It was getting late on a Thursday afternoon in September when the door to my home office flew open. I had been dreading taking on a new client, but was instantly glad that I had. She bounded through my door, full of smiles, curiosity, and a contagious energy.

“Hello there!” I said, peeking at her file. “You must be Ceri.”

Her bright blue eyes smiled up at me as she nodded, her blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders. I looked past her, expecting her Mom to be with her, as was usually the case, but there was nobody. Ceri (six years old) had been referred to me by her teacher who was having trouble understanding her speech. As a speech-language pathologist, I often took on private clients and agreed to assess her.

She began chatting immediately, and I quickly heard why her teacher was concerned. I ran her through a few tests to further assess her challenges. We were in the middle of playing a game, when a presence darkened the door. Immediately, Ceri yelled “Daddy!” and excitedly ran into his arms. My heart skipped a beat and I forgot to breathe.’

He was wearing snug-fitting jeans with a black T-shirt, his biceps and pecs straining against the thin material. The bottom of a Celtic band tattoo peeked out of his sleeve. My eyes automatically wandered downward, over his trim waist and thick, powerful thighs, the outline of his thick manhood impossible to miss.

It wasn’t until he spoke that I saw the same big blue eyes and easy smile as his daughter's, although laugh lines marked his. His head was cleanly shaven, but his reddish-brown beard was thick and full.

“Hi, I’m Gwilym, but you can call me Gil,” he said as he stepped towards me, offering his hand. The lilt of the Welsh brogue in his voice sent tingles down my spine.

“I’m Grace. Nice to meet you.” As soon as I accepted his hand, there was a current of energy that seemed to run out of his body and into mine, settling deep in my core. It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room; my mouth went dry, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

Ceri’s chatter broke the spell and refocused me on why they were here. I offered Gil a seat at my desk while I went over my initial observations and devised a plan that would include work at home, supplemented by weekly appointments with me, along with one parent to show them how to reinforce the drills and exercises.

As they were leaving, Ceri gave me a big hug, and Gil once again went to shake my hand. The energy was still there. After they left, I closed my door and sat at my desk, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. What on earth had just happened? Why did he have such an effect on me?

With my eyes closed, I imagined undressing him, my hands travelling all over his chiselled body. I let myself fantasize about how his hands would feel on my body, how his cock would feel inside of me…

“Stop it!” I told myself. He is the parent of a client. Forbidden fruit. Not to mention, we were both married.

I was able to push those thoughts aside as my week progressed. Soon it was Thursday, and Ceri had her next appointment. I assumed perhaps it would be her mother accompanying her this time, so I wasn’t really expecting it when Gil walked in again.

Fuck! I couldn’t help but blush as he smiled at me. If he could read my mind, I would be in big trouble! I pulled it together, using every ounce of energy I had to remain professional. I was rather proud of how composed I was for the hour with him.

We developed a working rapport as the weeks passed, but there was always this sexual undercurrent passing between us. Lots of innuendos and innocent flirting. It quickly became my favourite hour of the week when Ceri and Gil arrived at my door.

One Thursday, things changed. I heard Gil’s car pull in and my heart started racing, but nobody got out. That was odd. Ten minutes past our appointment time, Gil knocked on my door, alone.

“I’m so sorry. I got stuck at work so Ceri’s mom was supposed to drop her off here for our appointment, but she’s stuck in traffic - apparently a bad accident on the highway.”

My heart felt like it would pound out of my chest - he was here alone. I knew I was supposed to respond, but I was having trouble forming the words.

“Oh….ummm….errrrr… That’s okay. Those things are out of our control, aren’t they? Why …. ummm …. don’t you have a seat, and I’ll go over her homework with you.” So smooth, Grace. A speech pathologist who can’t speak, I chided myself.

Gil pulled a chair up beside me at the desk. His thigh firmly pressing against mine…I could feel the heat radiate through his jeans. He leaned in, paying more attention to the exercises I was showing him than was necessary. I could feel the colour rising in my cheeks. I could feel his breath on my cheek. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest.

