Monogamy Is So Passe

‘OMG. Babe, I think Steph and Mike are having sex on our bed.’ The text message from Peter read.

My boyfriend is so sweet. Cutely naive about these kinds of things. I could just see how much his cheeks would be blushing at the thought of Mike and Steph hooking up on our bed. I wondered how shocked he would be if he knew what really was going on.

Peter and I had meet while interning together at one of the top firms here in the city. Both of us had moved into the big city from fly-over country after going to separate state universities. We had been going out almost two years now and had been living together for at least six months.

Mike went to the same university as Peter and moved out about the same time. They were friends and part of the same friend group through school but were very different. Peter being the sweet, intelligent, caring kind new age guy. Dressing well and getting on with everybody, but kinda, well, vanilla.

Mike on the other hand was your stereotypical loudmouth jock who drunk too much and had a lot of fun saying obnoxious things.

So, the difference between them always caused a bit of tension whenever Mike and Peter would hang out and I knew Peter would worry that Mike would say or do something that would offend me or any other girls. And Mike did plenty to take offense at. Blatant flirting. Sexist comments. Telling us which girls he knows he thinks are the hottest or could fuck the best, TMI on his sexual conquests. The extra hugs and touches. It was just constant

The only thing is, well, there was something about how Mike did it that made it less obnoxious and boorish and more fun and intriguing. Sure, I complained to Peter about his behavior and how he had offended my friends at the bar. But that was only half true. We were actually laughing along and even flirting back.

Like Peter and Mike, Steph and I also went to university together and had moved out to the big city. But unlike Peter and Mike, Steph and I were very similar. We had a lot of shared interests. Studied the same things, worked in the same profession. Liked to drink and have fun. And liked having fun with guys particularly.

Peter thought that Steph was the wilder one and I played an important calming influence on her, especially when it came to partying and to guys. But, well, that’s just Peter being adorably naïve again.

‘How far away are you?’ the next text message from my boyfriend read, ‘Andrew said you and Patrick went to find an all-night liquor store to restock. Oh Andrew, I thought to myself. He was one of the coolest guys I knew and the perfect wingman for Mike, and maybe me.

It was a fair assumption of Peter’s to think that Mike and Steph would be fucking. While both of them have other partners, they had been really getting into each other since everyone arrived at our apartment for our Saturday night drinks. Steph and Mike just picking up from when they left off at one of the clubs, we were at two weeks ago, before they were interrupted by their respective partners joining us.

Tonight, there was no such worry. Mike’s girlfriend was visiting family while Steph’s boyfriend was on a two weeklong work assignment interstate. The only other people joining us for drinks was Andrew, a long-time mutual friend of ours, and Patrick who was a work colleague. Both being good at discretion and, even better, good at encouraging Peter to keep going with the shots.

Steph then pulled the phone back and started typing on it. I was a little surprised to see the message from him. When I saw him last about thirty minutes ago, he was completely out to it laying on the couch. Thanks in no small part to all the drinks Mike, Andrew and Patrick had been plying him with all night.

And it’s not exactly like I intended this to happen. Sometimes things, well, just escalate, dramatically. Especially after the three boys all challenged Peter to race to the bottom of an expensive bottle of Mezcal.

Not surprisingly with Peter’s more delicate constitution, he ended up blacking out close to the bottom of the bottle and five of us remained as we kept the fun going. Then Patrick decided it was probably the right time to head back to the apartment he shared with his fiancée, a little disappointing but forgivable.

 With only the four of us then present in mind and body, Mike started dancing with me as much as with Steph. Of course, I didn’t do much to discourage him. It’s not my style. And it wasn’t the first time he had got flirty with me.

Soon Steph had her dress hiked up over her hips as she showed off her pink thong too us all. Mike had his hands all over her as she grinded her ass on his crotch. Andrew just kept his drink in his hand and kept his cool chaperone vibe going as the slight smile on his face showed he knew exactly where this was going, and he had no objections. Like I said, the perfect wingman.

As Mike and Steph got more into the dancing and the touching, I could tell they needed some release. Steph kept eyeing the bedroom door. I gave her a nod. It was nothing I was going to get particularly offended by, two people fucking on my bed. The situation had been in reverse enough.

So that would just leave me and Andrew to chill out while Mike and Steph had their fun and my boyfriend remained comatose. Then I would just hang out with Andrew while we kept an eye on my comatose boyfriend. Not the most fun to be had but I knew Andrew was not the type to try a move and, despite what a couple of my exes have screamed at me, I don’t need to fuck every guy I’m in a room with.

But just as I was ushering Mike and Steph off for their fun in the bedroom, they both grabbed each of my arms and pulled me along with them. I looked over my shoulder at Peter, who was still out to it, and at Andrew who lifted up his glass as a cheers and told us to have fun and he would keep an eye on Peter.

“Fucking Mike would be fun. But you fucking Mike while Peter is sound asleep out there would be fucking amazing.” Steph said as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom. Nothing in my body or mind was disagreeing with her.

I felt Mike push up from behind me and get his hands all over my tits. He leaned down and kissed and bit my neck. Steph had somehow managed to get the straps of her dress down as now had her dress bunched around her waist. Mike eagerly reached over to squeeze one of her full but still perky tits.

I was moaning softly as I felt my body ache in anticipation. Mike’s hand went to the top of my jeans, and he unbuckled them with the deft touches of a guy who has done this before, a lot.

He had my jeans loose and yanked them down over my ass and mid-way down my thighs. Leaving only my delicate lace thong in the way of his ultimate goal, I could sense his urgency and his strength. It just made me moan more.

The risk of the situation meant we didn’t have time for all the formalities of fucking. Apparently, there wasn’t even enough time for me to take my underwear off properly. Mike got his hand around the waist band of my thong and quickly yanked it to the side, easily snapping the delicate fabric. Every part of me melted just a little more as he threw my thong over the side of the room. He then pushed me on to the bed.

Steph was already kneeling on the bed. Her legs spread out and her fingers rubbing her pussy lips as she watched us.

With my jeans around my thighs, I had limited mobility, but Mike took care of that by lifting me over towards the top of the bed and putting me on all fours. Very quickly he had managed to get his own jeans off and had his cock rubbing against my dripping entrance.

“You want me to wear something?” Mike said as he paused his progress.

I knew we should. Peter and I always did but it was kinda a mood killer. But then Steph fished around in the bedside table and threw a condom over.

Mike took the wrapper and struggled for a while with getting it on.  “Oh shit, That’s a tight fit.” Steph said laughing as she knelt next to Mike, still working her pussy with her hand.

Mike started picking up the pace. As he railed me harder, I was banging into the headboard as it in turn banged into the wall. My moaning was getting louder along with Mike’s grunting. The noise I was making was very different to when Peter and I had sex, so I felt no real need to disguise or mute my pleasure. In hindsight, this was probably what woke Peter up. After a fair few more poundings against the wall, Steph alerted me to the first message on my phone.

Steph, being the professional she is typed up a response. ‘Oh, I’m not surprised. Steph is such a slut. Cheating on her boyfriend, what a slut. I’ll be home soon, babe. We just finished picking up some more drinks.’ Steph typed out and showed me before sending it from my phone back to Peter.

Then I felt something kinda different.

