Liberated Wife

She hears her husband first, his undignified grunts. Then she hears the other woman’s high-pitched squeals. They remind her of a stay on a ranch with friends years ago. The pigs. The music from the Christmas party is loud, but it tunes out in her head to be replaced by the unmistakable sound of fucking.

Any other day, they would have seen her standing there, but the lights were all out, away from the open plan part of the office. Another moment in time, and they’d have heard her, sensed her presence, but not right then. Right then, they were distracted by an almighty mutual orgasm.

From the doorway of her husband’s large office, she watched the final trusts of their lovemaking. Her husband stood at the edge of his desk, holding the thighs of the new admin assistant apart. She lay back writhing and groaning, with her shirt torn asunder, revealing the kind of breasts women envy, men kill for, and you’ll usually only see on young ladies or the operating table.

‘Fuck’, she thought, ‘she must be in her mid-twenties if that. Twenty years younger than him, ten years younger than me. So terrible. So bad.'

His wife, who still went unnoticed by the door, tried to speak, tried to shout her disapproval, her anger. But it wasn’t only anger she felt. There was something else behind it that was altogether unpleasant.

She had never watched anyone have sex before. Hardly ever seen porn. Sometimes it had been on TV at parties in her college days, but she only remembered being shocked by the size of the penis’ and how much the women seemed to love them. Acting! All acting.

But here was real sex. Mad lust and sweat sex. She couldn’t see his cock, but of course, she knew it well. It was uncut, not long but thick, and it turned slightly upwards, which gave it the edge on any other cocks she’d had. Not that she’d had many.

She could imagine it giving the young woman what she needed. She was arching her back as she climaxed, forcing herself onto him and digging her nails into the sides of the desk.

She could also imagine how her tight body, tight pussy, sand exy face could make him wild with passion. The kind of passion they had not had for a long time.

It hurt, but it also turned her on. Seeing anyone having sex in the ‘flesh’ would have made her wet, she thought later. But it probably that it was him that made it so much hotter. She cursed herself for thinking that way.

The young woman pulled herself up using his shirt collar, which also pulled him down. In the middle, they met and kissed, long and hard, his hands on her breasts, her hand reaching down to his crotch.

Hell! They would probably have sex again, right away. His cock would get hard for her quickly. It was years since he had done that with her, had sex twice in a night.

The young admin assistant slid from the table to her knees. The wife saw her husband’s hard pick enter her mouth, and that was too much.

She ran. She ran, but she couldn’t get the image from her head. Even while dashing down the corridor,r she could still see the girl on her knees. Her husband holding her head, pushing it in. The girl from Admin, what was her name? She would be able to take it. Like all young women these days, she was probably an expert on deep throat. No gag, no hesitation, fully submissive.

It made the wife sweat from more than running.

At another doorway, she halted. She wanted to go home, quit the party, and probably quit her husband, but that meant going across the open office. There was no way she could face anyone.

In her panic, she fled into the stationary cupboard. She planned to stay there until it was quiet.

Her mind went to them, though. To her husband fucking another woman. Not just that one. She imagined other women in their office, her friends, strangers, her sister. The way he looked at her sometimes. Oh god, who else had he had?

But it wasn’t a feeling of horror; it filled her with lust. Where she lay hidden in a corner, she hitched up her skirt and fumbled her fingers onto her wet pussy. And hell was it wet! She hadn’t been like this in an age either. She began to rub.

She imagined they had seen her, were laughing at her, showing off their fucking. The humiliation gave her tingles. Was she weak? What kind of twisted fetish was that?

She didn’t cum, though, so she altered her fantasy a little and tried a different scenario.

Now, she imagined confidently striding over to the lovers. She takes her husband’s cock out of the other woman and strokes it. With her other hand, she fingers the girl.

What? She has never thought about other women like this. She’s not a Lesbian. But… Oh, she nearly makes it. As she imagines making the pair of them cum using only her hands, she nearly does herself. She is so close. It builds and builds, and she waits for the crash, the wave to engulf her, but it alludes to her.

It alludes to her this time because she is disturbed.

The door is opened so fiercely that it sounds like it is being broken. She panics that someone knew she was in here, that perhaps her drunk and ridiculous husband is gatecrashing her solo party. She isn’t in the mood for an argument.

Mind you, she would let him fuck her, however much she hated him right now. Why? Because she’d fuck anyone who could get her off. She needed it so damned badly.

But it wasn’t him or anyone else looking for her. It was a horny couple looking for a place to get down and dirty.

Once, she might have thought this romantic, the start of something big. But now she could only imagine they were both cheating on spouses left at home. And that thought was so much hotter. She was a bad person! But maybe she hoped just this once, just while she was turned on tonight. She’d be normal again tomorrow.

His cock came out; his hands went up her dress. It was crazy. They hadn’t seen her. She felt invisible tonight. A voyeur. She was going to watch another couple fucking live. Half an hour ago, she didn’t think, or want, to see any. But she couldn’t get enough.

