It was the Christmas party at the office. I had just gotten off the phone with my wife who had told me she was taking the kids to her parents for Christmas early and they’d be back around New Year's.
Things had been rocky since she ended her affair with her coworker (The principal at the school she taught at). When she was having an affair, she was happier. Nicer. I didn’t do that for her anymore.
When the relationship started, she encouraged me to find someone. We agreed to stay married for the kids even though I thought it was toxic. I never thought of myself as a bad husband, even though she sometimes made me feel that way.
A knock on my office door woke me from my haze.
It was Layla, my assistant. She wore a black skirt, a green blouse and, as always, heels. She had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and perfect lips...
Not that I noticed. She was almost half my age but fuck, she was beautiful.
I smiled at her. Not knowing why, she just always brought it out of me, “Miss. Layla,” I said cheekily, “why aren’t you at the party?”
She sat in the chair across from me, “I noticed you were gone and thought I’d make sure you were okay,” she crossed her legs so her skirt came up, “how’s Kristin?”
I'd told her about my wife in a moment of venting but I trusted her enough not to tell anyone. I looked at her, almost longingly, but caught myself. We made small talk and I poured us drinks from my office stash (don’t judge me, my job gets depressing).
She giggled and blushed I noticed it more and more. God, I wonder what she moans like... I thought to myself and bit my lip.
She noticed and smirked. I wondered what it’d be like to fuck her. I wondered if she would be loud... if she bites... I wondered if she’s one of those pretty faces that lays on her back all night. I’ve fantasized about her multiple times.
“... Scott,” I snapped back at the sound of her voice, “do you need something?”
I laughed softly, “I’m just in my own thoughts Layla. Nothing you can do.”
She sat back in her chair, “are you sure...?” she unbuttoned her blouse at the top just a little, “are you absolutely sure?”
This couldn’t be happening... she’s.... half my age but she was coming on to me. I glanced at her glass and mine and without thinking, I said, “are you drunk, Layla?”
I saw the embarrassment come over her as she sat up. Her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. I misread this.” She stood quickly and went to the door but I managed to get there before her, blocking her path.
“Lay please,” I mumbled quietly looking down at her as I slowly shut the door behind me, “don’t go.”
She looked up at me and stepped closer, sliding her hand up my tie, “no one should be alone for Christmas, Scott.”
I gently put my hand to her face, tracing her soft lips with my thumb, “you know what you’re getting into with this...” I had to ask, knowing I couldn’t just have her once or twice.
I felt her hands shake as she pulled my tie to her body and gently pressed her lips to mine. It was like all the hesitation left our bodies in that moment. I held her face to me and used my other hand to pull her to me tightly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and bit my lip before using her tongue to tease mine.
I pushed her back into the wall, moving my mouth from hers to her neck, kissing and biting her softly. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off revealing her beautiful chest.
She came close and undid my belt and pants, “tell me what you want?” she purred at me, one hand sliding down my abdomen.
“You,” I said voice shaking, "I’ve never wanted someone so bad in my entire life. All of you.”
She smirked, and pushed her soft hand onto my already semi-hard shaft. “Sit,” she hissed.
I went and quickly sat in my chair, pants sagging past my ass. I watched her pull her hair back into a hair tie and smirk at me. She put her hands on both sides of my chair and leaned in so her face was inches from mine.
