TUESDAYS

(A real story)

I felt so guilty after that first night with my boss.

The second and last day of the conference, I made myself scarce, only showing up to the lectures, and then just headed back to my room. No more meals or drinks out with the group.

Wednesday.

First morning back, I got a message from David, my boss, to come see him in his office.

I passed by Sarah from accounting in the hall. She’s usually very nice, but we passed and I said, “Hello.” She only glared at me and kept walking. Then I noticed that a few of my other coworkers were watching me walk past. Or was I just being paranoid?

When I got to his office, I was asked to shut the door, and then David said, “I hope things don’t get too awkward around here. That’s the last thing I want. Are we okay?”

I nodded yes.

“Because I enjoyed our night together. And I hope you did too.”

“I enjoyed it as well. I just hope we can stay professional.” Hesitantly, I continued, “Listen, you didn’t tell anybody, did you?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Okay… okay…”

“So we’re good?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

I left his office and walked back to my desk.

I saw Sarah in the copy room, and I walked up to her. “Why do you seem so mad at me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

Without looking up, Sarah replied snottily, “It’s nice to see you with clothes again.”

“Excuse me?”

Sternly looking at me, she said, “If I was your husband, I would be pissed. You wore that slut dress and slut danced with David, then disappeared with him.”

“Nothing happened with him. And what you’re saying is defamation. And for your information, I went back to my room. And the way I dress is my business!”

I went back to my desk, slamming the door hard behind me.

For the rest of the week, I stuck pretty much to myself.

Tuesday

The very next Tuesday, I received a message from David asking me if I could stay late to work.

Everybody else in the office was gone as I was finishing some end-of-the-day paperwork.

When the office was totally empty, he showed up at my desk. “Let’s work in my space.”

I gathered some of my things and followed him back to his office. He shut the window shades and locked the door.

“I’ve been thinking about you. In fact, I can’t get my mind off of the night we shared.”

He stood behind me and started rubbing my shoulders.

“Is this okay?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’ve thought about our night together as well.”

His arm slipped from my shoulders down around my waist. With a free hand, he pulled my hair off my shoulders and started kissing the back of my neck.

Closing my eyes, I said, “What do you think you’re doing…”

“Tell me to stop…”

I didn’t.

He guided me forward to his desk, pulling my blouse up, untucking it from my skirt, and pushing my shoulders down to the desk so that I was bent over it. He lifted up my skirt, revealing my panties.

“I want you, Christine.”

I heard him unzip.

“I said we need a condom!”

There was a slight hesitation from him. Then he went over to where his jacket was hanging, pulled his wallet from it, and produced a condom.

Quickly moving behind me again, I heard the rip of the plastic wrapper.

He pulled my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and arched my ass up. He guided himself into me and slid in. I let out a soft moan, his condom-covered cock pressing me apart. I felt his hands on my back, which in turn smushed my breasts against the desk. I stretched out my fingertips on the desk. His hands slid to my hips as he began to move in and out of me. My vagina clenched around his shaft. He moaned low. He started to speed up, and my wetness covered him. I could feel my ass cheeks ripple with each of his pushes, which made me a little self-conscious about my body. I pressed back against him, biting softly on my lower lip.

I purred, “You’re going to make me cum! Mmm.”

He gripped my hips and held himself in me, moaning loudly… then pulled out.

“I was about to come. Why’d you stop?!”

Catching his breath, he said, “You telling me I was about to cum made me shoot. Sorry about that. Next time, don’t tell me and I will last longer.”

Slightly disappointed, I pulled up my thong and put my clothes back in place. He told me that felt amazing and he enjoyed us fucking and hoped to keep this a regular thing as long as it stayed discreet and we stayed professional at work.

I agreed.

Later that night I made love to my husband and my orgasm was harder, and I came faster than I ever had. One of the rare times that I finished first…

NEXT TUESDAY.

My need was growing, and this time I was called into his office at noon.

Just like last time, he closed the shades and locked the door.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you again, and unfortunately I cannot stay late, and I feel so stressed out. Will you help me, please, Christine?”

“But there are people right outside.”

