I’m not the kind to mix business with pleasure. It’s definitely not a good thing for anybody to do. Sure we all have our racy office fantasies about a coworker or somebody we work with. I just couldn’t believe I got to live mine out. Let alone in a way I never thought possible.

I have to do site visits now and then with my current line of work. She was the main point of contact. To put her looks in perspective she a less voluptuous version of Christina Hendricks from Mad Men. Still just as ginger, probably the same age or maturer, with slightly smaller tits. Her hourglass figure alone was seductive enough without needing help.

The first time I had to do a site visit was one I would never remember. When we first shook hands she was taken aback a little. Her eyes sparkled in a way I had seen before with women that had an admiration towards me. I asked her to show me to where everything that I needed was. She didn’t trip up over her words, but I could tell her nerves took over a bit. She quickly spat out to follow her to a room where everything was. I accomplished a lot but couldn’t finish everything that day, needing another visit. I told her I would be back the next day.

Her look was a lot different from the day before when I came back. This time in a seductive tight fitting low cut top that gave her luscious breasts and curves the admiration that they deserved. Also, she had a very seductive perfume that caught my senses instantly. I must’ve been a lot more alluring this time around, even being in a basic polo and slacks, as her eyes met mine and we shook hands, she let out one of the least subtle lip bites I have yet to see directed my way. Being younger I couldn’t help but admire it but I am a professional. While there I had noticed some things that seemed off and needed further proof. After asking a few more times for things she started to get annoyed, even at one point unintentionally throwing it at me.

“I apologize if I’m being a pain here. I try my best not to be.” I said, trying to calm her down and make her laugh a little.

“Oh, it’s not you, not you at all. I didn’t mean to be mean there. Just things that I shouldn’t talk about are bothering me.” She replied hastily.

“I’m willing to listen to you if you want. I won’t tell anyone”

“No…no, I can’t,” she sharply replied while running off.

Once again I couldn’t finish everything up and told her I had to come back, but it wouldn’t be until next week. When I came back the next week, there she was in another sensuous top, the sparkle in her eyes even more scintillating, and not even being shy about the lip bites. Once again she was being frustrated as ever bringing anything I asked for. I inquired once again if she wanted to talk.

“Are you going to hold this against me what I’m about to say?” I replied no.

“You’re the best looking man I’ve seen in a while, my husband doesn’t pay much attention to me, and it just frustrates me. I just deserve better!”

At that point, I was blown away and speechless. I wanted to reply but I know that there is a thin line that has to be walked with caution, particularly in a business relationship. I hadn’t heard a compliment like that in ages, let alone from someone as gorgeous as she was. She had a look like she wanted me to say something more. The tension filled in the air with the dead silence. Still, at a loss of words that someone would open up about that to me so easily in this environment; all I could say came out like I had never been flirted with in my life, let alone it felt like I didn’t appreciate it.

“That’s just…terrible. You’re definitely too smart and good looking for that.”

Never in my life had I felt so awkward. At this point, I was just waiting for her to freak out and I would have to start job hunting. She still didn’t. She had a look of bewilderment and shock like she hadn’t heard that in ages from anybody.

“Would you like to have a drink after work sometime?” She asked.

Now I’m wondering if I’m dreaming at this point. I’m also wondering if this is a trap. Hesitantly I agreed.

“Tomorrow at 5:30” she replied, naming the location.

Tomorrow came, I rushed to get there before she did so I could get a table secluded enough. This bar was popular in the area for Happy Hour every day with business types. As I expected: she wore a similar outfit as I had seen before. This time, compared to previously, she wasn’t shy about making sure I could smell her perfume with an extra spritz or 2. It was distracting but I didn’t mind because she was that alluring. She vented her frustrations further and the laundry list of them went for miles. Eventually, she confessed that she was wondering if it was her. I told her that I disagreed, complimented her on her brains, beauty, and blamed her husband on it.

“If only there was a way I could spice up our marriage” She lamented.

I bit my tongue hard knowing my sharp wit was aching to cause trouble here. By the time I had bitten hard enough it was too late.

“What if I had a proposition for you?” I let slip out. She was taken aback but had an intrigued look to what I had just said.

