It was a Monday morning when Jack Donovan first met Janice. The manager of a technical support team in a large bank’s IT department, he was in his office when the head of HR walked in.

“Hello Jack. Sorry to disturb you, but I’d like to introduce you to Janice Cooper. Janice has just joined the bank and will be working in admin in the HR team. Janice, this is Jack Donovan, head of Technical Services Group. They keep our computers running.”

Jack looked up from his screen to see a smiling, blonde woman dressed in a cream-coloured blouse and black slacks standing next to the head of HR. The top two buttons of her blouse were open, showing just a hint of cleavage.

He stood up and came around from his desk with his hand extended.

“Pleased to meet you, Janice,” he said, smiling and looking into her eyes.

“Likewise,” she said, returning his gaze. “It’s my first time back at work in years, and I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. The kids have finally left home, and I’ve been bored out of my mind.”

“Well, you’ll find plenty to occupy you here,” he replied, deliberately looking down at her body, then back into her eyes before letting go of her hand after having held it a little too long for a normal handshake.

Janice felt a little flutter in her chest at his obvious flirtation. She was happily married and adored her husband, but during all those years she’d been at home and raising her children, she had missed the fun of office banter.

“I hope so,” she replied.

“Come on, now,” the head of HR said, “we’ve got a lot of other people to see.”

They turned around and left.

Jack went back behind his desk and sat down, thinking that the next few months were going to be interesting - seducing the attractive, married woman he had just met.

Jack, a thirty-year-old bachelor, was a serial seducer. A good-looking man with an athletic build, he was self-assured and relaxed with others, particularly women. He possessed that charm so often found in the Irish, together with a soft and persuasive Irish accent, complemented by a very good sense of humour.  He also understood women well - a legacy of growing up in a household of females with no other male, as his father had disappeared when he was a toddler.

Jack had also been blessed with prodigious genitals. A substantial cock, with a very thick shaft topped by an even larger head, and a pair of large, low-hanging testicles that seemed to produce a never-ending and copious supply of semen. He also had amazing sexual stamina, able to keep his erection after climaxing, and able to climax a number of times in succession.

He had been sexually active from an early age after he was seduced by one of his sisters’ girlfriends, Leslie. He was an eager participant and soon learned how to please a woman, taking pleasure in her reactions as he followed her instructions.

Leslie was delighted with her new pupil. He was everything she could have desired - young, fit, handsome, energetic, and with exceptionally large genitalia. He was a quick learner and gave her orgasmic pleasure unlike any she had experienced before or since.

Jack was an open and uninhibited learner. He experimented without reserve, doing all manner of things as he developed his likes and dislikes. As he did so, he realised the powers that he had, and he enjoyed exercising them over Leslie. It wasn’t long before she was completely under his control and would do anything for him, which laid the foundation for shaping his sexual development.

He wanted to be the man that his sexual partners could not resist, the man who could transport them to ecstasy, the man they would always want, the man they would always prefer. He also wanted them to be available to him whenever he wanted them, regardless of their relationships with other men.

His relationship with Leslie was, of course, not going to be monogamous. She had excitedly told her girlfriends all about her new boyfriend, and it wasn’t long before they wanted to see for themselves.

Jack was both flattered and delighted. He had a voracious sexual appetite, and having so many eager girls flinging themselves at him provided him with a first-class education in women’s sexuality.

It was at this time, too, that he had his first experience of taking a woman’s virginity, an experience that gave him a taste for “being the first” in sex and beating all other possible contenders, making him extremely competitive.

Ejaculating his fertile semen inside the warm, wet sleeve of a vagina that had never felt a penis inside it before and was powerless to stop him, gave him unbelievably strong feelings, especially if its owner was writhing in pleasure.

He spent the next several months chasing and seducing apparent virgins, taking particular delight in doing so if they had a boyfriend. The competitive urge to take something that might be beholden to someone else was very strong, and success made him feel exceptionally powerful.

As the years progressed, Jack’s confidence in himself and his abilities grew, bolstered by his success in pursuing them. He was a strong, dominant, alpha male, but with a charm that endeared him to his lovers (and, in many instances, their partners), even after he had moved on from them.

As he approached his thirties, his ability to attract young virgins diminished, so he turned his attention to chasing women who were partners to other men, mostly married women.  He particularly liked women who had married at a young age, especially if they had married a childhood sweetheart, as they were unlikely to have had other lovers. That would mean his cock would be the first they would experience other than their husband’s and, inevitably, would find it more exciting and satisfying, awakening powerful feelings in them that they had not had before.

