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If These Walls Could Talk


2: The Colleague

My marriage hasn’t been good for the last ten years, these last two even worse. Our son left for college two years ago and that’s when it went downhill fast.

We barely spoke to each other and had sex once during that time. I brought up divorce a year ago, but he wouldn’t hear it.

He traveled more. For work, he said, but I wasn’t sure. I would smell faint perfume on his clothes on laundry day.

Every year, my company hosted a ‘company retreat’ for a week. Basically a free vacation, for the first couple days we would attend team-building exercises, but after that we were free.

This year it was in the mountains a few hours away. I was excited. I knew it would be beautiful this time of year. I also was looking forward to some time away, to think.

I loaded up the car and got ready to leave. It was a Saturday and I wanted to beat the traffic.

“I’m leaving. I’ll be back in a week.”

No response. As usual, he didn’t even acknowledge my presence. I drove off, thinking that if it wasn’t for my son and my job, I probably wouldn’t come back.

The company gives us a standard room, but I paid the difference and upgraded my room to one with a jetted tub and a balcony with a view.

I settled in and decided to walk around. I had a few hours before the first event, a meet and greet for early arrivals.

When I turned the corner and saw him stepping out of the pool, my mouth dropped.

He was gorgeous. He had brown hair and eyes, his muscles tight and bulging, his abs formed a perfect V.

Suddenly I was aware of how wet my underwear was. I wanted to trace that V with my tongue.

He cleared his throat, pulling me back to reality. “Can I help you miss?

“N-no. I-I’m fine.” I quickly walked back to my room.

Luckily, I had brought my vibrator with me. I pulled it out, stripping out of my ruined underwear, and slid it in easily.

I turned it on, pumping it in and out as I pictured him, screaming as my orgasm hit. Then I showered, changed, and headed down to the meet and greet.

There he was, sitting at the bar. He handed me a glass of champagne. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I nodded, taking a sip. “Indeed.” I extended my hand. “Maggie Elderman.”

He shook it. “Zane Patrick.”

“Patrick,” I almost choked. “As in Mr. Patrick, the new COO?”

“That would be the one.”

Oh my God, I just fantasized about our new COO! ~

“Are you staying in suite 1310?”

How does he know? ~

“I am. How did you know that?”

He looked me up and down. I was having second thoughts about wearing a dress that showed off my figure. I was proud to be nearing forty and still wearing a size two.

“I’m in 1308. I heard noises earlier and I was hoping it was you. I see you’re alone.”

Oh my God! He heard me! ~

I could feel myself blushing. He rubbed my cheek. “Tell me, where you imagining it was me instead of whatever you were using?”

Wow, he’s cocky. ~

“I’m married,” I stated, unsure of what else to say.

He shrugged. “It’s not a good one.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Mrs. Elderman, Maggie, I make it a point to know about my employees.”

“Do you hit on all of them too?”

He stepped closer. “No, but I think you and I could help each other.”

“Oh, and how’s that?”

“I need a date for a charity event next Saturday and you need mind-blowing sex.”

“I am not a prostitute!” I whispered indignantly.

“I didn’t say you were. When was the last time you had sex? And I mean with a man, not a toy.”

I sighed. He was being forward, and I was doing my best not to get angry. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said, finishing my glass and setting it down.

What does he know, anyway? ~

He nodded. “Should your husband be the only one having sex in your marriage?”

“I think we’re done. Goodnight.” I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

“I have something I want to show you. Come.”

He led me up to his room. I stopped as he opened the door.

“Relax, I’ll only bite if you ask.” He stepped aside to allow me in. Once I was inside, he locked the door, walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a manila envelope.

“I think you should see these,” he said, handing it to me.

Hesitantly, I opened it. It had pictures of my husband with a beautiful brunette. One of them sitting at a restaurant, one of her riding him, her sucking his dick, him eating her out.

I tossed the pictures back at him. “What’s the point of this?”

He closed the gap between us. “Your husband and my wife have been fucking each other for over a year.”

“W-what do you want me to do about it?” His mouth was inches from mine.

He ran his hand down my body, stopping at my waist. “I think it’s time we give them a taste of their own medicine.”

I tried to pull away, but he held me in place. “I’m not interested in helping you get your wife back, and besides it’s against company policy to date co-workers.”

He untied my dress and it fell to the floor, leaving me in my matching lace bra and underwear.

“I have no interest in getting my wife back, and nobody will know what we do behind closed doors.” He unhooked my bra, kneading my breasts. My underwear got wet as he rubbed my aching mound.

“I know you want this. Tell me you don’t, and I’ll stop right now.”

I moaned as he pushed my underwear to the side and slipped a finger in.

“Oh, God…,”

He added another finger and pumped faster. I pulled him toward me and kissed him roughly. I unbuttoned his pants and started stroking his huge dick until my orgasm hit.

Looking at him, I had to ask, “Since our spouses are sleeping with each other, that means they are not having sex with us. How long has it been for you?”

