Burner Phones

My assignment was to buy the burner phones. I'm an unremarkable middle-aged guy, married with two adult children. My wife Lauren and I live in a normal house and have normal jobs, yet there I was circling some of the sketchier streets of Raleigh, NC in a Toyota Camry, trying to avoid being recognized. How did I get there? Well, it's complicated.

A WEEK LATER

"I've waited a long time for this," I whispered in Kelly's ear from behind, pulling her hips back towards my bulging crotch, as I started to nibble her earlobe.

"Oh God," responded Kelly quietly and nervously, her fingertips trembling on the desk in front of her. "Are you sure everyone else is gone?"

Kelly and I work for a small biotech company. Our coworkers had gone home for the day, and we were the only ones left in the office. It didn't matter that I was married or that she was married. I've wanted to fuck her for the longest time, and now that I realized she wanted it too, I wasn't going to wait a minute longer.

"If anyone is still here, then they can watch," I said with a single-mindedness that made her spin around and drop her jaw.

"You naughty boy!" replied Kelly lustfully. God, she looked beautiful, with her playful blue eyes set against her dark brown hair. A stray gray streak and a few light wrinkles somehow made her even hotter, as did the ring on her finger.

"I think naughty is what you like," I said, as I suddenly lifted her onto her desk and ripped open her blouse, eliciting a gasp.

I pushed her onto her back and fondled her through her lacy bra, causing her to moan. I undid the clasp and massaged her warm, bare breasts and sucked her hard nipples, as she bit her lip and writhed underneath me.

I then reached between her thighs and rubbed her muff through her matching lace panties, sensing the moist heat underneath. To Hell with foreplay. Maybe next time. With both hands, I yanked her panties down forcefully, snagging them on one of her high heels. She kicked them off and spread her amazing legs for me. The sight of my gorgeous coworker, with blouse and bra open, skirt hiked up, and nothing else on but thigh high stockings and heels was more incredible than I had ever imagined, and I had imagined pretty well and pretty often.

As I started to unbuckle my belt, Kelly propped herself up on her arms and palms with her fingers pointed backwards. I unzipped my fly and pulled down my boxer briefs, freeing my hungry member. Kelly's expression suggested that my cock was much longer and thicker than her husband Ryan's.

She started panting and begged, "Fuck me... Please."

I immediately positioned myself between her legs and guided myself to her honey hole. I stroked the head of my shaft up and down her pubic hair until I felt her slippery slit. I continued up and down, lubricating my cock head. God, she was wet.

While my right hand worked my cock, my left hand lifted Kelly's chin so that our eyes locked. Inch by inch, I violated her married pussy, her eyes and mouth getting wider as I slowly pushed deeper inside her.

Kelly let out an animalistic groan as I contacted her cervix. I almost came right then but managed to suppress it. I began to thrust in and out of her hot soaking cunt. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck...," she cried out louder and louder as I thrust faster and faster. Neither of us was going to last much longer.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she suddenly screamed as a massive orgasm hit her in waves. She kept moaning and bucking, causing me to lose control.

"Ummgh! Ummmgh. Ummmmmgh. Ummmmmmgh," I grunted as I emptied my load into my married coworker.

I lay on top of her, both of us out of breath, my cum dripping from Kelly's pussy onto her desk.

We locked eyes again, and I said to her, "So?"

"Fucking spectactular," Kelly replied, as we smirked at each other. We lay there for a good while, basking in the afterglow, and started to drift off.

"David?" asked Lauren. "David," Lauren continued, now prodding.

"Huh?" I responded, slightly confused.

"It's almost 8:30. I need to get to work," said my wife.

"Oh sorry, Honey," I replied, as I rolled off of her. Lauren and I didn't have sex that often anymore. She hit menopause a couple of years ago, but really, we weren't that active before then. When we do get the occasional urge to enjoy each other, the sex is fine. Just...fine. We've been with each other for twenty-six years, and sex for us has been routine for a long while.