He had cuckolded countless men, some without their knowledge but mostly with. He got a real kick out of watching the anguish on a man’s face as he realised that his woman was willingly giving herself to another man and enjoying it far more than she did with him.  Breaking the sexual bond and private intimacy of a couple and becoming the woman’s partner of choice made him feel exceptionally powerful.

He was also adept at reading the reactions of partners, instinctively identifying those men who wanted to watch another man seducing and fucking their wives/girlfriends. They were true cuckolds, and he would tease them, often humiliating them, for their (and his) enjoyment.

And so it was with this background that he began his pursuit of Janice.

Over the next few weeks, he increased his use of HR services. He asked them to provide various reports on his staff, consulted them on reviewing job descriptions, and asked them to do some research on salaries. He frequently visited the HR department, spending time talking with Janice, smiling at her and cracking jokes.

Gradually she came to like this soft-spoken man with his luxurious black hair and lovely green eyes. Yes, he would touch her when making a point in one of his jokes, but never enough to appear improper. She knew he was flirting with her, but he was so charming that she just accepted it.

Then, one day after a few weeks, she held his forearm. He had just told her a very funny story and made her laugh uproariously. As she did so, she inadvertently grasped his arm before realising what she’d done and hurriedly removing her hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t be touching you.”

“Don’t be silly,” Jack replied, taking her hand and putting it back. “I’m not one of these modern moralists. It’s normal to put your hand on a friend.”

He left his hand on top of hers a little longer than he should have, but not enough to appear improper. She did not move her hand, letting it rest lightly on his sleeve.

“I suppose so,” she replied, “but one has to be so careful nowadays,” then took her hand off his arm.

“I can assure you that you don’t need to be careful with me,” he said, smiling broadly, “well, not in that way.”

“Oh Jack, you’re an impossible flirt. You know I’m married and, anyway, I’m much older than you.”

Jack immediately noted the first chink in her armour. She hadn’t simply talked about being married, but introduced an additional defence of age, as if preparing for the first to be breached.

“Of course I know you’re married, and I respect that but, as for being older, that’s irrelevant. You’re damn good-looking and much more interesting than the young girls around here.”

“You’re just trying to be nice.”

“No, I mean it.”

Janice felt a tingle in her chest at his words. Her nipples tightened and her breasts swelled. This handsome man, probably 15 years younger than she, was complimenting her, and it made her feel attractive and wanted.

“I’d better be off,” he continued, “lots to do.  I’ll see you around.”

“OK,” she replied, watching him as he turned around and walked away, her heart beating faster than usual.

She returned to her work but found it difficult to concentrate. She kept on remembering his hand on hers, a large hand with broad fingers and quite unlike her husband’s smaller one with its long, thin fingers.

She had enjoyed his touch and wondered what it would be like elsewhere, then quickly dismissed the thought.

Over the next few weeks, Jack continued his frequent meetings with her, but gradually became more tactile, touching her lightly on her shoulders or her arms. Slowly she became used to it until she no longer noticed it. She also started to touch him more, her hand lingering on his arm or his shoulder. She felt safe in his presence.  So, when he suggested that they have a drink after work in a nearby bar, she happily agreed.

Janice arrived before Jack and found a table with two chairs. She sat down to wait for him. A few men stopped and tried to engage her in conversation, but she told them she was waiting for a friend, and they left.

Jack arrived after about ten minutes. As she spotted him walking towards her, she felt a little twinge in her stomach.

“Hello Jan,” he said, “have you ordered anything?”

“No, not yet. I was waiting for you.”

“Oh, OK. What can I get you?”

“A glass of Chardonnay, please.”

Jack left, returning soon with her wine and a whisky for himself. He handed her the wine and sat down next to her, before raising his glass and saying ‘cheers’.

They drank to his toast, then started talking about their respective work days. After a while, he started to steer the conversation into more personal territory, asking about her family, her children, her early years.

He learned that she and Tom, her husband, had been childhood sweethearts. Their respective parents had been friends, and there was frequent socialising. Tom had been her first and only boyfriend. They’d married as soon as they’d completed university and started a family after a few years. Janice had given up her work and stayed at home to become a housewife, a role that she played to perfection.

