Tough day at the office…

“Tough day, huh?” the secretary asks her boss, already knowing the answer as she reaches across him to put a cup of tea on the desk.

“Maybe I can make it better…” she whispers in his ear, as standing behind him, in that big leather chair, she proceeds to press her large breasts against the back of his head.

He makes a weak attempt to resist, but the secretary is undeterred, she knows he doesn’t really mean it as she nuzzles into his neck, breathes into his ear and moves her hands slowly down his chest and towards his belt buckle.

Her hunch is confirmed as one hand moves lower and gently squeezes his groin. It’s already semi-hard and responds quickly to her touch..She’s gently biting his ear lobe now, kissing his neck, caressing his balls, making the day’s problems disappear…
“Keep the glasses on” he demands, as she kneels now at his feet, almost underneath the desk.

As he looks down from his chair, he feels compelled to stroke the strands of blonde hair, that have fallen over her delicate cheekbones to reveal her beautiful, if admittedly now time-weary face in all its glory. Her blue eyes are piercing and intense – never more so than right now – and a wicked grin is on her lips. On closer inspection, you can see the crow’s feet around her eyes, but the thick make-up does a good job of hiding them most days. She certainly still looks very good for her age, in a brassy, slutty, kinda way. A sort of poor-man’s Tasha Reign, if you will, but most people would guess she was in her mid 40’s, not early 50’s…
Her slender fingers grapple at his belt and then his flies, and as she does he notes the big, diamond-encrusted ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. Her bloke did seem a bit of a sap when they met at that party, by no means enough to keep this little pocket-rocket happy.

He utches himself out of his trousers and his hardness is uncomfortably pushing against the top of his boxer shorts. The little blonde secretary helps him out of those with expertise and an even bigger smile lights up her face.

Without a word she grips his shaft with her slender hand and slowly teases his bell-end with gentle strokes between her thumb and fore finger. He grapples with her hairband and finally her blonde locks tumble down her back for him to run his fingers through.

He slumps back in the chair and closes his eyes as she goes to work on him. Her hand is cupping his balls, gently squeezing and caressing them, whilst she plants sloppy kisses and licks on the underside of his shaft, before fully engulfing him in her mouth. She loves his fat, uncut cock. So much more willing than her husband’s these days.

Quickly he is aroused and sits forward and grips her blonde hair in two tight fistfuls before actively face-fucking his eager little secretary.

She’s moaning and sighing and slurping and gulping, like the whore she is, as the boss grasps her head with both hands and pumps away.

Realising he will cum in no time if he doesn’t ease back, he opens his eyes and looks down on his little blonde slut. Reaching forward he pulls his secretary’s white blouse out of her skirt and half way up her back until her black bra-strap is revealed. With a deft move, he unclips the clasp and feels the release of those breasts, the bouncing action causing her to momentarily stop and sit up releasing her oral grip of his cock.

“Undo a couple of buttons” he demands and staring intensely at him she obliges and his hand reaches inside to cup and squeeze her left boob, as she goes back to concentrating on her bosses cock.

They hear a noise and both briefly stop, before quickly realising its just the cleaner and she’s way down the other end of the corridor, so they’ve plenty of time.

As she bobs her head over him, his mind wanders a little and he considers how he even still has the energy for yet another office affair. He’s close to retirement and should know better, but he’s a creature of habit and as long as no-one gets hurt, where’s the harm?

But then he clocks the picture on his desk of his wife and his grown-up c***dren and wonders what on earth they’d think of him, if ever they found him in a comprising position such as this? His wife would no doubt leave him, his daughter would likely disown him too. His son’s more of a mate nowadays and already knows his father is a ‘ladies man’…But nevertheless, if he really knew all the women he’d had affairs with; Zita, Chrissy, Catherine, Deborah and the two Janet’s - then he may well think differently...? All had been genuine dangers to his marriage and the family life as he knew it, yet he couldn’t stop himself taking the risk. And that’s without counting the string of meaningless one nighters and short flings – though he always felt confident he could talk his way out of those.

