They never made any verbal arrangements or plans for getting together after the rest of the office staff had gone home. Somehow, by not speaking about it, Jake was able to view his infidelity as spontaneous and, therefore, less shameful than if it had been premeditated. And Gloria just saw it as part of her job, a bit of pleasant overtime, even a benefit of her position. Jake simply stayed at his desk when the office closed and Gloria, taking the hint, lingered at her own desk while the others departed. Then she came to him and, seldom saying much, sometimes not speaking a single word, they made love in one way or another.
Jake was lingering today.
Gloria waited until the office was vacated by everyone else, then she went into Jake's private office.
She did so, in fact, at the exact same moment that Molly, having sent the two dogs home, was getting in her car with the intention of surprising her husband at work.
The meaty flavor of dog prick lingered on her tongue and the taste of dog cum remained in her mouth, and since she had sucked both dogs off since the boxer had fucked her, the woman was hot again and hoping to catch her husband in the mood.
The mood… not the act.
Gloria came into the room, pausing by the entrance. She was wearing a pale silk blouse, and the fact that she wore no bra was evident because her stiff nipples were pressing twin peaks in the silk. She wore a short skirt, showing her nice, lush legs. Jake was pretending to be occupied with some paperwork. Gloria waited.
They had fallen into a routine whereby she could tell what he wanted without exchanging words. If he turned his swivel chair and remained in it, she would kneel down in front of him, open his fly, haul his big prick out and take it into her hot mouth, nursing on it until he creamed. If, on the other hand, he rose from his seat, she knew that he was in the mood for some pussy, and she would begin to take her clothing off. Sometimes they fucked on the desk, sometimes on the couch, once in awhile, on the floor. They often fucked standing up, her back to the wall as his powerful, upthrusting strokes drove her onto her tiptoes. She would cling to his shoulders for support and wrap her heavy thighs around his hips.
Jake looked up from his feigned paperwork.
He smiled.
Then he stood up.
Gloria began to undress. Jake gazed at her with admiration. She drew the blouse off, revealing her cannonball tits, her pink nipples like bullets. She had really mouth-watering tits, he thought. Then she stepped out of her short skirt. She wore brief bikini panties, and he could see the triangular outline of her pussy hair through the material. Hooking her thumbs under the elastic band, she slowly tugged them down, her hips squirming and her ass shifting as they passed over her crotch.
He saw that the crotchband of the panties was soaking wet.
When she tossed them aside, they fluttered to the carpet like a moth with damp wings.
Her pubic bush was fiery bronze, the coils like tongues of flame on her groin, as if she had ignited from the intense heat of her juicy cunt. There was a slippery sheen on the smooth, ivory flesh of her inner thighs.
Naked, she posed for him.
She was waiting to see if he moved toward the couch, toward her, or stayed by the desk.
Jake stayed by the desk.
Gloria moved toward him, her hips lashing from side to side as if she were switching an invisible tail behind her, a voracious cat stalking her meaty prey.
Jake came out from behind the big desk to meet her. Standing beside it, they embraced and his mouth ground on hers, lips parting, tongues flashing back and forth.
Jake ran his hands up her smooth hips, then cupped her firm ass and drew her belly tight to his. Gloria could feel his hard-on throbbing away in his pants. Reaching down, she cupped his balls. Her other hand sought the clasp of his zipper, but before she could open his fly, he turned her toward the desk. She perched on the edge, her ass braced on the rim and her legs trailing down.
His mouth dragged off hers, and he lowered his head to her tits. He sucked upon each stiff nipple in turn, running his tongue all around her fat tit-mounds and up the deep cleavage.
Gloria shuddered with the delicious sensation. She loved to have her tits sucked. Jake usually paid little attention to such details. In fact, he did so deliberately. Fucking her was one thing, it was a way to get his rocks off, but running through the preliminaries of foreplay made him feel more unfaithful to his wife, more of an adulterer because of the tenderness involved.
Today, although it made him feel more sinful, Jake was in the mood for lots of foreplay.
He sank down to his knees, his head still working on her tits, his lips pulling on the stiff tips.
Gloria was thrilled.
She arched her back, thrusting her tits out into his face, stroking his head with one hand.
He moved lower.
As he kissed her belly and his tongue probed into her belly button, the lush redhead began to vibrate all over. He moved lower still. His tongue rustled through her bronze pubic hair like a little pink rodent through dense underbrush.
Was he going to suck her cunt?
Jake had never done that for her, and Gloria found the idea extremely exciting. She arched deeper and spread her thighs wide open. He licked away at her lower belly, then began to run his tongue up the sleek slopes of her thighs, the strokes falling just short of her crotch. He licked up the creases where her thighs joined her pelvis, his tongue tracing a path parallel with her open fuckslot. She purred and moaned, her hand stroking his head and cheek encouragingly.
Jake drew back and looked at her crotch.
Her cuntlips were spread open so wide that they seemed to be turning inside out, and her open fuckslot was filled with cuntjuice. It was a luscious sight. Jake groaned and began to drool. He had always avoided going down on her before. That was a treat that he had always saved for his wife. But he was cunt-hungry today and Gloria's juicy cunt, framed in that fiery bush, gaping wide open, looked absolutely delicious. With a little sigh of desire, he buried his face between her thighs.
He began to tongue up her pussy.
Gloria gurgled with the sensation.
His talented tongue was scooping out creamy ribbons from her cunt. His head turned from side to side, as if revolving around his lapping tongue. Then his lips parted, and he began to suck from her flowing pussy.
"Oooooh," she purred. "I love that!"
