Naughty, married Hannah helps a handsome, older colleague relax.
First things first. I’m a happily married woman. Ian and I have been together for over ten years now, and we’re completely open with each other. We’re discreet and we have a policy in our marriage that we can play with other people, as long as we keep it safe. I know it’s not a relationship many people understand, but it’s what we’re happy with. I enjoy sharing my adventures with my husband and I enjoy hearing about his.
I’m in my thirties and I found out I had a thing for silver foxes. Older men who were confident and experienced just seem to trigger something in me. Most younger guys were in such a rush to get off, and that was no fun for me at all.
There was a gentleman at work that I was attracted to. He was an attorney we had on retainer.
I knocked on his office door and waited for him to tell me to come in.
“Hey Frank, you have time to go over some small details on the latest project?”
“Hannah, you know I always have time for you,” he smiled.
“Even if it’s a Friday and everyone else has already gone home?”
“Shush, the sooner we get this report over with, the sooner we can all enjoy the weekend.”
I looked around and everyone had already cleared the office. I knew the cleaners had already done this floor, so it was just me and Frank.
“Do you want to come back later?” he asked. “I’ll look at it right away but there’s no point in you wasting your time waiting for me.”
I sat on his office sofa, and crossed one leg over the other. It took everything I had to not smirk when his eyes stayed on them for longer than was appropriate. I did it on purpose. I wore a skirt that was almost too short to be appropriate, but no one gave me any flak for it. One of the perks of being a well regarded Senior Manager. My skirt rode up, almost flashing my panties, but not enough for him to actually see anything.
“If you don’t mind, Frank, I’ll just make myself comfortable here,” I replied, holding up my phone. “Besides, my office is on the other side of the building. You don’t expect me to run back and forth now, do you?”
He glanced at my legs one more time before flashing me a smile. “Sure.”
With that, he opened the report and was all business. Guess that was another reason why I found him so attractive — he wasn’t shy about showing me his attraction, but he didn’t push his luck.
I texted my husband that I was going to be home late.
When he texted back asking why, I told him that I might be having some fun at the office. That got him curious. Very curious, but he left me alone. He didn’t want to spoil the fun by bombarding me with text messages. Ian was fun like that too. I knew how much he liked the anticipation. Wondering if his wife was getting fucked right this instant.
I checked my schedule for next week, making notes of some things I’d need my secretary to do on Monday. Frank looked up a few times to field some questions. It wasn’t long until he was satisfied that everything was kosher.
“Here you go,” he said, handing me the file.
“Appreciated. Sorry for eating into your time like this.”
“Well, I’m in no rush to get home, and I can’t complain about the overtime,” he winked. “Hey, would you like a quick drink? Something to unwind for the weekend. I know I shouldn’t but I have some whiskey stashed away.”
“Didn’t figure you for a drinker.”
“Oh, I’m not,” he said, pulling open his drawer and fishing out a bottle of whiskey. “I only drink this to relax after a busy day. Nothing serious, but I like how it gets me all nice and loose before I get home.”
I nodded; when I got home, the first thing I did was put on some nice music and help myself to a glass of wine.
He fished out two tumblers, and poured a few fingers into each. I purposefully sat on the edge of his desk so he could get an eyeful of where my stockings bit into my inner thigh. I picked up the tumbler and we clinked glasses. I took a sip, enjoying the liquid fire dancing down my throat, warming up my blood.
“So, tell me Frank, how’s your love life?”
“Divorced.”
“Old news, sweetheart. Old news.” Frank was divorced a couple of years ago, and never quite found another lady.
“Guess I put too much time into work more than anything. I don’t have time for dating or anything like that,” he laughed.
“You need to relax too. Remember, all work and no play makes Frank a dull boy,” I chuckled.
“I’ll drink to that.”
He stood and poured us more whiskey.
Then he reached out and brushed a loose lock of hair off the side of my face.
God, he was just looking at me then. I wasn’t one to shy away — you can’t be to get where I was in my job. Maybe it was the buzz from the liquor — good whiskey. But his eyes looked like silver-blue jewels. I thought I detected a hint of lust in his eyes too.
One moment we were just there staring at each other, the next his lips were on mine.
I didn’t fight it. God, I relished it. His lips were slightly chapped, and the way he moaned when my lips parted to let his tongue slide in… God, it was a delicious sound that went right through me. I tasted whiskey on his tongue and his enthusiasm to devour my mouth was intoxicating.
Suddenly, he pushed himself away.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Hannah.” He swore, rubbing his face. “Fuck. I know Ian too. He’s a good guy. I can’t believe I did that.”
