Finding Time for Us Pt. 02

It was a pleasant surprise when my Executive Assistant called me to let me know that my wife was on her way into my office. Chrissy doesn't often make the drive up to where I work, and I'd had no indicator from her that morning that she had plans to be up this way. The door to my office was open, as it usually is when I'm in the office and alone. Her 5'3" petite frame breezed in, dressed in a light blue floral sundress with her dark blonde hair pulled back. She dropped her bag by the door.

Chrissy and I have been married ten years now, and we're just past 30, but she is still as young, fresh-looking, and cute as the day we married. She has always had the tightest, cutest butt, and petite firm, b-cup breasts that are the perfect size to me. All, of course, accentuated by her narrow waist. But the whole package is completed by the angelic face - complete with green eyes, high cheeks, perpetually smiling lips, graceful neck, and just enough freckles to make her adorable in any lighting. And yet her angelic face can become the sexiest, most alluring sight in the world when she is in the right mood.

At the moment, the look on her sweet face is just professional enough to ensure that Karen, my Executive Assistant, doesn't suspect there is any ulterior motive for the visit beyond possibly going out for lunch. Karen followed behind Chrissy and leaned in the office door to get my attention.

"I just wanted to remind you that I'm meeting John for lunch." She said with a smile. "I'm going to take off now if that's alright."

"Oh, that's right," I said, having genuinely forgotten since she had told me early in the morning, "you have fun. Don't worry about the time - we will probably be late, too." I gestured to Chrissy, who turned and smiled at Karen. They knew each other only a little bit from the times they had met in circumstances like this over the year or so that Karen had been with me in this position.

"I have a feeling the arrival of my lovely bride means we will be having lunch as well." I said with a smile. Karen laughed dutifully and smiled at Chrissy.

"It's good to see you again, Mrs. Miller." Karen said as she straightened and prepared to make her escape, "You two have a great lunch!" And then she was gone.

"You, too..." Chrissy said to the empty door, not sure if Karen heard or not. She looked at me and we both chuckled.

"She's... uh... really eager to get to her lunch." I stated unnecessarily. Chrissy rolled her eyes humorously.

"So I see. Why do I get the impression that eating food isn't the only thing on her mind?" Chrissy turned back and closed my office door, but it was her locking it that made me raise my eyebrows at her. I stood and walked around my desk and the conference table and she met me halfway so I could take her in my arms and bent to kiss her properly in greeting. Her kisses still burn a path straight through my brain to my groin, and it wasn't long before I was poking her bellybutton. As she liked to do, she gently rubbed her belly back and forth against my erection as we kissed. My hands had migrated south of their own and were cupping her tight ass though her sundress - one cheek in each hand, just the way she liked. She broke the kiss with a contented sigh.

"Makes the drive soooo worth it." She said with a smile.

"I'm glad." I said with a chuckle, "now what do you want to do about lunch?"

Her lopsided mischievous smile was the beginning of an answer. She took a couple steps to the conference table, turned, lifted the hem of her sundress and sat on the edge of the table. As she slowly parted her legs I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties and her lips were glistening. I couldn't help but chuckle - I knew what she'd done. Her pussy lips were coated with lip gloss. Flavored lip gloss. Most, but not all, of the glistening was the lip gloss. Some was the excitement she got from thinking about what she was going to do on the drive here.

"I thought maybe I could be the first course." She said with a husky tone, her breath already deep in anticipation.

I love the way her mind works, and within moments I was seated with my face between her spread legs as she reclined back on the tabletop. I could already detect the incredible scent of her aroused pussy, with a hint of raspberry, and it was already making my mouth water. Chrissy was already kneading her own breasts with her hands through the material of the sundress and the bra she wore. Even as I took in the sight of her perfect, pussy, shaved smooth, it began to glisten even more as her natural moisture built in anticipation.

