Putting in the hours

It was funny how fast something something so strange and different became the new normal.

Maybe it was because we were already used to this brand of teasing and excitment? Whatever the case, I was happy our new arrangement was playing out smoothly. It was too easy for situations like this to get out of hand, for one party to take things to far, but I trusted Olivia.

The whole thing seemed to be filling her with boundless energy, or maybe it was more true to say that a weight had been lifted off her? Before she came home too tired to fool around or even talk much, but now? Now the only thing she wanted to do when she got home was strip me down and tell me about her day!

Monday night was when she was at her wildest. She burst into our apartment with her shirt half off, one hand gripped tight onto her breast while the other wrangled her skirt off.

Before I even had a chance to turn my movie off she had pounced on me. Hands running over my body while she grinded against my leg. With no prodding needed at all she started going into detail about her day. About how she teased them and how they treated her.

She'd worn a thin white top and conveniently 'forgot' her bra today. She didn't go into it put I was pretty sure the top wasn't see through, but her nipples definitely would have been poking out all day!

Apparently, this being Deacon's first day, she focused her attention on him. She talked about rubbing his shoulders to help him relax, bening over in front of him so he'd get just a flash of her ass, and how he eventually got brave enough to spank her as she walked by!

The details of her teasing alone were enough to get me hard, but she didn't just leave it at that. She kept me pinned down on the couch, mouth constantly assaulting my face as she pulled my cock and and jerked me off.

Her tongue down my throat and her hand teasing my cock did make it a little hard to follow alone with the stories, but I couldn't care in the slightest.

For instance, she said something about sitting under Deacon's desk while he took an important call. With her stopping every word to make out or bite my neck I didn't get what was going on, but maybe she bent over to show him her ass a little? I couldn't think of what else she would be doing under his desk.

It didn't matter though. She was bring honest and open, and God damn was it making us both so horny. When we did this kind of stuff before, it had always been with me watching. I'd see her tease some guy a little and then we'd go home and fuck. But now Olivia was having to tell and explain everything to me, and it was turning out to be a huge turn in for her!

We came together, lying on top of one another, before she even got to what happened a lunchtime. We had both wanted to go longer and actually fuck, but the whole thing was so new and exciting. A rekindled spark in the relationship that quickly burned to a blazing inferno.

Tuesday still had that same energy, but this time she couldn't wait to get home. Right before lunch Carol showed up at my desk, a coy smile on her face, telling me Olivia needed me in her office.

Walking in Olivia grabbed me by the tie and threw me down between her legs. She held me there, begging me to eat her out. I between the gasps and moans she explained that she needed me to get her ready. That her bosses were going to give her a performance review and she needed to be 'ready for the pounding she was about to take'.

The double entendre really turned me on. Turning the idea of her bosses getting mad at her into them ruthlessly fucking her. I played into the fantasy, calling her a slut for sleeping her way to the top and a whore for liking it so much. Saying that seemed to set her off more than my tongue had, her thighs crushing my head as I brought her to orgasm.

When I left she thanked me for the help and told me she would make sure they all used protection. The casual, matter of fact way she said it making my body tense up. I wanted to just run to the bathroom and jerk off right there , but I waited. Hoping she'd get home early and we could continue from last night.

She stayed later though. Probably stuck at that performance meeting with the bosses. They always seemed to like running those things late into the nights.

Wednesday morning she was already gone by the time I was up, but she did leave something behind for me.

A note on the bedside table, that read.

"Thanks for loosening me up for the big meeting babe! Have to head out early to give Franz a ride before work, but wanted you to know I love you. And that I kept my promise... check in your first draw! ;)"

And there, in the top draw of my bedside table was the proof. Thirty, or maybe fourty condom wrappers, all ripped open and empty. I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. As if that group of old men could ever get close to getting through this many condoms! And the sizes of them all? She really committed to the bit by making them all XL sizes, way larger than normal.

But as exciting as it all had been, eventually whats new has to become normal. Wednesday night she has to stay back late and I didn't see her at all, and then Thursday night she came home to exhausted to do anything but sleep.

I managed to get a few words out of her before she crawled up next to me and passed out. Something about a bunch of new interns and a train? I think maybe she had to travel out to go see and interview them all, because she mention her ass hurting a little. Probably from having to sit in shitty public transit and whatever sear then had at her destination.

Overall it was hard not to get a little disappointed. I shouldn't have expected much to change when, apart from her being more open, nothing really had. If I wanted things to change, to get to see more of my wife, I couldn't sit around and wait for it.

I needed to take action.