All Work and No Play

The days on her own at work were long and boring, and she so desperately missed the feel of a man against her skin. Of course, there were men all around her that would keep some women occupied, filling their fantasies and daydreams, but they weren’t Donna’s husband, so she didn’t care. Felix was a man, a real man. The only guy who was strong and dominant enough to fill her up, fuck her hard and fast, someone who wouldn’t stop until the both of them were empty and without an ounce of energy left within them. He was a sweet and a kind husband too, sometimes she felt she’d won the jackpot, that she’d somehow managed to do the impossible and marry the perfect man. Of course, it couldn’t be true, but in a way, it was. He was everything she’d ever wanted, and yet it had been so difficult recently to try to get some time alone with them. With both of them making new promotions simultaneously, it was getting impossible to be able to plan date nights and sleepy mornings in, or even just weekends away from the computer, without suddenly being interrupted and having to leave home in a rush. She wanted him so badly, but the last time they had been intimate was a worryingly long time ago, and she was beginning to grow afraid of what it could mean for their future. She needed to feel wanted by her husband, but she knew she also needed to show him just how wanted he was too. She had seen too many couples fail to do that a few years into their marriage, and had been witness to the chaos that had then ensued. They wouldn’t be like that, she had decided. She wouldn’t let it happen.

She had never thought of being with someone else after meeting Felix. They had a great relationship, and she loved him a lot, feeling that her entire soul belonged entirely to him. He was the only person she could ever see herself falling in love with, and she would never do anything to endanger that. She didn’t need to when he had always given her everything she had ever needed - his eyes hungering over her curves, the easy daily flirtations, how effortless it was to make them want each other. Sometimes her pussy throbbed when she saw him or when her eyes glanced over the picture of him at her desk, imagining the way her could pick her up and carry her wherever she wanted at the end of the night, that he could do to her whatever he wanted. It was time she stopped these fantasies and made the time for her husband, she decided. And is there really any time better than the present?

She was thankful that she had found some time in her lunch break the day before to get herself a bit more pruned and looked after than usual, deciding to spare no expense to make sure she felt at her hottest and most confident. Her hair was long and glossy, falling down beyond her shoulders, and her nails were long and manicured, painting pink to match the tight G-string she knew she would wear underneath her clothes. He had always liked seeing her get ready in the morning, but due to the late nights she had been having because of work, she had often taken to sleeping in after he had already left for his early meetings. She couldn’t think of the last time he had seen her get dressed for the morning, and immediately felt guilty at the realization.

Felix was in the shower when she peeked her eyes open …

and crept over to the chest of drawers. She’d cancelled her meetings for the morning, knowing that it would take her longer to get into the office than usual, but had made peace with the fact, knowing it would be worth it. Or, at least, she would make sure it was. She calmed her hair, running her fingers through her glossy locks and brushed some light blush onto her cheeks, slipping some pink gloss onto her lips too. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She still had it, that was for certain.

Felix eventually got out of the shower and crept into the bedroom, expecting to see his wife still fast asleep in bed. Instead, he blinked a few times in shock and stopped in his tracks when he saw her sitting at the dressing table in her G-string, her breasts entirely exposed to the room.

“Oh, good morning.” She said, turning around slightly to smile at him. He swallowed.

“Er, good morning.” He said, slightly confused. “What are you doing up?” He paused. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” She said chirpily, reveling in the power she knew she held at this moment.

Felix then walked around the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving her. “So…are you going to wear that underneath your clothes at work today?”

She smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror. “Why…jealous you won’t be there to enjoy it?”

He nodded his head. “Er…yeah. I’m not even sure jealous could cover it.” He looked at his watch. “Fuck, I don’t even think I have time for a quickie today.” He brushed his fingers through his hair. “But you look incredible.”

“That’s a shame,” Donna said as she stood up from her dressing table and walked over to the wardrobe, opening the door carefully and picking out a skirt and shirt combination to wear. She began to dress herself in the form-fitting pencil skirt, pulling it up over the tight G-string and her luscious bare ass cheeks, watching the way her husband’s eyes widened at the sight of her bending over to smooth out the creases. Next, she threw on a bralette she’d left waiting on the end of the bed and pulled on her white shirt, bending over slightly so her husband could see her cleavage as she started to button up the shirt one button at a time, enjoying every prolonged second. She left more buttons undone than she typically would, making sure he could still see how pressed up against each other her breasts were, desperate for release.

