The Talk

While today was typical as far as us working late, her behavior over the past weeks was a little off. She was a little more moody than normal. She was real short with the office assistants, and even barked at me a few times. Didn’t bother me though. I usually give her the old cat claws and hiss and she’ll laugh and apologize, and all is good. But this week there was no laugh. Not even a smile. My girlfriend gets like this from time to time when there’s a little too much on her plate and the stress mounts. At home it’s an easy fix. As soon as I notice it I grab her, lay her across the nearest horizontal surface and fuck her until we both pass out from exhaustion. Of course this situation is different. As much as I would LOVE to fuck Valerie across every surface in our shared office, her husband wouldn’t appreciate it one bit. So, with that small obstacle in the way of what I really wanted to do, I did the next best thing. I reached in my desk, grabbed the bottle brandy and two glasses I kept there, and poured us both a drink.

As I handed her the glass I said, “Val, tell me what’s on your mind.” She looked shocked and asked “What makes you think something is wrong?” I didn’t responded, I just kept the glass extended to her with look that screamed “Seriously??” She reluctantly took the glass, sat down on the sofa in our office, and began to tell me her story. There was nothing overly unusual about the story. In fact, it’s a common story in every marriage. Things have become a little stale. Stagnant. It happens all the time. Most couples solve this problem by having a baby, or taking a romantic cruise. Others buy toys, lingerie, or porn to spark things. My solution is much cheaper. In fact there is a very popular saying about it. TALK IS CHEAP!!!! “Have you talked to him about it?” I asked. “Yes. But we both just say whatever we think sounds right at the time.” she said. “We talk of trips, and more intimacy, but it never happens.” she continued.

“Have you ever thought about telling him what you want?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Exactly what I said. Tell him what you want.” I replied. “Or, if you really want to blow his mind, tell him what’s going to happen.” I said.

“I don’t think I understand.” she said.

“Let me give you an example. Just go with it, and trust me.” I said.

“Ok.” she said.

“I want you to take off your panties…..” I started.

“WHAT??!!!” she said.

“We just agreed that you would trust me. Now do as I ask, and don’t interrupt. Just go with it.” I replied. She slowly stood and slid the thong panties she was wearing down to her ankles an stepped out of them. “Now, sit back down on the couch. Position yourself where you can see me.” I said. She complied. “Now close your eyes and concentrate on everything I say.” I said.

At this point I began to describe everything I wanted to do to her. I started with her shoulders, massaging them gently. The warmness of my hands and the soft touch I was applying are beginning to relax her. Next I nuzzled her neck with my nose and mouth, breathing softly on her skin. She smelled wonderful as usual and I could tell that she liked the fact that I told her about the whiffs of perfume I steal from her occasionally. Her breathing is slowing. Getting heavy. When I took her left lobe in my mouth, she let out a soft gasp that was followed by a moan. At the same time I am opening her blouse one button at a time. Her breathing is deep and fast. After the last button is undone, I untuck her blouse, but do not open it. My mouth has moved from her ear lobe to her neck and I am now kissing and sucking her neck. She is letting out soft moans. After an exetremly deep moan she turns towards me and we lock in a deep kiss. As I began to suck on her lips, I can tell she likes it because she grasps the back of my head to give a deeper kiss. When the kiss is broken she looks into my eyes. There is no remorse. No regret. Just pure passion. I knew she wanted me. And I wanted her even more. .

I position myself between her legs. Slowly slide her skirt up. I slowly move my face between her legs, all the while staring at her intensely. She stares back and licks her lips. As my tongue makes contact with her other lips, she let’s out a low moan. When my tongue splits her lips and finds her clit she let’s me know immediately that she likes it. “Mmmm, SHIT!!!! Yes!!!!” she says as she moans. I start a slow sliding of my tongue up and down on her throbbing clit. Her right hand is lightly grasping the back of my head. I make my strokes deeper. More intense. Finally I begin to suck and lick her clit at the same time. She is loving it. Her moans are now deeper. Louder. She is grabbing my head harder. Her hips are moving with my tongue strokes. She is moving as if she is about to explode in my mouth. I reach up inside her blouse, underneath her bra. As I begin to squeezed and play with her nipples, she puts a death grip on the back of my head. She lets out an extremely loud moan as she begins to cum in my mouth. She is a squirter, and I can tell it’s been a while since she last did because there was a lot. It runs down my mouth and chin. I let her see me lick what I wipe off my face with my fingers. I clean her thighs with my mouth. Letting out moans of my own as if I had just been served a meal at the finest resaurant in town. She is delicious. Finger licking good………LITERALLY.

At this point I am speechless. I stopped mid sentence and just stared in amazement. I was truly stunned. About 3 minutes into my talk with her, she had slid her hand down her skirt. As I spoke of speeding up my tongue stroke, she rubbed her clit faster and faster until she had cum all over her hand and the floor in our office. When she opened her eyes, at first there was disappointment that I was still across the room staring at her. Next came embarrassment as she realized that I hadn’t touched her. She had just unconsciously pleasured herself in front of me, and it all started when I stole another whiff of her perfume………….IN HER IMAGINATION.

That was 3 months ago. Nothing physical has happened between us. Her life at home appears to have gotten better. I’ve tried to move on, but think about it all the time. I tell myself “That’s forbidden fruit!! Don’t touch!!” But I have to admit, if “Eve” offers this “Adam” a bite of THAT apple I will devour it!!!

It’s Friday again. Almost time to go. I had just shut down my computer when Valerie called me.

“Come here for a second and take a look at this before I close it out.” she said.

As I leaned over her right shoulder from behind her, I stole a whiff of her perfume. She smelled absolutely delicious as usual. However, this time she could hear the slight sniff from me. As I crossed her shoulder to look at her screen she grabbed the back of my head with her right hand, turned and slid her tongue in my mouth. I don’t remember how long the kiss lasted. What I do remember is what she said next. “GO LOCK THE DOOR!!!”