All Alone, and Misbehaving

The first two years of my open relationship with my loving husband had been remarkable, with me making subtle changes in my actions, attire, and behavior if another man caught my eye. My exercise routine, 36D-24-38 figure, and flirtatiousness served me well by drawing the attention of men I found desirable.

That I'd chosen to become involved with just two other men outside of my husband was my choice. My second NSA affair with my younger colleague Jason was after several months still a delightful way to explore my new found sexual freedom, and made me want my husband more than I ever thought possible.

The summer before my thirty-sixth birthday, I found myself in a peculiar predicament, my husband and children were camping for the entire week, and my young lover was cruising the Bahamas with his parents and siblings, leaving me alone with my ever growing wicked fantasies and desires.

That Monday morning I arrived at work wearing a Pink top which matched my lace bra, thong, finger and toenails, a black knee length skirt with cut-outs front and back, and was greeted at the back entrance by our senior agent Doug, who complimented me on my outfit, hair, and took notice of what little cleavage I was showing.

Doug is not only a colleague, but a family friend, we are members of the same church, country club, and he and his wife Lynne have been out with my husband and I for dinner, drinks, and dancing more than a few times, always enjoying our time together. At work our relationship was pleasant, polite, and professional. When out on the town with a few drinks under our belts, sultry looks, flirting are the norm, especially when we swap dance partners.

Lynne and I are similarly built, with blonde hair, hers a bit shorter than mine, and she has blue eyes, while mine are brown.

Doug is a little shorter than my husband, with thinning blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, a medium, but athletic build, and at forty-six years old is one of the most attractive men I know.

When he greeted me that morning there was mischief in his eyes and smile, that I'd never encountered at work, but had seen many times when we were out on the town with our spouses.

Two hours later, I was in my office behind the closed and locked door with Doug asking what my plans for the week were with my husband and children gone.

I sat at my desk working telling him nothing special, thinking about our flirtatious behavior, the mischievous look he'd given me that morning, which was still there, recalling a conversation I'd had with Jason about Doug's wishes if we were ever wound up by ourselves.

Doug was standing beside my chair supposedly looking at my computer screen, reading an insurance quote I was working on, making comments about my work, and that he really liked the way my hair was fixed, and how nice I looked today.

Before thinking about what I was saying, I looked up from my screen, catching him staring down my top, realizing from his vantage point he could see a lot more of my cleavage than I planned on showing, smiled and said what's going on today, telling him my eyes were up here, pointing at my face, asking if he was through.

Doug licked his lips, his eyes still focused on my top, telling me he wasn't done, that my pink lace bra was sexy, the way skirt fit me was perfect, that he'd held back for an extremely long time, but those days were over, and if I didn't object, he was going to unfasten the buttons on my top release the front clasp of my pretty pink bra, lift my skirt, and introduce me to his erect dick while he devoured my beautiful tits.

I stood up quickly, telling him he was incorrigible, but failing to make him stop unbuttoning my top, I told him no, not here, not now but immedietely contradicted myself by accepting his long mint flavored tongue into mymouth, our hot, hungry kiss, gave him the time he needed to unfasten the remaining buttons, release the clasp of my bra, and take my naked breasts in his large hands, his firm grasp feeling very good. Our delightful kiss ending as he lowered his head suckling at my breasts, using his tongue to caress my erect, sensitive nipples. His hands now sliding down my torso, across my waist, hips, and outer thighs, stopping when they reached the bottom hem of my skirt, encircling my knees in his powerful grip.

I pleaded with him, saying we shouldn't, we can't, we'll get fired if we get caught, once again my words and actions, or failure to act as he lifted my skirt up, picking me sitting me on the edge of my desk, smiling at me when I opened my legs giving him access to my pink lace covered wetness.

He spoke softly, assuring me that sexual encounters behind closed doors during work happened frequently, his long nimble fingers, pushing my thong aside as they entered my body, curling to caress my g-spot bringing me to a quick pleasant orgasm in a short timel, with my top, and bra hanging at my sides, my neatly pressed skirt bunched at my waist, Doug removed my thong, telling me I had a pretty pussy, sucked his fingers clean, licking his lips saying sweet and delicious, and kissed me again, as he unbuckled his belt, unfastened, unzipped and let them fall to his feet, pulled his boxers down, and allowed me to wrap my hand around his very hard shaft, breaking our kiss to tell me, I'm going to fuck you now.

