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I listen to my associates proposal over the phone. On the face of it, it seems like a good idea.

'I like it,' I tell him and wait for him to elaborate.

A message pops up on my screen.

I quickly type a reply and send it to my personal assistant.

A few moments later, the door opens and then softly closes. I look up from my computer and smile at the sight of my beautiful wife.

Seventeen years we've been married. The best years of my fucking life.

Dressed in a tight, cream-coloured dress and fuck-me heels, she looks every bit the sexy, intelligent, successful engineer I know her to be.

'I'm going to have to call you back, Rob,' I speak into the phone but keep my eyes locked on my wife. 'I have an important meeting. Speak tomorrow, bye.'

I put down the phone and watch my wife with interest. She smirks seductively and drags her finger along the glass top of my desk. Gracefully, she lifts one leg and rests on the end of it.

'How are you today, husband?' She asks sweetly.

Her breathy, warm voice never fails to turn me on. It has put me in a lot of awkward situations over the years. My wife has a habit of giving me hard-ons at the most inappropriate of times.

I lean back in my chair, letting my eyes drag over her lazily. I take my time checking her out.

The way her hips swell out and sway in the most sensual way. The way her breasts push against her dress, straining for me to give them attention. The smooth, tan legs that poke out from the bottom of her dress. The bright red toenails visible in her heels. The amused curve of her full lips as she watches me studying her.

'I'm much better now,' I tell her honestly. 'How are you?'

Her smile widens and she gets up from the table. 'Better, now.'

I watch her round the desk and come towards me. She stands between my open legs. My hands twitch at my sides, eager to touch her. I restrain myself, interested to know what her next move will be.

She looks down at me, a seductive smile playing on her plump lips.

I want to kiss her.

Her hands drop to her dress and she slowly lifts it up. Inch by inch, her tempting legs are revealed to me. As she reaches mid-thigh, my heart kicks into overdrive. My short nails dig into the armrests on my chairs.

She keeps going, pulling her skirt higher until she reaches her crotch. What I see makes my breath catch in my throat. I actually have to cough to clear my throat. The sight of my wife's pussy, bare and uncovered, has made me choke on air.

My beautiful partner is going commando.

Hiking the rest of the material around her waist, she raises her leg and sits astride me. Unable to stop myself, my hands leave the armrests and grasp her hips. I hold her on my lap. She smiles at me and I immediately feel the heat of her core permeating through my slacks.

She presses herself down on my erection and wiggles her hips, teasing me with a subtle grind. The friction, paired with the heat of her core, has me practically salivating.

'How long do I have?' She asks softly.

She looks at me with those big doe-eyes and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I reach up and pull the lip from her teeth. I graze my thumb over the indents she made with her incisors made.

I glance at the time on my computer. 'Twenty minutes.'

Her smile widens. 'I can work with that, it's more than enough.'

I lean in and kiss her nose. 'I'll show you something else that is more than enough.'

Flexing my hips upwards, I press my erection to her crotch. She chuckles at my comment. Her hands find my belt and undo the buckle. I keep my hands on her hips, letting her take control.

Once unbuttoned, she slides her hand into my slacks. Her fingers curl around my shaft and I let out a hissed breath. That simple touch feels so good. Without really doing anything, this woman has me so turned on that my pre-cum is making a wet patch in my boxers.

Teasingly, she strokes my length up and down, up and down, in smooth strokes. She makes no move to remove my cock from my trousers, frustrating me. I shift my hips in a silent encouragement for her to give me more.

She ignores my suggestion and keeps stroking me in my trousers. I grow impatient and wrap my hand around her wrist in warning. I squeeze her tightly and I notice the way her breathing shallows. She likes my quiet dominance.

She pulls my cock out of my trousers and I exhale with relief. She strokes the full length of my cock from base to tip. My eyes drop to her mouth. Unable to resist her lips, I lean and capture her mouth with mine.

I press my lips firmly against hers. My tongue swipes across her bottom lip and she opens her mouth. The pointed tip of her tongue tentatively meets mine.

I slide my hands from her hips and move around to her back. I find the zip of her dress and drag it down. I pull the flaps of material forward and down her arms. She removes her arms from the sleeves and shoves the material so that it bunches around her waist with the skirt part of the dress.

Braless, her breasts are mine for touching. I cup them in my hands, feeling their warm weight. Her nipples bead against my palms and I cannot resist pinching them. They harden further and I roll them between my thumbs and index fingers.

