[FM][Exhibitionism] Fucking my husband at work. | 2016

People seem to enjoy the stories of me with my husband, so here is another.

For some reason I feel I must preface this with the fact that our company is very dirty, like dirt wise. It is populated by all 35+ males besides myself. This is important because how my husband and I act would not fly at any real company, and if we had any female employees besides myself none of this would be possible. Our employees are no stranger to me acting slutty or my husband showing me off. I sometimes deliver lunch in a bikini. An employee walked in on me changing into my business attire once and I let him watch. I am near certain that every single one of them has seen me naked or getting fucked via my husband showing them pictures or cell phone videos. My husband's wallpaper for his computer was me with a facial for a while. Bottom line, not a classy place, in the middle of nowhere, doing random machine shop stuff with 15.5 employees.

That being said, the bottom line is, every time we had done something in the office before this, we had closed the door, closed the blinds, or had me out of sight. There was no secret I spend time on my knees while we are working. Hearing him chew someone out on the phone while my lips are wrapped around his cock is so hot for me. When I get runs in my hose from being on my knees in his office, I don't even bother changing so my employees "know" what I've been doing. That being said, as in my first memo, knowing for sure is different than assuming based on pictures / anecdotal evidence.

With my love of fashion and being a cliché blonde Barbie, it should come as no surprise that I put a high value on dressing correctly for the situation. I could come to work in a training bra and jogging shorts or yoga pants, I could throw on a pair of loose fitting khakis, but I abhor the idea of not dressing for success. Pressed pants, short skirts, hose, three inch heels minimum, proper blazers and blouses. On this occasion I was wearing 3 inch black pumps with a gold ankle strap, black hose, a medium length black pencil skirt, white blouse, and a cliché pearl necklace.

I had been teasing him for a while because, well, it's how I fight depression. When work goes horribly and I have people not paying me 10k because they are morons, or people messing up orders, I get super sad. To combat this I become needy for the dick. So while blowing him I kept wiggling my ass in the air, telling him how I was dripping. Unto which I literally was, I could feel beads of my juice dripping from my pussy and sliding down my leg to the top of my thigh highs. He had me stand up, open my blouse and stand there while he stood up and slapped my tits a few times. I was biting my lip and trying to not beg. Finally he pushed me back on his desk, put my ankle strapped heels next to his head and sank his cock into my warm waiting hole.

Neither of us had bothered to close his office door, or the blinds. Had a customer walked in they would have gotten a very nice view of my tits jiggling as my hair fell back over the opposite side of my husband's desk, my ankles around his neck. As I was moaning and begging for him to fuck me harder, I could see employees coming to see what all the fuss was about outside the window, pretending to get water or check the job board. I'm sure they heard both me and the thumping of his desk and office chair behind him. For the finale he put my back on my knees and gave me a nice creamy thick treat all over my smiling face.

What he found most appealing and funny about the situation is that before I bothered to fix my blouse or roll down my skirt, before even trying to clean his cum off my face, I made sure to fix up his desk, put things back in order, and pick stuff up so he could get back to work. Only after his desk was clean did I bother to roll down my skirt.