Temptation at Work - Mike's Story

This is part of a multistory series. Each story is designed to work as a standalone, but is also told from the perspective of each of the main characters. With that in mind, they each have a slightly different feel to try and account for each character's feelings and personality. The woman's is the longest. The last to be uploaded will be the shortest, having cut out a lot of the timeframe that didn't really involve him anyways. That one also fills in some gaps that were intentionally left out from Lucy's story. I'm curious if there's any interest in series like this, so I'd love to hear feedback in the comments. Enjoy! Hopefully :)

The office anniversary party was in full swing at an upscale rooftop bar downtown. The sky was a clear, star-studded expanse, and the city lights twinkled below, while string lights above reflected off the glass tables where employees mingled and laughed, drinks in hand. The air was filled with the clinking of glasses, boisterous conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter.

Mike stood by the bar, a whiskey glass in his hand, watching the crowd with a smile. He was a handsome man in his mid-forties, with silvering temples and a confident expression that drew people to him.

His eyes, a piercing blue, scanned the area until they settled on a woman across the way, Lucy. She was beautiful and intelligent, with a wit as sharp as her smile. She was engaged in conversation with a group, including her husband, Chad, and her best friend, Ella.

He watched her until she finally noticed him and started to make her way over. Her perpetually high energy created a bounce in each step, and there was a mischievous look that glinted in her sparkling brown eyes, and spread across her lips with each step as she came closer.

"Mike," she said, leaning in to give him a quick hug. It was tight and intimate, yet brief enough to not come across as untoward, her perfume lingered in the air as it made its way into his nostrils. "You're looking rather dapper tonight."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "And you are looking..." His words trailed off as he looked her over, taking in her beauty. She carried herself with an undeniable allure, that radiated a confident beauty. And she had every reason to be confident. She was curvy, with a naturally feminine shape that filled her emerald green evening gown, showcasing all the sensuality you could ask of a woman. The thin, delicate-looking straps left her graceful shoulders exposed, as the material led to the bodice of the dress, which descended to a deep plunging neckline. The cleavage on display was enough to leave a man weak in the knees, wide enough and low enough to visually trace their fullness as they curved back in to disappear under the dress.

As his eyes continued their journey lower, he made no pretense of the fact that he was carefully appraising her body. Moving down past her tapered waist, that flared out to become sensual hips, he took in the sight of her leg showing through the long slit that began just over halfway up her left thigh. The powerful limb became more slender as it passed her knee and transitioned to her shapely calf. Mike let his voyeuristic gaze continue its journey to the incredibly smooth-looking skin, where it started to dip in and out of sight from the straps on the heels she was wearing, until only the tips of her French-pedicured toes peeked out from the end of her shoes. "... Amazing," he finally said, ending the sentence that hung in the air as his unabashed appreciation of her came to an end. He looked her in the eye with a smile that said so much without saying a word.

She rolled her eyes playfully at his blatant ogling but offered him a flirtatious smirk in return. "You always did know how to make a girl feel special, Mike," Lucy replied with a restrained laugh.

Mike had a history of flirting with Lucy. However, it was always lighthearted fun that never actually went anywhere. Half the time, the comments were so over the top that you couldn't take them seriously, which made the flirtatious relationship feel safe while boosting both of their egos. The rest of the time, you could feel the underlying tension of unspoken desire.

"You know, I remember when we used to talk like this in the break room," Mike said, leaning slightly toward her as if conspiratorially, while looking around the patio.

Lucy's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Yeah, those were always a fun time,'" she mused. "But we were never caught, were we?" His eyes flashed back to hers, as they shared a knowing smile, filled with the past jokes between them--comments they knew were inappropriate but were too fun to pass up. It was a harmless game, but one that had boundaries they knew they couldn't cross, even if it was fun to push them.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to Chad and Ella," Lucy said. "I just wanted to say hi quickly when I saw you over here." He followed her gaze as she looked back over her shoulder at Chad, who was chatting away with his extroverted nature shining through. Ella, on the other hand, was watching them with a discerning eye as she monitored their interaction. "Be sure to come say hi to Chad. He was asking how you've been just the other day."

Turning back to Mike, she gave him another quick hug, aware of Ella watching them. It was the type where one person awkwardly leans in and does the one-arm hug, barely even allowing a shoulder to touch. Mike, noticing Ella looking their way, chuckled lightly at her sudden modesty.

"Of course. Let me do the rounds, check in with my team, and I'll come say hi shortly," Mike replied.

He gave Ella a quick wave as Lucy backed away, and Ella returned the wave with a smile. They had a good friendship as well, but she always seemed uncomfortable with the flirting between him and Lucy, even though she'd never said anything. He and Ella never worked together directly, but they were at the company at the same time at one point, as well as enough events together to have developed a friendly rapport. She no longer worked for the company but always seemed to end up as someone's plus one, so she was still around quite frequently.

As Mike traversed the patio, he stopped to do his pleasantries, obligations he had as one of the regional sales managers.

He listened as various team members and their significant others shared their recent accomplishments or updates about their kids. In return, he complimented his employees' dates, praising their work and building them up, regardless of any challenges they might have been facing. None of these conversations lasted more than a few minutes, as he politely moved through the party.

Eventually, he made his way back to where Lucy, Chad, and Ella stood with a few of Lucy's coworkers. "Chad, great to see you, man," he said patting Chad on the shoulder. They exchanged a brief handshake, before he turned to Lucy. "And Lucy, as always, you look stunning." He had already complimented her, but it seemed appropriate to do so again in amongst the group.

Mike listened politely as Chad started telling stories, but his attention was more on Lucy, who stood beside him. She was laughing at something Chad had said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Her hand rested on Chad's arm, her long, manicured nails leaving a faint trail on his suit jacket. Mike couldn't help but smile as he watched them together.

He had been there since the beginning of their relationship and had seen how happy Chad made her. It was the reason their flirting had died down. As much fun as their playful banter had always been, it had remained innocent, and Mike had never wanted to create any tension in her relationship. That didn't mean certain thoughts hadn't crossed his mind, though. He was only human, after all, and Lucy was a beautiful woman. More than that, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who was self-assured and driven to prove herself. She took pride in being one of the few women in a position of power in their male-dominated industry.

Their conversations at company events had always been effortless, full of mutual respect and admiration. But tonight, there was something different--an undercurrent of tension that hadn't been there before. Mike couldn't shake the feeling that there was something in the way she looked at him, something that hadn't been there before.

Brushing it off as the effects of a few drinks and a nostalgic conversation bringing back memories of "the good old days," he forced himself to tune into Chad's story, even though he had missed most of it. Years in sales had made him a pro at filling in the gaps--stroking egos, making people feel like he was hanging on their every word.

As new conversations sparked around him, Mike excused himself from the group and returned to mingling among the crowd. He wanted to ensure he was seen throughout the night, showing support for all the employees. He knew that the little things mattered when it came to boosting morale.

Mike began working the crowd, shaking hands, clapping backs, and laughing at jokes. He was a natural at this, he always had been. People were drawn to his charisma, his confidence, and his ability to make anyone feel like they were the most important person in the room.

As he made his way through the crowd, he found himself standing next to Ella, who was perched on a barstool, sipping a glass of wine. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes appraising him with the same friendly charm that had won her so many deals over the years.

"Mike," she had said, her voice warm and friendly, but with a hint of something else. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mike grinned, taking a moment to study Ella. She had been wearing a deep blue dress that stood out amongst all of the black dresses adorning the area. He couldn't help but notice the way her eyes had lingered on him, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

"Ella, always the charmer," he had replied, taking a sip of his drink. "How have you been? It's been a while since we last caught up."

Ella waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, you know, same old, same old. Work, work, and more work," Ella said, taking a sip of her wine. "And how have you been? Still the same old Mike, charming the pants off everyone?"

Mike chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I do try my best. But you know what they say, 'If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.'"

Ella let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And you're very good at both, Mike. I'll give you that."

Mike leaned in, lowering his voice slightly. "Shhh, don't give away my secret, or no one would believe me when I blew smoke up their ass anymore," he said conspiratorially with a smile.

Ella leaned in as well, her tone mirroring his own. "Your secret was safe with me, Mike." She took another sip of her wine, her eyes flicking over to Lucy, who was still engaged in conversation with Chad and some of her coworkers.

Mike followed her gaze, his eyes lingering on Lucy for a moment before he was jarred back to the moment by Ella's next words. "You know, Lucy's lucky to have Chad. He's a good man," she said, her voice thoughtful.

Mike nodded in agreement. "He is. And they're good together, they always have been." He took another sip, his eyes finding them once again. She was laughing at something Chad said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. He remembered when they first started dating, how they were always like that. Always laughing, always touching, always in their own little world.

"It felt like you were going somewhere with that statement, Ella," Mike commented, turning back to her. "What's on your mind?" He raised an eyebrow, curious about what she might say next.

Ella took a moment before responding, her gaze drifting back to Lucy. "It's just... I don't know, Mike. When I saw you two together tonight--the way you were looking at each other--it felt like you were back to your old banter. But she wasn't married then." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if she were carefully treading on sensitive ground.

Mike turned to face her fully, his expression inquisitive. "Ella, what are you getting at? Lucy and I always had a flirtatious relationship, but it's harmless. You know that."

Ella nodded, her eyes never leaving Lucy. "I know, Mike. But sometimes, harmless fun can turn into something more. And I don't want to see Lucy get hurt."

Mike studied her thoughtfully before pulling her against his side and placing a light hand on her shoulder while they both looked in Lucy's direction. "Hey, don't worry. Nothing's going on between us. I know she's married." Then, looking down at her with an exaggerated eyebrow wag, he added, "If you're going to worry about me hitting on someone, you should be watching out for yourself. You're the one who's single and looking stunning tonight."

Ella laughed, batting him away gently. "Whatever, you idiot," she said, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Mike grinned, unashamed. "Can't blame a guy for trying. tonight was like an art exhibition." He glanced around the room before smirking. "Shame the company has a policy against fraternization without approval. Thankfully, you no longer work there, though," continued with his cheesy grin.

Ella gave him a look of mock disbelief before rolling her eyes, though her smile remained. "You're impossible, Mike. But I suppose that's why you're so good at your job--you can charm anyone."

Mike tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, it does help pay the bills," he admitted. Then, nodding toward the crowd, he added, "But since you clearly aren't gonna bite, I figured I'll duck out while everyone's still having a good time--before they get so drunk that I see things I shouldn't know my employees are doing," he chuckled.

Ella rolled her eyes again, but her smile never faded. "You're impossible, Mike." Ella laughed again. Her laugh was always this almost shy laugh that was quiet, but made you smile every time. "You have a good night." Her eyes flicked back to Lucy. "Just be careful with her, ok?" Though Ella's tone was light, Mike could sense the underlying concern in her voice.

He smiled, nodding reassuringly. "Always, Ella," he promised.

With a quick, friendly peck on her cheek and a wave, he strode away, leaving her with a small smile and a shake of her head.

As Mike navigated through the crowd, he found himself near the edge of the rooftop, where a small group had gathered, gazing out over the city. He joined them for a few lighthearted exchanges, finishing the last of his drink while taking in the view. The city lights below twinkled like a sea of stars, and the cool night air was a welcome contrast to the warmth amongst the throngs of people.

After a few moments, he surveyed the crowd one last time, making sure there was no one he still needed to say goodbye to. But in the end, his gaze was drawn to Lucy once more.

Their exchanges that night had been nothing more than their usual flirtations. They were harmless on the surface, but the look she had given him earlier--combined with Ella's concern--made him appraise her with fresh eyes. She stood with her profile to him, and even from across the patio, her curves stirred something in him that shouldn't have be there. A slow heat spread through him as the last of his drink seeped into his veins.

He could feel a warm buzz settling over him, his thoughts slightly hazy. Maybe that was what made her seem different tonight. He had seen her a million times, but something about this moment, this night, made him want things he shouldn't.

Or maybe it was just the booze lowering his inhibitions, making him crave the forbidden.

"And on that note, it's absolutely time to go," he muttered to himself, setting his glass down on a nearby table. The ice clinked softly as he turned away, making his way toward the exit and down to his room from the lively rooftop.

A couple of weeks had passed since the company party, yet Mike found himself thinking about that night more often than he cared to admit.

Work had been hectic, leaving little time to dwell on it, and he hadn't seen much of Lucy outside of the occasional meeting or a passing glance in the hallway. He had to push those thoughts aside, and maintain the professional relationship that existed.

Yet as he sat in his dimly lit home office, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the room, a familiar longing crept in. It wasn't just about Lucy. It was the thrill of it--the spark, the tension, the unspoken exchanges between them. Then there was that sense that there was something new just below the surface when they talked at the bar.

He pulled out his phone, opening his text messages. His thumb hovered over their recent exchanges, all work-related and carefully neutral. Safe.

But tonight, he wanted more.

He wanted the rush of their old flirtations, the push and pull of playful teasing. He wanted the chase--the anticipation of how she might respond. It wasn't about loneliness or lack of excitement in his social life. He had that. But the taboo nature of their dynamic, the quiet rebellion of their connection, made it all the more intoxicating.

It was a work colleague.

And that meant they weren't supposed to be fraternizing.

Mike typed out a message, his fingers hovering for a moment before pressing send.

Mike: Hey Lucy, you busy?

His heart pounded in his chest. It was a simple question, but in his mind, it carried endless possibilities.

Her response came quickly, and a small smile tugged at his lips.

Lucy: Just sitting on the couch watching some TV. Why, do you need to talk about something urgent?

Mike grinned, his pulse kicking up a notch.

Mike: Not at all. Just wanted to say it was good seeing you at the party the other week. We never get to catch up anymore now that we don't work together directly.

Lucy: It was good seeing you too! It's been a while.

Mike: Yeah, it has. Things have been crazy. How's Chad?

Lucy: He's good. Just got back from a business trip. They had to go to a conference out of town.

Mike: That's right, I remember him mentioning that at the party. How's he liking the new company?

Lucy: It's not really new anymore. He's been there just over a year now. But he seems to like it ok.

Mike blinked, surprised it had been that long. They continued with some innocent back-and-forth, catching up on their personal lives. But as the conversation went on, he started picking up on something--an undercurrent of tension in her responses. Nothing outright, just little comments that made him it seem like things weren't all smooth sailing at home.

Mike: Wow, has it really been that long? You two always seem busy. From the looks of your social media, you're off somewhere every weekend.

Lucy: Stalking my social media now, are we? lol Yeah, we've constantly had something going on. Either a wedding, a reunion, helping family. The list goes on. I need a break!

Mike: Well, how else am I supposed to see pictures of you in a bikini? Haha. But yeah, I can imagine. I know work's been crazy for you too.

He hesitated before sending that last part. He debated for a second at specifically calling out checking her out in a bikini, then shrugged to himself. Fuck it. It's just Lucy. She'll know it's a joke. He hit send.

Her reply came back almost immediately.

Lucy: Perv! Well, at least someone wants to see them.

Mike's eyebrows lifted slightly. At least someone? Who wouldn't?

It only reinforced his suspicion that something was off in the Harris household. He decided to tread carefully, he didn't want to pry, but if she needed to talk, he wanted to be there. Beyond their workplace banter, he'd always considered her a real friend.

Mike: So, you say you could use a break. How about a drink this weekend? Catch up, and you can tell me all about these trips of yours.

He hit send, then waited.

Was he crossing a line? He'd always been careful not to overstep, and any previous outings were always a group with coworkers, but tonight, something in him wanted more than just their usual surface-level exchanges.

Finally, her reply came through.

Lucy: I'd like that. A night out with no responsibilities sounds amazing right about now.

Relief washed over him. He hadn't realized how much he'd been holding his breath waiting to see how she took his proposal.

Mike: Great! How about Friday? There's a new wine bar downtown I've been wanting to try.

A longer pause this time. He wondered if she was second-guessing things, if maybe, just like him, she recognized the unspoken boundary they were pushing. His confidence was usually unwavering, but this felt like stepping into new territory. He'd always made sure to keep work separate from his extracurricular activities throughout his life.

Finally, her message popped up.

Lucy: Sounds perfect. I'll meet you there at 7?

Mike: Deal. Can't wait.

Mike put his phone down, a grin spreading across his face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a thrill of the forbidden. They weren't supposed to be doing this, but he couldn't deny the excitement he felt.