I kissed the inside of one knee and she flinched slightly with the first touch of my lips, a small moan escaping her. Then I licked a small line upwards toward her center. Then I turned and kissed the inside of her other knee and felt her legs tremble slightly. The next moan came when I licked a line upwards from that knee and made it halfway to where her legs joined her body before pausing. Her moan sounded like a somewhat frustrated growl now.

"I feel compelled to even out the pattern, of course." I kidded her, as I returned to the inside of the other thigh. She groaned.

"Oh, God, you and your OCD!" she half moaned and half chuckled, even as her hands moved to rake her fingers through my hair.

I licked a trail nearly all the way to the inner crease where her leg joined her body, my nose almost touching her moist and beautifully scented labia. She shuddered in anticipation as I exhaled across her swollen pussy lips. The moan that elicited was music to my ears and I smiled. I licked the crease of her leg and up over her pubic mound, stopping just above her hooded clit. She gasped when I pulled away, only to start again at the other crease on the other leg. She was almost shaking constantly now, one hand in my hair trying to guide my tongue to her pussy and the other under her bra inside the dress.

Finally, having no will power to prolong it anymore, I moved my mouth over her lip gloss-coated pussy and indulged myself with one, slow, long lick upwards from the base of her pussy to the top of her hooded clit. As I did this, her head arched back, her chest went up, her hips canted down as if to hurry my tongue's journey. But I was determined to savor this, my first course of what was a delightful lunch. I applied just enough pressure during the travel of my tongue to spread her pussy lips somewhat, opening her to the sensations of my tongue on the inside as well as the outside. Her moan was loud enough that I really hoped my assistant remembered to close and lock her office door as well. At the top I let my tongue pull the hood back from her clit and taste that tiny hard nub as well. Her gasp was all the reward I needed.

Moving my tongue back to the bottom to start again I swallowed and enjoyed the wonderful combination of tastes - Chrissy's pussy, raspberry lip gloss, salty, and a hint of citrus that she always seems to have.

"God, you taste good." I muttered, almost as much to myself as to her. My only answer was a happy groan as my tongue began the next journey up her tasty pussy.

And so I continued, slowly speeding up the travels each time, and increasing the pressure a little, until eventually I was licking her pussy mostly at the top on her clit to add to the stimulation of my two fingers now inside her, fucking her pussy hard, curled to stimulate her g-spot on each outward pass. At some point she had pulled her sundress straps down off her shoulders and flipped her bra down so she could pull at her nipples and caress her tits. Her hips were gyrating and she was gasping and moaning with abandon, arching her back and pushing her head back on the table.

Suddenly, her hips canted forward and she gasped out a warning to me that she was going to cum. I smiled to myself and sucked on her clit, focusing my lips on that while I used my fingers to good effect.

"Ohhhh Myyyyy Gooood!" she wailed, "I'm cuuuuummmmiiiiinnnngggg!"

Even as she said it, her body began to spasm with the beginning of her orgasm. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting rhythmically around my fingers, and then I got a blast of her juices in the chin. Every now and then she squirts when she cums. I take it as a form of applause for a particularly well done orgasm, and I couldn't help smiling even as I considered that my shirt was now most likely covered with her juices.

Her legs clamped around my head as her orgasm wound down, and I almost laughed when I recalled how many times we've done this and that she still gets embarrassed when she squirts. No matter how many times I tell her, I can't seem to get her to believe how much of a turn-on it is for me when she does.

I backed off her clit, knowing it was now going to be way too sensitive for any contact. Instead I concentrated on licking any traces of lip gloss off her outer lips I may have missed, and enjoying her cum that was still all over her pussy. As her breathing started to return to normal I looked up at her and admired her sexy tits. I have always loved her natural pointy, firm breasts. And there they were, still heaving with her breathing, looking so sexy and suckable.

I stood from the chair to lean over her and look her in the eyes - which were still half shut from post-orgasmic bliss. I bent down and gently kissed first one perky nipple and then the other. Each one drew a small smile and a tiny moan between lingering sighs.

"I love you, sexy babe." I said, meaning it.

