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Lexi stirred awake that Monday morning, her body still humming from the filthy, cum-soaked weekend at the Nashville conference. The sheets smelled like sex—her and Michael’s frantic reclaiming fuck the night before. She stretched, feeling the delicious ache between her thighs, and swung her legs out of bed. Time to get ready for the office.
She rifled through her closet, picking out something professional but downright sinful: a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her thick ass like a second skin, a low-cut white blouse that plunged deep into her fake DD cleavage, buttons straining over her implants, and sheer black stockings with garters underneath. No bra—let those nipples poke through just enough to drive men wild. She finished with red fuck-me heels and a spritz of perfume that screamed “come and get it.”
Michael wandered into the bedroom, coffee in hand, and froze. His eyes raked over her, cock twitching in his boxers. “Jesus, baby, you look like you’re going to court to seduce the jury. Or… Jake?” He smirked, already half-hard at the thought. Lexi grinned, adjusting her blouse to show even more tit. “Maybe both. I know I’ll see him today.” She kissed Michael deep, grinding against his growing erection for a tease before pulling away. “Save that for later.”
At the office, the air crackled the second she stepped in. Jake was already there, hunched over his desk, but his head snapped up like he’d sensed her. Their eyes locked—his dark and hungry, hers smoky and promising. Seductive smiles curled their lips, a silent “I fucked you senseless and I’d do it again right here” exchange that made her clit throb.
All day, Jake invented excuses to invade her office: “Need to review that deposition file,” “Quick question on the brief.” Bullshit. He lingered, eyes dropping to her low-cut blouse, feasting on the swell of her heavy tits, nipples stiffening under his gaze. Lexi crossed and uncrossed her legs, feeling her pussy flood, soaking through her lace thong until it was a slick mess clinging to her folds. Every shift in her chair sent fresh wetness trickling down her thighs. She was a walking waterfall, replaying the weekend in her head—Jake’s cock stretching her, his cum leaking out of her, Michael’s tongue lapping it up. By lunch, her panties were ruined, sticky and transparent.
The workday dragged, tension building like a storm. As clocks hit five, a coworker piped up: “Anyone up for cocktails at Murphy’s? A few nodded—happy hour therapy after the conference chaos. Jake shot Lexi a look. “I’m in.” She smiled back. “Me too.”
She fired off a quick text to Michael: “Heading to Murphy’s with the team for a drink. Home a bit late. Xo”
At the bar, dim lights and soft music, the group ordered a couple rounds—beers, whiskeys, shots. Laughter erupted over stories of the drunk partner at the conference, the one who’d karaoked shirtless and face-planted. One by one, coworkers peeled off: “Gotta get home to the kids,” “Early meeting tomorrow.”
Soon, it was just Jake and Lexi, tucked in a corner booth, ordering another round. Bourbon for him, vodka soda for her. The alcohol hit fast, buzzing through her veins, loosening everything.
Jake slid closer, thigh pressing hers under the table. His voice dropped low, rough. “You know my favorite parts from the weekend? When you begged me to breed that married cunt like the slut you are. And that video we sent to your husband. Your eyes on the camera while I fucked your throat.”
She blushed hard, heat flooding her cheeks and her core. “Mmm, I loved when you spanked my ass raw and called it yours. And feeling you cum so hard in me. God, Jake, your cock felt so good.”
Her pussy was a goddamn Niagara at this point—throbbing, leaking, clit swollen against her soaked thong. She squirmed, desperate for friction.
Jake leaned in, breath hot on her ear. “Wanna go to my car in the garage? Suck my cock before I head home to Katie? Drain me dry so I can kiss her goodnight with your spit on my dick.”
Lexi’s heart pounded. “Fuck yes. Lead the way.”
They slipped out separately, eyes scanning for witnesses, then met at his sedan in the parking garage. Jake fired it up, drove to the top level—empty, shadowed, no cameras. He killed the engine, reclined his seat flat, and spread his legs. “Your turn, Lexi. Do the work.”
Lexi leaned over the console, hands shaking with need. She undid his belt with a clink, popped the button, yanked the zipper down. He lifted his hips just enough for her to shove his pants and boxers to his ankles. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already semi-hard. She dove in slow, teasing: long licks up the shaft, swirling her tongue around the head, dipping down to suck his heavy balls into her mouth one by one. He groaned, hand fisting her hair lightly at first.
Then he tightened his grip, yanking her down. “Enough games. Suck it like you mean it.”
He fucked her face hard—hips thrusting up, cock slamming the back of her throat, making her gag and drool. Spit ran down his shaft, pooling on his balls. Lexi moaned around him, one hand cupping and squeezing those balls, rolling them as he used her mouth like a fleshlight.
She fucking loved it—no reciprocation, just pure service. Being his dirty little slut in a parking garage, knowing he’d go home to his pregnant wife with empty balls and her scent on him. It made her cunt clench, fresh wetness soaking her thighs.
Jake’s breaths came ragged. “That’s it—good girl—such a perfect cocksucking whore.” He pressed her head down harder, cock throbbing. “Swallow every drop.” He exploded—hot, thick ropes blasting down her throat, pulsing as she gulped it all, milking him with her tongue. She licked him clean, every inch spotless, before sitting up, lips swollen and shiny.
He drove her back to her car, smirking. “See you tomorrow, Lexi.”
Home felt like a haze. Michael greeted her at the door, pulling her into a kiss. “How was cocktail hour?” His hands roamed her ass, sensing the heat.
She blushed, guiding him to the couch. “It was… really good. The group laughed about that partner who got wasted—remember, the karaoke disaster?” She rattled off a few safe stories, then paused, eyes sparkling. “And then it was just Jake and me.”
Michael’s cock hardened instantly against her thigh. “Tell me. Everything.” He asked questions as she spilled: the flirty talk, the bar booth tension, the garage sneak, the face-fuck, swallowing his load. “Did he call you his slut? How hard did he yank your hair?”
Lexi stripped them both, her pussy a slick mess as she straddled him, sinking down on his cock with a gasp. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, recounting every filthy detail—the taste of Jake’s cum, the thrill of draining him for his wife. Michael groaned, thrusting up, hands gripping her hips. “Fuck, baby, you’re such a hotwife—tell me how much you loved sucking him off.”
They came together in a frenzy—she clenching around him, screaming Jake’s name mixed with his; he flooding her with his load, whispering how he’d jerk to the story later.
Panting, tangled, they finally peeled apart. “Dinner?” Michael asked, grinning.
Lexi laughed. “Yeah. But first, shower. I’m a mess”
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