She stammered around a little bit before answering. “Scott likes to put me on a pedestal. He likes to make love to me which I thought is what I wanted too. You just fucked me. You did things to me that no one else has and I loved it. I want more of it.”
“Did you tell Scott that”, I asked.
She laughed. “You mean tell him that I want him to treat me like the slut that I want to be?”
I kissed her hard. “For the rest of tonight you will be my slut, after that, if you want your marriage to work then you better tell Scott exactly how you want to be fucked.”
For the next few hours there was no lovemaking, just hard fucking. On my desk, on the conference room table and finally on my boss’s wife’s desk. (See Office Sex) We were totally spent at this time and after cleaning up I walked her back to her car.
We did kiss good bye but there was no repeat of the previous week’s car sex. I implored her to talk with Scott and let him know what she wanted and that I would see her at the wedding (Jane was in the wedding party).
ONE DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING
Jane and Shirley were at the rehearsal dinner so I decided to see if Shirley’s friend Amy was at the same bar that we had met. As I was walking up to the door, I saw the women exit the bar and head towards the parking lot. Fortunately, it seems that Amy had parked in the same lot that I had so she walked right towards me.
She seemed surprised to see me and I asked her if she wanted to go back and join me for a drink. She couldn’t as her husband was expecting her.
“This can be a tough parking lot,” I said. “Let me walk you to your car.”
Amy laughed. “Will I be safer or less safe letting you walk me?”
“Let’s find out,” I responded.
When we got to the car, I kept a couple of feet away so as I would not make her nervous. I was playing the long game. “You are going to the wedding tomorrow? I asked.
“Of course. Will you be there? she asked.
“I will. I have been to the place where the reception is before. I happen to know that there is a private room there in the back. If you can get away quietly, I can meet you there.” I said matter of fact.
It was quiet for a moment before Amy responded “You do know that I have a husband, don’t you?
“I do. I also know something else.” I left that statement hanging and when she just looked at me waiting for the next part, I finished with, “I also know that you didn’t say NO! I will see you tomorrow. Give me some kind of eye contact when you can get away.”
WEDDING DAY
The wedding went extremely well with the only noteworthy item from the church being that I waited until after Amy and her husband sat down before sitting down in the same row although about ten feet away from her. We did steal some glances.
We arrived at the reception and my table was two over from Amy. I picked a chair where I could look directly at their table without seeming like I was staring. Amy sat with her back to me.
When the meal was over and the dancing began, I got in line to dance with the bride. As luck would have it a slow song came on. I kept her at a distance, remarked on how beautiful she was. With a smile on my face, I asked her if she had talked with Scott. She shook her head No. As I was tapped on the shoulder, I just repeated that she needed to talk with him.
I danced with Jane a few times before she had to resume her wedding party duties. I then hit the bar and returned to my table to keep an eye on the lovely Amy. It seemed like her husband kept a tight leash on her. At one point she got up to go to the bar and he jumped right up and went with her.
The best opportunity came when she and her friends went up to dance. The guys stayed at their table and it seemed like they were not paying attention. I walked up towards the dance floor as the song was finishing. They all stopped and said Hi as Amy worked her way to the back of the group. As she walked by, I just said the room down the right corridor after the bathroom is available when you can get away. She did not respond as she returned to her table.
Twenty minutes later the guys from that table went to the bar and just started hanging out there. Amy stood up and we made eye contact. She started walking towards the bathroom and I waited a full five seconds before I excused myself and headed that way. When I got to the hallway two of her friends from the table brushed past me on their way to the bathroom.
As they entered Amy came out and whispered “I can’t. It’s too dangerous.” I agreed and told her my office address.
“Skip Happy Hour next Friday,” I spoke. “I will make it memorable for you.”
FRIDAY AFTER THE WEDDING
Ten minutes before the office closed Amy arrived. I showed her to the conference room and explained that we would have the place to ourselves soon. She was very nervous and I had to have a fake insurance discussion. The office closed right at five (It was Friday after all) and then I escorted her to my office after making sure the door was locked.
We immediately started making out and I picked her up and place her beautiful ass on my desk. She spoke up. “My husband is expecting me at six so I don’t have a lot of time.” In between kisses and me pulling off her shirt and pants she stopped me cold with a question that I was not expecting, “Did you fuck Shirley?”
I responded that I don’t talk about the women that I have been with, ever. She started unbuckling my pants and I asked her why she thought that I had fucked Shirley.
She smiled while pulling down my pants and grabbing a hold of my ever-hardening cock. “She seemed so happy the last two weeks and I thought that maybe you had something to do with it.”
I responded, “I think the fact that she was getting married had something to do with it.”
I lifted her onto my desk and removed her pants and panties. I placed her legs over my shoulders and drove my tongue into her sopping wet pussy. She immediately started squirming and moaning. I moved up to sucking her clit and inserted two fingers into her snatch bringing the excitement level up a few notches as I finger fucked that beautiful pussy. Back to fucking her with my tongue and a little ass plan followed.
Without warning, I stopped. “Oh my god, don’t stop,” she pleaded. “My husband won’t eat me. I need this. Please don’t stop.”
“Sorry,” I responded. “You don’t have a lot of time and I have to get you well fucked, cleaned up and home to your husband by six.”
As I had done with Shirley two weeks before I lifted her up and walked over to the wall and lowered her onto my cock. I did not give her any time to adjust as I just started plowing into her. She was a very quiet fuck. Just lots of moaning and grunting. I finished her off the same way that I did Shirley by leaning her over my desk, yanking on her hair, slapping her ass and fucking her hard doggy style until her married pussy came all over my member while I filled up another condom. I again sat back in my chair pulling her back with me so we could enjoy the end with me still inside of her. I told her (Correctly) that she was the single most beautiful woman that I had ever been with and any time that she can get away I will be ready. We cleaned up in the bathroom and I walked her back to the car. She was going to be a little late getting home so there was no long good bye.