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My attempt at keeping the fire going
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My attempt at keeping the fire going More wedding ramblings. Forgive me, but this is what's occupying my time of late. Ok. Let's pick something less boring then. The bachelorette/bachelor party. I've never even given it the slightest thought but I met up with a few friends who are helping out and it came up. We were talking about it and one of my best friend suggested we clear out a day when we're in Bali, book another room for ourselves and do the whole, dance/drinks/food/fuck thing. She DID have a good point to support the idea - that more than handful of my friends attending the wedding are ones that I'm already fucking on an..annual basis. Some more. I don't know. I think the husband to be is having one. So I might too. Now that's a strange-isa thought. Having people at your wedding that you are already fucking on a regular basis  Anyhow. Two recent stories regarding the husband to be. Again, I was talking to some friends of mine (who have been married for awhile now) and it got round to the topic of sex. As all things do. They were telling me about how it doesn't happen as often after marriage, or that it takes a little more effort. So this chain of thoughts was playing around in my head the whole time. Sometime last week, I went to the office, or rather, his office to look for him. I had already planned to do so but let him think that it was an impromptu thing, where I was out running errands and just so happened to be near his office. I texted him, suggesting we'd get dinner after and he told agreed. I got there past 7pm and it was already mostly empty, and when I got to his office, he was on the phone, having a conference call. I motioned to close his office door but he signalled me not to. Ok. I pull the chair in front of his desk back so he could see me legs, sat down and spread my legs showing him I wasn't wearing anything under my dress. He eyes glared, shook his head and smiled, and motioned to me, "10 minutes". Ok. More than enough time. I took out my phone, found some erotica and made myself comfortable. As I read, I slid forward on my chair and started touching myself. It was more for show but I was getting excited on that too  He put his finger on his lips, telling me to be quiet, then put his call on speaker and ran over to close his office door. He was a step away from coming over when I got up, pushed him back to his chair, and started undoing the buttons of his short, then his belt, and his pants. He picked up the receiver of his phone and went back to his call while I dug into my bag and whipped out some wet wipes to clean his dick (I DID prepare...and yeah, I just had to ) The cold kinda made him jump a little but I got him hard again in no time and went to work. I even tied up my hair. LOL I started on the tip of his dick, then worked my way down his shaft, and was going deep, and slow while playing with his balls. The minute his call ended and he hung up, he grabbed the back of my head, holding it there and started throat fucking me. I was gagging and slobbering all over his pants so I stood up, pulled his pants down to his ankles, hiked my dress up and straddled him. I was riding him nice and slow when he started squeezing my ass and increased his pace. I told him not to cum yet, and he smiled, lifted me off and bent me over his desk. That would have been enjoyable except that he couldn't thrust hard cos that would have made it...a little noisy. And there were still a handful of people outside. I pushed him back onto his chair, took out a tube or lube from my bag (told ya I was prepared ) and lubed up my ass. All the time, we kept whispering to each other to keep it down. He adjusted himself, and I positioned myself over him, facing away from him, and sat myself down slowly. It took awhile, and I had allowed myself to be relaxed enough and literally, right at the moment I had slid his dick in my ass, there were two knocks on his door, then the door swung open.We both fucking panicked (pardon the pun). I got up, trying not to fall over. He called out, also trying not to fall over. We both see the head of his friend (and my ex colleague, no less. I used to work in the same office) look in, and he went "whoa!" then, dart back out, closing the door. LOL We did our best to get dressed. The front of his pants was wet, his shirt crumpled, and the back of my dress was wet and stained from the lube and whatever we both made. I had straightened myself enough to take my seat on the opposite side of his desk and he went to the door, with his friend still outside. He kept apologising, and so did we. He couldn't stop laughing, and neither did we It was a work related query but I never heard any of that. We did managed to finish up when we got home. The husband to be keeps telling me he's getting teased to bits. And I guess I'm glad I'm not working there anymore Yeah...so that was my attempt to keep the fire burning We got burned alright. Dang. I have to run. There was something else I had wanted to write about but I guess that will have to wait. Tio next time. Thanks for reading. |
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