Trouble, Thy Name is Temptation

Chapter 8 (Beginning of Part II)

I awake Monday morning in heavy anticipation and excitement with going into work. Last week ended with my incredibly sexy boss having an intense orgasm over throating my cock and swallowing my whole load.

I couldn't wait to replay the scenario. Yelena said she didn't consider oral to be completely cheating. Therefore, I felt it safe to hope and anticipate to receive more sloppy office head in the future from my sexy superior.

As I give my wife a guilt-stricken kiss goodbye and head into work, one look at Yelena's face tells me immediately I was wrong to hope.

She has a look of pure concern and reticence on her face. She immediately asks me if she could talk to me for a minute. I set my stuff down, head into her office, and shut the door behind myself.

"What happened on Friday cannot happen again." Yelena bluntly states.

"Ah..." was all I could manage in response.

"We are not past the point of no return. We can still be good partners to our spouses." Yelena continues.

"...um...if that's what you want, Yelena." I manage.

"Yes, Steve. That's what I want." she says somberly.

Dejected, I slowly shuffle out of her office. I sit in my cubicle and stare out the window. I knew this was the right thing to do. The good thing to do.

So why then did I feel absolutely lousy? Yes, it was rejection but not a typical rejection. Clearly, we wanted one another.

I wanted to be bad. I finally accepted, and was beginning to embrace, being a bad man. I lost that opportunity. It felt like I was just discovering this bad, deviant side; and I was ready, excited, thrilled even, to let that bad boy out. It felt like someone pulled the rip cord on me before I could even take the jump.

I wanted, and lusted, over the idea of fucking a married woman outside of my own marriage. It was bad, and wrong, and that's why it turned me on so fucking much!

That part of me just got put down.

Days passed. Days into weeks. Weeks eventually rolled into a full month.

Complete platonic boredom. Office-speak. Professionalism. I even returned to calling Yelena, 'ma'am'. The incident in her office slowly fading into a distant memory.

Slipping back into the boring grind. No excitement. Just repetitive, mundane monotony.

It is another Monday. I leave my wife, much less guilt-stricken than before, and head into the office. In fact...very little guilt remained. Maybe I was, deep-down, a bad man?

As I arrive into work, and at my cubicle, I see Yelena in her office with the lights off.

"Everything ok, boss?" I ask her.

"I think I am starting to get a migraine." Yelena tells me.

The good guy with the knight-in-shining-armor complex rears his self-righteous head. I get Yelena some Advil, water, and I continue to keep her automatic lights from turning on.

"Yelena. No ill-intent. Would you like me to massage your neck?" I ask.

She looks at me slyly, unbelieving my intentions.

I put both hands up. "If you're going to try to push through this, then at least let me get your sunglasses from your car so you can look at your computer without pain." I tell her.

Yelena hesitates, then hands me her keys. I run down, grab her glasses, and come back up. She is definitely in a much worse state.

I tell her I am taking her home if it gets bad. She doesn't argue.

The morning moves along; I continue to make sure she has water and keep shutting off her lights which flick on with the slightest of movement. She thanks me, but in an ever-increasingly-strained manner each time.

Eventually, as I pass by on my way to the water cooler, I notice Yelena sitting frozen in place in her office, unflinching.

She is in pain.

"Sweetie, grab your things. I'm taking you home. Your husband can drive you in tomorrow. C'mon." I tell her.

She gets up slowly and staggers a little. I hold her up and loop my hand around her waist and grip her other hand, providing her support.

When we make it to my car, I assist her in the passenger seat and lean the car seat back.

As we drive to her house, she is stiffly sitting still, simply focusing on her breathing.

We arrive at her house; I help her out of my car.

I usher her inside as she asks to be placed on a couch in the living room. I shut the blinds and make sure the lights are all off. I proceed to help get her comfortable.

"Water, ginger-ale, tea?" I ask her.

Yelena just replies, "yes."

I get her set with fluids, crackers, and a bottle of Advil.

"Thank you, Steve." Yelena whispers.

"You're welcome, sweetie." I reply.

I get her a warm compress and before applying it I kiss her forehead. "Take it easy, get some rest and we'll see you when we see you." I tell her.

She grabs my hand, "Thank you so much, Steve." she tells me again.

Fuck it, I tell myself.

I lean in and give her another kiss, this time on her cheek.

"Text me if you need me. I'll lock up on my way out." I tell Yelena.

"Thanks." she manages. again

I head out.

