My phone buzzed, “10 minutes away” showed on the display. My pulse quickened. We had both been eagerly awaiting our spouses to both be out of town for their own jobs, for over a month. My boss’s boss was 10 minutes away and after our last rendezvous I was desperate for more.

I double checked everything in the bedroom to make sure everything was in place, lube, check, condoms, check. “Should be good” I thought to myself. I wanted to get right into it, after weeks of discreet glances in meetings, and quick, fleeting moments hidden away behind her closed office door. Unfortunately, none of these added up to any sort of release for the built up tension between us. My mind began drifting back to peeling her thong down and tasting the sweet taste of her pussy as my tongue had flicked across her clit in room 231 only weeks before.

Suddenly the sound of my doorbell, broke me from my daydream. My queen had arrived. I quickly opened the door, and staring at me was my 5’3”, blonde superior. Dressed simply in grey sweats, her blonde hair perfectly framing her beautiful face, I noticed a black gym bag draped over her shoulder. I quickly invited her in and closed the door behind her before our lips met. Just in case any mosey neighbors were catching a peak of my visitor. The lust was already attempting to take over as I wrapped my arms around her to pull her close. Our lips continued their dance. When we finally broke our embrace, we separated. “What’s in the bag?” I asked. She smiled and gave her lower lip a slight bite and seductively replied, “you’ll see”. I asked, “well do you want the grand tour?” As we stood in my living room. She smiled, “sure, first where is your bedroom?” I grabbed her by the hand as we walked down the hallway to the french doors that gave way to the master bedroom.

Upon entering, she looked around admiring her unfamiliar surroundings. Noticing the door leading into the master bathroom, she began moving that direction. I started to follow, to continue the tour. She turned and pointed at the bed, “wait there, I have a surprise” closing the door behind her. I took a seat on the bed as I felt the blood already rushing into my cock. It was quickly hardening at the anticipation of what was to come. I heard the zipper on the gym bag open and my mind began racing, imagining what was coming next.

Some may say I have a bit of a lingerie fetish. I prefer that instead of a “fetish”, to call myself a bit of a lingerie connoisseur. I always try to spice up my own sex life with my wife, by buying her a wide assortment of lingerie from all the brands out there. While she was willing to satisfy my desires, it was always a bit of a chore to beg her to slip into those things. Which frankly is annoying and a total turn off. So shout out to all you ladies here on Reddit that love to show off! You are keeping my imagination running wild! Sorry back to the story…

The door slowly began to open as a bent leg in black fishnet stocking down to a black high heel, came into view. “What a change of pace” I thought to myself. “I didn’t even have to ask or beg”. The door continued to open as more of my queen’s lingerie covered body came into view. Finally the entire picture was present. Standing before me was a sexy, confident woman donned in black fishnets, running up to a dark blue garter belt, complete with matching blue g-string, correctly worn over the top of the garter stocking straps. I couldn’t wait to rip that off and display my prize, I thought to myself. My eyes continued up her body, past her toned stomach, up to the blue push up bra, perfectly displaying her cleavage, and up to her lusty eyes. The heels were a perfect touch, accentuating her already toned legs and making them even sexier as if that was possible. Her hips swayed as she began to make her way towards me.

I began to yank my shirt off as I felt her hand run down my shoulder, down my pec towards the button on my jeans. Her other hand assisting with opening the button and going to my zipper as I leaned backwards giving her room to open things up. Her hand began to dig into my pants and a firm grasp on my shaft was all I needed to get a full erection. I assisted with removing my jeans as I stood over her as she went to her knees. Suddenly I felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping around the head of my cock. I reached down and grasped a handful of her straight, blonde hair. I slowly forced her to take my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. The gagging and slurping sounds as I began to quicken my pace and face fuck her was all that filled the room.

I continued pounding her throat as she didn’t miss a beat. She wasn’t yet attempting to come up for air, so I took this as a message to stretch her limits as I pressed her nose against my lower abdomen. My entire cock was down her throat as I held her there, feeling the muscles of her throat struggle against this foreign object that had her filled up. I felt her begin to struggle and released the pressure and let her come up for air. Her watery eyes looking up at me, begged for more. I shoved my cock back down her throat as she began to struggle, but not once whimpering or begging for me to stop. What a shift in power dynamics. In the office this woman was known for her aggressiveness, and assertiveness. After all she was one of those females that was absolutely crushing it in a man’s world, but here in my bedroom, she was submitting to me. I pulled my cock out, allowing her to get another full breath before continuing to push her down the path of transformation, from superior to submissive.

I continued stretching her throat until her mascara began to streak down her face from the war that her body was waging to stay oxygenated. I pulled her up and kissed her lips, a sign of a job well done, as I felt her saliva and drool dripping from my erect cock. I twisted her back to the bed and pushed her down so she was laying flat. I lifted both of her legs up to get a view of her framed pussy between her tight, toned legs, and a little bright glimmer caught my eye. Behind her blue g-string was a matching blue jeweled plug firmly in her ass. “Mmmm, my little slut” I smirked at her make-up smeared face as I removed her underwear and applied additional light pressure with my fingers to the plug as my thumb broke the threshold into her pussy. She was absolutely soaked. I leaned forward as our lips met and our tongues became entangled. We began to make out as I moved my thumb in and out feeling the added pressure from the plug. She moaned into our kiss, giving me a signal that I was making the right moves.

I stopped, with the intention of reaching for the condoms on the nearby night stand. She quickly protested, “no condom. I want you bare.” I rebutted, “but what about”, she looked at me “I’m 54, we don’t have anything to worry about”. That was all I needed. I shoved my cock into her vagina, as our hips met each other in perfect rhythm as we fully embraced attempting to get closer and closer. Her nails began digging into my back as I felt the walls of pussy contract around my cock. That with the added fullness of the plug rubbing against the bottom of my cock pushed me over the edge, as I felt the ropes of cum beginning to erupt deep inside her. Her body stiffened as her own orgasm hit. I continued cumming as I filled her up. Once our orgasms subsided I kissed her neck as she began to catch her breath. “Shower?” I asked as we looked into each other’s eyes. She simply nodded yes as I helped her to her feet.

What a week this is going to be I thought to myself, as we made our way to the shower.