Part 1

To say that Elizabeth was bored would be an understatement. She was stuck in a mundane routine that so many others find themselves in as they get older. Every day was the same. Waking up at the same time, the same bad coffee, the same kiss goodbye with her fiancé and the same job waiting for her. The weekends were no different. The same chores needed to be done, and even the sex with her fiancé had become plain and almost scheduled.

Even her job was the the same routine day in and day out. Nothing interesting ever happened. It was the same people, the same emails and phone calls, and the same conversations with coworkers. Often she found herself just staring at her monitor contemplating a better life, the one she'd dream about as a teenager. How it had come to this was a mystery to her, though it wasn't any single thing that causes it. Little concessions over the years that all add up to a simple, boring life.

It was a Monday when something new finally happened. She got into the office at the same time as always, but before she could sit down her boss, Grant, called her into his office. She dropped her bag at her desk and curiously poked her head into his office.

"What's up?" She asked, nonchalantly.

"We have two new people starting today. When they get here, tell them to wait in the conference room." He was half distracted as he talked, rummaging around the various papers strewn across his cluttered desk.

"Okay." Elizabeth responded, wondering why he hadn't just emailed her. "What time are they getting here?"

Grant hesistated before slowly looking up at her, a blank expression on his face. "Uh. I think nine?" He wasn't sure.

Elizabeth resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay. I'll let them know."

"Wait! " He called after he as she turned to leave. "I need you to find and print out all the documentation for new hires. You know, all that HR shit."

Elizabeth hung her head in resignation of the tedium ahead of her. "I'll get right on it." She said with false enthusiasm.

As she sat back down in front of her computer, and began searching for what was needed, she wished for the boring monotony again. At least her search was distracting, despite how annoying it was. Eventually she did find it, and started printing with just ten minutes to spare.

As Elizabeth collected the last few pages, two men walked into the office and up to her desk. The first thing she noticed was how handsome they were. One was tall, lean, with short styled dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a warm friendly smile and an incredible jaw line. "Hi I'm Jim, one of the new hires." He said, extending his hand.

Elizabeth took his hand. "Hi I'm Elizabeth." His hands were soft, but his grip was firm.

"This is Dean." Jim said, gesturing towards the man next to him.

Dean was average height, broadly built, and ruggedly good looking. His hair was long, and tied back into a neat ponytail, and his beard was thick but we'll groomed. His green eyes glinted with mischief and his smile matched that energy. "Hey." Was all he said as he extended his hand.

"Hi." She answered with a smile as they shook hands.

Dean's hand lingered in hers just a little too long as his eyes slowly took in the sight of her. "It's nice to meet you." He added before letting go.

"Yeah, thanks. You too." She felt a little awkward now that this man had so blatantly, and shamelessly, checked her out. "You two are supposed to wait in the conference room, I also have some paper work for you."

The two of them stood there for a moment, Dean with a raised eyebrow and Jim with that same warm smile.

It was close to another awkward moment before Jim spoke. "We don't know where that is." He said with a soft laugh.

Elizabeth's face flushed with embarassment. "Right, sorry, this way." She laughed it off, and started heading towards the conference room, papers in her arms, the two new hires in tow.

It was a short walk down the hall, and she opened the door for the two of them. Dean walked in first with a head nod as thanks, and took a seat. Jim followed behind, but paced a hand on Elizabeth's arm as he walked past her. "Thank you, Elizabeth." He said with a charming smile.

"No problem!" She cheerfully answered, trying to ignore the obvious flirting, before placing the stacks of papers in front of them. "I'm not sure if they want you to fill those out yet, so maybe just wait for Grant."

"You gonna keep us company?" Dean asked, a sly smile on his face.

"Nope. I have to get back to my desk." She laughed, before turning and leaving the two men.

Elizabeth headed back to her desk, but glanced back at the room as she walked, and caught them both watching her. It gave her a bit of a start and she felt her heart skip. It had been a long time since she had been so brazenly hit on. Most of the men in the office were significantly older, bitter, and too preoccupied to make a pass at her. This was a nice change of pace. She liked the attention, even if she was engaged. It was nice to know that men still found her attractive.

