The Naughty & Secret Life of a Very Good Wife (CLOSED)

[YourDreamGirl]

When she blushes, he focuses in on her full pink lips. He can't help himself and leans in, kissing her slow and deep. Eliza does nothing to stop him and his hands start to stroke the inside of her thigh. He gets inches from her pussy and she pulls away from him. “What are we doing here? Where is this gonna go?” she asks staring straight into his eyes.

“Nowhere” he whispers, kissing her again. Again she doesn't stop him and his tongue explores her mouth. She tastes sweet like sugar. His hand was still on her thigh stroking it softly feeling for the garter. Eliza then tries to pull away so he grips it, tugging it hard causing it to snap against her. “Ouch!” she moans more in pleasure than in pain.

“Don't do that again Eliza” His tone is stern while he watches his hand leave her thigh and make it's way back toward her pussy. He's feeling for the underwear he'd gotten her and sure enough she's wearing crotchless panties. “You're fucking me tonight Eliza. I want you to understand this” he let her know this while gripping her garter in case she tries to resist again. Eliza parts her legs for the brute and he slips a finger inside her pussy. “You're so fucking tight!” he says forcing another finger inside and she moans squinting a bit.

“No more! I'm married...we all work there” she says trying to pull away from him again but fails as he grips her hair to force her lips to his. All the while continuing to finger her tight and rarely touched fuck hole. A few seconds later, he's rewarded by feeling a gush over his fingers as she cums for him.

Breaking their lips apart he growls “You dirty little slut! You said no but you cover my fingers in cum”. Her husband's rival pulls them out of her and tastes them. She tasted as sweet as she smells.

“This is not happening!” Eliza says snatching away. She lifts her head off of his lap and quickly moves to the other side of the room.

“Your pussy doesn't lie Eliza! You came all over my God damn fingers! You want this as much as I do, admit it!”

“I don't want this! I don't cheat damn it” she says grabbing her shoes and her coat.

“You said you were gonna fuck somebody tonight and might as well be me” He knocks her shoes from her hand takes her coat. “Eliza listen to me...You wanna get back at David, I know you do” He says moving in and pressing her up against the wall “What a better way than to fuck me? To fuck his enemy!” He gives her a deep kiss and for a second she goes along with it, then she bites his lip getting him to back off of her.

“Alright! You just fucking did it bumble bee” He called her that because she bit so hard that his lip stung. He picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder's. She's not that heavy to carry with her size 3 figure.

“Fucking put me down, this is not funny” Eliza says kicking and screaming as he takes her to his bedroom. Then he slams her face down on the bed pinning her there.

“You seem to have forgotten where you are bumble bee. This is my house! My rules!” The man reaches over her grabbing the restraints that he had placed there earlier. Tying her hands to the head of the bed he moves down to her ankles and ties them down as well. During this she tries and tries to fight him off but it's no good.

After he ties her down, he takes off his blazer loosening his tie. “You see Eliza you need this, you just don't know it yet.” Then he rolls up his sleeves and kicks off his dress shoes before sitting down beside the bed. She glares at him.

“Fuck you!” she says all pissed. He soon tastes the small drop of blood on his lip from her bite and says “ You will be soon darling don't worry” Then he grips her jaw roughly and tight before kissing her. “Taste that Eliza? It's blood! You hurt me and that deserves to be punished” he grabs a pair of scissors positioning them between her legs as he starts to cut her dress off.

He admires her semi naked body. She had worn everything in that gift box as she was instructed too. The mystery man smacks her clit then grabs the opening in her crotchless panties. “You won't be needing these anymore” Then he begins ripping them off of her, exposing her ass to his view. He then reaches under the bed and grabs a chest. As soon as it opens he grabs the horse tail whip. He cracks it across the palm of his hand and she flinches.

“Punishment bumble bee” he says and than cracks the whip down hard on her plump ass, so hard that he can see a red mark on her deep caramel skin. “Do you think that stung? Sounded like it! That's one but I don't think it was enough.” the man taunts her before cracking the whip down hard again.

“I'll do whatever you want just stop it!” she starts to beg before saying what he's been waiting to hear all night. “ Yes Eliza you will do whatever I want baby” he says to her before giving her a kiss

As she lied there spread eagle and tied face down to the bed, the cracks from his whip make her ass sore and soon she learns that this will go a lot smoother if she does what he says.

He paces around the bed and she can tell he's examining her even though she can't see him. Eliza's pleas do nothing to sway him into releasing her. He kneels down beside the bed in front of her and starts to fumble in that box again. Anger quickly replaces the fear when Eliza tells him “I wish I had bit just a little harder.”