“We will be quiet. I want you to get on your knees.”

“Excuse me.”

David continued, “Get on your knees in front of me and look up at me.”

I halfway smiled indignantly. “Oh really?”

“Yes. Please, we don’t have much time.”

I got on my knees and as soon as I did, he opened up his pants and pulled out his cock. It was thick and semi-hard. He rubbed it until it was fully hard.

“I want you to kiss it.”

I leaned forward on my knees, my lips close to the tip of the cock, about a millimeter from my mouth. I opened my lips and hot breath flowed over it… it pulsed a little. I let my lips slide over the tip and around the shaft, circling my tongue. I held onto the base with my hand, massaging it. The salty and sweet tang of his shaft filled my mouth. I started sucking him. He pulled my hand away from the base.

David said, “Don’t use your hand, just suck.”

His other hand cupped the back of my head.

“Look at me.”

I glanced up at him as I sucked him.

His cock touched the back of my throat. I gagged. Tears formed in my eyes. I yanked my head back only for him to guide it back onto his cock. Cautiously, I started sucking him again.

“Look at me!”

My head bobbed faster.

His hand slapped the side of my face.

“Look at me!!”

I looked at him.

“You need to look at me while sucking me.”

Pushing my head with his hand back onto his cock, I stared him in the eyes as his penis pumped in and out of my mouth. I gripped the sides of his hips… his cock jerked in my mouth, and he started to moan. I quickly pulled it out of my mouth.

Loudly I whispered, “Don’t stop!”

“Just tell me when you’re about to cum.”

Breathing fast through my nose, looking him in the eyes, I started sucking him again, my tongue firmly swirling over his meaty thickness, and my lips sliding over every curve. Both of his hands were on my head now, his fingers intertwined with each other. He leaned his head back and pulled me closer onto his cock, nearing the back of my throat. I started to gag. A flood of warm semen filled my mouth. Some shot down my throat, some ran up my nose. I coughed and sputtered, trying to pull my head back, and finally he let go of my head. I gagged and dry-heaved a couple times. It was a lot of semen, without warning.

He pulled a few napkins from the holder on his desk and handed them to me.

“You give the best blow jobs, thank you. I feel so much better. Here, clean yourself up, Christine. We wouldn’t want people to think anything sordid was going on,” he said with a chuckle.

I wiped my mouth and blew my nose into the Kleenex. Straightened my blouse.

He zipped up and said, “Next Tuesday I can return the favor. I owe you one, one or two at least.”

I just gave a quick smile and, without saying a word, stepped out of his office.

Walking back to my desk, the taste of him covered the inside of my mouth completely.

I noticed a few guys at their own desks looking up and staring at me as I passed, and I started getting those paranoid thoughts again. Do they know? He isn’t bragging, is he? I should really stop this.

I sat down at my desk and took a deep breath.

Charlie from sales walked by and said in his very flamboyant voice, “Ummm girl, you should wipe your chin. You got a Something About Mary situation going on there.”

I grabbed my purse, looked at the compact mirror, and to my horror a string of semen goo was dangling from my chin. I must have missed it when wiping off with the Kleenex. I just then realized I had walked through the entire office with sperm hanging from my chin. I quickly sent my boss a text: I won’t do this in the office anymore.

Oh my god!! I was horrified.

Next Tuesday came around, and he sent me a text to ask me to stay late after everybody else.

I texted one word: NO.

The next text from him read: next week then?

I texted a whole paragraph on how and why I needed to stop, then I deleted that and just answered: MAYBE.

And seconds later his text read: Good. C u next Tuesday.

Tuesday After Work

There was a note left on my desk.

After I leave for work, come over to my place. Remember I owe you.

I wrote down the address in my phone notes.

Why can’t I stop doing this!?

Later in the day, as instructed, I drove to his house, stopping first to buy a box of condoms.

I sat outside his house in my car. So conflicted. Why am I doing this? I love my husband. This would kill him. I started up the car at least three times to drive away.

My need to be touched, to be desired—the feeling was too much.

I stuffed the condoms in my purse, took a deep breath, and went to his front door.

He ushered me quickly in.

“I was wondering if you were gonna come by,” David said. “I’m glad you did.”

I smiled. He took my hand and guided me to his bedroom. It was a very spacious room with a huge bed in the middle of the floor, and at the far end of the room was a bathroom. The bed had two regular pillows and a third pillow that was shaped like a triangle wedge.

I put my purse down on the bedside table.

I pointed at the wedge pillow. “And what is that for exactly?”

David’s arms slid around my waist. “Well, sometimes it’s all about the angles.”

He did his ritual of moving my hair away from the back of my neck and kissing it.

I turned to face him. We kissed passionately. He was unbuttoning his shirt. Then, as he was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, I returned the favor by kissing his neck. Before I knew it he was standing in front of me naked.

I must admit David’s body does look very good.

He walked to the bed and pulled off the top comforter. The pillows and the wedge tumbled to the floor. He casually picked up the wedge and tossed it back onto the middle of the bed. He grabbed the two pillows on the floor, stacked them on top of each other, and then lay on the bed with the pillows behind his back.

“I want to watch you undress,” he said, his hand stroking his cock.

And I started to take off my clothes.

Then he asked me, “Would you ever consent to be videoed?”

I gave my answer indignantly. “Not just no, but hell no!”

Just standing in my bra and panties, I reached behind my back, unhooking my bra.

I saw him looking up and down.

“Would you ever have a threesome?”

“I don’t think so.”

He smirked. “With two guys or maybe three guys.”

“No, I’m a one-at-a-time type of girl.”

“Oh, pity. It could be fun.”

At this point, my bra fell away.

I started to pull down my panties. He said, “Come here right now. Leave them on.”

I got onto the bed and lay next to him.

We started softly kissing. His hand explored my breasts, hips, and legs.

Rolling over onto my back, he moved on top of me. He kissed my neck, then my left breast, stopping to briefly suck on the nipple, then to my right breast around the outside curve, and then once again briefly sucking on the nipple. He lowered himself down, kissing his way to my panty-covered pussy.

“Mmm, you smell good.”

I giggled and rolled my eyes.

His mouth covered me through my panties. I could feel the hot breath and moisture from his mouth press against me. It made me bring my knees up. He pulled the panties to the side. I felt his tongue enter me a little and then slide up, circling my labia.

“Oh yeahhhh.” I leaned my head back against the pillows, closing my eyes, savoring the sensation.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me… Yeess.”

His fingers wrapped around the side of my thong straps. He pulled at them—yanked them actually.

“Hey!”

He yanked again. They snapped and ripped. He pulled them away from my body.

Abruptly I said, “Hey! I liked those! You are buying me another pair!”

“Seems fair.”

He gave my pussy two long, deep licks, then slid upwards.

I felt the hardness of his cockhead slide against my inner thigh, then against my pussy lips.

“Wait!! We need this.”

I leaned over to the table that my purse was lying on and pulled the condom from it. I ripped it open with my teeth, cast away the wrapper, and using my hands I rolled the condom down the head of his penis onto his thick shaft to the base of his balls.

David said slowly, “You came prepared.”

“Better safe than sorry,” I said hungrily.

He reached down under my knees and pushed them almost to my shoulders, bending me in half.

He guided himself into me.

Awkwardly, I said, “I’m not that bendy. This isn’t a comfortable position.”

He let go. My feet went back to the mattress to the sides of his legs. He laid his body flush against mine, kissed me deeply, as he slid all the way in.

I put my arms under his, wrapping them around his waist and holding onto his back. My breasts bulged against his chest as he rocked back and forth on me. I rested my chin on his shoulder.

After a minute or two of this, he raised up on his arms in a half-plank position. He slowly pulled all the way out to the head of his penis and pushed back in hard enough that our bodies slapped together. Then again and again, each time a little harder. I braced my hands on his chest. A couple of the thrusts made me wince.

“I love how your tits roll and wave when I fuck you like this.”

He slammed into me hard.

I stammered, “Ooff!! Are you trying to hurt me?”

He leaned down and gave my left tit a quick suck.

