Seducing a Family Man at the Office

I'd been working with Lance for three years by the time we crossed the line. We'd always noticed each other. How could I not notice him? He's handsome in a clean-cut, all-American way. Former wrestler. Broad shoulders and a thick chest, and nice solid thighs.

I'm long and lean, 125 pounds with legs for days. He has a good 75 pounds on me. Strong hands he can wrap around my waist and...

But I'm getting carried away. Let's go back.

-Earlier-

We worked on separate teams for the most part, never exchanging more than a hello in the break room or a nod in the hallway for several years. But I began looking forward to those fleeting interactions. Making an excuse to hold eye contact for longer than necessary, throwing in a smile with the hallway greetings. He always looked surprised when I'd smile at him, blushing a bit, but not turning away.

I noticed his wedding ring, but it didn't stop my pursuit. If anything, it made him more interesting. I'm in my late 30s and unmarried, so a lot of men my age are already taken. The good ones are, anyway. He seemed like such a stand-up guy. Wholesome, a few kids at home, married to his college sweetheart.

He walked into the break room, always to make a standard Keurig precisely at 9:10am. Black, no sweetener. It was my chance to establish more of a connection.

"You're Lance, right?" I asked, holding eye contact and smiling at him.

"Yeah! Oh, hi, Alice, right?" he responded, a little flustered. He reached out a hand to shake mine. "You work in engineering, right?"

"That's me," I said, flashing my smile again. "Black coffee every morning just after nine. That's you. What else should I know?" I'd been practicing this flirt in my mind for so long, it rolled right off my tongue.

It became a morning ritual for us, in the break room for 5 or 10 minutes each morning, coffee, banter, laughing, a flirty smile here and there. He was more interesting than I initially gave him credit for. He coached his kids' sports and had been married for more than a decade, but there was an energy underneath. I could see it in how he would hold my gaze. Maybe he wasn't as wholesome as I initially thought.

-Several Months Later-

After a few months, we were assigned to work on a project together for the first time. I was elated and even more determined to tempt this gorgeous married man. To let him indulge in pleasure, give him a secret release.

We were in a conference room during some intense client meetings. I made sure to pick out a skirt just slightly too short for the office. I'm a grown woman established in my career, so nobody would say anything to me. I had knee-high leather boots to cover up more of my leg, to give some plausible deniability about the level of skin I was showing. Heeled, of course.

By this point our flirtatious smiles and comments were a regular thing. Lance was seated next to me and during a break in the meeting when everyone else left the room for a bathroom break.

"So? What do you think?" I asked, giving no context. I'd let him fill in the blanks. I leaned back in my chair and slowly crossed one long, smooth leg over the other, ensuring he had a nice view up my long toned thigh, guaranteeing a little peek at my silky panties underneath.

Lance was silent for a moment, eyes roaming up my thighs, to my waist, and eventually landing on my face. He took a deep breath and smiled halfway and said, "I think," He paused. "You and I are going to get exactly what we want."

-After the Project-

It was a week after we completed that project when I confidently walked into his office and closed the door behind me. I was wearing a silk skirt, slinky, showing off my toned legs, and a tight tank top with a cardigan over it. I sat down across from him and slowly took off my cardigan, revealing my tank top underneath. It was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra, the tight fabric hugging my breasts and showing off my erect nipples. I looked at him and smiled, the same sly smile we'd been sharing for a few years at this point, the tension building to a fever pitch.

He smiled back, his eyes moving down my neck to my bare shoulders and my tits.

"Well, Lance? I was thinking maybe today is the day we get exactly what we want," I said slowly, keeping eye contact. I was determined to tempt him so he couldn't say no; I wanted to give him something he wouldn't get at home. I want to make sure he'd come back for more.

"Yes Alice. There's no time like the present," he replied. I stood up as he walked toward me. He put his hands around my waist and said into my ear, "Come sit with me on the couch." I love being told what to do.

He sat down and immediately I straddled him. I sank down onto him, my slim belly against his, and felt his hands reach around me and pull me in for a deep, passionate kiss. I moaned into him when I felt his tongue on mine. I arched my back, grinding into his crotch, breathing heavily.

I could barely get out, "I want to feel you." He should have been nervous because we were at the office, but his mind was on one thing and one thing only. I practically begged him, almost whining into his neck, nibbling his ear, "I need you... she'll never know."