“Arch your ass up bumble bee!” he says cracking down that whip against her ass. That crack hurt so much worse than the first two. She had no choice but to arch her ass up for him. Then Eliza sees him grabbing what looks to be a gag

“I know how to fix that little biting problem” he says strapping that gag around her mouth. “There! Don't you just look sexy. Oh, and I wouldn't worry about that gag Eliza. You won't be wearing it all night if you continue to behave” He says as he tightens it.

She tries to ask what he has planned but the ball gag makes it hard to talk. He walks away from the room for a few minutes. Eliza knew he was back when she felt the bed tilt to one side. “Oh fuck, what is he going to do to me now?” she thought to herself.

“Lets see what we have here shall we?” he says letting his strong hands grip her firm ass. Eliza pulls away as a reaction to his touch and he bites down on her ass. “Eliza darling hold still! You're gonna enjoy this more than you think baby” He whispers still gripping her ass and now parting it. She can feel something cold and wet between her legs and lets out a moan. She bites down on the ball gag as he makes his way along the crease of her ass.

“You taste like heaven Angel” he says and continues to stroke his tongue between Eliza's legs. He quickens the pace of his tongue as he spears it in and out of her pussy. Then her body starts to betray her, her tight young pussy started cumming. Eliza had cum so hard that her juices started to glide down her thighs.

“That's it! Don't fight it” he coaches her. She can feel him gripping her thighs and it isn't long before he's forcing her opening on his thick tongue.

“Fuck!” the gagged beauty manage to yell out despite the position that she was in. His mouth covers her pussy allowing him to nibble at her clit. That did it. That sent her over the edge.

Eliza tries to pull against her restraints. She pulls so hard that it starts to hurt her wrists. This wasn't happening. She wasn't about to cum like this, and definitely not for him, but at that moment she found herself grinding her horny snatch against his face and loving it. His grunts and warm breath on her clit cheered her on as she rocked her hips bouncing her ass for him.

“That's it baby! Give it to me!” her forbidden lover says as he plunges two fingers inside her milking her for the last of her cum. He smacks Eliza's clit hard with an open hand and she collapses on his bed. It stings but deep down she realizes that she likes it. She liked being taking advantage of this way.

“What the hell is wrong with me? I liked that?” Those were her last thoughts before she woke up in bed next to her husband David. Eliza took time to admire the older gentleman lying next to her in bed. At one time she loved him with all her heart but after going through the last four of the five years that they'd been married she secretly despised him.

She should have known that he wasn't the faithful type since he broke off his first engagement to be with her. Eliza was 28 and ten years his junior. They had met when she was 23 and working a internship with his law firm. A year after that, they were married. David was the only man that she had ever been with sexually, because she dedicated her life to working hard and becoming the youngest intern at the Whitman firm ever.

She gave him her heart, her body, and her unwavering fidelity. David repaid her by fucking everything that moved and keeping her a very short chain. Eliza should have divorced him because of that but decided to stick it out in hopes that he would come around. It also didn't help that her family didn't believe in divorces and raised her up thinking that marriage was forever. Even if she wanted to leave him, he wouldn't let her go. David didn't like to share his things and as far as he was concerned, he made her into a woman and therefore she would always be his.

Eliza jumped out of bed and headed towards the shower to wash away the wet dream she had just had about her husbands rival. She wondered if the new golden boy at their firm was anything like she'd imagined in her fantasies of him.

Eliza still worked at the firm as her husband's personal “case prepper”. Not the job she had in mind after finishing law school and passing the bar. With her help David had won so many cases that the firm was giving him a chance at partner. Did he thank her?... No! And, everyday she watched him climb higher up the ladder capitalizing on her hard work.

All that was about to change though. The senior partners finally gave her a high profile case that she could build her career on. The only snag in the plan was having her husband's hot arch nemesis and the man that haunted her fantasies serving as co-council.

 

[Indarkestknight]

There is something about the way he moves, strong and predatory, that sets him apart from other men. Even in the bar last night, it was clear from her first glimpse of him that he wasn't just some slob looking for a lay. He was a predator, on the prowl. Sure he'd said all the right words, and smiled just show, flashing those adonis good looks, and perfect, expensive white teeth, but there had been something behind the smile, a hunger to his eyes, that had been what had drawn her to him. That had been her first mistake, trusting the smile over that hunger.

