Await a visitor

As she noted the time, she began to feel her heart speed up.

She couldn't believe she was doing this again. A part of her felt bad, but another part of her was turned on by how dirty it was.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, she heard a knock on the door which almost made her jump. She looked back at the clock and noted with a wry smile that he was right on time, as usual. She set her coffee down and went to open the door.

Standing there was a tall man in his late 30s. He wore an expensive gray suit, had handsome features, and salt and pepper hair. He stood facing her with a casual demeanor and an expensive briefcase at his side.

"Ms. Matthews," he said in a tone of neutral formality.

"Mr. Davis," she answered back in the same tone. "Won't you come in?"

She stepped to one side and let him pass through the doorway. She had no sooner shut the door and re-engaged the deadbolt before she felt a strong hand on her arm practically spin her around. The words she tried to form died on her lips as the man suddenly pulled her against him and locked his lips onto hers. She let out a satisfied moan as she opened her mouth to his and let their tongues dance around each other. They stood like this for a minute or so before he finally broke the kiss.

"I could kiss you all day, you know that?" he said quietly.

"Then we wouldn't have time for all the other things," she said, grinning up at him.

He met her grin with a devilish one of his own. As he held her even closer to him, he snaked a hand down the small of her back and roughly squeezed her ass through her jeans. She moaned at the feeling.

"I missed you Martin," she said breathally as she slid a hand down to the crotch of his pants to feel the rapidly growing bulge there. "And it looks like you missed me too," she whispered.

Martin Davis was a senior partner at a firm that was as close to her firms biggest rival as it could be. They had met a year earlier during a joint mediation case and had hit it off. At the time, she told herself that they were just friendly colleagues, but about 4 months ago it had escalated into something more. She had gone to his penthouse to drop off some files and get some paperwork that one of his clients was supposed to have signed. She had intended to make it a quick trip. But he had invited her in for a cup of coffee and it seemed rude to say no. At least that's what she had told herself. It didn't take long for months worth of tension to finally boil over. She left his place a few hours later, her legs still shaking from some of the best orgasm she had ever had and told herself that it would never happen again.

Of course, that was a promise she wasn't able to keep. He had shown up at her place a week later under the guise of returning a pen that she had left. She wasn't sure how he knew that Corey or Riley wouldn't be there, but he did, and despite telling herself that she would be good, she had been very bad. Since then, this had become a regular thing. Sometimes she would go to his place, and other times he would come here.

She knew what they were doing was wrong on so many levels. She knew how risky this was and what would happen to her family if this all came out. And she certainly had no intentions of running off with Martin. They had a lot in common and connected somewhat on an emotional level, but she knew this was mainly a physical thing. And she did love her husband Corey very much. But she couldn't deny the way Martin made her feel. It was a passion she hadn't felt in years.

All this passed through her mind in a second as she stared up into Martin's pale blue eyes. He suddenly bent down and kissed her again. The kiss was rougher this time. She could feel herself beginning to get wet. Martin broke the kiss and looked at her seriously.

"So are you going to get your ass in that bedroom or not?"

With a smirk, she took him by the hand and let him to the back of the apartment.

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied.