She is on all fours in the middle of the bed, her tight revealing clothes in a pile on the chair, her cat's eye glasses perched neatly on top of the pile, her dark hair still piled on top of her head, work temporarily forgotten, groaning and moaning with each filling thrust.

Well, not completely forgotten, as it is one of her favorite coworkers fucking her so wonderfully, filling her so completely, her body impaled on his lovely cock. He is muttering in Russian as he fucks her, his hips driving back and forth, sliding in and out, slapping and pinching and squeezing her ass. She loves the sound of Russian endearments. Even if she does not understand them word for word. she understands the sentiments and echoes them back to him in her native Polish, the two of them muttering and grunting in guttural Eastern European accents, buck naked, rocking back and forth.

Some days she wishes she had more control, that she maybe had less passion or was maybe a little less obvious about it, that she could sit through a meeting without giggling and blushing. But it is the giggling and blushing and obviousness that gets her the fuckings, the fillings, the orgasms in the middle of the day to complement the orgasms she gets from her husband every night before sleep and every morning before work, the husband whose picture is prominently displayed on her desk at work, an image that does nothing to dissuade her coworkers.

Her husband is convinced that two good fuckings a day is enough to keep her under control, that he does not need to wonder where she is at lunch time or what strange men are making use of his bed when he isn't home. How wrong we can be about the most basic things in life, even with people we think we know well, even when we already know better.

Should you ever find yourself in a business meeting with a small, fine-boned, high-cheeked, long-legged, dark-haired woman with the most enchanting Polish accent you could ever imagine, with a killer smile and a high piercing laugh and deep brown eyes - if you find yourself staring at her, which will be almost impossible not to do if you are attracted to good looking women - if you find her staring back, waving her long legs, batting her eyelashes, making inappropriate remarks, blushing at her own audacity, licking her lips, and generally doing everything she can to excite you - be aware that she is not a tease, it is not an act, and with the right word, the right phrase, and the right subtle touch, that could be you in the middle of her bed, kneeling behind her, fucking her silly, taking your revenge for the discomfort she has caused you, instead of sitting by yourself, all lonely like, in the company cafeteria.

And should you decide to marry her, and convince her that she should leave her current husband and marry you instead, do not go thinking, as her previous husbands have thought, that two good fuckings a day will ever satisfy her or that your bed is free of other men at lunch time. For she is an awesome force of nature, a tornado of raw sexuality. You can only experience her on the edges, and you will never ever tame her.