The Affair You Wish U Had: Fishnets

If this is your first read, let me catch you up. This is the real life diary of a steamy year-long workplace affair between myself and my colleague. There are 11 other stories just like this: go back and find them if you like this one.

This is what happened the time we managed to unexpectedly get away for 24 hours together, and the festival of fucking that followed.

A last-minute cancellation by a colleague suddenly gifts us a window of time together in another city. There's not much time to prepare, but when you're having a hot-as-fuck illicit affair, you take every chance you can get.

We drive down together, but we're both still on the clock so the car ride is filled with client calls and case discussions. We normally fool around when we're driving but for once, we manage to keep our hands to ourself for the entire two hour trip.

Even so, we're running late for the evening client function by the time we pull up at our hotel. I check in while you park, and then we ride the elevator up to our fourth floor apartment together. The anticipation is growing, as it does when we're about to be alone together. Checking into a hotel with you is one of my top 5 favourite things to do, these days. My pussy throbs as you tap the card to enter our apartment, as though all the blood in my body has rushed there.

You dump your bag in the smaller of the two bedrooms and go check out the suite. We've got 15 minutes to change, freshen up, and get back into a taxi. I drop my bag in the other bedroom, then step out into the hallway. You're waiting there for me. There's always this moment when I'm not sure if it's real, every time. Are we really going to do this? Do we actually have the nerve? Is this crazy? Of course it is. My hands tremble as you take a step towards me. I'm sick with lust for you, as always, but the good girl in me is acutely aware of the time.

You reach your arms around me and grab my ass, squeezing it and at the same time hauling me close to you. It turns me on how much bigger you are than me, makes me feel like a tiny little plaything you could do anything to. You lean down and kiss me hard on the mouth. I start kissing you back, biting your full bottom lip and exploring inside with my tongue. Suddenly, I remember why we're here.

"Stop. We can't, we'll be late!" I remind you. "I still need to shower."

You reach your hand towards my fly and unzip it without saying a word. You pull your shirt over your head and throw it to the ground in the hallway, where we're still standing. Shit. I'm in trouble now. I can't resist you shirtless. Your toned, hairy chest is a major weakness of mine. Fuck it.

"Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone?" I whisper.

You unzip your jeans. Your dick falls out, big and hard and beautiful. My mouth starts watering as you step out of your jeans and walk to the bathroom. I strip off and follow you. We step into the shower, in the darkened bathroom, and get under the hot gushing water together.

You pull me roughly towards you, mashing our bodies together and kissing my neck and ear. My body tingles all over and I'm desperate for you to touch me. I grab your hand and pull it down towards my dripping cunt, pressing your fingers into my hole. With your other hand, you turn me around, squashing my tits into the cool shower wall.

Your hand travels around to my clit and you start to rub me from the front, while you finger fuck me deep and hard from behind. The feeling of your two hands on me, one from each direction, drives me insane. I'm pinned there, trapped and squirming, and I love it. I push back into your hand, grinding down on your palm while you work my clit until I can't take it any more. I cum, knees almost giving out under the hot stream.

You turn the water off and get out abruptly. I follow. You know what you need. You push me to the ground in front of you, grabbing your dick in one hand and the back of my head with the other. I kneel on the bathmat as you put your cock to my parted lips and push it inside. I take you all in, swallowing as much as I can as you groan loudly. I can feel your legs tremble. I have an idea.

I kneel lower and begin to stroke you from below. That sensitive skin between your balls and your asshole is what I'm after. I deep throat your dick hard as I stroke you without stopping, one hand immediately after the other. It's like magic. You start to lose control in no time. There's only one problem. From this angle, I can't really breathe. I can tell you're close, so I don't want to stop, but I'm getting lightheaded. My mouth is full of cock and my nose is blocked by your damp skin, creating a vacuum seal. Your hands hold my head firmly in place - I can't move even if I want to. Just when I think I'm going to faint, I feel your dick pulse in my mouth and my throat fills with warm, salty cum. I pull back and take a huge breathe. You're breathing hard and swearing under your breath, like you do when you cum extra hard.

But there's no time to relax, when we're running late. We separate and rush to get ready in our rooms, emerging transformed in five minutes into the living room. You look me up and down.

"You look bad ass," you say, taking in my calf-length, long-sleeved black silk dress and high-heeled boots. I have a surprise for you, something to think about during the evening. I lift up the skirt of my dress to reveal high-waisted black fishnet stockings... and no underwear. I swivel to show my curvy ass, tightly trussed up in fine mesh. I want you to think about that view all night and be gagging for it by the time we get back.

The event is pleasant enough, with decent wine and canapes, easy conversations. There's something kinky about being at things like this with you, fooling everyone into thinking we're nice, normal colleagues when we're actually addicted to fucking each other in ever more creative, nasty ways. I drink slightly too much champagne, and get more and more hungry for you with every passing hour. Finally, it's late enough to leave. We jump in a taxi and I give the driver the name of a lane in the city centre. Part of our game has always been to ramp the tension up as high as we can before giving in, to make the prize even sweeter when we get it.

