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It had been more than a week since I'd heard from Jess or Tom. I hoped it was because they were busy and not because our latest encounter had crossed a line.
For my part, I stayed busy with my work doing the day, while I spent my nights stroking my dick and reliving having my butt fucked by them both.
Late one afternoon, I was in the back office of my building when I heard the door open. It was a woman -- I could hear her heels clicking on the tile.
The clicking didn't stop at the front counter, however. As I stood to see what my visitor needed, Jess poked her head in the door.
"Working for once, I see," she said with a teasing grin.
"If I'm going to get caught, I might as well get caught working," I shot back.
" I don't know," she said."I liked catching you last time."
Jess came in and perched herself on the edge of my desk. She was wearing a V-neck dress that plunged between her breasts, showcasing them in a way that was hard to tear my eyes from. Her perfume, delicate yet intoxicating, filled the small room.
Jess explained that this wasn't a social call. She'd just come from another meeting with Henry Jones on her school fundraiser project.
Henry was the president of our town's biggest bank. Those raising money for any cause eventually found their way to his door. He was a few years older and I had always found him to be pleasant, but quiet and reserved. He was, I thought, the stereotypical banker.
Jess had finalized plans for her fundraiser and had gotten Henry's blessing, since his bank was sure to be the biggest donor. What she needed from me was a little publicity in the next edition of my newspaper.
I was happy to help. Not only would I preview the event in next week's paper, I planned to cover the event with a story and photos for the front page.
We spent about 10 minutes talking about the event, Jess perched beside me as I typed notes on my desktop computer. When we were done, Jess glanced at her watch and I could see that she was calculating something in her head.
"Wanna see something?" she asked.
When I nodded yes, Jess shifted off my desk and lifted her dress up over her hips. She was wearing a little red lace thong.
Her panties were wet and matted to her crotch and thick white cum was seeping from her pussy.
My mouth watered and my cock sprang to life.
"Did Tom have court today?" I asked, knowing her husband liked a morning quickie on days he had to argue before a judge.
"Nope. That's all Henry," she said.
The look on my face made her giggle.
"How did that happen?" I asked.
Jess told me that despite his banker persona, Henry was much more relaxed behind closed doors. He had discreetly flirted with her for years. One afternoon as they worked in Henry's office on the fundraiser, his secretary had buzzed in on the intercom.
Mrs. Jones was on the phone, demanding to speak to her husband. The secretary couldn't hold her off. Henry took the call. Jess said she could hear his wife yelling from across the desk, while Henry mumbled things like, "I know, dear," and "I'm sorry, dear," into the handset.
She must have hung up on him, because Henry looked at the now quiet phone and gently set it back in the cradle. He apologized to Jess.
Henry explained that his wife had grown more demanding and distant from him lately. The angry phone calls and loud arguments at night seemed to go unchecked. She seemed to be mad at him all the time.
"So I'm guessing there isn't even any make-up sex?" Jess asked.
Henry sighed, and told her there had been no sex of any kind in nearly two years.