As he slurped juice from her cunt, his lips sucked the sweet nectar out hungrily. He began to work on her clit and she started to tremble with the rising tide of her coming.
"Don't stop!" she wailed.
Jake had no intention of stopping, not until he had tongued an orgasm from her smoldering cunt.
Her smooth thighs closed around his head like a velvet snare, holding his head to her groin. Then they rippled and parted wide again, so she could look down the arched slope of her torso and watch his nimble tongue flick and dip in her soaking cunt.
The thrill raced through her pussy.
Gloria felt as if she were dissolving, as if her flesh and blood were melting, turning into cuntjuice, pouring out into his mouth, her very life force creaming on his tongue.
She cried out in ecstasy as she creamed.
Jake lapped merrily away, bringing her off, sucking and tonguing even after she had stopped shuddering, to make sure that he had worked off every last spasm of her joy.
He looked up, smiling, his lips smeared with the lather of her lust. She looked down, smiling, too, in gratitude and satisfaction. He ducked in and gave her cunt a last slurp, then rose up, opening his trousers as he did so, ready to fuck her now. His lust had been brought to violent heights while he snacked on her pussy, and now he was ready to drive his cockmeat into her.
At that very moment, Molly was driving her car into the parking lot below.
When he opened his fly, his prick charged out with its own momentum, like a frenzied bull rushing into the bullring, eager to sink its hard horn into soft, warm flesh.
His cock towered up before the arched redhead, his balls level with her groin and the flaring knob extending up so far that it loomed, dripping, over her belly button. Her eyes blurred as she gazed at his big slab of purple prickmeat. A glob of jism ran down from his piss slit and traced a glistening trail down his shaft, following the thick, dark, pulsating vein. Licking her lips, Gloria started to reach out for it, to draw the head into her mouth, but Jake dipped at the knees and aimed his pounding cockhead towards her lathered cunt.
He pushed the tip in.
Gloria began to wail with expectation.
She had come already, when he sucked her cunt, but Gloria was not a girl who refused the chance to come more than once, and she squirmed in anticipation of a cuntful of his stiff prickmeat.
Jake began to feed it to her slowly, pushing into her rippling cunt tunnel inch by inch. Her pussy pulled on him and her lush hips rocked from side to side as she balanced on the very edge of the desk, her ass churning on the rim.
Gloria looked down, seeing his cock framed by the inner slopes of her big tits and the gentle rise of her belly. He was gazing down, too, watching his long, thick prick disappear up her hairy pussy. Her cuntlips dragged and fluttered around his vanishing cockshaft. He pushed and paused, then pushed again.
With a final shove, he drove his prick balls-deep up her cunt.
And his wife was two flights up in the self-service elevator as she ascended toward his office, looking forward to surprising her husband at his work… and not knowing that she was going to get quite an unexpected surprise of her own.
Jake ground his prick into Gloria, holding the full penetration and working his fat shaft around in the buried depths. He was grimacing and grunting with the effort, and she was starting to whimper and pant with the joy of being filled of cock. Then he pulled out very slowly, with her hot fuckhole dragging across every inch of his prick, until only the swollen knob remained stuck up her. His hands clamped onto her hips, holding her steady. She arched deeper, the chasm of her cunt seeming to suck on his cockhead.
Jake slid the length in again.
He began pouring the prick to her steadily, but slowly, his thrusts long, underslung and rippling, getting into a slow rhythm that would prolong the act and sustain the pleasure. His balls swung back and forth. His belly pressed on hers as his cock vanished up her cunt. There was nothing between their crotches as he was plugged up her like a peg into a perfectly matched wet hole.
Gloria was trying to move with him, holding to the same slow, steady tempo, but she was getting carried away and finding it hard to restrain herself. Her hips were rolling and her belly was pumping, thrusting twice to his once, pushing her cunt down over his prick and pulling it back up again while he slid in once.
Her feet rose up, arched, toes pointing outward. Her thighs closed around his hips and she locked her ankles behind his ass, gripping him tightly, her leg muscles tensing, then relaxing in tempo with his humping.
"Fuck," she whispered.
His prick hissed up her hot cunthole.
She began repeating the word, saying it each time he shoveled his prickmeat to her, "Fuck… fuck… fuck…"
Jake began whipping his cock in and out faster, running it directly across her clit as it plunged into the depths of her pussy, jolting her pelvis and rattling her hipbones with his vigorous thrusts as the pace built up.
And Molly was out of the elevator, coming down the corridor at her own rapid pace, walking fast now in her eagerness to get to her husband's big prick. She was at the door. She came into the outer office. It was empty, but that was only to be expected, for the receptionist would have already gone home.
She headed for the inner office.
Cuntjuice was gushing out of Gloria as Jake's thick fuckshaft pumped in and out of her, drawing her nectar out as if he were pumping it from a well. They were both soaring towards the heights now, all restraint lost, making no attempt to pro long the coupling further or to hold back the spillage of their pleasure.
She was still gasping: "Fuck… fuck fuck…" As the crest came rushing upon them, she writhed. "Come… oh! Come in me, shoot that hot cum up my cunt, fill my pussy with your sweet fuckjuice!"
"Take it, baby! Here it comes!" Jake rasped.
His balls erupted and the volcanic jism squirted from his cockhead, filling her cunt in a creamy deluge.
Gloria wailed with joy as she felt his cum pour into her, and her pussy melted like a wax candle around his burning, spurting prick as she joining him in orgasm. He kept pumping his cock into her, shooting dose after dose, and she vibrated all over as her cunt melted with him.
It was no wonder that, at a moment like this, neither Jake nor Gloria were aware that Molly was standing, open-mouthed, in the doorway.