The taboo nature of their relationship added a thrill, a spark that ignited something within him. He had always been careful, always kept their interactions within the bounds of appropriate--well, for the most part outside of mutually exchanged comments. But there was something about her comment about seeing her in a bikini, followed by the acceptance of his offer, that made his mind wander. As he sat in his home office, the lights dimmed, he couldn't shake the memory of her in that gown at the party, the sexy, sophisticated Lucy he had gotten to see that night. Then there was also the strong, business-minded Lucy he typically saw at work, the one who was always put together in a professional manner in the office, giving a presentation, or trying to broker a deal. Finally, there was the Lucy he had joked about but never seen in person, the Lucy who was out with friends in her bikini by a pool or on a lake.

It was Mike's little secret. Despite all the playful back and forth and the thinly veiled innuendos meant to be innocent fun, it was the Lucy in those pictures on social media he really wanted to get to know. The one out having a good time, with no work-related inhibitions. The things he would have done to her if he had been the guy in that picture on the boat with her.

His eyes closed as he pictured her laughing, the wind whipping her hair. The sun highlighted her curves as she lounged on the deck of a boat, a drink in her hand. He could almost hear the sound of her signature laugh when she tried to suppress it so others wouldn't wonder what they were talking about. The way it came out--stifled through a barely parted smile that spread from her lips to her eyes--when she was amused by something meant only for them.

While the reality of her was off-limits, nothing could stop his imagination from wandering. He didn't even bother to relocate from his office chair as he unzipped his fly, freed his member, and proceeded to envision the things he would have wanted to do if he ever had the opportunity.

He thought back over the conversations they had shared over the years and all of the stories they had exchanged that he had no business hearing. But in those days, they had both been single. So, they worked directly together at that point, what was the harm if they just talked? They had always been diligent in never going further than exchanging stories, advice, and discussing the things company policy implied were certainly not okay.

The problem with those conversations was that they were so fun and so engaging, that they became their shared guilty pleasure. They had always kept it light and safe, but the knowledge that what they were doing was a bit taboo added a thrill that made it all the more exciting.

As Mike's mind wandered, he imagined her laughter echoing through his office, her hand resting on his chest as she leaned in to quietly share a story from her past that she didn't want anyone else to hear. He pictured her nails, still perfectly manicured, tracing a line down his chest, and he could almost feel the heat of her breath against his skin.

His hand moved in rhythm, his grip tightening as his fantasy played out. He imagined her leaning in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice low and sultry as she whispered, "Mike... I've always wanted to fuck you." His breath hitched, his body responding instantly to the words, even if they were only in his head.

He could see her clearly then, in his mind's eye, in one of her skirts and blouses, her eyes dark with desire, her cheeks flushed. Her hands were on him as they continued down, reaching their intended target.

His imagination ran wild, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He pictured her guiding him to sit in his chair, her body pressing against his until he was seated. She straddled him, her skirt hiked up to reveal her thighs. He could feel the heat of her body through his pants, and he groaned with desire.

"I want you, Mike," she said, her voice low and needy. "I want you to fuck me like you've always wanted to," as she pulled her panties aside.

Reaching his boiling point, Mike stood over his desk, not wanting to soil the slacks and button-down shirt he was still wearing, and chose to mess his desk instead. The hard surface was much easier to clean. He placed one hand on the desk while the other furiously moved over his dick until he finally reached his climax, imagining she was bent over the desk before him. The white, viscous substance lay spewed over the polished wood in pools and streaks.

Gathering himself, Mike grabbed some tissues from the end of his desk and proceeded to clean up the mess before wrapping up the small amount of work he had been doing from home and heading out to the kitchen.

As Mike approached the bar on Friday, he checked the time and saw that he was early. When meeting a lady somewhere, he always tried to be early so he could be prepared to greet her and not leave her waiting alone. It was one of the few gentlemanly things it seemed he did at times.

Walking through the front door of the wine bar, he found it to be a nice place--smaller and more intimate than some other bars in town, but not so small that it felt cramped. It had a good energy, a relaxed vibe, with low lighting and a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Mike took a seat at the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and checked his phone. Lucy should be there soon, and he was looking forward to seeing her. It had been a while since they had a chance to talk face-to-face, and he was excited for the opportunity to catch up.

As he took a sip of his wine, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Lucy standing behind him. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She looked stunning, and Mike couldn't help but stare for a moment.

"Hey there," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling. "Sorry I'm a little late."

Mike stood up and gave her a hug, feeling an electric spark at the touch of her body against his. He stepped back and looked her up and down, appreciating the view. "You look amazing, Lucy. I'm glad you could make it."

He could see Lucy blush slightly at the compliment, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she looked away. "Thank you, Mike. You clean up pretty nicely yourself."

Mike chuckled as they both took a seat at the bar. "So, how's work been? I feel like it's been forever since we caught up," he added, signaling for the bartender.

"I know, right? Work has been insane lately," Lucy complained, before asking the bartender for her drink. "I mean, I love what I do, but sometimes I wish I could just take a break and not think about deadlines and proposals for a change."

"I can certainly relate to that. So, what have you been up to? Besides work, I mean," Mike asked, swirling the wine in his glass.

Lucy smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "Not much, honestly. Just the usual. Work, family, trying to squeeze in some time for myself here and there. You know how it is," she said with a shrug.

Mike nodded, understanding her sentiment all too well. "Yeah, I do." He noted the undertone in her body language. It was as if there was something she wasn't happy with but wasn't saying. "And how's Chad been doing? You mentioned he was at a conference recently," Mike asked, genuinely curious about how her husband had been.

Lucy took another sip of her wine before responding, her eyes meeting his. "He's been doing well. He seems to be doing okay at his job. Sometimes he seems stressed, but I think he likes it. How about you? How have things been with you?"

Mike took a moment before answering, his eyes scanning the room before returning to Lucy. He was trying to decide how he wanted to answer her, since she'd recently been preoccupying his thoughts. "Things have been good. My team's doing well and producing," he responded choosing to keep it safe and neutral like the rest of the conversation had been so far. Vanilla and simple small talk with similar answers.

"That's good," Lucy replied, "but I mean with you in general. How are you these days?" Lucy's question had been innocent enough, but Mike detected a subtle change in her tone. He took a sip of his wine, allowing himself a moment to consider his response once more.

"Things are alright. I've been working a lot, just putting some money away for some personal goals," he said. "But to be honest, I've felt a little... I don't know. Restless, I guess."

Lucy nodded, her eyes studying his face with a thoughtful expression. "I know what you mean," she said quietly. "Sometimes it feels like life's just passing me by, you know? Like I'm going through the motions, but not really living."

Now we're getting somewhere, he thought to himself.

Mike felt a pang of recognition at her words, realizing that he had been feeling the same way lately. He looked at Lucy, noticing how the dim lighting of the bar cast shadows across her features, highlighting the curves of her face. She looked so beautiful in that moment, so vulnerable and real.

"I get it," he said, keeping his voice low, causing her to have to focus on what he's saying. "There's more than work, but that certainly seems to be all my life consists of these days." Mike signaled for another glass. "Maybe that's why I texted you the other night. I was hoping for a distraction, a break from the monotony."

Lucy smiled, her eyes meeting his in silent understanding. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their wine, before Lucy spoke up again. "I'm glad you did," she said softly. "It's always good to see you."

Mike smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through his chest at her words. "It's good to see you too, Lucy. I've missed our talks."

They continued to chat for a while, just catching up. Time went by as the wine set in. Mike felt a pleasant buzz from the alcohol, his inhibitions lowering with each sip. He looked at Lucy, taking in the way her dress accented her curves, with the flowing lower skirt draped over her thighs.

He couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to trace the fabric with his fingers, to slide his hand up her thigh. He took a sip of his wine, trying to keep his thoughts in check, but the alcohol and the dim lighting of the bar made it hard to resist the temptation to say what was on his mind.

"You know, Lucy, I've always admired the way you carry yourself," Mike said, his voice low and thoughtful. "You were always so put together, so confident."

"Yeah? So you've been stalking my social media to see my confidence come through, huh?" she teased, referring back to their texts when he had mentioned her in a bikini. Lucy laughed playfully, but there was an undertone of truth in her voice that Mike couldn't help but notice.

Mike laughed in kind, his eyes never leaving hers. "I plead the fifth on that one. No comment. But you do carry yourself well, Lucy. It's one of the things I've always admired about you." Secretly he couldn't be happier that she brought up him checking her social media. He took it as a good sign that she had likely been thinking of him looking at her.

Lucy smiled at him, appreciative of the compliment. "Well, thank you. I appreciate it," she said. Her voice had been warm, and Mike couldn't help but feel a sense of connection between them, a familiarity that went beyond their professional relationship. "Chad certainly doesn't seem to notice these days. I can't seem to get him to pay attention to me," she finished with a clear note of irritation in her voice, the wine allowing her true feelings to bubble to the surface.

Mike didn't want to push too far, but the alcohol and the intimate setting had loosened his tongue. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said gently, his eyes traveling down Lucy's body, lingering on her breasts for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "If you were my wife, I don't think I could keep my hands off you."

"I know, right?" Lucy exclaimed. "I'm fucking hot!" she said laughing at her own remark, her signature laugh coming through clenched teeth and a big grin on her face.

Caught off guard by her statement, Mike let out a laugh as well. "While I can't argue with that, I gotta say, I didn't see that one coming," he said, raising his glass to her.

Lucy grinned, taking a sip of her wine. "But really, it's true. I work hard to keep this body looking good, and it's nice to have someone notice."

Mike's eyes lingered on her, appreciating the view. He could feel the heat of the room rise, or perhaps it was just his own body temperature. "Well, I noticed. You looked incredible at the party. Clearly, you know that, though," he mused at her claims.

Lucy blushed slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "Seriously, I was hot, wasn't I?" she replied, a sultry smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling and her pupils dilating slightly.

Mike was taken aback for a moment, surprised by her boldness. He was used to the flirty banter between them, the thinly veiled innuendos, but this felt different, more real, somehow. More dangerous. He could feel the heat rising in his body, and his pulse quickening.

He took a sip of his wine, trying to hide his stirring arousal behind the glass. "You always are, Lucy," he said softly, measuring his words so he wouldn't push too far. The new boundaries were unclear, and he didn't want to misread her intentions and offend her, concerned that the alcohol might cause him to be overly confident since this was not how they had flirted in the past.

Lucy leaned forward, her elbows resting on one of her knees, her cleavage on full display. Mike's eyes were drawn to the swell of her breasts, where they threatened to spill out of the low-cut neckline of her dress.

"Mike," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as though she were sharing a secret, "I've missed this. Missed us. The back-and-forth was always fun and made me feel... well, I don't know what I felt, but it's always been fun, that's for sure."

"I missed it too. It was always fun talking with you like that, knowing it was our little thing." Mike could barely contain himself from expressing how he wanted to do more than just have this back-and-forth dialogue with her.

As their eyes locked onto each other, Mike couldn't help but think back to all the times they had exchanged quips. He recalled all the times he had thought about her afterward and never told her, letting her continue thinking it was just a harmless exchange.

After adjusting her legs, uncrossing and then crossing them again, causing her dress to ride impossibly higher up her thighs--Lucy finally grabbed her glass and downed what was left of her wine. Sitting up straight, she said, "Well, that's probably enough wine for me. I should get headed home to Chad."

Mike was taken aback by the sudden shift and snapped back to the reality that she had a husband at home. He had to respect that she was a married woman, and for her, this was just a little spice in her life, but that was the extent of it. "Right. I guess we should both head out," he replied, watching as she pulled out her phone to summon a ride. He followed suit and did the same, making sure to pick one a little further out to hopefully have enough time for her ride to get her first. "I'll wait outside with you until your ride comes, though."

Mike offered to pay for her drinks, but she declined, and as they headed towards the door, Lucy walked in front of him. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in how her dress bounced with each step, flipping up the tiniest bit. He felt a stirring in his pants as he watched her move, the hypnotic and alluring sway of her hips. His mind wandered to what kind of panties she wore beneath that dress, just out of his view, and her dress flipping teasingly hinted at the hidden answer, but it remained just out of sight. Were they sexy and lacy, or practical and cotton? The thought of her in something lacy sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock. He couldn't help but imagine how easy it would be to slip his hand under that dress, to feel the softness of her skin and trace the edge of her panties with his fingers.

"Mike!" Lucy's voice broke into his thoughts, and he realized he had been standing there like an idiot, staring at her ass.

He quickly looked up, hoping she hadn't noticed. "Yeah, sorry. I was just... lost in thought for a second," Mike said, trying to act casual as he joined Lucy on the sidewalk. He was pretty sure any chance of her not having noticed was nonexistent, considering she was looking over her shoulder directly at him.

"Lost in thought, huh?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow. "You sure it wasn't just my ass you were lost in?" A grin crossed her face once again. "I only said your name three times."

Mike felt his face flush with embarrassment, but he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "Guilty as charged," he said with a laugh. "You look amazing tonight, Lucy. I couldn't help myself. Sorry"

He knew he was caught, and while he couldn't hide it, he could at least try to downplay his feelings by burying them under laughter. It felt as though he had lost his usual ability with words; he was stumbling over them like a teenage boy just figuring out his way with women. It had to be the years of repressed tension between the two that were causing his brain to struggle under these apparently new and unknown rules.

Lucy turned toward Mike, slapping his arm playfully. "Well, I guess I can't blame you. I am fucking hot, after all." The cadence of her words indicated she was teasing, but the tone of her voice had a purring quality. The juxtaposition of the two caused his brain to grind to a halt again as he tried to process an appropriate response.

He had been about to reply when Lucy's ride pulled up, the car coming to a halt at the curb.

"Well, that's me. Thanks for the drinks, Mike. And the view," she said with a wink, glancing down at his groin before climbing into the car.

Mike felt his face flush, both from the compliment and from the fact that she had noticed his erection. "See you around, Lucy," he replied, trying to maintain a casual tone as she closed the door, leaving him to watch her ride pull away.

As he turned to head toward his own ride, which pulled up moments later, he couldn't shake the image of her from his mind. The way she had displayed herself in that dress, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. He just wanted to get home to relieve himself.

He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts from his mind when his phone vibrated. Looking at the screen, he saw it was a text from Lucy.

Lucy: Thought you might want to see this.

Mike could've sworn his heart stopped for a moment as he saw the picture. It was of Lucy, but not how he was used to seeing her; this was different. She wasn't in a suit or a dress. She was in a bikini, but not just any bikini he had had the privilege of seeing her in before. She was standing by a pool, the sun glinting off her smooth skin.

He could see every curve of her body. The slingshot-style bikini wrapped around her frame like a whisper of fabric, accentuating the softness of her form. The thin straps began where they joined behind her neck, tracing a pathway down over the swells of her breasts. The material was wide enough to retain some level of modesty. From there, it split, with one side of the strap disappearing behind her, where he could only assume it turned into a thong, while the front continued its journey south along her abdomen. It framed the delicate swirl of her shallow belly button, giving it an alluring femininity, until the two straps finally came together once more. The union of the two bands of material sat low enough to tease at the apparent absence of any hair. Or if there were any, it would have to be minimal, as the material disappeared between her thighs, teasing at the delicate mounds and folds that it hid.

The structure left her hips completely exposed, from the hollows of her hips to the swells where they flared out. He could barely breathe as he took in the image, his body responding instantly to the sight of her. All in all, there was more material than the average bikini, but the tease that knowing the slightest shift could leave her exposed, or the bare hips giving the illusion of being nude, is what made it so provocative.

And of course, couple that with the fact she sent it to him, completely of her own accord made it all that much better.

Lucy: That one didn't make social media. Bikini was a bit much... or little.

He quickly clicked on the picture to enlarge it, his eyes taking in every detail. She was standing by a pool, the sun glinting off her wet skin, making her shine like a goddess. Her hair was slicked back, and her makeup-free face glowed with a natural radiance. Her body looked soft and feminine, her curves on full display. It was a harmonious blend of softness and strength--a captivating dance of curves and tones. Her visually silken skin enveloped toned muscles, creating an inviting surface that beckoned to be touched. The gentle rise of her hips led to a delicately defined waist. There was an undeniable femininity in her silhouette, each soft contour complementing the firm lines beneath, creating an enticing contrast that drew the eye. His erection was instantly brought back to full strength, straining against his pants as he absorbed the sight before him. He could imagine the pliant nature of her skin as he pictured his fingers leaving indents as he gripped her possessively. He couldn't believe she had sent him this.

Mike: Dear god! That's ridiculously hot, Lucy. I don't know what to say, but I know what I'll be doing when I get home... At least you can get some when you get home.

Lucy: I can't get him to look at me, much less touch me lately. So you get to look at me tonight instead.