He shredded my underwear. “Too fucking long.”

He picked me up and threw me onto the bed. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” He proceeded to suck on each of my nipples, working his way down. When I clamped my legs together, he pulled them apart.

“I haven’t seen a woman naked in over a year. I’m going to devour this pussy before I fuck you senseless.”

He dove in, moaning as he licked me like a dog lapping up water, rubbing my clit with his thumbs as he curled his tongue up.

I pushed his head further in as my second orgasm rolled out of me and he sucked up all my juices. He kissed his way back up. “Condom?”

“No, it’s my turn to return the favor.”

I got on my knees, ready to take him in my mouth, and he pushed me back down. “Later. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He slowly entered me, groaning.

“You feel so good. I just want to fucking ride you so hard.” He bent down to capture my breast in his mouth, grating his teeth on my nipple.

He was pumping hard, but I could tell he was holding back. I raised my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He picked up his pace, both of us moaning in pleasure. I screamed as my orgasm hit.

“Don’t hold back.” That’s all it took. He flipped me over and entered me roughly. He pounded me until the sound of our bodies slapping drowned out our moans.

He got two more orgasms out of me before finding his release.

He collapsed next to me on the bed, pulling me tight to him. I could already feel him coming to life again against my ass. “How long until we can do that again?”

I rolled over, bent down, and took him in my mouth. He moaned as I bobbed my head up and down. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Mr. Patrick, sir?” I froze, his dick still in my mouth.

“Yes. Who is it?”

“Mrs. Charleston sent me up. You’re due to give your speech in five minutes.”

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’ll be right there!” he called out.

I sucked hard, pulling away with an audible pop as the reality of the situation sank in. “This is a bad idea. I think we should just stop,” I said, wrapping the sheet around me.

He leaned in and kissed me passionately. “No. We’re not. As we speak, my wife is being served divorce papers along with copies of the pictures and a settlement offer.

Our prenup clearly states if she comments infidelity, she gets nothing. I would expect your husband to serve you within the week.

Leave your door unlocked and I’ll be over to finish what you started as soon as I’m done.” He motioned to the door leading to my room as he dressed quickly. It was lucky that we had adjoining rooms.

I dressed and walked to my room, the reality of what he said sinking in. I ordered room service and pulled out my laptop to check my bank account.

I had separated our accounts two years ago, taking most of the money out. It was mine, after all, and my commissions were never below six figures.

I unlocked the door that connected our rooms even though I told him we weren’t going to do that again. I got wet just thinking about him.

I ate my supper, set my tray in the hall, then ran a bath. I needed to soak and think.

I stepped out of the tub, wrapping a plush robe around me before I grabbed a cup of hot tea and walked out on my balcony. The view was amazing.

I watched the stars before going back in and closing the doors, only to find him standing in my room as soon as I turned around. I didn’t even hear him come in.

He quickly stripped down to his boxers, his dick making an obvious tent. He walked over to me and dipped his hand inside my robe, cupping my breast. “Now, where did we leave off?”

I bit my lip to avoid moaning. “With me telling you that we shouldn’t do this.”

He untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. My naked body was completely exposed.

“If I remember correctly, you were giving me a blow job”—he rubbed my mound—“now are you going to pick where you left off? I’ve been thinking about your lips around my dick all night.”

He thrust a finger inside, curling it forward. “There’s so many things I want to do to you.” He walked us over to the bed and sat down, still pumping his finger in and out.

I looked down and his boxers were gone. He was naked, his glorious dick standing at attention. I dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around his tip and heard him moan. He wrapped his hands in my hair, gently guiding me. I looked up and see his head back and eyes closed, his moans getting louder.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good,” he groaned. I could feel his dick twitching. “I’m going to cum!” He shoved my head down as he shot his semen to the back of my throat.

I stood up, wiped the dribble of semen off my chin, and crawled into bed. He lay on top of me, kissing me roughly, tasting himself. “Where’s that toy you were using earlier?”

I sheepishly pointed to my bag. He retrieved it, pushed my legs apart, and spread my lips before diving in with his tongue.

I moaned in pleasure as he plunged his tongue in and out. I heard the low hum of the vibrator and jumped slightly at its intrusion. He pumped it in and out of me as he sucked and licked my clit.

I could feel my orgasm building when suddenly, he stopped and pulled out the vibrator. Before I could say anything, he rolled us over and thrust me down onto him. “Ride me.”

I thrust up and down, riding him hard, both of us moaning in pleasure. His mouth captured my breasts and I screamed as my orgasm hit.

He lifted me, set me on his face, and sucked up all my juices.

“Oh my God, you’re amazing!” I cried as I rolled off his face. I hadn’t had sex like this in ages, and I’d never had multiple orgasms with my husband.

“There isn’t anything going on until five tomorrow night and I plan to spend the entire time in this room either eating or fucking you.”

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