“Oh shit, the condom broke.” Steph called out which led to Mike stopping.

“Fuck. Don’t worry just keep going.” I pleaded as my pussy demanded more cock. Only for a moment did I wonder if Peter would have noticed the different voices and recognized mine. But as Mike’s cock went all the way back in, and his rhythm returned, I didn’t give it a second thought.

“Hope you two are being safe in there.” Andrew called out from the living room with a laugh. I even heard faint laughter from Peter as well which almost caused Steph to lose it.

“Fuck yes slut. I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Fill you full of cum.” Mike said as he recommenced fucking me and quickly got back up to pace.

Our apartment was not designed for carrying on illicit affairs in one room while the oblivious partner remained unaware in the living area. But Steph seemed to take it as a fun challenge to make sure Mike and I had fun, and Peter didn’t find out there were three of us in the bedroom.

We heard Andrew offering Peter another drink. Did I mention how good a wingman he was?

“Is my cock bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Mike growled. I just moaned out a breathless yes. “Do I fuck you better than your boyfriend?” Mike asked and I just repeated my response, but louder.

Steph showed my phone again with Peter’s latest text. ‘OMG. I think they are gonna put a hole in our wall.’ I just moaned harder right as Mike slammed into me and then I slammed again into the headboard,

“I want you to ride my big cock on this bed.” Mike demanded. I just moaned my anonymous agreement. He pulled off his jeans and shirt while I extricated myself from my garments and climbed on top of him, positioning his cock back at my wet lips. I sunk down on him as a guttural moan left me. The change in position gave my insides all sorts of new sensations.

I quickly picked up the pace. The wall was getting a break, but our mattress springs and the bed legs were starting to get punished. As I bounced up higher and slammed down harder, the bed groaned and creaked.

Steph again got my attention with an update on the conversation between me and you. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Mike pays for any damage he does.’ My phone had messaged back with an unnecessary winking emoji.

‘Now it sounds like they are breaking our bed. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to sleep in it tonight. Maybe you should message Steph and tell them to take it easy.’ Peter responded.

I had no intention of telling Mike to take it easy. As he rammed his hips up to meet my thrust down, his cock went so deep and filled me up so much I could feel my body getting ready to let go.

‘Don’t worry babe. They will probably stop soon. Mike probably can’t last that long. Anyway, I’m coming soon.’ Steph wrote on my behalf and showed me. I smiled at her and nod in confirmation that she is correct. I was about to cum. Steph leans in, and we kiss as I slow down a little on Mike. My tongue dances with Steph’s as our sloppy kissing sounds drown out the fucking briefly.

Then I pull away and look down at Mike with an evil grin meeting his delirious expression.

I leaned down and kiss him. Moaning more. Then I lean over and whisper into his ear. “Are you gonna fill me full of cum while my boyfriend waits outside and listens?” I tease. “You know he’s probably getting excited by hearing a guy fuck a girl properly. Thinking he will get to try and do the same to me later.” I say wickedly.

Then it was Mike’s turn to groan in agreement before grabbing on to my hips and lifting me off. He spun me onto my back as he hooked his arms under my legs. I ended up with my legs over his shoulders as he pinned me down and then drove his cock deep into me. His pace picked back up quickly, and the bed started complaining again from the hard punishment.

But my body was doing everything but complaining. I moaned out loudly as the intense feeling was starting to build all through my body.

“Aaaaahhhhrg.” Mike groaned. “Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you with my cum, slut.” He growled out loudly. “I’m gonna fill you up with more cum than your boyfriend could ever give you. You want it don’t you, slut? You want my thick cum.”

“Mmmmmm. Fuck yes. Oh fuck. Cum inside me.” I cried out in a breathless and feverish tone. I tone and language I had never uttered to my boyfriend. I assumed that would be enough to protect the true identity of the girl who was about to get filled with Mike’s delicious cum. But in truth, at the moment, I didn’t really care. Peter could have burst through the door and I would have let Mike finish.

Steph moaned out. Her hand rubbing her clit feverishly as she also seemed close to finishing.

“Oh, fuck yes.  Fuck, I’m cumming.” I cried out right as I felt Mike’s cock swell inside me and then pushed even deeper inside me as he held it there.

I deep animalistic roar came from Mike as he shot blast after blast of cum into me. He tried to push that little bit deeper as I felt his cock unload the last of what must have been close to a dozen shots into me. 

“So, what do we do now.” Mike asked quietly as we all slowly got our breath back.

“Oh, don’t even worry.” Steph replied.

‘Babe. Can you come down and get me. I left my keys behind, and the intercom isn’t working again.’ Steph messaged Peter for me.

A few moments later, we heard the front door open and close. Mike, Steph and I all got our outfits back together and looked presentable. Except, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked at my ripped thong on the floor but just shrugged and left it there. It died for a good cause.

“Oh shit” I said suddenly. “Peter is expecting me to be downstairs.”

“Jesus Cara.” Steph said. “Is this like your first time or something.” She teased as she held up my phone. ‘Sorry babe, one of the neighbors let me in the other entrance, I came up the back lift. I’m back inside.’ My text to Peter read.

By the time Peter returned, Steph and I were in the kitchen while Mike and Andrew were over the other side of the high kitchen counter. Mike and Andrew gave him a cheers as he came in and stood next to them.

The awkwardness of the scene was downplayed almost unconsciously and there was little to hint at the debauchery that had recently taken place. Well one of the few hints was Steph with her hands down my unbuckled jeans and gently fingering my pussy as Mike’s cum fan out. Fortunately, the kitchen counter was high enough to keep that little detail hidden.

With Peter seemingly wide awake now, the fun seemed over, and Mike, Steph and Andrew all made tracks, getting all in one uber apparently, which was curious since Mike and Steph lived in opposite directions.

With our visitors departed, Peter and I decided it was bedtime. As him and I got into the bedroom the smell of sex and the sight of the punished bed hit us both. I gave him a sneaky glance to see what his reaction was, but I was also too tired to care.

I brushed my teeth in the ensuite and then quickly put on some pajamas, hoping he didn’t see my lack of underwear which would have been suspicious.

I was lying on the roughed-up bed almost out to sleep when Peter finished in the bathroom and got into bed.

Not all cheating is equal. Some kinds of cheating are just extra fun and there are ways to get double points for cheating challenges.

The most points on offer in the cheating Olympics is when there is a high degree of risk in getting caught,

Lucky for me, this is one of my biggest turn ons. Specifically, if a guy's wife or girlfriend catches us and he's so into it that he can't stop. He just has to keep fucking me.

Guys seem to always fantasise about getting caught and then she joins in for a threesome. I guess that's kinda hot but nothing that really gets me going and it seems super unlikely, like real porn fantasy stuff.

Getting caught is an inevitability though, especially when you are up for cheating as much as I am and love the risk. In the half dozen times when I have been caught in the act by my co-conspirator’s other half, it has been a mood killer and continuing wasn't really an option. Except, well, for one time. But it wasn't his wife that caught us.

I had been at the agency for six months and was still on the graduate program when I got sent out on secondment to one of the agency's major clients.

While this was common practice, it was unusual for such an inexperienced graduate to

get sent to a client. My manager told me it was due to me being a quick learner and a hard worker and he said I should be proud that the senior exec there had asked for me personally.