Elizabeth was, in fact, attractive after all, with long brunette hair and natural highlights. Her eyes were big and a beautiful blue. She was in good shape despite having a desk job, and her figure was noticeable even as she dressed conservatively. Her assets were hard to hide, as she was very busty for her small frame and they were admittedly the first thing her fiancé was attracted to. Long walks in the afternoon for her lunch breaks kept her waist narrow, and her butt firm and shapely too.

She worked hard on her appearance, and it was nice to appreciated. Of course her fiancé found her attractive, and reminded her of it frequently. But as things had grown stale and repetitive even his compliments felt obligatory.

As she sat back down behind her desk, she looked down the hall one more time and caught Jim's eyes. They shared a smile before she went back to her monotonous emails. With that the rest of her day went by, and she didn't see either of the new hires for the remainder of the day, though their lingering smiles and subtle flirtations had her smiling softly until it was time to leave.

Elizabeth walked through the door a little after five thirty, later than usual, after being stuck in traffic. She was tired, and hungry, and thankfully Tom had some Chinese food waiting on the table for her. "I love you!" She called out as scooped up her food.

"I know baby." Tom answered from somewhere in their modest one story home. "Traffic?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Idiots." She replied between bites of noodles.

"Ain't that the truth." Tom laughed as he walked into the kitchen. He gently kissed her on the top of the head and sat down next to her. "Good?" He asked, gesturing towards the food.

Elizabeth nodded without answering him. He laughed and got up to pour her some water. "No no." She grumbled. "Wine."

"Long day?" Tom asked, switching from the water to a bottle of wine.

"It was alright. Got two new hires today actually."

"Oh yeah?" He asked as he poured out a glass for her.

"Yeah. Real characters. I guess they knew eachother too." Elizabeth paused, as she just realized that fact. "Weird right?"

"I guess." Tom shrugged, and sat next to her. "What makes them characters?"

"Oh." She sat back in her chair with a laugh. "They were very flirty."

"Oh you're favorite, gross old dudes hitting on you!" Tom laughed sarcastically.

"Actually they were my age I think." She took a sip of her wine. It was immediately soothing. "Good looking too actually."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She took another sip. "Jealous?" She teased.

"Oh you know it." He put his arm around her shoulder abruptly, and reached around to grab a handful of her breast roughly. "You're all mine don't you know!"

He was teasing her right back of course, but the sudden stimulation of being grabbed so roughly sent a jolt of arousal through her and she stifled a moan. That wasn't expected. Tom has jokingly grabbed her numerous times and it never had any effect other than being mildly amusing or annoying depending on context. She didn't know why she suddenly felt turned on.

Elizabeth looked up at him, and leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips. "Yes, I'm all yours." She answered, before taking another sip of wine.

"Good." Tom smiled and then stood up. "Enjoy your dinner, I gotta get back to the game."

Elizabeth pouted in mock sadness. "Fine go play your game." She teased. In reality she was mildly disappointed as Tom walked out of the room. She briefly imagined him bending her over the kitchen table and ravaging her body from behind, before shaking her head and looking down at the wine glass. She convinced herself it was having more of an effect because she was so tired.

As she finished her meal, her mind continued to wonder, and thoughts of sex with her fiancé lingered. She got up to clean off the table and realized she was wet. With a needy sigh she took another sip of her wine, and decided she needed some relief.

Elizabeth headed for Tom's office and found him at his computer, headset on, talking with his friends as they played some game. His back was to her, so he had no idea she was there. With mischief on her mind she slowly, quietly, pulled off her blouse, and removed her bra. The cool air on her naked breasts felt refreshing, and her nipples hardened. She gave them each a pinch which sent shivers down her body and she felt that familiar tingle between her legs. She needed him now.

She walked up to Tom and stood right next to him, her large breasts impossible to miss in his peripheral vision. He turned to face her, his mouth hung open in surprise, and without a word, his lips latched onto her. The warmth of his mouth, and his tongue flicking over her nipple felt overwhelming and she moaned loud at the sudden pleasure.

Tom no longer cared about his game, and without a word, he got up, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom, his face buried in her cleavage the whole way. He dropped her on the edge of the bed, and took in the sight of her ample breasts and incredible body as he undid his pants. She watched him hungrily as he pulled them down, and his penis sprung free of his boxers. She eagerly leaned forward and took him into her mouth at the first sight of his hardening penis.

