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I hadn't planned for any of this to happen.When my husband went out of town, I had every intention of being a faithful wife, just as I always did. I fantasized about sex, of course, but I had never really considered an affair or even a fling. We'd only been married two and a half years, so I hadn't really been tested before, and if I had been, I might have failed earlier, but I hadn't been unfaithful yet, and I wasn't really planning to be that day. My husband, Ray, works for a defense contractor. His job takes him overseas frequently. He had been gone twelve weeks by then and was probably going to be gone at least six more.I was starved for sex. That's no excuse, I know. I'm always starved for sex when he's gone, but I usually make it through. Fingers and vibrators ease the tension some, but they aren't a real person, with arms and legs and the smell of summer sunshine mixed with patchouli and leather.Arlen Cobb is a very good looking man. Tall, well tanned, and fit with hypnotic blue eyes and a thick head of blonde hair, he could probably have been a movie star instead of a lawyer. He could have probably been a lot of things other than a lawyer, but after going through law school it probably seemed a bit wasteful and foolish to him not to just go ahead and get a job in law. I'm sure he hadn't had a problem finding a job at Cobb, Jefferson and Lake, his grandfather had helped found the firm.I've always been flirty. I've been working at the firm for three years. Arlen Cobb is my boss. B. Arlen Cobb is a partner*and I am his personal assistant. It had never been my ambition to be a personal assistant, but I was. We had house payments. Ray made a good living, but not quite enough for the house by the lake we wanted. Not if we wanted things like furniture, electricity and food. I may be spoiled, but I wanted those things.*I'm very flirty. I'll admit that right up front. It's part of my nature, and it sometimes has gotten me into some predicaments. Being in my bosses arms seemed like a predicament, and I'd gotten into it by flirting with him. I'm pretty sure he made the first move toward my lips. He leaned forward a bit, and I leaned toward him, and suddenly, my lips were drawn to his. Our tongues met, and by the time I remembered that I was a married woman and wasn't supposed to let myself get into that position,*I was in it, lifted off the floor onto the cool smooth mahogany of his desk. I'd been on a committee to stop the use of endangered wood when I was in college. I'd been such an idealist then.He held my ass in his hands as he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, laying me back gently, my long güvenilir bahis blonde hair cascading on the desk top. My skirt, which was the proper length for business*and not something sexy that I'd worn just to tempt him, was above my waist and my panties were on the floor. His finger stroked the length of my wet slit, giving my clitoris lots of attention. He slid one finger into me and rotated his thumb on my clit.?Your pussy is really wet,? he said. It was, and he was making it even wetter. He was the first person to touch me there in weeks, except me, of course. I quivered, touching his hand, my body right at the edge. Then I felt the tip of his cock spread me open and enter me.Then, with his balls against my ass, he said, ?I want to fuck you.? It seemed a bit late to be saying that, but I'm sure it was an honest statement. If he'd said it under other circumstances, like in a boardroom or standing by my desk, I'd have been shocked, but considering that he'd gone from kissing me to being inside me in what seemed an instant, I was relieved. I would have hated for him to go to all this trouble and not want to fuck me.I wanted to fuck him too. I won't deny that. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any man in the entire sexual history of my life. ?Fuck me,? I said, and he did.He slid into and out of me in a hard, fast rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him and lay back, my moans and the scent of my sex filling the air. I dug in my heels and grabbed the edges of the desk.He pounded me. My husband sometimes pounds me, and other men have pounded me as well, but this was an outstanding pounding by any comparison I could make. I hoped his office was soundproofed because I was loud. His secretary had gone for the weekend, and most of the associates had already headed for home. I'd had business with the boss, so I was there a little late.Now the boss had business with me. He drove into me with purpose, I had come, and now he wanted to as well. I was ready for him to empty himself in me.