Now before him on her hands and knees, she could feel it with every deep thrust, with the passion of his hard, fast strokes. It wasn't merely sex, or even what she would have termed fucking. No, this was like something from the animal planet, a wild, bestial, animal fucking. Like a tiger or a lion gives their mate.

Not like something humans do to one another. There was no concern for her feelings, no attempt to make her feel what was happening, it was like she was a sex toy he had dug up, some second hand pocket pussy, and was fucking for just the fun of it.

She should have seen that coming. He had been rough with her, rougher than most of the boys she hung with. She was used to it, to a certain level, but how many guys pulled out cuffs on the first. How many made her bend over a railing, and then fucked her like that.

Now he had her back at round two the next morning, taking her from behind, first thing in the morning, like she was just part of his exercise regiment.

He, for his part, couldn't have given a fuck what she thought. She was just exercise to him, something to keep up his interests between projects. The last slave had petered out a week ago, and he hadn't yet found a replacement. This one was fun, but certainly not up to his usual standards. Her pain tolerance was pitiful, and look at that face. Eh, pathetic. Still, the ass and breasts had been nice enough, and that'd been enough to hold him over. She also, he had to admit, bore some slight resemblance to a young woman from his office, the ice queen wife of his biggest competition for partner. Not that the man was any real competition. Limp dick even had his wife writing briefs for him. Pathetic. What was even better, the partners seemed to be catching on. They'd given him Eliza as co council on the latest case, and that meant she wouldn't be around to save David's ass anymore.

Almost absently, John looked down at the slut before him, slowing his pounding slightly as he heard his alarm clock begin to go off. Time to get up. Obligingly, she sped up, reaching over to push her head down into the covers as he upper his tempo, fucking her all that much faster. Release, when he chose it, was easy, and he came within a moment, parting from her without a second glance. He stepped off of the bed, and gestured mildly to his dresser.

"Cash is there, buy yourself a cab. Don't be here when I get home."

