Invokes HR

"I understand you want to keep your reputation," she said, still stroking. She hiked up the bottom of her dress and sat down in my lap, grinding her panties against my leg and placing the glass of wine on my desk. She was... heavy. I started to worry about getting trapped. "But if you and I come to an agreement, I won't tell until you're ready. And besides, I think that's fair payback for me keeping quiet about something else, too."

I looked at her confused. "Keeping quiet about what?"

"About my boss jerking off to pictures of me in a bikini at the office, of course. That would be pretty bad for your reputation too if it got out, right?"

Fuck. She was going to tell HR. I was screwed. Even if I could convince them that I wasn't looking at Stacey, which seemed tricky, watching porn at work wasn't exactly an approved behavior either.

But still, I couldn't cheat... Right? "I'm sorry, Stacey," I said after some pause. "I really can't cheat on Jane. No matter what."

She looked at me, almost slightly angry. "We're just two people who want each other physically," she retorted. "There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, if you're so intent on not fucking me, even though we both know we want to, we can make each other feel good without actual sex." She was pouting as she continued to jerk me off and grind on my leg. Was this anger or desperation? Both?

"...No penetration?" I ventured. Fuck me.

She smiled wolfishly. "If you insist."

She turned towards me and leaned forward, pressing her massive rack — and stomach — against me. She pressed her open lips against mine, and I started noticing how soft they were. Pillowy, like her ass, which despite her weight felt in some ways good in my lap. Maybe the handjob was giving me some degree of Stockholm syndrome; her lips and her ass felt good, although not enough to make me want this. She slipped her tongue inside and made out with me for a bit, somewhat against my will, although I felt bound to not completely dead-fish her since we had an agreement. And it wasn't a bad kiss, really. A good one, even, if it had been with someone I'd wanted. Finally she pulled back.

"Make me cum, and I'll make you cum. And then everything about this can be our little secret."