I took his hand, using my thumbs to caress his knuckles. “Hey, it’s fine. Things happen,” I smiled.
“It’s not fine, I crossed a line.”
“I know you’re attracted to me, I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
“T-that’s not the point.”
I took his hand and placed it on my blouse. The weight of his palm was hot and heavy against my bra-covered breast. He was so sweet, too. But I felt his resolve crumbling. The fact that he didn’t take his hand away told me everything I needed to know.
“You need to relax, Frank. Let me take some of that pressure off of you. Only if you want to,” I said, now putting my hands against his shirt and teasing his buttons. “The question is, can you keep a secret.”
He swallowed. “I’m a lawyer, of course I can.”
“Good,” I smiled.
My hands started undoing his buttons, and then something changed in him. He grabbed my hands, and pulled me closer to him, pulling me in for a more frantic, desperate kiss.
I moaned as his tongue prised open my mouth and greedily devoured me.
God, I love that feeling. A deep, primal hunger focused solely on me.
He pulled my hips in closer and I felt a thick bulge pressing against my thigh.
“God, you have no idea how often I’ve fantasized about you,” he growled.
“I had similar thoughts myself.”
I undid his pants, and pulled out a very nice sized dick. Frank groaned as my fingers wrapped around his shaft, giving him a few pumps to see how it felt.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “It’s been so long.”
I got off the desk and pushed him against it. “Have you ever fucked anyone in the office?”
“No, never.”
“Mmm, then this is going to be fun. Every time you come to work now, you’re going to be reminded of me,” I purred.
I got on my knees in front of him, making sure he was looking into my eyes. I made sure he watched as I licked my lips.
And then engulfed the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck!”
I stifled a laugh as his legs shuddered. I love it when a guy enjoys a blowjob. But then again, who doesn’t?
I ran my tongue along his shaft, making sure to give his slit a lashing. I tasted precum as it slaked my tongue. Then I engulfed his crown again, rotating my tongue around it, teasing him and pumping his shaft.
“Oh, Hannah, that feels too good,” he whimpered, running his fingers into my hair, not knowing whether to fuck my mouth or caress me tenderly. I was good with either.
I was like that for a few minutes, the office loud with the sound of me sucking his dick.
His hips started to rock, chasing my mouth as I withdrew, before taking all of him into me again. With my free hand, I gave his silver dusted balls a tug, hefting their weight and squeezing hard, but not enough to hurt him. I earned myself a few soulful groans out of him.
“Hannah… I’m going to…”
Instantly, I pulled off.
“Fucking hell, I was so close.”
I simply smiled and stood. He watched, panting heavily, as I lifted up my skirt, showing off my purple lace panties. With thumbs on each side I hooked them down over my legs, taking with them a thick band of my juices.
God, sucking his dick had made me horny as hell.
“Want to enjoy my pussy before you blow your load?”
A low animal sound left his throat.
But instead of bending me over, he scooped me up into his arms and took me to his sofa.
“There’s something else I want first.”
He pried my legs open, and then his head disappeared between them.
His beard grazed against my inner thighs, making me twitch.
And then his tongue lapped away at my pussy.
“Frank…” I moaned. Fuck, my whole body turned to jelly.
I wasn’t disappointed. Frank ate my pussy like a champ. He eagerly licked up my juices, like a man dying of thirst. And he made sure to give my clit lots of attention too. Now and then, he would use his tongue and probe my asshole.
Christ, he was insatiable.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to taste you,” he said.
“Can’t taste that good, I’ve been on my feet all day.”
“Oh no, you taste like perfection.” And as if to emphasize, he sniffed at me, drawing my scent deep into his nostrils. “Women like you always taste like the sweetest honey.”
Before I could reply, he went back to it, attacking my pussy with renewed fervor.
I grabbed his hair with my fingers and held him down on me. Apart from my husband, I don’t think I ever met another man who liked giving oral as much as Frank.
“I’d eat your pussy every day, if I had the choice.”
I ran my fingers through his silvered curls, and pulled him tight against me. “Make me cum, Frank,” I begged. “Please make me cum.”
I cried, as his mouth enclosed over my hard little clit. He seemed unconcerned that his beard was soaked with my juices. I couldn’t help but clamp my thighs over him as I braced myself to cum.
And then…
And then he pushed a few fingers into my pussy, exploring me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, clamping my hand over my mouth. “Fuck.”
His fingers turned inside me, rubbing against the inner walls of my pussy, and then he did a ‘come hither’ motion, rubbing against my G-spot.
That was my undoing.