“This feels so good. I want to try something,” David said with a smirk.

He grabbed my arms right above the elbows and pulled them above my head.

Holding me with a tight grip, he said, “I want you to try to roll us over so you can be on top.”

I leaned my body to the left, then to the right. He pulled halfway out and slammed back in.

“Ow! Not so rough.”

Flexing and releasing his hips, slamming into me repeatedly.

“Come on. Flip me over onto my back. The struggle is real.”

I tried to rock my body from side to side. I tried to move my arms, but his grip was too tight, and he kept up with his hard, deep strokes.

Till finally he pulled out too far and came out completely. He let go of one of my arms and reached down below, fiddling with his cock.

“Let me ride you. I want to bounce on you,” I said breathlessly.

“I want that too, but you have to earn it.”

I felt him guide his cock back into me. He grabbed my arms again and held them firmly above my head. I felt his pelvis against mine…

I gasped, “Ohhh too deep!”

His body began to move in waves, his cock sliding halfway out and then pushing back into me, but not with the same force as before. He felt smooth and slick. So damn good… too good.

I raised my knees wider. I felt his cock almost slip completely out, but then he plunged back in, this time so hard the headboard slapped against the wall.

“Oohh!! Gawd!!” I called out.

“It feels so much better this way. Don’t you think?”

He pulled out halfway and slammed back in again.

I moaned, “Ohhh! This feels too good. Mmm, feels like skin on skin. Ooh!”

“It’s because I took the condom off. It wasn’t working for me.”

“What!!?”

He started pumping away faster.

“Push me over, and I’ll put one on.”

I bucked my hips. I strained my arms up. He was too strong, his cock pulling halfway out then shoving back in. The headboard kept slapping against the wall.

Loudly I moaned, “Ohhh fuck!!”

“Ohhh yes Christine, take it. You love it.”

His chest started to sweat.

My pussy gripped the entire length of the shaft, squeezing it.

“Ohhhh fuck!!!” I gasped, eyes wide.

David’s voice trembled, “Yes yes yes!!!”

His body tightened, his eyes rolled, his entire cock pulsed. Warmth erupted in me.

He let out a couple of deep exhales. Then laid on me. He let go of my forearms.

“Oh Christine, you fuck so good.”

He got up off the bed, walked across the room to the bathroom, and with the door open, he began to take a piss.

My arms were sore. My thighs were sore.

I lay there looking up at the ceiling, rubbing my arms.

Staring at the ceiling, I said, “That wasn’t very loving.”

“If you want to make love, go home to your husband. You came here to fuck,” was his reply.

He came back to the bed swaggering with his dangler swinging between his thighs.

Plopping down on the bed with a satisfied smirk on his face.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet, letting his fluids drain out of me.

Covering my face in my hands, I said loudly so he could hear, “You can’t take the condoms off anymore.”

“But it feels so good, doesn’t it, babe.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. The last thing I want is to get pregnant.”

“Okay… okay…”

I sat on the toilet for a good five minutes, letting everything drain out. I got dressed. He walked me to the door, and after a short kiss I told him, “You better replace the panties you ripped.”

Smiling, David said, “Oh, I will, I will. See you at work tomorrow.”

The Last Tuesday.

As I was parked outside his house, full of my need, I was applying some lipstick when the answer to my text came (yes, I have condoms, a whole punch bowl full of them).

I rolled my eyes, worked my wedding ring off my finger, and locked it in the glove compartment.

As I entered his apartment, he took me by my hands and said, “There’s something new I want to try. I think you’ll love it…”

Puzzled, I replied, “And what is that exactly, sir?”

“I love when you call me sir.”

We walked into his bedroom. “I want you to strip down to your bra and panties. I am going to put a blindfold on you.”

I giggled. “Oh really? Are you going to wear one too?”

“Now that would be fun. Maybe next time.”

I took off my clothes and placed them in a nearby chair, stood in the middle of his room in just my bra and panties.

“No ripping panties this time!”

David chuckled. “Never. Wouldn’t even think of it.”

From his bedside table, he brought two white cotton squares and placed them over my eyes, then took a thin black scarf which he tied over my eyes around my head.

