“Do you know what’s gotten into Andrea today?” one of my colleagues asked.

“No, why?” I responded.

“She’s walking around like she has a big stick up her ass!” another colleague said.

We worked in a tight office environment, so if someone came in with a chip on their shoulder, it wasn’t hard to hide it.

“I will ask,” I told them, trying to prevent the ‘we hate Andrea’ talk from spreading.

I went down the hallway to her office and knocked softly on her door. “What!” Andrea yelled.

“First,” I said as I opened the door. “That was uncalled for,” I stepped into Andrea’s office.

“Michael,” Andrea said as she looked at me.

I was the supervisor for two floors, and Andrea was one of my leads. “Sorry, it’s just been a rough day,” Andrea said as she tried to explain her behavior.

“It’s okay,” I smiled as I sat across from her. “What happened?”

“Phillip forgot my birthday,” Andrea said as she looked at me. “I know,” she shrugged. It shouldn’t affect me, but it is the third time, and well,” she stopped and stared at me. It’s my fortieth, and I had something planned.”

“It should affect you,” I sat back. “If Leslie forgot mine and I had something planned, I would be upset.”

“Your wife is perfect, she wouldn’t forget something like that,” Andrea smiled.

“No one is perfect,” I smiled. “I have forgotten our anniversary in the past as well as our sons birthday once.”

Andrea laughed. “I bet she never let you live that down,” she said with a smile.

“Nope,” I shook my head. “Still brings it up.”

“Thanks,” Andrea smiled. “I feel better.”

“Good,” I stood up and made my rounds.

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Later, as I was about to leave, I saw the light in the hallway on. Andrea usually turns the lights off.

I heard her yelling and walked toward her office. No one was supposed to be here. The cleaning crew didn’t come until nine; it was just past six.

“I had it all planned out!” Andrea yelled over the phone.

‘Phillip,’ I shook my head.

“You know how long I was prepping and planning and…” Andrea screamed. “You know what forget it! Go to your friend’s party.”

I was about to leave but knew I would have to talk to her tomorrow. ‘Might as well get it over with now,’ I thought as I breathed and went inside.

“Michael,” Andrea said, surprised as I entered her office. “I thought you left already.”

“I was about to,” I stared at her.

Andrea stared at her phone. “I guess you heard all that, huh?” she faked a smile.

“Yeah, I did,” I sat down. “Want to talk about it?”

“It’s kind of personal,” Andrea pulled a strand of hair from her face.

“Okay,” I stood up and headed for the door.

“But I would like your opinion, if we can talk off the record,” Andrea grimaced. “Especially you being a man and all that,” she stared at me.

“Sure,” I returned to the chair. “Completely off the record and personal,” I sat down.

“Okay,” Andrea sat down.

She told me about their declining sex life, something I agreed that was happening in my marriage. It eventually happened in every married household, especially after the kids left the roost in Andrea’s marriage. And in my household, they had just started walking, talking, and investigating everything. Leslie and I could never be alone for too long without one of our three intruding.

“So, I was going to bring something to the table, that Phillip had wanted for a long time,” Andrea said.

“Okay,” I sat back. “What’s that?”

“Anal,” Andrea said lightly. “I know a lot of women like it, and it’s part of their regular thing, but I have never done it, and he had been asking and trying and sneaking an attempt now and then, but I always said no.”

“So, by prepping and planning,” I nodded.

“Yeah, actually started to like it, by you know using other toys and plugs and things,” Andrea said.

“Bet he was happy,” I smiled. “I know I was, when Leslie finally said yes.”

“That’s the thing, he wasn’t,” Andrea said. “He just brushed it off, said it wasn’t important to him anymore.”

“Wow,” I said inadvertently.

I didn’t mean that to come out like that, but Andrea had a whootie on her. Even Leslie, my black wife, said she wished she had Andrea’s ass. I had even had a few thoughts of being the man to fuck Andrea from behind many times.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” I said.

