No Matter How Far They Strayed, Their Love Pulled Them Back Together
Her pussy was the one his cock yearned for, the others were hot, wet distractions
Ah, well, maybe next time. Sly smile, a picture of events behind closed doors played through Hal’s mind, keeping him from work.
He loved picturing what could be happening behind closed doors when Gertrude went to the corner office. Hal knew he’d find out soon enough, though, and looked forward to a blow-by-blow description.
Aroused, he licked his lips as he looked around the office, tingling and looking for a release. He aimed a wink at the junior associate walking by, an attractive blonde in an emerald green skirt and matching blouse. An admiring glance at the tantalizing sway of her hips and the gifts they promised. He mentally cleared his schedule.
A tilt of his head caught her attention. She leaned around his office door, breasts pushed into the open-vee of her blouse, sweet voice asking, “Did you need something, sir?”
“Sure do, sweetheart. Come on in, I’ll, uh, fill you with your next project.” He placed his coffee cup on its leaded crystal coaster with a clink and leaned his chair back, elbows resting on the armrest.
Hands in a pyramid, fingertips resting against pursed lips, he instructed her to close the door. Pink tongue licked his lips, his intention clear. He aimed the remote and began the privacy blind’s descent over the glass walls to his office.
“Now, my dear, what I would like from you is…,” his words trailed off, lost in the hustle and bustle of the office outside his door.
Young, arduous eyes gleamed back at him as he outlined what he expected from the voluptuous woman in his office. Corners of her lips curled up naughtily. She straightened her skirt, loosened another button on her blouse.
Hal’s eyes, trained on the corner office, narrowed as he stopped the blinds in their descent when the President’s office door opened.
Gertrude captured his attention when she exited, closing the door behind her, pausing, unsteady on her sky-high heels. She began her daily walk of shame back to her own office, purple Louboutins clicking on the thin broadloom.
She glanced towards Hal, her eyes locked on his and glinting knowingly. Shoulders back, head held high, she crossed in front of the cubicles towards his office, steps slow and seductive. Flirtatious smiles connected. A thousand promises made.
Although he spoke to the sensuous woman standing before him, her eyes wide and excited, he only had eyes for Gertrude.
Hal lifted one eyebrow in an unspoken question. Gertrude’s imperceptible nod gave her approval. Her fingernail trailing into her cleavage made a bevy of promises her eyes intended to keep.
They blew each other a kiss, before Hal pulled himself back to the young woman in front of him. Her name escaped him. She corrected him, breathless and expectant.
“It’s Sally, sir.” She leaned in, and he glimpsed the tanned globes of her breasts. His arousal apparent, he raised an eyebrow and devoured her with his gaze, his mind on other pursuits.
Soon, sweet Gertrude, soon. Their eyes locked once more, promising wishes to be fulfilled later that night. Gertrude winked and licked her lips, grinning as the blinds continued their descent, sliding closed over her image as she retreated from view.
Hal’s attention back on the load he needed to work through, he used the remote to lock the door, then grabbed Sally’s hand. Thumb lightly stroking her soft skin, his willing pupil slid into his lap. His fingers crept under her skirt. He cursed when they glided into her soaked folds.
“Naughty girl. No panties at work?” She reached into her waistband and pulled out the scrap of soaked satin.
“I took them off, hoping you’d call me in.” Shy. Nervous. She rolled her lips before dashing a kiss to his.
He grabbed her chin, smashing a hard, bruising and intense kiss to her lips. Every ounce of sexual tension from knowing Gertrude had been with the President poured into it.
Hal, lascivious glint in his eye, grabbed the mint green satin, held them to his nose, and breathed in her arousal with a growl. Thumb brushing her lips, he whispered, “May I?” Obedient and burning for him, she opened her mouth, clamped down on her panties, and pressed herself down onto his cock.
Swipe of his arm cleared off his desk. He bent her over it, ass bared to him. He stroked her cheeks, dipping one finger into her hot, wet cunt. She arched her back, mewling.
Cock out, Hal stroked himself. “Ready, little girl?” He pushed himself against her pussy, before plunging into her in one stroke. “Fuck. You feel so good, Sal.”
He pounded her into the polished oak, heavy desk inching across the office. Not that he cared. His cock was happy. All that mattered.
He reached around, cupped her mound. One finger twirled and teased her little nub. Hal tugged her clit, pinching it, sending her head back. Her ass slammed into him. Fingers gripped her hips. He bounced off her plump ass. He grinned, knowing she’d have bruises the next day.
It didn’t take long before Hal tensed. Released himself into her tight, hot pussy. She tipped over the edge into a blinding orgasm, his name a breathless chant on her lips.
Oh, I’m going to need some hot tub time tonight, Gertrude, my love. So much.
Hal patted Sally on the ass and dropped a kiss to her cheek. “Okay, sweetheart, time to get some work done. It’s almost lunch time.” Sally giggled as they adjusted their clothing, patting themselves back into place.
She pulled the door open as Gertrude raised a hand to knock. “Oh, sorry, Ms. Knapford. We were just… um… going over yesterday’s numbers.”
Gertrude, looking amused, played with the girl a bit. “That’s all right, Sally.” She glanced at Hal with dancing eyes. “I understand how distracting Hal’s… numbers… can be. But I do need you to go see Sue in HR. She’s got an exciting new job for you to take care of.”
“Of course, Ms. Knapford. Right away.” Sally slipped by her boss with a wave to Hal and a quiet, “Let me know if you need any help later, Mr. Jacobs. I’m always ready to help.”
Gertrude, laughing, told Hal, “Yes, Mr. Jacobs. Let me know if you need any help later, okay?” She walked away, a swish in her hips, to let him know what kind of help she meant.
Door snicking closed behind him, Hal hung up his coat and wandered into the kitchen.
Predatory smile on his face, he snaked his arms around his wife’s sexy waist as she stood at the stove. She nestled her rear-end into his hardening length. Intentions clear, she promised him untold delights later.
He nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing everything his lips touched. The object of his desire leaned her head back onto his shoulder and moaned, lips parted, back arching into him.
“Soon, my sweet Gertrude, soon.” Promise given, she turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pins holding her chignon in place clattered to the floor as his fingers combed through her flaxen hair, their hungry lips devouring each other. Feverish and unrestrained.
“Welcome home, love. Did you have a good day?” Gertrude turned back to the stovetop and flipped the steaks like a celebrity chef. “I see Sally needed some direction today. Everything work out there?” Gertrude bit her lip as she sent her husband a flirtatious look over her shoulder. He laughed and palmed her breast, luxuriating in the weight in his hand.
“Yes, perfectly. How was your meeting with the President? Did he get his point across to you?” Tongue in cheek, he grinned and leaned in for a kiss.
This is what I love about us. Gertrude couldn’t help but laugh at Hal’s antics. We always come home to each other. She nodded and plated up their dinner while he poured them each a glass of wine.
Glasses at their spots, Hal sent a playful swat to her round, irresistible ass and pulled the kitchen blinds closed.
You never knew what would happen around the dinner table at the Jacobs’ house. Or ON the dinner table.
Read about Gertrude’s interlude with the President of the company here:
