Julia, the 42 year old unhappy wife

My eyes catch on a flash of red curls, and I feel something stirring inside. Sally’s hug was nice, but there’s one person in the office who can top her. The owner of those distracting red curls, standing just a few rows away, completely unaware of how her day is about to go.

“Hey Sally, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go say good morning to Julia.”

Sally’s grin widens knowingly and her eyes twinkle with just a hint of jealousy. There’s nothing even remotely exclusive about our relationship, but Sally does tease me quite sharply about how often I flirt with our married coworker. “Well, I’m sure she’ll be delighted to see you. Have fun, slut!”

I playfully punch her shoulder as I walk away. As I get close to Julia’s desk, she notices me and her face immediately lights up. She looks fantastic as always, her casual blouse and jeans doing nothing to hide her soft curves, and when she smiles her mature beauty transcends into something sublime. “Kellan! I hope you’re here to give me my hug.” She gives me an exaggerated pout, and I can’t help but imagine how soft her lips would feel against mine. “I haven’t had a good hug all weekend!”

I stop myself before asking about her husband, and instead just give her a wide smile and open arms. She folds herself into my embrace, pressing her generous chest against mine, her arms coming around my lower back as mine encircle her shoulders. Her curly hair tickles my nose as we squeeze each other, and I feel something different in her hug today. Something hungry, ****, like she’s clinging to a raft in a desolate ocean. When she pulls away I see something in her warm brown eyes. Just for a moment before it’s smothered with a smile, but it almost looked like a plea. For help, for rescue, for something she can’t find at home. I can feel it in the way her arms are **** to release me. She needs me. Maybe this is why I decided to be a man today.

“Thanks, Julia. I was missing your hugs, too.” I give her my warmest grin.

Her eyes flick down to my neck, and she gets a rueful look in her eyes. “Mmm, yeah. Looks like you were real lonely over the weekend.”

I chuckle and give her shoulders a squeeze, which makes her sigh. I keep my voice low so only she can hear. “I’m seldom lonely, but that doesn’t mean I can’t wish I was with someone else.” We finally let our arms slip away from each other, both of us unconsciously realizing we were pushing the limits of friendly coworker territory. “Can I drag you to the breakroom with me? I’m gonna get some tea and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather talk to this morning.”

She tenses for just a moment, and her eyes search my face. “Oh I’d love to, Kellan, but I’ll have to get a rain check. My manager really needs me to sort out our records in the storage room. If I put that off any longer she’ll have my ass. Thanks for the hug.” She gives me a sad smile and locks her computer before walking away.

Storage room? This is almost too easy. “Thank you, Julia.” I give her a wink. “Have fun sorting records.”

I wait until she’s walked out of sight down the hall, then I look over at Sally and smile. She laughs and gives me an exaggerated eye roll as I slowly begin to follow Julia to the storage room. I wait outside the door for a moment, both to let her get settled and to make sure no one followed, and then I tap my employee ID against the security pad and open the door.

“Oh! Kellan!” Julia spins around next to a waist-high stack of boxes. “I… did you… did you need something?”

“Just some more time with you.” I slowly approach her, and she leans back, her hands on the top of the stack for support. “What about you, Julia? What do you need?”

She looks down and to the side as color rises in her cheeks. Her breasts heave in her blouse as her breathing quickens. “Me? I… Kellan… I need… I need to get to work.”

I’m right in front of her now, her heavy breaths tickling my beard. I gently cup her chin with my fingertips and lift her face so she has to look at me. Her eyes finally meet mine, her lips parted. “Then tell me to go, and I’ll leave you to your work. If that’s what you really want.”

“Kellan…”

“What do you want, Julia?”

In response she closes her eyes, and lifts her face ever so slightly. I follow her movement, my hand on her chin moving up to cup her soft warm cheek as my lips meet hers. She pulls in a sharp breath through her nose as I taste her with my gentle tongue. A soft moan enters my mouth from hers as my hand on her cheek moves to the back of her head. Her soft moan becomes a whimper as my other hand grabs her hip to pull her tight against me, pressing her soft body against my firm muscles.

Our kiss deepens, tongues dancing, her hands finally let go of the boxes and grasp my back, pulling me even closer. I make sure she feels the hunger in my touch, the animal need in my kiss as my teeth gently nip her soft lips. My hardness presses against her, just above the growing heat from her mound, and I feel her tremble. I pull away from our kiss to whisper in her ear. “Do you feel that, Julia? Do you feel how hard you make me? I need you, Julia. I need to feel you more.”