When he drops us off, I think he has the wrong place. There's nothing here. It's a deserted, silent, freezing-cold lane. I check Maps. The address just says 'wooden door' - there's no street number. We walk along curiously until we find a door that fits the description, in a non-descript lowrise commercial building. I push it open and step into a warm, dimly lit room with velvet-lined booths, a long bar and a fairy-lit wooden stage. A well-dressed crowd occupies about half the tables, and a three-piece jazz band is warming up.

We order cocktails and grab a table. I drink mine quickly as the band plays, and we listen. I'm starting to feel bold. No one knows us in this city, in this hidden speakeasy. I collect two fresh cocktails and sit back down. We hold each other's gaze across the table, in the dim light. Slowly, I grab your hand and put it on my stockinged thigh, under the table. You squeeze my leg hard and raise an eyebrow.

"You never know who could be here. If you want to play, let's go." you say, downing your martini. I don't need to be told twice. We walk back to the hotel quickly, the anticipation ratcheting up.

The minute the apartment door shuts behind us, we explode, tearing at each other's clothes as we stumble into the living room. I put my arms above my head, and you pull my silk dress off, then unclip my black bra and throw it on the couch. You lick both of my breasts, biting my nipples each in turn. You're reaching for the band of my fishnet stockings when I stop you.

"Wait," I say. "Leave them on."

"What do you mean?" you ask, grabbing the waistband. "I want to eat you out."

"Rip a hole in them," I pant.

You don't need to be told twice. You spin me around and push me forward over the back of the sofa so my ass is up in the air. You kneel behind me and grab the net covering my pussy and asshole. I hear a tearing sound and a second later, I feel your wet, firm tongue in my cunt. Sweet Jesus.

You lick me deep and slow, from one end to the other, moaning and slurping at my pussy like you can't get enough. Your hands hold me wide open from behind as you kneel behind me. It feels fucking glorious. Your tongue is firm but soft, your mouth so warm and wet. I feel like I'm working up to one hell of an orgasm but I want to cum with you inside me. In a very specific way.

"I want you to fuck my ass," I manage to get out.

"Is that what you want, huh?" you growl. "You want me to stick my dick in your tight little asshole?"

Oh god, yes.

You stand up and I feel your hands wrap around my waist. They almost reach all the way round. I'm still wearing the fishnet stockings, the hole you ripped giving you all the access you need. I'm still wearing my boots, too. I brace myself against the back of the sofa.

You plunge two fingers into my sopping pussy and use my juices to lube up my asshole. You stretch me out a little with your finger first, and tingles run through my whole body. Suddenly, you pull your finger out and I feel the head of your cock at my opening. With one deep thrust you're in, and I cry out in pleasure and just the tiniest bit of pain. It feels so good, different to regular fucking but irresistibly horny. I drop my hand to my clit and start rubbing it. You thrust in and out slowly at first and I squeeze my pelvic floor to make it even tighter.

"Oh fuck, yes," you moan. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I wish you could see how fucking hot you look."

The thing is, I can. The blinds are open to the darkened city, and our reflection is clear. I watch you ride me hard, your hips slamming into my ass cheeks. Nobody has ever fucked me as hard as you do. That's the whole point of this thing. If I wanted to "make love", I've got a husband at home who can do that. I want you to fuck me until I see stars, and you never fail to deliver.

Suddenly, you pull out with an audible juicy pop.

"I don't want to cum yet. Let's go into the bedroom," you say.

You slap my ass and stalk off into my bedroom, with its king-sized bed. I click after you, still in my high heel boots. When I enter the room, you're lying spread out on my bed, stroking your dick. You've left the light on. I stalk in and climb onto the bed, and straight on top of you. I lower my head and slowly, luxuriously take you into my mouth. I lick you like a lollipop, up one side and down the other, drooling on your cock to get you rock hard and slippery. I push myself to the limit, feeling your tip graze the back of my throat as your hand plays in my hair.

When I sense from your groaning that you're close, I swing one fishnet-clad leg over the side of your hip and slowly lower my wet pussy down on the length of you. The fit of you inside me is so perfect, it undoes me for a second. Then I start riding you, rocking back and forth so your dick touches that special spot deep inside. The feeling is intense. I'm know I'm going to cum and I want to take you with me so I stare into your eyes and say the magic words.

"I want you to fucking cum for me," I say, low and nasty. "Cum inside me."

It's all you need to hear. You clutch my hips and thrust up into me a few more times and then I can feel your cum pumping into me as my orgasm rips through me. I collapse forward and bury my face in your chest, thighs burning and heart pounding.

That's what happened, the time we escaped reality for 24-hours, and really, really made the most of it. I can't wait to do you again. x