Seducing her husband in the office

October was incredibly busy, with me working overtime until 3 AM every day and then drinking a cup of black coffee before heading to work at 8 AM. I felt completely drained.

On Tuesday, I went to the bathroom for a smoke and ended up falling asleep on the toilet seat. The ash burned a hole in my trousers, waking me up in pain.

My sex life was also terrible; I hadn't had sex with my husband for almost two weeks. Thankfully, he was very understanding and didn't complain.

Yesterday morning, I finally finished. After a project meeting with clients, my boss gave me the day off, so I went straight home and lay down.

I felt terrible. The highlights I had prepared to impress them seemed to have no effect at all. I was incredibly frustrated and exhausted, yet also very excited. I lay there staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. I got up to get dressed, planning to go out and make some noise.

It was a little past noon, and everyone in the company had gone to lunch. I walked through the empty office area to my husband's office.

He looked at me with a bit of surprise and asked, "You're done already?"

I said yes, walked around the desk, came to his side, plopped down on his desk, kicked off my left shoe, lifted my foot, and placed it between his legs, wiggling my toes.

Probably because it had been a while since we'd done it, my husband got hard very quickly; I could feel the heat radiating from under his feet even through his pants.

I said, "Do you like my new clothes?"

Then I lifted the front of my cheongsam dress to show him. I had completely cut off the crotch of my black wide-leg pants, revealing black fuzzy lingerie underneath, my thighs and lower abdomen exposed, the skin standing out starkly against the surrounding black.

I quite liked cutting my pants like this, cutting off the front crotch and the fabric covering my buttocks. I had several other pairs of pants at home that I'd cut like this on a whim.

My husband whispered, "Damn."

I laughed; under my toes through the pants, it felt like holding a hot iron rod.

My husband glanced outside and whispered, "You slut."

I lifted my buttocks, letting him reach out and remove the fuzzy lingerie.

The C-pant was an old pair, black, with a tuft of hair in the front that made it look like pubic hair. Actually, I'd shaved all the pubic hair.

My husband buried his face between my legs, his warm, smooth tongue sliding up and down my labia, it felt so good.

I leaned back, closed my eyes, and trembled slightly with pleasure, my hands on the desk, feeling the fluid welling up from my vagina.

But soon his tongue left, and my husband got up to close and lock the office door. I lay on the desk, eyes closed, waiting, hearing him unbuckle his belt. I knew what was about to happen, a secret thrill mixed with a slight, painful hardness in my nipples.

But I was wrong, it was still his tongue. Only the tip of his tongue touched my exposed anus, circled it a couple of times, as if widening, then pressed the entire tongue against my anus, and slowly, licked from back to clitoris.

I couldn't help but moan, trying to spread my legs so he could lick more thoroughly, grabbing the sole of my right foot with my right hand and hooking my left foot behind my husband's neck.

"Honey, fuck me!" I gasped, "I can't take it anymore."

My husband stood up between my legs, his thick, hot member gently tapping against my clitoris a few times before plunging down. I felt it part my labia, find the entrance, and then push in fully, firmly thrusting until it reached the deepest point, even causing a slight ache. We both sighed with satisfaction.

I felt my body secreting fluids to lubricate and envelop it, like a pearl oyster secreting nacre to form a pearl.

As it pulled out, the fluid flowed out with it, then it would plunge in again, secreting fluids again, pulling out again… and so on, seemingly endlessly.

I could only say, "Gently, slowly," and then suddenly I couldn't hold back anymore, biting hard on the hand strap of my bag, almost screaming.

We didn't change positions; my husband continued thrusting at least two or three hundred times.

At this point, the sounds outside gradually increased; it was time for my afternoon shift. The sounds outside excited my husband even more. He thrust harder, sometimes caressing my buttocks, sometimes gripping my buttocks tightly, as if trying to dig his fingers deep into my flesh.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My husband didn't slow down, and went on another round of hard thrusting, almost suffocating me. After more than twenty thrusts, he paused and asked loudly what was wrong.

A young woman's voice cautiously came from outside, "Mr. X, the report about XX is finished." As

soon as the woman spoke, my husband started again, thrusting into me once more, then paused again. He tried to speak calmly, saying, "I'll put it on your desk first, and I'll look at it after I finish my work."

Then we did it again. My husband was on top of me, and I gasped, laughing, "You'll look at it after you finish your work?" My husband kissed me

, his lower body still moving, panting and whispering, "I'm busy right now, working hard."

He moved so fast and hard that my whole body trembled. I whispered, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to orgasm, I'm going to scream."

My husband shoved the bag strap back into my mouth, making me bite down.

I climaxed the moment I bit down; a jolt of pleasure seemed to coursing through my limbs and spine. I held him tightly, and he thrust dozens more times, ejaculating inside me.

We held each other for a while before slowly letting go.

I curled up, lying on my side on the desk, panting. Everything around me was spotless—pens, reports, phones, etc., except for the mac next to me, were all swept to the floor.

My husband picked everything up one by one. Suddenly, he lifted my dress, and I felt a chill on my right buttock, followed by a click.

I glanced weakly at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

He grinned, showing me his name stamp, and whispered, "I've stamped your big white butt. Your big white butt is mine now."

I swung my butt at him defiantly, but my body felt weak and lightheaded; I couldn't even get up. The exhaustion from over ten days of consecutive all-nighters seemed to explode all at once; I couldn't even keep my eyes open.

I closed my eyes again, and it seemed like liquid was constantly flowing out of the opening. I couldn't tell if it was his semen or my vaginal fluid, but there was a lot of it.

My husband repeatedly wiped me with tissues, then carried me to the living room sofa, straightened my clothes, and covered me with his apron.

I was groggy and soon knew nothing more.

When my husband woke me up, it was already dark, and he had finished work.

I put on my underwear and we ate something near his company.

My husband didn't take the shared bike; we walked home slowly together. Neither of us spoke the whole way, but my husband kept looking at me suspiciously, which I found quite puzzling.

Then he quietly asked me if I was cold wearing open-crotch pants.

I glanced at him. When we were almost at the community center, I tried to calmly tell my husband that the project might fall through because I hadn't done a good job.

My husband waved his hand dismissively: "That's no big deal. I'll support you. Is your monthly salary enough?"

I spat, momentarily forgetting my frustration, and lightly punched him.

Around 9 PM, I unexpectedly received a call from my boss. He was quite excited, telling me things looked promising and everyone thought my presentation went very well.

It was a truly unexpected joy. At that moment, I was in the middle of my second round with my husband, both physically and mentally excited, when my calf cramped up…

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