2. The Colleague
My marriage hasn’t been good for the last ten years, these last two even worse. You see our son left for college two years ago and that’s when it really went down hill fast. We barely speak to each other and have had sex once in that time. I brought up divorce a year ago, but he wouldn’t hear it. He won’t divorce me, but he doesn’t care about us anymore either. He travels more, for work he says but I’m not sure, I still do his laundry and I’ve smelt the faint smell of perfume, business meetings I’m sure.
Every year my company hosts a ‘company retreat’ for a week. It’s basically a free vacation, for the first couple days we have to attend some team building exercises, but after that we are pretty well free to do as we wish. This year it’s in the mountains a few hours away, I’m excited. It’s going to be so beautiful this time of year. That and I’m actually looking forward to some time away, to think.
I load up the car and get ready to leave. It’s Saturday and I want to beat the traffic, “I’m leaving. I’ll be back in a week,” I get no response, as usual he doesn’t even acknowledge that I’m there. Sighing I drive away. If it wasn’t for my son and my job, I probably wouldn’t even come back at all.
I paid the difference and upgraded my room to one with a jetted tub, a balcony with a view. The company just pays for the standard room, I knew I’d also be away from everyone else, as people rarely do this. I settled in and decided to walk around, I had a few hours before things were to start, a meet and greet for those that arrived early.
I turned the corner and saw him stepping out of the pool, my mouth dropped. He was gorgeous. He had brown hair and eyes, his muscles tight and bulging, his abs formed a perfect V. Suddenly I was aware of how wet my underwear were. I could trace that V with my tongue.
He clears his throat, pulling me back to reality. “Can I help you miss?
“N..no. I..I’m fine,” I quickly walk back to my room, thank god I brought my vibrator with me. I pull it out, stripping out of my now ruined underwear, it glides in easy. I turn it on, pumping it in and out as I picture him, screaming as my orgasm hits. I shower, change and head down to the meet and greet.
There he is sitting at the bar, he hands me a glass of champagne, “fancy seeing you here.”
I nod, taking a sip, “indeed,” I extend my hand, “Maggie Elderman.”
He shakes it, “Zane Patrick.”
“Patrick,” I almost choke, “as in Mr. Patrick, the new COO?”
“That would be the one,” oh my god I just fantasized about our new COO! “Are you staying in suite 1310?”
How does he know, “I am. How did you know that?”
He looks me up and down, I was having second thoughts wearing a dress that showed off my figure. I was proud to be nearing forty and still wearing a size two. “I’m in 1308. I heard noises earlier and I was hoping it was you. I see you’re alone.” Oh my god! He heard me! I can feel my face blushing. He rubs my check, “tell me, where you imagining it was me instead of whatever you were using?”
Wow, he’s cocky. “I’m married,” I state, unsure of what else to say.
He shrugs, “it’s not a good one.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Mrs. Elderman, Maggie, I make it a point to know about my employees.”
“Do you hit on all of them too?”
He steps closer to me, “no, but I think you and I could help each other.”
“Oh, and how’s that?”
“I need a date for a charity event next Saturday and you need mind blowing sex.”
“I am not a prostitute!” I whisper shout.
“I didn’t say you were. When was the last time you had sex? And I mean with a man, not a toy.”
I sighed, he was being forward and I was doing my best not to get angry, “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” finishing my glass and setting it down.
He nods his head, “so should your husband be the only one having sex in your marriage?”
“I think we’re done. Goodnight,” I turn to walk away. He has no idea what he’s talking about.
He grabs my arm, “I have something I want to show you. Come.” He leads me up to his room, I stop as he opens the door, “relax, I’ll only bite if you ask.” He opens the door and steps aside to allow me in. Once I’m in he locks the door, walks over to the dresser and pulls out a Manila envelope. Handing it to me, “I think you should see these.”
Hesitantly I open it, it has pictures of my husband with a beautiful brunette. There’s one of them sitting at a restaurant, one of her riding him, her sucking his dick, and one of him eating her out. I toss the pictures back at him, “what’s the point of this?”
He closes the gap between us, “your husband and my wife have been fucking each other for over a year.”
“W..what do you want me to do about it?” His mouth inches from mine.
He runs his hand down my body, stopping at my waist, “I think it’s time we give them a taste of their own medicine.”
I try to pull away but he holds me in place, “I’m not interested in helping you get your wife back, and besides it’s against company policy to date coworkers.”
He unties my dress and it falls to the floor, leaving me in my matching lace bra and underwear, “I have no interest in getting my wife back, and nobody will know what we do behind closed doors,” he unhooks my bra, kneading my breasts, I can feel my underwear getting wet. He rubs my aching mound, “I know you want this. Tell me you don’t and I’ll stop right now.”
I moaned as pushes my underwear to the side and slips a finger inside, slowly pumping. “Oh god.” He adds another finger and increases his pace, I pull him towards me and kiss him roughly. I unbutton his pants and free his dick, it feels huge in my hand, I begin stroking him until my orgasm hits. Looking at him, “since our spouses are sleeping with each other, that means they are not having sex with us. How long has it been for you?”