Well, I guess I was proud, but I had meet him a few times at his company's offices, so I didn't let the compliment on my smarts or work ethic go to my head, too much. I took pride in some of my other assets.

Once the secondment started, I got a lot of attention from that senior exec, Patrick. He personally did my office induction and took me to lunch on my first day. He told me that the project I would be working on was very important to the company and him and I would be working very closely together. He asked if that would be a problem. Of course, I said it wouldn't. and just to make it clear about how ambitious I am I asked him if it was a really hard project, because I really like hard things. He just smiled back at me.

Patrick would have been early 50s. Handsome and tall, but not in the best physical condition. Not bad at all, like you wouldn't say fat, but wasn't one of those older guys that obsess over their diet and exercise.

Mid way through the first week and we were already up against a huge deadline for the project. The team had spent the whole day in the project 'war-room' (God, corporate people can be overly dramatic, it was just a boardroom) getting all of the documents prepared. There was about a dozen of us at the peak, but that whittled down as it got late into the evening and we finished all of the specifications. Some of the people had been working all night and looked exhausted.

As seven o'clock hit, the last of the others left and it was just Patrick and me. He suggested we celebrate getting the stuff finished before deadline. He retrieved two glasses and a bottle of expensive looking scotch from his executive office down the hall

By eight o'clock Patrick's trousers were down, and I was on my knees sucking his cock. I had been for 10 minutes already. The loud sounds of sucking and slurping filling the war room and probably spilling out to the rest of the executive floor.

He wanted more. He lifted me back up and bent me over the boardroom table. It was a grand oak table that was very solid, definitely up to the task I thought as I was pushed down onto it.

He unceremoniously hiked up my pencil skirt and pulled a part my white blouse, sending at least two buttons flying. His animalistic desires really took hold.

In my six months of work experience in the corporate world, I knew exactly what these kinds of interactions were like. Wham, bam, thank you young ambitious girl who might get rewarded with a promotion, or maybe fired. I wasn't expecting much satisfaction sexually and was expecting to go home fairly frustrated.

He went at me like someone who is very aware of the power imbalance and is in no hurry to correct it. Giving me even less hope of getting off. But I was surprised at his stamina. He kept going longer than a lot of other guys. So long in fact I actually got close to cumming. His grunting was starting to get louder and his pace more frenzied. I knew he was close. So was I.

That's when the door to the boardroom swung open and in walked his secretary. Her eyes going wide, her mouth falling open as she spotted us in the centre of the room, me bent over the table, her boss right behind me. I watched the look on her face change from shock, to anger, to despair.

I had run into his secretary a few times now. She was maybe a couple years older than me, attractive and pleasant. She was also four months pregnant. And it was only as I saw her face fall that the penny dropped. I can't believe I didn't realise straight away. The father of her unborn child was obviously the same guy who had his raw cock rammed all the way into me.

That knowledge brought me right to the edge. A guttural moan left my body.

"Oh, fuck yes. I'm gonna cum. Don't stop. Please. Fuck yes I'm cumming." I hollered out as the wave of my orgasm crashed through my whole body and

He didn't even break rhythm. His pace only slowing as he naturally got to the end of his routine and drove in slower, but deeper. Maybe he didn't see her. Afterall, the shock had made her unable to speak.

"Fuck yes." He grunted. "Fuck I'm gonna cum inside you. You're gonna take my cum you little slut."

Then I felt him slow completely as he pushed in deep and held it in me. I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he unloaded his seed inside me. at least five, maybe six grunts came out of him in time with each blast of cum. That's when his secretary turned and left. The sobbing now audible.

He collapsed onto me. He was totally spent.

"I don't think your secretary liked the show we put on." I said teasingly, still wondering if he saw her or was too engrossed in our fucking to notice.

"Oh well. She'll get over it. A bit of competition helps people stay on their toes." He said so coldly even I was shocked, briefly.

"Well, I certainly liked it. I've never cummed like that in the office before." I said as I caught my breath.

He lifted off me and pulled out. I felt like I needed to reward him for making me cum so hard, even if it really was his secretary who made sure I went over the orgasm cliff. I also wanted to show him how good the competition could be.

I got back on my knees and started cleaning his semi hard cock with my tongue while stroking it gently. He certainly seemed in no hurry to chase after his secretary.

I kept going and started sucking the head of his cock. as I stroked it faster. I wasn't expecting much, but soon enough it grew back to life. Not the experience I was used to with guys his age.

A couple minutes later and he was full on face fucking me. His hands around the back of my head as his hips thrusted into my face. His grunting returned and his breath sounded shallow. He was close again. I forced myself off his cock.

"Mmmm. Where do you wanna cum, stud?" I asked him invitingly.

"Ugh. Fuck." He grunted as his hand went to his cock and started stroking hard. "You're gonna get my cum all over that pretty little face."

He was furiously stroking his cock as I held my face right in front of him. I wondered how much he had left in the tank as his hard, red cock hovered menacingly in front of my face.

"Oh fuck. Yes slut. Here it comes." He grunted as his furious stroking changed to a slow, tight strangulation of his cock. Then the cum shot out.

I closed my eyes instinctively as the first rope hit me on the forehead and cheek. The second shot mostly hit my nostrils before the third and final shot went into my open mouth and onto my chin. Again, more cum than I was expecting in round two from a guy his age.

I gave him a flirty smile and a wink from my cum covered face, which he looked to enjoy. always important to put a cherry on the top in these transactions to really go one better than the competition.

After a little bit of clean up and some redressing, we silently agreed that it was best to leave it there for the night. I got my things and headed out the door and down the hallway.

I had to walk right past his office and his secretary's desk out front. I heard her sobbing before I saw her sitting at her desk. I didn't really think about it. I assumed she would have stormed off home. Kinda awkward.

But nothing to be concerned about. I just kept walking right past her desk even giving her a little bitchy smile as I went past and out the door to the elevators.

Seems like she didn't take it too well though. Like honestly bitch, if you live by your boss’s cock, you're gonna die by your boss’s cock. The worst thing you can do is get emotionally attached to these things.

The office gossip was that she phoned Patrick's wife that night and told her all about their affair. Patrick was on extended leave apparently trying to sort all of his messy personal affairs out.

Ok so I accept cheating with your boss is both cliche and, well let’s be honest, not exactly challenging. Fish in a barrel kind of thing for sure.

But that doesn’t mean with a bit of creative forethought it can’t be exciting and very, very satisfying. You just have to put a bit of effort into the details and build up the anticipation.

The second part was already shot for me with one of my previous bosses, James.

Within the first week of working at the agency, I had found myself, quite by design, staying late one night just with him. And sure enough, by 8:30pm, with everyone else gone, I was bent over his desk in his corner office getting my proper company induction. My small frame was getting the executive management treatment as my skirt was hiked up over my hips, my bra pulled down so it was also around my waist, my lace panties pulled to the side, and my top lying on the floor.

James was married, young by senior management standards, handsome and in good shape. Also, well endowed. So ticked my boxes. All of those attributes meant he was more than a little self-assured. Arrogant really. And I had no doubt he played around a fair bit. So being bent over his desk didn’t give me much of a sense of achievement. For that I needed to be more creative. And after a few weeks, my inspiration hit me.

