Chris comes over

“He says he will come over and be here in a couple of hours. I’m going to run to the store real quick to get some snacks and drinks.”

“OK. Do you expect to be back before he gets here?”

“Yeah. I won’t be gone but for a few minutes.”

While shopping, she goes over in her head how this could have turned out much better and worse. She was really hoping to fuck Chris. She wanted a cock in her, but that doesn’t look like it is happening today. Even though she knew it would be cruel, she was debating making her husband beg and plead to be released, just so she could deny him.

She is settling on the sofa when the doorbell rings. Feeling giddy and nervous, she answers the door. Chris smiles down at her wearing a t-shirt, sweatpants and sneakers. Not overly impressed with his outfit, she still wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. “I’m glad you could come over.”

“I’m glad that you would have me over.” He leans in and whispers, “But hosting could have been a lot more fun.”

Sandra squirms against him. She bites her bottom lip and just nods in response. She walks him back to her husband's office and introduces them to each other. ‘Why am I feeling like a teenager again? It seems like I'm introducing my boyfriend to my father.’ After a bit of tense small talk, Sandra and Chris go to the living room to sit and watch movies.

They started sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, but slowly drifted closer as they discussed the movie and got snacks. By the second movie, when Josh came out to get lunch, they were sitting side-by-side, almost touching. Josh stops on his way back to his office, and asks about the movies, and makes a little more small talk.

Knowing that her husband won’t be back for a bit, Sandra leans over to Chris and gives him a kiss on the cheek. He looks at her and then where her husband disappeared to with shock and fear. Conspiratorially, she whispers, “He won’t be back through for a while. It will take him at least an hour to eat.”

“What if he catches us?”

“I’m sure he won’t. Unless…” She leans in closer and puts her hand on his thigh. “You were thinking of bending me over the sofa and fucking me with your big, hard cock.”

Chris blushes as the image flashes through his mind. “No. I wasn’t even expecting us to kiss since he was here.”

She looks down the hallway. “Yes. That limits the things we can do.” She looks up into his eyes. “OK. I’ll behave.” She removes her hand from his thigh and settles into the sofa.

Chris goes to use the restroom and passes Josh’s office. On his way back, he looks in and sees that the food is half touched and that the other man was too deep into whatever he was doing to even notice someone passing by. He sits on the sofa next to Sandra, casually draping an arm over the back.

Sandra leans against him and sighs deeply, taking in his scent. Chris looks down the hall and lets his arm fall over her shoulder.

“This is nice. Are you OK with it?”, Sandra murmurs.

He gives her a slight squeeze in response.

Josh takes his dirty lunch dishes out to the kitchen. Stepping out of the hallway and sees them snuggled on the sofa. He can see her head resting against him, and his arm draped over the sofa. He was about to say something, then realized his cock was straining in his cage.

Chris’s arm slips down, his hand resting on her breast. She smiles and snuggles closer. He lifts his hand, but she places her hand on his for a brief second.

Josh watches as the other man’s arm slips. The thought of his hand on her breast almost makes him moan. He wonders exactly what is happening as he sees the other man’s arm lift, and then stop as his wife snuggles closer to him. He ducked back as the image of his wife getting close to her co-worker burned in his brain.

Josh went back to his desk, both wanting to go out and separate them, as well as jerk off imagining his wife servicing their guest.

Sandra leans up and kisses Chris as the movie ends. “Queue the next one up. I’m going to go check on my husband.” Getting a fresh drink, she heads back to the office. “How are you doing, dear?”

Josh looks at her, trying not to focus on the slightly erect nipple. “It is going well. I’m making some progress. How are the movies?”

Sandra sets down the drink and picks up his dirty dishes. “It is entertaining. I like the storyline.” She leans down and kisses him softly.

He kisses back, his hand sliding up and down the back of her thigh. He forces himself to stop, just shy of her butt. “Well, I’m going to be here for a while. I don’t see where I’ll be able to get away from this for a while. I hope you enjoy the movies.”

She kisses him again and looks deep into his eyes. “I can send him home, if you want.”

He smiles up at her. “No. Please enjoy yourself and take good care of our guest.”

She kisses him one last time before leaving the office.

She sits on the sofa, snuggling against Chris. “He seems quite busy back there and said he won’t be able to join us.” She smiles up at him and gives him a small peck on the lips.

Chris kisses her back, his hand going up to cup her cheek.

Sandra deepens the kiss, her hand resting on his chest. They break the kiss and restart the movie. Sandra snuggles in to him and he rests his arm over her shoulder, his hand gently cupping a breast.

Chris kneads the breast gently and Sandra lets out a soft moan. Emboldened, he gives it a firmer squeeze and feels her nipple tighten against his palm. “Like that, do you?”

“Mmm hmm. You can be firmer. I don’t break easily.” She gasps as his fingers find her hardening nipple and pinches it firmly. “Oh, my. You naughty, naughty boy. And what would you do if Josh caught you doing that?”

“I don’t know. I’m hoping it never comes to that.”

She slides her hand up his leg, her fingers gently caressing the bulge in his sweatpants. “He would probably be more upset if he found me doing this.”

Chris groans and then looks over his shoulder towards the hall. “We should be careful and quiet.”

Sandra giggles and whispers in his ear. “What, you don’t want daddy to come out and catch the teenagers fooling around?” He chortles. She looks at the hallway entrance and bites her bottom lip. “I know one way to keep you quiet.” She straddles his lap, pulls up her shirt, and presses his face between her breasts.

Stunned, he freezes for a second, but then wraps his arms around her, kissing and licking her breasts.

