MY OFFICE HUSBAND

Surrendering To Lust

At home, I’m almost invisible. I move quietly through my day, wearing soft sweaters and cozy socks. My hair in a sloppy ponytail, my lips slightly glossed. As a matter of fact, I don’t think my office husband, or anyone else I work with, would recognize me. Any evening, I can be found cooking simple dinners, watering my garden. Socializing with my neighbors. Reading or watching a movie with my loving husband Daniel. No one who meets me on the weekend would guess there is another woman deep inside, a relentless sex hungry cheating housewife yearning to be manhandled.

When Monday morning rolls around, and I step through the glass doors of my office, I transform. It’s not something I planned; it just happened. My office husband Rick only knows this polished version of me. Shoulders back, my eyes sharpened, my smile slow and knowing. Sexy lips like butter, bright and perfectly lined. Wearing fitted dresses, with sexy lingerie underneath, my heels clicking against the tile floors, announcing my arrival. I move with a kind of effortless charisma that makes men find reasons to stop at my desk—especially my office husband.

A Tight Schedule And A Million-Dollar Smile

At first, my relationship with Rick was entirely professional. At least that’s what I told myself. Rick was the only person in the office who seemed somewhat immune to my charm. He was constantly watching me with a quiet, amused understanding. As if he knew there was more to me than what everyone else sees. It infuriates me and at the same time fascinates me and turns me on.

Rick quickly became my office husband and the one person I look for the moment I arrive. Our morning coffee became a ritual. Our private jokes became legendary. He knows exactly how to make me laugh, and I know exactly how to distract my office husband during meetings with one perfectly timed glance. Rick only knows this version of me who is always on time, brings him lunch when he is working late, and fixes his tie before presentations. The version of me who sits on his desk, flashes my sexy lingerie at him to break up the monotony of long afternoons. Then whispers filth in his ear while he tries desperately to look serious.

Everyone knows he is my office husband during the weekdays. Yet every evening I go home and exchange my heels for sweater socks. Wash away my lipstick and pile my hair up. Sometimes I will get a late-night text from Rick. It’s become obvious that he is falling in lust with the woman who only exists between 9:00 and 5:00.

A Smoldering Affair – My Office Husband

Our tryst requires the office to be nearly empty. After the staff leaves, I enter Rick’s office and close the door behind me. My office husband draws the blinds, and we stop thinking about deadlines, coworkers, or the carefully maintained rules of our office marriage. He looks at me as though he’s been thinking about me all day.

We get close enough for the air between us to disappear. I forget the life I have waiting for me beyond the office doors. My clothes slowly come off, revealing my lingerie and the private secrets beneath the polished image of the woman they think they know. Underneath my tailored blouses and fitted skirts, lies delicate black lace. Soft and barely there. Sometimes it’s deep burgundy silk, rich and dramatic against my skin. Or soft, elegant white pieces, with intricate patterns and little details that make my office husband’s cock stand at attention immediately. I’ll make my way to my knees, my head between his legs, devouring every inch of his girthy cock. And when my office husband can’t take it anymore, he bends me over his desk. Our sexy secret beneath the professional exteriors.

And when we finally pull apart, both of us breathless, staring at each other with the stunned expressions of two people who have just crossed a line we have spent months pretending wasn’t there. And that is part of the thrill.

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