Until that day I had always tried to be a good husband. The spark had left the relationship two years into the marriage but we still went through the day to day tasks and even maintained a healthy sex life. Staying passionate was pretty hard when your partner had become more like a business associate. My wife, Brandi was not ugly by any stretch of the imagination. Her shoulder length red hair was curly and bordered on out of control but grabbed the eye from a mile away, her baby blue eyes stuck out against the red hair and few choice freckles that rested on her cheeks, her breasts were large but had somehow maintained a perkiness that seemed to defy gravity, and her ass had the shape that made men turn and stare after she had walked past. But, like the old saying goes, 'Show me a beautiful woman and I will show you a man tired of fucking her'. That was my situation.
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My job had pretty much dead-ended. I managed my department but there were a couple people above me. I had a small office that had enough room for a computer and a filing cabinet. Every day of my life had become exactly the same. That was until the day that my boss transferred a new girl to my department. I was extremely bitter at the new addition in order to give her hours I was going to have to cut from one of the people under me who already were strapped as tight as they could go. I guess that is why she got transferred from her old department anyway, she was too good to let go but it was too rough to squeeze hours.
Her first day in my department she came into my micro sized office and introduced herself. She was nervous and kept errantly pushing strands of her long blonde hair out of her face. Her glasses hid a pair of brown eyes so dark that you could fall into them and even though her clothes were not flattering it was hard not to notice her trim athletic build. Just about everything about her was the opposite of my wife.
"Hi, my name is Gwen," she introduced herself. "Thank you so much for approving my transfer; I don't know what I would do without this job. I was sure that I was going to get laid off."
I smiled and shook her hand, "Anything to help out." I said not letting her know that I hadn't approved anything, wanting to stay on her good side.
"I swear, you will not regret it for a minute," she said pushing her hair back.
I nodded and started fiddling with my computer. She took the hint that I was trying to work and left my office. I couldn't help looking at her as she left. I marveled at the length of her legs for as small as she was, they seemed to go on for miles leading to a perfect firm ass. It took all my concentration to get any work done after she left. My mind had left with her.
I continued my work day only seeing her again when it was quitting time. She smiled at me in passing and I went about the rest of my mundane life. I walked in the front door and realized my wife had beaten me home for a change. Usually she showed up about a twenty minutes after me depending on how traffic had been. She was still wearing her white blouse and black slacks, both which were about a half a size too small that she seemed to choose on purpose to show off her wonderful curves.
I snuck up on her and started kissing her neck. Meeting Gwen had apparently gotten me more fired up than what I had thought. She moaned softly and leaned her neck to the side. Even though my wife and I had lost most of the passion from our relationship it didn't mean that I found her anything less than beautiful. A man would have to be blind or gay to not think impure thoughts around her. One thing led to another and soon enough we were in the bedroom. Her slacks became a ball in the bedroom door, leaving her in a pair of lacy panties and her blouse.
Desire got the best of me as I bent her over the bed and pushed her panties to the side. My cock was hard and I had no patience to wait as I stabbed into her barely moist pussy with vigorous intensity. She moaned into the mattress as I assaulted her with my violent intensity. My cock isn't the largest in the world but I have never had any complaints and the way she was screaming it seemed to be doing the job again. Her inner walls gripped me tightly as I continued my punishment. I grabbed her curvy hips, pulling her back roughly against me. I fucked her as rough and as fast as I could, growling in pure lust and desire. I stayed hard for longer than my usual bouts and she seemed to appreciate it cumming before I was even close. As I looked down at her perfect round as my mind fantasized that it was seeing Gwen's perfect tight ass in her place.
I began to lose what little control I had. My imagination got the best of me as I fantasized about her tight little athletic frame. I fucked my wife faster and faster. Her screams were ragged and wild as I felt her cum on my cock for at least the second time. I slapped her ass with a ringing smack as I let loose inside of her with spurt after spurt of hot cum. She let out a yelp from the slap and collapsed on the bed as I stopped moving inside her.
She wiggled from under me and went to the bathroom. The shower turned on and she followed through with her post-sex ritual, taking care of the dirtiness that she always seemed to feel after being touched by me. I followed her into the bathroom talking to her while she was in the shower.
"What brought that on?" she asked me.
"Can't a man be happy to see his wife," I said coming up with the best answer that I could think of at the spur of the moment.
"You practically raped me. I'm not complaining, but that just isn't like you."
As I watched her soaping herself in the shower, I found myself getting hard again. I opened the shower door and joined her. She looked at me with confusion and backed up under the water. I reached forward caressing her wet soapy breasts.
"Easy there, mister. What do you think you're doing?"
I smiled at her and dropped to my knees in front of her. I tried lifting a leg up on to my shoulder to lean her against the shower wall. Just as I got in sight of her recently used but still very beautiful shaved pussy she pushed me backwards.
"I don't know what has gotten into you but mouths do not go there. Gross," she quickly got out of the shower leaving me standing there with a very hard cock pointing straight forward.
I received the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening. She didn't speak a word to me and when bedtime came she stayed as far on her edge as she could possibly be. I tried holding her and was greeted with grunts of anger. After a few attempts I rolled to my side of the bed and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning she had already gotten up and left for work. I drank my coffee in peace wondering what the work day had for me today.
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I arrived at work and quickly found out that it was going to be a bad day. My two employees both had called off with cases of the flu, which meant that work consisted of myself and Gwen who had no idea how anything in the department went. That meant that I was going to have to stay over to make sure that everything got done.
Gwen made frequent trips into my office all morning asking questions about things that my normal crew automatically knew how to do. Her questions always were good questions but I got frustrated at her and snapped at her just before lunch. I saw the tears in her eyes as she excused herself and left. I felt like the world's biggest asshole.
I stayed in my office during lunch, trying to get some of my computer work done to avoid even more extra time after work. Gwen must have assumed that I had gone away for lunch because she seemed shocked to see me sitting at my chair. She was carrying a paper in her hand and turned bright red when she saw me sitting there.