Chapter 9

Yelena is not in on Tuesday. Migraine hangover, presumably.

Wednesday comes, and as I walk in, I smell beautiful perfume wafting in the hallway just before my eyes land on her standing in her office. Yelena is wearing a tight, long, white skirt with a generously high slit up one side. She is showing her lovely toned and tanned leg that blends beautifully into her absolutely amazing bubble butt that is straining to be contained within the fabric of the skirt.

Huge fashionable black belt accentuating her tiny waist that gives a stark contrast to her deep, plunging, red V-neck blouse showing hints of perky cleavage.

Her hair and makeup are done to the nines. No glasses today, she took her time to get ready this morning.

I get another waft of perfume in the air again before I hear a soft, "Steve?"

I turn to face her.

"I really just want to again, thank you for looking after me." Yelena whispers.

"No problem at all boss." I smile back at her, still uncertain of how or where this interaction will go from here.

"I'm often the one taking care of everyone else. It was nice to feel taken care of for once." Yelena continues.

"You're an awesome and amazing person, Yelena. It's easy to want to help you." I reply.

She moves closer to me. Her gaze is fixed and unblinking. Hungry.

She fiddles with her necklace as she continues to close the space between us.

I step forward, still uncertain. What she has said recently with her lips is not what she is now signaling with her body.

"Yelena..." I whisper.

"It's really, really nice to know you are here for me if I need you." she interrupts me.

She places a hand on my chest. Her perfume snakes up my nose as my dick throbs at her slightest touch.

She moves in, and I meet her, as our lips lock. Gently at first, but soon the intensity begins to rapidly climb. Here we are again, in her office, getting into trouble.

A soft moan escapes her lips. I respond by grabbing both her glorious ass cheeks and pulling her into me, crushing her chest against my abs.

She lets out a sexy whimper, and I lose all control. I practically tear off her belt and rip her shirt off, over her head. A black lace bra greets me.

I smirk. She blushes. She fervently returns to kissing me as I grab handfuls of her perky, lovely, laced tits.

After a generous amount of time molesting Yelena's blouse meat, I begin to aggressively kiss her neck and under her chin as I tear down her skirt.

"Steve..." she hesitates.

"No!" I silently bark.

I hook my thumbs into her matching black lace panties and violently rip them to the floor. Her cute, shaved slit meets me.

I am on my knees in no time clamping down on her slit with my tongue and mouth. Yelena moans loudly and then just as quickly slams a hand over her mouth to quell her cries.

My lips engulf her slit and my tongue encircles her clit. I suck her clit into my mouth and lick it up and down and swirl all around it. I mischievously play with her clit, until I begin to suck it in and out between my lips.

Yelena is shaking violently. She pulls away from my onslaught and falls to her knees in front of me. I kiss her hard, pushing her pussy juices into her willing mouth. She eventually breaks, panting for breath.

"Steve..." she whispers again.

I pause and look at her. Nothing but unbridled lust is in her eyes. So, I pick her up and place her on the edge of the desk before I unsheathe my pulsing, engorged cock. She gazes at it with wicked intensity.

No words are exchanged. I grab my swollen prick with one hand and spread her slit with the other.

I begin to sink my throbbing member into her beautiful and tight cunt.

Yelena quivers. She is so wet I can bottom out in no time. Another moan escapes her lips as I bury my cock to the hilt in her. I cover her mouth to keep her quiet as I slowly begin to throttle in and out of her soaking wet slit.

Our gazes match one another's, never flinching.

I grab her juicy ass with both hands and begin to go to town on her. I've wanted to fuck her for so long. From the look on her face, she has wanted this moment even more than me.

I begin to furiously pound the shit out of her. The desk begins to shake from all the vigor.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap!"

The noises of our pelvises colliding fill the office air.

I lock my lips onto hers to once again stifle her moans. I grab her ass harder, violently, as I begin to aggressively thrust into her as if I was trying to break the desk with her body.

After several minutes of pounding the shit out of Yelena, I slow. I begin to feel the start of my orgasm, and I do not want this moment to end. I move my hands from her glorious ass to unhook her bra as I begin to molest her perky, cute tits. As I suck on her rock-hard nipples, I realize what a horrible plan this was as it just amps me up more.

I slowly pull out of Yelena's dripping wet pussy. She moans in displeasure.

"Why..." she starts.

The action of me going down and sucking in her slit, tonging her clit as I flick her nipples cuts her off.