"Ha!" she gasped, chuckling, "Then why are you trying to kill me?" She moved her hands up over her breasts again, squeezing them and moaning and smiling.

"But I love you, too. Even if you are trying to kill me." Her hands reached for my belt. "Now you need to get that out of your pants."

My belt came undone and her skilled fingers soon had my pants dropping to the floor. My boxers immediately followed them and her hand was wrapped around my hardon, gently urging me towards her.

"And into me." She moaned as she pulled the tip of my cock against her swollen wet pussy.

She was certainly wet enough - I'd seen to that already. I slid into her, enjoying that special heavenly feeling that is unique to perfect tight pussies stretching around rock hard cocks. When I had pushed all the way in, I stayed pressed deeply into her while she wrapped her legs around my waist as I took my shirt off. As I tossed it aside I couldn't help but notice it had a huge wet spot of pussy juice down the front.

"Beware the splash zone." I mumbled with a smile. She giggled and squeezed my penis inside her with her incredibly strong pussy muscles.

"It's a good thing you have a loving wife that makes sure you have a spare shirt at work." She said with her wicked smile.

"True. Very true." I said with mock severity. "But what would the poor girl think if she could see me now, fucking this gorgeous young girl right here on my conference room table?" Chrissy smiled, enjoying our games as always. She pulled me against her with her strong legs and we both enjoyed feeling me move inside her.

"She'd wish she was here being fucked, too." She husked. "Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me hard."

So I did.

That session on the conference room table started with me thrusting into her hard with her on her back. Then somehow I seemed to migrate up onto the table so I was driving down into her. Then we flipped so she was riding me cowgirl and I was driving my cock up into her, almost as if I was trying to lift her off the table. We pounded into each other, meeting each other stroke for stroke, until, her riding on top of me, she leaned forward and screamed she was cumin and that proved more than I could take.

Her tumbling over the orgasm cliff pulled me with her. Her pussy doing its wonderful squeezing rhythm in orgasmic waves on my hard cock seemed to milk me of every drop of cum I could produce. She sat on me, driving me as deep as she could get me as I started to cum inside her. I filled her perfect pussy until it was full, then it started to squirt around where her pussy was stretched around my cock. By the end, when she was panting and I was feeling the last throbs of my balls from the most intense orgasm I'd had in a while, we had a small puddle of our mixed cum under us.

She had collapsed leaning forward on me, each of our faces in the neck of the other, our labored breathing in each other's ears. I swear I could hear her smile in her breathing. I hoped she could hear my smile in my breathing. I nuzzled the side of her neck and kissed her ear. She moaned slightly and squeezed my slowly softening penis inside her, which just made me smile more.

Eventually my back started to ache from the hard table and we got up, the cooling puddle of cum rather slimy and unpleasant now, but a god reminder that it needed to be cleaned up. Fortunately, my office has a private bathroom with a double vanity and a shower. I got some hand towels and cleaned up the mess while Chrissy got herself and the rest of the office squared away.

"Smells like sex in here." she said with a smile. "I hope you don't have any meetings schedule this afternoon." I made a show of thinking about it.

"As a matter of fact, I do. But just with Karen. We'll see if she notices." I don't know who had the bigger smile - me or Chrissy.

"You'll have to tell me about it when you get home." She went to the office door and retrieved the bag she had dropped off there when she arrived. She brought it to the now cleaned conference table and started to take out a couple sandwiches and a bag of pickles. I went to my fridge and get us iced tea. While she was getting paper towels and laying out lunch, I went into my bathroom and got the spare shirt I keep in there. I came back into the office buttoning the shirt.

My beautiful wife made a display of presenting the lunch on the table like she was an auto show model or something.

"Your lunch, main course, is served, sir." She said, dimples on display.

"You are quite amazing, my love. Thank you." I kissed and we say next to each other to eat. Every now and then my hand would brush her hip, where there was no panty line and I felt nothing but her sexy, smooth skin under the dress. She looked at me and her lopsided smile returned.

"Eat your lunch, hon. That's dessert."