But for whatever the reason he just can’t help himself. Some of it’s the chase and once he’s fucked his target he moves on quickly, but often times it’s more. A boss and a secretary share so much time together, share so many discussions about work, about colleagues, about friends and family, share their frustrations and successes, their wants and needs. It’s very easy for it to become more than just a working relationship and for him through the years, and with the secretaries he recruited, that has so often been the case.

The feeling of being desired is intoxicating, the shared looks, the knowing glances, even the thrill of being caught, the romance of what it would be like to break away from the chains and start afresh. And then there’s the physical side. The feeling of another woman’s body, her lips on yours, her mouth round your cock is just too damn good to resist. Even at 65!

And so he diverts his eyes from the picture frame and instead cradles his secretary’s cheeks as she comes up for air.
“I want you inside me…” she says hoiking up her skirt to reveal brassy fishnet stockings, atop black stilettos. She doesn’t remove her little black panties, but simply pulls them to one side and turning her back to her boss lowers herself on top of him.
Inch by inch she takes him inside her, until her full weight rests atop of him...

She gasps out his name, as her hands reach up and round to caress his cheeks, to run her fingers through his hair. This enables him to encircle her waist and then cup both of her heavy breasts in his hands.

She’s already wet as she starts to slowly grind on his cock, but leaning back on him quickly increases her intensity. He responds in kind, by fucking her from beneath and by the way he starts to grapple at her body, smother the nape of her neck with little kisses, the way he starts repeating her name, the way the pitch of his voice changes, she knows he’s just about ready…

She brings her left hand to rest on top of his and he relinquishes a breast so that their fingers intertwine, their wedding rings touching, in some sort of adulterous, unholy matrimony.

And then suddenly he stops and groans and she feels his body twitching beneath her, as his cock jerks inside her. She whispers his name and grips both his hand tightly now, feeling a rush of endorphins course through her own body thanks to the heady sensation of someone still desiring her, needing her body, for sexual gratification.

Both spent, they sit as one, all dishevelled, sweaty and out of breath, sharing little pecks and kisses, as slowly the passion wanes. It’s the secretary who now focuses on the the family photo on the desk.

As a woman, she feels a twinge of guilt, Patricia’s always so nice when they talk on the phone, but nevertheless it’s not enough to stop her from wanting and indeed taking her husband for her pleasure. She’s met both his grown-up c***dren too. His son, Mark, was a chip off the old block, didn’t quite have John’s gift of the gab or charm, but he had flirted with her and she’d noticed the way he’d looked at her too….She’d even fantasised about a threesome several times late at night as her hubby kept her awake with his snoring. Her boss would fuck her from behind over his desk, whilst she sucked the cum out of his son. Two for the price of one!

The daughter though was another matter; sharp, cold even, perhaps she had that female intuition that her father and secretary were a little too familiar, a little too close…Serves the stuck up little bitch right! Whatever, as they disengage and start to dress and she briefly touches his wet, glistening and rapidly shrinking cock one last time as they share a final kiss, Janet’s already contemplating the next time that John and her will fuck…

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For context - Janet was my father’s final secretary before his retirement. I’m unsure whether there really was anything between them, but from meeting her several times she certainly admired my father, and not just as a work colleague. She remarked on more than one occasion how handsome he was, and how she couldn’t believe he was nearing retirement age…
She was always pleasant to me, but in our private conversations talk would often be about my father, so clearly she was very fond of him. She also quizzed me about his home life more than once.
My father also once walked in on a conversation Janet and I were having and said, “Are you chatting up my woman again?” with a grin on his face, but something told me he was only half joking, as I detected a twinge of jealousy in his tone… He also told me that her own marriage had gone stale and that he felt she was one of those middle aged women looking for an affair to ‘spice up her life’…
With these facts, I’ll leave you to decide whether or not the above sort of scenario may have happened or not…was she my father’s last affair before retirement?