As Janice talked, Jack felt his cock harden at the thought of plundering her pussy, a pussy that had only known her husband’s cock. He shifted in his chair so that his leg touched hers.

Janice felt him push against her leg. Once again, she felt a tingle in her stomach, but this time it was accompanied by a warm glow in her groin. Her brain told her to move, but the alcohol had made her relax and her body did not listen. Instead, she pushed back against him.

Jack looked into her eyes and smiled.

“I can’t believe that a woman as attractive as you has only had one lover in your life.”

“It’s true,” Janice replied, blushing, “Tom is the only man I’ve ever been with.”

“Haven’t you ever been tempted by anyone else?”

“Well, yes, of course I’ve been curious, but I’m married, so it’s out of the question.”

“Have you ever kissed another man?”

Janice did not reply, but looked down at the table.

“Ah,” Jack said, “and you felt bad afterwards.”

“I felt awful,” Janice replied, looking up, “more so because I enjoyed it.”

“It’s only kissing,” Jack said.

“Yes, but I felt I was betraying my husband.”

“Oh, don’t be so harsh on yourself. I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded. He’s probably kissed other women, too. It’s no big deal.”

Janice looked at him. Again there was that twinge in her stomach, but this time she felt her pelvic muscles clench as she gazed into his eyes.

Jack smiled at her as he saw the flush in her cheeks. Her lips were parted and he could see the tip of her tongue. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, his lips brushing hers, then sat back again.

“See,” he said, “nothing to worry about.”

Janice felt her heart thumping. Her lips felt alive and sensitive, wanting more of his sensuous mouth. Her body ached to feel his touch. She pushed back her chair and stood up.

“I need the bathroom.”

Jack stood up and moved to the side so she could get past him. There wasn’t much room, and she had to squeeze past him. As she did so, he felt her butt brush against his groin and his erect cock, and smiled. He had no doubt that it wouldn’t be long before it was buried inside her cunt.

Janice was almost in a trance as she walked to the bathroom. She knew she had to stop what was happening, which was why she had said she needed the bathroom. However, feeling his erect penis as she squeezed past him had simply escalated the conflict in her mind. The only erect penis she had ever seen was her husband’s, and she desperately wanted to see what this one was like.

She went into one of the cubicles and took down her slacks and panties. They were soaking wet.

She sat down and thought about his kiss. She had enjoyed it very much, but it was too brief. She wanted more, but she knew it would be wrong. This had to stop.

Jack, meanwhile, was waiting for her to return. He realised that this was a pivotal moment and that he needed to break through her next line of defence and consolidate his position.

Janice emerged from the bathroom and walked back to the table. As she got nearer, she felt her heart thumping again. Jack stood up for her to get past, but she didn’t move.

“I think I should be getting home,” she said.

“Oh,” Jack replied, “are you sure?”

“Yes, I should be there when Tom gets home.”

“Alright, then. We can walk back to the office and call a taxi from there. You shouldn’t be driving after drinking.”

“Good idea”.

They walked back to the office together in silence.  It was empty when Jack let them in, and they walked across the room to stand next to his desk.

“I’m sorry to be a party-pooper,” she said.

“You’re nothing of the sort,” he replied.

Janice looked at him. Again she felt that twinge.

“Would you like to come round for dinner next week?”

She didn’t know why she asked, but it just seemed natural to do so.

Jack did not reply; instead, he stepped forward and kissed her, but this time he kissed her deeply, his tongue probing between her lips to tangle with hers as his arms wrapped around her, his hands on her buttocks.

Janice closed her eyes as she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue, hers dancing around it. She put her arms under his and held his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back rippling under her touch.

She could feel his erect penis hard against her stomach as he pulled her towards him, and she rubbed herself against it.

They kissed for several minutes, their mouths glued to each other. Jack moved his hands all over her back, then up and down her sides. Janice moaned into his mouth as she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

Eventually they broke their kiss and stood back from each other, panting.

“You’re beautiful and sexy,” he said.

“Oh God, Jack, this is wrong. You’re not my husband.”

“It’s alright, Janice, we’re just kissing and touching. It’s not sex.”

“But…”

“Shhhh.”

He leaned forward and kissed her again. Once more, they kissed passionately, writhing against each other, but this time Jack allowed his hands to slip lower down and underneath her buttocks, gently pulling them apart and feeling the tops of her thighs.

Janice, too, became more adventurous. She put her right hand between them and felt for his penis. It felt large and very hard, different to her husband’s.

