Law firm retreat : Wife and coworker Part 1 [Cuckold] [Hotwife]

Lexi adjusted the straps of her black cocktail dress in the hotel room mirror, the fabric clinging to her exaggerated curves like it was painted on. At 5’9”, with dirty blonde waves cascading past her shoulders, fake DD tits straining against the deep V-neck, and a thick, round ass that made pencil skirts criminal, she knew exactly what she was doing tonight. The Nashville work trip for the firm had been billed as “team building,” but the only team she cared about right now was her and Jake. Jake—tall, broad-shouldered, short dark hair, and that soft belly that somehow made him sexier instead of less. He and Lexi had been flirting for months in the office: lingering looks over case files, dirty jokes whispered in the break room, his hand brushing her lower back a second too long when they passed in the hallway. Everyone pretended not to notice. Everyone except Michael, her husband, who got rock-hard every time she recounted the latest Jake encounter while riding him. The first night’s party was loud, open bar, partners laughing too hard at their own jokes. Lexi had already had three glasses of champagne when Jake appeared at her side, bourbon in hand, tie loosened. “Elevator?” he asked, voice low. She nodded, heat already pooling between her thighs. In the mirrored elevator he hit the button for the 14th floor—his floor, not hers. The doors closed. He turned to her, “Nightcap?” he asked. “I’ve got a bottle of Blanton’s in my room. Unless you’d rather go back to yours… alone.” Lexi bit her lip, pulse hammering. “Lead the way.” His room smelled like cedar and clean laundry. He poured two fingers of bourbon into lowball glasses. They sat on the small sofa, knees touching. Small talk lasted maybe ninety seconds. “You know,” Jake said, voice rougher than usual, “I’ve thought about those tits since the day you wore that white blouse with no bra to the office retreat.” Lexi laughed softly, already tipsy and reckless. “They’re fake, you know. Michael paid for them.” “I don’t care if they’re titanium. I want to see them.” She stood, reached behind her neck, and unzipped the halter top of her dress. The fabric slid down her body in one slow reveal—black lace bra barely containing her heavy, round implants, nipples already stiff against the cups. She unhooked the bra and let it fall. Her breasts bounced free, full and fake-perfect. Jake exhaled like he’d been punched. “Jesus, Lexi.” She crossed the room, straddled his lap, knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips. His hands immediately cupped her tits, thumbs brushing her nipples. She leaned down and kissed him—slow at first, then hungry. Tongues sliding, teeth grazing. He groaned into her mouth when she rocked her hips against the thick ridge in his slacks. He broke the kiss long enough to latch onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking. Lexi’s head fell back, fingers threading through his hair. “Fuck… yes, like that.” He switched to the other, biting just enough to make her gasp. One hand slid under her dress, found her soaked lace thong, and pushed it aside. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning. “You’re fucking drenched,” he muttered against her skin. “Because I’ve been thinking about your cock all night,” she whispered. He pulled back, eyes glassy. “We shouldn’t… Michael’s my friend. My wife is pregnant. This is—” Lexi ground down on his fingers, cutting him off. “Michael knows how much I want this. We’ve fucked while I told him exactly what I wanted you to do to me. He comes so hard when I say your name. He’d be jerking off right now if he could see us.” Jake stared at her, breathing hard. “You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Fuck me, Jake. Please. I need it.” That was all it took. He stood, lifting her with him like she weighed nothing, and carried her to the bed. Dress shoved up around her waist, thong ripped off and tossed. He dropped to his knees, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in her pussy. He ate her like a starving man—long, slow licks up her slit, sucking her clit, tongue fucking inside her until her hips bucked and she was moaning his name. When she came the first time it was loud, thighs clamping around his head, fingers yanking his hair. She pushed him onto his back, tore at his belt, freed his cock. Thick, veined, already leaking. She looked up at him through her lashes, then swallowed him to the root. Jake cursed, hips jerking. She bobbed, sloppy and eager, spit dripping down his shaft, one hand massaging his balls while the other stroked what her mouth couldn’t take. “Fuck, Lexi… your mouth…” She pulled off with a wet pop. “I want you inside me. Now.” He flipped her onto her back, spread her wide, and sank in with one long thrust. They both groaned. He was bigger than Michael, stretching her in the best way. He fucked her deep and steady at first, watching her tits bounce with every stroke, then harder, faster. The headboard thumped the wall. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “So tight… so wet for me.” “Harder,” she begged. “Fill me up. Cum inside me.” He pinned her wrists above her head, slammed into her, hips snapping. “You want my cum in this married pussy?” “Yes—fuck yes—give it to me.” He came with a guttural sound, burying himself deep and pulsing, flooding her. She clenched around him, coming again, milking every drop. They collapsed, panting. His cock was still inside her when he kissed her slow and dirty.