“Can you see anything?”

“No.”

“Good. I believe you will feel so much more this way. I want to just look at you standing there.”

I stood there, starting to feel a little self-conscious.

After I heard him walk away, then come back, he said, “Christine in her bra and panties. Christine, will you turn around, please?”

I slowly turned around.

“Christine, take off your bra, please.”

I gave a nervous giggle and unhooked the latch between my breasts, which let the bra fall away from me.

“Christine looks so good with her tits out. Take your panties off, please.”

I gave a little sigh and slid my thong down to my ankles, stepping out of them.

“Christine, totally naked in my bedroom,” he said as he circled around me.

“You talking like that is creeping me out. This is just weird.”

His voice was farther away again. “Christine, please don’t move. I want to feel you.”

I smiled, sucking my lower lip into my mouth for a second in anticipation. I heard him step close to me.

I felt his hand touch my breast. His whole hand was cold.

I yelped at his touch.

“Damn, your hands are cold!!”

A couple more quick, firm squeezes from his cold hand, and he seemed to have stepped back.

“Now, Christine, I want you to slowly get on your knees. And put your hands behind your back.”

“Excuse me!?”

“Please just do it.”

I gave another sigh and slowly got onto my knees.

I heard him walk around me once again.

I put my hands together behind my back.

“Look how Christine’s tits push out when she is like that.”

“Okay, this might be a little too weird for me.”

He stepped close. His hand, warm this time, felt and squeezed one breast after another, then softly pinched one nipple.

“Oh!! I wasn’t ready for that,” I nervously giggled.

He stepped back from me. “Christine, I’m going to put my cock in your mouth. But I want you to keep your hands behind your back. Do not reach out for me. Let me guide you.”

“Um… ohh, ok.”

There was silence in the room, and then I heard him step close. Felt his penis slide against my lips. I opened my mouth slightly. The head of his penis pressed and rubbed all over my face and then between my lips. I started breathing through my nose as I closed my mouth over the head of his cock and onto his shaft. I got a few strokes in then heard him say, “Christine loves sucking cock. You like sucking that cock, don’t you?”

I just kept sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, circling my tongue around the head, letting it explore every curve.

“Nod if you like sucking cock.”

I nodded. I felt his hand on the top of my head and the other hand with his icy cold fingertips squeezing and rubbing my right breast.

His breathing became labored. His warm semen filled my mouth rapidly. I pulled back, feeling some of it hit my chin. I put my hands down at my sides to steady myself as I coughed.

“Oh, that was really good, Christine, but you’ve turned me on so much. I want to feel you do that again.”

I coughed once more.

“Really? Are you going to return the favor?”

I heard a snicker as he said, “Oh yeah. Put your hands behind your back again.”

“Seriously, you are so specific.”

I put my hands behind my back. Ten seconds later, I heard him step up in front of me, felt his aroused cock press against my mouth. Jeez, blindfolds do turn him on!

My mouth covered the head, circling my tongue, flicking his urethra, feeling him slide almost to the back of my throat. I gagged a little, but then I felt his hand on my head. I breathed rapidly through my nose.

I heard him say, “That’s right, suck that cock.”

He felt longer and thicker this time.

I gagged a couple more times as my head bobbed and my lips milked his shaft.

Just as his cock started to throb, I yanked my head back and felt warm semen shoot over my chest and neck with his familiar grizzly-bear moan.

I gasped, “Damn, you came a lot!!”

“That’s right, Christine. Don’t move. I’ll be right back with a towel.”

I put my hands at my sides to steady myself. I heard him walk quickly to the bathroom. And then he came back. He patted my chin and neck with a towel.

“You did so good. Take my hand and stand up, please. I think you’ll really enjoy this next part.”

He took my hands and walked me slowly to the edge of his bed.

“I want you to be in total sensory deprivation.” I heard him open up his bedside drawer. Standing to my right, he said, “I have earbuds. I’m going to put them in your ears, and I’m gonna play music, so you won’t see a thing, and you won’t be able to hear anything, and in that way you will be able to feel everything.”