I could hear the telephones ringing, the faint sounds of the printer, and the voices of clients, colleagues talking, leaned back on my hands, spread my legs a little further apart, telling Doug to please fuck me, feeling the head of his cock enter my pussy, as he thrusted forwards, holding my waist as my wet, inner, folds enveloped his entire shaft.

I was nervous, but excited, that I was enjoying Doug's smooth, steady thrusts, the silky smooth skin of his erection was tantalizing, fucking Doug for the first time, having my first sexual encounter during work, with friends, colleagues, and clients just a few steps away. Doug's thrusts became harder, more erratic, his jaw clenched, his eyes shut, and I felt his hot, sticky, thick seed erupting inside my pussy, powerful jets that filled me completely.

Doug moaned quietly telling me how lovely it felt, leaning down to lick, my breasts, nipples and neck, asking if we could do this again. Smiling as he pulled me up for another delicious kiss.

Paper towels, and wet wipes from my purse facilitated our clean up, I fixed my bra, top, and skirt, while Doug wiped off my desk, sprayed the room with febreeze air freshner.

It was during this time, I told Doug that our boss had keys to every office in the building, and though I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, any future endeavors would be after hours, and in a more private, comfortable setting.

Doug laughed saying he could live with that, but I was a little niave where our boss was concerned, explaining that those rules were from our parent company's human resource department, and that as long as any extracurricular activities were between consenting adults, any indiscretions during or after hours were for the most part ignored.

Doug smiled, told me he see me after a while and closed my door behind him when he left.

It was a quarter to eleven in the morning I finished my quote, met my client at eleven fifteen, sold a home/automobile bundle that my client was happy with, and started working on a renewal. Thinking about my early morning private meeting with Doug, and scolded myself for being so willing to give into our lustful desires, but admitting that I really enjoyed everything that we'd done.

That night after talking with my children, I told my husband about what occurred between Doug and I, that I was surprised, nervous, thrilled all at once, and about the conversation we had afterwards, with husband suggesting I might enjoy it. We ended our conversation telling one another I love you, I opened my toy draw picked out two of my favorites, and imagined being used by Doug having several amazing orgasms, and fell fast asleep.

My schedule was packed the next day, with phone calls, clients, with no time for anything but work. But throughout the day I received half a dozen texts from Doug, asking if I was ready to fuck him again.

My schedule was so busy, I didn't answer every text, and the few I did were short, yes, I was ready, i was still thinking about it, yes I liked oral, giving and receiving. The others I failed to respond to.

That night when I got home, I talked with my husband and children, ate supper and was just sitting down in my garden tub for a hot bubble bath when Doug called.

When I answered telling him I was relaxing in the tub, he wanted me to switch to a video call so he could see me naked, wanting to see my tits, let him watch me play with my pussy which I refused to do, telling him relaxing was the main point of my bath.

Doug told me that when he texted me earlier, thinking about fucking me again, he'd almost jacked off underneath his desk, but kept getting interrupted. He asked about my schedule the next day, saying since our office closed at noon, we'd have plenty of time to indulge ourselves without me having to worry about getting caught, and when I said that's sounded interesting he finally told me goodbye and hung up. I watched a little TV, had a glass of wine and went to bed.

The next morning I skipped my daily walk did my yoga, and took a shower making sure my legs, pits, and pussy were thoroughly shaved, fixed my hair and make-up, put on a half cup black bra, black crotchless panties, and a simple, but form fitting black dress with thin shoulder straps, a black blazer, and comfortable black heels thinking id surprise Doug after everyone left, and drove to work ready for a wild afternoon with my newest naughty companion.

Our morning flew by, with a few graphic really explicit texts between Doug and I. At noon everyone hurried out of the building, all the entrances and exits were locked, and after shedding my blazer I tapped on Doug's open office door ready for a long afternoon of uninterrupted sexual pleasure, finding Doug sitting on the long leather couch with a drink in one hand and his cellphone in the other talking with someone about life insurance.