She is again moaning in ecstasy. Yelena is writhing her ass along her desk trying to find a place to disperse the torturous pleasure. For as determined as her ass-wiggling attempts were to handle my tongue-provided pleasure; the efforts fail. She is closing in. I hear, "Steve..." I rise up swiftly and plunge my raging hard cock, once again, balls deep into her quivering, wet pussy.

Our bodies fit together perfectly. As I bury my dick all the way to the hilt, Yelena yelps with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I just am at the right depth to tickle her cervix.

One hand of mine goes back to grabbing a handful of her glorious, juicy ass; the other hand wraps around her hair at the base of the back of her neck. I proceed to pound her into oblivion.

Pens, pads, all sort of other random shit fall from her shaking desk.

She puts her mouth to my neck and I feel her screams against my collarbone. I slam into her as hard and as deep and as violently as I can as I feel her orgasm grip against my cock, squeezing my own climax from me. As Yelena's orgasm take her, I tip over the edge. My cock spasms, shooting rope after rope of thick, juicy cum deep within her pussy.

Our mutual orgasm seems to extend outward forever.

When we finally come back down to earth, panting heavily, she looks at me. "Steve, what did we just do?"

"We were bad, Yelena. Very, very bad. And it felt so fucking good to be bad. Didn't it feel good to be a bad (slam), naughty (slam), little slut (slam), Yelena?" I ask her as I punctuate the question by ramming my spent, but still rock hard, cock balls deep within her again.

She yelps with each thrust. Nodding her head, she lets out a breathy "yessss...."

I pull my cock out from her roughed up slit. My cum immediately starts oozing from her used hole. She reaches down to catch some of it.

"You wanna see how bad I can be? You wanna see what a dirty little slut you make me, Steve?" she asks as she licks my cum off her fingers.

If I could've blown again, I just would've. I do something I've never done before; I kiss her cum-covered lips tasting myself. We kiss feverishly, and after covering each other's lips with my cum, I pull back from her and grab her hair, forcing her to face me.

"Are you my dirty, little slut, Yelena?" I ask her.

"Yes...God yessssss....I'm your bad, dirty, naughty slut, Steve!" she whimpers.

"Then be a good dirty lil' slut for me and clean my cock off with your filthy whorish mouth you slut!" I command her.

She happily obliges as she quickly drops to her knees and engulfs my shaft, sucking the rest of my cum, and her soaking wet pussy juices that are dripping from my dick, into her open, eager mouth.

Eventually, we straighten up, get dressed, and I open the office door to return to work. I catch eyes with the office maid. She doesn't speak much English, but she gives me a knowing, disapproving look.

We had a witness.

Fuck it, I think to myself. I've been an upright, duddly-do-good my entire life. It's time to be the bad guy.

...I'm going to get myself into a lot of trouble...

Chapter 10

As I sit in bed later that night, my unassuming wife next to me, I receive a text from Yelena.

"Steve, I can't stop thinking about today." [Yelena]

"I know. It's been soooo long since I've felt this lustful! So crazy!" [Steve]

"Steve, I was a good wife. A good woman. A nice woman. A wholesome, pure mother and spouse. What have you done to me?" [Yelena]

"You can still be all that to your husband and family. But let me ask you -- and I want an honest answer, now that things have cooled off -- Do you like being my whore?" [Steve]

"...yes (blushy emoticon)" [Yelena]

"You like being my dirty, lil' slut?" [Steve]

"...God...yes...(panting emoticon)" [Yelena]

"Good. Because I want to use your body without care for your family, or mine. I just want to unload all our sexual frustration through each other." [Steve]

"Are you ok?" my wife asks me.

"Oh...um...yeah...yes..." I fumble and stutter.

Apparently, I had been twitchingly-fidgeting with myself as I was getting rock hard from texting with Yelena.

My wife spotted my throbbing erection through the sheets.

"Hey...it's been a bit. Give me a second sweetie and I can help you take the edge off." my wife says with a wink as she gets up to use the restroom.

I check my phone.

"God yes, Steve! I want to be your filthy, lil' slut-whore! Use me! Use my dirty, filthy slut body! Pound the fuck out of my nasty-whore body! I want you to dump your load deep within me. Breed me like a bitch in heat, Steve! I'm completely your filthy, dirty slut who needs to be fucked hard by you!" [Yelena]

My cock swells, throbbing hard. I can feel blood pulsing through my shaft. I want nothing more than to pound all of Yelena's tight three holes into oblivion. [Yelena]

I hit a quick text back...