His wife had this routine of coming into the office and taking him out for lunch once or twice a week. It was adorable, sickeningly so. But I kinda enjoyed it. Her and I would chat when she came in. I think she liked talking to me. Helped her feel young again as I would tell her the PG version of my weekends and trips away. That life had now totally escaped her, especially as she was six months pregnant with their first kid.

On one particular visit, my evil mind crafted what would make this affair a bit more unique and satisfying, if not a bit evil.

James was running late from a meeting and Sarah, the wife, was happy enough chatting away with me. I happily indulged her slightly annoying run down on everything involved in getting ready for a kid. A nodded away as my mind went back to the prior week when her husband was eating me out on his desk late one night.

Sarah was good looking enough. Like they made a good pair. She just seemed a bit uptight and a bit posh. And you could tell she was starting to lose what would have been a reasonable figure due to the kid and all the supporting infrastructure mom bods develop.

James finally showed up and I gave him a fun little smirk that Sarah didn't notice as I kept talking to her. And that's when she told me how James’ sister and her best friend had organised some baby shower this coming weekend. It was starting off at the most famous day spa in the city and carrying on with some high tea event at one of the most exclusive hotels, and then some surprise that they weren't telling her about.

The thought of her being out for the day doing baby stuff and James stuck at home, probably bored, needing something to do, made my evil mind go into overdrive. As I said goodbye to Sarah with a sickly sweet and totally fake little kiss, I had already put the bones of my scheme together.

See, while James and I had managed to have some fun over the last few weeks, we had never got to fuck outside of the office and already that had started to get a bit boring for me. It definitely seems James had a work side, a party side and then a home side. It was time to help him shake that up.

I had to be careful. You don't get to be in James’s situation and living that kind of life without taking precautions. Like how he would never cum inside me. He either insisted on wearing protection or pulling out. I think he knew what kind of girl I am and how badly organised I can be, which means often forgetting to take the pill. So, I couldn't just say I should meet him at his house for fun on Sunday. No, this would have to be subtle and well crafted.

But I could still tease him about what he was going to do while his wife was out for the day. Over the next few days that's exactly what I did. First saying that he should join them, and it sounded like just his thing to him then saying how he would probably play golf first thing to a few jokes about how the guy version of a baby shower would be at a strip club. It was all laughed off with fleeting acknowledgements of the innuendo.

Casually, I slipped in that I was actually having brunch with a friend around his part of the city on the Sunday. She lived nearby and it was easy for me to get to. Like what a coincidence. Like a typical self-absorbed male, he didn't think anything of it except to say that the place we chose was pretty good and he goes there with Sarah fairly often. Perfect.

Helpfully, while he does like to keep things separate, he does allow for some overlap. This is in the form of him and I texting each other. He obviously keeps a pretty close guard on his phone under the guise of his important job.

So, it wouldn't have been a shock that I texted him Sunday morning as I noted the time. Sarah and her friends would just be getting to the day spa. He probably wasn't expecting me to ask him what he was up to or telling him my friend had had to rush off for some family emergency and I was left with two brunch meals on the way. I wasn't surprised when the speech bubble dots hung there as he thought about what to do and what to say and how dangerous this was. So, I interrupted his hesitation and texted him that it would be quick. I had plans on the other side of town.

After a few more hanging dots, I finally got a seemingly reluctant, 'oh yea sure. I guess.' Don't worry, I wasn't offended or disheartened. I also didn't have plans across town. What I did have was one of my go-to man pleasing outfits on. The kind that you could get away wearing during the day, if you had the body for it, but if you wore to the office you'd be straight over to an awkward conversation with HR.

It consisted of a tight top with a deep v neck. The full shape of my breasts were visible with my sheer bra doing its job of being subtle. The top finished well before my tight designer jeans started with their very revealing rips and tears showing the skin of my shapely, but toned legs all over. Some of the rips were tantilisingly close to some of the action parts, like you hand to be mindful with underwear choices to avoid a clash. To complete it, I was wearing my favourite and very expensive high heels. A nice gift from a former lover. But I was careful not to go overboard. It was definitely head-turning but on someone like me, who could humbly pull it off, not outrageously slutty.

About 10 minutes after we finished the texts, I spotted James before he saw me. He was wearing shorts and a light dress shirt. I did appreciate how he could make himself look hot and well-groomed effortlessly without falling into the trap of going overboard. He did, however, look uncharacteristically flustered. His eyes looking around in a slightly nervous motion. I think I had spooked him. I was on his turf.

I stood up right as he spotted me and a smile that seemed a little forced came onto his face. I wanted to give him a good look at me as he came over and I forced a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to make sure he knew what was on offer.

Then we sat down right as the waiter brought over two Bloody Mary’s that I had ordered before - asking for an extra shot. "Oh sorry. I hope you don't mind a stiff drink in the morning. My friend has to start off the day with something strong." I lied with effortless ease.

James stayed on guard for a bit. looking around routinely, I imagined on the lookout for any of his and Sarah's friends or neighbours.

But as we got into it and the food arrived, and then our second round of drinks, James relaxed. He started to talk more, talk louder, and brought out his confident smile.

"I hope Sarah hasn't loaded you up with all sorts of errands and chores today." I said with faux innocence. "You should get to have fun too, before the kid comes along and ruins it all" I say with a fake laugh.

"Oh no. She's left me do my own devices. It's fine. I just have some work to do." He replied obliviously to my subtext.

"Oh, that's no good. You shouldn't take work home. It can ruin your home life." I said, masking the innuendo with my tone just enough for it not to register directly. "Anyway, you’re kinda having to do work with me now. It's like a working lunch. Surely you could take the rest of the day off and just relax. or maybe get the heart rate up with some exercise if you wanted." I said with significantly reduced subtlety. I watched with a smirk as I saw his mind turn over through his gorgeous eyes. He didn't say anything for a while, just took the time to look me up and down before taking a long sip of his drink.

We stayed there well into the lunch service as Bloody Mary's got replaced with wine. He was clearly getting relaxed. He stopped looking around and got closer and closer to me. Eventually his hand found its way to my thigh, and I gave him a flirty smile in return.

As I finished my glass of wine that saw the end of the bottle we shared, I decided to move things along.

"We'll this has been a lot of fun, but I don't want to overstay my welcome in your neighbourhood. I guess I better let you go." I said as I watched the flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh, ah no. You're fine. I haven't got anything else to do. we can stay here." He said with more desperation than he usually has.

"That's sweet of you, boss. But well don't take this the wrong way, it's just sitting in a restaurant all day is kinda boring. But if you don't have anything else to do, we could still hang out. Maybe you could show me your apartment. Your wife showed me some photos. It looks amazing." I said

Silence hung there. He was clearly thinking of all the permutations and the risks, and the rewards. I just kept eye contact with him as I gave him a soft smile and made sure my posture gave him a good reminder.

Sure enough, two minutes later after he had paid for brunch and the drinks on his corporate card, we were walking down the street and towards his apartment building.

It was a small, modern complex, with maybe five or six apartments in the small midrise. it certainly looked exclusive

He buzzed open the door and held it for me. As I walked through, he followed me and put his hand gently on my ass. I made sure to keep a bit in front of him so he could see my ass move in my tight, ripped jeans.