The next morning, in the hotel conference room, Lexi sat through depositions prep with Jake’s cum slowly leaking into her panties. Every time she shifted, she felt it—warm, slick, filthy. Jake kept stealing glances, smirking when no one was looking. Their little secret. During a break she slipped into the bathroom, snapped a mirror selfie of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, and texted Michael: “Last night happened. Jake fucked me so good. Came inside me so hard. Still dripping right now. Thinking about doing it again tonight.” Michael’s reply was instant: “Jesus baby. That’s so fucking hot. Tell me everything later. And yes—do it again. Send pics if you can. I’m already hard.” After lunch, back in the hallway, Jake pulled her into an empty stairwell. “On your knees,” he said, voice rough. Lexi dropped without hesitation, unzipped him, and took him in her mouth. He was already half-hard. She sucked him eagerly, cheeks hollowing, while he pulled out his phone and started recording. “Look at the camera, baby. Show your husband how good you suck me.” She moaned around his cock, eyes locked on the lens. Jake fucked her mouth gently, then faster, until he groaned and came down her throat. He sent the video to Michael before zipping up.

That night’s dinner was torture. Jake’s hand kept sliding under the table, squeezing her ass, fingers dipping between her cheeks when no one was looking. Lexi squirmed, texted Michael under the table: “He keeps grabbing my ass. I’m so wet I can feel it on my thighs. Can’t wait to get back to his room.” Michael: “Go get that dick again. I want you full of him when you come home.” They barely made it to the elevator. As soon as Jake’s door closed they were on each other—drunk, frantic, clothes half-torn. He bent her over the desk, yanked her dress up, no foreplay, just slammed into her from behind. Rough. Possessive. “Take it,” he growled, spanking her ass hard enough to leave prints. “This pussy’s mine tonight.” “Yes—fuck—harder—own it—” He pulled her hair, fucked her like he hated her and loved her at the same time. Dirty talk poured out of both of them. “You love this cock stretching your cheating cunt, don’t you?” “God yes—so much better than Michael’s—don’t stop—” He flipped her onto the bed, legs over his shoulders, pounded so deep she saw stars. When he came he pinned her down, grinding, emptying his hot and sticky cum into her again. They passed out tangled, sticky, wrecked. The flight home Sunday was quiet. Jake sat across the aisle, pretending to read emails. Lexi kept her thighs pressed together, feeling the slow leak of him still inside her. When she walked through the front door in Lexington, Michael was waiting—shirtless, hard, eyes dark with lust. “Tell me,” he said, voice thick. “Every detail. While I clean you up.” Lexi kicked off her heels, peeled off her dress, and lay back on their bed, legs spread. Michael dropped between them, tongue immediately lapping at the creamy mess Jake had left. She recounted every thrust, every moan, every time Jake called her his slut, while her husband ate another man’s cum out of her swollen pussy. When she finished the story, Michael climbed up, kissed her with the taste of Jake still on his tongue, and slid inside her—reclaiming what was already marked. They fucked slow and filthy, whispering about the next trip.