Jack broke their kiss and stood back before undoing his belt and waistband, unzipping his fly and pulling down his jockeys. Janice stared at his erect cock with its pendulous balls hanging beneath, surrounded by a forest of thick, black, curly pubic hair.

“Oh my word,” she breathed.

“You can touch it.”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t do that.”

“Is it different to your husband’s?”

“Oh, yes. It’s bigger than his, and he’s circumcised.”

Jack took her hand and closed it around his shaft, pulling it back so that his foreskin rolled back to reveal his glans with precum dribbling out of his slit.

Janice stared at his cock. It was so hard, and yet the skin felt so soft. She could feel it twitching with his pulse.

She moved her hand back and forth, fascinated by the way his foreskin rolled back and forth over his glans.

Jack watched as she felt him, enjoying the touch of her long, slender fingers.  After a short while, he took her hand away.

“You see, it’s fine to touch,” he said.

“I’m not sure,” she said softly.

“Well, we haven’t done anything.”

“I know.”

He leaned forward and kissed her again, sucking her lips between his and licking them.  She moaned as she instinctively reached forward and grasped his cock again, his precum wetting her palm.

They kissed for a long time until he broke it and stood back. She let go of his cock.

“We should probably stop now,” he said, “you’re a very sexy woman, and I’d love to go further, but you’re married and I respect that.”

Janice’s mind was whirling. This man had awakened feelings in her that she hadn’t experienced in decades. He was right, they should stop, but she didn’t want to. She wanted more of him, but she was close to doing things she would later regret.

“Um, er, you’re right,” she stuttered, as she watched him pull up his trousers and refasten them.

Jack knew that he could have gone further, but he wanted her leave unfulfilled. She would remember what she had seen and felt and would want to repeat it. That would make it easier for him to get to his final goal.

He asked her for her address, then picked up the ‘phone and called a taxi.

Janice returned to her house in a state of sexual arousal coupled with frustration. She also felt ashamed and embarrassed. She had been desperate to feel his hands on her body, but he had not done anything out of respect for her marriage.

She went into the living room and saw that Tom had arrived home before her.

“Hello darling,” she said, “sorry I’m late. A few of us had a drink after work. I came home in a taxi.”

“That’s alright,” he answered, “I haven’t been home long myself.”

“I’ll just go and change and freshen up,” she said, then went upstairs.

Going from her bedroom to the en-suite bathroom, she undressed and put her clothes into the wash basket before cleaning and drying her groin, then brushing her teeth. She went back into the bedroom and found a T-shirt, some clean panties and jeans, then got dressed before going back downstairs.

“Did you have a good time?” her husband asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied, “I got to know my colleagues better.”

“Well, that’s good,” Tom said, then returned to his newspaper.

Janice went into the kitchen and prepared dinner. After they’d eaten, they returned to the living room, where Tom sat down and once more picked up his paper.

Janice sat down on the couch next to him, but her mind was full of Jack, the soft texture of his lips, the taste of his tongue, the touch of his large hands, the sound of his voice and, most of all, his genitals. His beautiful penis, so large and so hard with its mobile foreskin, complemented by his large, hairy testicles encased in their wrinkled sac.

She turned to her husband and looked at him. He was very different to Jack. He had softer features, was smaller in frame and had a  middle-aged paunch. He was also sexually reserved. Foreplay was limited, and their lovemaking was conventional, using either the missionary position or spooning from behind, and being very gentle and climaxing fairly quickly.

That said, she still enjoyed it and was able to orgasm, but recently sex had become less frequent, perhaps a few times a month, leaving her frustrated. Still, he was a good man and treated her well, providing for her and looking after her, as well as being a good father.

Tom must have felt her eyes on him, because he looked up from his paper.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes. Just thinking how much I loved you,” she said, not entirely truthfully.

“And I you,” he replied.

She put a hand behind his head and fondled his neck.

“Will you make love to me tonight?”

“Tonight? Are you sure? We made love a few days ago.”

“I know, but I’d really like you to make love to me.”

“Of course I will, as soon as we go to bed.”

Janice closed her eyes, imagining what Jack would have done if she’d suggested that. His hands would have been all over her, his tongue in her mouth, his penis rampant. But he wasn’t here, and she would wait.

Eventually, she and Tom went upstairs and got ready for bed, washing and changing before climbing in and turning out the lights. He wore pyjamas while she wore a nightie.

