Jet Lag Leads to Straying

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This is a story about cheating with no impact on those who cheat. This isn't the real world, and consequences don't really happen in my fantasy world. You're invited in, but if these stories make you angry, please move on and find the ones that have what you want instead.

Constructive feedback is always welcome!

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Jen and Rob had been the unbeatable sales duo covering Asia together for over two years. Their only competition was from Mike and Vicky, who covered Europe, and the competition between the two teams was always intense. Like Mike and Vicky, their colleagues also joked about the "work wife and work husband" dynamic, and in their case their actual partners did too. They had never been anything more than two smart professionals who just clicked together.

They finished each other's sentences in pitches, covered for each other as needed, and joked about the fact that they spoke to each other more than their spouses. There was never anything the slightest bit romantic or physical between them. They hugged occasionally at the end of a tough day. That was it, though.

It was time for their annual visit to their clients in Hong Kong. Jen arrived at Rob and Jill's home near Heathrow after 11pm, exhausted from the week. She declined his offer of a nightcap, dumped her suitcase in the spare room, and crashed. Both set their alarms for 4am.

At 4:15, with no sign of life from her room, he knocked softly to make sure Jen was up. There was no response so he knocked a bit harder. There was only silence, so Rob cracked the door open, just enough to call her name.

He got a very different view from the one he expected.

Jen had clearly missed her alarm and was lying fast asleep on her back on top of the duvet. Her room was dark, but with her legs slightly parted and the light from the hallway, he could see every detail between her legs. She had a neat landing strip of dark hair above smooth, freshly shaved labia, and her inner pussy lips that just peeked out. Her pert C-cup boobs were tipped with big nipples already erect in the slightly cool air.

The sight was so erotic that Rob's cock stiffened instantly in his boxers. The light from the door was enough to wake her. She jolted awake with a gasp. Her eyes flew wide as she registered him standing there, then registered her nudity. Her nipples stiffened further.

"Fuck! Rob! Get out!" she gasped as she grabbed the duvet and yanked it over herself, her face blushing intensely.

"I missed the alarm. Oh fuck. This is so fucking embarrassing. I need to get dressed!"

Rob was already closing the door behind himself, whispering his apology. The image of her naked pussy and boobs was burned into his brain.

Ten minutes later they were in the back of a cab, both silent. They stared out of the cab windows, awake but not talking.

They got to Heathrow and checked in. They were booked to fly indirectly, as that was the only way their work budget allowed them to fly business class. They said little and slept for most of the flight to Doha, the business class beds allowing them to catch up on the sleep they had both missed the night before.

In the airline lounge at Doha, they slipped back into their usual rhythm, chatting easily about the client meetings ahead and what to watch on the in-flight system for the second flight. They had a meal in the lounge, neither of them sure which meal it was. Their body clocks were already confused. Neither mentioned how he had woken Jen in London.

On the second flight, they slept a bit more, but mostly they just watched films and enjoyed the amazing gourmet food and endless glasses of wine.

By the time they landed, cleared customs, and reached the hotel in Kowloon it was 10pm. Both were wrecked from travel but excited to be back in the buzz of Hong Kong.

In the lift, Jen finally spoke. "Come to my room in twenty minutes, Rob. We need to talk."

He unpacked quickly, had a very quick shower, then dressed in a t-shirt and loose shorts and went to knock on her door.

She answered in a cream silk dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist. Her hair was down, still damp from a quick shower. She looked nervous.

She closed the door behind him and gestured to the chairs by the window. She sat first, crossing her legs, the robe sliding up her thighs. He managed to look at her eyes, rather than her thighs.

"I'm worried my slip-up this morning has messed things up between us, especially after my reaction. I don't actually know how much you saw of me either," she said quietly. "I could feel the new tension between us on the flights here. Let's just get it over with. I strip off. You strip off. We both look as much as we like. We get it out of our system and go back to being just Jen and Rob. Deal?"

Rob stared at her for a few seconds, gulped, and said, "Jen, are you sure about this?"

She stood up, fingers already at the loose knot of her robe. "Deal or no deal, Rob?"

