Jack pushed his fingers inside her panties to find her cunt lips full and her slit juicy. He was just about to push the fabric aside when he noticed two ties at Kelli's hips. Clever girl. She'd put her garters on over her panties, but had still made it possible for him to remove her panties with the least bit of trouble. With that slip of fabric fluttering to the floor, he stared at the folds of flesh which held so much sway over him and other men. As he gently pressed his fingers on the inside of her legs, he noted how instinctively her cunt began to open, anticipating, no doubt, the intrusion of something between those quivering folds. Using his thumb and forefinger, he prised open the top of her cunt, uncovering the pink pearl of her clit. Thumbing it gently, he smiled as she humped and thumped atop his desk, her ass cheeks sliding this way and that.

Finally tired of teasing her, Jack bent forward and slammed his tongue deep into her gash, thrilled to find her steaming hot and flooded with juices. He lapped at her as a dog might lick water from a bowl, not caring how harshly his tongue or teeth might rasp against her sensitive flesh. In no time the top of his desk was streaked with sweat, spit and her fluids, and she was clenching her jaws to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

Finally he sat back and let her legs dangle off the edge of the desk, her skirt still crudely wedged up beneath her. "That's not bad for lunch. But what if all I need is a snack?" he asked, challenging her to come up with something clever.

Discarding her coat and her blouse, she pulled her arms from her bra straps and unceremoniously pulled the cups down, revealing her firm and succulent breasts. "I've got a couple of jugs here that are sure to wet your whistle," she quipped with a gleam in her eye.

Jugs! This time he laughed out loud. His sweet wife Kelli was starting to sound like a sailor!

Fortunately, she didn't look like a sailor. And with her full tits and open pussy staring him in the face, the hard throbbing of his cock prodded him into action. After kicking off his clothes, and instructing her to do the same, he pushed her back on the desktop, her legs up and spread wide for him. Pausing for just a moment, he used the tip of his cock to lightly tease the outer lips of her pussy, pushing the wet, pliable skin this way and that as his wife moaned and bucked against the desk. Finally tiring of his game, he pushed his way smoothly inside her, relishing the feel of her dripping box against his taut dick. After a few soft strokes he found himself urgently slamming down into her, their mounds slapping together as loudly and forcefully as if he were spanking her for a particularly vital transgression. As the blood pounded in his forehead, he felt almost desperate to give her a good, brutal fucking. To remind her who he was. To punish her for his missed opportunity with that co-worker. And to burn into his memory the fantasy of fucking at the office.

He didn't slacken his pace in the least as he felt the first spurt of cum explode from his cockhead. With blast after blast he coated the inside of her cunt, until his white, creamy spunk was literally being suctioned out of her quivering hole. Pulling out with an audible pop, he coaxed her into a sitting position, so that her abdomen helped to squeeze some of the sticky mess out of her body. He kept her like that for almost a minute, the both of them watching his sperm slowly dripping from her slit and pooling on his desk. The stain would be impossible to remove. Or to forget.

"I think you have the job, Miss Jones," he said, smiling as he regarded her well-ravaged body. "I think you're going to be a perfect fit."