Somehow I let it slip. I was at work, for fuck’s sake, and I still let it slip.

We were in a conference room after a meeting, lingering with the last of the coffee. We were chatting, my boss and I. Just having a normal, friendly conversation like co-workers do every day.

And I let it slip.

“Are you gonna take any of the fruit?” Jason asked me just as we got ready to leave. In his hand, he held up one of the most enormous bananas I have ever seen. Even his large hand barely closed around it.

“As much as I love a huge banana, I think I’ll pass this time.”

Silence hit us both at the same time as my words sunk in. What the hell was wrong with me?

Jason stepped closer, and for a moment, I thought I might get fired on the spot.

“You do, huh? A huge one, you say?” he asked in a whisper.

I bit my lip and nodded because there was no going back. His eyes opened wide as he looked down at me. The bastard was well over six feet tall, and I had to crane my neck to see his face. When he touched my chin, I thought I might come or cry.

“Some people tell me that too big is just too big,” he said as he slid his hand down my arm with an impressive amount of grace and restraint.

“I can’t even imagine….”

Before I could finish, he had my hand in his. And without another word, he gently guided it to the growing bulge in his pants.

I licked my lips and tried not to drool because the truth was, Jason’s cock felt huge through his suit pants. Big in a way I hadn’t had in a very long time. Too long.

I reached behind me and locked the door. He reached over me and flicked off the light.

And then I was on my knees unzipping my boss’s pants. I reached a hand in and realized he wasn’t even hard yet. And when I pulled him out, his weighty cock flopped into my hand as I audibly gasped.

“Don’t worry,” he said, looking down at me with a grin. “I’m a grower, not a shower.”

“Fuck,” I said as I wrapped my hand halfway around his thick shaft and began to stroke him. “It’s so much bigger….”

“Bigger than who?” he asked as I opened my mouth and licked away the hint of pre-cum that already leaked from his cock.

“So much bigger than my husband,” I said before taking him between my lips.

“I almost forgot you’re married,” he said with a laugh as I felt him grow harder in my mouth. His cock swelled as I sucked him, and I was so wet I worried I might soak through my panties and skirt.

“I’m close to forgetting myself,” I said, pausing to look up at him with hungry eyes. “God, I haven’t had a cock this big in so long.”

I took as much as I could down my throat, but gagging and drooling as much fun as succeeding. I worked him with both hands a I slobbered over him, worshiping that glorious cock with every ounce of religious fervor I had.

“Do you think you can take it?” Jason asked, finally pulling me to my feet and gripping my ass with both hands. “Do you think your petite little pussy can fit all this inside it?”

I gripped his shaft with both hands as I looked down and nodded again.

“I don’t know, but I sure as hell want to try.”

I hiked my skirt up and pushed my panties down. The head of his cock nestled into my smooth pussy lips, and I rubbed him against me gently. I could see his pre-cum glistening on my skin, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted him inside me.

“You’re soaking,” Jason said as he pushed two fingers into me. “Which is good. You’ll need it.”

Without ceremony, my boss pushed me back against the conference table, quickly lifted me, and plopped my ass down on the cold surface. He spread my legs, stepped between them, and began rubbing his massive cock against my soaking wet pussy.

“You know what I love about married pussy?”

“No,” I moaned as I tried to push down onto him. “What is it?”

“They never ask for a condom,” he said as he slowly began to push that beast inside me. I opened my legs wider, gripped his forearms in my hands, and let out a long desperate sigh as he filled me one inch at a time.

“Oh god, no; I want it just like this. I want you raw. I want to feel every bit of you.”

“Why didn’t I know you were such a slut?”

Before I could respond, Jason kissed me and filled me the rest of the way, splitting me open as I came instantly.

I kissed him back as pain and pleasure tore through me from head to toe, and I never wanted it to stop.

A new cock is always a pleasure. A new big cock is amazing.

But Jason’s cock was something else entirely.

As he fucked me faster and harder, I didn’t stop coming. I held him tightly and moaned into his mouth, my whole body on fire. I could feel him pulsing inside me, and my mind was as blank as a winter morning.

“Look at you taking the whole thing,” he growled, forcing me to look down at where he stretched my pussy open. “Such a good girl.”

“Oh god, fuck me, Jason. Please don’t stop; I’m coming so damn hard already. It’s so much better. And so much bigger.”

“Tell me more,” he said as he leaned over me and continued to pound into my tight cunt. “Tell me how much better I am.”

“You’re so much bigger, and I’m coming so much harder than I do at home. Oh, god, I can’t fucking stand it. Your cock is so beautiful and so big. My husband is nothing compared to you!”

“I’m gonna come so hard. Right here in your married pussy.”

I couldn’t speak as he fucked me.

Instead, I mumbled and begged, my desire for his cock and cum a desperate and pathetic need. I bit his lip as I fucked him back, pushing my hips against him until his pubic bone pressed against my clit.

And just as I felt him tighten and pulse, his massive cock exploding within me, I came again. This time so hard that I saw stars as he filled my cunt with so much cum I knew I’d feel him tomorrow.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned in my ear as he shook.

Tears streamed down my face. Tears of pain and tears of joy.

“Come in, me,” I moaned louder than I should have. “Come in my married cunt; you feel so fucking good. So much better than him!”

I cried out one last time as he buried himself within me, shooting the last of his load deep into my womb. Both of us looked down when he pulled out; I was a beautiful mess.

When Jason pulled his phone out, I didn’t say a word. He snapped six photos of my dripping pussy and his glistening cock before putting it away and smiling at me.

“So I have something to jerk off to later.”

“You can always jerk off in me, if you want,” I said without thinking.

“You really are a slut. Now be a good girl and keep nice and quiet going back to your desk. And remember, Katie, this didn’t happen, okay?”

“Yes, boss,” I said with a wink as he pulled up his pants and tucked himself in. He patted my cheek like a favorite niece before turning and walking out, leaving me a soaking disaster on the conference table.

I pulled my panties up slowly and patted down my skirt.

And then, when I was alone, I pulled my phone out of my purse and raised it to my ear.

“Could you hear it, darling? Could you hear him fucking me?”

“I heard all of it, you beautiful slut. Every single nasty word that came out of your mouth. Was he really that big?”

“He’s huge,” I told my husband as I reached between my legs to rub my swollen lips. “And he left so much for you to clean up.”

“Come home now,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I can’t wait a minute longer to taste that sloppy pussy.”

“I’ll see you soon,” I said before hanging up.

If Jason wanted to get on my case for skipping out early, he could take it up with HR.

Somehow, I doubted he’d do anything of the sort. Especially now that he knew he could fuck me whenever he liked.

As I drove home as quickly as I could, all I could think about was the weight of his cock in my hand when I first touched it, and how much I ached when he filled me with it.

I could barely think as I sped down the road, needing to get what I deserved when I got home.

I was a filthy slutty wife, and my husband was going to be a very happy man.