The Truth of the Matter, Revealed

I've noted in nearly every post that la homme's wife is crazy. I know this because there's been some drama, which isn't very interesting, but the point of it is this: she got oh holy pissed off at him and told another girl in our office that he was not among the well endowed. It spread like wildfire, and I've spent sometime wondering if I would be disappointed at some point.

Now would be a good time to explain that I do love my husband, and that we have a long history together, and he's fallen apart on me in the past year, and the betrayal of being kept cold and hungry, in bitter, angry silence, is part of how I justify my shenanigans. Also? I put up with an awful lot of bullshit for about a twice a month romp with his very generous package. When we first started dating, and I was all of seventeen and only technically not a virgin, it was all he could do to get inside me. It took us a few months of weekly practice to get truly functional. Oh, those were the days!

I digress. So I was concerned that perhaps after years of occasional contact with a very large cock, if the rumors were true, la homme might leave something to be desired. My chief concerns were concealing my disappointment and worrying that over the years, my husband had ruined what he oft referred to as one of my best traits- a very tight pussy. Sometimes, he's ignored me for so long that we have to go back to our original tactics to allow him to fully penetrate me, but what if that was due to him and not me? Even in this naughty double life, I am neurotic and self conscious, which are two traits that do not suit a temptress. The question and the problem had grown huge in my head, particularly since I was beginning to think that la homme's refusal to let me touch him there was about more than his silly point of no return.

He's started coming to ask me a business question, standing in the door frame of my office, holding the door against his hip, with his beautiful body blocking the entire opening. When he does this, I kick off a high heeled shoe, put my foot on top of a drawer handle, and put on a little show for him.

The last time he did this, there was no one around to throw off the trail, so he was on his headset with a client when he stood at my door, not talking to me at all, just biting his lower slip a little as I slipped a finger inside me and wiggled my hips, grinning at him. He came in to my office and shut the door, replacing my finger with his own, and I slipped the mic arm on his headset up and out of my way as I kissed him, tugging on that beautiful lower lip with my teeth, gently.

He finished up his phone call and turned me around, so that my back was against his chest, and with a hand on my breast and another between my legs, he began to nibble on my neck and earlobes, until I turned my head and kissed him, neck twisted to it's limit, body still facing forward. He let up for a second, and I took the opportunity to turn and face him.

He kissed me and at the same time, took my hand and guided it to where I've tried myself to put it so many times. He was hard, and throbbing, and as I rubbed my hand over the front of his dress pants, I searched for the head. And searched, and searched, thinking to myself that his wife was a lying bitch. When I found it, and gave it a little squeeze, I gasped a little in the midst of our kiss, and he put his hand between my legs just in time to realize the effect this new boundary crossing had on me. I continued to rub his hard cock through his pants, and just as I was working up the nerve to go for his button and zipper, he pulled his hand away, then mine, kissed me one last time, turned around, took a few deep breaths, checked his appearance, and left.

Question answered. Problem solved. And now the only thing left to wonder, well, two things- when will I get to feel him throb inside me, and when will I get a taste?

coco