I'm not complaining. I love Lauren. She's a lovely lady, a great mom, and a wonderful life partner. To describe our sex life, I wouldn't characterize it as stale, although no doubt many would. I think "comfortable" is a better word for it. Neither of us is very adventurous in bed, so we never got into role playing or toys or anything like that. Lauren never bitches or seems frustrated, so I assume that either I meet her needs adequately or that she takes care of business by herself when she's home alone.

As for me, when I have sex with Lauren, I just imagine that I'm fucking Margot Robbie or Paige Spiranac or Mina Kimes or Deanna Troi or the golf course beverage cart babe or whoever, and I get off pretty easily. Today, it was my coworker Kelly.

Some of how I described Kelly is true, like the gray streak in her hair and the wrinkles, but truthfully, she isn't actually hot. She's a perfectly average looking woman in her early fifties, mildly attractive in a lady next door kind of way. Hey, if you're going to fantasize, you might as well embellish a bit (or a lot). Plus, a woman doesn't need to be gorgeous for you to dream about fucking her, right? Who among us hasn't fantasized about normal everyday women?

Speaking of fantasy, I don't have a big cock either. 5 1/2 inches, and that's only if I cheat a little by jamming the ruler into my pubic bone. Like probably almost every other normally endowed guy, I wish that I had a big dick and could make a woman cum with just my cock. I haven't been able to achieve that in 53 years, so I'm not holding my breath on that one.

After Lauren took a quick shower and headed off to work, I did the same, making it to the office around 9:45.

I put my stuff down and went to the pantry to get some coffee.

"Banker's hours now, bud?" chided my coworker Albert.

"I bet he got some again this morning," joked Matt.

"No doubt," agreed Jack.

Kelly and my other female coworkers Emma, Grace, and Priya looked at me and then at each other and giggled.

I just shrugged my shoulders, grabbed some coffee, and made a beeline back to my office.

The eight of us are quite the crew, having been together for over twenty years now. Emma, Grace, Priya, Albert, Jack, and I met in the PhD program at N.C. State. After we all got our doctorates, we founded a startup company. Kelly and Matt came on board a year later to help us with the business side, so the rest of us could concentrate on the science. Our company eventually got bought by one of the huge global biotech firms, but thankfully our parent corporation let us keep doing our own thing, just under their umbrella.

Having been around each other for so long, the office atmosphere is more like an adult dorm. We get our work done, but over the years we've played party games, executed elaborate practical jokes, argued about politics, celebrated births, bonded over medical scares, and ordered countless pizzas. In our younger days, the office gatherings could get, let's say, lively. One time, the guys even managed to rope the gals into a game of strip poker, which Emma ended unilaterally after she was dealt a couple of bad hands in a row.

We've since mellowed out a lot, with everyone now married and most of us with grown children. But we have an openness with each other that's been earned with time. We feel equally secure in discussing sensitive topics, like when Matt told us about his son's opioid addiction, as we do being on the receiving end of wisecracks, which are plentiful. I think each of us feels very fortunate to have such a tight knit group of peers. Close friends, really.

Emma and Jack actually married each other back when we were all in grad school. Emma is probably the smartest out of all of us. She's certainly the bossiest. I don't know what it is about short women, but doesn't it seem like they tend to take charge and get what they want? There have been so many times during arguments that I've wanted to slap her, but in almost every instance I ended up thinking to myself, "Damn. Emma was right."

Jack is nothing like Emma. He's a big teddy bear with a constant grin. Just a happy person that everyone enjoys being around. The rest of us thought the two of them were an odd match, but they've obviously proven us wrong.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

We four boys were shooting the bull after work, talking about our wives and sex and stuff. Jack then asked us, "Hey, have you guys ever thought about fucking Emma?"

After a few seconds of very uncomfortable silence, Albert, Matt, and I simultaneously stammered some form of "What? No! I would never do that to you, man," each of us lying through his teeth.