"Gotta go. Wife is right here...But I will hold you to all that my dirty, lil' whore!" [Steve]

I shut my phone as my wife climbs back into bed.

"Woah! You REALLY are pent up, sweetie!" my wife exclaims.

...little did she know why...

"Sorry, I've been so busy lately, here baby...let me take care of you..." she states.

"Do you want to, you know...?" I ask her.

"Oh, not tonight, sweetie, I'm a little crampy down there. But don't worry, I got you." she replies.

My wife starts to suck me off, in the same, systemic, methodical approach that comes from years and years of being together.

She knows what I like, knows how to get me off efficiently and effectively. As she bobs up and down, one hand grabs on my ass-check; the other flicks one of my nipples as she caresses my peck.

My mind goes to Yelena's mouth. Yelena's tight pussy. Yelena's juicy ass. Before long, I'm warning my wife I'm about to blow.

She releases me from her mouth, finishes me, unceremoniously, by jerking my seed onto my belly.

I sit, post-orgasm, wishing it was Yelena's throat, face, tits, pussy, or juicy ass I just blew all over instead of my own stomach.

"Aren't you gonna get cleaned up before bed sweetie? my wife asks, breaking me out of my reverie.

I wash up, daydreaming about fucking Yelena's sweet pussy right there in her office.

I return to bed; my wife is asleep. I lay down next to her. I love her.

But I miss excitement. Newness. I have a taste for the new thrill now.

And I like being bad.

I'm hooked.

Chapter 11

Thursday morning comes and I am hauling ass out of the office to get into the office ASAFP.

I blow my wife a kiss at the door, and I'm 20 mph over the speed limit the entire way into the office.

I take the stairs up; two at a time, too impatient to wait for the elevator.

I get to my cube, and Yelena is standing in her office with an expectant look on her face.

Yelena, as always, especially as of late, is bringing it. Low cut, tight, pink top with a plunging neckline showing ample amounts of her perky, gravity-defying, natural cleavage. Wide, bold, navy-blue belt with a big gun-metal buckle, once again, accentuating Yelena's slim wait to wide hips on her hourglass figure.

The belt breaks the shiny, sparkly, silver, slim, short skirt she is sporting. Her toned and tanned legs visibly pop from below her short skirt. I can only imagine how her glorious ass is straining to break free from her skirt on the back end.

Yelena has a hand clawed on her right hip, her left-hand fondling with her necklace.

From the look in her eyes, she has been waiting for me.

"Steve..." she whispers, not wanting to give anyone any indication of the intent behind how she said my name.

With hurried intent, I throw my shit in my cube, walk into her office, shutting the door behind me and proceed to grab a hold of her and kiss her hard.

She returns my kiss feverishly, our tongues begin to entwine as my right hand grabs a generous amount of her tight, bubble ass; my left hand begins to molest her perky, right breast.

She immediately grabs my cock and starts to fondle me. All pretenses are gone now.

No more hedging. We both want this. We both want one another.

After what seems like forever and not nearly enough time, she pulls away for a breath.

"Steve, let's take a walk..." she interjects.

I look at her wearily, as if she intends to try to pull away or stop this.

She smirks and smiles crookedly, "Nothing like that Steve. No more hard-to-get. You have me completely....and any which way you want me. I just want a chance to talk through some things with you," she elaborates.

"Ok," I say, "Let me get my coffee, then let's take a walk," I tell her.

A few minutes later, with coffee in hand, Yelena and I hopped on the elevator to hit the ground floor.

As the doors closed, Yelena turned to me, and with her free hand, once again grabbed my bulge. She looked, unblinkingly, into my eyes and emphasized as she stroked my growing shaft, "I. Love. Your. Cock!"

I responded by pulling her into me by her waist and telling her, "I. Love. Your. Everything." as I use my free hand to first grab her tits, then her ass.

We kissed again, then we broke apart as the elevator doors opened.

As we get into our walk around the office building, Yelena asks, "So, did I interrupt anything last night with my texts?"

"No. But you did a great job of getting me rock hard. Throbbing hard. So much so, my wife noticed and took it as me being pent up." I tell her.

"Ahhhh. So, did she help you with that?" Yelena inquired.

"Yes. She did..." I respond timidly, sensing that I did something I wasn't supposed to do. "I...didn't know what to do or say..." I trailed off.

"No, Steve, no. Of course, it's fine. I just wish it were me that got to relieve you instead." Yelena admitted.

"So did I," I tell her.

"Oh? Did she leave you wanting more." Yelena asks me.