She walked over to Felix then, sauntering her hips as she did, knowing he liked the way it made her ass wiggle. “I would have liked a quickie.” She said then, her fingers tracing over his lap towards the growing bulge in his cock. She held it in his hand, unfolding the towel from around his waist and letting it fall down to his ankles.

“Mmm”, she said as she began to play with him, enjoying the sensation of feeling his cock grow and harden in her hand.

She loved the power of it, of knowing that her appearance could stop him in his tracks like this. He moaned a little at the sensation and began to lay back on the bed, but she then removed her hand.

“I thought you said you didn’t have time for a quickie,” she teased with a mischievous look in her eye. “If you’re going to get comfortable, I should really stop.” She had to swallow down a chuckle. “I don’t want you getting late.”

Felix looked at his watch then and cursed. “Oh god, the time really is getting on.” He made a small move as if to get up and leave, but Donna then grabbed his cock again, stroking it firmly until she could feel him harden again, his eyes closing and his lips gently parting.

“Oh well, that would be a shame.” She whispered, bringing her lips up to his but refusing to give in to a kiss, letting the faint slick of her gloss touch his cupid’s bow before pulling away. He let out a feral moan at the game, and she wanted to burst into the biggest smile possible. She was enjoying every second of this, playing with him in some strange, erotic game of cat and mouse. She could pick him up and drop him whenever she wanted, however she wanted, and she felt the most powerful she had ever been. She started to stroke him even more intensely now, doing everything she usually would to get him to come, really pulling out all of the stops. His eyes had rolled back into his head at this point, his face sweating, his body tensed and ready for the orgasm that was mere moments away. And then, just as she knew he was seconds away from the best orgasm of his life, she squeezed one last time firmly and then removed her hand from his lap, moving away from the bed and back towards the mirror, doing up the final buttons of her shirt and slipping on her shoes.

“What a shame you don’t have time.” She said before blowing him a kiss and walking out the door, leaving him alone with nothing but his fading orgasm to keep him company. If that wouldn’t leave him desperate for me, she thought to herself, she didn’t know what would.

Felix had been left in a state all morning, unable to think about anything but the disaster of a morning he’d had. Donna had looked so hot, hotter than he could remember her looking for a really long time. There was something about that g-string of hers and the professional, businesswoman attire she wore that left him crazy. And then there had been the handjob, oh god… that handjob. He could feel the excitement rising and his cock getting harder even thinking about it, and it made him want to tear his hair out. He’d been in meetings all morning in the office but had been unable to focus on a single thing. The words of his colleagues all sounded the same, and he couldn’t think of anything but the moment she had stolen from him. He knew that they would see each other later that evening, but he felt that he somehow had to regain the power before then. That if he were to wait until they’d both finished work, there would be a chance they’d miss each other, or she would be too tired to finally give over the pleasure she had whisked away from him this morning. No, he decided. She wants this as much as I do, and it’s time I decide to give it to her.

Felix’s assistant was surprised when he demanded that he cancel all of his appointments for him and that he’d be out of the office for the rest of the day. Felix usually stayed into the office until late, taking every meeting and phone call that came his way, never turning down any opportunity for growth. But his assistant did as he was told and promised that Felix wouldn’t receive a single distracting email or phone call for the rest of the day. Felix then left the office with a bounce in his step, ordering a taxi directly to his wife’s office.

Donna was busy working on her computer when her assistant knocked on her door. “Your husband is here.” She was told. Donna’s eyebrows raised.

“Excuse me?” She asked. “What do you mean?”

Her assistant smiled. “Your husband is in the lobby waiting to see you. Should I let him in? He’s asked to.”

Donna found herself nodding, though more in confusion than from anything else. Could Felix really be here? It must be someone else, some sort of prank or miscommunication, she thought at first. And then she started to worry, either that or he was coming with bad news. She gripped the armrests of her chair as her office door opened, but the moment she saw her husband’s eyes, she relaxed, though tensing differently. They were eyes that were hungering, not eyes that were worrying. He closed the door behind him, staying silent until the familiar click of the lock resonated around the room.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, though she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

“I haven’t been able to work all day.” He said calmly, walking towards the desk slowly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you to the point of driving me crazy.”

