Beyond Reason

I stacked my plate on Tom?s and began clearing the table.?Tomorrow is a training day. I need to be at the office by 7 am and I can?t be late,? I lied, setting the foundation of an excuse for refusing sex later, again.?Uggh, This new job is consuming you, Blu...and it?s killing me...so long since we last fucked,? he said with a weak smile that somehow rendered the complaint pathetic.?It?s Monday, you?ll be watching the game anyway.?I married Tom for all the things we had in common.* Football was not one of them but I learned to watch the game and at times even found it exciting. Sex was also not one of them. At the time, after a string of unsatisfying relationships, I accepted that orgasms and satisfaction were elusive for me. I didn?t blame Tom, other men hadn?t done it for me either. Fantasies of fulfilling sex waned as I grew content with mundane sex augmented by my hand-held shower head.Years later, Tom and I continued to share a lot of things, but fulfilling sex was still not one of them. The difference was I began to care. Carl, owner of the real estate office I recently joined, was the reason. I know having an affair with the boss seems trite and oh-so-cliched but I didn?t care. Hold me in judgment, I still don?t care. Reason doesn't enter into it.The Monday night game was unusually boring and by halftime I was upstairs getting ready for bed. I enjoyed the time to pamper myself and anticipate the possibilities for the next morning. It would be only my fourth time together with Carl since the first time we kissed in his office.God, how that kiss excited me, how it unraveled my commitment to sexual fidelity. I never even thought of cheating on Tom before that kiss. The very next day, Carl gave me a tour of a commercial building that was nearing completion. Before the tour was over the sexual tension between us boiled over and we began kissing again, feverishly kissing. He moved a hand to my breast and another to my ass. I felt his hard bulge pressing against me.* My hand moved to it. I soon found myself on my knees sucking Carl?s beautiful, hard, upsweeping cock and swallowing every drop of his thick, savory cum.I feared I had gone too far too fast but the next day Carl said he couldn?t stop thinking about me and wanted more. A few days later we spent an afternoon together in a fully staged vacant house listed for sale by the firm. I knew it was wrong, we were both married, but my body responded to Carl in ways I never thought possible; in ways I not only never experienced but never even dreamed about.I was immediately addicted and intent Kadıköy Escort on allowing Carl to redefine my world. We were together again in a hotel room on Friday afternoon. I had too many orgasms to count; on his tongue, on his fingers, and on his unbelievable cock.Carl didn?t orgasm easily but we had the whole afternoon, and I was willing to earn it. He first came in my mouth, again on my tits, and finally deep inside my vagina. By then I was a spastic wailing mess. I got him hard again by caressing his cock and telling him he could cum on my face! I never felt so slutty before. Unfortunately, he was taking longer and we ran out of time before I could get him off that fourth time. The afternoon had gone by so fast! I couldn?t get enough of him and when he asked if I could meet him early at the office Tuesday morning I said yes.I wasn?t thrilled by the idea of a secret tryst at the office. It made me feel like a whore. As that feeling marinated over the weekend, I embraced it. There had never been anything whorish about me, but I realized I loved being Carl?s whore. It was somehow a completion of my womanhood.He didn?t speak to me all morning on Monday, not even a flirting glance or smile. My emotions vacillated between feeling rejected for my whorish wantonness and accepting he was being cool to keep our affair under the radar of office gossip.After lunch, the text came to my phone: ?So hard not to talk, not to touch you. 6:30 too early???I can?t...? I replied. Counted to ten and sent a second, ?...wait??Dirty tease.??You had me at hard.?I removed my eyeliner and lipstick and lowered my body into a warm relaxing bath.* I carefully shaved my legs to make sure they?d be super smooth. My first full Brazilian was done at the salon on Saturday and I was satisfied that I showed no sign of irritation or stubble. I liked the way it looked. It was naughty and exciting. I would be careful to keep Tom from seeing it since he wouldn?t understand, or worse, maybe he would.My fingers were drawn there to enjoy the strange new sensation of feeling my bare pussy. Imagining what Carl?s reaction might be when he first saw it spurred me on to a gentle orgasm.When I laid my head on the pillow there was such a maelstrom of thoughts and doubts swirling inside that I feared I would never fall asleep. Fortunately, I drifted off quickly.The next thing I knew I floated to the surface of sleep and opened my eyes in darkness that fizzed to greenish grey just minutes before the alarm was set to sound off. I reset the time for Tom who Kadıköy Escort Bayan had arrived in bed after I was asleep.I took a shower, mostly to wash the sleep out of my