Mike: Well, I'm certainly not going to complain. I hear showerheads are a good quick substitute lol

Lucy: That's true. I've never loved the shower, though. I like to feel how wet I can get. The shower just washes it away

Mike: Nice. Are you the super wet type then?

Mike couldn't believe how fast this conversation escalated. Thank you, alcohol, he thought to himself, wondering how far it would go tonight as he reveled in every moment of it. He loved when a woman radiated her arousal. He always took it as a sign that he had her extremely turned on, but he also knew that some women just naturally got wetter than others, and he wondered if she was that type.

Lucy: Yeah, super wet.

Mike: That's so fucking hot. I love that quality in a girl.

A few moments passed in silence as he stared at the picture she had sent; thankful he wasn't having to concentrate on driving. When a video finally came in, he wasted no time in opening it. It showed her fingers covered in what he could only assume was her own cream. The thick, clear nectar created strings between them as she separated her fingers. The street lamps dotting the road caused the light to reflect off it like little jewels. His eyes were ready to pop out of his head before he realized he had been holding his breath.

Mike: Holy fuck! You can't send me something like that and still expect me to be a functioning adult! What'd you do, just pull your panties aside right there in the car and take the video? That's so fucking hot!

He couldn't believe she had crossed that line. A moment later, her reply made him let out an audible groan.

Lucy: Aww, aren't you adorable? And no, I didn't just pull my panties aside because I never wear any unless I have lingerie to put on. When I'm turned on, I'm always super wet. I can't help it. I've always been this way. And clearly, I'm super wet right now, Mike.

The second he read that message, Mike's imagination kicked into overdrive, picturing Lucy's pussy just out of sight beneath her dress the whole time they were together. Hell, the whole time he's known her! He remembered how her skirt had flipped as they walked, and the fact that her arousal could've been running down the insides of her thighs. Hell, she could have left her cream all over the barstool she had been sitting on while they talked.

Fuck.

His cock throbbed, straining against his dress pants. He could feel the heat radiating off his skin, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to relieve that tension. He quickly typed out a message to Lucy, his fingers fumbling over the screen.

Mike: You're such a tease. You know that, right?

He hit send and fixed his gaze on the screen. Seconds felt like minutes as he waited for her response, so he took the time to watch the video once more. It was short, but impactful.

Finally, the little typing bubbles appeared.

Lucy: Who, me? I'm not teasing. I'm just being honest.

Mike: Well, even if I was joking earlier, this driver can't get me home fast enough right now... I can't believe you did that with the driver sitting so close you could touch him.

Lucy: Eh, he can't see back here. Plus, it makes it a little more fun doing it right behind his back. So does a girl get a preview?

Mike's breath caught in his throat as he read her message. The boldness of her request sent a jolt of excitement through him, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He knew he should be cautious, but the alcohol and the thrill of the moment clouded his judgment. He quickly snapped a picture of his rock-hard erection, straining against his slacks, and sent it to her.

Mike: Here you go.

His heart raced as he waited for her response. Seconds ticked by like hours, the anticipation building until he could barely stand it any longer.

Lucy: Nice, but not exactly what I was hoping for... prude lol I want something equal to what I sent.

Mike laughed out loud at her comment. He hadn't realized there was anything left in him to be considered "prude." They had flirted for years, even teased about being in the same hotel room on business trips, and had started exchanging pictures. They had never really acted on anything, though. As much as he fantasized about Lucy--and as much as it seemed she felt similarly--they both knew to not cross that line. Mike had been in a relationship for a while, and Lucy had been dating, or married to Chad, a large portion of the time he had known her.

Mike: Really??? And here I thought girls hated it when guys send that type of stuff.

Lucy: What? So I like knowing that I can turn a guy on.

Mike noted that she seemed to think highly of herself, considering her comments about being hot earlier.

Mike: If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a little narcissistic.

Lucy: Then clearly you don't know better because I am lol Yes, I turn myself on, and I'll masturbate while thinking of just me. I like hearing that you're going to go home and jack off thinking of me.

Mike: In a car with another person. I can't exactly give you the full view right now.

Lucy: Full view? So... you're packing?

Mike grinned, feeling a little proud.

Mike: Let's just say, no complaints lol I'll give you a peek if you give me one.

Lucy: I don't know, you might be surprised by the view you get...

Mike's heart raced as he read Lucy's message. His mind began to wander, imagining what Lucy might be hiding under her dress. He had seen her in a bikini, but he had never seen her completely naked. He couldn't help but wonder if she was shaved, or if she had a little landing strip. The picture she sent made it obvious that she groomed to some degree. The thought of what she might taste like and what she might feel like flooded his mind. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, straining against the fabric.

He knew he shouldn't push this any further, but he couldn't help himself. The alcohol and the heat of the moment clouded his judgment, and he felt like he was on the verge of something exciting. He typed out a message, his fingers shaking slightly.

Mike: Oh yeah? Why don't you show me then?

He hit send and waited, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at his phone. A few seconds later, a picture appeared on his screen. It was a shot up her skirt, but her thighs were pressed together. All it revealed was a small patch of smooth skin visible below her dress and above her thighs.

Lucy: Well, I think you still owe me for the video you got, so this is the best you get for now.

Mike's heart raced as he stared at the picture. It hadn't shown much, but it was enough to send his imagination into overdrive. He could see the soft, smooth skin of where her inner thighs met, glistening under the dim light of the car. In his mind, he could almost picture her hand beneath her dress, fingers parting her lips just enough to give him a teasing glimpse of what was hidden.

Mike: Damn, that's hot. You're a tease, you know that?

Sadly, the next text was a bit slow in coming, signaling that she was home. An indication that that night's game was over.

Lucy: Perhaps. Home safe and sound! Goodnight, Mike. Sweet dreams

Mike: You too, Lucy. Thanks for the drinks and the talk. Talk more soon.

Mike put his phone away and his ride pulled into his driveway a few minutes later, which was way too long, his imagination having never stopped even though the conversation did. He tried not to look too eager to get out of the car, but as soon as he was inside, he rushed up to his bedroom, his cock already rock hard in his pants. He couldn't stop thinking about Lucy, about the picture she had sent him, about the way she had talked to him. He had never known this side of her before, and it was driving him wild.

He quickly stripped off his clothes and lay down on his bed, his hand already wrapped around his cock. He started stroking himself slowly, imagining it was Lucy's hand instead of his own. He pictured her in that dress, the way it clung to her curves, the way it rode up her thighs when she sat down. He imagined what it would have been like to slide his hand up her leg, to feel the soft skin of her inner thigh, to tease her with his fingers until she was begging for more.

His strokes had gotten faster, his breathing heavier as he had lost himself in the fantasy. He had pictured her on top of him, riding him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. He could almost feel her tight, wet pussy around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He had felt himself getting close as his body tensed up and reached the edge. He was about to cum when he closed out her pictures and opened the camera, fumbling with the phone as he switched it to video. Regaining his pace, he filmed himself as he unloaded the torrent that had been building the last half of the evening.

After taking a few moments to allow himself to recover, he grabbed his phone again to review the video. He had never recorded himself like this. He had taken pictures, sure, but never a video as he came all over himself, for the sole purpose of sending it to a woman. Not allowing his brain to second guess his intentions, he quickly sent off the video, not knowing what to expect, before cleaning up and calling it a night.

As Mike woke the following morning to go about his weekend routine, he felt a strange sense of disconnect. It was as if he had woken up as a different person. The events of last night played through his mind like a never-ending highlight reel, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a touch of anxiety.

What have I done? he asked himself, stepping into the shower and letting the hot water cascade over his body. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but he couldn't shake the image of Lucy's face as she opened that last message. The video of himself going beyond what she had sent. What if she regretted sending those pictures, or asking him to send a "preview"? He wasn't sure what a preview was in her mind, but for him, that was a preview of what she could have if she wanted. But man... those pictures, he thought as his hand ventured to his own member once more.

His mind jumped from one thought to the next and he needed to find a distraction. Or a release. Deciding on the release, he entered his shower, washed up and then used his bodywash as a lube for his much needed masturbation.

Mike groaned as he wrapped his hand around his cock, the memory of Lucy in that bikini making him hard yet again. He stroked himself slowly, imagining her in the shower with him, her wet body pressed against his as they kissed deeply. That image was soon replaced by a recollection of her video, showcasing how aroused she had been and her playful comment about not loving the shower because it washed away her wetness.

The idea that she got off thinking about her own allure intensified Mike's desire. Her natural confidence had always drawn him to her, and her touch of narcissism only heightened his attraction. He had never experienced a woman like her before. As his strokes quickened, he felt himself edging closer to release.

"Fuck, Lucy," he groaned, his hips thrusting into his hand as he envisioned her pressed against the shower wall, her soft breasts smashed against the cold tile. He could almost feel her tight pussy gripping him, her inner muscles squeezing around him as he imagined pounding her from behind, her ass tilted back in a desperate attempt to keep herself wet enough to defy the relentless spray of the shower.

The memory of her masturbating in the car just to send him a video of her fingers, teasing him with the picture up her dress, pushed him over the edge. He groaned loudly, and it echoed off the tile walls. His hips jerked as he climaxed, his release splattering against the shower wall before being washed away as the water crashed into his body before splashing onto the tile. One hand braced against the tile, he hung his head, panting heavily as waves of pleasure washed over him, a mix of physical and emotional release. As watched his own cum slowly disappear, he could only think of Lucy's comment about the water washing away her slickness.

As he stepped out of the shower, a sense of unease settled over him as his hormones tried to balance themselves back out. He couldn't shake the knowledge that what had happened the night before was dangerous, both for him and for Lucy. They had crossed a line, and he wasn't sure what that meant for their friendship or his job. The silence that followed the video he had sent made him anxious, had he gone too far? As the effects of the alcohol faded, he wondered if Lucy regretted the shift in their dynamic.

With no way to address it in that moment and uncertain of her feelings, he pushed the thoughts aside and proceeded with his day. Worst-case scenario, he might see her around the office on Monday, and perhaps then, there would be a chance to talk.

Having finished a light breakfast, Mike was about to head out for a few errands when his phone chimed, signaling a new text. His heart raced as he quickly grabbed his phone, a knot of tension forming in his gut. The memory of last night's exchange with Lucy flashed through his mind again as he unlocked the screen. He hoped it was a message from her, eager to gauge how she felt now that the excitement of the night had faded into the light of day.

It was indeed a text from Lucy--the first since he had sent the video. He felt an immediate rush of relief mixed with anticipation.

Lucy: Well good morning to you too!

A wave of emotions washed over Mike as he read her words. Relief that she was reaching out at all was good, but that apparent acceptance of what he sent was even better. But a pang of desire also struck him, recalling the intensity of their interactions last night. He tried to keep his composure as he typed back.

Mike: I'm guessing you got the video I sent last night?

Lucy: Oh, I did. I didn't see it until this morning, but... let's just say it came in handy. Got my heart rate up before I even got into the gym.

Mike: Well... it only seems fair, considering the video you sent me

Lucy: Touché! But still... it was a nice surprise this morning.

Mike: I was hoping you'd think so. And I didn't want you to have to just imagine it, especially since you seemed interested in what you'd see.

Lucy: lol, true. And it did not disappoint.

Mike: Good to know! I was worried I might have taken it too far.

Lucy: No, not too far. Although I was surprised by it, and that you sent it in the first place! I never really thought you'd go through with it. Not that I'm complaining.

Lucy: After all of the flirting over the years, who would have thought it'd ever actually get to this point?

Mike: Yeah, honestly, I never thought we'd cross that line either. But I'm glad we did.

Lucy: So... what now?

Mike paused, considering how to respond. With everything still fresh in his mind and knowing she was married; he wanted to avoid putting too much pressure on their newfound connection, even though his gut urge was to suggest getting together again.

Mike: Now? Well, I guess we just keep doing what we've always done. The question is, do you want to pretend last night never happened?

Lucy: I certainly don't want to pretend it never happened. I had fun last night, more than I've had in a long time.

Mike: Me too, Lucy. Me too.

Lucy: So... what's next then?

As Mike considered the question, he immediately got another text, before he could reply

Lucy: Well, I've been sitting in my car at the gym, so I better get on with my day. Will I see you around the office on Monday?

Mike: I should be around.

Lucy: Well, dream of me till then, sweetie.

Feeling bold, Mike decided to push the conversation a little further, recalling how much Lucy seemed to enjoy the idea of being the focus of his fantasies.

Mike: Well, I already did once this morning while in the shower...

He tucked his phone away with a satisfied smile, feeling reassured that neither of them had regrets, even though the question remained unanswered of what now. As he gathered his belongings for the day and sat down to put on his shoes, the familiar chime of a new message resonated through the room, rousing excitement in him once more.

Lucy: That's so hot.

As Mike sat on his couch getting ready to go, he smiled to himself about the way the conversation had gone. Moments later he received another picture. This time, it was a picture of her wrist holding the stretch band of the waist of her workout shorts out as far as she could, while her fingers spread open the lips of her vagina. It hadn't been the greatest angle, but it was the first time he had seen a glimpse of this hidden treasure. As he zoomed in on the picture, and took in the small landing strip she had left at the top of her slit, making a mental note of the answer to the question he had asked himself the night before. The spread lips only allowed him to see her hood protecting her clit from his view at that angle. And the biggest turn on was the apparent lack of panties and the moisture that was clearly coating her. He didn't know if it was sweat or the dew of her own arousal, but he didn't really care. It was the image of seeing her wet pussy that had brought him back to full hardness.

Lucy: Best I could do while sitting a light, but hopefully it's enough for you to put to use enjoy your weekend Mike!

Mike: Well it certainly just got better... I mean holy fuck. I think my brain is operating at the capacity of a teenager right now. I hope you have a good weekend as well.

The images of Lucy occupied his mind all weekend as he tried to go about his life. He had a dating life, and a lady he had been casually seeing had hit him up at one point. They talked for a bit, but she suddenly seemed far less interesting than she used to. Thoughts of Lucy kept invading his brain during their conversation. The illicit nature of their relationship, coupled with the years of verbal foreplay, had caused everything else to feel a little duller and more mundane.

As Mike arrived at work on Monday morning, he couldn't help but scan the office for Lucy. He tried to appear casual and not like he was actively searching for her, but the truth was he was dying to know when they would have a chance to talk again. Finally, as he walked back to his desk, he spotted her heading toward her office.

"Good morning!" she greeted him cheerfully, dressed in a pinstripe suit. There was nothing overtly sexual about the outfit, but it hugged her curves in all the right places, and the stripes seemed to accentuate every area a man wasn't supposed to look. He wondered if women understood how much they highlighted certain features, especially in the crotch and backside. The stripes lined up like little arrows, pointing toward the promised land where they merged at the seams.

Mike took a moment to savor her presence. On Friday night, she had been a vision in her cocktail dress, but seeing her in her office attire ignited a different kind of thrill. The knowledge that she claimed to never wear underwear, coupled with her standing before him with only the light material of her suit pants concealing her, made the encounter even more intense.

"Good morning!" he replied, hoping to sound casual and not like someone who had spent the weekend indulging in fantasies about his coworker.

"How was your weekend? I hope it wasn't too hard on you." A smirk danced across her face as she folded her arms under her chest and glanced down, as if she could see through his desk. "I bet he had it rough," she whispered with a mischievous grin.

Mike smiled back, trying to maintain his composure. "It was fine, thanks," he said, keeping his voice steady. "Just hung out and passed the time admiring nature's beauty. You know, the usual." He wondered if she caught the double-entendre. Even saying that made his cock twitch in his pants, already semi-hard from just the sight of her and their new, daring exchange in the office. He wanted to confess how many times he'd cum while thinking about her, but with coworkers bustling around, that was a conversation better left unsaid.

Lucy grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Checking to ensure no one was within earshot, she leaned closer. "Well, I actually have to head out to meet a client, but I wanted to stop in to say good morning. I wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't avoiding you." Mike watched as she turned to leave, but stopped with her hand lingering on the doorframe. She looked back over her shoulder, her smile playful. "I'd hate for you to be preoccupied or distracted all day," she said, her glance down towards her own ass drawing his attention to the way her fitted pants accentuated her curves as she gave a playful wiggle before disappearing.

A lingering trace of her perfume once again filled the air, leaving Mike to adjust himself to hide the lingering effects she had on him before someone else wandered into his office.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of paperwork, conference calls, and meetings. He found it hard to concentrate, his mind drifting back to Lucy and their flirtatious banter. The shift in their relationship had blurred the lines between professionalism and flirtation, creating an electric energy whenever they were together.