*I was right on the verge of coming, feeling it build in me like a dam about to break. As his body arched and I felt the spasms of his cock inside me, I was swept away in a flood of ecstasy, my body shaking as I felt him releasing himself into me.Then I wondered if I'd taken my pill that morning. I'd have to look.When he had pulled up his jockey shorts and trousers, he told me that he had to have dinner with a client, a state senator. ?I'd ask you along,? he said, ?But it's strictly confidential.??I understand,? I said, cleaning myself and putting my panties back on. His specialty was criminal law, and he had some really güvenilir bahis siteleri interesting clients. I didn't like having them in the office, and I certainly didn't want to have dinner with them. For the most part, the clients he represented were as deceitful and dishonest as lawyers. The politicians he dealt with were equally corrupt.?How do you feel?? he asked.I felt great. I didn't even think about feeling guilty, I just felt elated. I was disappointed that he had to rush off, but that's men for you. Once they've had what they want, they're ready for pizza or football, or meetings with clients.?I'd like to take you out later,? he said.?I probably should wait for my husband to call,? I said. ?He's supposed to call before ten.??I'll be done with this business by then,? he said. ?I know a great place where you can release your wild side and forget your inhibitions.??Maybe,? I said. ?What should I wear???A thong and shoes,? he said. ?Flip flops will do, but heels would be better. No hose, no clothes except for maybe a shirt to cover you on the ride.??Call me first,? I said. ?I'll think about it.?My husband hadn't called by ten. It would be three in the morning where he was. I showered, shaved my pubes and legs, brushed my teeth, put on my makeup, and waited. At five till eleven I put on a lacy thong and took one of my husband's tee shirts out of the closet. I thought that if Arlen didn't call, I'd read and go to bed.I thought that if he did call, I'd tell him I didn't want to go. I shouldn't be out letting my wild side run free anyway. A little guilt had started to settle in and I was beginning to consider what a mistake I'd made. Arlen wasn't going to call. Tomorrow he'd probably find a way to either fire me or reassign me. I didn't want to have to go to tax law or contracts. Everything about the law seemed so dull to me. Only criminal law seemed to have any chance for adventure. Even it didn't seem to provide much.At 11:04 the doorbell rang.I opened it.?Beautiful,? he said.I forgot any reasons why I shouldn't be going out with him. ?Where are we going?? I asked. ?Should I bring my purse???You don't need your purse, but you can bring it. We'll lock it in the car.??What are we going to do???Whatever you feel like doing,? he said.?Want to just stay here?? I asked. I was hoping he'd say yes, take me back to my bedroom and fuck me senseless, but I was disappointed.?I want to fuck you till your pussy is sore,? he said. ?I want to put my dick into every part of you where it will fit, and keep you naked until your husband gets home, but not tonight. Tonight is your night to let your tiger iddaa siteleri out.??I'm not sure I have a tiger,? I said. If I did it had never been far from it's cage. So far I'd cheated on my husband one time.*By then we were in his car. When we reached our destination, he turned off the motor and unbuckled my seat belt.*?There's Clifford Sims,? he said. Rolling down his window he shouted, ?Cliff, got a minute.?I hoped he didn't plan to talk business with me almost naked in the passenger seat. Cliff walked around his car and opened the door for a woman who I took to be either his wife or girlfriend.We got out then. I was disappointed. I'd been hoping he'd take me somewhere and fuck me in his car. It had been so long since I'd been fucked in a car. These days it was always the bed, and sometimes the sofa that I was still making payments on.The men shook hands, and Arlen took the woman into his arms. I was jealous. I wanted to be in his arms.?Maddy,? Arlen said. ?You are even more beautiful than I remembered.??You liar,? she said. ?Who is this cute little pussycat???This is Cynthia,? he said. ?My valued and honored associate.??Are you fucking her?? Maddy asked.?Not at the moment.??Darling,? she said to me,*?Do you mind if I borrow Arlen for awhile.?I just shook my head no. I couldn't really speak. Maddy was naked, decked out in high heels, and loaded with jewelry. Cliff was a fit older man, white haired and very distinguished looking.?Arlen,? she said,*?I want to suck your cock sometime tonight. If that's all right with Cynthia.??I don't own him,? I said. ?In fact, I'm married and...??I'm married too,? she said. ?Isn't that a coincidence???My husband is out of town...? I started to explain. This seemed a good time to back out of the evening. I would just tell her that I should be home, and ask Arlen to take me there.?My husband is somewhere,? she said. ?Probably with some cute young man from one of his classes. He loves to fuck pretty young men. He likes women too. He'll fuck anything, anywhere, anytime. Except for his wife, of course. He doesn't fuck me much. Does your husband fuck you regularly???When he's home,? I said. ?He's been gone for a week.??You must be starved for dick,? she said.?I, uh...?She put her arm around me. ?You men, listen. Cynthia needs cock. Would you rather get fucked in the back seat or bent over the car???I uh...??I know that Cliff would love to have some of your sweet pussy,? she said. ?Wouldn't you, Cliff??She pulled my shirt off over my head, exposing me to the men and a couple of people who had come into the parking lot to smoke.?It's nice and wet,? she said, after putting her fingers inside my thong. ?Bent over*or back seat?? she asked.I didn't really get time to answer. Cliff spun me around and bent me over the trunk. ?You'll have to spread your legs,? he said.He pushed my panties to one side and put his dick in me.