Bent My Wife Over Co-worker's Desk

One night, my wife came downtown to meet me after work. We went out for dinner on the waterfront and since we had an open-ended arrangement with our babysitter we talked about going to see a movie. We don't get out much, so when we get the chance, we like to make the most of it -- like we did on this night.

After dinner, we went for a little walk on the waterfront and made our way to the office building where I work. I had suggested that we go check the movie listings online at my desk. For a long time, I had this fantasy of bringing my wife into my office for a quickie, but had never been able to arrange for it. This seemed like an ideal opportunity and I was hoping that nobody would be in my office. It was a nice summer evening, so my hopes were up and my **** was getting hard thinking about it.

When we reached the floor where my office was, I gave my wife a quick tour of the wing where I work, scanning for signs of life. Then, I showed her an out-of-the-way co-worker's office. The lights were off and it was dark and secluded. I knew the time was right. I closed the door so only a little bit of light was coming through a narrow window by the door. I came up behind my wife and kissed her on the shoulder and the back of her neck. She seemed startled at first, but then I started caressing her back and arms and then she tilted her head back and leaned back into me. “Yes” I thought to myself.

My hands moved up to her breasts and felt her quickly hardening nipples through her soft cotton shirt. She was wearing a skirt, so I crouched down and ran my hands up the inside of her thighs and caressed her beautiful, well-rounded ***. She was sighing softly as I did this and I knew she was into it.

“I want to be a bad boy,” I told her. “I could get fired for this, but I want to bend you over this desk and **** you.”

She smiled at me and the look in her eyes made my **** throb in my pants. My wife likes it when I’m a bad boy and she gets all slutty for me. I knew it was only a matter of time before my fantasy was going to be realized.

We went around the desk and I sat down on the chair while she sat on the desk with one of her legs up on the chair I was sitting in. This gave me easy access to her crotch. I rubbed her ***** through her panties and could feel her swollen lips through the fabric. I could feel her ***** juices beginning to dampen her skimpy white undies. I pulled them aside and to see her swollen labia and feel her wet ****.

“I think you better take these off,” I said, and she quickly doffed her panties and lay them on my co-worker’s desk. She then got down on her knees between my legs and unzipped my pants. My turgid **** was straining against my boxers, so she also undid my belt to gain better access to my loins. She pulled my pants down to my knees and I sat back down, with my bare *** on my co-worker’s chair. My wife took my **** in her warm, wet mouth and started to suck it and lick it. As much as I loved having her tongue swirl around my throbbing penis, I wanted to stuff her *****.

“Stand up,” I whispered to her, still worried about people hearing us. “Lean over the desk and lift your skirt up.”

Dutifully, and with a sweet, mischievous smile on her face, she did as she was told. My wife has an amazing *** that makes me incredibly horny. When I **** her doggy-style, I never last too long even under normal circumstances.

On this night, I was so worked up and excited to be fulfilling this fantasy that I knew it was really going to be a quickie. Normally, I’ll hold off a bit because I love the view of glistening **** sliding in and out of my wife’s *****.

I could not do that this time and the combination of my wife grinding herself back into me and knowing that someone could walk by at any moment added to the urgency of the moment.

“Fill me up, baby,” she said to me. “I’m all yours.”

With that, I lost all control and started pumping my **** in and out of her. After about the fourth pump, I shoved my **** into her **** as deep as I could and let loose. My throbbing member pumped thick gobs of *** into her *****. It was an intense ****** and I felt as if my balls were completely drained.

After catching our breath, we realized we didn’t have anything to clean up our mess. With her bent over the desk, and me still inside her, we looked around to see if there was a box of tissue or something to wipe ourselves, but there was nothing.

“Oh well, looks like you’ll have to run to the bathroom.” I said. “There’s one just outside that door to the main hallway.”

I pulled out of her dripping wet ***** and some *** dripped on the floor. My wife pulled her skirt down and with my ***** seeping down the inside of her thighs, she hurried off to the bathroom, but not without another drop falling on the floor.

While she was in the bathroom cleaning up her honeypot, I looked for some paper towel in the kitchen to clean the drops of ***** that were on the floor of my co-worker’s office.

The secluded office smelled like sex. If anyone came in at that point, there would be no doubt in their mind what had been going on. I did what I could to remove evidence of our carnal escapade and went back to my desk to check the movie listings. At that point, I didn’t really care what movie I saw. I let my wife pick a chick flick and we walked hand-in-hand to the movie theatre. She had a smile on her face, but I think mine was bigger.

Now, whenever I go into my co-worker’s office to talk to her, I think of that night and try to suppress my smile.

I wonder what she would say if she knew. What would you say?

RandyJollymore RandyJollymore
41-45, M
Feb 10, 2010