Inviting My Co-Worker Over
I’d love to invite my work wife over while my real wife is out. It’d be for something innocent, a work project or something but with all the sexual tension between us, it’d only be minutes before I’m leaning in for a kiss. She’d act a little shocked, for the fun of it more than anything else. She’d have seen the ring on my finger for months. She’d have seen the wedding photos on the wall. She’d know me. And she’d love it.
I’d grope her perfect ass while she plasters my neck with kisses. “Fuck, your ass is so much hotter than hers,” I’d say. I’d hear her moan, loving the comparison. “We should have done this months ago.”
We’d spend what’d feel like hours grinding and making out, our clothes slowly disappearing over time. My fingers would sink into the flesh of her tight, bare ass and my eyes would drink up every inch of her perfect pair of tits. Tits… that would look better in my wife’s lingerie than my wife herself. And that’d be it for me. I’d pull her hair, pulling her back off me slightly.
And then I’d plunge my fingers into her cunt and watch her lose her mind slightly. “I can… FUCK… I can feel your ring, Sir.” God, it’d be so hard not to blast ropes of cum from my cunt drool soaked cock there and then. She’d feel my fucking wedding ring, the material sum of my vows with my wife, deep inside her cunt while I cheat on my pathetic, worthless wife. I’d throw here against my couch and desperately pound my cock inside her, drilling her like I’d never fuck my wife. Slapping my balls against her ass like I’d never felt anything as good as her before.
I’d tell her to keep going, to mock and degrade my wife while I told her how fucking hot she is. I’d tell her she makes my wife feel like a cheap plastic pocket pussy. That a man like me deserves a set of holes like hers. That I’d take money out of our shared account and give it to my little homewrecking work wife. Fuck, I’d tell next time we should skip the bullshit. That I should just dress her up in my wife’s wedding lingerie and fuck her on our bed immediately. I wouldn’t bother holding back. It’s okay to cum in your work wife after all, isn’t it?
And to top it off, I’d buy a matching pair of rings… just for the two of us to wear at work. My wife would never know.