“Go on,” she struggled to say.

“How comfortable are you with living a little darker than usual?” I inquired.

“Somewhat,” she hesitantly replied.

“Meet me back here. This Saturday at six. Bring him along and both of you dress up. Suit and Tie for him. Black dress for you”. I paid off the drinks and left, expecting them to be here this weekend.

Knowing that it would be better to play this out in a neutral venue, I booked a hotel room at an upscale chain close to the bar. Beforehand I set up the room for the fun I had in mind. I then changed into my own suit and tie so that I would be properly dressed for the occasion.

I got a better table this time that was easy to have an intimate conversation without eavesdroppers. They showed up, dressed exactly the way I requested. She looked as sexy as I thought she would. He was just as I expected. Beyond middle-aged. Whatever he did for work aged him hard. As soon as they sat down all I was wondering was how is he going to react to somebody like me talking to his wife like I had been. I knew from looking at him he had at minimum 20 years on me. I didn’t expect him to admit defeat right away and be a willing participant.

“What can you do to help?” He asked. With a little hesitation, I pulled out a piece of paper with two different colored pens.

“I’m going to leave this paper here and excuse myself for a few minutes. I’m going to want you both to check off what you’re okay with this evening. Then we will discuss further.”

On that paper there were 5 bullet points, with individual boxes for them to check off.

Are you okay with her having sex with me while you watch?

Are you okay with me lightly dominating her?

Are you okay with her calling me sir?

Are you okay with me kissing her?

Are you okay with not intervening unless she says her safe word?

Also on that sheet was a list of the more common BDSM activities on the lighter side of the scale along with other non-BDSM sex acts. At the bottom was a prompt for her safe word along with my telephone number, requesting to text me when they were complete. A few minutes went by and I received a text from her. I came back to review their responses. Surprisingly, they both agreed to everything and agreed to almost every single activity. As we finished our drinks and made small talk, I asked if there were any questions. They both said no. I offered them one last chance to back out, they agreed to go forward.

“As of right now, my name is sir, and we have begun,” I told both of them.

I called the Uber to pick us up. As the car pulled forward they both motioned towards the back, I commanded to him “No, you go to the front, I’ll be in the back with her.” The ride was short but full of tension. They both were wondering when it was going to start getting serious. We eventually reached the hotel. He tried to hold her hand and I told them both “Not until we’re done”. Into the elevator we went.

“Follow me…” I requested of them as the elevator reached our floor. I led them into a room with a bed already adorned with wrist and ankle restraints, a riding crop, a feather, and a collar.

“So now what, sir?” She asked.

“Take off your tie and blindfold her with it,” I commanded to him. He did, somewhat reluctantly. I then motioned towards the chair that was angled properly towards the bed.

“You will sit there and watch every single minute of what is about to happen. You will not touch yourself nor will you will make a sound while this is going on. Is that understood?” A soft yes came out from him.

Once he took his seat, I found the zipper on the back of her dress. I unzipped it and allowed the dress to fall to the ground. Instantly I got a view of her luscious ass accentuated by a lace matching thong and bra.

“Put your wrists behind your back” I commanded her.

Slowly she did. I undid my tie and firmly cuffed her wrists together. She lightly shook as the constraints hit her but she didn’t let out a peep.

Without hesitation I pulled her sharply in so I could kiss up her spine towards her neck while I unhooked her bra. She let out a gasp and instantly cocked her head back. Once her luscious tits were free I grabbed both briskly. She jumped a bit and gasped like she hadn’t been touched like that in ages. I pulled her in closer so her mostly bare ass was in my midsection. I went right for her exposed neck and kissed and lightly sucked on it. Her gasps turned into soft moans while her body spasmed with every touch of her neck from my lips and the intensity of the fondling. She could feel my cock starting to bulge out of my slacks. With her hands behind her back, she tried to cop a feel on that bulge with her hands.

I grabbed her throat lightly and grabbed her hands before she got too far. “I didn’t say you could touch anything yet, did I?” I growled into her ear.

