Worn Out, Sweet Surrender

The scent of lavender and desperation hung heavy in the air as I typed out my message to Gary, a blush creeping up my neck. "Can I bring your lunch to you at the office? I missed giving you a goodbye kiss this morning." The quick response, barely a minute later, sent a jolt of heat through me. "I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful in that dead sleep." A small, satisfied smile curved my lips as I typed back, "Of course I was in a dead sleep. You wore me out with all the things you did to me last night!" His reply, dripping with pleasure, confirmed my suspicions: I’d pushed him to the absolute limit. "It was a pleasure. I hope you don’t feel too sore today, baby."

Before formulating my reply, a wicked thought took root in my mind. A little clench of my pussy and a rubbing together of my thighs told me precisely what I needed – more. I could never get enough of him, and the idea of a playful rendezvous at his office was too tempting to resist.

“I’m okay,” I replied, injecting a touch of humor into the message. “I can at least walk to my car and into your office to bring you some lunch, lol. See you soon, darling!”

Equipped with a small cooler packed with a healthy lunch and a few delectable snacks, I practically sprinted to the master bedroom. Trading my usual comfy shorts and top for a flirty pink sundress with a sweetheart neckline, I felt a surge of confidence. The skirt swirled around my knees as I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way the dress framed my breasts. It was one of Gary’s favorites, and the thought of seeing his reaction sent a shiver down my spine. White sneakers completed the look, paired with a simple, yet elegant, makeup application. A final check of my purse and lunchbox, and I was ready for my mission.

As I approached the office building, I noticed a few curious glances thrown my way. A few colleagues, some of whom had been eyeing Gary lately, gave me knowing smiles. But I ignored them, focusing on my goal: delivering lunch to my husband and indulging in a little bit of playful teasing.

Peeking through the slightly ajar door of his office, I was greeted by the sight of Gary, clad in a crisp white dress shirt and a navy blue tie. He looked utterly devastating, and my pulse quickened. "Is Mr. Baymont in?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness.

Gary’s eyes lit up as he turned to face me. “Baby! Come in.” A genuine smile stretched across his face, and I couldn't help but feel a little giddy. "I was instructed by Mrs. Baymont to deliver your lunch," I announced, launching into my carefully crafted roleplay. “She couldn’t make it.”

Gary, ever the professional, accepted my explanation with a polite nod. "Oh! I’m sorry, though I do appreciate you doing it for her. Did she give you any message?"

“Well,” I said slowly, savoring the moment, “Not directly, but when I saw her, I thought she looked very tired. In a good way. As in, a well-fucked way.” I raised an eyebrow suggestively, letting the implication hang in the air.

A chuckle escaped Gary's lips, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. "She turns me into an animal in bed," he confessed, a hint of bashfulness in his voice. “I am so lucky to have a wife like her.”

“Or maybe she’s lucky to have a man like you to ravage her to absolute exhaustion,” I retorted, leaning closer.

“Um, thank you, miss,” Gary cleared his throat, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. He looked like a man struggling to maintain composure while simultaneously basking in the memory of the intense passion we had shared just hours before.

I turned and gracefully exited his office, leaving the door slightly ajar. A surprised expression crossed Gary’s face as he watched me walk away, and I couldn't resist the urge to add a little extra spice to the situation. Slowly, my hips swaying rhythmically, I approached him, closing the distance between us.

“Were you looking forward to seeing her when she brought your lunch?” I asked, my voice laced with playful seduction. “Maybe you thought she’d be up for a little office fun, like the naughty wife she is.”

Gary caught on quickly, his eyes widening with anticipation. “Oh! I’m sorry, though I do appreciate you doing it for her. Did she give you any message?”

“Well . . .,” I paused for dramatic effect, letting my gaze linger on his lips, “Not directly, but when I saw her, I thought she looked very tired. In a good way. As in, a well-fucked way.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively, letting the implication hang in the air.

Pleased, Gary chuckled, taking the cooler from my hands. “She makes me feel like a man,” he confided, a genuine admiration in his voice. “I am so lucky to have a wife like her.”

“Or maybe she’s lucky to have a man like you to ravage her to absolute exhaustion,” I rejoined, leaning in closer.

“Um, thank you, miss,” Gary cleared his throat, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. He looked like a man struggling to maintain composure while simultaneously basking in the memory of the intense passion we had shared just hours before.

I turned and shut his office door, not locking it. A surprised, intrigued look came over his face as he realized my intention, and I couldn’t resist the urge to push the boundaries a little further. Slowly, my hips swaying a little, I approached him, closing the distance between us.

“Were you looking forward to seeing her when she brought your lunch?” I asked, my voice dripping with seduction. “Maybe you thought she’d be up for a little office fun, like the naughty wife she is.”

Gary caught on quickly, his eyes widening with anticipation. “Oh! I’m sorry, though I do appreciate you doing it for her. Did she give you any message?”

