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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Pete was back in my office on Monday. Not first thing - that might have been too obvious - but early in the afternoon. He would make a good poker player, is what I thought as he sat there across the desk. Nothing on his face gave any clue as to the events of Saturday evening.
He was wondering if I'd made any decisions about that position. Just asking, you know. I gave him what reassurance I could - told him that I was still thinking things through, looking at the big picture, and so on. He relaxed a little at that, even though I hadn't given him anything concrete. He said how nice it had been to get together on Saturday, and I agreed. Then he casually dropped an invitation for the next weekend, which I accepted with a smile.
So I turned up again, just as the previous week, but with a good idea that I was going to get more than just dinner. Once again it was a relaxed evening; Anna wore the same dress as last time, and I guessed she was naked beneath it. Once again she ended up next to me on the sofa. And then Pete said he needed to go and get something from the local shop, cream I think, for the dessert we were about to devour. It was so obvious that I had to stop myself laughing out loud.
No sooner had Pete closed the front door than Anna turned to me with a smile and told me just what sort of cream she'd rather have.
She lost no time in pulling down my trousers and pants. My cock was already semi-hard in anticipation and after a few strokes of her hand, it stood up proudly. This time Anna knelt between my legs and started to lick up and down, up and down my shaft. Her eyes met mine as she gave it her devoted attention. And when she slipped the head between her perfect lips, I couldn't help but groan with pleasure.
The next few minutes were sheer pleasure. I sat back and watched her head bobbing up and down, her immaculate dark-blonde locks falling over my thighs as she worked her magic. Her hands weren't idle, either - fondling my balls, wrapping around the base of my shaft as she teased the head. I tried not to interfere with the excellent job she was doing, except for occasionally stroking her hair back so I could see her face a little.
It was all a bit surreal. I mean, it wasn't the first time I'd been given a blow job on a sofa, but here and now? The wife of a work colleague and friend? This was something new. And she was good, believe me. She knew just how to pleasure me, how to keep me on edge. I wondered if she did this for Pete, too, but I just couldn't see it. And then I wondered if she did it for other men, and that was enough to make me erupt into her warm, welcoming mouth.
She carefully worked my cock with her hand until every drop of cum had been extracted, then looked up at me, smiling, and I knew she'd swallowed it all. Then she raised herself until we were face to face and gave me a deep, lingering, slightly musky kiss.
Pete wasn't back yet, and I wasn't sure what sort of small-talk would be appropriate, but Anna broke the silence. I forget her exact words, but the message was very clear. There was more where that came from - much more. She told me I had a big and attractive cock (which, to be honest, I knew already, as she wasn't the first married woman to enjoy me). She told me she was sure something could be arranged, in the right circumstances. Very diplomatic, I thought.
We kissed again, I sorted myself out and then Pete was back and we moved on to the next course.
to be continued...
Look out for the next chapter in which Pete receives an offer he can't refuse... |
