Printer whirs in the corner. Coffee aroma clashes with my floral perfume. Open-space buzzes. Phones ring. Clicks of mice echo. I glance up from patient files. Arnaud’s there. New guy from the Association. Lagoon-green eyes pierce me. Southern accent warms his hello. He’s ten years younger. Svelte. Godlike. Handles cases like a pro, but I doubt him. Prejudiced bitch, I know. But those dimples. That smile. My heart races.
Weeks pass. Mornings drag. I prep dad’s care logs at my desk. Arnaud rotates shifts. Hope surges when he’s assigned. We chat football. My husband coaches juniors. Arnaud knows him. Irks me. “Girlfriend?” I blurt. He teases. Dodges. Heat floods my cheeks. I hide. Love him already. Insane. Married. Three girls. Eldest a teen wildcat. But his gaze lingers on my cleavage. Bent over files. Ass when I walk. Innocent thrills. I slim down. New skirts. Heels. Marie-Noelle styles me sexy. Hubby notices. Mom suspects.
The Building Tension
Jealousy hits. Daughter Magali joins once. They bond. Gut punch. Pray for relief. Nurse chief drops: Arnaud requests our ‘route’ more. My route. Me. Hope ignites. Dreams flood. His face in bed with hubby. Orgasms rocket. Fiancée reveal crushes at party. Tears. Depression. Drugs. Then: they broke up. Bal 15 août invite. I go. Glam dress. No panties almost. Dance floor. Grind him. His cock hardens fast. New girl again. Humiliation. Rage.
Back at office. Conference room. Door clicks shut. Locked. “Sorry about the ball,” he says. Bises on cheeks. Familiar now. “Genevieve’s jealous.” Rage boils. I turn. He grabs waist. “Only think of you since.” Lips crash. Tongue invades. Soft at first. I melt. Hand gropes tit. Squeezes ass. Mom’s footsteps? No, colleague printer outside. I push back. Too late. Lust wins.
The Explosive Release
Table edge digs my thighs. Skirt hikes. Panties yanked. His zipper rasps. Cock springs. Thick. Veiny. “Fuck, Carole, you’re soaked.” Dirty whisper. Southern drawl. I gasp. “Shut up. Quick.” He thrusts. Raw. No condom. Fills me. Desk shakes. Papers fly. Mouse clicks distant. Coffee lingers. Perfume chokes. Slaps echo. Wet slaps. Pussy grips. “Harder, boy.” I hiss. Nails rake back. He grunts. Pounds. Balls slap ass. Tension snaps. Adrenaline spikes. Caught? Door locked. Thrill.
Orgasm builds. Brutal. Stars burst. “Cum inside,” I beg. Forbidden. He groans. Jets hot. Floods me. Collapses. Panting. Cum drips thigh. I straighten skirt. Wipe desk. Lipstick smears fixed. Hair smoothed. Perfume spritz. “Meeting now.” Cool voice. Door unlocks. Click. I stride out. Colleagues nod. Back to files. Smile pro. Hubby texts. Love you. Guilt flickers. But glow warms. Luxure hidden. Ambitious mask on. Heart pounds. His seed leaks. Secret thrill.