Nothing else was said, nothing else needed to be said. He'd had his fun, and that was as much as concerned him. He had work to do.

~~~~~~~~~​

Still languishing in unfulfilled dreams, David awoke, scratching himself absently as he wondered about Eliza, how she had left the bed so quickly. He really didn't know where the bitch got the energy. Still, he caught a passing glance of her naked ass moving down the hall, and that gave him ideas.

On general principle, David never liked fucking his wife. After as long as they'd been together, (what was it, 8, 10 years?) he was well past any actual desire for her. He was a lawyer, and by and large he could have any tail he wanted. Sometimes though, chasing it wasn't worth the catch, and this morning he felt that kind of mood coming on.

He arose from the bed, staggering towards the bathroom, and once there, roughly shoved himself into the shower beside her, trying how best to approach her. He was almost out of practice with this, he spent so much time away from home.

Deciding on the direct approach, he reached for her supple ass, smiling as he tried his best seductive tones, and failing miserably.

"Wanna Fuck?"

 

[YourDreamGirl]

"Really David?" Eliza asked. She was in to him sexually as much as he was into her which was barely at all. She smirked to herself thinking about what he could have been doing last night to save herself from this problem but then the thought only made her mad. There was times she did love having sex with him and him for that matter but this morning wasn't one of them. He wasn't that bad of a lay she could just tell that he wasn't into it as much as she was.

"What has you so randy this morning?" she asked sarcastically. Her body was still hot and turned on from her dream about John. And, with an imagination as good as hers she could easily swap between the two. David would just have to be silent as she fucked him. That thought caused her laugh and decide to say fuck it! Why not?

After all he was her husband and since she wasn't the type to sleep around she had to get from somewhere right? "Alright...but I want it from behind this time?" Eliza asked trying her best not to sound demanding but what she really wanted was her new partner in that shower beside her, smacking and gripping her ass while he drilled into her. She could tell that David was doing his best to sound alluring but it just wasn't happening.

Eliza pushed her ass back up against his crotch, teasing him with the smooth feeling of her wet skin up against him. She knew he didn't find her that attractive anymore but she always did get a kick out of teasing him. A slender arm reached behind her and cupped his balls in her hand as she ground her ass into him.

 

[Indarkestknight]

David had to smile, as he heard her words. Behind suited him just fine. It just made it that much easier to take his damned wife out of the equation, and focus on a quick and easy lay. When he felt her pushing herself against him though, that came as a surprise. She was never that forthright, not for a long time. Bitch didn't have it in her to ask for a good fucking, or so he'd thought. Leave it to her to prove him wrong.

Surprised her might have been, but David was plenty willing and able to make good on the offer. With her ass right there in front of him, he knew just how to take what he wanted. He reached over, firmly gripping her wide, and he had to admit sexy hip in his hands, and then pushed himself up into her, not bothering with any preamble. He never did. Foreplay was for women you wanted to come back for more. Eliza was a sure thing, and he didn't see the need to make her want more.

He was surprised then at the amount of heat that met his entry. Generally, the bitch was drier than sand, but this morning she was hot and raring to go. He easily pushed his seven inches into her, marveling at the sensation of it. For whatever reason she was wild and ready to fuck. That suited him fine.

Without a second thought, he set into it, taking her with a fast, brutal pace, designed to maximize his own pleasure, and minimize the amount of time this fucking would take. For David it was all about the fuck, and nothing to do with who he was fucking.

In David's mind he simply blanked over his wife's features, visualizing instead the intern he'd been having over the last couple of weeks, over 'business lunches' at the local Holiday Inn. Unlike his wife, the young Asian girl was hot, willing, and barely legal. She'd been happy to fuck a potential boss for a good referral, and David had been more than happy to write one for her, even as she'd serviced him under his desk. It was, to his mind at least, an ideal state of affairs. Of course the girl in question was not so well built as his wife, but she at least had the good sense to keep her mouth occupied with matters other than nagging about upcoming reports.

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Eliza let her fingers slide against the smooth wet surface of the shower tiles as he took her from behind. She was to happy that he skipped the foreplay. Eliza never found that to be his forte anyway. As he pounded his way into her she couldn't help but moan out her pleasure which wasn't easy to do considering she was thinking of John. Her head feel back onto to David's chest as her eyes shut tightly.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it Jo..." Eliza yelled out catching herself as she almost screamed John. Her teeth clinched her bottom lip and to save face she interlaced her fingers into David's and threw her ass back at him moaning "Jam me full babe!". And in a whisper said "I want it!"

She couldn't understand why she cared to fix her little slip up but she guessed the good girl in her wouldn't let her commit such blasphemy. Eliza swiveled her hips in small loops when he brought his to meet her. All the while imagining taking that cocky co-worker's cock in a conference room. David was getting the job done and in a matter of seconds his reward would be streaming down her legs and over his cock as he plowed into her. The thought had occurred to ask or rather beg David to man handle her ass but she knew he was to focused on his own pleasure.

With the increased vigor of his fucking her breast and hardened nipples were now mashed against the shower wall. The loud sound of their two bodies crashing together filled Eliza's ear until she couldn't stand it anymore and came. Her orgasm rocked through her like a wave crashing onto the rocks. "That's it! Oh Baby! Make cum all over that...." Eliza moaned out nearly collapsing as she did.

 

[Indarkestknight]