Feeling his blue eyes locked on mine, I finally raised mine to meet his. Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. The fire deep inside of me was burning out of control. I swallowed hard.

Somehow, I summoned the strength to focus on the work at hand and went through the week’s assignment. He wasn’t paying attention to the exercises, rather his eyes were glued on me, just interjecting an occasional “okay” or “got it” as I spoke.

Feeling his gaze turn my cheeks and chest red, I met his eyes once again. Time seemed to stand still, hanging in that place between reality and fantasy, suspended delicately. It would be so easy to take that leap and allow desire to overcome us.

Gil leaned in, closing the short distance between us, and his lips grazed mine tenderly, briefly, his beard tickling my chin. He paused briefly before kissing me harder, his tongue sliding through my parted lips to dance with mine. His tongue was hot, tasting of cinnamon gum. I closed my eyes, placing my palm on his cheek as I moved in closer to him.

The sound of the back door closing as my husband arrived home from work brought me back to reality. I broke the kiss immediately, pushing away from Gil.

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t do that. It was terribly unprofessional of me…”

Gil nodded his head, seemingly in agreement, but didn’t say a word as I gathered the folder of homework to send home for Ceri. He stood up to head towards the door, homework package in his hand, not even trying to adjust his cock which was clearly hard and bulging through his jeans.

Damn it. He’s mad at me. He’s never been this quiet. I’ve ruined things.

My eyes were beginning to flood with tears as he walked silently towards the door. Gil paused and turned to face me.

“Grace, what if we didn’t?”

“What if we didn’t?” I echoed back, questioning him.

“What if we didn’t listen?” he said. My eyes looked at him, confused.

“There are lots of reasons and voices in our heads telling us we shouldn’t do this. But what if we didn’t listen to them? What if we allowed ourselves to give in to what we both want? What if we didn’t say no?”

As I tried to process what he was saying, he stepped forward, kissed the top of my forehead and whispered, “Think about it. What if we didn’t?” Then he turned and disappeared out the door.

Several weeks passed, and Gil’s question still haunted me. We never spoke of it, and our Thursday appointments continued innocently, even if highly charged. Then one day, Gil arrived at Ceri’s appointment alone.

“‘I’m sorry, Ceri came down with the flu this afternoon. Her mom had to pick her up at school. I thought maybe I’d drop by and tell you in person.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my palms got sweaty. He was here alone. I could feel that aching, burning deep inside of me, and my body began to tremble.

“So…you never did answer my question,” he said as he closed the space between the door and my desk. “What if we didn’t?”

I looked up at him from my desk chair. Holding his gaze, I stood up, moving to stand right in front of him. “Let’s find out,” I said softly.

And with that, I was instantly in his arms, surrendering to the passion that had been simmering for months. His lips were hungry against mine as his arms wrapped around me, crushing me to his chest. My fingers found the hem of his black T-shirt, pulling it up his back and over his head, temporarily separating us.

His hand started unbuttoning the front of my blouse, his hands trembling. He was as nervous as I was! That immediately put me at ease. He slid my blouse off my shoulders and immediately started unfastening the hooks of my bra expertly with just one hand. My full breasts fell free, my dark rosy nipples hard against his muscular chest.

Our lips met again as my hands dropped to his belt, fumbling to undo it and open his button. I slid his zipper down and shoved his jeans down to the floor. His cock was now straining through the thin material of his black boxer briefs. My hand wrapped around it. Fuck! He felt hot to my touch, my fingers couldn’t meet around it, he was so thick.

As anxious as I was to bare him, I waited while I helped Gil slide my slacks off. I went to slide my white lace thong over my thighs, but his hand grabbed my wrist. “Don’t. Leave them on. They are so sexy ….”

I blushed and smiled, then turned my attention to his underwear. “That’s coming off right now. I’m not waiting any longer to see you!”

Gil grinned, hooked his thumbs into his waistband, and in one fell swoop, stepped out of his boxer briefs. I watched as his nine-inch cock wobbled back and forth, his tip already wet and oozing precum.