He shreds my underwear, “to fucking long,” he picks me up and throws me on the bed, “your fucking gorgeous.” He sucks on each of my nipples, working his way down, I clamp my legs together, he pulls them apart, “I haven’t seen a woman naked in over a year, I’m going to devour this pussy before I fuck you senseless.” He dives in, like he hasn’t ate anything in months. He moans as he licks, like a dog laying up water, he rubs my clit with his thumbs as he curls his tongue up. I push his head further in as my second orgasm rolls out of me and he sucks up all of my juices. He kisses his way back up, “condom?”
“No, it’s my turn to return the favor.”
I get on my knees, ready to take him in my mouth and he pushes me back down, “later. I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he slowly enters me groaning, “you feel so good. I just want to fucking ride you so hard,” he bends down and captures my breast in his mouth, grating his teeth along my nipple. He pumps, but I can tell he’s holding back, I raise my legs up and place them on his shoulders, he picks up his pace, both of us moaning in pleasure. I scream as my orgasm hits.
“Don’t hold back,” that’s all it took, he flipped me over and enters me roughly. He pounds me until the sound of his balls slapping off of my was louder than our moans. He pound two more orgasms out of me before finding his own release.
He collapsed next to me on the bed, pulling me tight to him, I can feel him coming to life again against my ass, “how long until we can do that again?”
I rolled over bent down and took him in my mouth, he moaned as I bobbed my head up and down. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, I froze, his dick still in my mouth. “Mr. Patrick, sir?”
Holding my head still, “yes. Who is it?”
“Mrs. Charleston sent me up, you’re due to give your speech in five minutes.”
“Fuck,” he whispers, “I’ll be right there,”
I suck hard pulling away with an audible pop, the reality of the situation sinking in. I wrap the sheet around me, “this is a bad idea. I think we should just stop.”
He leans in and kisses me passionately, “no. We’re not. As we speak my wife is being served divorce papers along with copies of the pictures and a settlement offer. Our prenup clearly states if she comments infedelity, she gets nothing. I would expect for your husband to serve you as well within the week. Leave your door unlocked and I’ll be over to finish what you started as soon as I’m done,” he motions to the door leading to my room, we had adjoining rooms. He quickly dresses and leaves.
I quickly dress and walk to the few feet to my room, the reality of what he said sinking in. I order room service and pull out my laptop to check my bank account. I don’t really know why I did, I separated our accounts two years ago, taking the majority of the money out. It was mine after all, my commissions are never below six figures. If you want to get technical about it, I’m the only one on the deed to our home. I don’t know why, but I unlocked the door that connected our rooms even though I told him we weren’t going to that again. God, I got wet just thinking about him. I ate my supper and set my tray in the hall then ran a bath. I need to soak and think.
I stepped out of the tub, wrapping a plush robe around me, I grabbed a cup of hot tea and walked out into my balcony. The view is amazing out here. I watched the stars before going back in and closing the doors, I turned around and he was standing in my room. I didn’t even hear him come in.
He quickly strips down to his boxers, his dick making an obvious tent. He walks over to me, “now, where did we leave off?” He dips his hand inside my robe, cupping my breast.
I bite my lip to avoid moaning, “with me telling you that we shouldn’t do this.”
He unties my robe letting it fall to the floor, leaving me naked, “if I remember correctly you were giving me a blow job and I told you we are doing this,” he rubs my mound, “now are you going to pick where you left off? I’ve been thinking about your lips around my dick all night.” He thrusts a finger inside, curling it forward, “there’s so many things I want to do to you,” he walks us over to the bed and he sits down still pumping his finger in and out of me.
I look down and his boxers are gone, he’s naked his glorious dick standing at attention. I get on my knees taking him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip when I bring my head up, I can hear him moaning. He wraps his hands in my hair gently guiding me, I look up and see his head back and eyes closed, his moans getting louder. He tugs slightly on my hair, “fuck, your mouth feels good,” I can feel his dick twitching, “I’m going to cum,” he shoved my head down as he shouts his semen to the back of my throat. I stood up, wiping the dribble of semen off my chin and crawled into bed. He laid on top of me, kissing me roughly tasting himself, “where’s that toy you were using earlier?” I sheepishly point to my bag. He retrieved it, pushing between my legs apart he spreads my lips apart then diving in with his tongue.
I moan in pleasure as he plunges his tongue in and out. I hear the low hum of the vibrator, he plunges it into me causing me to jump slightly at the intrusion. He pumps it and out of me as he sucks and licks my clit. I can feel my orgasm building when suddenly he stops and pulls out the vibrator. Before I can say anything he rolls us over and thrusts me down onto him, “ride me.” I thrust up and down, riding him hard, both us moaning in pleasure. His mouth captures my breasts and I scream as my orgasm hits. He lifts me up, setting me on his face and sucks up all my juices.
“Oh my god, you’re amazing!” I cry as I roll off of his face. I haven’t had sex like this in ages, I’ve never had multiple orgasms with my husband.
“There isn’t anything going on until five tomorrow night and I plan to spend the entire time in this room either eating or fucking you.”