hair. I rubbed my favorite lotion from head to toe, the subtle fragrance actually eliciting a sense of arousal in me that continued sporadically while I applied my eyeliner and lipstick. Even as I brushed my hair I felt myself again get tingly and dewy between my legs. I got dressed and was going out the door with a traveler of coffee just as Tom?s alarm clock was going off upstairs.When I arrived at the front door of the office Carl was waiting to let me in.?Right on time, Blu.??Too precious to waste.? I would like to have kissed him but we had already established that there would be no show of affection wherever it might be seen.We went directly to his office. ?After you,? he said, holding the door for me to pass into the room.I was disappointed he didn?t kiss me after closing the door. He left me standing there while he moved around his desk to sit in his chair. He put his hands together on top of his desk with a posture as serious as if he was about to tell me I was fired.?What?s going on, Carl???No stockings today, Mrs. Colletti???Wanted to feel the autumn coolness on my legs.??Are you wearing panties??Sensing an erotic little game I relaxed a little.?A thong.??What color...no wait, take it off and hand it to me.?I casually removed my suit jacket and hung it alongside his on the wall rack next to the door. I turned back to face him, hiked up my knee length pencil skirt and reached under with both hands to hook my thumbs over the waistband of my thong to pull it down over my hips to my knees. I lifted one leg clear while I steadied myself on the bookstand next to me with the other. I needed to again hike up my narrow skirt to lift the other leg. Knowing I was on show I purposely kept my heels on. That made removing the thong more difficult but I managed to free it without too much loss of grace. I took two steps closer to his desk and reached across with the thong balled into my fist.?Red,? I said and dropped it into his open palm.?Nice,? Carl said opening the wad and holding it up with both hands. I knew he could feel the dampness. The visible wetness of the front patch made me feel uncomfortably exposed. I thought he was about to hold it against his face but he instead laid the thong out on his desktop and looked back up at me.?I?ve never seen you wear a button up blouse before.??I don?t usually.??Why not??Because of this.? I Escort Kadıköy pointed to the gaps in the placket between buttons from the strain of the fabric across my breasts.?I think it?s sexy.??I think It looks slutty.??So then why did you wear that blouse.?After a pause, I said, ?Because I?m here to be your slut.?He motioned with his hand for me to move back. I backed to where I stood while removing my thong.?Take off your skirt, slut,? Carl said, barely able to contain his confident smile as he leaned back in his chair.Hmmmm different, both times we had gotten naked it started with my top. Like most men, his focus had been on my tits but during our hotel room afternoon, he commented just as much on my long straight legs.The anticipation of the response I was hoping to get when Carl saw my newly waxed pussy churned my wetness.* I lowered the side zipper, undid the hook and let the skirt puddle to my stilettoed feet.?Oooh, I like that.? He sat suddenly upright. You know I love your tits but I?ve never seen a bottom half like yours, Christ, those legs, but now...?I knew immediately he was referring to my completely nude pubic area. I did it for him.I lifted the tails of my blouse in a mock curtsy.?You are absolutely gorgeous.?His compliment gave me confidence. I readjusted my stance, hip distance, boldly widening the gap between my thighs and feeling a coolness in the slight parting of my slit.* My wetness surged again and fought a fleeting fear that I might actually drip.?Please,? he said, motioning me toward him with two fingers.I walked around his desk, a prance of sharp high-heeled steps. He pushed his chair back creating a space for me. I had wanted him to stand, to stand and kiss me. It was so unlike him to not have yet kissed me. When he remained seated I knew what he was going to do. I wanted that too, his tongue down there. Another wet impulse surged inside me. I couldn?t believe how my body was responding without a touch or even a kiss. I leaned against the edge of his desk, my hands gripping the desktop on either side of me.He rolled his chair towards me, his knees wedging between mine, forcing my feet further to the sides. Never taking my eyes from him, I tried to control my breathing even as I failed to control the pounding of my heart. I bent my knees, lowering my bottom to the edge of the desktop. With my weight supported I moved my knees wider.He smiled at me, a soft warm smile holding my eyes until he raised his left hand, palm up with index and middle fingers extended, unhurriedly moving towards my cleft.?My God Blu, how you glisten.?Transfixed, I watched the tips of his two fingers glide up along the slit, plowing a furrow, releasing a flood that ran down his fingers in a sheet. The feeling was exquisite, making me roll my spine to curl my pussy upward. He put the fingers in his mouth and closed his lips tightly around them.