Their lovemaking followed its usual pattern. Janice lay on her back, waiting for Tom to start. He kissed her for a few minutes, following which they touched each other’s genitals for a while before he took off his pyjama pants and kneeled between her legs, lined up his cock to enter her, then, supporting himself on his hands, began thrusting.

This time, however, it was different for Janice. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Jack above her, his muscular body dominating her, his green eyes gazing into her soul, his thick cock filling her vagina, his purple glans dripping precum deep inside her.

She held her husband’s buttocks as he thrust in her, moving her hips against his and trying to get him deeper inside. ‘God, I wish it were Jack,’ she thought as she remembered his huge cock. That memory triggered a flutter in her belly and a rush inside her vagina.

“Aaaah,” she sighed.

Tom started to move faster, thrusting harder. She recognised that he was about to cum and moved her hips in little circles until suddenly he grunted and his cock jerked three or four times, after which he stopped moving and lowered himself down on her.

Janice put her arms around his back and held him tight. She was pleased that he had cum, but disappointed that she had not. She would have to masturbate once he’d fallen asleep.

“Did you cum?” he asked.

“Yes,” she lied.

“I love you,” he said and kissed her.

“I love you too.”

He rolled off her to the side and was soon asleep.  Janice lay silent for a while, then slid her hand between her legs and started to rub herself between her labia, her fingers exploring inside her wet slit.

As she did so, she pictured Jack’s huge, uncircumcised cock, wondering how it would feel as it nudged the entrance to her vagina.

Her fingers were now on her clitoris, first pinching the shaft gently, then rubbing over the tip as her sensitive nub emerged from the folds of skin surrounding it.

She was now holding her breath as she rubbed more rapidly and lifted her buttocks off the bed, her hips thrusting back and forth. Her movements became more pronounced and rapid until suddenly she gave a little cry as the floodgates burst and a wave of pleasure spread through her groin, radiating out to the rest of her body.

She stopped rubbing herself and let her hips sink down as she luxuriated in her release, her breathing slowly returning to normal.  After a few minutes, she withdrew her fingers and drifted to sleep.

The next day, Janice felt apprehensive as she entered the building where she worked. Her relationship with Jack had changed, and she didn’t know how he would handle it.

She needn’t have worried. He carried on as if nothing had happened, visiting her at her desk and being as charming and pleasant as usual.

She wondered whether he would ask her out for a drink again, but he didn’t. He knew he’d aroused something in her, and wanted it to become consuming before he made his next move. So, for the next few days, he did nothing.

Janice, wanting to explore her feelings for him, started to become frustrated. Then she remembered she had asked him to dinner, so the next time he came to her desk, she reminded him and asked when would be convenient.

“I thought you’d forgotten,” he said with a laugh.

“To be honest, I had. Does that make me a bad person?”

“Absolutely not. I’d love to come next week.”

“Would you like to bring someone?”

“Ah, no,” he replied, laughing, “one woman is enough for me to cope with.”

“Cheeky man,” she said, punching him on the arm playfully.

“Always,” he replied. “Why don’t you talk with your husband, then tell me when I’m invited?”

“I will. I’ll let you know later on.”

Jack left with a smile. He knew that she wanted to carry on where they had left off the other evening, and that this was an excuse. He was sure that she’d come round to his office at the end of the day to confirm the dinner.

He was right.  It was after six when she came to his office. Most people had left, and those remaining would leave within the next half hour.

“Tom says we should make it on Friday night. Is that OK.?”

“That’s perfect. Thank you very much.”

“You’re still working. Can I get you a coffee?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

Janice left, returning after a few minutes with the coffees and put them on his desk before sitting down, facing him. Jack carried on working.

She looked at him as he sat typing into his computer, wondering how she could start the conversation she wanted to have. Luckily for her, he made it easy.

“So, Janice, what did you really want to talk about? Was it what happened the other night?”

“Oh, God,” she replied, “am I so transparent? Yes, I need to talk about it and what happened afterwards.”

“Afterwards? Did something happen at home?”

“In a way, yes, and I feel so guilty about it. When I got home, I was very aroused and asked my husband to make love to me, but when he did, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“That’s just fantasising. Nothing wrong with it. We didn’t do anything.”

“I know, but I want to do something, and that’s wrong. I’m his wife, and I promised to be faithful to him.”