If David noticed the slip-up, he didn't say anything about it. Instead he kept up his own selfish pace, taking her against the wall as he tried to focus on the tight little asian slut in his mind. She'd been everything he'd wanted, and by comparison this one was old and worn out. Still, sex was sex, and when she told him she was coming, he increased his pace, unwilling to be left behind. Afterall, once the bitch had what she wanted, there was no way to know when he'd get his own release. Obviously, she didn't give a damn about whether he came.

Enjoying in the pleasure of the moment, David almost came inside her, but caught himself at the last. It wouldn't do to come inside her and create a baby. That was a complication their relationship did not need, and one that would make filing for divorce, if she ever decided to, a much more complicated matter. Better not to give her that sort of leverage.

Instead he pulled out at the last moment, uncaring of whether or not she got fulfillment from the moment, simply pulling loose, and resting his shaft on her back as he came, spurting three or four gouts of cum onto her back. He grunted with each, savoring the feeling of the moment, and having his first morning cum. This was the way to start the day.

Pushing past her, he reached for the soap, and without further comment began to clean himself, washing away her scent and their sex, and once done brushing past her towards the bedroom, off to put on his clothing. As far as he was concerned, nothing else needed to be said. He'd taken what he wanted, and that was that. She could either be grateful for the pity fuck, or go to hell for all he cared.

Dressing himself quickly, and with his usual somber style, David walked back through the house, yelling goodbye to his wife before he slid behind the wheel of his BMW and set off for work. She would come along in a few minutes, but he had a very strict policy on car pooling, and preferred to have his options open for an after work fuck. She could drive herself.

 

[YourDreamGirl]

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Eliza sighed satisfied but disappointed when he rushed out of the shower. Even though they weren't the same as when they first met she expected a little more than a "thank you mam" and goodbye from him. At this rate any hope of saving their relationship was slim to none and she wasn't even sure if she still wanted to save it. If it wasn't for her upbringing being taught that divorce is wrong as well as infidelity she would have left years ago.

She threw on her usual choice in undies which were now more pin up doll then woman in a practically sexless marriage. After throwing on her form fitting pencil skirt and a nice silk blouse almost sheer enough to see through she left. It was after all her first day working alongside the delectable sight of John and well she wanted to dress for the occasion. Her bright pink lace bra could be seen through her grey shirt in the right light.

As soon as Eliza made her way into the office she caught a few of the guys looking at her. She smiled, blushed a bit and then headed to her office. "Ice Queen" was her usual nick name around the office but today she melted in more ways then one. Her panties had gotten moist walking through the office in anticipation of work today. The cool air in the building combined with a simple lace bra didn't help shield her nipples from view either. But, what did she care? She only had one man on her mind.

 

[Indarkestknight]

John stepped into the office, his newest suit clinging in the all right ways to his strong, dominating physique. His hair was perfectly cropped, and he held a finely crafted leather briefcase in his right hand. His skin was tanned, and his eyes were bright and clear. He looked like every bit of the two hundred thousand he made a year.

The briefcase was mostly for show. John Gideon had few rules, but one of those was that work stayed at work. He never brought paperwork home with him. In truth he didn't need to. The man was a dynamo, one of the most promising up and comers that the law firm had to offer. He worked seven to ten cases at a time, and managed them all with an expert, refined eye.

Why he wasn't a partner already was anyone's guess. Stepping into his office, John laid his briefcase on his secretary's desk, reaching out a hand for the mornings memos. He received these and a cup of coffee from the young woman, who smiled warmly at him. He nodded curtly, stepping into his office without further comment.

Denise was a fine secretary, and quite effective at managing his varied needs, but he'd never seen any reason to complicate that relationship with anything beyond a civil work relationship. She was just too much work for what he wanted. As a result, he kept things cool and polite between them, and avoided
the tedium of that sort of interoffice romance. Fucking ones inferior was no real challenge as he saw it, and he had better things to interest him.

Speaking of which, he had the Mortimer Case today. With Miss Eliza, wife to that dumbass David. Now there was a more challenging, and far more interesting liaison to consider. Fucking her would not only be a true pleasure, but it would give him far more of a thrill for the figurative fucking he'd be giving her husband. A nice thought to consider.

Absently then, he tapped his intercom, speaking to Denise as he began to file through his morning paperwork.

"When she arrives, send Eliza in. She's scheduled for Nine, and our case prep should take most of the morning."

 

[YourDreamGirl]

"Excuse me...Mrs. Hardy, but your nine o'clock is ready for you" said a mildly flamboyant man peeking his head into her office. He was her secretary and yes she preferred male secretary's as opposed to female ones. Being in her position made that relationship combative, not to mention Eliza never really got along with other women. They either hated and idolized her or wanted a way in to fuck her husband with dreams of being the new Mrs. Hardy. All of which made her social life very dull. Not saying that she hadn't any friends just none without something swinging between their legs.

Eliza checked her pale pink lip color in her mirror one more time and pushed any hair that was out of place back in place before heading over to John's office. Her red bottom stiletto heels clicked as she leisurely walked to his office noticeably happier and even waiving to a few of her co-workers. As she approached his secretary she gave her a smile and the signal to keep her arrival a secret. Eliza was having a bit of fun and she deserved it or felt like she did.

"Knock...Knock" Eliza said with a smile leaning up against the entryway to his office. One hand was poised on her hip showing off her incredible figure.

