Spandex Secrets in the Suite

The fluorescent lights of my office hummed, casting a sterile glow over the mahogany desk and the scattered papers that represented a week’s worth of tedious spreadsheets. It was a soul-crushing afternoon, filled with the monotonous drone of phone calls and the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of keyboards from my colleagues. Just as my eyelids began to droop, a sharp rap at the door jolted me back to attention.

“Come in,” I said, my voice devoid of any inflection.

The door swung open, revealing my wife, Lacy, in a surprisingly provocative ensemble of tight, crimson spandex leggings and a form-fitting sports top. Her long, raven hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, emphasizing her athletic build, and a sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. It wasn't the usual attire for a Tuesday afternoon, but her eyes, dark and intense, held a clear invitation.

She didn’t bother with pleasantries, simply reaching behind her and locking the door with a decisive click. Leaning against it, she didn’t say a word, but her rapid, shallow breaths and the subtle tension in her muscles spoke volumes. The familiar heat of anticipation quickly spread through me, a welcome distraction from the day’s drudgery.

I rose from my chair, moving towards her with deliberate slowness. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, and pressed her lips against my neck in a slow, insistent kiss. “I want you,” she murmured, her voice a low, husky plea. My belt and pants were quickly unfastened and discarded as her hand, strong and confident, moved to find me already hardening under her touch.

As she began to stimulate me, her kisses continued, a constant reminder of her desire. “I love that you’re always ready to fulfill my every fantasy,” she moaned, her grip tightening. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she dropped to her knees, pulling my pants down with swift, efficient movements. Before me lay a tantalizing invitation, and I didn’t hesitate.

Her mouth descended upon my cock, a swift, decisive act of pleasure. She quickly drew back, her lips lingering on my skin for a moment before she began to pump rhythmically, her hands working with an expert understanding of what I craved. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of heat and pressure, and I responded with gasping breaths and involuntary moans. “Mmmm, baby, you’re so good at this,” I managed to stammer out, lost in the moment.

“I love sucking your big cock,” she continued, her voice thick with pleasure. “I love how it fills my mouth and rubs my throat.” In truth, my cock wasn't overly large, perhaps just average in size, but her words held a potent magic. She knew exactly how to make me forget my worries, my frustrations, everything but the intense pleasure she was delivering.

Lacy paused, pulling away slightly, her eyes searching mine. "Not yet," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. Slowly, she began to build the pressure again, teasing me with her restraint before unleashing a torrent of sensation. Soon, my body was trembling, my muscles straining, and I knew the inevitable was approaching. “Fuuuck. You little tease!” I cried out, unable to hold back the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

Turning her attention to me, she moved to a more intimate position, kneeling behind me and gently stroking my lower back with her hand. As she did, she reached for the small bottle of lubricant I kept in my desk drawer, a souvenir from one of her more explicit sexts. With a swift movement, she applied the slick liquid to her fingers, preparing for the next stage of our shared pleasure.

“I want you to fuck me,” she stated, her voice laced with a desperate need. I obliged, my own hands finding their way to her back, caressing her skin with a reverence born of deep desire. Reaching for my own pleasure, I quickly unzipped my trousers, my body eager to respond to her touch. I plunged inside her, pushing myself deep into the warm, yielding depths of her vagina.

“Not there, baby,” she whispered, her voice muffled by her own pleasure. “In my ass. I want you to fuck my ass.” It was a request I had resisted before, but her intense gaze and the undeniable heat in her body made it impossible for me to refuse. She arched her back, allowing me access to her anal opening, and I hesitated for only a moment before sliding my cock inside.

The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating. The cool, moist interior of her rectum was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body, but the pleasure was undeniable. As I continued to penetrate her, she writhed and moaned, her muscles contracting in response to my thrusts. Her hand reached under her, grasping her clitoris and pulling it taut, intensifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

“Mmmm, so good,” she moaned, her voice choked with ecstasy. Her body arched further, and I could feel her pussy juices flowing freely, lubricating our bodies and intensifying the sensations. Her hand remained fixed on her clitoris, providing constant stimulation as I pushed deeper into her.

As the pleasure reached its peak, she gasped, her body shaking uncontrollably. “I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” she cried out, her voice filled with a primal release. The waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me weak and spent.

“I’m gonna cum too, baby,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse with exertion. “Where do you want it?” She responded by gripping my hands tighter, her eyes pleading for my attention. "Yes! Cum in my ass!"

With a final surge of adrenaline, I plunged my cock back into her rectum, pushing myself further until my orgasm erupted in a torrent of pleasure. As the waves subsided, she released her grip on my hands, reaching under her to rub and pull my balls against her hot, wet pussy.

After a moment of shared intimacy, we pulled away, grabbing tissues from my desk drawer to wipe away the excess fluids. Laughter bubbled up from our lips as we looked at each other, both exhausted and utterly satisfied.

She stood up, smoothing down her spandex leggings, and turned to leave. “I’ll see you after work,” she said, her voice filled with affection. As she stepped out of my office, I leaned back in my chair, a wave of contentment washing over me. It had been a long, arduous day, but a single afternoon of unadulterated pleasure had erased all traces of fatigue. Looking around my sterile, impersonal office, I knew that this moment, this shared experience, was worth more than all the spreadsheets in the world.

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