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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The story so far. I'm Pete's manager at work, and he's been pushing for promotion. He's not really ready for it, so I've put him on an intensive training course. Fortunately his wife, Anna, is all to willing to make her own amusement while he's busy in the evenings. More specifically, she's happy to amuse herself with me...
I visited the happy couple later in the week to encourage Pete in his studies. Anna needed no encouragement, I'm happy to report. We got to talking while waiting for Pete to finish, and I suggested it might be better to give him a free house for his studies. Anna could come and visit me, leaving him with no distractions.
And so it was that I welcomed Anna into my bed twice a week. I have never met a woman so insatiable for sex. Her visits left me drained in more ways than one. She would often arrive ready for action, with nothing more than a long coat over her choice of undies. We had left behind any pretence that she was doing it for Pete - this woman knew what she wanted, and as long as I could provide it, I was very happy.
As the weeks went by we explored each other's bodies and minds. Lust was high on our agenda, and we were addicted to one another. Anna started leaving items of clothing with me and we had a nicely stocked toybox to add a little spice. Pete seemed happy at work, though he seemed to be avoiding me a lot these days. He was coming up for his first progress check, which would be assessed online, and I thought it was time to up the ante. Anna readily agreed when I suggested she should stay over that night instead of going home to Pete. He would have enough on his plate.
We didn't tell him beforehand, just in case it put him off his stride, but I'd asked him to call me when he'd finished and got his result. I knew where we'd be and what we'd be doing, and when the call came through I put him on speaker. Pete had done well, certainly well enough to move on to the next stage, so I congratulated him (a bit of ego massaging with the promise of a work email to tell his colleagues about it). And as Anna rode me, slowly, she congratulated him too. Then she told him she'd see him tomorrow.
I'm sure I heard him gulp, but he can't have been totally surprised, and he managed to slip in a "goodnight" before hanging up.
We did manage some sleep, but a lot of the night was spent in more productive activity. Morning coffee and breakfast in bed before we went our separate ways.
I popped my head into Pete's cubicle to congratulate him again and remind him that the next stage would be harder. Though (and I didn't say this) nowhere near as hard as I'd been the night before.
to be continued... |