Jack replied, "Hey, relax guys. It doesn't bother me. It's natural. Look, I'll be candid and admit that I've thought about your wives before. Harmless thoughts. It's not like I would actually do anything. C'mon, I just want to know. Who's thought about Emma?"

It was one thing for Jack to admit thinking about our wives. He was bigger and stronger than the rest of us, and any of us would almost certainly lose a physical fight with him. On the flip side, I'm sure each of us was kind of afraid about what Jack would do if we admitted what he was asking us to admit.

Reluctantly, I slowly raised my hand. Emma could be annoying, but she wasn't bad to look at. Plus, I have a thing for redheads. My first crush all the way back in grade school was a redhead. The days when Emma and I had disagreements in the office often resulted in me fantasizing about her later that night.

"It can't be done that way, David," Emma admonished.

"Why not? What difference does it make?" I pushed back.

"[Blah, blah, blah]... Why can't you see that? Are you blind?" Emma responded, her questions sounding more like declarations than inquires.

"I can't see anything except a smoking hot redhead that I want to fuck right here and now," I replied.

"You wish. You don't have the stones," teased Emma.

With that, I moved towards her, invading her space. She put her hands up, ready to push me away, but I engulfed her petite body and pressed my lips hard against hers. She resisted briefly, but soon our tongues were intertwined in an intense kiss. God, I wanted this bitch so bad.

I grabbed her small hand, guided it to my large hard-on and declared, "You know you want this, and I'm about to give it to you," as she started hyperventilating.

I pushed her against the conference table, with her back facing me, and bent her over as I started to undo my pants. After freeing my rock-hard cock, I lifted Emma's skirt and pulled her thong to the side, giving me unfettered access to her stunning ginger bush. I lined up my throbbing dick at her rear entrance, ready to fuck her married brains out.

"Wait!" Emma cried out, "I've never been taken from behind. I'm always on top. I'm the one who's in charge! Always!"

"Not this time, you little cunt," I announced, as I buried all of my eight inches inside her steaming wet snatch, causing her to shriek with pleasure.

Emma's mouth was agape as I fucked her hard from behind, pinning her wrists behind her back. Her hips started to match my rhythm, as she began to drool from her open mouth onto the conference table.

"Who's the boss?" I demanded.

"You," she replied meekly.

"Say my name," I commanded.

"David," Emma whispered.

"What was that?" I asked, although I had heard her just fine.

"David," Emma responded with a bit more volume.

"Who's the Boss?"

"David."

"Who's YOUR Boss?"

"David."

"David."

Emma was now matching my thrusts both physically and verbally, saying my name every time I reached maximum penetration into her.

"David.................. David.................. David.......... David........ David...... David..... David... David.. David. Oh God! David!!!" Emma screamed as she climaxed, her legs buckling so hard that I had to hold her up.

I grabbed her hips and took every dismissive look, every snide remark, and every haughty laugh that Emma ever gave me and channeled it back into her admittedly incredible pussy. I was just about to creampie her but at the last second decided to do her the ultimate indignity. I pulled out of her, spun her around, pushed her onto the floor facing me, and aimed my primed cock at her face.

As I gave myself the final few strokes, Emma pleaded, "David, No!" as the first thick spurt of my hot cum hit her forehead with force, making her gasp out loud. Several more spurts followed, my cum dribbling from her sexy red bangs down her shocked face.

"There you go, David. Thank you," said Jack. "Who else?"

Matt raised his hand, but Albert froze.

"C'mon Al," said Jack, "don't worry, it's fine. Just tell me. Yes or no?"

When Albert nodded sheepishly, Jack's expression suddenly turned angry. He made a huge fist, drew his arm back, and then...busted out laughing, as Albert cowered in a heap. "Gotcha!" Jack snickered, as the four of us began cracking up so hard that it hurt.

When the guys got together after work, the ladies in the office would sometimes do a girls' night out, as they did that evening. With the drinks flowing, Emma got up the courage to ask, "Have any of you ever had an affair?"