His precum tasted delicious on her tongue as she began sucking him. She moaned as his hand ran through her hair and held the back of her head. He began groaning loudly, and gently thrusting his hips, as she worked him with her lips and tongue. His response to her efforts magnified her lust, driving her to give him more and more pleasure.

She took him as deep as she could, enjoying the feeling of him filling her mouth. Elizabeth loved to pleasure Tom orally, but lately it had become almost routine and it wasn't as fun. Though as she bobbed her head on him, and bathed his shaft with her tongue, and squeezed him with her lips, she was thrilled. She was excited. She was hungry for him. Tom moaned and groaned, edging her on more and more.

"Fuck Liz, you suck my cock so good." Tom grunted.

Elizabeth swelled with pride and lust. She always felt she gave amazing blowjobs, and hearing Tom say it made her feel incredible. She looked up at him, pressing her tongue firmly against his shaft as she did it, and took in the sight of his face twisted in pleasure. He looked so good like that. It turned her on even more, she was aching for his touch, and for penetration.

How good would Jim's face look twisted in pleasure from her blowjob? She suddenly thought, as Tom's cock filled her mouth. She paused for a moment, idly caressing his dick with her tongue as that thought persisted. Where did that come from? She asked herself, before looking back up at Tom. He was looking down at her expectantly. Slowly she continued bobbing her head on him, never breaking eye contact, searing his sexy expression into her mind.

"Fuck you look so good with my dick in your mouth." He growled, and reached down to roughly squeeze her breats and pinch her nipples.

It sent a wave of intense simulation through her body, and she moaned around his dick as he groped her. Elizabeth once again thought of Jim, and what his cock would taste like, and imagined it was his hands roughly groping her breasts. Tom's sudden thrusting into her mouth snapped her out of her abrupt fantasy and she pulled away from his dick. "Fuck me." She pleaded desperately.

Tom didn't need any further invitation. He pushed her back onto the bed, and lifted her skirt around her waist. He roughly yanked off her panties and smiled at how obviously wet she was. He climbed on top of her and easily entered her. She moaned loud as he filled her, her desperate need finally being met.

Elizabeth was shocked at how close she was already as Tom began thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed his neck as waves of ecstacy overtook her. Her mind went blank as she focused on the building orgasm. She was lost in the pleasure of Tom's aggressive, hard, thrusting, and in that moment of lust her mind again went to Jim. She imagined him ontop of her, his gorgeous eyes looking down on her as he savagely fucked her, and smiling with his confident smile, as her orgasm washed over her.

Elizabeth threw her head back in passion and writhed under Tom as her whole body shook. It surprised her with how sudden it struck, and the thought of Jim pounding her intensified her orgasm to an extreme. She couldn't even moan. She could only squeak as endless waves of bliss overwhelmed her.

Tom couldn't hold out much longer, with her cumming so hard underneath him, and moments later he thrust himself as deep as he could inside her and started pumping her full of cum. She could feel every bit of it inside her and she threw her head back and moaned loudly as she imagined it was Jim cumming inside her.

Tom collapsed next to her after that, and the two laid there catching their breath. Slowly the guilt of Elizabeth's unrestrained thoughts began to settle in. She felt nervous, and ashamed suddenly, but more than anything was the guilt.

Tom had always been enough for her, and while she had fantasized about some kinks and more extreme sex, her partner was always Tom in those fantasies. This was the first time she had thoughts of another man.

As if driven by her guilt, and a need to make things right, she reached for his softening penis. She began to gently stroke it, wanting to make him feel amazing, as if that would alleviate her guilt.

"Damn baby, you need more?" Tom laughed.

"Yes." She cooed, as she rolled over and moved between his legs.

"Fuck." Tom moaned.

Elizabeth wrapped her lips around him, desperately trying to make him hard. She needed to please him more. She needed to make these thoughts go away. She sucked him hard, enjoying the taste of their mixed fluids, but it wasn't working. "Is this okay?" She asked pathetically.

"Yeah baby, it feels good, but I think I'm done." He sighed.

Elizabeth sat up, releasing his flaccid penis and sighed. She reached up and cupped her breasts, gently bouncing them in her hands, and pinched her nipples. "Are you sure baby?" She lifted one of her nipples to her mouth and flicked it with her tongue, hoping to entice him.

