My business partner is hot lady. Agreeing work with her and forming our partnership was a milestone in my life, the greatest idea I've ever had. Her name is Beverly and she's twenty-four, small and slender, with auburn hair, dark brown eyes, and a shape that makes men's eyes bulge out. I enjoy watching her, especially looking at her full breasts and sexy hips.
I love to go down on her pussy, while she wraps her slender, shapely legs around my head. We are great together, and we began fucking shortly after we met at a convention, five months before we started our business. You might wonder how we ever get anything accomplished, but we are not all over each other constantly. We work hard at our tasks, and we take care of whatever needs to be done, but when we want to have time together, we take it. We don't hold back and have coupled almost everywhere in our office suite.
You might wonder why we just don't get married and keep our hot love life at home. The answer is very simple: we are both married to other people, and neither of us has any desire to give up the current spouse. What we do in the office is partly a joining to affirm our mutual reliance and cement our working relationship. Neither my wife nor her husband suspects anything. We speak of each other with great indifference at home, and whenever they see us together, we are paragons of conservative behavior. None of our staff has any idea that their bosses are wanton, illicit adulterers.
Our sex encounters are both exciting and draining, so we save them for a time when our projects require less attention or when they are completed. All last week we had put in twelve-hour days on our latest venture. Finally, we both came in on Saturday and Sunday, along with our employees, to finish up the details. On Monday we made our presentation. Our hard work paid off, and the contract was signed.
As we drove back to the office, we agreed what to do. Calling our spouses, we sadly informed them that we needed to finish off a small, but vital detail for Tuesday. I promised my wife that I would make it up to her by taking off the coming Friday so that we could have a nice three-day weekend. Beverly promised her husband the following Monday off.
We had spent more than a week slaving away, and Beverly and I hadn't screwed that entire time. We spent our time concentrating on the work because we knew that our reward would follow immediately upon the completion of our project. Besides, my sweet wife enjoyed sex and made sure she got her share from me almost every night. She believed that she was relaxing me as well as pleasing herself. She was so right! Every time Beverly worked close by me, her personal mix of fragrances wafted into my nose. She smelled great and was ever feeding my lustful brain. Of course, every time I looked at her, I would admire her fine ass, her luscious boobs, and her curvy legs. I needed her hot pussy, and I knew Beverly wanted my cock just as desperately.
That evening, I sat at a table in the restaurant. Across from me sat Beverly. We were supposedly having a supper before returning to the office to finish that small and vital detail. Actually, we were teasing and exciting each other, just like that erotic eating scene in the film "Tom Jones." Thankfully, the restaurant was not crowded and its staff remained discretely away from our table. As we mouthed our food in sensuous, lewd gestures, we were arousing each other, preparing ourselves for our return to the office. I loved watching the way her pink tongue moved across her lips.
As soon as Beverly and I arrived in the outer office, our hands were all over each other. "Wait a second," I gasped finally. "Let's make sure no one else is still here." We forced ourselves apart and quickly moved through the suite of offices. We had one close call in the past and wanted no others. Just as we were about to merge together again, the telephone rang.
Beverly picked up the receiver and said in a weak, tired voice, "Lower Lakes Systems, can I help you?" Her eye gestures informed me that it was her husband. "Yes, darling, I'll be home after midnight. Yes, I think so. See you later, darling. Don't wait up for me. Yes, I love you too." She replaced the receiver quietly and turned to me. "Let's disable the telephones so that it appears like our lines are tied up."
I accomplished that small task, and she was in my arms again. I slid a hand up her inner thigh until I touched her crotch. When I started rubbing her pussy through her sheer panties, I found that Beverly was very wet already. I knew that she was as hot as I was and pulled her close against me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and gave me a long, deep kiss. I responded in kind and started sucking on her busy, probing tongue. Soon, she was on her knees before me, pulling down my zipper. Beverly quickly had my cock out and was rubbing her wet lips along its rapidly swelling girth while making my trousers fall down my legs. When my penis filled out to its six inch length, she stuffed the fat, bulbous head into her mouth and started sucking me in the way only she could do. I placed my hands on her head and started to fuck her face, slowly and softly. Looking down, I could see that she was loosening her clothing as she fellated me.