"So do you dress this impressive for all the girls? Or...am I just special?" she spoke slightly flirting and with a casual smile. Eliza then shut the door and took a seat. Her eyes locked intently on his as she crossed her legs. The move made her form fitting pencil skirt even shorter, exposing a bit more of her body.

 

[Indarkestknight]

John glanced up as he heard Eliza's entrance, surprised to find her leaning against his door. As he considered her, and the amazing figure she presented, tightly wrapped beneath the seemingly mundane package of her business clothes. A baser part of his mind wondered absently if she was wearing panties beneath that tight skirt.

There was also something different about her. An flirtatious air that was far from her usual cool, aloof demeanor. She had the smile of a woman with secrets, and an attitude to match. It was something he found refreshing, and quite intriguing.

When she commented on his suit he could only smile, flashing his expensive and perfect teeth. The truth was he had picked out this specific suit, a dark blue number, hand stitched on Seville Row, because he'd heard she favored the color blue, and liked to impress. It did not fail to stroke his ego that she had noticed.

"I like to dress for the company I keep, as I see you do. Very nice."

He watched as she seated herself, his eyes watching the oh so sexy manner in which she crossed her leg, letting her skirt ride up tantalizingly to mid thigh. John was certain he would have enjoyed the full tour.

Turning his attentions away from her gorgeous legs, but lingering just long enough to let her know he'd seen, he directed his attentions to her eyes, spending a moment on admiring them before he spoke again, his tone strictly business now.

"So, as you know, we have the Spencer case to deal with today. The partners want it resolved quickly, quietly, and discretely. Mr Spencer is apparently going to attempt the governorship this year, and he'd just as soon not have his divorce proceedings on the new stand when that occurs. Unfortunately for us, Mr Spencer was caught cheating on his wife with another woman, and Mrs Spencer is inclined to be most unfavorable with regard to these proceedings."

The summation was simple and to the point. John knew Eliza had already familiarized herself with the case, he was simply laying out the facts for both of them to start from.

"So, the partners want us to settle, fast and quiet on the issue, and give her whatever she wants, provided she can take it quickly and quietly, not unlike how Mr Spencer's mistress has been doing for several years."

The last was a joke, crude but meant to lighten the conversation, and possibly open it up for more casual discourse. John was very interested in hearing Eliza's personal take on affairs, for somewhat less professional reasons.

"Whats your take on this Eliza?"

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Eliza paused for moment wondering if he meant that question personally for her or was he just discussing the case. It wasn't like it was hard to see that her husband was a star player for the adulterer's team. David didn't exactly try to hide it though out of respect for Eliza he did his best not to be brazen with his extra curricular activities.

"What is it that they say John?" she asked a slight devious smile on her face before she finished "Oh yea! Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned?".

She laughed waiting for him to answer if he was quizzing her personally or the wife's motives. Eliza watched him intently, analyzing every part of him for her own mental reference later when she'd sneak off to pleasure herself. One would be amazed at how many orgasms she was able to sneak into a day.

Eliza had half a mind to jump Gideon as he sat in that chair across from her but she kept her cool. Instead she just moved to sitting beside him on the edge of his desk and grabbed a the file from his desk nonchalantly looking it over before she turned to him.

"Well we just have to find a way to draw her attentions elsewhere. I see here that she is currently single. I highly doubt that." Eliza mused gripping her blouse where it met her cleavage, giving it a small tug as if to fan herself.

"I'll have a private detective get on that. If we can get evidence that she is well pardon me french...enjoying someone else's cock. We might be able to push her into a corner." Eliza paused thinking over her next few words very carefully. "I know I would have if I had the time to fool around" she joked taking a shot at her own marital troubles but more than that waiting to see if he would take the bait.

 

[Indarkestknight]

Her words are provocative and coarse. Cruder than John would have expected. She's always been the ice queen of the office, but something has her thawing for him today. Thats an unexpected, but exciting prospect to consider. He isn't quite sure if she's serious, or just having a major case of the flirts, but in either case he knows just how to handle that.

He smiles at her joke about fooling around, taking it as an opening as he reaches behind her to pluck a file from his desk, ostensibly to lay it out on the blotter, but also taking the opportunity to brush across her bare flesh. No nylons for her today, thats for sure. Her skin is warm and supple, ungodly soft to the mild touch.

As he savors this, and the scent of her so close, smelling of mild soaps, and only a dash of expensive perfume. The scents blend well with her natural scents, creating something that already has him horny as fuck. Not that he lets that show, not even for a second. As much as he might want to fuck her here and now, something makes him pull back, take him time with his approach. On some level he knows she wants him to make the first move, and thats all he needs to hold back.

Instead he plays it cool, laying the folder on the blotter before him, flipping to a page he knows will light her fire.

"We've got some testimony here from the husband that might corroborate that. He claims that the last six months of their marriage, she came home smelling of, and here I quote, 'Liquor and men'. He claims that she had cum stains on all her evening wear. Apparently, she was quite fond of servicing men in clubs, in the restrooms and what have you. If thats true, it shouldn't be hard to find her fucking for a good private dick, Assuming he can keep his own in his pants..."

He laid out the facts casually, enjoying the raunchiness of them, curious to see how she responded. He found the thought of some high priced trophy wife giving guys freebies in the john very enticing to think of, and it made him hard just to think about.

"Apparently she has quite a bit more spare time than you."