“Oh really?” She asked slyly, crossing her legs. “And what are you going to do about it?” She felt her mouth start to moisten, so licked her lips.

Felix took another step closer, his eyes aflame with passion, and Donna stuck a hand out. “Remember, the office is partly glass.” She said then, pointing to the windows that surrounded them. “From the shoulders up, they can see everything.” Her eyes glanced over to the employees that surrounded them. Luckily the glass was soundproof for the sake of keeping meetings and video conferences private, but if they weren’t careful, everyone she worked with would be able to see what her and her husband were about to do.

“Don’t worry.” He said with a devilish smile. “Everything I’m going to do to you will be below the shoulders anyway.”

It was then that he dived down onto his knees, crawling down underneath her desk and ripping her legs apart from each other. He grew closer, his fingers immediately diving under the material of her skirt towards her vagina, desperately searching for the clit that he knew was waiting for him. He sighed when he found it. Donna put her head in her hands, trying so hard to hide the expression of pleasure on her face in case anyone might glance over to her office.

“You’re so wet.” Felix moaned as he continued to play with his wife, pinching and tweaking her swollen clit before reaching forward and kissing it with his lips. He started by pecking it, giving it light, delicate kisses before wrapping his tongue around it, kissing her pussy slowly and passionately, sucking and flicking her with an intensity just as ruthless as the one she had bestowed on him that morning.

“Only for you.” She managed to gasp out, believing every word. That set him alight then, and she knew that he was turned on for her. One of his hands reached up underneath her shirt and grabbed her breast as he continued to lick and suck away at her, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger so hard that she had to stifle back a sharp intake of breath from the pressure. It felt so good that she was glad the glass was at least soundproof, even if one look from her colleagues at the expressions of her face were around to give everything away. But then Felix did something with her tongue that made her want to melt, and all worries of getting caught soon dissolved away. Nothing else mattered at this moment but the pure pleasure.

Felix could feel the muscles of his wife’s pussy begin to pulse and contract from the pleasure and smiled as he continued to lick her out, knowing that he was doing a good job. But he wanted to do something different, something that would take her by surprise and elevate her pleasure even further. It was then that, without warning, he suddenly thrust his fingers into her, penetrating her so deep and hard that she nearly fell off her chair. She groaned then as he continued to push in and out of her, barely having to even try. She was so wet that she welcomed his fingers readily, her legs spreading even wider underneath the desk as if to welcome him in even further. Her shoes fell off her feet, and her ankles rolled against the floor as Donna rested her head in her hands, hiding her expression from view as her mouth opened and she had to stop herself from drooling on the desk. She was going to cum any minute now. They both knew that, could recognize all the signs of the impending orgasm that both of them wanted any moment. Felix could feel his erection desperately trying to push its way out of his trousers from the knowledge but ignored it. This moment wasn’t about him – all he wanted as to pleasure his wife. To show her that she wasn’t the only tease in their marriage.

And then it struck, he could feel it before he heard it, the soft heat of her pussy welcoming and rejecting his fingers all in the same moment, but he didn’t give up –

continuing to fuck her with his fingers just as he knew she wanted.

He then heard her, an animalistic moan that ravaged her whole body and filled the small office. He had to stifle a laugh. It was such a loud moan that he couldn’t imagine there was anyone in the office that wouldn’t be able to hear her and guess what she was up to. But that was an issue for later. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to focus on that noise and the sweet heat of her orgasmic pussy and ride this wave until it was over.

She continued to moan and writhe for several minutes, her pussy eventually dripping from the excited juices brought about by her husband’s afternoon snack. Once she was finished, she moved to bring her knees together, as if to stop the juices from dripping down the inside of her thigh onto the office floor, but Felix stopped her.

“Do you really think I’m going to waste a single drop of you?”

Donna smiled at him under the table as he drew closer, bringing his tongue back to the softness of her skin as he gently kissed and licked up every measure of her cum. He moaned as he did so, reminding himself with each swallow that each piece of juice he tasted had been brought about entirely by him. It made his cock grow, but he still refused to touch it. Only once he was sure every drop of her was now dry and swallowed, he crept out of the bottom of the desk and stood back up, walking over to the other side of the desk to give his wife a passionate kiss.

“I’ll see you at home?” He asked before leaning in for one final kiss.

Donna smiled before shooting her husband a wink. “You’d better, I want more of you tonight.”