Now, she couldn’t take her eyes away. She imagined being invisible for real, walking into houses to watch neighbours, strangers, her own work colleagues fucking. Fucking, licking, sucking. Discovering all their kinks, seeing men and women naked. Her head was dizzy from how high she felt. She wanted to touch herself again, to cum when this couple orgasmed. To do it in time with them.

But she needed to be fucked. She needed a replacement cock. Oh god, she’d have to get a rabbit like her friends all gushed over (in both senses of the word!).

She flailed around for a replacement. A marker pen? Too small. Maybe for her ass? Golly gosh, she was a wrong-un tonight. Stapler? She wasn’t that wrong! Board rubber.

A white board rubber, unused, ripped from its packet stuffed up. Their moans covering the noises she made.

A little uncomfortable for a few seconds then it was in, and out again. And in, and out ohhhh yesss, it was doing it’s job! She was nearly there. She imagined men’s cocks. Different men. What would all the men she knew look like naked? What would they look like turned on? Would any of them want to be where this was now?

The couple had moved on from kissing and fondling. He was between her legs, licking at her pussy. She leaned back on the shelves, her legs tense, her hand pushing the back of his head deeper into her mound.

The wife was so jealous. A tongue? Down there? He never did that. She told him she didn’t like it. It was her fault, but, well, he never tried. Now, by all that’s hot in the world, she wanted it.

She fucked herself harder, and the movement meant the woman being eaten out noticed her… “Brad!”

“Mm mm,” he didn’t stop.

“There’s a woman over there fucking herself with… What is it darling?”

The wife, her name is Louise, by the way, had stopped fucking herself but not pulled it out, spoke quietly, nervously. “A whiteboard rubber.” She crossed her legs over it, holding it in, hoping to still get that orgasm, but not brave enough to keep thrusting it in and out with the woman watching.

“She’s Fucking her coochie with a whiteboard rubber. You hear me, Brad?”

Brad gave himself a break to look. Louise could see he was panting and covered in her liquids. He looked wonderful.

“Damn, babe!” he said, “It’s the boss’s wife.”

“No? You o,k dear?” the babe said.

Still holding her hip, Brad shook his head. “I get it. This is about Jenni. You know her, babe? She’s the new admin girl. I knew they were… but tonight? Shit…”

“Oh, oh yeah. Oh no. Come here, darling.” The ‘babe’ motioned for Louise, the wife, to come over to them. She let the whiteboard rubber fall from her vagina and crawled over to them.

It wasn’t clear how it all happened, how they knew what she needed but it all went perfectly.

The other woman hugged her. Louise began to cry. Her lover kissed Louise’s belly and seconds later had moved under her long dress.

She didn’t resist when he pushed his tongue inside her and then moved to her clit like a professional. Well, maybe you couldn’t even be better than him!

Instantly, it felt so much more than anything she had done to herself. Perhaps sensing how quickly she would cum he give her space to breathe, to relax into it, to enjoy and savour the moment.

While still crying, she moaned. Pleasure and pain were so close together; she was learning that tonight.

The woman had held her, but now her hands wondered over her face, her hair, her breasts. This was as good as she’d ever been touched. A woman’s touch! Was that what she had been missing from her life?

The woman kissed away her tears as Louise began to calm into a different, sweeter kind of agitation. Then, kissed on the lips, she pinched her nipple, and Louise’s body trembled and shook in orgasm as the man’s tongue lapped faster in time with her need.

The woman held her up, because Louise’s legs gave way and she thought she might pass out.

Once she had settled her feet on the floor again the man, Brad, stood up and kissed his babe over Louise’s shoulder.

It was a fierce kiss sodden in desire. They seemed to the wife to be the sexiest couple in the world.

Her pussy pulsed so wildly she imagined you could see it move beneath her dress.

What next? Should she leave? Leave them to their fucking? Surely now she was just intruding? Sometimes she could be so innocent, they loved having her there! Well, up until tonight, she always had been innocent.

“More?” Brad said. He didn’t wait for an answer but simply sunk to his knees again. He was going to start licking a second time! She couldn’t take that. The orgasm had left her clit so sensitive she would scream if he touched it.

He seemed to know that, though. He was a real lover. He knew what he was doing. But so did his partner…

Instead of kissing her, the babe sunk to her knees, too, but behind her. Louise soon felt her dress over her bum ruffled up, soft hands parting her cheeks, and a wet tongue exploring her arse.

Was this a mistake? Is that what she meant to do? Of course, it was. But how could something so wrong be so right?

With two heads hidden beneath her dress and two tongues exploring her most private places, she knew she would soon be undergoing the orgasm of the century. And this time, she was sure to fall down!

Minutes later, in a leap on the floor, with the couple kissing each other, kissing her, she also knew something else, very important. This would not be the last time she cheated. These would not be the only people she cheated with. Her life would never be the same again.

Raise a toast to that! What a great party.writing here…