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"So you crush on married guys?" you asked.

"Well," stammered Alex, she took a long sip of her wine.

"We've worked together for what, seven years?" you asked, "you never once thought about me that way?"

Alex blushed hard answering your question, "what about me?" asked Alex after a moment, "I've seen the picture of your wife you've got on your desk and she's, well so thin and pretty, have you ever looked at me?"

"Yes," you admitted, "I have."

"I have too," she said the space between the two of you shrinking, "if you were," she paused, "if I was ever lucky enough to have a guy like you." Her eyes dropped down to where you were pitching a tent, "can I see it again?"

You nodded and she somewhat clumsily unzipped you and undid your belt. With a little help you pulled your pants and boxers down letting your rock hard cock spring free.

"Wow," she gasped instinctively reaching out to touch you before stopping herself, "can I touch it?"

"Of course," you said.

She wrapped her soft hand around you and stroked softly, "I knew you'd have a since one," she said, "let me help you relax."

She started to stroke you slowly and deliberately, her eyes fixed on your cock, Whitney gave you handjobs every so often and you considered them an under appreciated art. You let her work for a while, Alex seeming to enjoy it almost as much as you were.

"Can I see you?"

"You want to see me naked?" asked Alex.

She shrugged off her pink cardigan and held her arms up letting you pull off her black tee revealing a black bra supporting her large tits. Nervously Alex undid her bra and let it fall away giving you an amazing look at her large tits.

"Holy shit," you said wanting desperately to touch her.

"You can touch me," said Alex.

You leaned in, your lips hovering near hers, "but can I kiss you?"

"Yes," she gasped before your mouths collided, your tongue was in her mouth in a second, you grasped her tits and squeezed unable to contain them with your hands.

You hurriedly rid each other of your remaining clothes, your lips only parting if absolutely necessary.

"I'm gonna suck you off," she said finally pulling away as she dropped to her knees, you leaned back on the couch.

She took you into her mouth her tongue circling your head before taking you further in. Alex was pretty good at what she was doing but Whitney was a champ, even so you were enjoying Alex bobbing her head on your cock, one hand rubbing your balls, her other stroking what she couldn't manage.

"If you're really stressed," said Alex, "you could you know?"

"Say it Alex," you said, "it's so much hotter when the woman says explicitly what she wants."

"Fuck my face," she said.

"I would love to," you said as she took you back in her mouth.

Her dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail and you grabbed it with both hands and held her steady as you worked up into her mouth. Alex seemed initially caught of guard but soon was letting you steer her as your cock pummeled the back of her mouth. You held her down, her throat not opening for you.

"Swallow me," you commanded.

With a little effort you soon felt her throat take you in and you groaned in satisfaction, "good girl."

You worked her throat on you and finally let her up as she gasped and tried not to puke.

"Holy shit," she gasped, "I didn't know I could do that."

"You did so well, " you said as she smiled.

She took you back in forcing your cock into her throat as she worked you, your hand on the back of her head using your work wife's mouth to bring yourself to edge.

"Fuck Alex I'm gonna cum," you groaned.

"Give it to me," she said stroking you with both hands, "I wanna taste it."

In a flash you were back in her mouth and with a little effort you soon flooded her mouth. Alex took a moment to swallow your load and collect herself and a rush of emotion hit you.