"Fuck Liz." He moaned. "What's gotten into you?"

"I want your cock." She cooed, and then crawled up Tom's body, letting her breasts drag along his torso. She kissed him hard on the mouth, and reached for his penis.

She stroked him as they made out, and his hands fondled her breasts and ass, but he still wasn't getting hard. "This is really hot Liz, but I don't think I can. You drained me."

Elizabeth was disappointed. "Okay, well maybe later then." She answered cheerfully as she rolled off him.

Tom eyed her with mild suspicions. "Did something happen today?" He asked.

Elizabeth felt very exposed in that moment, and not just because she was mostly naked. "What do you mean?"

"Did you get all worked up because those guys hit on you?" He asked with a little smile. He knew he caught her.

She rolled over, facing away from him, refusing to answer.

"Oh my god it is!" Tom laughed, and gave her butt a slap. "You little slut!" He teased.

"I'm not a slut!" She cried out, pretending to be insulted, as she rolled back over to face him.

"Oh you are a big titty slut!" Tom flicked her nipple.

Elizabeth gasped at the sensation, and slapped his arm playfully. "You love my big tits! Shut up!"

"Yeah me and every guy ever." He gave one of her breasts and bit of a bounce in his hands. "Those new guys would love them too."

"Shut up." She laughed, but Tom's teasing, and touching, gave her mixed feelings of arousal.

"Oh yeah. That's why they were hitting on you. Your big titties." He laughed, squeezing them both.

Elizabeth moaned, now laying on her back as Tom felt her up. It felt good. "You're not mad?"

Tom laughed again, and gently kissed her nipple before licking it. "Why would I be mad?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Tom playing with her body. "Because I liked them hitting on me."

Tom's hand slid between her legs and she spread them for him. "Because it made you feel good about yourself. Why would I be mad?" He asked while slipping his fingers inside her.

The sudden feeling of pentration shocked her, and felt amazing. She moaned loudly as he fingered her, the sounds of her wetness filling the room along with her voice. "Baby that's so good." She sighed.

"You want to cum for me?" He growled, and gently nibbled on her nipple. The mixture of pleasure and pain causing her to squirm.

"Yes!" She cooed, and reached for his cock, finding him hard at last in her hands.

Tom continued working her with his fingers and nibbling on her breasts, while she squeezed and stroked him. It didn't take long, and as Tom's palm pressed against her she grinded her clit into his hand and gave herself another orgasm. She slammed her legs closed around his hand as she twisted and moaned, overwhelmed by the powerful orgasm. And all the while she never released his dick from her hand.

"Good girl." He whispered in her ear before moving up the bed and kneeling next to her head.

He began stroking himself right over her face and she opened her mouth. She wanted to suck it. He smiled down at her with lust that made her heart race. Tom moved again, laying down next to her and she quickly dove between his legs, eagerly wrapping her lips around him again.

She couldn't hold back. She couldn't wait to make him cum again. Elizabeth sucked him hard, bobbing her head fast, and stroking him with her hand in tandem. She was trying to suck the life out of him through his cock. He held on, gripping the bedsheets and grunting loudly as she serviced him.

"Holy fuck Liz!" He roared. "Slow down holy shit!"

Elizabeth did not slow down. She sucked harder and faster. Desperately trying to relieve herself of the guilt. She moaned loud as she sucked, hungrier for his cum than she had been in months.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Tom threw his head back and flooded Elizabeth's mouth with cum.

It was much more than she expected, since he had just cum earlier, but she was not going to complain. She swallowed every last drop of his semen, eagerly, happily, before popping off his dick and gasping for breath.

"Holy fuck Liz." Tom panted. "If this is what I get then I hope they hit on you everyday."

They both shared a laugh, collapsed to the bed, and laid together in silence as they recovered. Elizabeth was relieved that Tom wasn't mad about those men hitting on her. As she laid there, basking in post orgasm bliss, she hoped they would continue flirting with her in that case. It made her feel sexy, and maybe a little bit of fantasy wasn't such a bad thing.

Though the question did remain of what had gotten into her. She barely interacted with Jim at all, and yet he kept popping into her head. It was something she would have to deal with and figure out eventually.