As the day wound down, Mike found himself standing outside Lucy's office, hesitating for a moment with his hand hovering over the door handle. The setting felt more charged than it ever had before, given their recent interactions. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door after a cursory knock that was more of a token gesture than anything else. He stepped inside, eager to see where this new dynamic would take them.

Lucy was sitting at her desk, her head bent over a contract she was reviewing. When she looked up as he entered, her face broke into a wide smile. "Hey you," she said, standing to greet him.

"Hey yourself," he replied, closing the door behind him. "Busy day?" He leaned against the door, hands tucked into his pockets, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He wasn't entirely sure what excuse he had for being there, but he just wanted to be in her presence, even if it was only to briefly discuss work.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, glancing at her desk before meeting his gaze. "Not too bad, considering I had to deal with Mr. Hard-To-Please," she said. "But I hear you had a... difficult employee stringing you along as well." Her voice dripped with mock innocence as she batted her eyelashes, clearly referring to herself.

Mike chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, you mean the one who's been giving me a hard time all day?" He stepped forward, his eyes shimmering with amusement. "I think I might have found a way to keep her occupied."

Lucy's eyes widened in feigned surprise. "Oh really? And how do you plan to do that?" she asked, hands resting on her hips, a playful glint shining in her eyes.

Mike leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. "Well, I thought I'd start by--" he paused, running a finger along the edge of her desk, tracing the rounded surface before pushing against it as if testing its sturdiness. "Having some team-building exercises assigned to her," he said with a goofy smile, locking eyes with her. "Maybe I'd even assign her some mandatory overtime so she could plan some high-performing extracurricular activities," The cheesy comments flowed naturally, and before he knew it, Lucy was backed up against the desk, the space between them charged with anticipation. He could see her breath becoming shallower, and saw her cheeks flush.

She swallowed hard, her gaze darting to her feet and back to him. "And what sort of activities would those be exactly?" she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mike leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Well, maybe we'd start with something simple, like her giving a presentation on a topic of my choice. And if she did well, maybe she'd get a little reward."

He watched as Lucy's eyes widened, pupils dilating to a darker shade. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying her excitement. "A reward, huh?" she said, her voice thick with intrigue. "You know what the problem with this little plan of yours is?" she asked, slipping past him with a teasing smile, her body brushing against him as she moved.

Mike felt her warmth as she glided by, a thrill shooting through him at the contact. He turned to face her, his eyes roaming over her form, taking in the way her blouse clung to her curves, accentuating every contour.

"What's that?" he asked, unwilling to tear his gaze away from her. She moved with a confident stride, her lack of a coat and the high-waisted pants showcasing her hips beautifully. The pinstripes emphasized the rise and fall of her figure, making it clear they were only a formality when it came to revealing her shape. Even her fingers captivated him, the bright pink and white of her perfectly manicured nails contrasting against the dark mahogany of her desk.

Lucy smiled, a slow, seductive grin spreading across her face. "Well, for one thing, this particular team member doesn't take orders from you because she's not on your team," she teased, her voice playful. "And for another, I don't know that you could handle a presentation from someone of that caliber."

Stepping back behind her desk, she tilted her head ever so slightly, reaching out to run a finger down the front of his shirt, her nail tracing the line of buttons.

Mike followed the journey of her hand with rapt attention, wondering just how far she intended to take this.

"I think it might be too... stimulating for you." Her hand came to rest at his belt just as her words finished, and his breath hitched at the sudden closeness.

He felt his cock harden further at her words, blissfully unaware of whether she could see the effect she was having on him. His mind raced with vivid images of Lucy bent over her desk, her pants yanked halfway down her thighs, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure.

"Is that so?" he asked, resting both hands on her desk as he leaned in closer. Finally, he raised his eyes to meet hers again, searching for a hint of her thoughts. "And why is that exactly?"

Taking her hand back as he leaned closer, Lucy held his gaze, a playful smile dancing on her lips. She mirrored his body language, leaning over the desk just as he was. "Because I'm not one of those little bimbos you like to pick up at whatever dive bar you found them trolling," she said, her tone was seductive and teasing.

Mike felt his heart race, his hardon straining against his pants. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, to feel that enticing tension break into something electric. But he knew he couldn't, not there, not now.

Just then, a knock on her office door broke the moment, followed by the door opening. Bill, Lucy's supervisor, stepped inside. "Hey Mike, what are you doing here?" he asked, surprised to see him but unaware of the heated exchange that had just taken place. He had always known that Lucy and Mike got along well from their previous collaborations and didn't give Mike being there a second thought.

Casually straightening up, Mike replied, "Just testing her negotiation skills, and overcoming objections," flashing a smile as he reached out to shake Bill's hand.

Bill took Mike's hand and then turned back to Lucy. "I'm heading out for the day, and I'll need a summary of the meeting with your client from this morning before you leave. Think you can get it to me in the next hour or so?"

"Sure, I can have that together for you shortly," Lucy said with a nod, pulling her chair closer as she shifted back into work mode, the teasing energy dissipating from her body, but lingering in the air like an unspoken promise of a raincheck.

Bill had turned to head out of the office. "Have a good evening," he had said, with a wave over his shoulder.

Mike took that as his cue to head out as well. "You too, Bill, see you tomorrow," he replied, before turning back to Lucy. "Well, I suppose I should let you get to it then. I'll see you around," he finished and made a show of adjusting himself to try and hide the erection before stepping out into the hall.

"Good night, Mike!" she called out, with a smile in her voice, as Mike headed out of the office.

Several days passed without any further exchanges between Mike and Lucy, outside of the normal interoffice pleasantries. She had been busy, and considering the fact that she was married, he didn't want to push the envelope and overstep, regardless of how much he had enjoyed the escalation of their flirtatious dynamics. He was making a conscious effort to put a little distance between them.

While sitting at his desk, finishing up some reports, Bill walked in. "How you doing, Mike?" he asked, taking a seat in the chair across from Mike's desk.

"Hey! All good, Bill. Just wrapping up a few reports," Mike replied, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms above his head. "How's things with you?"

Bill leaned forward, resting his elbows on Mike's desk. "Actually, that was why I'm here. I'm taking a couple of weeks off."

Mike's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Good for you. When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning, actually. So, I wanted to see if you could keep an eye on things while I'm gone. It's actually a bit of a family emergency, hence the short notice," Bill answered. "But, I didn't want to leave things in the lurch. Everybody has some pans in the fire, and they're all on top of it. But you know how Lucy's been killing it lately, right?"

Mike nodded, a small sympathetic smile showing at the news of a family emergency. "Yeah, she's been on fire. I've seen her stats." He leaned forward; his interest piqued. "What do you need me to do?"

Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know it's a lot to ask, but she has a client that's just being really needy. You remember the one I asked her to email me about when you stopped in her office? Well, it's just one thing after another at the moment, and I want to make sure Lucy has all of the support and resources she needs to work them while I'm gone."

"Of course! You know I'm here for you and your team. You go take care of what you need too. I just ask you do me a favor and shoot me an email about anything I need to be aware of while you're out. I'll check in with Lucy to see what she needs from me. I'll plan to check in with you before the end of the day to make sure I've got the details of the client until you got back," Mike rattled off. "Sounded like a plan?"

Bill smiled, looking more at ease. "Thanks, Mike. I really appreciate it. I'll let you know if I think of anything else."

"No problem. Safe travels, and I hope everything goes well."

"Thanks, Mike." Bill turned and headed out of Mike's office, leaving him alone.

Mike glanced at his watch and noted it was almost noon. He wanted to talk to Lucy before she headed off to lunch.

As he walked down the hallway, he spotted Lucy at her desk, engrossed in her work as she typed away at her computer. He hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door frame.

"Hey Lucy, got a moment?" he asked, smiling as she looked up.

"Absolutely," she replied, a hint of a smile spreading across her face. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

Mike entered her office and settled into one of the chairs at her desk. "Well, I just spoke with Bill. He's heading out tomorrow for a couple of weeks, and asked me to keep an eye on things for him."

Lucy offered a friendly smile. "Yeah, he mentioned he was going to ask. It's nice of you to step in."

Mike nodded, leaning forward in his chair. "Of course. He also mentioned you have a prospective client that's been a bit needy lately. I told him I'd check in with you to see if there's anything you need from me or how I can help."

Lucy smiled, but there was a hint of weariness in her expression. "That's awfully generous of you, but I think I have everything under control." She paused, tapping her pen against her desk thoughtfully. "Although, there is one thing you can help me with..."

Mike leaned back, raising an eyebrow. "OK, whatcha got?"

She took a moment to gather her thoughts. " Well, I'm supposed to meet with this client tomorrow morning here in the office, and I need to go over the latest drafts of the contract with them. I could really use a fresh set of eyes on everything to make sure I haven't missed anything. The last thing I want is to overlook some ridiculous clause and then have to come back for revisions later."

Mike nodded and moved to lean against the window while she was talking. "Sure, I can do that." He tried to keep his voice steady, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with her. "When do you want to go over them? Tomorrow morning before your meeting?"

Lucy glanced at her calendar showing the meeting in the morning. "Actually, I was thinking today. I want to ensure I have enough time to make any changes if I need to. Are you able to stay late tonight? I can order food since I'll be keeping you from any dinner plans you might have."

Mike smiled, pushing off from the window frame and heading toward the door. "Sounds good. I'll be here. See you later this afternoon." He paused for a moment. "Is there anything I need to know before we review them?"

Lucy filled him in on the details of the issues they were addressing, and they agreed he would return to her office at 4:30 to get started.

After wrapping up his own reports and reviewing the email Bill had eventually sent with all the necessary information, Mike made his way to Bill's office. He wanted to discuss what Lucy was working on and what he needed to track for oversight during Bill's absence.

Any needed conversations with Bill addressed, Mike headed back to Lucy's office as discussed and found her finishing up a phone call. When she waved him in, he entered her office and closed the door behind him, taking a seat across from her. He couldn't help but notice her hair was let down now, and she had kicked off her heels as she curled her feet underneath her chair. She looked a bit disheveled, but it happens, he thought.

"Everything going ok?" Mike asked when she finished her call, taking in the sight of her for the first time since he had seen her earlier. He noticed the sight of her cleavage as she leaned across the desk to reach for her laptop.

"So far, so good. I think I have a good handle on this, but I don't want to mess it up. The client wants to review the revisions to the contract tomorrow morning, and I want to make sure I haven't overlooked anything. I just want to ensure there are no conflicts on our end." Lucy shuffled through the paperwork and slid it across the desk towards him, and then turned her laptop.

"Here's all the notes on the contract, along with the revisions we've made so far and the key issues the client has been stressing." She paused, taking a moment to look at him. "I really appreciate your help on this, Mike. I know you aren't really prepared for this meeting, but I'd love to get your input on it." She took a moment before she leaned back in her chair. "I'll order the food while you take a look at everything."

"No worries, and sounds good," Mike replied, as he went back and forth between her laptop and the stack of papers.

For the next couple of hours, Mike and Lucy chatted, ate, and reviewed the materials. As they worked, they got closer and closer, until they were both leaning over the desk. Mike felt like their faces were just inches apart by the time they had gone over every last clause.

He could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, her body so close to his that he could feel the heat radiating off of her. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but it became increasingly difficult with her this close, and his recent thoughts only intensified the building pressure in his groin.

Lucy leaned back in her chair slightly, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn. "I think that's everything," she said, her voice soft. "Thanks for your help, Mike. I really appreciate it."

Mike nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "No problem, I'm glad I could help. I really think you have everything covered though. You just needed to make sure you keep the focus on those key points when you talk with them tomorrow morning, and you should be golden. I'm sure this'll go off without a hitch."

Lucy nodded and stood up, stretching her body out. "I hope so," she said, a small smile on her face. "I could really use a win with this client," she finished.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?" Mike asked, pushing her laptop back toward her, signaling that he was done with the contract.

He couldn't help but appreciate the view as she stepped aside and bent down to pick up her laptop bag from the floor next to the cabinets behind her. It gave him a sight worthy of admiration, showcasing her backside, as her pencil skirt pulled taught over her ass. All he could think of was that there was a high probability that she wore nothing under that skirt.

Lucy stood back up and turned to face him, a wistful look on her face. "Well, I was thinking I'd go home, soak in a nice warm bubble bath, maybe read a good book, and have a glass of wine..." She let out a small moan. "It sounds good to just relax before tomorrow morning."

"That does sound nice," Mike said, his voice low. He couldn't help but imagine Lucy in the bathtub, her body covered in bubbles, a glass of wine in one hand--but it wasn't a book that filled the other. He felt his cock stir in his pants at the thought.

Lucy smiled, a knowing look in her eye. "Right?" Her voice was almost a purr.

"Chad isn't waiting for you to get home so he can dote on you?" he asked, curious if there had been any change since their last intimate interaction in this very office, leaning over this very desk.

"Not tonight. I mean, he's home, I'm sure, but the last I knew, when I called him this afternoon, he was just going to be watching a game," she replied, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Well, I can't match the bubble bath, but if you're up for it after all of this," Mike said, brandishing his arm over the papers stacked neatly on her desk, "I can grab a couple of glasses and a bottle from my office to celebrate a job well done."

Lucy looked at him, considering the offer before she smiled. "That sounds amazing. I could use a stiff drink after all of this."

Mike nodded, standing up. "Give me a moment, and I'll be right back." As he walked out of her office, he glanced back at her, noticing she had pulled out her phone. He headed to his office, hung his suit coat on one of the chairs at his desk, and walked over to grab a couple of bottles and glasses.

Arriving back at her office, Mike found her standing at the window, looking out. He took advantage of the view, subtly admiring the curve of her hips showcased in her pencil skirt and the way the fabric clung to her thighs. His cock stirred in his pants at the sight of her as she turned to face him, her arms folded under her chest.

"Here you go," Mike said, holding up a bottle of whiskey and tequila, along with two glasses. Lucy raised an eyebrow and smiled as she took the glass he offered.

"Thanks," she said, taking a sip of the tequila, her tongue darting out to lick a drop from her lips.

Mike watched as she licked her lips, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. He quickly looked away, taking a swig of his own drink to try to hide his reaction.

A smirk crossed Lucy's lips as he walked over to the window, looking out at the city below.

"It's a beautiful view," he said, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Are you referring to me or what's outside?" she asked, teasing him.

"Both," Mike replied with a chuckle, looking over at her with a smirk. He took another sip of his drink and leaned back against the wall by the window. "But I mean, push comes to shove, I prefer this view over the one outside."

"Is that so?" Lucy asked with a chuckle, rolling her eyes. "And why's that?"

"Because this view is so much more... stimulating," he replied with a grin, making an attempt to feed her vanity, recalling her text where she embraced her own narcissism.

Lucy's eyebrows raised in surprise, a playful glint in her eyes. "Stimulating, huh? And what exactly about this view stimulates you, Mike?" she asked, her voice teasing. Taking the last sip of her drink, she moved back to the desk, reaching over to refresh her glass.

Mike took in the wonderful view of her from behind once again. The whiskey, which was slowing his reaction time, allowed Lucy to turn and catch him still looking at her ass before he finally raised his eyes.

"Admiring the view again? Or lost in thought once more?" she asked with a smirk calling him out on catching him staring at her ass yet again. She brought her glass to her lips and took another sip. The seemingly innocuous motion was as sensual as he could imagine. Her soft, inviting lips glistened as they parted slightly to accommodate the rim of the glass. As she tilted it, her mouth enveloped the rim, drawing his attention to the delicate curve of her lips, painted a rich, deep red. Her mouth created a pursed 'O,' revealing a hint of her tongue as it became bathed in the amber liquid. When she removed the glass, traces of fluid lingered on her lips, catching the light before her tongue delicately snaked out to capture the last lingering drops. He wanted nothing more than to taste the alcohol from her lips himself.

A flush crossed Mike's face as he tried to regain his composure. Eventually, he responded, "No, just checking to see if you were lying to me."

"Lying to you? About what?" Lucy asked, her expression confused as her head tilted.

Raising his glass to his face, he swirled the last of what was left. "About not wearing panties," he grinned behind his glass as he emptied it.

A quick burst of laughter escaped her as she set her glass back on the desk, her face flushing slightly. "And? No panty lines were there!" she said, the words coming out as a statement rather than a question.

Stepping over to the desk and reaching around her, he grabbed the whiskey and refilled his glass. "Well, to be fair, your blouse could be hiding a thong." He set the bottle back down, and with a dismissive tone, he added, "So for all I know, you could've lied," before stepping back again.

