Office Tea Break
I recently discovered my husband had had an affair. His excuse was the stresses and strains of work, but Icouldn’t get over the fact that he’d gone with some overweight office-junior, when I’m a trim, attractive red-head in her early thirties. As a result, our sex-life died and while I said I forgave him, I just couldn’t forget. His reaction was to tell me that I needed to get it out of my system and he’d understand, whatever that meant.
Jake, the office temp, was coming up to his last day. All the girls in the office were going to miss him; he’s in his late twenties, good-looking and looks like he packs a punch in the trouser-department. We used to hang out on our tea-break; they’re staggered in the office: two at a time for 20 minutes only. Our last tea-break happened at three-fifteen. We met in the cupboard, laughingly known as the tea-room and fell straight into our standard flirting. But Jake seemed a little more reserved.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I’m really going to miss you,” he said.
“Aw!” I replied, going in for a hug. “I’m going to miss you, too.”
“No,” he whispered. “I’m really going to miss you.” And with that, he pulled me closer and I could feel something big and hard pressing against my groin.
Suddenly, all the sexual frustration and anger I’d felt at my husband boiled up. I put my hand between his legs and rubbed.
“What are you going to miss most about me?” I murmured.
“Your sexy backside,” he groaned.
“Lock the door.”
As he turned away, I bent over the worktop and pulled my thong down.
“It’s yours,” I growled. “Once and once only.”
He didn’t need asking twice: he unzipped his flies and grabbing my breasts and biting and nibbling at my neck, he took me on the spot. As he pumped away at me, I pushed myself against him, supporting myself on the worktop. After five minutes of grinding and groaning, he exploded inside me and I enjoyed the biggest orgasm of my life.
When I got home that night, I found my husband on the sofa. “Guess what?” I smiled, unbuttoning my shirt and straddling him. “All is forgiven…”