It felt like the whole world imploded inside me. I cried out, my legs locking tight over him, but he didn’t stop. If anything, that only spurred him on to tease my clit even more. My hips bucked as I came over and over, cumming against his face.
My nails dug into his scalp, and it wasn’t until I pushed hard against him, begging him to stop, that he finally relented.
I collapsed onto his sofa, a weak, sodden mess.
“Fucking hell,” I moaned.
Frank chuckled, and gave my thigh light, butterfly kisses, watching me as I caught my breath.
We shared a laugh, and he stood, his cock was still rock hard. Precum dribbled freely from the tip.
“Come on then,” I said. “Fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He climbed on top of me, taking great pleasure in undoing my blouse. I leaned forward long enough to undo my bra strap and pull it off, letting my breasts loose.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured again, groping me. I let him fondle me for a few moments, relishing in his leathered fingers teasing and pulling my nipple. He leaned in and took the other one in his mouth, sending pulses of electricity coursing through my body.
I groaned. My pussy panged with need, and I was aware that a fresh wave of nectar seeped out of me.
His face reached mine, and we kissed again. His face, beard and breath were thick with my own arousal, but that didn’t bother me one bit.
His lower body shuffled, and I felt his hand fist his cock, slathering his thick head against my entrance.
“Fuck!” he snapped.
“What?”
“Shit. Fuck, I don’t have any condoms.”
I smiled and hooked my legs around his ass, pulling him towards me.
“You can fuck me raw, if you trust me.”
“God, I want to. I really do,” he groaned.
“Then do it,” I whispered. “Fuck this married pussy.”
He growled, leaning forward and letting go of his cock, letting it sink into me. I was so slick with excitement, it slid into me with no resistance.
We both cried out at the same time.
Frank’s hard, unsheathed dick stretched my pussy.
“Fuck,” I mewled, gripping the edge of the cushions as he fed more and more of his cock into me.
“So tight,” he grunted, his hands holding my hips.
I held my breath until the base of his cock touched my lips.
“So nice,” I purred. “Please fuck me, now.”
He nodded and started sawing his cock in and out of me. When his dick was all the way in again, he would give a little jolt, making his balls slap my ass. I reached out and held onto his waist for support, and he would grab at my breasts.
“Yessss,” I begged.
The room was filled with the sound of his cock pushing in and out of me, drawing my juices out and making them leak down my ass and onto the upholstery. Frank didn’t seem to care. He was completely enraptured. Everything in his mind shut down and focused on one singular need.
To fuck me.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Fucking amazing, Frank.”
“I’m going to cum soon so I’ll pull — ”
“No, don’t,” I warned him, digging my heel into his back. “Fill me up. I want to feel you inside me.”
He swallowed, and suddenly his grip got tight, sharp around my waist.
Yes, that’s it. That’s the feeling I wanted. The feeling of a man with no choice but to breed me.
“Fill you…” he murmured. “Gonna cum inside you…”
“Yes, do it,” I begged. “Fill my pussy up with your cum.” I frigged my clit as fast as I could, using my own juices to get it as slippery as possible, bringing myself to the edge.
With that, his moans got louder and more urgent. Until, with one sharp grunt, he pushed as hard as he could against me. A hot, thick deluge of cum filled my pussy as he let out a primitive cry.
“Fuck,” I cried out as his cum triggered my own orgasm.
He held me there, pumping away, emptying his balls inside me. I hooked as hard as I could with my legs, not wanting to let him go until he was completely spent, thrumming and spasming in the throes of my own explosive orgasm.
Afterwards, he was spent. We both were.
For a few moments, he thrust a few more times, as if he wanted to make the most of the situation, before he pulled out. I reached for my panties bunched up on the floor, and pulled them back on before his cum leaked out of me.
Panting, Frank stood weakly. I grabbed his ass and took his softened dick in my mouth. He shuddered from the sudden warm, enveloping feeling around his cock, but also from how sensitive he got from cumming so hard. But he let me suck and clean him. I didn’t let go until I got most of his cum and my juices off him.
“Yummy,” I purred, using my thumb to swipe the last of the cum off my lips.
We dressed, and I grabbed the tumbler and downed the rest of my drink.
“Thank you for that,” Frank said. “It’s been so long… I…”
“It’s okay, Frank. I enjoyed it too. Come to me whenever you need to relax.”
He opened his mouth to say something. Or to ask me something. But he thought better of it and simply nodded.
“I’ll see you Monday, Frank. Have a good weekend.”
“You too.”
I left him to tidy up his office.
With my pussy filled up with cum, I headed home. I texted Ian and told him to get ready for some fun.
The business meeting was over.