Lucy laughed again, a playful sparkle in her eye. "A thong, huh? You know you saw no signs of a thong," she replied with a smirk.

" All I know is that I saw the hem of your blouse under the skirt. And that could've been hiding a panty line," Mike retorted, goading her for fun. He hadn't noticed if her blouse showed through or not; he was strictly focused on how she looked in that skirt. The high waist emphasized her narrowness before flaring over her hips as she had bent over. The stiffer material appeared to strain to maintain its structure as it stretched tightly over the two rounded cheeks of her ass, their fullness pressing against it, juxtaposed with the absence down the middle. Given the taut nature of the skirt, especially when it was pulled across her, it made sense that her blouse could have shown through.

He was just teasing her, and he watched as Lucy's eyes narrowed, as if he had just challenged her. "Are you calling me a liar? Do you really think this thin little blouse is enough to keep you from being able to tell whether or not I'm wearing panties?" She stood a bit straighter now, one hand placed on her hip. It was hard to tell if it was out of defiance or confidence, but either way, how she cocked that hip and slightly bent her opposing knee exuded a certain sensuality from her stance.

Mike shrugged a shoulder, continuing to hide behind his glass. Whiskey dripped past his lips as he held the glass to his mouth without actually drinking.

Holding his gaze, Lucy slowly turned to face away from him. Setting her glass down on the desk, she braced one hand against the warm surface, never breaking eye contact. She bit her bottom lip to suppress the grin spreading across her mouth while her free hand made its way up her hip until it gripped the light material of her blouse.

Mike's eyes widened as he took in the sight unfolding before him. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his body reacting to her proximity and the challenge in her voice. Lowering the glass from his mouth, he looked into her eyes. She was clearly putting on a show for him. He didn't know if it was to tease him or to prove a point, but he wasn't complaining. If she wanted to perform for him, the least he could do was show his appreciation. He made no attempt to hide the look in his eyes or the fact that his cock was already hard and straining against his pants, desperate to be freed. He watched, barely breathing, as she slowly tugged at her blouse, untucking it from under her skirt.

"Do I really need to do this to prove it to you? Do I really need to show you that I'm not wearing any panties at all?" Lucy's voice was a breathy whisper laced with amusement.

Mike's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, his mouth suddenly dry. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Well, I mean, if you really feel the need to prove yourself," he said, his voice trailing off.

Lucy smirked, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Oh, I do, Mike," she replied. She lowered her voice to a quiet sultry tone. "I really, really do."

Mike nodded, his heart racing. His imagination could feel the heat radiating off her body, her scent filling his nostrils. He sensed goosebumps rising on his skin, grateful for the long sleeves that kept him from giving away any visceral reactions to her motions. There was a faint tremble in her hands as she continued to lift her blouse.

An imperceptible shiver ran down his spine as the fabric found freedom from the skirt, revealing just a sliver of skin from her waistline. Her hand continued to move around to the back as it freed the remaining portions of the blouse until it was fully untucked.

He swallowed again, his heart rate quickening at her brazen exhibitionism. He took a step forward as she slowly raised the hem of her blouse. The waistband of her skirt was taut, and the way it hugged her curves almost made Mike forget to breathe as he waited for her to reveal herself, to prove that she had been bare beneath her skirt all day.

Lucy bent a bit further, pulling the material even tighter against her skin, allowing Mike an unobstructed view he had never had to this degree. His breath came in ragged gasps as he took in the sight of her.

"Do you see any signs of a panty line, Mike?" she whispered, her voice thick and heady.

Hearing her speak snapped him back to the moment, and he looked up at her face. Mike shook his head, his breath coming in short gasps. "No," he breathed, unable to stop his eyes from roaming over the pure sensuality displayed before him, eventually returning to her ass. "No, I don't see any panty lines," he clarified. He felt his cock swelling to its limits as it twitched. Her face was no longer looking at him as he devoured her with his eyes. His gaze followed the small exposed portion of the valley that traversed the length of her spine, nestled between the muscles on either side until it disappeared under the hem of her skirt. He imagined traveling the tunnel it created until he reached its ultimate destination.

He was desperate to take her, to claim her, to bury himself inside her. A flicker of rational thought tried to assert itself as he made half-hearted attempts to lighten the mood. "You know, Lucy," he said, his voice low and husky, which did nothing to convey the humor he intended. "As your boss right now, I should probably reprimand you for such unprofessional behavior in the workplace." He couldn't help but smirk as he stepped closer to her, his eyes raking over her body.

A pouty look appeared on her face. "You think I'm being unprofessional?" she feigned hurt. "What kind of punishment do you have in mind, boss?" she asked, planting both hands on the desk and giving a subtle wiggle of her hips.

Mike felt his heart pounding as he leaned in closer to her. Without warning, he delivered a quick but firm smack to her ass. The sound of the contact echoed through the room. Lucy gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, and shot upright, but her lips curled into a wicked smile. "I can't believe you did that! You know corporal punishment is a clear violation of company policies, right?" she teased, her voice breathless and her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mike smiled, his hand still stinging from the force of the slap. "And haven't we already established that this is an HR-free zone?" he affirmed, surprising even himself with how bold he had been. He intended to tease her, to make her squirm, but the sight of her supple ass, ripe and firm, begged to be spanked, and he acted on impulse. He watched as she attempted to rub the sting out of her own ass.

"I don't even remember the last time someone had the nerve to spank me," she commented.

"Well, it's not my fault Chad hasn't been doing his job, then, is it?" Mike replied, a smile on his face as he leaned back against the window frame.

"Chad who?" Lucy quipped with a laugh.

Mike's eyebrows shot up, not expecting that response from her. "So, am I going to be the one to fill in for his shortcomings?" he asked, feeling more confident and making no effort to hide his appreciative gaze. "I mean, there's no justification in my mind for leaving you unsatisfied." Without realizing it, he closed some of the distance between them once more, standing over her.

"And you think you're the guy to make sure I'm satisfied, huh?" Her tone was teasing, but her breath was quickening, evidenced by the rise and fall of her blouse against her chest.

Mike swallowed hard; his eyes roamed over her body, taking in the upper swells of her breasts as he stood over her. "I think I am. And based on that video you sent the last time we had a drink, just the thought of me did wonders for you." He looked into Lucy's eyes and could see her pupils dilating as he spoke. "As hot as you are, if Chad doesn't fulfill his husbandly duties, someone's certainly going to try to do it for him. Maybe he just needs to be shown the proper way," his last comment slipping out before he could reign it in.

Lucy's eyes flew open, bouncing back and forth between his. She licked her lips, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I thought I had a high opinion of myself." The way her tongue darted across her lips made his pants feel unusually tight. "And just how would that go, exactly? You showing him the proper way to satisfy me?"

Lucy asked, her breath catching as she looked up at him. Mike saw the desire in her eyes, and he knew she wanted this as much as he did. He reached out, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb before cupping her cheek.

"Maybe it would start something like this," Mike began, leaning in closer to Lucy until his face was just inches from hers. He could feel her breath on his skin, see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. " Maybe I'd start by asking him how fucking blind he is if he can't appreciate the way you look, the way you carry yourself. How every curve of your body seems to be designed just to drive men wild with desire." His goal was to feed into her narcissism, telling her she's the goddess every woman should strive to be.

Lucy's eyes widened at Mike's words, her breath hitching in her throat. "And what else?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"Maybe I'd tell him how I love the way your ass looks in that skirt," Mike stated, his gaze drifting down to her hips, leaning slightly to the side as if trying to get a view behind her. "How I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to grab it, to squeeze it, to feel your soft flesh yielding as I sink my teeth into it."

Lucy's cheeks flushed as she shifted her weight, her breath becoming less consistent. "And then?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe I'd make him watch as I run my hands up your thighs, teasing you with my fingers, slipping them underneath your skirt, feeling the heat of your skin against mine," Mike said, his own heart racing. "Maybe I'd tell him how good you taste as I bury my face between your thighs and make you scream my name."

Lucy's eyes were hooded, her body trembling. "And then?" she breathed, barely able to get the words out.

"Maybe I'd show him how I make you do what I want and make you mine right in front of him," Mike continued, his voice thick with desire. "I could show him exactly what you need, how to give it to you, exactly how to make you come undone in my arms."

"And then?" she whispered, her voice almost a moan.

"Instead of 'And then,'" Mike answered, his lips brushing against her cheek, his breath tickling her neck, "maybe I should fuck you senseless, right here in this office, on this very desk. Fuck you so hard that I have to put a gag in your mouth so no one can hear you scream my name."

As he whispered those words into her ear, he noticed how her breathing caught, how her cheeks flushed with arousal. He could feel the heat radiating off her, her breath quickening with each word he uttered. But then, as if by some cruel twist of fate, her phone suddenly came to life.

The ringtone cut through the moment, causing Lucy to jump; Mike did as well. Straightening up, he stepped away from her as she reached for her phone, still panting slightly.

"Hello?" she answered, her breath shaky. She listened for a moment, her eyes meeting Mike's with a hint of frustration in her gaze. "I'll be leaving in just a few minutes, I'm basically on my way." A moment later, she hung up and let out a sigh. "That was Chad. He wanted to know when I'd be home."

Mike nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course, it's pretty late."

Lucy sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I need to get going. Raincheck on the rest of that conversation though?" She gave him a playful smile, her hand resting on her hip.

Mike nodded again, disappointment evident in his voice. "Yeah, of course. I'll walk you out." He stepped aside, more symbolically than anything else, given that when he backed up after the phone rang, it had left her plenty of room. She gathered her things and led the way out of her office, avoiding eye contact with him. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him at her reluctance to look his way.

As they walked down the hall toward the elevator, Mike couldn't help stealing glances at Lucy. Her body language had shifted--her shoulders were tense, and she moved more quickly. He wondered if she was as disappointed as he was that they had been interrupted.

The moment had been building, and he knew it. He was fully prepared to take the risk. He had never felt such an intense connection with anyone in his life. It wasn't just the physical attraction that drew him in; it was her whole attitude and approach to challenges. It was the way she carried herself with the confidence of someone who thought highly of herself and wouldn't let others dictate her worth.

As they approached her car, Lucy turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "Thank you for your help today, Mike," she said softly. "I really appreciate it. And thanks for going over the contracts with me earlier."

Nodding once more, Mike offered her a slight smile. "I'm always here to help."

Lucy moved to open her car door and slip inside while Mike held it open, ready to close it once she was fully in. But before she pulled her left leg clear of the door, she turned to look at Mike. Her eyes were bright, filled with a heat that matched his own. "Don't think I've forgotten what you said," she murmured, her eyes locked on his. "About how you'd show Chad how to satisfy me. I haven't forgotten a word of it, Mike. And I won't forget it. Who knows, maybe one day I'll hold you to it," she finished, casting a brief glance toward his groin and giving him a wink.

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through him, his cock twitching in his pants. He swallowed hard, his heart racing with relief that she wasn't feeling the guilt he had expected. "I won't forget either, Lucy," he said, his voice low and filled with intent. "I don't think I could, even if I wanted to."

A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good," she replied in a husky whisper. "Because I'll be thinking of it tonight. Every. Single. Word."

With that, she set her purse on the passenger seat, deliberately looking away from Mike. He closed her door, sensing that this conversation was over for the night, leaving him standing there, heart pounding, his cock beginning to strain against the confines of his boxer briefs yet again. He watched as she started the car and pulled away until she turned the corner and disappeared from view.

Letting out a long breath, he ran a hand over his face, thinking back to the moment they had shared inside. He hadn't intended for things to go that far, fully aware of the risks of flirting with a coworker, but he couldn't help himself. There was something about Lucy that drew him in, a magnetic pull he found impossible to resist. Noticing how stroking her ego seemed to rev her up only made it harder to hold back.

Returning to her office to clean up, he collected the barware, washed the glasses in the break room, and then returned everything to his office. His mind was filled with images of Lucy as he considered her brazenness, confidence, and above all her body. He had never been with someone so bold and unapologetic. The erection still twitched in his pants, a constant reminder of his aching, unsatisfied desire.

After taking a moment to sit at a small table off to the side in his office, he reflected on the exchange that had unfolded that night. His mind replayed their conversation, the flirtatious banter, and the unexpected turn it had taken. He couldn't shake the image of Lucy lifting her blouse to prove she wasn't wearing any panties. The rigidity of his rod pulsed at the memory, and he knew he wouldn't be able to let this go without some form of release.

Suddenly, he heard someone on the phone further down the corridor, and the rashness of their near encounter struck him. They had been wrapped up in their own little bubble, oblivious to the fact that others might still be working late, too. Gathering his things from his desk, he decided it was time to head out for the night.

As he walked to his car, he pulled out his phone to text Lucy.

Mike: Hey. I know you only had a couple of drinks, but let me know when you make it home, just so I know.

Once he settled into his car and prepared to back out, he heard his phone chime.

Lucy: Almost home already. Just sitting at a light, but I'll text when I'm not driving anymore to let you know when I'm there.

The memory of the last time she had texted him at a light rushed through his mind--the limited view he'd gotten of her pussy as she held her pants out and her lips open. He shook off the memory, reminding himself he needed to focus on driving.

Mike: Hey, here's a fun fact. Apparently, someone else was still in the office the whole time.

Not waiting for a response, he pulled out and started his drive home. About halfway there, his car informed him he had a new text from Lucy, which it read aloud.

Lucy: I'm safe and sound. And yeah, it was Dan in accounting. I heard him a few times when he was on the phone with someone. You didn't notice his car in the parking lot? Heading inside now.

The realization that he had been so utterly unaware of Dan's presence emphasized just how caught up in the moment he'd been. He continued the conversation during his drive home.

Mike: Wow, I totally missed all of that. Guess I was a little preoccupied at the moment. That could've gone badly.

Lucy: Don't worry, I'm nearly positive he never heard a word he shouldn't have. Makes the memory all the more fun though, doesn't it? Now that it's over and you know how close you were to being caught spanking a subordinate you're supposed to be taking care of?

Mike's eyebrows shot up as he read her response, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He had always been a sucker for her playful nature and the excitement she found in the moment.

Mike: Always the tease, aren't you? I mean, you can't just untuck your blouse and bend over like a little slut in front of your boss and not expect consequences.

This was the first time he'd referred to her as a slut, and he didn't know how she would take it. As soon as he hit send, he questioned his decision. What if she didn't appreciate it? The trace amounts of alcohol still in his system, along with the overabundance of hormones from the night, had clouded his judgment.

He'd trusted that their years of playful banter gave him some leeway, but after about ten minutes passed without a reply, he began to second-guess himself. Knowing it was too late to take it back, he went through his evening routine, knowing it was too late to do anything now. Just as he finished, his heart skipped a beat at the sound of his phone.

Picking it up and swiping to check her message, he let out a low groan as he held back the urge to pleasure himself, his free hand instinctively moving to squeeze his hardening cock.

Lucy: Who? Me? Am I? No... Do you mean to tell me that just because I try to prove I'm not a liar to my interim boss by bending over like this, it's enough to warrant punishment?

The picture that accompanied the text was a profile view of her bent at the hips, with an exaggerated arch in her back. Her full, round ass was on display, bare and brightly illuminated by her bathroom lights. The angle framed her from her lower abdomen through her middle back and down to her upper thighs.

The room's bright light made her skin seem vibrant, and the curve of her ass was highlighted perfectly. The flawlessly smooth texture of her skin was a focal point for him, and the playful smirk on her face told Mike she was enjoying this.

His eyes drank in every detail of the image, and the sight of Lucy's bare ass sent his cock back to full hardness in an instant. He felt desperate for release, heart racing and breath quickening as he stared at the picture. The teasing that had escalated all night left his mind racing. Images of being behind her, gripping her hips, and thrusting into her filled his mind, sending a jolt of electricity straight through him. He couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips.

Mike: Yes, it does. The office is not the place to present yourself like a bitch in heat, especially knowing there are other people still working who could hear or walk in at any moment. No matter how good you look when you do it.

Lucy: Well then, I guess I do deserve a spanking. But just know that I can be a good little slut as long as it's worth my while. ;) Good night, Mike. Time for my beauty sleep before my meeting in the morning. Don't ruin your phone, lol

Mike: Night.

All the blood had rushed south, causing the gears in Mike's brain to seize up and leaving him unable to formulate a coherent response. He could've hammered nails with how hard he was, and his mind swam with the image of Lucy's ass, a smirk undoubtedly plastered on her face as she took the picture, fully aware of the effect it would have on him. He couldn't hold back any longer; he needed release, and he needed it right then.

