I went to visit Shane at work. He asked me to see him. He wa..

I went to visit Shane at work. He asked me to see him. He wanted to talk to me about something. I went just so I could walk through the building, past where my husband works, who sadly wasn't there, and straight into his boss's office. I love the mental thrill I get from doing that. Everyone who did see me knew I was there to take Shane's sperm in one hole or another in my body. I fully expected to do just that.

But Shane wanted to talk, and I figured it'd be some invite to an event, maybe a quick fuck after. I was ready to say yes and drop to my knees, worship his dick while I looked up at him, and then let him breed me until I was dripping him out of me. I'm addicted to him—his presence, his dick, the way he parades me like a prize, making my clit so hard it hurts. But he didn't ask for a date or anything like that. He asked if I'd move in with him part-time—Friday through Sunday, maybe Monday. My pussy didn't just get wet; it fucking gushed, girl jizz soaking me as my mind blanked. I couldn't answer him as my pussy had taken over at just the thought of moving in with a man half my age, owning me in ways my husband never thought would be possible.

Shane mistook my silence for hesitation, thinking he'd overstepped. If he'd lightly touched my clit right then, I'd have exploded, cumming so hard I'd forget my name. I finally got a "yes" out and promptly slid under his desk, unzipping him as he sat in his office chair. I told him no fucking until tomorrow night when I officially move in for the weekend. He agreed and was happy letting me worship his cock. For 20 minutes, I worked his dick, sucking, licking, deep-throating, rolling his balls in my mouth, loving their heavy, squishy feel. I felt one try to pull up as he got close to cumming, but I sucked harder, pinning it in place. Then his dick jerked, and a thick, hot rope of cum splattered my forehead, followed by five more, coating my face and hair in a glorious, sticky mess.

No, I didn't leave his office doing the cum walk of shame. I cleaned up. Mostly by scooping what I could into my mouth and eating it and getting the rest with of all things, a shop towel. I did leave his office with cummy strings of hair, nothing I could do to fix that, and yes, I noticed people looking at me as I left. I so wish Scott would have been there. Oh well, doesn't matter. My husband will be shopping for me later tonight, preparing me for what I need when I move in with Shane part-time. Fuck I'm horny, wondering what will be going through Scott's mind as he buys me things to move in with Shane. I hope he pops a shame boner while he's doing it. Thinking about that is making me massively horny. The wait for Shane to slip his dick in me in my new part-time home and make me cum so hard I'll forget where I'm even at is going to be so worth it!