Chapter 2: Mom and Dad’s Affairs

It was just after six o’clock now, and Rick Greenfield finally closed the applications on his computer, almost ready to call it a day. He took a moment to swivel his chair around and just enjoy the view of the late afternoon cityscape from his office window. He’d already stayed at the office longer than he meant to, and he knew he ought to be getting home soon, before his kids started to wonder what was keeping him.

Not that they would be overly bothered, he reminded himself. If they cared at all. Bobbi would at least give some semblance of affection, but Paula would probably just give him a half-hearted “Hi Dad,” and Zander wouldn’t even come out of his room. And his wife? That wasn’t even worth mentioning.

But still, he should at least be trying, especially while Marcus was home. His kids might not have much attention for him these days, and that was partly because he hadn’t had much attention for them. Not because he didn’t care, but because ... well...

He stopped himself from going down a dangerous train of thought.

There was a time when he and his wife had been as passionately in love as anyone could ever hope to be. Back when he first met Keiko in college, he’d thought she was the most beautiful, wonderful girl he’d ever met.

Even if she was also the most promiscuous girl, who had slept her way through half the school before she met him.

Who was also paying her way through college by acting in porn.

But despite being a self-professed slut, Rick had at one time seen something beautiful in Keiko, and it had been enough to turn her into a respectable, monogamous woman who had given him several wonderful years of marriage and five great kids.

Which was way more than they’d planned on, incidentally. Their initial plan had been to have three kids, and when Keiko had gotten pregnant for the third time after Marcus and Lily, they had told themselves they were going to stop there. But that had been before they’d found out they were having twins. In the sudden hassle of finding themselves with four kids to raise, they had somehow been so busy they’d forgotten to take precautions, and before they had known it, little Bobbi had been on the way. Lesson learned; as soon as Bobbi was born, Keiko had made arrangements to have her tubes tied.

Yes, it was way more than they’d bargained for, but he knew they wouldn’t have traded a single one of their little devils for the world. Raising them had been the most rewarding thing in the world, and for the first decade or so of it, Rick and Keiko could not have been happier if they’d tried.

Somewhere along the way, something had happened. Maybe they were exhausted from raising so many kids. Maybe Keiko was only able to suppress her true self for so long. Whatever the reason, they had started speaking less, they had started seeing each other less, and their sex life had gone steadily downhill. And eventually, Rick had begun to realize that Keiko was no longer being the faithful wife she had become, after she started coming home later than she should have, or he would notice telltale signs like bits of smudged makeup or bites and hickeys that he hadn’t left on her. Eventually it was like they were strangers sleeping on opposite sides of the same bed.

And then ... there was that night, when Rick crossed the line himself...

No! he quickly reminded himself. Don’t think about that! It never happened.

Rick shook his head, not wanting to think about that forbidden night, or continue torturing himself with what used to be and what could have been. All that mattered was now, when his work for the day was done and what remained of his home life awaited.

But there was still one thing he had to do before he left.

After enjoying the view for another minute or so, he turned his chair around again, and pressed the button for his intercom. “Krista, can you come to my office please?”

Moments later a leggy, bespectacled brunette entered through the door of his office, clutching her tablet, as she shut the door behind her. “Yes, Mr. Greenfield?”

“We taken care of everything we need for today?”

Krista began looking over the points on her tablet, tapping each one with her stylus pen as she went. “Your presentation for tomorrow’s board meeting is all prepared, Mr. Kline has been called about your appointment with him next week, and I sent the reports from your staff to your email like you asked.” Then she lifted her head, and with a slight knowing smirk asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Yeah,” he said, returning her smirk. “You can lock the door.”

Krista giggled, and did just that, before tossing her tablet aside, along with her glasses and her hairpin, shaking her luminous tresses out. Rick arose from his chair and strode purposefully over to her, already unbuttoning his cuffs.