Once in the elevator, I let the tension build as I kept my sultry look. Then we got to the top floor and found our way to his door. Inside, he poured me another wine as I asked for the tour of his apartment that would have been bigger than an ordinary house. It was tastefully decorated and styled with all kinds of European art and appliances.

I kept it all very restrained as he showed me around the place. I didn't even push it when he showed me the large master bedroom and his marital bed. It was only when we got to the last room on the tour, the kid's nursery that he told me proudly he had decorated himself, that I decided it was time to strike.

I put my wine glass down on the kid’s bookshelf and walked over to him.

"Mmmm. You've done such a good job. You're gonna make a great dad." I say as I put my arms around his neck. I moved my head in close, but not completely in. He had to move to connect. And after only a brief moment of hesitation, he did.

We were fully making out in his yet to be born kids nursery while his wife was at her baby shower. and we weren't holding back. Our tongues danced as his hands went to my ass and grabbed it tightly. I pushed myself into him as I grinded my hips against the bulge in his shorts.

He seemed as horny as ever. Soon his hands were pushing into my jeans, feeling my lace thong and my bare ass cheeks. We moved out of the nursery and into the hallway as he spun me around and pushed me up against the wall outside of the freshly and very painstakingly decorated nursery. He moved his hands to my breasts as he kissed my neck. Then his hands went back down to my jeans as he undid the buttons and roughly pulled them down my thighs.

His hands went back to my breasts as he groped them and got them out of the lace bra that was confining them. With my ass almost bare, I could feel his bulge press into me. Then his hand pulled away and I felt it touch my ass as he pulled his shorts down and got his cock out then rubbed it against my ass. I wondered if he would fuck me right there in the hallway.

But then he paused, and I used that as an opportunity to pull my jeans down and step out of them. My top was removed so all I had on was a skimpy thong and my bra that was now down around my waist. With my inviting outfit, I walked down the hall to his bedroom and looked over my shoulder to make sure he was right in tow - he certainly was.

"Are you gonna fuck me right here, babe?" I asked him with a sultry tone. "You gonna fuck me right here where you and your wife sleep? probably where you knocked her up." I teased more.

He responded perfectly. He roughly pushed me onto the bed, getting me on my hands and knees. Then I hear an angry, frustrated grunt as I feel my thong get ripped off me.

"Fuck you little slut. You want my cock don't you. You’re just a naughty little slut that needs a good fucking." He barked at me. I just moaned in response as I felt him rub his cock against my wet slit before he rammed it inside me without any hesitation or any care. So good.

He was straight up to speed with his fucking. He was slamming me into the bed and the bed was getting slammed into the wall. I know he would never fuck his wife like this. The bed was in for a treat.

"Oh, fuck yes, stud. Give me that cock. Fuck. I need it so bad. I need it on this bed right now." I screamed out. His pace quickening.

Just as I thought he was losing it, he pulled out and stopped. Almost out of breath and out of endurance, he leant over me but left his cock out. so, I pulled him onto the bed and onto his back. I moaned softly at the thoughhave some fun riding him and being in control.

I started off slowly so he wouldn’t lose it too soon. I took the chance to look around and admire all the nice things in the room. They looked expensive. Then I refocused and straddled him, lowering myself on his still very hard cock. Careful not to push him to fast, I gradually got my rhythm going as I moved up and down the full length of his cock. His face was straining. I had never seen him so lost before. It was so hot.

"Mmmm baby, you like being in my tight pussy on your own bed." I teased as I grinded down onto him extra hard. He could only moan out as he surrendered to my rhythm.

"Do you wanna just cum in me, stud? Do you wanna unload all that hot cum inside my tight pussy? Your raw cock inside me, stud. Fuck, it feels so good." I said as I reached behind and grabbed his swollen balls and squeezed them tight as I continued to ride him. He grunted and moaned more. He was close again.

"Fuck baby. Are you gonna cum inside me? That's so naughty. Mmmmm. Uugghhh. What would your wife think? Some slut in her bed. Riding her husband and making him shoot his cum in her…. Maybe knocking her up… Fuck, that is so wrong." I continued to tease as I squeezed my pussy tightly around his cock.

"Uggghhhh." He groaned as he lifted me up and pulled his hips down, pulling his cock out of me. "I should shoot my cum over your slutty face and teach you a lesson you whore." He said angrily through gritted teeth. Held up above his cock, I just grinned back at him.

"But your cock feels so good in my tight pussy, stud. You're gonna make me cum with your cock. And when I cum, my pussy goes crazy. So tight. Your cock deserves it baby." I said coercively as I locked onto his eyes and smirked my slutty little mouth.

It did the trick. He roughly slammed me back down as he pushed up. Just like that, his cock was buried inside me again. I got back up to pace and worked his cock like it was the last good one on earth. The bed continued to creak and groan from the treatment. I changed angles, moving forward and back, to each side. Making sure each part of his cock got to feel the hot friction from my tight pussy.

To his credit, he stayed with me. He kept going and going. A few times we came close, he managed to hold back or change something to stop him from cumming deep inside me. Three more times he held me up, breaking my rhythm. But we would get back to it.

I kept complimenting him and teasing him in equal measure. He knew what I wanted, but I didn't know whether he was going to give it to me.

Then once more he held me up, stopping me from slamming down hard on his cock again.

"Mmmmm baby. I think your cock really likes me." I said as I leaned over him, whispering in his ear softly. " I think it really wants to cum inside me. I think your cock knows how bad I am at remembering to take the pill. How easily it would be to knock me up right here on the bed you share with your wife.” I purred. “I think your cock really wants to get back inside my pussy and shoot all that hot cum inside me."

Then I felt him start to move. but he didn't let me slam down on to him. Instead, he threw me off of him and onto my back on the bed. He got onto his knees between me. I pang of disappointment coursed through me. I'd been in this exact position before on his office couch as he stroked his cock and shot cum all over my tummy and my tits with large powerful blasts of cum. Sure, that would be hot and all. But not really what I wanted.

Then I noticed he wasn't quite getting into position. Instead, he lifted my legs up and put them on his shoulders. Then he got his cock and lined it up with my pussy. I felt his muscular weight bear down on me as his cock pushed effortlessly inside me. I could have cum right then.

"Is this what you want slut?" he spat. "You want my big cock in your pussy. Nice and deep. You gonna make my big cock explode with your tight, slutty pussy."

The feeling was so damn good. Straight away he was slamming it into me as deep as I have ever taken cock. His cock was pushed deep against my insides. I moaned out loudly as his raw cock went to exactly where it needed to go. He kept picking up the pace and going harder. The headboard was now slamming against the wall, announcing to the neighbouring apartment exactly what kind of lustful debauchery was going on here. I wondered if they were home. I wondered if they knew his wife wasn't.

I moaned out louder and louder, begging for him to keep going. I stretched my arms down and grabbed his muscular ass. squeezing it tight and holding him inside me. I didn't want him to pull out. The savage fucking he was giving me meant I lost my grip. I didn't want to lose his cock. I begged him to stay inside me. And as I heard his grunting get louder and his cock swell, my body got to the edge of this amazing cliff and quickly fell off of it.

"Oh fuck. Fuck yes. Oh fuck. I'm cumming. Fuck yes, babe. I'm fucking cumming. Cum with me, babe. Cum inside me." I begged.