He gulped again. "Deal."

Jen pulled the tie on her robe and it parted, then slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

She was naked once more, but this time she was fully awake, standing in front of him and deliberately naked. Her boobs sat high and firm, nipples already erect. His eyes dropped to the dark hair above her slightly parted plump labia and her already damp inner lips.

He could see that she was visibly aroused despite her "just looking" suggestion.

Jen looked him in the eyes, but could see his eyes were staring at her pussy. Once he finally looked up to hers, she said, "Now it's your turn, Rob."

Rob pulled his t-shirt off, then pushed down his shorts. His hard cock sprang free, already leaking a bead of precum. His balls looked swollen, hanging heavy below his cock. He stood there with his hands at his sides, staring at her pussy and letting her look at his cock.

Jen bit her lip, eyes widening slightly as she took in his cock and the way it throbbed under her stare.

"Fuck!" she said. "This is a lot more erotic than I expected it to be."

They stood a couple of metres apart, both openly staring at the other. Jen smiled at him and slowly turned, showing him her tight bum and the way her pussy lips peeked from between her thighs when she bent slightly to pick up her robe from the floor. Rob's cock twitched. He stepped a little closer to her without thinking.

She turned back around to him, "Rob, stop." She warned, but her own nipples were even harder and she didn't move back.

Her breathing had quickened and Rob could smell the faint scent of her arousal in the hotel room.

Jen stood there for another minute, eyes flicking between his throbbing cock and his face, before she exhaled sharply.

"Right," she said, voice a little husky. "That's long enough, Rob. Thanks for not making this weird."

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in the same easy, familiar hug they always shared at the end of a long workday, except this time there was nothing between them. Her boobs pressed against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples on his skin. At the same time, the head of his cock had slid between her plump labia, nestling hot and bare, pushing against her inner lips. His thick shaft nestled perfectly along her slit, just kissing her clit as he throbbed, depositing precum on her.

Jen froze. A tiny, involuntary sound escaped her throat.

Neither of them pulled away immediately. For two full minutes they stood locked in that "platonic" hug, breathing each other in. Rob could feel her wet pussy lips gently gripping the top of his cock, her juices starting to coat him. Jen's hips gave the tiniest, almost imperceptible roll, pressing her pussy lips around his shaft, savouring the pressure right against her opening. Her nipples stayed hard against his chest.

Finally she pulled back, cheeks flushed deep red, breathing faster.

"You need to go," she whispered. "We are not cheating on Jill and Ed."

Rob nodded, cock wet with her arousal as he quickly pulled his shorts back on. He left without another word.

It was 4am Hong Kong time when Rob's phone buzzed with a WhatsApp.

Work Wife: "I am wide awake. Can't fucking sleep. Come to my room if you are too?"

He was awake, thanks to the jet lag. He threw on a t-shirt and shorts and padded down the corridor.

Jen opened the door in her gown and she dropped it on the floor as the door clicked closed. She was completely naked. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp. She looked a little sheepish.

"I saw online that sleeping naked helps reset your circadian rhythm after long flights," she explained quickly. "Body temperature regulation or some shit. Figured it's worth trying."

Rob's eyes roamed over her again. He took in her boobs and her pussy lips that still looked slightly swollen from earlier. His cock stirred instantly.

He didn't want to make it weird for her, so he said, "Sure, I'll join you."

He stripped right there, just inside her room, kicking his clothes aside. His cock sprang up again, thick and heavy, already leaking precum. Jen's gaze dropped straight to it, lingering.

They stood naked together in the middle of her room.

"Bed?" she suggested, her voice softer. "Just to try and sleep though. Side by side. Just work wife and work hubby trying to get over their jet lag."

They both climbed into the big king bed. The Egyptian cotton sheets were cool against their bare skin. Jen lay on her back first, then rolled onto her side facing him. Rob turned toward her. Their bodies were close and her nipples and his cock were hard again too.

For a minute they just lay there, eyes adjusting to the low light.