Jack smiled inwardly. Another barrier crossed. She could be his tonight if he wanted, but that wasn’t his plan. He wanted her husband to watch when he fucked her for the first time, to see his wife give her body to another man, to watch that man’s cock slide into the pussy that had previously only known his cock, to invade his domain.

“Well, I told you I respect your marriage, and I certainly don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He got up from his chair and walked around to her side.

“Would you like a hug?” he asked, holding out his hand.

She nodded and, taking his hand, stood up, then wrapped her arms around him. He did the same, holding her tight to him. After a few minutes, she looked up at him.

“I want you.”

He stood back and looked at her, then locked the office door before returning to reach out to slip her jacket off her shoulders and place it on the chair. He undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped that off too, before stepping behind her and undoing her bra and removing it.

“My god, your breasts are magnificent,” he said, as he reached around her and cupped them in his hands.

Janice sighed and pushed back against him, rubbing her buttocks against his growing erection. Jack ran his fingers over the dark skin of her areolae, feeling them pucker with arousal, before rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as they grew larger and harder.

He let go and turned her around to face him, then pulled her back towards the chair and sat down, his face level with her chest. He leaned forward and licked her right breast, his tongue encircling her nipple and licking it, before sucking it, and her areola, into his mouth, his teeth gently grating the turgid flesh.

“Oh, Jack,” she murmured as her hands tousled his hair, her pussy moistening.

Jack nibbled, sucked, licked, and stimulated her breast for several minutes, listening to her sounds of pleasure, before moving to do the same to her other breast.

Janice was lost in a world of pleasure. Her husband never did this to her, although he did admire her breasts, telling her how firm and large they were. This was exquisite. Her skin was on fire, and frissons of pleasure were running through her groin, making her hips jerk.

Jack carried on a while longer, then drew back and looked at her as he undid his belt and, unzipping his trousers, pulled them and his jockeys down to his knees. His cock sprang out, huge and dripping.
Janice drew in her breath. It was even bigger than she remembered, with a rich pattern of veins standing out from his shaft. She took it in her hand, feeling its hardness.

“Beautiful,” she said, running her hand around it, then fondling his balls.

“You like my cock, don’t you?”

“You mean a penis.”

“No, I mean a cock. A man’s cock. Penis is for boys.”

“And what do you call what I’ve got?”

“A cunt. A beautiful, fantastic, feminine home for a man’s cock. A place of unbelievable pleasure.”

“Oh, you’re so basic.”

“Get undressed. I want to see your cunt.”

Janice stared at him, then did as he said, removing her clothes and standing naked in front of him.

“You are stunning. Very, very sexy.”

He stood up, his cock jutting out. She reached forward and held it, before putting her hand under his balls and cradling them in her palm. They felt heavy.

“Please make love to me.”

“You know I can’t. I can only do that if your husband knows.”

“But….”

“No buts. Now sit down on the chair.”

Janice did as she was told, but with a heavy heart. She desperately wanted this man.

Jack knelt down in front of her, pushed her legs apart and pulled her forward, lifting them up so that the back of her knees rested on his shoulders. Her buttocks were at the edge of the chair, and her pussy was exposed.

He leaned forward and put his mouth over her slit, his tongue flicking over her labia.

“Oh dear,” she moaned, “oh, my God.”

He licked up and down her slit, then sucked in her labia, one at a time, tickling them with his tongue.

She writhed with pleasure, her hands gripping the arms of the chair. Juices flowed out of her slit, wetting his chin.

He sucked and nibbled, pulling at her flesh, occasionally flicking his tongue over her gradually thickening clitoris, eliciting cries of pleasure.

She moved her hands to hold his head, holding it down.

After a while, he put his lips over her clitoris and sucked at it, his tongue tickling the little nub that had emerged from the folds surrounding her shaft. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into her vaginal opening and tickled the sensitive walls just inside.

“Oh God, Jack,” she cried, her hips jerking, juices now streaming out of her pussy and wetting his hand.

He pushed his fingers deeper inside, rubbing her G-spot at the top of her vaginal wall, when suddenly she stiffened.

“Aaaargh,“ she cried as a jet of liquid spurted out of her pussy, then “uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Jack kept sucking and tickling until she stopped groaning and her body relaxed, after which he withdrew his fingers and lifted his head.

Her cunt was covered with his saliva and her creamy juices. Her labia were protruding and ragged. Her clitoris looked enormous, its nub still exposed. Liquid was running down her crack and wetting the seat of the chair.