“It’s okay,” Andrea laughed. I know the reactions I get,” she smiled. “I wish my front were as big as my back; then I would get the right attention from the right person.”

Andrea was now directing that statement at me. I was a boob guy, and while Andrea had a huge ass, she had average size breasts.

“Andrea,” I said.

“I know,” Andrea held up her hand. “We are both married, and work together,” she sighed.

“Yes,” I said. “Pushing the thought of Andrea and I out of my head.”

“So, back to our situation,” Andrea coughed as she brought us back to the present. Do you think Phillip is avoiding it or me?”

“I think you might need to remind him,” I smiled. “Sometimes life can get a bit hectic, and he might have forgotten that he wanted to do it.”

“How do I remind him?” Andrea asked.

“Wear tight jeans, send him random pictures of your ass,” I shrugged.

“I was going to send him a picture today,” Andrea smiled. “I have a plug in my ass, and I was going to send him a picture of it.”

I stammered in thought as I imagined a butt plug in Andrea’s ass right now. “Like today, now?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s been in there since lunch,” Andrea smiled. “I was hoping to go home and well you know,” she beamed.

“Oh,” I was lost in thought.

“Do you want to see?” Andrea asked.

“No, yes, I mean, no,” I shook my head.

“Come on, you know you do,” Andrea stood up and lifted her skirt.

Andrea wasn’t a big woman, which made her having such a ripe and thick ass made it stand out more than anything else.

“Holy fuck!” I said as Andrea pulled her cheeks apart to show the plug.

“Yeah, it feels really good!” Andrea exclaimed. “I bet the real thing feels even better, but,” she lowered her skirt.

I don’t know what came over me, but I lifted it again and pulled her cheeks apart. “Michael?” Andrea smiled.

I had to do it. I had to.

I roughly pushed Andrea to bend over the table. “Do it Michael, you know you want to,” Andrea said as she looked back at me. “Shove that black cock where it belongs!”

I slowly pulled the plug out and took my cock out.

“Fuck!” I growled as I didn’t want to go into her tight hole on the first attempt.

“Push harder!” Andrea said.

Andrea gasped as the head of my cock entered her ass. “Fuck yes!” I yelled as I gripped Andrea’s hips.

“That’s it Michael,” Andrea slammed her ass back onto me. “Fuck my ass! Take my anal virginity!”

I growled loudly as I fucked Andrea’s ass hard, fast, and deep.

“You should have done this a long time ago,” Andrea buried her head and shoved her ass back onto my cock. “It’s yours, it’s always been yours!”

“Fuck fuck!” I grunted as the tight walls of her ass gripped my cock.

“Do it,” Andrea said. “Cum in my ass!”

That was something Leslie hated. She didn’t mind me fucking her ass but didn’t want me to cum in it. I always had to pull out. She said she hated the feeling of cum in her ass. She even started wanting me to pull out of her constantly.

“Fucking take it!” I slammed my cock deep inside Andrea’s tight ass.

“Give it!” Andrea cheered. “Give me all of it!”

I slowly pulled out and saw remnants of my cum leaking out of her ass. Andrea turned and smiled at me.

“Never again,” I said as I pulled up my pants.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Andrea teased. “Anytime you want to do that, you just do it,” she winked as she picked up her things. “Walk me out?”

I walked Andrea to her car and stared at her ass the whole way. ‘How could a fit, petite white woman like her have an ass like that?’ I thought as I watched her get in her car.

~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“You’re late,” Leslie said as I entered the house.

“I know,” I sighed as I picked up my youngest. “Andrea and Phillip are having problems,” I said as I sat down to feed her.

“Uh huh, don’t care,” Leslie said as she picked up her yoga bag. “The others are upstairs doing whatever they do,” she said. “Love you.”

Leslie kissed me on the forehead as she went for the door.

“Love you too,” I said as the front door closed.