Jen's voice was barely above a whisper. "This is still not cheating - right? We're just helping our bodies adjust."

"I also looked online," Rob whispered back, "and coming helps reset your sleep rhythm too. Deep relaxation, melatonin release and all that stuff."

Jen's breath hitched. Her pupils were wide.

"We won't cheat though," he continued quickly, echoing her earlier words. "But we can watch. Help each other out. Just looking. Like we did earlier."

For a long ten seconds she didn't reply. Then she gave the smallest nod, biting her lower lip.

"Okay," she whispered. "Just watching. No touching each other!"

She rolled onto her back, legs parting slightly. One hand slid down her body, fingertips brushing over her pubes before her two fingers found her clit. She was already very wet. A soft sigh escaped her as she started rubbing her clit with slow circles. Her other hand came up to cup one breast, pinching and pulling her hard nipple.

Rob's hand wrapped around his cock. He started stroking slowly, eyes locked on her fingers working her pussy. The head of his dick was swollen and shiny, precum dripping down his shaft with every pump.

"Fuck, Jen. I can see how wet you are," he said quietly.

Her eyes flicked to his cock, watching his fist slide up and down the thick length. Her fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease her entrance, spreading her lips wider for him to see.

"You're really hard," she breathed back, voice shaky. "Your cock looks so good, and wow, the way it felt this morning, pushing between my lips in the hug!"

She moaned softly, legs spreading wider. Her hips rolled as she pushed two fingers inside herself, fucking them slowly while her thumb kept rubbing her clit. The wet sounds filled the quiet hotel room.

Rob stroked faster, matching her rhythm, eyes devouring every detail of her: her tits jiggling slightly with each movement and the way her pussy clenched around her fingers with her juices coating her hand.

They lay side by side, naked and shameless now, watching each other masturbate.

Jen's breathing grew ragged. "Rob. I'm getting close. Are you?"

"Fuck yes," he groaned. "Keep going. Let me watch you come."

Her eyes were glued to his pumping fist, to the way his balls tightened. They kept stroking in rhythm, then without saying a word they turned fully onto their sides facing one another, their eyes meeting before both focussed lower to where their hands were busy.

Jen's fingers pushed deeper, her hips bucking as she stared at Rob's pumping fist. "Oh fuck, Rob, I'm going to. Ah fuck. Don't stop rubbing your cock while you watch me, I'm, I'm."

She started to shake, thighs trembling. "Ah yes, ah yes, ah fuck Rob I'm coming, I'm coming, ahh Yes! Yes!" Her pussy clenched visibly around her fingers as the orgasm hit hard. A loud cry broke out of her and she kept rubbing through it.

The sight and sounds made him come too. "Fuck Jen, I'm going to come, I'm going to come on you, ah fuck, take it all!" Rob groaned and erupted. Thick spurts of his cum shot across the small gap between them, splattering across her exposed pussy. One spurt landed directly on her pubes, another glazed her clit and inner lips, dripping down over her. The final spurt hit her fingers just as she pushed them into her pussy. "Ah fuck, ah fuck, coming, coming!"

They both collapsed back onto their backs, chests heaving, the evidence of what they'd done lying on, and now in Jen's pussy.

"Fuck," Jen gasped, staring down at the cum coating her pussy, still twitching. "This is too fucking risky. I'm not on anything, Rob. I'd better go wash it all off." Neither said anything about the cum she had already pushed inside with her fingers.

She slipped out of bed on shaky legs and disappeared into the bathroom. Rob heard the shower run for a few minutes. When she returned, towel-dried and still naked, he was already fast asleep in her bed, exhausted from the flight and the intense release of his orgasm.

Jen hesitated for only a second, then slid in beside him, curling up against his warm body.

The alarm clock jolted them both awake at 9am.

Rob was spooning her tightly from behind. His thick cock had nestled between her thighs in their sleep and was pushed just inside her, but only the head -- just enough that her pussy lips were stretched around it. One of his hands cupped her breast possessively, fingers resting on her hard nipple.

Jen's eyes flew open. She froze, feeling the pressure inside her.