“No sir…” she lightly purred back at me. A sharp chill shot up my spine. I looked over at him. That bothered him greatly to hear his wife say that and I loved every bit of the envious energy he was directing towards me. He was being a good cuckold too. I thought that was going to make him break.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down her lace thong to her feet. I was greeted with a freshly waxed pussy that glistened with the light. Along with that, she had already become moist and a little bit had already begun to slowly drip down her legs. I looked up. I could feel her agony picking up, she let out again one of her trademark lip bites. I couldn’t resist avoiding the taste of her further. I went up to kiss her moist awaiting lips. A sharp muffled moan was let out by her. Eventually, our tongues danced together as the kisses got deeper. After giving her what she probably had craved most, I turned up the heat.

“Bend over on the bed” I commanded. Once again she sent chills thru my body with a seductive “Yes sir” reply.

Before I had left to meet them for drinks, I had filled the ice bucket. With her in the position, I grabbed a few cubes and traced them down her spine and drew circles on the small of her back. Her moans intensified and rose in volume as every chill rushed through her body. I grabbed the riding crop. I did the same thing as I had done with the ice cubes. Unlike the ice, the quivers her body did were much different. She knew what it was and her excitement was intense. Once I reached her ass I gave her a light lash to see how she would react. She let out a light scream. I then went to the side of her so I could see it again as I gave her a lash. She jumped again but I could see her glowing smile that she loved it. I tilted her chin towards me and asked if she liked that.

“Yes, sir…” even more seductive than last time purred from her lips. I gave her a couple more to please her further. I wanted more. I removed my tie from her wrists. She tried to reach to touch me, I lightly whispered no.

“Lay down face up on the bed”. She slowly did. At that point, I put on the wrist and ankle restraints. Her agony face was even more sensuous than ever. I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips trembled as they met mine. There was a different passion to her kiss than earlier. From there I slowly kissed down the middle of her sensuous body, stopping by her nipples to give them the attention my mouth hadn’t given her yet. Her panting and moans in anticipation of more picked up. Eventually, I reached her moist clit. I lightly kissed her inner thigh to see how she would react. She bucked her hips a bit and wanted to lean forward but the wrist straps stopped her. I didn’t let her wait any longer, I dove right for her labia and got every single taste of her sweet wetness that I could. She let out a whining moan so loud and prolonged as if she had never had a man’s mouth come anywhere near her. Devouring her clit like I hadn’t eaten in days I could’ve easily gotten off on the spasms of her body against the straps. Every minute I wanted to rip the blindfold off so I could just see her eyes roll with every flick of my tongue. I could sense that she was about to cum. She was gushing even more as the moans were coming quicker and louder.

“I…I’m…I’m gonna cum…” she struggled to squeak out.

“No, you won’t…” I growled as I stopped. Her moans turned into whimpers, she moaned out for more, all I could sharply say to her was “You’ll cum when I’m ready to let you cum.”

At that point I made my way up around her head, I took off my trousers and my suit jacket, leaving just my shirt on. Out popped my throbbing cock standing at attention like the good soldier he is.

“Open your hot mouth ma’am” I commanded.

With her lips slowly but surely peeling apart, I grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed all of me inside her. She hummed on me as her pouty and moist lips clamped down hard on my member. I pulled back on her hair a bit as I slid in and out of her hot mouth. Her humming on me intensified with every thrust in her. The way she gagged and sucked harder on me whenever I deep throated her unleashed the inner slut I knew she really was deep down inside. His envy was picking up even more, right on the edge of seething. At that point, I wanted to see the fire in her eyes so I removed the blindfold. Her eyes met mine and the electricity between us sparked enough that a fire could’ve been caused. I pulled out of her mouth. She shot me a look of disappointment like she wanted more of me in her.

With my eyes still locked on her, I licked two of my fingers as I slipped them deep inside her wet pussy. Her eyes rolled back with the initial thrust. As her eyes came back to the front I grabbed her throat and gave it a firmer grasp compared to earlier. She bit her lip hard. A change in pitch with her moans followed as I had her by the neck. I watched as she kept trying to reach me but I was far back enough that the straps didn’t allow her to. I could feel her gushing even more. Her pussy got tighter in rhythm with my fingers. I was ready for her to cum all over me. She had a begging look like she knew it was about to happen. I leaned in and nuzzled a little on her neck. Kissing and nibbling on her earlobe, I finally commanded her…

“CUM”

Her moans turned into screams. I intensified the fingering. Her pussy got tighter. Eventually, she couldn’t hold back and she had a loud screaming orgasm as if she hadn’t had one in ages. As she slowly came back down from the cosmos I removed my fingers from her, allowed her to taste herself, and wanting one last taste of her, I kissed her deeply, still with her juices dancing in her mouth.

