I felt a sense of relief as I pulled into my driveway and noticed that Brian's Mustang wasn't there. He loved that car so much that I was jealous of it sometimes. If it wasn't there then neither was he. I hurried into the house and ran straight into our bedroom and the attached bathroom. I didn't wait to lay out any clothes I just stripped off my skirt, blouse and bra, leaving me naked. I really didn't know where my panties were, but that was a matter for later consideration.
I turned the shower on full blast and felt even more relief as the pulsating nozzles washed away all the traces of semen from my face and body. I grabbed shower gel and a bath puff and tried as hard as I could to scrub my skin raw. The outside of my body was actually the easy part. Scrubbing my soul was much harder, and would take far longer if ever.
Beating my husband home, and washing away the fact that another man's sperm was all over my face and hair was one thing. Washing away the fact that not only had it happened, but that this wasn't the first time from my face as I looked into my husband's loving eyes would be the hard one. I leaned back in the shower as the water fell on me and cried. Why did I start this? How had I let it go this far?
Three months ago I was Laura Bell, loving and faithful wife to Brian Bell for the past 11 years. We had, or have a great family. We have a daughter named Janet, who is 10 years old. She was named after my mother, and is a very smart little girl. Timmy our son is the younger child and he was named after my dad. Brian's parents were killed in an auto accident years before we met and he didn't want the painful memories so we'd named the kids after their surviving grandparents.
Our house is nearly paid off and we both have great jobs. In terms of our marriage, things really could use a little sprucing up in the bedroom but the rest of the house is fine. It wasn't that Brian didn't try, or that he didn't turn me on anymore, but let's face it you can't eat steak every day, made the same way every time, without wanting some chicken or fish every once in a while. But maybe that's just my excuse for what I've become.
The worst part about it is that I truly love my husband and I would do anything for that man. If it came down to it, I'd lay down my own life so he could live. But then 3 months ago Donald Zimmerman invaded my department at the accounting firm I worked at and everything changed.
Donald or DZ as he wanted everyone to call him was hired in as a manager. In less than 2 weeks he became an assistant director. 2 weeks later he was a full director and would probably become the senior director very soon. Donald was a force of nature. He was like the light you couldn't stare at for too long without going blind. He wasn't classically handsome, in fact my husband is actually better looking and in better shape.But Donald just had this way of looking at people that made women horny and men afraid. He is a predator, short and simple. If you cross his path, you get fucked, one way or another.
I can still remember the first time he came into my office to drop off some files for some accounts he wanted me to take over. He had recently simply fired several of our account reps to make the department more streamlined and save revenue. He was now in the process of handing out their work to other account reps to take up the slack.
"Bell, huh?" he growled at me in that deep voice. He looked me over as if he was looking at a piece of meat. He dropped off three thick folders on my desk, and before I could protest about my workload, he started growling again. "I'm glad that I didn't fire you," he said walking around my desk and continuing to stare at me. "Do you prefer miss, or are you one of those Mizz girls?" he asked.
"Actually it's Mrs." I croaked nervously as I held up my hand and displayed my wedding ring.
"Too bad," he said as he started to leave, "See ya later."
Too bad, why; I wondered as I started looking at the large pile of work he'd left me. For some reason I couldn't get his image out of my mind. His suit was wrinkled and the top of his shirt was open a couple of buttons. His tie didn't match either his shirt or his suit and was just dangling around his neck. His shoes were scuffed and old fashioned. He obviously didn't take much time with his personal grooming, but he probably didn't have to. His whole aura just gave off some kind of weird animal magnetism that I couldn't explain. As I thought about him just barging into my office without even knocking and then leaving with that "Too bad," comment just hanging in the air, I noticed that my panties were already wet from just thinking about it.
An hour later, just before lunch, my door slammed open and then closed again, before I could even register it. He rushed into the room and came around my desk grabbing me by my shoulders and standing me up.
"Unh, no tits," he said as he looked me over again. "I guess it doesn't matter though for this."
Before I could even react he pushed me down to my knees and started unbuckling his pants. I wasn't even shocked. I was just numb as he pulled out his penis and thrust it towards my face. Almost on auto pilot, I started to gently lick the head of his dick, giving no thought to my husband or our marriage. My vows of fidelity and my children were forgotten as well.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled at me. "Suck it you whore." Then he just grabbed the back of my head and started literally fucking my face. While his dick wasn't any bigger, or thicker than Brian's, he was slamming it into my mouth with almost no regard for me. Several times it just forced its way down my throat and I couldn't breathe. Then mercifully he picked me up and bent me over my desk. He snatched my panties down and tried to rip them off. He couldn't though so he just cut them in half with my desk scissors.
I knew it was coming. I knew what he wanted to do to me, but somehow I didn't scream out. In fact I think I really wanted it. I was waiting for it. I was so wet, that I was sure my pussy was dripping. Brian hadn't gotten me this excited in a long time. When his penis finally entered me I just surrendered to it. My legs spread apart so far that I had trouble walking for the next few hours. There was no foreplay, no gentle stroking or licking, he just rammed it in and took me. In the first few strokes I was already starting to cum, and my pussy belonged to him. He just kept slamming me over and over and then he started to cum as well. He just grunted and smacked me on my ass, and started pulling his clothes together. I slid down off the desk still dazed. My legs were still spread and his semen was running out of my vagina. I wasn't on the pill, what if he'd gotten me pregnant?
"Married huh?" he smirked at me. "Why would anyone marry a whore like you?"
Then he left slamming the door, as hard as he had when he came in. For the next few days I was racked with guilt. DZ came into my office whenever he felt like it and just used me however he felt like, and left. In the back of my mind I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I knew that it would probably end in disaster, but I was powerless to do anything about it. He came in one morning and bent me over the table, he said he liked it better that way because he didn't have to look at me, and I didn't have any tits anyway. That morning he noticed that I wasn't as wet as he expected, and he claimed my pussy wasn't as tight.
"Who have you been fucking?" he asked me through clenched teeth.
"Brian," I said in a nervous voice.
"Who the fuck is Brian?" he demanded.
"My husband," I sniveled, but I actually turned to look at him.
"I have no intentions of taking seconds from anybody, so you're going to have to stop fucking him."
That was the only time I displayed any kind of backbone. "Never," I snarled back at him.
"Then you'll have to pay the consequences," he growled even louder. He bent me back over the desk and rubbed his rough hands through my vagina. This is a switch I was thinking, he doesn't usually go in for foreplay of any kind. I was of course, wrong. He rubbed my vagina and then smeared my juices on his dick and my ass and just forced himself into my other hole. I wasn't a virgin there either but no one had ever been so rough with me and I screamed out.
"Shut up, ya stupid bitch," he said. "You really don't want anyone to find out about this, do you?"
Things started to go downhill from that point. With DZ being anything but subtle it soon became known around the office that he was fucking nearly half of the female staff members there. A couple of them had complained and were soon free of his advances, but I seemed to be unable to get myself free. This inability, and the fact that most of my coworkers liked my husband, made me the office whore. Several former friends of mine, who worked there, had made it known that they couldn't wait for the next company party so Brian could find out. They all agreed that Brian didn't deserve the way I was treating him, but surprisingly no one told him. People I had worked with for years no longer respected me or even spoke to me. My only solace was that my family didn't know, or so I thought.
My behavior had been affected over the last month or so, and Brian had noticed, but I didn't know it at the time. True to form he started to gently ask me what was wrong, and whether he had unknowingly done something to displease me. Of course I angrily denied it and told him I was just over-loaded with work at the office and would probably have to work more late nights.
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