
“Were you looking forward to seeing her when she brought your lunch?” I asked. “Maybe you thought she’d be up for a little office fun, like the naughty wife she is.” My voice was seductive, and it thrilled me to see how Gary’s eyes were glued to me. I reached out and pulled on his tie. “Did you imagine she’d come in like this, maybe kiss you and get you all hot and hard, and then take your cock out and suck you until you nutted all over her face?”
Gary breathed in harshly, his eyes darting to my lips. “You’re . . . you’re not supposed to talk to me like that,” he remonstrated weakly. “I’m a married man.”
“But your wife isn’t here.” I pushed him gently backward so he bumped up against his desk. “She’s waiting at home, eager to hear all about how you took advantage of your hot young neighbor who was so happy to run an errand for her.” My breathing was faster now, too, and my hands crept up his chest and around his neck.
“You’re a little tease, you know that?” he husked out, his hands now finding my waist and rubbing up my back and down to palm my firm, smooth ass. “You knew I’d buckle the second I saw you in this tantalizing little sundress.”
“You like me in a sundress?” I asked coyly, bringing my lips close to his so he could feel my breath.
“God, yes—” and Gary cut himself off by planting his mouth on mine. We kissed, hot and hungrily, my hands in his hair and his squeezing my butt. I stood between his legs; one of my hands raced down to rub his crotch. He was growing beneath his slacks. That always made me feral for him, feeling his body literally take over and display how much he wanted me.
“Mmm, what a stud you are! No wonder Mrs. Baymont was still in bed when I saw her this morning!” I giggled, sucking his bottom lip.
Gary growled as I touched his clothed dick. “She knows . . . just how to make me fucking hard,” he bit out.
“Ooh, then I have competition. We’d better see if I can top her act,” and with his glittering eyes fixed on me, I slithered down to my knees before him. Deliberately, I unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick cock. He was veiny and throbbing in my hand, and I salivated over the drop of precum that flashed in the light. Ravenous for him, I put him in my mouth, licking with long, luxurious movements.
Gary groaned loudly, his head dropping back. We both knew that anyone out in the hallway could hear him, and neither of us cared. I devoured his cockhead while my hands massaged the base and balls, bringing him quickly to a state of trembling, gasping delight.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Get up,” he ordered breathlessly. He claimed my mouth again with an impassioned kiss, tongue tangling with mine. Then he spun me around so I was bent over his desk. “This is for being a seductive little slut, tempting a married man!” he said sternly, flinging my dress up.
I wiggled for him, thrilled at his little growl of lust as he found me naked under my dress. He gave me a delicious spank that reverberated through my tender ass cheek, his throat making sexy, deep sounds. His fingers slid over my pussy, which was slick and eager.
“Oh my God, sweetheart! You’re just drooling at the thought of my dick, aren’t you?” he gasped, tapping my butt with the tip of his penis. “Okay then, you’re going to get it! All of it!”
With that, he sank into me. I gave a strangled scream.
“Quiet, baby! You don’t want the whole office complex rushing in here, do you?” he hissed in my ear, his hips flush against my ass. “Or maybe you do. Oh fuck, would that make it hotter?” He started pounding me, sliding over my G-spot and making me moan. “All those bigshots in their fancy offices, running to see what the problem is, finding you laid out over my desk while I fuck your dripping pussy balls-deep? Oh yes, you do like that idea! I felt you squeeze me!”
My breasts were flattened against the desk, my hands gripping the far edge, as Gary slammed into me fast. I loved being claimed by him. By now, I’d forgotten the roleplay and just relished the wet warmth of being filled by my sweet husband’s fat cock.
“Yes! Yes, fuck me, baby!” I cried, encouraging him by bouncing my ass. It felt so good to take him, to be so desired, to be crammed with this evidence of his lust and need.
“Oh yeah, I will! You sexy little hotwife! That’s what you are, you know,” he grunted, again leaning close to my ear and moving deeply within me. “I bet every man was staring at you when you walked in; maybe they could see through your dress when you came in through those big glass doors, and they realized you weren’t wearing underwear. I can guarantee every one of them got hard watching you go by, your tight, round ass swaying . . . oh God, yes! They were probably all aching to push into you and feel your hot, tight cunt engulf their dicks. But they know . . . they know you’re married, and I’m the only man who gets to enjoy this pussy. They know if you come up to my office, I have every right to taste you and fuck you and pleasure you, and you love it.” Gary laughed darkly, adding, “I don’t even feel sorry for them!”
I was gasping with his every thrust, feeling an orgasm racing my way. The angle of his cock, coming from behind, was perfection, and my G-spot wouldn’t be able to take it much longer.
He pulled me upright and gripped me so my back was glued to his chest, and he continued to drill me. His hand darted around to rub my clit, and that was when I lost it.
“Oh God . . . oh my God . . . Gary . . . yes! Yes! Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” I wailed, feeling my juices gushing out over his cock and down my thighs.
“I love feeling you cum all over me!” he gasped. He went faster, making my entire body lose control as the sensations exploded into something unbearable. I kept moaning way too loudly, and that sent him over.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck! Oh God . . . oh my God . . . oh yeah . . . oh yes . . . yes . .. yes . . . damn, I love this pussy . . . love it . . . oh fuck . . .” He shook and spat out hot breath against my neck while he emptied his balls into me.
I felt him pulse, even as lightheaded as I was, and I grinned.
We breathed hard and heavy, his hands resting on my breasts, my head thrown back on his shoulder.
“I hate pulling out. You’re so warm and wet around me,” he whispered.
I giggled. “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Oh, Gary, you . . . you are too much!”
“I’m too much?!” he repeated, laughing breathlessly. “You’re the one who pranced in here and seduced me. My God, if every man had a wife like you who dropped in to his place of work, nobody would get anything done.”
“No, they’d get one thing done: their wives,” I joked.
He laughed, kissing my neck softly. Finally, he softened and slipped out, and I caught the flow of cum with a tissue. We cleaned up, him wiping me and putting my skirt down, me helping him zip his slacks and tuck his shirt in. I stepped into his arms for a moment’s restful hug.
“I love you, baby,” he said gently, kissing my forehead.
“And I love you.” I sighed in contentment against his chest. “Should I wear sundresses more often?”
He chuckled, then growled. “Only if you want your dress up more than it’s down.”
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