She moans into my mouth and our tongues begin moving more desperately against each other. I can feel her soft pants in my mouth and I swallow every gasp. My cock pulses in her hand and I try to focus on her to stop myself from ending this before it even begins.

I move my hands down to her panty-less crotch. I trail my fingers inquisitively over her wet core. Slickened with her juices, I push two fingers inside of her tight channel. They slide in up to my knuckles. I curl my fingers and she mewls into my mouth.

She is soaked. She is so ready for me. My cock twitches again and I hurriedly pull her hand away from it before she can make me cum. I don't want to cum yet. I want to feel her tight pussy.

I pump my fingers in and out of her, getting her ready to be stretched by my cock. She moans and grabs my shoulders for support. She rocks her hips against my hand, taking her pleasure as I give it to her.

Without removing my fingers, I lift my thumb to her clit and rub it in slow circles. She gasps against my lips and I rub faster. I want her to cum on my hand.

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and I know she is close. I press my thumb harder to her bundle of nerves. Her mouth breaks off from mine and she leans back.

I get to watch her face as she climaxes. Her lips part and her eyes close. Her head falls back and a soft cry escapes her lips. I push two fingers from my spare hand into her mouth. She sucks on the digits, trying desperately to stay quiet.

My office walls are thick, but I've never tried testing their sound-proofing ability. I don't really care if my receptionist hears us, but my wife might.

I keep stroking my fingers inside of her as her body stops climaxing and she gets her shaking under control. When I slide my fingers out, they are shiny with a gush of juices fresh from her orgasm. I remove my fingers from her mouth and replace them with those of my left hand.

She sucks on them dutifully. She cleans them of her juices all the while maintaining eye contact with me. My cock, jutting upright between us, twitches in response.

I need to be inside her.

Now.

'Bend. Over. The. Desk.'

I punctuate the words as I slide my fingers from her mouth. Her pupils dilate and she licks her lips.

Pleasing me, she slides from my lap and follows my instructions to bend over the desk. She elegantly drapes her body over the surface and then looks back at me over her shoulder. She bats her eyelashes coquettishly.

I leap to my feet, eager to be inside her. With her bent over and ready for me like this, I can't resist. She widens her stance, spreading her legs and parting her pussy lips for me. Grasping the base of my shaft, I line myself up with her weeping entrance.

I enter her in one thrust. She gasps and digs her nails into the desk. I love the first initial feeling of entering her. It's like coming home.

I know as soon as she has recovered because her pussy clenches around my cock, trying to draw me further inside. Taking that as my cue, I start rutting into her. The sturdy desk only shakes a little as I fuck her against the surface.

With my hands on her hips, I ram into her, pounding her hard just like I know she likes it. She moans loudly and quickly slaps her hand over her mouth. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull, forcing her to arch her back and lean up to me.

'Quiet,' I hiss the word.

Her moan, muffled behind her hand, is the only response I get. Well, that and the rhythmic clench of her pussy because I know my girl likes me ordering her around.

The intercom on my desk suddenly buzzes. My wife freezes and I halt mid-thrust. I give myself a second to catch my breath and then I press the button.

My assistant's voice fills the room. I clear my throat and slowly start thrusting inside my wife again. I lean over and hold the button.

I release the button, grab my wife's hips again. I resume my fast pace.

'You gotta cum soon, babe,' I warn her. 'We've only got minutes.'

'Not-' She gasps. 'A problem.'

Just as she finishes talking, her pussy clamps down on my dick with an iron-like grip. I struggle to thrust with the way her pussy muscles are holding me in. She moans against her hand and I feel a rush of juices drip down my shaft and balls.

Knowing that I've pleasured my wife gets me off. Her pleasure is my pleasure. I grunt and release inside her, muttering words of affection.

Three minutes later, we are dressed and smoothing out the creases in each other's clothing. I walk her to my door and open it.

'I'll see you tonight, darling,' I tell her smoothly.

I spot my business associates sat on the chairs in the waiting area over her shoulder. My wife leans in and kisses me chastely.

'See you later, honey. Have a good meeting.'

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she saunters over to the lift. I watch her go, my cock and my heart missing her already.

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A reader pointed out that I always kill off the parents. It is simply because, in my opinion, they complicate things.

Parents get in the way of some types of stories. Like if the main character was kidnapped, most parents would stop at nothing to get their child back. That ruins the sexy alone time with the love interest, you know?

And I refuse to write about stories where the parents are abusive. Never going to happen.

I write about orphans to keep things easy, that's all :)