Doug continued his conversation, but set his glass down on the coffee table near a bottle of scotch, motioned me inside, patting the cushion beside him, smiling at my outfit, shaking his hand up and down, mouthing wow.

When I sat down next to him I pulled my dress up to the middle of my thighs, which he noticed right away, showing his delight by caressing my thigh. He held up five fingers letting me know his conversation would take a few more minutes, while he looked at the way my erect nipples strained against the fabric of my dress and squeezed my leg tightly.

Our previous encounter, two and a half days of very naughty texts, the conversations, my thoughts, made me impatient, so I leaned down unzipped his pants, smiled at him, pulled his semi erect cock out and started stroking and sucking running my tongue up and down his shaft, the soft head, feeling it growing in my mouth. Doug was having trouble concentrating on his conversation while I sucked his now fully erect cock, especially when I deep throated him. But like me during our first encounter he didn't try to stop me, and helped me unfasten his belt, pants, lifting his hips letting me pull them down, along with his boxers, so I could lick and fondle his warm saggy scrotum and testicles. When I looked up his head was leaning back on the couch so I continued hoping he'd hang up soon.

Doug pulled at the straps of my dress, discovering that my bra was just a shelf that held my breasts in place without covering my nipples, so pulled them off my arms, pulled the top of my dress down feeling his. delightfully firm grip and went back down on his cock with every intention of making him cum down my throat.

Doug ended his call, dropped his phone, slipped his hand beneath my dress, saying very nice, when he discovered my half cup bra, squeezing my breasts, teasing my nipples, pinching, and pulling them using the other to take his shirt and shoes off, then informed me of his pending ejaculation, very pleased when I continued sucking his cock.

Doug's voice grew louder, telling me here it comes, raising his hips up as his hot, thick, semen hit the back of my throat filling my mouth with his salty, sweet seed, that tasted like apples. I swallowed at least three times and still couldn't capture it all, with drops oozing from the corners of my lips dripping onto his testicles which I licked up right away.

He pulled me up giving me another one of his mind blowing kisses, unconcerned that my tongue was still coated with sperm. He had my sexy bra unhooked, my dress down around my calves, along with my crotchless panties his intentions to strip me completely most obvious.

Unlike our earlier quick but pleasant encounter, my speech and actions were in no way contradictory. My desire for satisfaction needed no explanation at all, as he lowered his face to my crotch, I had one foot on the floor, the other resting on the back of the couch willingly granting him access to my wetness.

Doug's lips, tongue, and fingers were most delightful, bringing me to orgasm quickly, slurping up my juices noisily while I moaned, and ground my hips against them.

He slithered up my body like a snake, pinned my hands over my head, with the head of his delicious cock barely touching the entrance of my pussy, asking if I was ready to fuck, wanting me to plead with him.

When I said, fuck me Doug, he grinned, pushing the engorged head into my pussy, stopping until I told him to fuck me over and over again, that his cock felt so good inside me, until I could feel his neatly trimmed pubic hair, tickling my clit. Then with long, slow, gentle thrusts which made me beg for more, Doug fucked me.

When he asked if I was going to fuck him whenever he wanted, regardless of time or place, and hide beneath his desk sucking his dick with his office door open, while our colleagues and clients were around, I answered yes.

I was completely consumed with my lust willing to do whatever he asked, the way his cock felt gliding in and out of me was tantalizing.

When his thrusting became harder, and faster, his testicles slamming against my ass with a loud resounding smack, he said I'm going to get Jason to join us, so we can both fuck you at the same time, I responded with an explosive orgasm, the mere thought most enticing.

Doug had no idea that this was one of my favorite fantasies, that I'd jokingly mentioned to my husband lead to our open marriage, and our current situation.

By four that afternoon Doug and I had greedily enjoyed our lust for one another's naked flesh. Our bodies baring the marks of our search for naughty pleasure. Doug had more than a few photos of our adventure on his phone which he sent to me before we dressed, set the alarm and went our separate ways.

Misbehaving when you're all alone is fun.