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Late Nights In Office (fm:sex at work, 2387 words)

Author: BabaYaga
Added: Oct 23 2025Views / Reads: 531 / 469 [88%]Story vote: 9.50 (5 votes)
Late nights in the office are never boring!
 


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It was around 9 30pm and I was sitting in office. Everyone else had left but I had some work to get done to meet a client deadline. That is when I heard someone and when I looked up, I saw my business partner's wife walk towards my office. She came straight in and asked me if I knew where her husband was. I knew he was out with his mistress, but bros before hoes, so I told her I had not the faintest idea.

She sat down in a visitor's chair and started talking about how she suspected her husband was cheating on her. I asked her why did she think that.

"Well for starters he said he is on office and he isn't here, why would he lie?" she asked.

"Did you ask him what does office mean? We have a lot of clients with teams deputed on-site, maybe he is at one of the clients," I replied matter of factly.

"Oh, yeah, stupid me. But I still suspect he is," she said, defiantly.

"Please elaborate. Why do you think that? He has a pretty wife, a beautiful daughter, why would he be sleeping around?" I asked, adamant at putting the suspicion out of her head.

"I can't say," she replied. Tears welled up in her eyes.

I got up, went to my cupboard and got a bottle out. I poured us both drinks, and gave her a glass. We both sipped and continued talking. I took her mind off the topic and allowed her to ease up a little, distracting her. When she had a couple of drinks down, I asked her again.

"It is because I think I do not satisfy him in bed."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"You know, he is quite big down there, and he hurts me. I cant even take him all the way in. He is the size of my forearm for crying out loud, and I can't manage to take him all the way in. He gets mad sometimes because of my inability to do so. One time in anger he even called her name and told me she has no problems taking it. But that was a good while ago, since then he swears he has stopped seeing her. But I don't know," she said, and started sobbing.

"And it is not like he satisfies me."

"How does that work?" I ask curiously.

"Well you see, he is so big, it hurts me, and sometimes I want a dick which can go all the way in and not hurt me. I want to fuck without the fear of pain. I want to cum on a cock that is all the way inside me. And because I cant take much of his cock in my mouth, he doesn't go down on me as well," she carried on blabbering, spilling out secrets I didn't want to know.

Me and my partner had fucked some women together when on work related trips. I knew he was big but as big as her forearm was an exaggeration. And I knew he was with his mistress right now. And that mistress took him all the way in and fucked his dick like a pro. And she was the same woman he had named in front of his wife out of frustration. It was an amateur mistake on his part saying her name, but I always told him I get why he does what he does, but if it came down to his family getting harmed, he would have to stop. Now his wife was sitting in front of me, kinda drunk and sobbing. She was a beautiful woman.

I was tipsy as well and started noticing her features, not that I hadn't done it before, but right now, it was with a different feeling. I noticed how simply she was dressed and still looked so pretty. Her hair was up in a messy bun - my weakness - and her neck was on full display. She wore a simple white T and I noticed the colour of her bra was pinkish. She wore a pair of skin fit sky blue colored jeans rounded off with Skechers on her feet.

The long silence made my thoughts wander and something stirred between my legs. I didn't like that feeling, so I engaged her again in

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