Not bothering to move from the bathroom sink, he yanked his underwear down to his thighs, freeing his cock. He took it in his hand, stroking it firmly while hunched over the counter, eyes locked onto the screen. A groan escaped him as he embraced the sensation, his balls already drawn tight, ready for that ultimate release. He couldn't shake the image of her in that ridiculously bikini, her breasts practically spilling out and leaving nothing to the imagination--except for the details of her nipples.

With those images flashing through his mind, his fist flew up and down his shaft, chasing the release that had been building all night. The familiar tingle rose at the base of his spine, a sign he was getting close. His balls tightened, drawing up toward his body as his hips began to rock in sync with his strokes. He was nearly there, on the brink of the climax his body craved.

His free hand moved to cup his balls, giving them a firm squeeze as his index and thumb pinched the base of his shaft. The precum that leaked profusely allowed his hand to glide effortlessly along his length, each stroke quickening in pace. His focus sharpened as he concentrated on the crown and the sensitive frenulum directly beneath. His eyes squinted but never left the picture still displayed on his phone; in his mind, he pictured one hand tangled in her hair while the other smacked her ass as he took her from behind.

As his pelvic floor muscles contracted, they reached the point of no return. He released his grip on the base of his cock, feeling his cum surge up its length. He continued to stroke furiously through his orgasm, breathless and braced against the counter as waves of pleasure washed over him.

Moments later, panting and leaning heavily against the cool surface, he took a moment to regain his composure. Jesus, I need to go on a date before I make myself go blind, he mused, recalling the old myth from his youth. After cleaning up, he headed to bed, exhausted, his mind too tired to form a coherent thought.

The next morning, after clearing any emails that had come in overnight, Mike settled into the office for the day. Once he was sure there was nothing pressing, he made his way down to see Lucy, checking to ensure she was set for her meeting and if she needed anything more. Compartmentalization was one of Mike's strong suits; he knew how to push aside the personal to focus on the professional.

As he walked into her office, he embodied professionalism, quickly reviewing any details and running through potential objections she might encounter. The moment between them from the night before lingered in the air, but for now, it was all about business.

"You've got this," Mike said, giving the doorframe a light tap. He didn't want to interrupt, but he wanted to offer that last bit of encouragement and let her know he was in her corner. "You know where I'll be if you need anything." He winked and closed the door behind him.

A while later, he spotted Lucy walking the clients out. The energy seemed good; the meeting had clearly gone well. She glanced at him and gave him a subtle nod, which he took as a thumbs-up. After giving her a few minutes, he walked back to her office.

"Well?" he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Lucy smiled and sank back into her chair. "It went well. They want to review the fine print, but it sounds like it's a go."

"That's great, Lucy! You know how to handle them," Mike praised, genuinely pleased with the outcome.

"Thanks, Mike. I couldn't have done it without your help," Lucy replied, giving him a warm and sincere smile.

"That's what I'm here for, making sure you're always at the top of your game. And trust me, this deal is in the bag," he waved off her thanks with a grin.

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully. "It's not done until the last contract is signed. You taught me that."

Mike pushed off from the doorframe and stepped toward her desk. "Did I? Huh, that sounds too pessimistic to be me. My money's on it being a done deal," he said, but he knew it sounded like something he'd say.

He sat down at her desk as she stood up, her energy noticeably lighter, an extra bounce in her step as she paced her office. "Well, I do have a couple of good mentors," she said, her appreciation evident. "And I appreciate all your help. Really, I can't say thank you enough."

Clearly, she wouldn't be productive with the way she was buzzing with excitement. "Lucy," he said, trying to grab her attention. "Lucy!" When that didn't work, he chuckled to himself before stepping directly into her path.

He extended his arms and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, blocking her path. "Lucy!" he called again, and her eyes finally snapped up to meet his. He beamed at her. "Go home."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Go home? What do you mean?" she asked not comprehending.

He chuckled again, his smile warm and encouraging. "Yes, go home, Lucy. Take the day to celebrate. Tell Chad to take you out or something. You did a fantastic job, and there's nothing urgent that can't wait a day."

She blinked at him, processing his words, and after a beat, the realization seemed to dawn. "Your right?" she said. "I know Chad can't take off, but that doesn't mean I can't treat myself, right?"

"Absolutely," he nodded. "Now go on, get out of here."

To his surprise, she suddenly wrapped him in a big hug. "Thanks again, Mike"

To his surprise, she suddenly wrapped him in a big hug. It felt as though she was melting into him as the warmth of her embrace enveloped him. He held her for a moment, swaying slightly as though they were both caught in a comforting rhythm. It was an embrace steeped in gratitude, a fleeting moment of genuine human connection. He hugged her tighter, sensing that she needed it.

When she finally began to release him, he let her go, returning her radiant smile. As she turned to collect her things, he headed back toward his office, feeling a mix of warmth and concern.

With Lucy's clients satisfied, Mike spent the next few days ensuring his own team was set, tackling tasks that Bill had emailed him about. Lucy kept busy, and once again, their conversations dwindled. When they did have moments to chat, she seemed more standoffish than usual.

Not wanting to overstep, he refrained from probing. Even if there was something going on with her, he needed to accept her at face value. Regardless of what had happened--or almost happened--between them, she was still married, and that reality shaped their interactions. He prided himself on his ability to compartmentalize; one aspect of their relationship didn't have to bleed into the other.

A week had passed since Lucy met with the prospective clients when Mike learned they had sent over the signed contracts. He wanted to be present when she received the news, so he made his way to the admin office to collect the contract. When he saw Lucy returning from lunch a bit later, he wrapped up an email, grabbed the folder, and headed towards her office.

She was at her desk, apparently checking emails. He knocked lightly on her door before stepping inside. "Sorry to bother you, but I need you to process this contract right away," he said, tossing the folder gently onto her desk.

As she picked it up, confusion flickered across her face. Opening the folder, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she leaped from her seat. With a squeal of excitement, she ran over and hugged him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. She bounced in place, and her joy was contagious.

Lucy hadn't actually said a word yet, so he chuckled. "Ok, ok, ok! Lucy, please," he laughed, instinctively placing his hands on her hips to gently push her back. When she finally let him go and looked at the file still in her hand, he smiled at her enthusiasm. "Good job, Lucy. I told you it was in the bag. You can email Bill to let him know. I'm sure he'll want to congratulate you when he gets back on Monday."

With one last smile, he turned and left her office, feeling a wave of satisfaction for her newfound success.

Returning to his office, Mike closed the door, needing a moment to collect himself. Of course, he was happy for Lucy, but the memory of her pressed against him, bouncing with joy, her body sliding against his, was hard to shake. The thin fabric of her blouse had given way to the unmistakable sensation of her nipples, hardened with excitement, brushing against him as she celebrated her success. He fought to suppress the arousal that surged within him at such an innocent gesture.

He had been making a conscious effort to keep a healthy distance from her, but with that hug weighing on his mind, it wasn't easy to keep his thoughts in check. There had been a tension between them lately, a pull that was difficult to ignore. He wasn't married and had no idea what she was going through, but his feelings for her were becoming increasingly complicated.

Sitting at his desk, he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside him. Jesus, she was going to be the death of him. He had never reacted to a woman like this before, drawn in so powerfully that even a simple hug left him flustered and unable to think straight. He shook his head, letting out a frustrated laugh at himself. He was getting nothing done.

Deciding he needed a break, he stepped away from his office and treated himself to a rare lunch out. He was usually a workhorse, rarely taking time away, but today felt different.

It was the following Saturday afternoon, and he found himself at lunch with a client, renegotiating a contract. While he'd rather not be working on the weekend, these types of meetings were infinitely more enjoyable than sitting in a stuffy conference room. Casual conversations over good food and drinks on a patio were a welcome change.

As they joked and exchanged playful jabs over the details of the contract, Mike's phone vibrated, seeking his attention. He chose to ignore the distraction, thinking it might be a text that could wait. But when it buzzed again, and then again, he excused himself from the table, apologizing for the interruption.

Making his way away from the noise of their conversation, he swiped through his notifications and saw that the messages were from Lucy. A slight frown crossed his face as curiosity gnawed at him. Opening the texts, he saw they were of a personal nature, an invitation to dinner. Yet he didn't read them in detail, quickly tucking his phone away as he made his way back to the table, trying to mask the flutter of anticipation building inside him.

He rushed through the rest of the meeting, not fighting as hard for the deal as he normally would have, but considering the rapport they had built with the client, it didn't seem out of line. He probably conceded more than he should've, but nothing of real consequence.

Once he got into his car, though, he felt the urge to peel back the layers of the messages. Grabbing his phone, he reopened the texts, eager and anxious to see what Lucy wanted to discuss over dinner.

Lucy: Hey Mike, I'm really sorry I was so excited the other day that I didn't even thank you. So, thank you!

Lucy: Anyway, Chad and I would love to invite you over for dinner tonight as a thank you for everything, if you're up for it.

Lucy: You don't have to. I don't want you to feel obligated of course. I know it's last minute and you probably already have plans.

With the way things had been going, Mike hadn't expected Lucy to invite him over for dinner with her and Chad. The little voice in his head reminded him of her earlier comment: "Who knows, maybe one day I'll hold you to it." He reasoned that it would be rude to decline what seemed to be a genuine olive branch, but he couldn't shake the feeling that things could get awkward quickly.

Mike: I'd love to come over for dinner. What time did you have in mind?

Lucy: How about 7:00?

Mike: Sounds great. I'll see you at 7.

Lucy: Looking forward to it.

Mike started his car, mentally mapping out a couple of errands he needed to run before heading home to prepare.

When he arrived at Lucy's house, he was just a few minutes late. The warm summer evening embraced him, and the sun was still lingering in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything.

Standing at the front door, he pushed the doorbell, the sound echoing through the quiet air. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Lucy with a wide, welcoming smile. She looked effortless yet stunning, dressed in a light sundress that hugged her curves just right, her hair cascading in soft waves and her makeup subtly enhancing her features.

"Hey, Mike! Come on in," she said, stepping aside to invite him in.

"Thanks for having me over," Mike replied as he stepped inside, the aroma wafting from the kitchen was delightful. "It smells amazing in here."

Lucy laughed softly. "Chad's been cooking all afternoon. He's really excited to have you over," she explained, leading him into the living room.

"Yeah, I remember you saying how much he likes to cook," Mike said, his gaze wandering around the room. The space was tidy and decorated in a modern style, with personal touches that reflected their lives together. A few framed pictures caught his eye, showing Lucy and Chad smiling, radiating happiness.

"Can I get you a drink?" Lucy asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.

"Sure, whatever you're having is fine," he replied, taking a seat in one of the plush chairs in the living room, feeling his heart race, an unexpected thrill coursing through him at being in her home.

As he settled in, he couldn't help but acknowledge the tension in the air. He had walked into their home as a friend, but the familiarity made his pulse quicken. Would tonight blur those lines they had been carefully walking? The thought would've never crossed his mind had she not made those comments in the parking lot at work when he walked her out.

Lucy returned a moment later, balancing two tall, slender glasses filled with a translucent liquid garnished with a slice of lime and a sprig of mint. She handed one to Mike before taking a seat on the couch opposite him.

Mike eyed the drink with curiosity as Lucy seemed to read his thoughts. "Mojito," she said with a smile. "It's kind of warm out, and I've been lounging outside enjoying the weather. I like to sip on these occasionally; they make me feel like I'm on a little vacation when the weather's just right."

Mike chuckled, taking a sip of the refreshing drink. "I get it, it's refreshing," he said, surprised he'd never tried one before.

As he savored the mojito, Chad walked into the room with a big grin plastered on his face. Mike stood, extending his hand. Chad grabbed it and pulled him in for a half-hug, giving him a friendly pat on the back.

"How ya been, buddy?" Chad asked, his voice buoyant as he reached out to shake Mike's hand.

"Good, man! And you?" Mike replied, capturing his hand in his own.

"Really good! Thanks for everything with Lucy, man. I can't tell you how much she appreciated your help," Chad said, his trademark big smile lighting up the room.

The three of them engaged in idle chit-chat, catching up and exchanging stories, until Chad announced it was almost time for dinner. He suggested they eat outside on the patio to enjoy the sunset.

Mike followed them outside and settled into a heavy, tiled patio table as Chad gathered the food. Lucy brought out drinks, pouring water and wine and grabbing a cold beer for Chad before joining Mike on the other side of the table.

"Would you like something else to drink, Mike?" she asked, her eyes sparkling in the fading light.

"No, wine and water works for me," he replied, grateful for the options.

Dinner unfolded nicely. The conversation flowed easily, with heavy pours of wine making everything feel even more relaxed. They enjoyed watching the transition from sunset to dusk, the colors painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. As the air cooled slightly, the alcohol kept them feeling cozy, and Mike welcomed the drop in temperature, savoring the gentle evening breeze.

Looking over at Chad and Lucy, it was hard to believe there had ever been any issues in their relationship. They looked at each other lovingly, gave light touches, an arm around her, a hand of hers seemingly on his thigh. Mike was glad to see that maybe things were going better for Lucy, even if it did leave him with a pang of jealousy.

The rum from the earlier mojitos, coupled with the wine, certainly helped to assuage his earlier concerns of awkwardness. The conversation flowed easily, and Mike found himself enjoying the company of the couple. They talked about everything from work to travel, with Chad regaling Mike with stories of their past trips and Lucy chiming in with her own anecdotes.

As the night wore on, the wine continued to flow, and Mike noticed that Lucy was becoming more relaxed and playful. She leaned in closer to him as she spoke, her hand occasionally reaching across the table to grab his as she gestured to emphasize a point. Mike found himself increasingly drawn to her, her eyes sparkling in the soft light of the patio lights.

Her animated nature was intoxicating, but Chad's presence made everything more awkward. Mike's eyes darted between them, trying to gauge the dynamic. She was becoming increasingly more flirtatious with every drink, while he seemed completely oblivious.

Is this what Lucy had been referring to? His complete lack of sexual awareness when it came to his wife? Mike couldn't wrap his brain around how Chad couldn't see how magnificent his wife was.

"So, Mike," Chad said, bringing his beer bottle to his lips. "Lucy tells me you've been a real lifesaver around the office."

Mike smiled, nodding. "She's the one who's been doing the heavy lifting. I just provided some moral support."

Lucy smirked, swirling the wine in her glass. "Moral support, my ass. You reviewed everything, helped draft the language, and kept me from climbing the walls."

Mike chuckled. "Well, I do what I can. Lucy's always been a real go-getter, and Bill's usually the one there for her. I just put some polish on the work she'd already done this time."

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully, but Mike noticed the way she kicked at his feet under the table. It was almost as though the kicks and shoves were just an excuse to touch him, as if she were almost playing footsie right in front of Chad and trying to disguise it. And it sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock. He shifted in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself.

Chad laughed, clapping Mike on the back as he got up to walk past him. "Well, I can't thank you enough. Lucy's been on cloud nine ever since she closed that deal. I'm grabbing another beer from inside. Do you guys need anything?" he asked, continuing toward the patio door.

"Yes, bring me a rum and coke," Lucy requested. "But not too strong! Please." She dropped her eyes back down to Mike. "You want anything?" Her words implied she was asking about what to drink, but the wink that accompanied them and the bare foot rubbing his calf implied something else.

Clearing his throat, Mike shifted again. "Yeah, I guess I'll just have the same," he managed. Mike was grateful to have Chad behind him so he couldn't see his eyes popping out of his head.

Hearing the patio door close behind him, he couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked with a feigned look of bewilderment, clearly fighting back a smile.

Mike could feel her foot suddenly coming higher up his leg as it traversed his thigh. Thankfully, the shorts he wore helped to dull the physical sensations of her foot but did nothing for his alcohol-addled brain.

He fought the urge to grab her foot and place it directly on his cock. He had never had a foot fetish, but after all of these games, he'd take any contact he could from her.

"I mean, Chad's going to be right back."

Her eyes briefly flicked up before coming back to him. "Don't worry, he headed toward the stairs, so he'll be a minute," Lucy told him. "Come on, Mike, what happened to all of those things you said you were going to do to me while you made him watch?"

"Lucy, you can't be serious," Mike hissed, his eyes darting around.

"Why not, boss?" she asked, emphasizing the last word, her eyes looking toward the door again, then back at him from under her lashes. She was playing with him again, and he was so turned on he could barely think straight. "He's in the bathroom. It's just you and me. Are you telling me you were all talk, Mike?"

He looked down at the foot that was on his lap and back to Lucy. "Lucy, I don't want to make any rash decisions here, especially with Chad right there," he said softly, pointing toward the house.