My paranoia that he would pull out and not shoot my reward deep inside me seemed totally unfounded now. His breathless grunting, his deep pushes but slowing rhythm made me groan out as loud as ever. My orgasm got even more intense. My whole body shook and convulsed under him..

"Fuck, slut. Here you go." He grunted. "You’re gonna get filled up with my cum. Fuck, yes. Fuuuuucccckkkk."

And with that he started blasting his hot, potent seed deep inside me. With each blast, I felt his cock throb as he grunted and pushed in as deep as possible. I lost count when he went past five. Maybe he got to ten. However many, we stayed like that for a long time. Him on top of me, me unable to move. His cock buried in my pussy as I squeezed every drop out of his cock.

Even as our collective orgasm finally subsided, James stayed there. He was totally spent. I had drained him of all his cum and all his energy. Eventually, he manoeuvred my leg over his shoulder and let both my legs fold to the side. His cock was still in me and showing no interest in softening soon. Then he hit the bed. his body instinctively spooning me as his cock stayed right where it should.

His heavy breathing eased as he recovered. His muscled arm resting over me. The post orgasmic bliss was heavenly even if our act was evil, lustful decadence.

I don't know how long it had been, all I know is that our bliss ended sharply when we both heard keys go into a door. The cock that was pressed nicely against my pussy moved away like lightning, as did its owner. There were more than a few expletives as James rushed to put on some underwear as we heard the door open.

He raced out there to meet who I could now hear was definitely his wife. He paused briefly in the hallway to throw my jeans back into the bedroom. I took a second to admire my naked body lying in this luxurious bed. For a second, I thought it would be fun to just stay put. But my morals got the better of me and I got up and retrieved my clothes silently. and got dressed.

I listened to him tell some ridiculous story about working out, hence the underwear. I almost laughed out loud. Then I heard him compliment all the presents she had gotten and how they would look perfect in the nursery, and they should go in there straight away. Again, I almost laughed aloud at his clumsy diversion. But it sounded like it was working.

So, as I heard them go into the nursery and start to put things in the grand wardrobe, I took the opportunity to sneak past. James looked out for me and as we caught eyes, I gave him a little wink and blew him a silent kiss before continuing on and making an exist so silent and stealthy, a burglar would be proud.

As the elevator went down and I relived the day, I felt a smile broaden across my face. The naughtiness made my pussy ache as I thought about him cumming inside me finally. Then I thought about the state the bed was left in and how he would explain that to her.

Getting up the corporate ladder when you work somewhere that is dominated by misogynistic alpha males requires a good dose of talent, resilience and ambition. Not to sound full of myself but, well, I do get a lot of compliments on my talents from the guys at the agency where I work. Especially from the senior partners.

So I was pretty happy with myself when in my mid 20s I was promoted to a manager to lead a team. But it wasn’t plain sailing and I quickly learned that you can’t be friends with everyone. One of the guys in the team, Alex, who I beat out for the promotion, was particularly sour and difficult.

For two months, Alex was nothing but a total pain in the ass. He would argue with me, not do what I asked and bad mouthed me to other people in the office

Being the independent woman I am, I didn’t complain to my boss or any of the other senior partners. But then my boss came to me and told me he noticed how much of a prick Alex was being. He asked me if I wanted him to fire Alex. I didn’t want to admit defeat and wanted to fix it myself. My boss told me that maybe I should try and clear the air with him. But if that didn’t work I needed to get rid of him.

So I put a bit of a plan together. It meant having an informal chat with him late on a Friday. It also meant that I wore my best looking casual Friday outfit. This meant tight jeans and a top with a low neck to give a glimpse of a couple of my talents that were particularly persuasive. I wanted to assert my own type of dominance with some honey, rather than vinegar.

And surprise, surprise, it works a treat. As soon as we were alone and I call him out, he was back tracking and apologising like some pathetic puppy dog. He goes on saying how sorry he is and how much this job means to him and how he was getting married soon and was probably just stressed about it.

After a while, it gets a bit painful and I say we could get a drink and maybe a bite to eat to really clear the air and we could start afresh. So we head to one of the trendy city bars and get stuck into the cocktails.

I knew his type. I wasn’t surprised that he would let himself get sloppy drunk even with his boss. I guess he thought we were all good and even friends now so he felt comfortable letting go. Soon his arrogance and macho attitude came back. But I was ready for it. Now it was time for some twisted fun.

So I start flirting with him. Laughing along, touching his arm, smiling a lot. The usual kind of encouragement.

We continue drinking and get something to eat from a small and cosy restaurant where the drinking and flirting keeps going. By the time we finish dinner, it’s late but instead of calling it quits I suggest we head to a club. He messages his fiancé to say he’s stuck at work because some client was going nuts. As he tells me what he’s writing I smile to myself. I know exactly how this is going to play out now. I message my boyfriend something similar but he’s used to these kind of things. He’s proud of my success even if it means I have to prioritise work sometimes, even on a Friday night. I then message my assistant and ask her to book a room for me at the hotel down the road from our office.

The hotel booking was nothing out of the ordinary. We often did it for clients but also when we were stuck in the office or the city. My assistant had been around awhile and knew all about it. She had worked for senior partners and knew she might be asked to do it at short notice. And she always does it discreetly. I worked this out in my second week when my boss at the time took me out for dinner and drinks that started as a client meeting and continued as a debrief in the hotel into the wee small hours.

So when Alex and I get to the club, we down a shot and get even sloppier on the dance floor. He’s losing control and can’t help himself. His hands are all over me. But I don’t object. In fact I encourage it. I grind against him and feel how excited he is.

After a few more drinks in the club, I pull away from Alex and give him my best devilish grin. I tell him I should let him go home and get back to his fiancé. As I see the pain of disappointment on his face, I bite my lip as I suppose out loud that we could go somewhere else, more private. I almost laughed when the expression on his face instantly changed to that of a puppy with a new toy.

As we leave the club and find a taxi, Alex starts getting even more handsy, groping my ass and pushing into me as we walk out. Then we find the taxi and once we are in the backseat he just goes full on. He leans over planting his mouth on mine and going for it like only a drunk, horny guy can.

He keeps going all the way to the hotel and then he follows me out the door. I pull away from him again and ask him if he’s sure he wants to keep going and I don’t want to get him in trouble with his fiancé. He answers by pulling me back into him and sticking his tongue down my throat. So I grab his hand and we go into the lobby.

It’s now after 1 am and the lobby is mostly deserted. I confidently check in under my name knowing my assistant is totally reliable. My face shows no shame even though the time, our condition and the lack of any luggage makes the state of affairs irrefutable. I just exchange a brief, knowing smile with the cute, late night receptionist

With the room key successfully procured, we head to the elevator and Alex continues to carry on like a hopeless little puppy. Once in the elevator, he goes even harder at me. His hands all over me especially my ass and my tits. I keep encouraging him and even unbuckle his belt as the elevator gets to our floor. We stumble down the corridor as we get to the room and open the door. I pause briefly at the threshold and look at him, trying to get him to recognise the significance of crossing over. But he’s too horny to care.

So we walk through and the door slams shut behind us. He moves me over to the large bed in the centre of what is a pretty ostentatious suite. But we could be in a $50 motel for all Alex cares. This thought amuses me.