It was time for I wanted to do most this entire evening. I freed her from all the restraints.

“Bend over and face your husband. Never take your eyes off him” I commanded.

She did. I waited until her eyes met his. Then, with little warning, I slid all of my hard cock deep into her sensitive pussy. She let out a sharp gasp that only intensified when I grabbed another fistful of hair as I thrusted deeper and harder into her. I grabbed onto her sensuous hips to control more of how much deeper I could thrust. Her breathing became intense. She gasped more as if she couldn’t breathe. Her luscious tits were crying out to be fondled so I grabbed one while still holding onto her hair. I wanted to see her tigress come out though. She wasn’t a sub in the office and I wanted to see her have some control over me.

“Ride my cock, keep your eyes on him” I commanded as I stopped.

I laid down on the bed so my head was somewhat on the edge, with my body pointing towards him. She unbuttoned my shirt so she could grasp onto my bare chest, hopped on top, and the sight of her eyes rolling back as all of me slipped back inside her was sexy as fuck. She went slow, getting used to the feel of me initially, before bucking her hips hard and deeper each time. I lifted my hips a bit so I could help her get even deeper. Doing that made her dig her nails even deep into my chest. I was able to tilt my head back enough to see how much his envy had built up. Surely even he couldn’t take it anymore. Just to rile him up even more, I pulled her in so I could kiss her while she rode me closely. I knew that bothered him greatly too.

Slowly I noticed her nails dug even deeper into me. I knew what was about to happen next. I enjoyed sitting back, feeling the wrath of his envy pour over me, as for the 2nd time on the night, she came all over my throbbing cock. Watching her agony face turn to orgasm face as it lit up the room was amazing. I wanted my orgasm too.

“Lay on the edge of the bed in missionary,” I told her. She did.

She then looked at me “Sir, you said kee…” before she could finish her sentence, I propped her leg on my shoulder, grasped her throat, pushed it over the bed so she could see him, as I slid back into her. She let out a sexy sharp scream as the initial thrust shot thru her body. I kissed up and down her ankle as I kept going harder and deeper inside her. She grabbed my wrist that had her throat. I squeezed tighter as she clasped onto me. I could feel my own orgasm coming. My moans started to get louder and deeper. She looked up at me.

“Please….please cum for me….”

I really wanted to cum deep inside her. However, in spite of all this anger and ire towards me, I couldn’t do it. As I felt it come, I pulled out, let go of her throat, repositioned myself just in time as I shot all my hot load into her hot mouth. She grabbed onto me and gave me one last bit of torture by swirling on my sensitive head before sucking on the top one last time to ensure she got and swallowed every last drop. The sparkle in her eyes after swallowing sent chills up and down me. She laid back down on the bed, still stuck in her nirvana that she hadn’t been in for ages.

As she slowly came back to earth, they both stared at me, wondering what was going to happen next. I then started to get dressed.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“My work here is done. We are done. The room is yours for the night, the toys are yours to keep. Look at the glow on your wife’s face. Hope you were paying attention. Fuck your wife like that. She’ll never be unhappy again.”

As soon as I released, I paused before leaving, enjoying watching him ravish his wife almost the way I would’ve. I wanted to stay and watch but I wanted them to have the private sexy time they deserve.

A week went by before I had to visit her office. Surely enough, there she was in her subtle revealing top. She led me to the workspace that I had. Then she casually talked about what happened after I had left. Not only was he a good cuckold but a good student. Many of the things I did to her he replicated, along with things that I couldn’t easily do with somebody I had only known for a few months, let alone the many years they had been together.

“Thank you for saving our marriage”. She said.

“Don’t thank me, thank your husband for finally finding that spark again”.

Off she walked, grin and all.

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