Before I could even process what was happening, I was locked in Gil’s arms, his mouth on mine, his erection pressing hard into my belly. The world outside of us had ceased to exist. We were lost in the moment.

He pushed me backwards a few steps until my ass hit my desk. He placed his hands under me and lifted me to sit on top of the desk, positioning himself between my legs. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he tapped it on my thighs. The weight of it made me gasp. With his free hand, he slid my soaked panties to the side and slipped his long, rough fingers along my slit until I was writhing and whimpering.

“Please, Gil,” I pleaded with him.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid his cock straight into my welcoming depths, stretching me wider than I ever have been before. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes, savouring the feel of him. He began to slowly slide in and out of me, pulling back so far I thought he would slip out of me before ramming back in.

My legs wrapped around his waist as I leaned back on my hands, thrusting my breasts forward. One of Gil’s hands was around my waist, controlling our thrusts, while the other cupped and massaged and teased my breast, making me moan loudly.

Our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, our breathing was ragged, and our hearts were pounding out of our chests. We were climbing towards the peak of pleasure together. I looked deep into his blue eyes and watched them change as I felt his cock swell inside of me.

“Do it!” I whispered.

With a primal growl, Gil erupted inside of me while I clenched him hard in the throes of my own orgasm.

Neither one of us had heard the door close.

It was supper time, and my husband Jack had come home at the same time as he did every evening. He was predictable, or so I thought. He did not expect to find my door open. Nor did he expect to find me naked on my desk being drilled by a Welshman.

When Jack realized what was happening, he didn’t find himself angry. Rather, he found himself very, very aroused. His cock was harder in his pants than it had ever been. He stayed quietly outside the door and undid his zipper. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it in time with the scene in front of him.

After Gil had cum inside of me, his cock stayed hard. He lowered his head to suck and nibble my nipples, which in turn made my pussy clench his cock. Soon he began rocking back and forth inside me again, our desire building.

I let out a sad cry as he momentarily pulled out of me. He pulled me up off the desk and turned me around, bending me over it. The cold wood on my nipples made me shiver as he tapped his sticky cock on my ass, the warm juices quickly feeling cool on my skin.

My fingers grasped the edge of the desk as I felt Gil slowly push into me again. He seemed to reach even deeper and stretch me even wider this time, making me groan in pleasure. I pushed back hard and ground against his base in little circles, driving him crazy.

We were totally lost in the moment, which is probably why neither one of us heard Jack enter the room. I froze in panic for a moment when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

Oh shit! He’s going to kill me…

Gil stopped all movements, wondering what was about to happen.

But instead of being angry, Jack rubbed his hard, swollen cock over my lips. My eyes looked up at him as I dragged my tongue around his wet corona, licking up his precum. He moaned and grabbed my head firmly by the hair, wanting me to take him fully in my mouth.

Resuming his thrusting, Gil pushed deep into me, which pushed Jack’s cock deeper into my mouth. The rocking motion of in and out was quickly driving all of us towards orgasm. My moans vibrating through his cock made Jack fill my mouth with his cum. I swallowed and slurped every drop I could. Jack’s hands left my hair and reached down to pull and twist my nipples. He knew how that would make my pussy clench, and he hoped it would send Gil over the edge.

He was right. It sent us both into orgasms. As pulse after pulse filled me, my body trembled and convulsed. Finally, I collapsed on the desk on my belly, not even caring how cold and hard it was.

It felt like several minutes, but in reality, it was probably only mere seconds before Gil helped me off the desk.

“I went over our allotted time today. " I'd better get home before Amy wonders what happened to me,” he said while gathering up his clothes and starting to get dressed.

Jack leaned down and kissed me and left the room, saying, “I’ll go start supper - you finish your session.” Then, turning at the door and looking at Gil, he said, “I hope we’ll see you again next Thursday!”

Gil nodded in response.

After both getting dressed, Gil turned to look at me. “I guess we have the answer to our question!”

I stepped closer and kissed him, the flavour of Jack’s semen still on my tongue.