Day 9 -- Monday
If you can imagine a normal day, this had to be it. The two of us had been pretty much sexed out the night before, so getting ready for work was a little bit of teasing, but no outright sex. She did look hot as hell as she went out the door.
I got myself finished up and headed into work. I was first there, as usual, and headed to my office. I left my office door open and kept watch for Trish to come in. Almost everyone else had gotten in before she showed up. I picked up my phone, dialed her extension and when she answered, asked her to come to my office.
I got up and pulled one of the spare chairs around from in front of my desk to the side as she walked the short distance from her desk to my door. I was still standing when she stepped in. "Close the door please," I said quietly.
She closed the door and stepped to my desk a little nervously. She had on a short dress that looked extremely sexy on her, stockings or pantyhose and high heels.
"Sit," I said, softly, sitting down in my own chair. I scooted towards her and leaned towards her as she settled in the chair. "You alright?"
"Yeah. I'm alright," she said softly.
"The way you left last night. I wasn't sure."
"I couldn't stay any longer," she whispered. "You're married and I'm not into stealing other women's men."
"Stealing me? Why would you think you were stealing me? Everything that happened was consensual. We all knew what we were doing, right?"
"I thought so...until that kiss. All of a sudden I wanted you."
"You had me already."
"No. Not like that. I wanted you with me, in my house, in my bed, waking up with me in the morning and having sex in the shower, having sex with me when we go to sleep. That way."
"Oh," I whispered. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You just did what you do. What you always do with your wife. That kiss... It was... Loving. We just had sex and all I could think about was doing it again with you, feeling you stroke into me until you came in me, to see your face when you came. I knew that's exactly how your wife must feel every morning, every time you kiss her. I just didn't want to let that grow," she said, looking at her hands in her lap.
I rolled my chair closer to her, reaching out and resting a hand on her knee. "Trish. I didn't mean to cause a problem. I mean, when you came over I had no idea we were going to have sex. It just kind of happened. I'm not going to hold anything against you, if that's what you're worried about."
She looked up at me a little surprised. "I never thought that. I know you wouldn't ever do anything like that. That's not the kind of person you are."
"Then why do you look like you just lost your best friend?"
"Because, right now, all I want to do is to lay myself on your desk and let you fuck me, just to feel you in me again. I know I can't, but that's what I want. I've always respected you. Now in addition to respecting you professionally, personally I want you. Oh, I know I can't ever have you in the have you at home sense, but now, here? Oh yeah. I want you bad."
She stood up, reached behind her back, and in seconds her dress was sliding down her body, leaving her naked except for her stockings and heels. "You can have me any time you want. Just ask and I'll come in here and suck you or fuck you or let you take me any way you want. All I ask is that you treat me with the same gentleness you did last night."
"Trish. I had a lot of fun with you last night, and yes, I'd love to have more fun that way, but are you sure you wanna go there? I mean, what about a boyfriend or something?"
"I don't have one, and if I did, he'd have to be as gentle and caring as you are. If not, I'm not interested," she said as she stepped towards me. She reached out for my head and gently stroked my hair as she stood in front of me. She lifted one foot and rested it on the arm of my chair, spreading her legs wide. "Please lick me," she whispered. "All the wetness there is me, no one else. Definitely nothing left of what Tom put there."
"I wasn't exactly worried about that, but having sex at work isn't the best idea. We could get into a lot of trouble," I said quietly, looking at her pussy only inches from my face. I could smell how excited she was already, her lips glistening with her juices. I leaned towards her the last couple inches and reached my tongue out for her pussy.
"Ohhhhh yesssss," she moaned softly as I stroked my tongue up her lips. I stroked again, spreading her lips with the tip of my tongue until I felt her hard clit. Her body jerked slightly as I flicked across it, a slight gasp coming from her. "yessssssss" she whispered softly.
"Is this a private party, or can anyone join?" I heard Sam ask as the office door clicked shut.
Trish whipped her head around and pulled her leg down. "Sorry. I was just leaving," she mumbled as she stepped to her dress and picked it up to sort it out.
Sam walked the rest of the few dozen feet to where we were and reached out, putting a hand on Trish's dress. "You don't have to. I wasn't intending to interrupt, just maybe...join in?"
Trish looked at her for a few seconds and then went back to trying to step into her dress. "I shouldn't have... I mean we shouldn't..."
Sam reached out for her arms and gripped them gently. "Trish, stop. It's me, Sam." Trish stopped what she was doing and stood looking at Sam. "Trust me, I know how you feel. I came to work hoping to feel him in me again too. After Friday."
"It did look like you were enjoying it," Trish said quietly.
"I thought someone was watching, but I wasn't sure who," Sam said as she reached up behind her neck. She undid several buttons across her left shoulder and then reached down to the hem of the sweater dress she had on. She pulled it up and off, dropping it on the floor, leaving her in nothing but high heels. "So, should we enjoy his attentions for a few minutes before we get back to work?"
"You really want to have sex with both of us?" Trish asked.