She quickly lifted her hips and pulled forward, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. She rolled to face him, breathing fast.

"That was an accident. It's not cheating if it's in our sleep, right?" she whispered.

Rob, still half-asleep and now achingly hard, nodded. "Yeah. Agreed."

Jen sat up, looking down between her legs. She leaned forward, using two fingers to pull her pussy lips wide open, inspecting herself in the morning light. Her hole was wet; there was some precum there as well as the remnants of his orgasm from the night before. She thought it was only precum.

"Thank fuck," she breathed, relieved. "No cum inside me either."

The sight of her spreading her pussy like that made Rob's cock throb violently, standing straight up against his stomach.

"No more touching," she said firmly, though her voice was husky. She slid off the bed and knelt in front of him on the carpet, positioning herself between his spread knees. Her face was millimetres from his cock, hot breath washing over the head. "Just make yourself come."

Rob wrapped his hand around his shaft and started stroking hard, eyes fixed on her open mouth and her pretty face so close to his dick. Jen stayed perfectly still, lips parted, tongue just visible, staring up at him.

"Fuck, Jen, keep your mouth just like that," he panted. "I'm already close. Ah fuck, looking at you, I'm going to."

It didn't take long. She opened her mouth wide and with a groan, Rob came. "Ah fuck I'm coming, I'm coming in your mouth, Ah Yes!" Thick spurts of cum shot straight into her waiting mouth. She caught every spurt until he was done, looked up so that he could see her mouth with his cum covering her tongue, then swallowed loudly and licked her lips clean with a soft, satisfied hum.

"Right," she said, standing up as if nothing had happened, her voice brisk and professional again. "Go get showered. We have a busy day today."

They met downstairs in the hotel lobby a short while later, both dressed professionally. Jen was in a fitted blouse and pencil skirt; Rob wore a white shirt with grey suit trousers. They exchanged polite smiles and headed out into the humid Hong Kong morning without a word about the night before or the morning's activities. The day was packed with back-to-back client meetings, presentations, and site visits. They fell back into their familiar work rhythm: seamless, professional, unstoppable. No one would have guessed what had happened in her room.

By the time they finished their client dinner at a swanky restaurant overlooking the harbour, the tension had been simmering under the surface all day.

As they walked back toward the hotel through the warm evening streets, Rob finally spoke. "I'm really trying not to make it weird," he said quietly, "but I have to tell you. You have the most amazing lips."

Jen turned to him with a small, surprised smile. She stepped closer and gave him a quick, open-mouthed kiss on the mouth, her tongue just dipping inside.

"Thanks," she replied softly. "Yours feel really good too."

Rob smiled. She had missed his point about which lips, but her kiss felt good too. His cock was hard already from it.

Back in the lobby, neither of them felt even remotely sleepy despite the exhaustion they'd complained about that afternoon. Somehow jet-lag exhaustion was always at its worst at 4pm, but it seemed to have vanished when they got back.

Jen glanced at him, biting her lip. "Nightcap in my room?" she suggested.

They stepped into the lift together. The doors closed, and they stared into each other's eyes. Jen's nipples were visibly hard against her blouse. Rob's cock was already straining in his trousers.

Once inside her room, she kicked off her heels and poured them both a drink from the minibar. She turned to face him, still flushed from his earlier touch.

"So, this is just a nightcap, right?" she asked. He nodded. Both knew it was going to be more.

Rob finished his whisky, then said, "Let me go call Jill from my room first and I'll come back to you afterwards."

Back in his own room he had a warm, easy chat with his wife. Jill was busy at work but was happy to hear from him. They said their goodbyes and he changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, heart already beating faster as he walked back down the corridor.

When Jen opened the door her face was flushed, eyes bright. "That was so lucky you weren't in here," she said immediately. "Ed got all weird and possessive suddenly. He actually made me switch the camera on to prove I was alone. He is never normally like this. It's like he sensed something! Anyway, put the TV on. I need to get out of these work clothes."