Surprisingly, none of the other women blinked.

"Not me," said Priya.

"Me either, although I fantasize about it," said Grace.

"I did one time," volunteered Kelly, "Ryan and I hit a bad patch several years ago, and I hooked up with a guy on Tinder. I regret it. It's not that I felt guilty. I mean, um, I felt a little bit guilty, but at the time Ryan and I were barely speaking to each other. I never did anything like that again after we reconciled. Anyway, the sex wasn't that great, and I felt icky afterwards, lying next to a complete stranger that I didn't care about. Thank God, I insisted he wear a condom."

"What if the sex had been amazing?" asked Grace, half-jokingly.

"Well, [long pause]," replied Kelly, after which Grace, Emma, and Priya looked at each other, giggling like school girls.

"So, you've fantasized about it," said Emma towards Grace, "but would you actually do it?"

"I used to tell myself never," responded Grace, matter of factly, "but now I don't know." Grace's expression grew more serious, as if she was about to spill some beans. "Being an Asian wife, you're kind of treated like an object," explained Grace. "You're expected to cook dinner, clean the house, look pretty on your husband's arm, and then do what you're told, including putting out. It's 2025 in America, but in my house, I feel like I'm in male-dominated Korea," she continued, as Priya nodded in agreement.

"But you married a white guy," countered Emma, ever the debater.

"Look, Jeff and I are fine. Jeff is a good guy," replied Grace, "It's just that I feel like he married me not for me but because he liked the idea of having an Asian wife. And I admit that I've pretty much enabled him all these years. I do cook. I do clean. I'm not pretty, but I generally do what he says, and I give him sex when he wants it."

"What are you talking about?" Kelly interjected, "You're very pretty."

Priya and Emma voiced their agreement.

"In fact, I'm ready to jump your bones right now," Kelly offered, causing the four of them to laugh out loud.

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate the kind words," replied Grace. She continued, "I'm just saying that if the right opportunity came along, and I felt that the guy was really into me, like actually into me as a person, then I wouldn't rule it out."

"Priya?" shifted Emma.

Priya began, "I never even considered it. But recently, many of my aunties and uncles have passed away, and most of them were in arranged marriages like mine, and the more that I think about things, the more I'm afraid of dying without really living."

She continued, "People probably think I'm living the dream. I have a stable marriage, three accomplished children, a nice house, a great career, and all of that. But do you know that I've never been in love with someone? I've never had sex that was more than just obligatory. My life with Arjun is comfortable but not really loving. Neither of us got to choose."

"I can't fathom that," Emma chimed in.

"Neither can I," added Kelly.

Grace stayed quiet. Even though she was able to choose her spouse, Grace knew that many of her older relatives didn't have that privilege. Grace had always wondered if she and her brother were products of an arranged marriage, but her parents always brushed aside such talk without ever actually denying it.

Priya continued, "No way am I going to go on Tinder after what Kelly said, but I'm not going to deny myself the opportunity to fall in love and have passionate sex before I kick it, even if it happens in a nursing home!" as the four ladies roared with laughter.

"Well girls, it's been fun as always," Emma said abruptly, "Jack is waiting up for me, so I need to get..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," interrupted Kelly, "You're not leaving without contributing."

"Contributing to what?" replied Emma, feigning obliviousness.

"Are you going to tell us whether you've ever cheated on Jack?" asked Grace.

Emma remained mum as she stood up.

"You cheated on Jack???" said Priya.

"Nope," Emma responded curtly, as she bolted for the exit.

"No, you've never cheated or No, you're not going to tell us?" Kelly called out, as Emma whisked herself out the door, pretending not to hear.

A half hour later, Emma arrived home and, as she had told the girls, Jack was waiting up for her. She locked the front door behind her, hung up her coat, kicked off her shoes, and plopped down on the sofa.

Jack rumbled downstairs and said anxiously, "And?"

Emma looked at her husband with a fiendish grin and replied, "I think we actually might be able to pull this off."