He bends me over the bed and roughly undoes my jeans and pulls them down my thighs and then pulls my panties to the side. My suspicion about the kind of lover he would be is soon confirmed as he goes straight to trying to ram his dick into my pussy. There is no discussion on protection. Fortunately I was wet enough to allow his dick to slide in with reasonable ease.

He hammers away at me as his hands squeeze my tits through my top. He starts groaning already so I pull away. I smile at him as I tell him to slow down. I pull down his jeans and take off his shirt as I push him on the bed. Then I pull off my own clothes as I grab his phone out of his pocket and throw it on the bed.

Naked, I climb on to the bed. Straddling Alex, I lower myself and set the pace as I ride his dick. As I hear his moaning return, I look at his phone, letting the vindictive ideas swirl. Instead of anything particularly evil, that would be thwarted by the passcode anyway, I opt for something a little more passive I pick up the phone and open the camera app. I see a look of panic on his face.

I tell him not to worry and that I just want him to have something to remember this by. Then I squeeze my muscles around his dick and ride him hard to distraction. His moans of pleasure fill the room and I snap away with his camera, framing his naked torso and face as he writhes around as my Pusey works him over. Then I hold it to the side to get my lower body and him in the frame so the cause of his pleasure is indisputable. I even switch to video a bit as I ask him to tell me how good it feels. He tells me how tight I feel which is a nice compliment given how much sex I have and how ungenerously proportioned he is. Then I can’t resist and ask him if I’m tighter than his fiancé while I squeeze extra hard. He groans out in confirmation. I can tell he’s close so I turn into bitchy mode.

I know he isn’t going to be able to get me to orgasm. I ride him hard, alternating between grinding my hips while squeezing and bouncing up and down. I moan out telling him not to cum and pleading for him to keep going, already knowing it will be futile. He is getting really close. I think about lifting off and just ruining his orgasm but decide on the other option.

I plead again for him to keep going and to make me cum. Then as he groans more sharply, I tell him he can’t cum inside me knowing he is too far gone. As I yelp out again for him to hold on, I feel his dick swell inside me as his face contorts and he groans out as he shoots inside me.

I stop abruptly as I look down at him with the most bitchy face I can put on to convey my annoyance. Behind it is a face of satisfaction as this played out exactly as I expected. The pleasure on Alex’s face evaporates as he shoots his last lots of cum into me.

I climb off of him and continue the pretence of my annoyance. Tutting and looking down as his cum leaks out of me. I growl at him, asking rhetorically why he couldn’t hold on. But secretly pleased with myself that I made him totally lose control.

It’s now after 2am and I tell him he should go back to his fiancé as I need to take a shower. There is no invitation from me to join in. We are not embarking on a second round. I make the disappointment palpable. He sheepishly walks out the door and mumbles an apology.

As I enjoy the twin jets of the opulent marble shower, I wonder if he will remember to delete those photos before he gets home to his undoubtedly suspicious fiancé.

Of course some guys are a bit shy when it comes to sex and fucking a girl bareback. While not common for me, especially when I’m enticing them to cheat on their girlfriends with me, every once in a while a guy insists.

And that’s what happened with Eric. Eric was one of my ‘friends’ boyfriend. They had been together for ages. He was cute but a bit shy and a bit geeky. But he had all the right attributes for me, a cute face and big hands.

What also made him adorable was how loyal he was to Hannah. My flirting can be both persistent and pretty obvious. After over a year of trying to get his attention and have some fun with him.

I was almost going to give up until one night I found myself out with a bunch of our friends including him, but not Hannah. We had started early in a bar and it had all the hallmarks of one of those marathon, multi venue nights. I locked my sights on him and made sure the guys around him kept him well lubricated with alcohol

Luckily I had dressed for the occasion with a short leather skirt and a tight white top that was just a little see thru to my lace bra.

When darkness hit and we ended up in a dance club I started my campaign in earnest. Being the shy type that he was, dancing wasn’t too much his thing. So I had to drag him on to the floor along with some others in the group.

I’m of course I woman of restraint and patience so I didn’t launch straight into the bump and grind. But I did dance with him and around him so he could get used to it. His nervousness was palpable.

Fast forward a few hours, a few venues and quite a few drinks and we ended up in one of those clubs oozing sex and all sorts of natural and synthetic chemicals. We had lost quite a few from the group. But the hardcore remained. Eric and I had become one night drunken soulmates as we took turns helping each other navigate the treacherous drunken journeys faced by any seriously intrepid bar hopper.

And now the dancing was not restrained at all. We were not just touching, we were pressed into each other. His hands were glued to my hips as I pressed one way, when spun around and pressed back into him the other. I could feel his excitement. I could feel his stiff cock. We went on and on. The dancing getting more intense and his poor balls getting bluer.

When the last ones in our group called it a night and it was just us, I decided it was time to take this to the next level. I told him we should go. He was a little surprised it was so late and it was just us. So I said we should catch one cab and since I was closer, he could drop me off first and then head home. Of course that not what I actually thought.

We found a conveniently dodgy looking taxi and climbed in. As we set off, I gave the driver a flirty look and asked if he could turn the music up. He looked back at me and grinning turned up the dance station he had on.

I told Eric that I still felt like dancing and kinda wished we were back in the club. As soon as he nodded in agreement, I shuffled over to him before I moved up and sat on his lap. I moaned softly as I felt his semi hard cock under me. Then I squirmed to the music as I rubbed myself over his lap. Similar to the club but just with some different geometry.

I saw the taxi drivers eyes in the rear view mirror and I smiled to myself. Unfortunately, of course, the change in position caused my short skirt to ride up. But not quite fully. So I helped it along with some subtle sweeps of my hands. Suddenly my skirt was totally on my hips. My ass framed by a black lace thong on display for Eric.

My face turned on an even more wicked smirk when I felt Eric’s hands move to my hips and then down to my sides, touching at least some my bare ass cheeks.

We continued for another few blocks till we got to my apartment. Now it was crunch time. I told him this area was a bit dodgy and would he mind seeing me to the door. Or he could come up and sleep on the couch if he didn’t wanna waste money on taking the cab across town, reminding him Hannah was out of state with her family.

He was all hesitant and nervous. So sweet but he couldn’t not walk with me the short distance so he went to get out and I quickly gave the driver$20 and as Eric was out the door, told him to scram. He just laughed as I got myself out and repositioned my skirt.

As we walked the short distance through the front of the building, the taxi screamed off as the driver tooted his horn. I smirked at Eric as I said it looked like he was staying here now. Of course I had no intention of him sleeping on my couch. So I decided to ramp it all up right from there.

As we stood at the entrance of my building I leaned in to him and grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him down to me as I gave him a hard kiss. He pulled back slightly but then o could feel his urges take over as he leaned in. I let my tongue dance in his mouth as the sloppy and slutty kissing continued.

After a good moment or two of this, I broke away before taking his hand and pulling him into the mid sized apartment complex. As we waited for the lift and the kissing continued. The size and layout of the complex meant it was unusual to run into other people especially at this time of night. So with the assumption of privacy I gave him a big grin as the doors closed. We only had 9 floors to go but I still managed to get to my knees and unbuckle his jeans, pull his cock from his underwear and start sucking before the doors opened.