Lucy's eyes followed where he indicated. Then she just bit her lip before meeting Mike's gaze again, when he suddenly felt her foot continue to move further up his thigh.

Mike swallowed hard as Lucy's foot finally reached its intended target, brushing up against his cock through his shorts. He could feel himself hardening almost instantly, and he had to fight a groan. "Lucy," he managed to get out through clenched teeth.

"Shh," she whispered and just sunk into her chair. Her foot never slowing, she continued to massage him with her toes.

"Where the fuck is that drink?" he sighed to himself, yet he made no attempt at stopping her exploration. He was already feeling the alcohol, but he clearly needed more. "And just how do you see this working, Lucy?"

Lucy smiled wickedly, her eyes locked on his, exploring him with her foot. This was their first real contact, and she was trying to give him a footjob while he waited for her husband to bring him a drink. "Well, I guess we'll find out together," she purred, her foot continuing to stroke his growing erection through his shorts. "We've talked about it, fantasized about it, and now here we are."

Lucy's voice was low, a whisper he could barely hear, as she continued to stroke him with her foot. "I don't want it to just be a fantasy, Mike. I want it to be real." She leaned in closer, her words barely audible. Just as she was about to continue, the patio door slid open, and she pulled her foot back. Chad stepped out, drinks in hand, along with some soda and a bottle of rum tucked under his arm.

"Here we go," he said, a cheerful smile on his face. "Rum and cokes for the both of you and one beer for me," he said as he passed out the drinks before sitting back down.

He raised his beer in a clinking toast. "To friends!" he exclaimed, grinning.

"To friends," Mike and Lucy repeated in unison, clinking their glasses together. Mike noticed Lucy went back to holding her husband's thigh under the table as if nothing had happened between the two of them. He was surprised by her apparent comfort in playing with him right in front of Chad.

After taking a sip of her drink, Lucy turned to Mike, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "So, Mike, are you seeing anyone these days?" she asked.

Having taken a healthy swig of his drink, he replied, "Not officially, no."

"And what does that mean?" Chad asked.

"Just that I'm not tied down to anyone at the moment. I guess I'm just enjoying my freedom," Mike replied, taking another sip of his drink.

Lucy leaned in closer to Mike, her voice low. "So, you're just fucking whoever you want, whenever you want?"

Mike sputtered on his drink, "Something like that, I guess." He didn't want to admit, though, that he hadn't actually been out with anyone for a bit. He'd been a bit focused on Lucy and wasn't putting any effort into going on any dates like he knew he should have to blow off some of the building steam.

Chad shrugged. "Fuck it, why not? You're single, and you're not hurting anyone. Have fun while you can," he said, raising his beer in a mock toast.

"Cheers to that," Lucy said before turning to Chad to give him a kiss. He leaned in and let her kiss him on the cheek.

A moment later, Lucy's foot found Mike's thigh again, this time under the table. She took a sip of her drink while keeping her eyes locked on Mike, her foot rubbing against his thigh. "To whomever you want," she added, emphasizing "whomever," it seemed.

Mike was surprised by Chad's response and the direction the conversation was going. He looked at Lucy, her eyes sparkling with intensity, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. He couldn't believe what was happening. "I suppose," he eventually said.

"I mean, yeah, why not?" Chad replied, shifting in his chair. "Life's short and you only live once, right?"

Lucy turned back to Chad, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "So then what's your excuse, Chad?"

Mike was completely taken aback by her question but said nothing. At the same time, her foot was now firmly planted over his dick.

Chad was obviously a bit drunk, but then it would appear that they all were. "My excuse for what, babe?" he asked, taking a swig of his beer.

"For not fucking me like you used to," Lucy said bluntly.

Chad choked on his beer, coughing as he set it down on the table. He looked at Mike with wide eyes, his face flushing red. "Lucy, what the fuck?" Chad stammered, looking at Mike with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief.

"I'm sorry, babe," Lucy said, her voice soft and apologetic, but her eyes remained locked onto Mike. "But you know it's true. You don't touch me like you used to. You don't even look at me like you used to." He noted that she looked down at Chad's lap.

Mike felt like he was intruding on a private moment, but he couldn't look away. Lucy's foot was still resting on his thigh, her toes wiggling slightly against the fabric of his shorts.

Chad's eyes darted back and forth between Lucy and Mike. "I hardly think this is the time to talk about this, Lucy," he said with a tone of embarrassment. "Mike doesn't want to hear about our problems. We're supposed to be celebrating your deal."

Mike was refilling his drink when he heard Lucy's next comment.

"Oh please, Mike's already heard it all."

Mike just coughed and took another drink, taking in the situation. Chad sat looking at his lap, where Lucy's hand appeared to sit based on the angle of her arm as it disappeared below the edge of the table.

"We don't need to do this right now, Lucy," he said, his voice soft and pleading.

"Look, Chad," Lucy said, her voice firm but gentle as she finally looked at him. "I just... I want you to look at me the way you used to. I want you to fuck me the way you used to. I miss it. I miss you," she said. "And while you're not, keep in mind that other guys are dying for the chance."

"Babe, I'm sorry. I've just been stressed with work. And I know I haven't been--"

Lucy cut him off. "Do you like my ass, Chad?" she asked, but didn't give him a chance to answer. "Do you want to know what Mike said about my ass?"

Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing. First, Chad's eyes lifted to look at him while his head still hung, and then Lucy turned to look at him as well. Her foot was pressing along the underside of his cock as she ran it up and down.

"Lucy, please," Chad whispered.

"He said he wanted to tell you how great my ass looked in my skirt, Chad. I believe he said he wanted to grab it, squeeze it, and sink his teeth into it." Lucy took a sip of her drink. "Isn't that right, Mike?"

Mike felt her foot pin his cock and not in a pleasurable way, having also managed to apply slight pressure to one of his testicles with the heel of her foot. Looking at her, she had a devilish smile still playing on one side of her mouth. "Something like that," he replied, not wanting to feel just how much pressure she could apply before he could back his chair up.

"And what else did you say?" Lucy's eyes never left his. She'd set her glass down and moved it under the table and into her own lap.

Mike looked back at Chad. He was just sitting there listening to all of this. Mike couldn't tell if he was looking down or if he had his eyes closed. "I, uh, I don't remember."

"Don't start lying now," Lucy said. "I told you, Mike, I was going to remember 'Every. Single. Word.' and I meant it. You said you would as well. And I believe you do, Mike." Her voice was soft in an almost threatening way, and he was right in how he assumed she'd respond. He could feel the pressure against him increase with her foot. Her voice was soft, but her tone was almost threatening.

"I said I'd make him watch me run my hand up under your skirt, I think," Mike answered. As he did, he felt her foot start to stroke him again.

Chad appeared to be doing everything he could to restrain himself. Mike could see him taking deep breaths as he sat hunched over with his fists clenched.

Lucy turned to look at Chad with a smile. "But that wasn't the end of it, Mike."

Clearing his throat before taking another sip of his drink, and carefully setting his glass down, Mike continued, "No. I said I'd bury my face between your legs and tell him how good you tasted."

"But you don't know if I taste good, Mike. So how are you going to tell him when you don't know?" Lucy barely paused, and her eyes hadn't left Chad. "What do you think, Chad? Do I taste good?"

Chad finally raised his head as he looked over at her. His eyes flicked between the two of them before looking down at Lucy's lap, his gaze apparently following her hand as she brought it up to eye level. Mike's heart froze, and all of the air left his lungs. Her fingers were glistening, just like they were in the video she'd sent him.

"Well, if you're not going to answer, what do you think, baby? Should I let him find out if I actually taste good for himself?" Her head tilted slightly, and her eyes flicked toward Mike.

She slowly brought them up to her mouth and rubbed them around her lips in a wanton display before taking them in to suck her fingers clean. The sound of her sucking, the sight of her tongue swirling around her fingers as she pulled them from her mouth, had Mike's heart racing. He could feel the blood rushing south, his cock straining against his shorts. He clenched his teeth and tried to force himself to tear his eyes away from the scene before him. But he couldn't, he was transfixed.

Lucy's eyes locked on Mike's as she pulled her hand from her mouth. "Well? Should I let him have a taste?" she asked again, looking back at Chad as her hand disappeared under the table again. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as a smile caused her lips to curl up, her bottom lip catching under her teeth.

Chad just watched as her hand once again came into view and moved toward Mike. "Go ahead, Mike, have a taste." When Mike didn't move, she looked him directly in the eye. "What's the matter? It's not like Chad said not to, did you, sweetie?" she added as she looked back at him.

Fuck it! Mike said to himself. If Chad was going to sit there and not say anything or even move, then why the hell shouldn't he?

Leaning forward, he saw Lucy's eyes light up and Chad's mouth open as if he was going to say something. Lucy leaned further forward and brought her fingers to his lips, and her eyes fluttered, as his lips closed around her fingers. She actually had a very neutral taste, leaning toward the sweet side. Chad dropped his head again and made a groaning noise as Lucy moved her fingers around his tongue. She looked back at Chad, whose mouth dropped open as if in surprise.

"Aw, is someone else getting to play with your wife?" she asked in a slightly mocking tone.

His only observable response was a slight twitch as he continued to watch everything play out before him, his face scrunched up in a strained expression, yet he still didn't say anything. He gave a bit of a twitch as if he was going to react but didn't. He just watched as Mike cleaned the fingers of everything he could find.

Lucy removed her hand from Mike's mouth and reached for a napkin. Wiping her hands clean, she asked Mike, "Weren't you supposed to bury your face between my thighs, Mike? I'm pretty sure you were, and that's when you were going to tell him how good I tasted."

Mike felt her foot leave his cock, and even through his shorts, he could feel the cooler air against him. He watched as she suddenly stood up. Mike watched with surprise as she moved away from Chad's side of the table to his. He noticed Chad looking at her as well, his eyes seeming to follow her every move. As Lucy moved around the table, she kept her eyes locked on Mike, her lips curling into a playful smile. When she reached Mike's side, he sat back so he could more easily look up at her. She lifted a leg over his, placing one on either side of him. All he could do was watch as she slowly pulled her sundress up, sitting back onto the table in front of him.

Mike was awestruck by the sight of her, her legs spread wide for him to see. She leaned back onto her hands with her ass sitting at the very edge of the table and placed a delicate foot on the cushioned seat to either side of his legs. Bringing a hand to her pussy, she slid her fingers along the slick surface, parting it open, only to have it close again as the skin slipped under her fingers.

"Do you want to know what I was doing the moment you called me, the night I was at work late, Chad?" she asked, her eyes darting back and forth between watching her hand and Mike. "I was in the middle of an orgasm, simply from Mike's words." His eyes shot up to her face at this revelation. "He hadn't even touched me, and he had me cumming on my desk, inches away from him, and he didn't even know. Did you, Mike?"

Mike couldn't believe that he didn't realize she came right in front of him. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see Chad staring at him. Regardless of Chad's watchful stare, Mike closed the distance to the place he'd been fantasizing about for so long.

Lucy's hand left her cunt and moved to his head as she guided him in. He could feel her wet fingers move through his hair as she pulled him forward the last few inches.

As his mouth made contact with her, he heard Lucy moan and Chad gasp. Mike couldn't believe he was finally here, finally tasting her, finally feeling her under his mouth. He let his tongue sweep along her slit, tasting her juices and feeling her heat. She was already drenched, and he reveled in the taste of her, the scent of her cunt filling his nostrils.

He brought his hands behind her, where the top of her ass met the table, he held her. He looked up at her, watching her face as he delved deeper, his tongue finding her clit and circling it, feeling it throb under his touch. Lucy's eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Mike could feel her hands in his hair, gripping tightly, urging him on as she started to speak again. "You told me that you'd show Chad what you were going to do to me, Mike. That you'd make--" He flicked his tongue over her clit again, feeling it swell under his touch. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Oh fuck, right there, Mike. Don't stop," she panted, her hips bucking against his face. "That you'd make me do what you wanted. Mmmmm. And what is it you want to make me do... boss?" Lucy opened her eyes again and looked straight at him as she said the last word.

Lucy was clearly egging him on, and Chad was simply looking back and forth between the two of them, alternating from Lucy's face to looking at the little bit of Mike's face he could see over her thigh. He was clearly in shock at what they were doing right in front of him. But if he was going to let it happen and Lucy was going to insist he hold true to his words then fuck it, Chad said it himself, "Fuck it. You only live once," Mike said out loud, with his face still buried between her legs.

"Your fingers tasted good, Lucy, but getting it straight from your cunt tastes amazing." He pushed his chair back, stood up, and grabbed his drink for one last swig before he took the final plunge. He raised it towards Chad, almost as if toasting him before he downed what was in the glass. Both he and Lucy just watched him. One with a look of complete shock and the other with a wicked, hungry smile. He'd been playing her game, and if she wanted him to take control, then who was he to say no to a beautiful woman with her legs spread for him?

Mike grabbed a cushion from the chair sitting next to him and tossed it on the ground at his feet. Opening the fly of his shorts, he pulled out his cock and said, "You had your fun, Lucy, but now I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock." He watched her lower herself from the table with no hesitation while he kicked off his shoes, allowing him to strip down his shorts and boxers. He waved his erection at her, beckoning her with a finger. "I want your husband to watch you tear up as you try to take it all into that pretty little mouth of yours." His filthy words were commanding, and dripping with pure, unadulterated lust.

Doing as she was told, Lucy slipped off the edge of the table and sank to her knees on the cushion he had provided. She reached out and grabbed him at the root, her mouth lowering to the tip with no preliminaries, no preamble, or time to gaze upon the angry red erection in her face. She lowered her mouth over the head, taking him in.

The sensation of her warm mouth was nothing short of amazing. In one swift motion, she had half his shaft disappearing between her beautiful lips, her tongue fluttering along the sensitive underside. Yet it was short-lived as Mike heard Chad's feet scrape against the ground as he suddenly stood up. He started to walk around the far edge of the table, and Mike tentatively watched to see if he was going to approach him or head inside, having had enough of this abhorrent behavior from his wife.

All the warmth gone, Lucy pulled his cock out and turned to look at Chad. As she raised her hand, wagging her finger, she scolded him like a petulant child. "Uh-uh, you caused this. This is your doing, so now you're going to sit and watch what happens." With that, she turned her head slightly back towards Mike so she could slip him back into her mouth. He couldn't get much of him into her mouth at that angle, and her cheek bulged out in Chad's direction. When Chad pulled a chair towards him and simply sat down, Lucy turned back to Mike and resumed focusing on his cock. Enjoying the sensation of her mouth, he peeled his shirt over his head, now leaving himself completely nude.

Mike couldn't believe the excitement he felt as this beautiful woman sucked him off while forcing her husband to sit and watch. He had been around the block and had participated in various group activities before, but never where the woman made her husband sit and watch. It carried a new sense of power and authority. This was the game she had started, calling him "boss" and telling her husband to take his punishment, which he complied with.

Feeling his excitement grow, Mike reached down and wrapped her hair around his fist. Taking control, he set the pace and began thrusting back into her mouth. "That's it, suck your boss's fucking dick." He looked over at Chad to assess his demeanor, but he just sat there watching, with a somewhat vacant expression on his face. Mike struggled to wrap his head around how Chad could just sit and watch.

Looking back at Lucy, he grunted, "This is the price your wife pays for me helping her get that client, Chad. I don't care about your fucking dinner, I care about her sucking my fucking dick." With those last words, he pushed her head further down and slowly thrust forward, feeling her body tense at the sudden change of depth. After a second, he released his hold, and she pulled back with a sudden sputtering cough.

She looked back up at Mike, her expression a mix of surprise and hunger, but he only experienced the absence of her mouth for a moment before she quickly lowered herself back down. She placed a hand on either hip and worked him further into her mouth as she tried to take him all the way. Her nose gradually pressed against his lower abdomen.

"Fuck, Lucy, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" he moaned as he slightly rocked her head back and forth on his cock. She just nodded at him and let him force himself further into her throat, encouraging him to become more and more aggressive. "That's it, you pretty little whore. Take my cock like a good girl. Show your husband what a dirty little slut you really are."

"How are you not taking advantage of this every chance you get?" he asked Chad. "If her mouth is this amazing, I can't wait to try out that pussy," he said, announcing his future intentions. His words had an effect on Lucy, and he felt the vibrations of her sudden moan.

She'd gone back to a steady up-and-down rhythm until she buried her nose in him. She twisted her head side to side while bobbing, with one hand chasing her mouth, matching the movement, and the other buried between her own legs.