“Well . . .,” I paused for dramatic effect, letting my gaze linger on his lips, “Not directly, but when I saw her, I thought she looked very tired. In a good way. As in, a well-fucked way.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively, letting the implication hang in the air.

Pleased, Gary chuckled, taking the contents of the cooler and handing them to me. “She knows exactly how to please me,” he confessed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I am so lucky to have a wife like her.”

“Or maybe she’s lucky to have a man like you to ravage her to absolute exhaustion,” I retorted, leaning in closer, my hand reaching out to gently tug on his tie. "Did you imagine she’d come in like this, maybe kiss you and get you all hot and hard, and then take your cock out and suck you until you nutted all over her face?"

Gary breathed in deeply, his eyes locking onto mine, a mix of desire and confusion swirling within them. “You’re . . . you’re not supposed to talk to me like that,” he remonstrated weakly, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “I’m a married man.”

“But your wife isn’t here,” I reminded him, my voice soft and persuasive. “She’s waiting at home, eager to hear all about how you took advantage of your hot young neighbor who was so happy to run an errand for her.” My breathing quickened, and my hands crept up his chest, tracing the contours of his body as I brought my lips close to his. “I bet every man in this office was staring at you when you walked in; maybe they could see through your dress when you came in through those big glass doors, and they realized you weren’t wearing underwear. I can guarantee every one of them got hard watching you go by, your tight, round ass swaying, flaunting your curves to the entire building.”

Gary’s eyes widened in response to my suggestive words, and he seemed to forget his role as a respectable businessman. "You're a little tease, you know that?" he husked out, his hands now finding my waist and rubbing up my back and down to palm my firm, smooth ass. “You knew I’d buckle the second I saw you in this tantalizing little sundress.”

“You like me in a sundress?” I asked coyly, pulling him closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Don’t you?”

“God, yes—” he began, then stopped abruptly, his hand plunging into my dress and pulling it down just enough to reveal my ample cleavage. “You’re wearing a bit too much for the office, baby.” He chuckled, then continued to tease me, slowly working his way down my body as he took me in with his gaze.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his voice a low rumble, as he pulled me closer still, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my nipples. “You’re making me lose control, you know that?”

As I stood between his legs, one of my hands racing down to rub his crotch, I felt the heat building within me, both from the excitement and the anticipation of what was to come. He was growing beneath his slacks, a sign that his desire was reaching its peak. The air crackled with unspoken desires as we drew closer, the tension palpable between us.

Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer. “Get up,” he ordered breathlessly, his voice laced with urgency. He claimed my mouth again with an impassioned kiss, tongue tangling with mine. Then he spun me around so I was bent over his desk, and I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick cock. The sight of it sent shivers down my spine, confirming my suspicions that he was indeed as passionate as I had hoped.

Gary's eyes glittered with lust as he looked at me, and he seemed to relish the opportunity to express his desires. "This is for being a seductive little slut, tempting a married man!" he exclaimed sternly, flinging my dress up.

I wiggled for him, delighted by his little growl of lust as he found me naked under my dress. The feeling of exposure was exhilarating, and I relished the sensation of his gaze upon me. He continued to tease me, his fingers sliding over my pussy, which was slick and eager, as he brought me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“Oh my God, sweetheart! You’re just drooling at the thought of my dick, aren’t you?” he whispered, tapping my butt with the tip of his penis. “Okay then, you’re going to get it! All of it!”

With a final, desperate plea, I surrendered to his desires, and he plunged into me with a fervor that left me breathless. His hands gripped my breasts, my head thrown back on his shoulder as we both lost ourselves in the moment. My screams of pleasure echoed through the office, a testament to the raw, uninhibited passion we shared. The world outside faded away as we focused solely on each other, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me, baby!” I cried, encouraging him by bouncing my ass, my body convulsing with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me further and further into the depths of ecstasy. I loved being claimed by him, feeling his dominance and his pleasure, and letting him take control of my senses.

"I love feeling you cum all over me!" he gasped, his voice choked with pleasure, as he continued to bombard me with his pent-up desires. His hips began to shake, and the heat intensified, pushing me to the very edge of oblivion.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Get up," he ordered breathlessly, his voice hoarse with exertion. He claimed my mouth again with an impassioned kiss, tongue tangling with mine. Then he spun me around so I was bent over his desk, and I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick cock. It was time to deliver on his promise, and I eagerly awaited his touch.

As he started pounding me, sliding over my G-spot and making me moan, I knew that this was more than just a physical encounter; it was a release of pent-up desires, a celebration of our forbidden connection. I continued to scream and writhe, begging him for more, until he finally satisfied his every whim.

The world blurred into a haze of pleasure and pain, as I lost myself completely in the moment. With each thrust, my body responded, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Finally, he pulled me upright, and we embraced, clinging to each other in a desperate attempt to hold onto the intensity of our encounter.

"You're a real wild one," he said softly, nuzzling into my hair.

"You know it," I replied, my voice still trembling from the experience. "You know it."

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