“You seemed to like that,” he said.

She didn’t answer immediately, instead just looked at him adoringly for a long time before replying.

“I’ve never had anything like that before.”

“What? You mean your husband has never licked your cunt?”

“No, never.”

“More fool him,” he replied, standing up.

Janice looked at his genitals, now level with her face. Jack saw the look on her face, a look of lust.

“Lick it,” he said.

“What?”

“Lick it. Taste it. Suck it. Take it in your mouth.”

“But…”

“Do it. You’ll like it.”

Janice pulled back his foreskin, leaned down and touched the tip of her tongue onto his glans. The taut skin was wet with his precum and felt soft and slippery. It had a bland taste.

She licked around his glans, then slipped her lips around the tip and sucked.

Jack gave a little push with his hips so that it slid a little further into her as she stretched her mouth to accommodate his size.

He was right. She did like it. His cock was warm and alive. It tasted good.

She tried running her tongue around it, probing the shape of his glans, and was delighted when she felt it jerk as he grunted with pleasure. After a while, she drew back.

“Am I doing alright?” she asked, “I’ve never done this before.”

“You’re a natural,” he replied, “better than alright. I can’t believe you’ve never sucked a cock before.”

She leaned forward and took him in her mouth again, sucking him in deeper than before, slurping around the fat shaft.

Jack looked down at her, seeing her full lips encircling the top of his shaft.  Her eyes flicked upwards.

“That looks so sexy,” he said.

“Mmmff,” she replied, unable to talk with her mouth full of his cock.

“Breathe through your nose,” he said and pushed his hips forward.

Janice gagged as more of his cock entered her mouth, saliva oozing out of her mouth and dripping down her chin. Jack pulled back. She would have to learn how to take more.

Janice experimented with her tongue, licking around his head, over the top, underneath on his frenulum, and probing his slit. She pulled back the skin on his shaft to fully unsheathe his glans and ran her tongue around his corona, swallowing every now and then as his precum dribbled to the back of her throat.

Jack reached down to take her other hand and put it on his balls. She fondled his large testicles, moving them around in his hairy sac, and felt a frisson of excitement surge through her groin as she thought of the millions of sperm inside them.

“I’m going to cum soon,” he growled.

She pulled back from sucking him and looked up at his face. He grasped his cock and started jerking it. She watched, fascinated, as she saw it grow even larger and the head turn a darker purple when suddenly he stopped, and a stream of semen shot out of his slit and arched over her head and hit the back of the chair, before falling down onto her hair. Almost immediately, another stream shot out and hit her in the face, then a third went into her open mouth. Several more spurts hit her, on her neck, her breasts, her stomach. She’d never seen so much semen.

She blinked to clear her eyes as she swallowed several times, trying to rid her mouth of the thick, slimy stuff. The taste wasn’t bad, but it seemed to burn the back of her throat as it went down.
Jack looked at her and smiled. She was covered in his cum.

“You look a mess,” he said, laughing.

“Thank you very much,” she replied, “but it’s your mess. And you got it in my hair. I’ll have to wash it before my husband sees me.”

“You could always leave it and tell him what happened.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“Some men like to imagine their wives with other men.”

“I don’t think Tom is one of those.”

“You never know. Maybe he’d like to watch my cock parting your labia and sliding into your cunt.”

Janice felt a tremor ripple through her groin as he said that. In her mind, she saw his naked body towering over her, his cock in her vagina spewing sperm deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles clenched at the thought.

“I don’t think there’s any chance of that,” she said.

“Very well. I suppose we’d better clean up and get dressed,” he said.

He went round to the back of his desk, his still-erect cock bobbing, and returned with a roll of kitchen paper, which he gave to her.

Janice mopped up the semen from her body and wiped her hair before finding her clothes and getting dressed. Jack simply got dressed, tucking his dripping cock into his jockeys.

“Can I walk you to your car?” he asked.

“That would be nice.”

They left the building and walked to the car park. Janice unlocked the door and turned to kiss him. They kissed passionately for several minutes, then separated. She got into her car and drove off.

Jack went back to the office to tidy it up, then left for his apartment, which was only a few minutes’ walk away. As he walked home, he thought about what had happened.

All of her defences had now gone. He decided that he would fuck her the night he went to her house for dinner, regardless of her husband. It would either be in secret or not. That would depend on what happened during the dinner, but, by the end of the night, her cunt would be his, and he would fill it with his fertile cum.