As they came together, they met with a passionate kiss, from which Rick could tell she’d been waiting all day for this as much as he had. They wasted no time starting to unbutton each other’s tops, and when she had his shirt undone she yanked it open, pulling it up out of his pants, and began kissing him all over the broad muscles of his chest.

He did similarly to hers, removing her blouse and then running his hands over her breasts, massaging them through the sheer material of her bra, which she quickly removed. As soon as the offending garment dropped away, Rick ducked his head and captured a nipple in his mouth, causing Krista to moan softly, rolling her head back and closing her eyes.

In less than a minute he had the rest of her clothes off, with his hands exploring every line and curve of her wonderful body. And in the next minute, she was ferociously ripping his clothes off, planting kisses on every inch of flesh she exposed—especially the thick, hard shaft that sprang up to meet her once she had his pants off.

Krista threw herself with gusto into fellating him, stroking him hard with her hand and bobbing her head so fast that her hair kept flying up. Rick grunted, and put a firm hand on her head. “Slow down, sweetie,” he said. “If you keep that up, I’m going to blow before I have a chance to take care of you!”

“I can’t help it,” she panted, pressing his cock against her cheek as she continued stroking it. “I just love your cock so much, boss!”

Rick couldn’t help grinning; he loved it when she called him “boss.” And she knew it, too. In front of coworkers, he was “Mr. Greenfield” to her; when they were alone, behind closed doors, and especially when their clothes were off, “boss” was what she liked to call him.

“Don’t you love it better when it’s inside you?” he said.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, giving the head a few more licks and then sucking it a little more.

“Then go lie down on my desk and prepare to be ravaged!”

“Right away boss!” she purred, and then got up and practically scampered over to his desk, spun around to face him, and hopped up on it and spread her legs, all while wearing the biggest smile she was capable of.

Rick came over and ducked his head down between her legs, placing his hand at the junction of her thighs to find she was already soaked. If the feel of her kiss hadn’t told him how she’d been anticipating this for hours, the wetness greeting him now certainly would have. He began teasing her clit, sliding a pair of fingers inside and began sawing in and out of her. She groaned loudly, arching her back and beginning to lie back, cupping her outthrust breasts.

He continued to pleasure her like that until she was practically jumping off the desk, and she whimpered, “Oh, please, boss, don’t torture me anymore! I need your cock now!”

“As the lady demands,” he smiled, standing up straight, grasping his cock as he lined it up with her dripping opening. And as he pushed it inside her, Krista’s head rolled back and she gasped sharply, arching her back again. Her hands gripped his forearms as he began to thrust, and her legs came up to lock behind his back, holding on for the ride.

Rick couldn’t remember now how long this affair with Krista had been going on for. He could hardly remember a time anymore when he wasn’t fucking his secretary behind his wife’s back. And maybe if he and his wife were still speaking to each other, that might have bothered him more.

He pushed thoughts of Keiko aside and put all of his focus on the glorious pussy enveloping his cock, and those perfect breasts bouncing and undulating with each thrust, and that beautiful face staring up at him, mouth hanging open, with loud cries of ecstasy escaping from it. He grabbed hold of those swaying breasts, losing himself to pure lust as he thrust harder than ever.

“Fuck me boss!” Krista cried. “Fuck me! Oh, yeah, FUCK ME!” Her eyes squeezed shut and she rolled her head back, reaching one hand back over her head to grip the other edge of the desk, while her other hand began rapidly strumming her clit. Her voice fell into a mantra of “Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Rick kept up the furious pace until Krista’s back arched up off the desk and her pussy convulsed around his invading member. He slowed as she rode the wave of her orgasm, and then paused as she took a few panting breaths.

He slowly began thrusting again, making three or four strokes before she sat up, pushing him back and out of her juicing pussy to let her stand up. And then, she turned around, and bent over at the waist, pressing her breasts down atop his desk, leaving her ass sticking up for his viewing pleasure. She reached a hand back to pull one cheek aside, showing him the glistening wetness of her pussy, and staring back at him with eyes that were hungry for more.

“Shove it back in me, boss! Please!”