Mike's eyes were focused entirely on her, and he could tell she was getting close as her moans grew louder and her breathing became more erratic. Tilting his head to try and see better, his eyes alternated between her mouth and trying to see her hand, but her dress was hiding the show.

"That's it, suck that cock, Lucy. Show your husband what you can do. Show him how much you like having your boss shove his cock down your throat." Mike could see her body shiver at his words as his ass flexed and his thrusts became more forceful. "You like it, don't you, Lucy? Are you going to make yourself cum while you suck my dick?"

He stared into Lucy's eyes as she looked up at him, trying to nod through the pushing and pulling of his hand as he forced himself in and out of her throat. "That's right, you look at me while you get yourself off. It's your boss helping you get there, not your husband. He's just sitting to the side, watching me use you. Isn't that right, Chad?"

And with that, he watched Lucy shudder. He lessened the depth of his thrusts; however, he maintained his pace while he watched Lucy bring herself off. He could feel her teeth accidentally scrape him intermittently as she tried to keep from clamping down, but her gaze never left his except for a moment as she looked over to Chad. As soon as she did, he gave her a light slap on the cheek. Nothing extreme, but enough to get her attention, and her eyes went right back to him. Saliva ran from her mouth as it tried to produce enough to lessen the constant blows to her throat.

"I think you might look even prettier when you cum, Lucy," he told her. There was no "might" about it, though. Finally seeing this beautiful woman get off while he used her was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. And even though her mouth felt great, if he only got one orgasm out of this night, it was not going to be from her mouth.

Backing up, he freed himself from her mouth and watched her gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath. "Get that dress off," he directed. He'd wanted to see her naked for as long as he could remember, and now he'd pretty much seen every bit of her except for her tits? How did that even happen? His mind reeled at the revelation that he just ate Lucy's cunt and had his dick jammed down her throat, but he hadn't even seen her tits yet? Definitely time to correct that.

"Yes boss," she panted, her voice pointed. She wasted no time as her hands moved to the hem of her dress, and she pulled it up and off in one quick motion, revealing her full naked body to his hungry eyes. He reached down and helped her stand as he admired her nude form. Her tits were everything he thought they'd be. The were full and round. There was no denying her age, but they were still magnificent as they fought to deny her age. The little sag they had simply contributed to the weight they contained within the silken skin. His hands came up and he hefted them up, his thumbs rubbing over the hard nubs capping her areolas.

As much as he wouldn't mind continuing to explore her lovely tits, his erection was throbbing in declaration of its own need for attention.

"Lay back down on the table Lucy," he told her, now stroking his cock, slick with her saliva. As he did, he watched her climb back up onto the table and recline back. Mike stood and watched as she stretched out before him. Her arms over her head, gripping the edge as if in anticipation of what was to come, and her legs spread inviting him to take her. He stepped closer, his hard cock just inches from her waiting pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now, and I'm going to show your husband exactly how good you feel on my cock."

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and apprehension. She turned her head towards Chad who was still sitting quietly, watching them with a guarded expression. Mike could see the conflict in Lucy's eyes, and he wasn't going to let her second guess at this stage.

With that, Mike thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside her in one long, smooth stroke. He leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand on the table next to her head, the other gripping her hip as he began to pound into her with a slow, but forceful rhythm.

Lucy gasped at the sudden intrusion, her back arching off the table as she moaned in pleasure. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white with the effort of holding on. At the same time, her back arched as though presenting her breasts for him and her heels were digging into his ass with encouragement.

"Oh god, yes," she cried out, her body rocking with each thrust.

Mike could feel her pussy clenching around him, her slick walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, you feel amazing Lucy," he groaned, increasing his pace. He could see Chad watching them intently, his eyes locked on the spot where their bodies were joined. Mike wasn't sure if it was anger, jealousy, or lust he saw in Chad's eyes, but at this point, he didn't care. He was finally getting what he wanted, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Lucy's moans grew louder and more frequent as Mike drove into her harder and faster, his cock filling her completely with each thrust. Looking back over to Chad, she let go of the table with one hand and beckoned him closer. "Come here, baby," she managed between gasps as Mike pounded into her cervix with each thrust. "Bring me that beautiful dick I love. Please, Chad, I need it." Her voice was breathy and desperate, her eyes locked onto Chad. Mike could feel her pussy tightening around him as he continued to thrust.

Chad hesitated for a moment but then stood and started to come around to where Lucy was. He undid his pants as he approached her.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" Mike grunted at Chad, disbelief lacing his voice. "This slutty wife of yours is literally begging for it, and you're taking your sweet fucking time over there!"

Chad picked up the pace, lowering both his pants and his boxers, dropping them to the ground. Mike watched as Lucy wrapped her hand around her husband's cock, stroking him slowly while Mike continued to fuck her. He could feel Chad's eyes on him, but he didn't dare break his rhythm. Bringing a hand to her clit, he rubbed it over the sensitive nub as his hips maintained their steady pace, his cock thrusting in and out of her slick pussy.

Lucy moaned, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. Moving her hands to her breasts instead of Chad's dick, she begged, "Stroke that big dick for me, Chad. Let me watch you while Mike fucks me."

Chad hesitated for a moment, but then with a deep breath, he moved closer, his hard cock now inches from Lucy's face. Mike watched as he tentatively reached for his cock and started stroking it.

"That's it, baby," she whispered, as Chad's other hand came to manipulate her breasts. "Stroke that big dick for me."

Mike was fascinated; he observed Chad stroking his cock as Lucy encouraged him to continue while he fucked her. He couldn't believe how much she was getting off on seeing Chad pleasure himself right in her face. His pace never faltered as he rocked her body back and forth.

Grabbing her and lifting her slightly, Mike pushed Lucy's body further onto the table while simultaneously bringing her head closer to the opposite edge. Lucy gasped as he repositioned her, causing her to grab the table for support. With her hips further up on the table now, her pussy angled up, feeling as if she was welcoming him in rather than him slightly squatting down so he could drive up into her.

"Why are you stroking your own dick?" Mike asked. "Shove it in her mouth. Make her do the work so you can enjoy." His words came out in forced grunts as he regained his rhythm.

Chad looked up at Mike again, his hand still on his own cock. "Oh fuck, Lucy!" he grunted as he continued to pound into her. The position had her shapely calves at his face and her tits bouncing in front of him. "Suck him, Lucy," he growled. "Wrap your lips around your husband's cock while I fuck your tight little pussy." He turned his head and bit at her breasts, unable to resist the urge to sink his teeth into something.

She glanced up at Chad, and as Mike drove his cock into her again, she opened her mouth wide in a moan. At the same time, she accepted Chad's throbbing member.

Chad stepped closer to Lucy and took advantage of the opening, sliding his dick into her mouth. Mike watched with a wild look in his eyes, his hips thrusting harder and faster with every stroke as Lucy's tight cunt gripped him like a vice. Lucy moaned around Chad's cock, causing her cheeks to hollow as she eagerly sucked him. The sight of her taking her husband's cock while he fucked her pussy was almost too much for Mike. He could feel his orgasm building, but he wasn't ready to end this yet. Not by a long shot.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Lucy," Mike groaned, his body slick with sweat. "Your pussy is so tight." He reached up and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it while Chad handled the other. Lucy moaned in response, her hips bucking against his.

Mike was fucking Lucy hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers with each thrust. He could feel her pussy gripping him tightly, her moans of pleasure muffled by Chad's cock in her mouth. "That's it, take it, Lucy," Mike groaned, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he pounded into her. "Take both of our cocks like the good little slut you are."

Chad was grunting as Lucy's head was forced to take his cock, but there was no denying her lips tightened around the shaft. Mike could see the look of ecstasy on Chad's face as he watched his wife suck him off, her lips being dragged in and out with whatever direction Chad's rod was going. The swollen quality of her lips at this point was obvious, and it was clear Lucy was loving every bit of it while getting fucked by her interim boss. Even her hands were loosely resting on Chad's hips.

"Fuck yes, Lucy," Chad moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. "Suck that cock, baby. Take it all the way down your throat." It seemed he had finally found his voice.

Lucy moaned around Chad's cock, her body shaking with pleasure as Mike continued to fuck her hard and fast. Chad pulled back slightly, allowing Lucy to catch her breath before he thrust back into her mouth.

"See, she likes being told what to do," Mike said before he pulled out a second later, taking advantage of this sudden break in action. Lucy released Chad from her mouth as she lifted her head to see what Mike was doing.

"Turn over," he ordered, extending a hand to help her sit up. It took her a moment to regain her wits, but when she grabbed his hand for support, he led her further toward the end of the table, having her bend over. Chad followed her, the new position still allowing him access to her mouth.

Taking a moment to appreciate the sight, Mike admired how reminiscent this was of the way she had bent over in her office--and in the picture she had sent later. Lifting one of her legs, he fully opened her up, lining up his entry. He admired the roundness of her ass as she bent over in front of him. This was the ass that his hand had barely gotten to feel--how long ago had that been? Entering her once more, he brought his hand down onto that same cheek again, but this time, it remained in place where it made contact.

"Ah!" A loud yelp escaped her lips before she fell silent. Her mouth hung open as she panted.

"Don't just stand there, put something in her mouth before your neighbors come out to see what she's screaming about," Mike said.

"Again," he suddenly heard Lucy say softly, and Mike was happy to comply, bringing his hand down once more.

As her body jumped at the harsh contrast of the pleasure he had given her, he backed up to admire the redness spreading from where his hand made contact. The sight of her flesh absorbing the impact, and the red evidence left behind, turned him on even more. He grabbed her hips and started a punishing rhythm, pounding into her with a force that made her body lurch forward.

Wasting no time, Chad closed the remaining distance and guided his rod back into her waiting mouth. Lucy moaned in response, her eyes rolling back as she closed her lips around him and took Chad's cock deeper into her throat. Mike could feel her pussy clenching around him, her walls gripping him like a vice. The sensation was overwhelming.

"Fuck, Lucy, you feel so good," Mike groaned, his hips slamming against her ass with every thrust. "You know what the good thing is about you not fucking her, Chad? You've left her much tighter for me." Mike focused on Lucy's ass, watching how it responded each time he thrust against it.

"It's fucking amazing. You don't know what you've been missing, Chad. She's squeezing the life out of my cock!"

Lucy moaned again, her body trembling with pleasure as Mike fucked her from behind. Chad grunted, his hands gripping Lucy's head as he thrust into her mouth. He could feel the heat of her body and the tightness of her pussy, but the view, this view of her ass, was like a fucking dream. His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into her hips while his fingers wrapped around to her lower belly. For just a moment, he wondered if she knew how absolutely perfect she was. Of course she did, she had already told him she did.

Lucy's mouth worked expertly on Chad's dick, sucking and licking it like a pro. Mike could hear her muffled moans as he slammed into her from behind. He felt her pussy clenching around his cock with each thrust, her hips moving in sync with his, meeting him stroke for stroke.

"Do you know that your wife told me she likes to masturbate while thinking of herself?" Mike asked, his voice low and husky as he gripped Lucy's hips tighter, his fingers biting into her soft flesh. "She told me she likes to look at herself in the mirror, watching her reflection as she touches herself, spreading her pussy lips open to see how wet she gets." Mike lied, wanting to push Chad's buttons. It was true that she had told him she masturbates while thinking of herself, but that was it. "She won't even masturbate in the shower because she doesn't want to let the water wash her juices away."

Lucy moaned around Chad's cock, her body shuddering with each word Mike spoke.

"That's how dirty your wife is, Chad. What kind of filthy whore would rather be covered in her own slime than clean water?" Mike brought a hand down on her again, making her jump. He followed it up with another slap, this time harder. "Does this make you feel like a whore, Lucy? Does it make you feel like the dirty little bitch you are?"

Chad's eyes widened at Mike's words, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he watched as Mike spanked Lucy, his cock still in her mouth. Mike could see the lust in Chad's eyes, the way he gripped Lucy's hair tighter as he watched her ass jiggle with each slap.

Lucy moaned again, telling Mike all he needed to know about whether she liked it or not. He continued to spank her, each slap making her ass jiggle deliciously. The sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was music to his ears, and he could feel her pussy tighten around him with each strike. Her pussy was soaked, and her ass was bright red from his slaps.

"She loves it, doesn't she, Chad?" Mike observed the way Lucy clenched and moaned with each strike. "Your wife loves being called a whore. She loves being treated like a filthy slut."

Suddenly, Mike heard Chad grunting, and he noticed that Chad's movements became more spastic as he held Lucy in place. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Chad announced, his hips thrusting faster as he gripped Lucy's head tightly. Mike could see Lucy's cheeks hollow as she sucked harder, taking Chad's cock deep into her throat.

"That's it, Lucy," Mike urged, his own thrusts becoming more urgent. "Make your husband cum. Show him how much you love his cock. Your job tonight is to just take our cum."

"Mmph," was all she could manage before a series of guttural groans escaped her from Chad's cock in her mouth. Mike could feel the spasms trying to pull him deeper as her body tensed up. He watched as her hand came up to stroke Chad's cock while she worked him over.

"Fuck, that's tight," Mike groaned, feeling her constricting around his cock. "I bet Chad doesn't make you cum like this, does he, Lucy?" He couldn't believe how fucking tight she was in that moment. Chad could only look at Lucy's face as his own contorted in the throes of orgasm.

Having seen enough of Chad's 'O' face, Mike returned his focus to his own thrusts, driving deep into her. With every thrust, her ass cheeks bounced, allowing him a clearer view of her sexy, tight-looking asshole. He couldn't help but think of what he'd give to have a crack at that one day.

Meanwhile, he could hear Lucy spluttering around Chad as he fired his seed into her mouth. "Fuck, Lucy, you're gonna make me cum too," Mike grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Where do you want it? In your pussy or on your ass?" Chad appeared to have finished, save for a twitch or two. The progression of the night was too much for him, he never expected this when he came over. Having spent his load, Chad backed up, allowing her to answer.

"My pussy," she panted, her voice understandably hoarse. "I want you to cum in my pussy, Mike, please."

Mike groaned in approval, gripping her hips tightly as he picked up the pace. "Fuck, you're so tight. I can feel every inch of your cunt hugging my cock." The way her pussy was clamping down on him signaled that she must be close as well.

His pace was becoming more difficult to maintain, and his glutes were on the verge of cramping up from the effort. However, the thought of filling her with his cum was all the motivation he needed.

"That's it, take my cock in that filthy cunt of yours," he grunted, slamming into her harder. "I'm gonna make that pussy overflow with my cum." With his orgasm looming, he pulled her against him so Chad could see him claim his wife. One hand wrapped around her body until it found her exquisite tits, while the other grabbed her throat, pulling her head back against his shoulder. Her ear was now right near his mouth as he grunted with his efforts.

Mike could see her reach one hand down her body from over her shoulder. Placing her fingers between her legs, he watched her forearm frantically moving back and forth. As she helped to bring herself off, he occasionally felt her fingers sweep across the underside of his cock or spread around him as she gathered more of her fluids to continue masturbating while he fucked her.

"Please, Mike," she begged, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. "Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me." He could feel her ass pressing against him harder as her back arched. Her muscles clamped down on him once more as he brought her to yet another orgasm with the skills from years of experience.

Mike couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his balls tighten and his cock throb as his orgasm overtook him. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he released his load.

"Fuck, yeah, Lucy. Take it all. Every fucking drop," he grunted, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. "Take that cum in your dirty little cunt."

He could feel Lucy's body still quivering before him. "Yes, Mike. Give it to me. I can already feel it running down my leg," she begged.

Feeling her body begin to still, he released his grip on her shoulders, allowing them to slide down the smooth skin of her back, which he braced against the magnificent ass still pressed against him. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss between her shoulders before leaning in close to her ear.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you, Lucy," he confided to her. With that, he sat back in the chair behind him. He was amazed by the amount of their combined juices still running down her thighs while Lucy remained laid out on the countertop.

Chad stood and came over to Lucy to help her up seconds later. He gave her a kiss and then gently helped her to a chair, wiping her face with his previously discarded shirt. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

"I'm fine, baby. Just... tired," she said hoarsely, a satisfied smile on her face as she answered him. Mike watched as Chad grabbed a glass of water and handed it to Lucy, doting on her for a few moments. After letting her recover, he lifted her to her feet and headed toward the door.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Chad said softly, leading her inside. As they walked, Chad turned his head back to Mike. "And Mike, would you mind seeing yourself out while I get her to bed?"

Clearly, Mike's part was done for the night, which was ok since he was exhausted.