I was slowly grinding into his crotch, his hands gripping a handful of my ass, following my hips around in slow circles. He moved his hands down to my hem and up my skirt, to feel my bare ass in my thong. I moaned softly every time my swollen clit moved over the fly of his pants, feeling his bulge grow bigger and bigger underneath me.

"Please?" I whispered between kisses. "Please will you fill me up?"

"My God, Alice, I've been fantasizing about this for years," he confessed. I could see the lust in his eyes when he kissed my neck and told me, "Let me feel that sweet pussy."

I squeezed him with my smooth thighs, giddy with anticipation. My hands gripped his big shoulders, moaning and deliriously happy. I slid back slightly and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down just past his knees, moving his underwear out of the way as his thick shaft popped up in front of me. I moaned and wrapped my hand around it, stroking him while I moved my hips in close, his cock just in front of my thin panties, so sheer he could see my smooth pussy lips underneath, and the wet spot growing in them, seeping through. His precum leaked out of the tip and he gasped when I used my fingertips to spread it around, adding to the wet on my panties.

His breath was ragged while I stroked his incredibly stiff shaft, and he managed to grunt, "Baby, that feels so good... I want you to ride me." He hooked his thumb under the front of my thong and roughly pulled it to the side, revealing my glistening, throbbing little cunt, his wedding ring still on his hand. I shifted forward and moaned when his flesh touched mine, his tip gently rubbing up and down, from my clit to my wet hole and back up again. Teasing me, he dragged my slick wetness up and down.

"Should we use a condom?" I asked half-heartedly, distracted by the overwhelming pleasure, hoping he would decline.

He kept stroking his cock in my slit and looked me in the eye, one hand on the back of my neck. He told me firmly, "No, baby. I'm going to take you raw. And I'm not going to pull out. I'm going to make a big mess in this pretty little pussy. You deserve it after teasing me for so long."

"Oh fuck yes, I want to feel you," I gasped between kisses, and he guided my hips up so my slick entrance was lined up with his tip. I wanted to give him a kind of pleasure his wife never could or would; I was going to make sure this wouldn't be the last time. I paused at his tip for just a moment, savoring the feeling of my slick cunt on him, moving my hips around in little circles, getting accustomed to the width of him, dipping down an inch then back up again a few times. His breathing was irregular and I could tell he was desperate to enter me.

"Oh fuck baby, sit on my cock," he said while he gripped my waist firmly and pulled me down onto him, my panties just to the side. Gasping, I felt his entire length fill me inside and rode him in a steady rhythm. My clit rubbed against his body and his hands roamed up under my tank top and lifted it up. I felt sexy and exposed in front of him, tits out, my smooth bare cunt filled with his cock. He took my erect nipple into his mouth and sucked and nibbled while guiding me up and down his shaft.

His balls started to tighten just as I was getting close, my wet cunt sliding up and down on his married cock. "Oohhhh, don't stop, I'm going to cum on your cock!" I moaned.

"That's right baby, cum on me, I want to feel you cum," he said between gasps and grunts. He maintained his firm grip on my waist. He was barely holding back his orgasm but going to let me off of him. I was going to cum right there on him, in his office, both of us making a mess in his lap.

With my mouth on his I barely made out the words, "Ohh Lance here I cum for you!" I squeezed and pulsed around him with my orgasm. The pulsing waves of my tight pussy sent him over the edge.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm going to fill you up," he said while he emptied his balls into my tight little cunt, pumping his full load all inside my hole. I could feel spurt after spurt enter me, coating my pussy with his seed. Our lips met, our wet mouths exploring in a passionate kiss, as his cum started to seep out between us.

When I regained my composure, I lifted off his cock and dropped to my knees in front of him, bringing my mouth down to lick him completely clean. I could taste my pussy on his shaft. I thought it was a nice touch. I know his wife of 10+ years couldn't possibly do that anymore.

"Good girl, lick me clean," he said with his hand on the back of my head, buried in my hair. I could feel his creamy cum leaking out onto my panties, soaking them completely. I sucked his cock, taking it fully into my mouth, and swallowed hungrily so I didn't waste any of his cum.

As I stood up, I could feel the mess drip down my inner thigh. I reached down to pick some up, and brought my finger to my mouth to taste his seed, making eye contact. I was satisfied to know it was deposited deep in me. He looked at me in awe and held me tight, giving me a kiss on the cheek and a little squeeze on my ass.

"Damn baby. I haven't fucked like that in years," he sighed.

We were hooked. This was only the beginning.