He put the earbuds in and checked to make sure that my blindfold was still snugly in place.

Then I heard the Nine Inch Nails song “Closer” playing in the earbuds.

“IT’S LOUD.”

I felt his hand push between my shoulder blades, which in turn made me fall face first onto the bed. I shot my arms in front of me and broke some of the fall. He lifted my hips up and was able to slip the wedge pillow under my pelvic bone, which in turn arched my ass up. He kicked my ankles farther apart. And then I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart and hold them like that for fifteen seconds or so. He must have wanted a good look.

I felt his two fingers, which were warm now, rub my pussy with lube. Two of his fingers went into me. I flexed my own fingers onto the sheets in anticipation.

He seemed to let go of me for a minute. Then came back. I felt his hips slide against the curve of my ass and his hand guiding his penis to my vaginal opening. He started to enter me.

“OH!!” I said loudly.

His cock was so very hard as he slid completely in me, then back out, and then in me again.

I let out a loud “OH!” with each stroke.

“OH OH OH OH OH!”

His cock felt very slick and very good.

He didn’t ram hard like last time when we were together.

I felt my orgasm start to build. I let a moan out like a long exhale. “OOOOHHHH!”

His hands seized my waist. Warmth flooded in me.

“OHHHH FU FU FU FUCK!” I yelled as my vaginal muscles had a seizure around the length of his cock.

I gripped the blankets and sheets in my hands, his warm sperm spurting in me.

I came to my senses. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WEAR A CONDOM.”

I felt him push himself off me.

I took a deep breath, then started to get up, but his hand pressed down on the small of my back, back onto the mattress. His hand was ice cold again. I felt his hips sliding up and down between my thighs from behind.

“AGAIN!?” I asked.

Then I felt the unmistakable feeling of a condom-covered penis pressing into me.

His first thrust was so deep it bottomed out, hitting my cervix.

“OH TOO DEEP!!” I said very loudly.

The strokes became shallower but harder. I noticed for the first time how prickly his pubic hair was when it rubbed against my ass. He pumped away like a man possessed, then slid out of me, and before I could say a word, I felt a warm gush shoot onto my back.

In that moment I felt gross. I felt ashamed. The seductive feeling of being desired and the power of arousal was gone. Drained away. My emotions were crashing.

The music in my ears was too loud. “I NEED TO STOP.”

I stood up, feeling sperm trickling down my back.

My fingers fumbled with the knot firmly holding the blindfold in place.

My boss was at my side. He pulled an earbud out. “One second, Christine!”

“NO. I AM SORRY. I AM DONE.”

The music shut off. I pulled the blindfold off my head. The cotton squares slipped away.

The room was full of light. Blinking, my eyes adjusted to it.

I turned around and saw my boss standing naked across the room in front of the bathroom door.

I started walking towards him and said, “I need to shower off.”

He stayed in front of the bathroom door and said, “This bathroom is broken. You don’t wanna go in there. Let me show you a different one.”

He led me out of the bedroom and down the hall to another bathroom, where I proceeded to sit on the toilet and drain him out of me as much as I could. After a few minutes, David knocked on the door and then entered. He placed my clothes on the vanity counter. Then he said quietly, “I will give you your privacy.”

The feeling of shame overwhelmed me. I could barely look at myself in the mirror.

I rinsed off in the shower and got dressed.

I left the bathroom to find him sitting in his kitchen wearing sweatpants, his face looking a bit flushed. I told him this had to be our last time. That it wasn’t him, it was me. That if I wasn’t married, I would be very lucky, but I have to go. To my surprise, he seemed very understanding and almost as if he couldn’t wait for me to leave.

On the way back home, I just started crying.

A wave of disgust and shame filled me.

I promised myself I wouldn’t do anything like this ever again. In fact, I’ll make it my New Year’s resolution. Although New Year’s was just two months away.

Luckily, my husband was asleep by the time I got home. I took another shower and then slipped into bed and fell asleep.

Feeling undeserving of the man next to me.

I swore to myself I wouldn’t let temptation and desire get the best of me again.

The End?