Office quickie

"I wasn't expecting to see you right now." Shepard told Diana, as she drew close to him, her body looking good in a figure-hugging dress.

"Oh?" the brunette girl smiled. "What, the big, important Head Councillor doesn't have time for one of the little people anymore?" she teased.

Shepard responded by throwing an arm around her waist, pulling her close. His hand rested on her tight, juicy ass. The first time he'd fucked it he'd begun to expect what would happen between them would be more than a fling.

"I always have time for you, Diana." Shepard said smoothly, kissing his wife, letting her feel his slowly hardening cock.

Diana cocked an eyebrow, but returned his passionate kiss eagerly.

"For real, we need to talk." the reporter told him. "I found something. Could be big. Like, monumental."

Diana had come to the former Commander a couple of times since he started his new role, saying the same thing. Each time, one of her scoops had led to pretty big developments. Shepard had long since learned to trust her hunches.

"Maybe we can talk... after." Shepard said boldly, his hand pulling down her zipper.

Though Diana clearly had important things to say to him, it had been several days since the couple had had time for an intimate moment.

Diana readily stripped out of her alluring dress, standing before Shepard in nothing but a black bra, panties and heels.

As Shepard stared down at her tight, half-naked body, he was reminded how the reporter had gained such a passionate following, and how he had ended up following her into her bed.

"Is this for me?" Diana asked, fingers tracing over the hardening bulge in Shepard's pants.

"Of course." Shepard said. Though their relationship wasn't strictly exclusive, it was a well known fact that ultimately, Shepard's cock had his wife's name on it.

"Shepard." Diana grinned, pushing him back onto his office chair and freeing his cock. "You know exactly what to say to a girl."

"I still can't believe you call me Shepard." the Spectre chuckled. "You're a Shepard now, part of the family."

"Of course." Diana responded. "But be real, me, Jane, Damieon, we're Shepards. You're The Shepard."

With that, Diana got to work sucking on him. Shepard had to admit, much as he tried to avoid developing an ego, despite his unparreleled accomplishments, part of him liked that. That a kid from one of Earth's roughest slums had attained galaxy-wide fame and respect.

She swirled her tongue around his tip, used her hands to tease and pleasure his shaft and balls. Diana definitely knew what she was doing.

He sat there for several minutes, looking down at his wife, enjoying the skilled way she worked his cock.

Suddenly, the console on his desk began to beep, with an urgent call request. Diana paused in her blowjob, but didn't so much as take her mouth off her lover's prick.

"I should probably take this." Shepard said, hitting the "accept" button.

A fraction of a second later, a hologram projected into the center of the office. It was Hope, Shepard's assistant. She was a goodlooking African woman, barely into her twenties, with a elegantly-styled hairdo of thin dreads and a short-hemmed sleeveless dress.

"Councillor, good, you responded." Hope sighed with relief. Despite the compromising situation Shepard and Diana were in, Hope could see nothing. The holo projector mounted on Shepard's desk meant he was only appearing from the waist up. The marine did his best to appear professional, despite still having his cock engulfed in Diana's mouth.

"Due to scheduling conflicts, the council holo-meeting's been brought up. It should begin in five minutes, not an hour." Hope told him, straightening her thick-framed glasses.

"Thank you, Hope." Shepard said, trying to maintain a level tone, even as Diana cheekily continued sucking him.

"She's cute." Diana gasped, coming up for air once Hope had ended the call. "We should invite her in here."

John and Diana were no stranger to double-teaming women. Like most human women of the 22nd century, Diana was bisexual. Every other week, she'd bring one of her asari colleagues from the media back to Shepard's apartment. The three of them would embrace and fuck all night. Funnily enough, the other journalist's coverage of Shepard's leadership usually got a lot more positive after that.

But Shepard had a choice, now. The meeting was about to begin, and his cock was still buried in Diana's throat.