Monday Evening

Sandra sat in her car looking at the front of Chris’s apartment. “What am I doing here? It isn’t like he can go to HR or anything like that. I didn't see where he had any proof that I did anything wrong. I could go home to my husband and nothing would change.” She looks in the rear-view mirror and feels the thrill of being wanted by another man and the naughtiness of it. She refreshes her lipstick before strutting up to his front door.

She could see that Chris was a little surprised that she was at his door. Not giving him time to react, she gently puts her hand on his chest and pushes him into his apartment. Once she can close the door, she drops to her knees and smiles up at him as she opens his pants. Taking his semi-erect cock in her mouth, she sucks gently, loving the way it grows and fills her mouth. She let him put his hands on her head and hold her, forcing her to take him deep.

Looking up at him with her mouth full of cock, the head pressing against the entrance of her throat, Sandra quickly strips off her blouse and bra. She grabs his hips and forces his cock into her throat, gagging on it and making her eyes water. He lets go of her head and she pulls back, feeling drool ooze down her chin. Holding on to his cock, she spits on it before taking it back into her mouth. She continued to give him a wet, sloppy blowjob. She could feel herself getting wet and had to restrain herself from pulling up her skirt and rubbing her clit.

When she can’t stand it anymore, she lets his spit-covered cock slip from her mouth and stands up. Not saying a word, she pushes him back to his sofa and watches as he sits down hard. With a smirk, she hikes up her skirt around her waist. It was like her bare pussy was a magnet for his eyes. “I haven’t worn panties since you caught me at lunch.” She runs her hand over her labia, spreading them for him. “They were too wet from all the naughty thoughts I had all morning.”

She steps forward and straddles his lap. Taking his still slick cock in her hand, she stares into his eyes as she lowers herself. Her eyes roll back into her head as the head of his cock penetrates her. Not stopping until she seats herself fully on his cock, she grinds her hips, savoring the way it fills her and stretches her slightly. Leaning in, she kisses him passionately as she rides his cock. “Oh yes, Chris. I needed a big, hard cock in me all day.”

He cups her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “I really want to open that car door and shove my cock in your mouth, but I knew that someone would see.”

Sandra fucks herself harder. “Pinch them harder, lover.” She kisses him and whimpers as he pinches her nipples hard. “Did seeing me finger my cunt in the parking lot like a slut make your cock hard?”

“Oh, gawd yes. I almost went to the bathroom to jerk off, but I thought I would send you the message instead.”

Sandra slams herself down on his cock and grinds against him to provide some much needed friction to her clit. “Oh… oh. I almost didn’t come in, but I needed a hard cock in me.” She digs her fingers into his shoulders as she fucks his cock hard, the slapping of their body filling the room. “Damn, your cock feels so fucking good in my cunt.”

Chris grabs her hips as his head rolls back. The feel of her tight pussy on his cock is driving him closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum. I’m so close.”

Sandra grabs his hair and forces him to look into her eyes. “Cum in me. Fill me with your cum.” She leans in and kisses him hard as she feels his cock pulse in her. As the first spurt of cum splashes inside her, she screams through the kiss, her body convulsing in orgasmic bliss. As the last waves of her orgasm ripple through her limbs, she settles down on his still erect cock. “Thank you, thank you. I needed that so badly.” Sandra rests her head on his shoulder and gently licks the sweat from his skin.

Chris gently strokes her sweat-covered back. “That was amazing.”

“Mmm. Yes, it was. Best orgasm of the week.”

“Do you need to get home? I’m not kicking you out, but I’m not sure what your husband will think if you come home smelling of sex.”

Sandra smiles at him. “Don’t worry about my husband or what he thinks. But, yes I should go home.” She shifts on his slowly shrinking cock. “There is something I need to take care of first though.” Sandra carefully stands, placing a hand over her pussy to catch any drips before kneeling before her lover. With slow, deliberate laps of her tongue, she licks their cum from him. “You taste so good.”

With her skirt pulled down, blouse on and bra in her purse, she kissed Chris one last time before heading home, his cum slowly oozing from her sated pussy.