My hand on the back of her head gently grasps her hair and pulls, her soft cry becoming a sweet moan as I kiss and suck at her exposed neck. My other hand finds the fly of her jeans and slowly undoes the button, lowers the zipper, and slips inside. I stay over her cotton panties, my long middle finger pressing the fabric into the steamy heat of her sex, gently rubbing up and down. Her juices soak through the soft material, and I quickly establish a steady rhythm, up against the stiff button of her clit, down and in between her swollen lips.

Her soft moans in my ear become louder and louder, and I finally pull my lips away from her neck to look her in the eyes, my hand still working her pussy. Her face is twisted in agonizing ecstasy, her mouth breathlessly forming the word “Kellan… Kellan…”

“Do you want more, Julia?”

She barely manages a whisper. “...please…”

I grab her firmly by the hips and lift her until she’s sitting on the stack of boxes, then I slip my hands down to shimmy her jeans just a few inches down off her waist. She looks slightly confused, as if she were expecting more, and I kiss her hard. Then I lower my head down to bite her neck, nibble her breasts through her blouse, kiss my way down her soft belly, and when I reach her crotch still covered by her jeans I drop to my knees, lift her legs up and to the side, and dive in to her suddenly exposed snatch.

“Oh KELLAN!” She claps a hand over her mouth and squeals as my tongue wriggles inside her hot crevice. Good god she is delicious. If she were mine my head would be between her thighs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Twice for dessert. I feel her start to shake as I use a hand to lift one juicy cheek so I can get clear access to her clit, my tongue dancing over it and drawing out an orgasm. I relish in the flood of juices, lapping them up and swallowing eagerly.

I stand, looking down at her as she stares at me, flushed, breathless, wordlessly asking me to keep going. She looks down as I unzip my jeans and allow my aching cock to slip free. Her eyes find mine again and she gives me the smallest of nods. I use one hand to lift her cheek again and the other to hold myself steady as I slowly enter her welcoming wetness. Her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open as I fill her, my cock fully enveloped inside her silky passage, stretching it out even as it grips me so wonderfully tight. She really did need this.

I stay there for a moment, holding my lower half still as my hands move on her body. I caress her ass, pull her heaving mounds free of her blouse and bra, stroke her beautiful face. Two fingers push inside her panting mouth and she sucks on them, her tongue moving and I can’t help but moan. I take my fingers, slick with her spit, and begin to tease one stiff nipple, making her moan in turn. And then, I start to move.

At first, I’m slow. So, so slow. I savor the feeling of her slick walls caressing my hardness, and I can see in her face she’s savoring the way my length fills and stretches her. I pause briefly at the beginning and end of each stroke. After filling her I gently gyrate, my pubic hair scratching against the smooth soft skin of her ass, and when I’m nearly all the way out I take an extra moment to let her feel the emptiness, waiting until her eyes beg for me again before giving her what she wants.

I’m going faster now, still maintaining a steady rhythm but increasing in pace and intensity. My hand is still on her breast, but now I’m gripping instead of caressing, squeezing instead of teasing, her soft flesh spilling out between my fingers as I show her what it feels like when a man can’t help himself, can’t stop himself from touching her, taking her. She squeezes her eyes shut, and my other hand goes to the back of her head and pulls her hair, making her eyes shoot open and look straight into mine.

“Oh Kellan oh fuck please please please yes yes yesyesyesyesyesYES!” Her voice rises in pitch as she runs out of breath, the final YES a **** squeak. Her eyes close again as I feel her pussy squeeze around me. She’s so close, and so am I. Her pussy is so fucking good. I can’t stop. I can’t help myself. I finally let go and start slamming into her, not too fast or too hard, but strong enough that she feels the instinctual need in my body. Something older than thought has taken over both of us. I’ve brought out the primal woman in her, and she’s brought out the primal man in me, and we’re about to do what men and women have done since the dawn of time.

Her body shudders, knowing what’s coming. Her eyes open in awe as an elemental orgasm quakes through her, and she pulls in a mighty breath. I lean down and cover her mouth with mine to catch her scream, and the pulsing heat of her pussy is finally too much for me to resist and I burst inside of her. I continue pumping through our shared climax, flooding every inch of her femininity with my masculine essence until we’re both too exhausted to move anymore.

I finally break the kiss and drop to my knees again, tasting our shared fluid and laughing in pure joy. I tear myself away from the creamy feast I’ve made and peek up over the curve of her ass to see her staring down at me in disbelief. She pants, trying to catch her breath. “Kellan… Kellan… I…”

I kiss and nibble at her hip. “Hmmm?”

“I’m not on birth control, Kellan.”