She didn't walk into the bathroom. Instead, maintaining full eye contact with Rob the entire time, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slid her skirt down her hips, and peeled off her bra and panties. Her boobs bounced free, nipples already stiff. She turned slightly so he could watch her pussy lips as she bent to step out of her clothes, then climbed onto the big bed completely naked and slipped under the covers.

"You should too," she said with a straight face. "It'll help you sleep better."

Rob's clothes hit the floor in seconds. His cock was already half-hard as he slid into bed beside her.

To distract themselves they talked about the day: their clients' reactions, the numbers they'd hit, tomorrow's agenda, while both pretending they weren't lying there completely naked, bodies just inches apart. The conversation gradually slowed. Eventually they drifted off to sleep, the jet lag and the long day finally catching up with them.

The alarm woke them at 9am again. Rob woke to the feeling of something wet and warm wrapped around his cock. He was spooning Jen tightly, fully inside her this time with his thick shaft buried to the hilt in her pussy. His hand was on her breast, squeezing, rolling her hard nipple between his fingers.

Jen stirred, letting out a soft moan as she felt him deep inside.

He started to pull back instinctively.

"I feel so relaxed like this," she whispered, voice husky with sleep and arousal. "Just a minute longer. Okay?"

They stayed like that, his cock throbbing inside her, for a full minute. Then Rob began to pull out slowly and then even more slowly he pushed back in once, deep and smooth. When he repeated it, Jen gasped and jumped off the bed, eyes wide. "Naughty boy! If you start doing that, it becomes fucking, which is most definitely cheating."

She stood there for a second, breathing hard, her pussy visibly wet and slightly open from having him inside her. Then she climbed back onto the bed beside him.

"Let's just take the edge off," she said, reaching over and wrapping her hand around his wet cock. "It's not cheating if we just use our hands."

Rob groaned and reached across, sliding two thick fingers straight into her soaked pussy. They stroked each other fast and urgently, her hand pumping his shaft and his fingers curling inside her, his thumb on her clit. It didn't take long.

Jen's hips jerked against his hand. "Ah fuck Rob, your fingers, right there, don't stop, I'm--ah yes, ah yes, ah fuck I'm coming--" She shuddered and clenched around his fingers with a choked moan, soaking his hand as the orgasm rolled through her.

That finished him. "Fuck Jen, I'm coming, I'm coming--" Rob followed seconds later, shooting thick spurts of cum across his own chest and stomach, groaning through every spurt while she kept stroking him until he was spent.

Jen licked her hand clean, eyes locked on his. Rob brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted her as he licked them clean. Then she leaned over him and slowly, thoroughly licked every drop of cum off his chest and abs, humming as she swallowed.

"Right," she said, sitting back with a satisfied little smile, as if they'd just had a normal morning meeting. "You'd better go shower. See you at breakfast?"

The next day was brutally long with more back-to-back meetings, negotiations, and travel between offices across Hong Kong. Jen woke to a beautiful bouquet of flowers from Ed with a sweet note that made her stomach twist with guilt. She hadn't really cheated, she told herself. They were just helping each other sleep and letting off steam.

She and Rob were okay with their clients, but they were both tired and it showed. No client dinner was scheduled, so they headed back to the hotel for an early night.

After separate calls to their spouses, they met in Jen's room for a room-service dinner. They ate, talked shop, laughed a little. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world now, they both stripped off after he pushed the trolley with their plates outside the room door.

Jen looked at Rob, saying, "I just realised that I never got a hug goodnight from you yesterday. We always hug. Please tell me we're not going to be weird with each other because of us helping each other sleep the last few nights."

Rob stood up immediately, opening his arms wide. "We're not being weird."

She stepped into the hug. Their bodies pressed together exactly as before with her boobs pressed against his chest and her hard nipples on his skin. His thick cock slid straight between her labia, nestling hot and bare along her already wet slit. Her pussy lips wrapped around the sides of his shaft.

"Can you just hold me like this for a minute please?" she murmured against his shoulder. "It really grounds me."

Rob held her tightly. His cock kept pulsing gently against her, the head nudging her clit with every throb. Jen's breathing deepened. Her nipples stiffened into tight peaks against him. After a full minute she finally pulled back, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.