He tried to pull away at first but was already against the wall. By the time the doors were opening though, his hands were on the back of my head, encouraging his cock into my mouth. With no urgency at all as the lift shows no sign of moving I kept sucking his cock. But then the doors closed and the lift travelled back down. As it slowed I hurriedly put his cock away while I stood up and fixed myself up.

The doors opened and a couple walked in, surprised to see us there. I smiled back at them as I pressed back into Eric. Subtext reaching behind to feel his hardness. Through his still unbuckled jeans. This time we did get out on the 9th floor as our fellow travellers continued on.

I spun around and laughed as I lead Eric to my apartment. Eric’s face looked embarrassed but he showed no sign of retreat. So I continued my assault on his morals and I lifted up my skirt again so it was back over my hips. Then as I got to my door I reached behind me and pulled him into me. I grinded back into him, unlocking the door with one hand and and pulling his cock back out with the other.

We tumbled through the door into the small apartment. The couch was right in front of us. I turned to him and offered him the couch and then after a silent pause and a wicked grin, I offered an alternative.

Adorably, he told me the couch was fine. But I just smirked as I leaned back into him and meet his mouth as we kissed. I whispered into his ear that his cock is going feel so good when it’s in my pussy. He let out an groan and then I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.

Once in there I pulled his jeans all the way down, pulling his boots off and helping him out of his jeans. Then I lifted the shirt up to help him remove it. Now he was completely naked and I admired his toned body with better muscle definition than I was expecting and a nice hard cock pointing out in front.

I feel back on the bed and gave him a wink as I pulled my thong to the side. That when he killed the mood and asked if I had a condom.

That’s killed the mood in the past, but I was committed to having fun with Eric so I took it in my stride. I told him he didn’t have to cause I was on the pill but like a good little boy he insisted.

So I went into my bathroom and returned with a condom. It wasn’t something I used that often. In fact this one had expired and was also a medium sized which I didn’t think was gonna work for him. Of course, I had a pack of large ones that were brand new in my cabinet, but Eric didn’t need to know that.

I sat on the bed in front of him as I removed the condom from the wrapper and placed it over his stiff cock. I struggled to get the condom stretched over his impressive size and I could tell it was already dry and brittle. But I managed to get it two thirds of the way over his cock.

Once I begrudgingly wrapped it up I pulled him on to the bed and on his back. I straddled him and lined up my dripping pussy with the head of his cock. I lock eyes with him as I lower myself down onto him. Both of us moan as the tension of the night now focuses on his cock and my pussy. I lift up and then push down. I keep going, quickening the pace and increasing the intensity.

I keep going harder to the point where the bed starts to creak and groan. Eric’s hands make their way to my breast through my top. I pull it off to let him have a more sensory experience as I keep fucking him. He pulls my bra down exposing my breasts allowing him to aggressively fondle them.

Our combined moaning continues to crescendo as I keep fucking him. Every once and a while checking the condom to see if it has given up yet. Alas, it holds on.

Eric is getting more and more into it now. Being very active in the fucking as he thrusts his hips up to meet me. I can feel him trying to reposition himself. So I pause my assault briefly.

He moves out from under me and roughly pushes me on my back. He quickly gets in between me and puts my ankles over his shoulders. He drives his cock deep inside me and instantly restarts the hard fucking in our new position. He keeps going and going. Now his assault on my pussy becomes relentless.

His stamina holds and his nice big cock gets me close to cumming. I’m moaning in ecstasy. As he slams into me as hard as ever, I feel something different. I move my hand to the base of his cock as it slams into me to confirm. Sure enough a broken condom is now bunched up at the base of his cock. It rubs against my lips as he drives his bare cock into me. A broad smile comes across my face as a guttural moan escapes me.

I look my legs around his waist keeping him against me. I tell him that I think the condom has broke but that I’m so close to cumming I plead with him to keep going.

I see the flash of fear on his face as I tell him. He slows briefly but my pleads and moans convince him to keep going. I’m so close to cumming but need a bit more from him. My breathing is so ragged and my moaning intense. I can sense he is close to. I squeeze my pelvic muscles as much as possible to clamp his cock. He starts grunting and I feel his cock swell. I plead with him to keep fucking me and he does, with more intensity than ever. He grunts and groans loudly. We are both totally entranced.

I scream obscenities as I go over the edge. Then i feel him slam deep inside me and hold it there. My orgasm floods my body as I feel him empty himself directly into my unprotected pussy. I look at his face and smile as I see the annalistic pleasure travel through him.

We hold it there for a few moments before he pulls out and collapses next to me.

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As the light comes into my room, I slowly open my eyes. It must be mid morning. I feel Eric spooning me and I feel his cock pressing into my ass. I’m still wearing my skirt around my hubs and my bra only slightly higher up around my waist.

I get up trying not to disturb him and go and have a shower.

I’m a little bit nervous about what his more sober and stress relieved attitude will be. I decide a cooked breakfast might help him process it and recover. So I put on a short bath robe and go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

A short while later he emerges from the bedroom wearing his boxer shorts, looking sheepish. I smile at him and tell him I’ve got some bacon on the go. He walks over and stands behind me telling me how good it smells. Then he presses his body into mine.

As I leave the coffee shop, there is a small crowd of people standing around waiting for their order. It is a small but popular shop. Amongst the crowd, I see a guy waiting for his order and he’s holding on to an adorable 12month old little boy. My hormones are going wild lately and I’m feeling very clucky.

As I walk past, I give the baby a big smile and as I keep walking I catch the dad’s eyes hitting me and feel then travel down to my ass as I pass them. And I keep smiling to myself as I continue on.

A minute later, I remember I have to pick up something from the grocery store so I have to double back. The guy is still waiting for his order and his little kid is still looking my way. I smile more and make those goofy baby faces. The kid starts smiling more and laughing as babies do.

Feeling bored and more than a little bit mischievous, I stop by them and make baby noises. I notice how muscular and handsome the guy is. Just my type, and I’m not worried about the wedding band on his finger, or the kid he’s holding. In fact, my experience suggests, guys with young kids are some of the most sexually frustrated out of anyone.

I tell him how adorable his kid is. I ask him if I can hold him. The dad is a bit thrown and doesn’t really know how to respond but gives the adorable little one to me as I hold out my arms. I bounce the boy in my arms as I make faces, making him cry out in delight like kids do.

Then I tell the dad how adorable he is and it must be the good genes. Then I look the dad in the eye as I say that I wish I had a baby that looked this cute. My eyes carrying all the innuendo I needed. His reaction was priceless. While he looked aghast and his face blushed, he still managed to look me up and down again.

I told him with a laugh that I was only joking. I don’t trick guys into getting me pregnant, and I’m definitely on the pill. But, I tell him, it’s a lot of fun trying.

While I had him on the back foot, I asked him if this was his regular coffee shop. When he said yes, I said that I looked forward to seeing these two handsome guys again, unless we didn’t want to rely on coincidence of course, in which case we could exchange dets. His face was painted with the conflicting thoughts in his head. But I guess he realised there was nothing unfaithful in giving me his phone number. So he nervously and quietly says it it as I deftly enter it in while still holding his kid. As I press add on the phone, I give him a devilish grin and then hand his kid back. I smile to myself as I walk off, knowing the dad is taking a good long look at my ass.