Sandra bites her bottom lip and mutes her whimper as she grinds against his hardening cock. Giving him several minutes to lick, suck, and nibble on her breasts, she watches for her husband, and keeps an ear out for him moving around. She tears herself away from him and pulls her shirt back down, after giving him a moment to stare at them. “Oh gawd, that felt good.” She runs a finger along his covered erection. “I take it you liked that, too.”

“You are a naughty little tease.”

She grins at him. “And what makes you think that I'm a tease?”

“Cause you are getting me all worked up and there is nothing we can do to relieve it.”

Sandra slips her hand into his sweatpants and wraps her hand around his cock, squeezing it slightly. “I’m sure that there is something that we can figure out to relieve all the stress. The question is, can you be quiet enough for it?” She gently strokes his cock. “What do you think? Think we can take care of this quietly?”

Chris looks over his shoulder, swallowing. Thinking more with his cock than his head, he nods.

Sandra kisses him as her hand starts to slowly work its way up and down his full shaft. “Don’t worry lover, I’ll take care of everything for you.” She pulls down the waistband, exposing his cock and balls, giving her hand more freedom to move. “Let me know if you need it faster, slower, or firmer. Also, let me know when you are close so that we can minimize cleanup.”

She leans against him, acting like she is watching the movie, but is focused on her hand sliding up and down his cock, twisting her hand around the shaft as she strokes it.

Chris drapes his arm over her shoulder, his hand immediately cupping and squeezing her boob, wishing that the t-shirt wasn’t covering it. “A little faster and firmer, please.”

Sandra grips him harder and increases the tempo of her stroking and is rewarded by a soft groan of pleasure. “That’s it baby, let me take care of everything for you. Just sit back and relax.” She strokes his cock, enjoying the warmth and the squishy hardness, wanting so desperately to feel it inside her, stretching her. Shortly she could feel it swelling and pulsing in her hand.

Josh couldn't resist anymore. He was being too distracted by imagining what may be going on in the other room. He quietly got up and walked to the end of the hallway, peeking around the corner, trying to hide as much as possible.

“Ugh. I’m getting close.”

She smiles up at him, switching from her hand to just two fingers. “I could tell. I could feel you getting closer to that edge. Are you ready to cum for me? Are you ready to shoot a big, thick load for me?”

Chris thrust against her fingers, trying to get more friction, more than anything. “Yes, please yes.”

Sandra was going to chastise him for how loud he responded, but knew that he wouldn’t really hear her. She bends over and takes the head of his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the bulbous, sensitive glans as her hand resumes its stroking.

Chris grips the sofa hard and throws his head back, his eyes closed, as he plummets over the edge, doing his best to stifle his orgasmic moan.

Sandra eagerly sucks and swallows his cum as she pumps him hard and fast.

Josh almost gasps as he watches his wife’s head disappear and their guest, her lover’s head slump back. He knew he should be madder than he was, but he was incredibly horny and was wondering what it would be like to see her lips wrapped around the other man’s cock. He slips back to his office and tries to masturbate and cum, but can’t get the right friction with the chastity device on.

Sandra smiles up at Chris. “See, no mess at all.” She kisses the softening cock. “And your tension seems to be subsiding.” She sits up and whispers in his ear. “I really wish I could have felt you cumming in me. I’m so fucking wet right now.” She lifts a knee up. “Want to feel?”

Chris slides his hand under her skirt, feeling the heat and humidity before finding her bare, wet pussy. His finger slides into her easily.

Sandra can’t suppress the moan, and looks at the hallway as she grinds on to his finger. “I almost straddled you so that you would cum in me, but then cleanup is a bit more difficult.”

Chris grabs her head and pulls her in for a deep kiss as he shoves two fingers into her and puts pressure on her clit with his thumb.

Sandra moans into the kiss and grinds on the fingers as she feels an orgasm coming quickly. She wraps her arms around his neck and pushes her tongue in his mouth, forgetting about everything and focusing on the fire that is about to erupt in her.

Chris positioned his fingers as he rubs her clit, wanting to give her the same pleasure she gave him.

Sandra bites back a scream and collapses on Chris panting.

Chris pulls his fingers out of her and sucks them clean. “I hope we didn’t disturb your husband.”

Sandra kisses him hard, tasting herself on his lips. “I almost don’t care right now.”

They turn their attention back to the movie and straighten out their clothes.

Josh gives them several minutes and then makes a little extra noise before heading out of his office. When he exits the hallway, they are sitting slightly apart. “How’s the movie marathon?”

Sandra looks back at him, hoping that she isn’t still flushed. “It is going well. I honestly wasn’t expecting to be entertained by it.”

Josh walks over to them, the smell of sex still lingering, and gives her a kiss. He can taste a slight hint of her pussy, as well as possibly something else. “I’m glad. I needed more to drink, and I didn't want to disturb you two.” He can’t help but to glance at the other man’s crotch as he heads to the kitchen.

Chris barely lets the man walk from the sofa when he places his hand on Sandra’s leg and tries to slide it up her skirt.

Sandra grabs his wrist and stops him, but she really wants to feel him in her again. She gives him a withering look.

He grins like a schoolboy, blows her a kiss and winks.

On his way back, Josh gives her another kiss and notices her nipples pushing against the t-shirt. “Well, I need to get back to work. Enjoy the movies.”

Chris looks at his watch. “We may only have time for one more before I need to leave.”

Josh heads back to his office, stopping just past the hallway entrance, wondering what they may get up to next and if he could find a way to watch them.

Once her husband was out of the room, Sandra swatted Chris’s hand. “Are you trying to get caught?”

He leans over and kisses her, one hand cupping a breast. “By the look of your nipples, it looks like you enjoyed the danger of getting caught a bit as well.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon kissing, teasing, and snuggling.