"Thanks Rob. I needed that."

Rob couldn't help staring down at her pussy. Her labia were visibly engorged now, puffy and wet. He could see the precum he had deposited on her as well.

"Can I kiss you goodnight?" he asked.

Before she could answer he dropped to his knees, leaned in, and planted his mouth directly on her pussy. His lips pressed against her in a soft, lingering kiss.

Jen jumped. "Rob!"

"It's not cheating," he murmured against her wet lips, smiling. "We always kiss goodnight on the lips."

Then his tongue came out, sliding slowly along her slit, tasting her. He licked deeper, sucking gently on her hanging outer lips before finding her clit. Jen's hands flew to his head, half pushing, half pulling him closer.

"Ah fuck. We don't normally kiss on those lips, but, but, ah fuck, your mouth is. Don't you fucking stop, lick just there, just there--" Her hips ground against his face. "Ah yes, ah yes, your tongue is so fucking. Ah fuck I'm going to come on your mouth, I'm coming, I'm coming. Yes!" Her legs started shaking and she came with her thighs clamping around his head as she moaned.

She pushed him away, panting.

"Your cock is just too fucking dangerous," she gasped, staring down at his cock with wide, lust-drunk eyes. Her pussy was dripping, lips puffy and shining from his mouth.

"We need to disarm it," Jen said, eyes dropping to Rob's throbbing, rock-hard cock. "Can you come for me?"

She moved across the room to the bed, sat down, and spread her legs wide. With two fingers she pulled her pussy lips apart, exposing her wet pink hole completely.

"Here's some inspiration," she breathed. "Stay there, wanking, and if you have superhuman cum that can fly six feet, well here is some target practice."

Rob wrapped his fist around his shaft and started stroking. Jen slipped three fingers deep into her pussy and began fucking herself hard, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her eyes stayed locked on his pumping cock.

"Fuck Rob, look at you," she moaned. "I can see that you're close. Come on me. Come on me, make your spunk fly and come on me."

It didn't take long. As Rob felt himself about to ejaculate he pinched the end of his cock hard and then finally let it go. "Ah fuck Jen I'm coming, I'm going to come on your pussy, ah fuck!"

His spunk erupted from his dick and shot easily across the six feet between them, landing directly on Jen's spread-open pussy. Several thick strands splashed right onto and inside her hole as her fingers worked furiously to make her come.

The moment his hot cum hit her, Jen came hard too. "Ah fuck it's on me, it's in me, ah yes, ah yes, coming, I am fucking coming! Ah it's so wrong but so, ah fuck!" She shuddered, moaning, her pussy visibly contracting and sucking his cum deeper as she kept fingering herself through it and pushing more of his cum inside her pussy.

She stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing heavily, then quietly got up and went to the bathroom to wash off. When she returned she climbed into bed and pulled the covers over them both.

"It's disarmed," she whispered with a small smile. "We can sleep now."

The 9am alarm on their final day sounded. Once again they woke in perfect sync with Rob balls-deep inside Jen's pussy, his hand squeezing her breast, fingers pinching her hard nipple. She sighed lazily and started rocking back and forth on his cock, fucking herself slowly.

"Jen? What are you doing?" Rob groaned, voice strained.

"It's too late," she whispered, still moving. "I could feel your cum still deep inside me when I fell asleep. If I'm getting pregnant it's not from some fucking target practice."

She pulled off him, got on all fours, and looked back over her shoulder, bum up, pussy dripping and open. "Well?"

Rob's cock twitched violently at the sight. But he forced himself to pull back.

"Tonight," he said, breathing hard. "If you still want me to, I'll fuck you senseless. For now though, we haven't deliberately cheated and we're getting Plan B, or whatever they call it here, first thing."

Jen stood up and turned to him, pulling him into a tight hug. Her soaked pussy rubbed along his cock one last time before he gently disengaged. They got ready for the day.

The final day was back-to-back meetings again and then straight to the airport. The opportunity to cross that final line had slipped away. On the two flights home they sat and slept side by side, quiet and comfortable.

