I had been fantasizing about Reggie for weeks now, ever since we started working together on that project. Our spouses had no idea about the stolen glances, the lingering touches, or the secret text messages we exchanged. Today, however, I decided to take things to the next level.
I texted him, “Meet me at the conference room in five minutes. No one will be there.” I could feel my heart pounding as I waited for him, my pussy already getting wet at the thought of what was about to happen.
Reggie walked in, a smirk on his face as he locked the door behind him. “You naughty girl, what do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
I didn’t answer, instead, I walked over to him and kissed him deeply, our tongues dancing together as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Reggie’s hands found their way under my skirt, his fingers teasing my wet pussy through my lace panties.
“Fuck, Irene, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers sliding inside me as I moaned against his lips.
I reached down and undid his belt, freeing his hard dick from his pants. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, sucking him hard as I looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
“God, your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked him harder.
I could feel his dick getting even harder in my mouth, and I knew he was close to coming. But I wanted him inside me when he did. I stood up and turned around, bending over the conference table as I pulled my panties to the side.
“Fuck me, Reggie,” I begged, looking back at him over my shoulder.
Reggie didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind me and slid his dick inside my wet pussy, filling me up completely. I moaned as he started to thrust, his dick hitting all the right spots.
“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice strained as he fucked me harder.
“Yes, fuck me harder,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around his dick as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm.
Reggie reached around and started to rub my clit, his fingers working me into a frenzy as he continued to fuck me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my pussy tightening around his dick as I screamed out in pleasure.
“I’m coming, Reggie!” I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me as Reggie continued to thrust inside me.
Reggie groaned, his dick throbbing inside me as he came, filling me up with his hot cum. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected as we caught our breath.
“Fuck, Irene, that was amazing,” Reggie said, pulling out of me and tucking himself back into his pants.
I smiled at him, feeling satisfied and exhausted. “It was, wasn’t it?” I said, standing up and adjusting my skirt.
We left the conference room separately, our spouses none the wiser about our secret affair. But I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time Reggie and I would meet up for a little afternoon delight.
“Same time tomorrow?” I texted him later that night, a wicked smile on my face.
“Absolutely,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of our next rendezvous.
As I lay in bed that night, my husband snoring softly beside me, I couldn’t help but touch myself, thinking about Reggie and our secret tryst. I came again, my orgasm quiet but intense, and I knew that this was only the beginning of our affair.
I had been fantasizing about Reggie for weeks now, ever since we started working together on that project. Our spouses had no idea about the stolen glances, the lingering touches, or the secret text messages we exchanged. Today, however, I decided to take things to the next level.
I texted him, “Meet me at the conference room in five minutes. No one will be there.” I could feel my heart pounding as I waited for him, my pussy already getting wet at the thought of what was about to happen.
Reggie walked in, a smirk on his face as he locked the door behind him. “You naughty girl, what do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
I didn’t answer, instead, I walked over to him and kissed him deeply, our tongues dancing together as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Reggie’s hands found their way under my skirt, his fingers teasing my wet pussy through my lace panties.
“Fuck, Irene, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers sliding inside me as I moaned against his lips.
I reached down and undid his belt, freeing his hard dick from his pants. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, sucking him hard as I looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
“God, your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked him harder.
I could feel his dick getting even harder in my mouth, and I knew he was close to coming. But I wanted him inside me when he did. I stood up and turned around, bending over the conference table as I pulled my panties to the side.
“Fuck me, Reggie,” I begged, looking back at him over my shoulder.
Reggie didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind me and slid his dick inside my wet pussy, filling me up completely. I moaned as he started to thrust, his dick hitting all the right spots.
“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice strained as he fucked me harder.
“Yes, fuck me harder,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around his dick as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm.
Reggie reached around and started to rub my clit, his fingers working me into a frenzy as he continued to fuck me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my pussy tightening around his dick as I screamed out in pleasure.
“I’m coming, Reggie!” I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me as Reggie continued to thrust inside me.
Reggie groaned, his dick throbbing inside me as he came, filling me up with his hot cum. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected as we caught our breath.
“Fuck, Irene, that was amazing,” Reggie said, pulling out of me and tucking himself back into his pants.
I smiled at him, feeling satisfied and exhausted. “It was, wasn’t it?” I said, standing up and adjusting my skirt.
We left the conference room separately, our spouses none the wiser about our secret affair. But I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time Reggie and I would meet up for a little afternoon delight.
“Same time tomorrow?” I texted him later that night, a wicked smile on my face.
“Absolutely,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of our next rendezvous.
As I lay in bed that night, my husband snoring softly beside me, I couldn’t help but touch myself, thinking about Reggie and our secret tryst. I came again, my orgasm quiet but intense, and I knew that this was only the beginning of our affair.
