Over coffee on Friday morning, Michelle sighed slightly.
"Today's going to be my last normal day at the office for at least a little while," she said.
"Oh? Why's that?" Eric asked.
"The boss is having my office remodeled," she revealed. "I'm going to try to find a temporary office, but you know we're so crowded right now that it may be pretty much impossible."
"What about telecommuting until the work is done?"
"I wish," she said. "I could do some of my work from home, but you know that for a lot of it, I'll have to be in the building."
She paused, stirring the cream and sugar into her cup. "Oh, well. I'll do what I have to do--just like always."
"Maybe it won't be too bad," Eric tried to reassure her. "You work well under pressure--maybe you'll be especially productive while the renovations are going on in the background."
Michelle smirked. "Why are you always so optimistic about everyone else, but when it comes to your own stuff, you're an eternal pessimist?"
"Dunno," Eric shrugged. "Just talented, I guess."
They both left for work, though they were never very far from each other. When things weren't busy at one or the other's office, they frequently texted back and forth. Sometimes it was strictly small talk, just to pass the time; other times, things got pretty steamy. Michelle would steal off to the restroom to snap a quick phone photo of her cleavage or, if the opportunity presented itself, she might shoot one up her skirt or with her top spread open and her breasts all but revealed. She knew that while Eric had seen her naked body literally thousands of times, he also loved getting sexy photos sent to his phone on occasion.
For a while last year, Michelle had an intern who started out seeming pretty cool, and turned out to be a real freak. Kate was only too happy to help her get those hard-to-accomplish ass pictures, or a shot of her boobs squished together and overflowing her lacy bra. Once they even managed to get a hot photo of a pussy spread wide, glistening and pink. The lips were held open by a woman's index and middle fingers, the nails carefully manicured.
Giggling, they had sent it to Eric. The shot had exactly the desired effect--Eric was almost 100 percent positive that the gooey cunt in the photo was his wife's, but he was equally certain that the fingers were Kate's. It made him wonder just what was happening while he was busy at work.
With such thoughts running through his head, he found himself growing hard beneath the edge of his desk. Seeing that no one was close by, he grabbed his phone and, trying to disguise the bulge in his pants in case someone spotted him, he headed for the bathroom.
Safely inside with the door locked, he unfastened his pants and allowed his now-fully-erect cock to spring free. He opened his camera app on his phone and took a photo of his throbbing rod, then sent it back to his wife's phone.
She responded quickly, saying that she and Kate had enjoyed the view immensely. By this time, Eric had his fist wrapped around his shaft and took only a few minutes to bring himself to orgasm. He took another photo of his cum dripping down the outside of his fingers, cock still firmly within, and sent that one as well.
The next photo he received made him even more certain that the earlier photo from the girls had been Michelle's pussy and Kate's fingers--because this one was obviously Kate's cunt and Michelle's fingers.
On that Friday, Eric and Michelle were both pretty busy. They sent texts every now and then, mostly innocent and demure. In the background of each of those sentences, though, was an undercurrent of sex. After all, the weekend was only hours away, and the two of them relished their weekends together. Michelle craved cock like no other woman Eric had ever met and Eric? Well, he was a man. And there's nothing more dangerous or creative than a horny man who has a willing woman at his side.
The texts got a little sexier as 5 p.m. approached. The two of them planned to go out to dinner, then head out to a movie. Dessert would be after the movie--the two of them devouring each other in bed.
The end of the work day arrived, and the couple met at home, changing into more casual clothes before leaving the house again. Dinner was fine, the movie was halfway decent, but for some reason Michelle was extremely horny. On the way home, she reached across to Eric's belt, unfastening it and then opening his fly and coaxing his hardening cock from inside his boxers. Jutting up from his lap, she licked her lips and then leaned over, slipping the head of his penis into her hungry mouth.
With her sliding her lips and tongue all over his cock, Eric decided to get off the highway--believing the surface streets would be safer for him to traverse. He saw a dark and quiet parking lot and headed that direction, but when he pulled into it, Michelle noticed the change in lighting and looked up.
She smiled. "What? You're shy all of a sudden?" she said. "Actually, I could use some food. See if you can find a drive-through open." She winked.
Realizing that his wife was indeed hot to trot tonight, Eric decided not to think too much about it. He pulled back onto the street and drove a few blocks, seeing a fast food joint with an empty drive-through lane.
He pulled in and Michelle removed his cock from her mouth long enough to place her order at the speaker, then went right back to gobbling his rod as Eric pulled forward to the window. Pulling up next to the building, he saw a cute girl--he guessed she was 18 or 19--getting ready to hand a sack of food to him. As he rolled down the window, he saw the girl's eyes widen as she realized what was happening in his car.
Michelle looked up and grinned mischievously, holding Eric's sizable cock so its tip was just barely touching her tongue, then swirled her tongue around his swollen head.
"Thank you, honey," Michelle told the girl in a teasing voice. "This kind of stuff makes me SO hungry."
Eric pulled away, leaving the girl with her own mouth open in an amusing imitation of the woman she had just seen. He knew that as soon as he was gone, she was going to tell everyone about the BJ she watched through the window, and at least her male coworkers would be absolutely green with envy.
The rest of the weekend went just like most of their weekends. During the day they ran errands and did odd jobs around the house. In the evenings, they settled down with TV shows or a movie, then fucked like bunnies. They were married and they were no spring chickens, but they knew how to enjoy themselves, and each other.
By the time Monday rolled around, Eric had just about forgotten about the renovations at Michelle's office until she texted him.
"Wow," the text read. "Maybe this situation won't be so bad after all."
"???" he texted back.
"Steve is a hunk."
"Steve?" Eric wondered if he had missed a text. Sometimes their phones didn't fully cooperate, and the occasional text was delayed or didn't go through at all.
"The contractor guy," she responded. "NICE."
Eric tried to imagine what Steve must look like, and found it extremely difficult. His wife didn't have a "type"--some women liked bad boys, some liked men in uniform, some liked nerds, some liked scruffy kids with shaggy hair and rail-thin frames. His wife had expressed an interest in all kinds of men, but the looks were less important than the mind and personality. A guy who could make her think, make her laugh, make her feel sexy--that was the guy who would catch her eye. And the longer he was around (providing he didn't act like a complete douche-bag), the more she thought about how he would look naked and in her bed.
So he had no idea what this Steve guy must look like.
"That good, huh?" he texted back, trying to keep it simple but still showing an interest.
"Yum....I mean, yup," she wrote, adding a winky face.
The rest of the day, they continued to text and Eric noticed that time and again, her messages went back to sexiness and double entendres. He was a little eager to get her home alone that night.
After supper, they started up the DVR and settled down on the couch. During breaks in their shows, Eric asked about Steve.
"Oh, man," Michelle said. "Don't worry--he'll never replace you. But he's nice to look at, and nice to think about. He's not a keeper, though."
He knew what she meant. They talked about people in such terms. Some couples thought it was a big deal to have "THE LIST"--the people, usually celebrities, who were so hot that, if ever encountered, the spouse had a blank check to fuck. Eric and Michelle had gone far past that many years ago. They fully acknowledged that they were married, not dead. Attractive men and women walk through their lives every day, and it was stupid not to realize that. However, some were keepers and some were not. A supermodel or movie star might be awesome to look at, but they both knew that the looks would eventually become a burden.
But when the shows were over and the loving started, Eric goaded Michelle into fleshing out her thoughts.
"Describe Steve to me," he said as his cock sank into her waiting cunt.