When they landed, Jen went with Rob to his house to pick up her car. His house was empty as everyone else was either at work or school.

Jen looked at him in the hallway.

"A week ago you'd never seen my body or me yours," she said softly. "Are we okay to go back to work hubby and work wife, Rob?"

"We will be," Rob replied. "Are you in a rush to go back to your empty house?"

She shook her head.

He started stripping right there. "Good, because I thought I would work on my jet-lag training."

Jen's face flushed, but she smiled and began undressing too, peeling everything off until she stood naked in front of him again.

Jen looked him in the eyes and said, "In Hong Kong you said that if I still wanted it that night, then you would, as you put it, 'fuck me senseless'. Well, I do still want it, Rob. I want it now. Let's go upstairs so you can fuck me senseless."

They picked up their clothes and Jen walked up the stairs swinging her bum from side to side, with Rob mesmerised by her pussy that was visible as he walked up behind her. She walked into the guest room where it all began just a week earlier.

She crawled onto the bed, bum up and pussy pushed out -- just as she had in Hong Kong. She looked over her shoulder and said, "My pussy is wet and empty. Can you help me fix that please, my work hubby?"

He didn't need a second invitation. Rob climbed onto the bed behind her. He licked across her lips, savouring the taste, then pushed his tongue in and out of her pussy as if fucking her with it. Jen moaned and then said, "That feels amazing but I want you to fuck me with your cock and not your tongue, Rob."

Rob pulled up. He was already rock hard and his cock slid smoothly into her pussy as he reached forward to pinch and pull at her nipples as he started to thrust. The room was filled by their moans and the sound of his balls slapping against Jen's clit.

After a short while, Jen reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. "Ah fuck Rob, you're in me, your cock is in my cunt and I fucking love it! Fuck me harder, don't you dare stop or pull out, I'm going to, going to, ah yes, ah yes, right there..." Her voice broke. "Ah fuck I'm coming on your cock, I'm coming, I'm coming, Yes! Yes!!" She clenched hard around him, shaking, pushing back onto every inch of his cock as her orgasm tore through her.

The clenching of her pussy on his cock pushed him over the edge too. "Fuck Jen I'm coming, I'm coming in you, I'm fucking coming deep in your pussy. Ah take it, take all of my spunk, ah fucking hell!" He pushed in deep, held his cock there as he fired spurt after spurt of his cum deep into her womb, groaning through each pulse while she kept rocking on him.

"Ah so warm, so much cum, I can feel you filling me," Jen gasped, still twitching around him.

Eventually she pulled forward and turned around to suck and lick his cock clean, moaning as she tasted both of them.

They dressed. Rob watched as she pulled her knickers up over her very cummy pussy before putting on the rest of her clothes.

They walked downstairs together and without another word Jen pulled her coat on and headed off home, Rob's cum still warm and leaking out from her pussy the whole drive home.

It was only after she had left that Rob remembered that he hadn't bought her the Plan B that he had promised they would get.

The following morning, Jen was at her desk when Vicky and Mike, their internal competition, strolled over. Mike leaned casually against the partition while Vicky took one long look at Jen's face, her slightly flushed cheeks, and the faint glow that hadn't quite left her eyes.

Vicky's lips curled into a knowing smile. She leaned in close and whispered right in Jen's ear, low enough that only she could hear:

"Oh that is so cool. You guys are fucking too!"

Jen froze for a second, her heart racing. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but the heat rushed back to her face. She noticed Vicky had said "too". Vicky pulled back just enough to meet Jen's eyes, clearly delighted and a little excited.

"Don't even try to deny it," Vicky whispered again, glancing quickly toward Rob's office across the floor. "I know that freshly-fucked look. So, how long has this been going on? Isn't it a rush!"

Jen gave her a crooked smile and said, "So that's why you two are so successful too. Chemistry, right?"

As she said the word chemistry, Jen thought to herself, "Fuck! I still haven't got my Plan B." She couldn't remember if she was still in the window to be able to take it.