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Annie

By Romany

(M/F, cheating wife)

My friend Richard always said that Annie always appeared to be
'available'. This was in response to my comments that I thought
she was more than comely with men, despite being married with
three kids. Richard had known Annie for far longer than me. I
hadn't long arrived in town, on a company transfer. Annie worked
in Sales upstairs. I ran the product office on the ground floor.
We had a good social office and regularly meet after work for a
drink. Over the first few weeks I had worked at this branch, I
got to know all of my colleagues reasonably well. Annie was
extremely gregarious and not a little bit flirtatious. She was
just shy of thirty and, even having had three kids, she was still
very presentable. Sure her boobs needed more support and there
was a small tummy as a result of having had children. But she was
still slim and nicely in proportion at about five eight. She had
long brown hair, green eyes and a really nice smile. Her only
imperfection was a small bump to her nose which gave her a
slightly Roman look. But not unappealing to look at, at all. I
met her husband Andy at a number of our work gatherings and I
liked him. Over the weeks I got to talk to Annie one-to-one and
found we could talk in an 'adult' way without feeling embarrassed
or mawkish with each other. I found myself explaining my divorce
and admitting Cassandra, my wife of seven years, and I simply got
to a point where we had constant friction and at the time we
called it quits we agreed it was the best thing. I was fine with
the separation until she produced a boyfriend that I still doubt
was truly after the fact. I had no proof she that knew him before
our split but it did nag away at me. But despite my dark thoughts
that she had been unfaithful, Cassandra and I got on very well
since we divorced and I always was welcome to visit Ellie, our
four year old daughter, when ever I wanted. Moving 120 miles away
was a bummer but not so far that I couldn't see her every other
weekend. As a reciprocal to my personal confidences, Annie told
me about her rather chequered life. She was a teen mother at
sixteen so her eldest was not Andy's. After several disastrous
relationships, before marrying Andy at nineteen; and with two
more kids, it had been a rather rocky road so far. It appears
Andy had a series of jobs and they could not seem to get ahead
financially. This had changed since Annie returned to the
workforce when their youngest had started day care. But she
confessed that a large chunk of her paycheck went on child care
fees. So they were still tight for money. I thought this was a
curious admission as she, and usually Andy to, were always in
attendance at our bar gatherings. Seems money was always
available to drink, even though times were tough. No wonder they
were always pleading poverty, I thought. But then I wasn't about
to judge given the failings in my life so far.

It was the morning following a particularly late session at a
local bar, that my relationship with Annie took a change. We had
started at one club straight after work the night before, and
someone had paid for several plates of chicken drumsticks and hot
wings so most of us were set to carry on drinking without needing
to stop and go home for dinner. Annie went home straight after
work, which was a surprise, as she was usually first at the bar.
But then she returned about seven thirty with Andy. Seems she
arranged a sitter at short notice, and having fed her kids, they
came out to party. At about nine, we moved onto a second bar and
I eventually bailed out about midnight, knowing I had drunk too
much and it was time to go. It was the best thing I could have
done. But before this, I did have an interesting conversation
with Annie, and Claire from the Documentation group. I
accidentally overheard them talking about sex. They thought they
were being discrete and talking quietly. But as there was quite a
bit of bar noise, they were actually talking quite loudly to be
heard by each other. It seemed no one else picked up on their
conversation except me, as I was standing closest to them, with
my back to them so they didn't realize I was listening. I had
been talking to  Irwin, one of my direct reports, and he was just
updating me on some issues needing done the next day; as he and
the rest of my group were out for a seminar all day. Irwin was
about to go home and he just wanted to make sure I had the issues
understood. He left and I stood with my back to the girls,
surveying the rest of our group and wondering whose conversation
to join, when I picked up on Deb's mentioning the words blow job.
I pricked up my ears and carefully drifted backwards so I could
clearly hear the two women swapping first-time sex stories.
Basically confessing to each other the first time they sucked a
cock. I was so amused by their slightly drunken discussion I
nearly burst out laughing. I had always regarded Claire as a
somewhat prudish sort. She was married but had no kids, and she
was not always part of this crowd. Her husband was more than a
bit snobbish and I suspected he was the reason they seldom joined
us. But he wasn't here tonight and I think I heard her say he was
out of town. I turned slowly and to my amusement, Claire had her
head slightly bowed and her mouth gulping like a goldfish. I
stood and listened as she described going down for the first time
ever, on her husband Simon, and it was then that Annie glanced
around realizing her friend was being a bit demonstrative, and
she spotted me and turned as red as a beet. I was grinning ear to
ear and she must have whispered to Claire I was watching because
Claire immediately stopped and she too went scarlet.

"You rude bastard," Annie giggled. "You've been eavesdropping,"
she accused.

"I could hardly help it," I responded with a laugh.

Claire crossed her arms as if to signal anger, but seeing Annie
and I were making light of their conversation, she eventually
grinned sheepishly.

"So what do you think?" she asked challengingly.

She went on the attack so as to maybe put off my apparent
gloating at catching their conversation.

"About what?" I asked with a grin.

"Blowjobs," she said simply.

"Oh I'm all for it," I laughed. "Very much in favor."

"So how do you do it?" Annie asked slyly.

The innuendo was clear. 'How did I suck cock?'

"Well I haven't had the honor of being the sucker being as it is
males that have cocks and that�s not my thing. But I do enjoy the
experience with the opposite ladies," I crooned. "And I
definitely like to be sucked," I laughed. Then added quickly;
"...and only where the sucker is a woman."

"Damn," Annie exclaimed with a laugh. "I thought I might flush
out your gay side," she giggled.

"Not likely," I said firmly.

I turned to Claire.

"You forgot the hand," I said.

She frowned and looked at me quizzically.

"The hand? What are you talking about?" she slurred.

She was more drunk than I thought. I guess Simon being out of
town saw her playing a bit harder in his absence. I was pleased
about this.


�You need the hand when performing a decent blowjob," I stated.
"Everybody thinks it's just the mouth but the hand is vitally
important," I added.

They both laughed loudly and I noticed their previous
embarrassment had vanished. For the next ten minutes, we
descended into a rather crude discussion on blowjobs, cunnilingus
and sex in general. Claire was funny and she told us about
finding copies of Penthouse and one gay magazine under Simon's
sweaters in his drawer.  She was asking us how she should broach
the gay magazine with him; and the fact that he had such out of
date print publications when compared to what was available on
the internet. She also related how she was late for work one day
because, after she had showered first, she dressed in a really
flimsy thong and Simon had come out of the shower and seeing her
in the skimpy garment had insisted on sex there and then; despite
them both running late. Essentially Annie and I were the
listeners and we made eye contact and smirked as our tipsy
colleague verbally bared all. This was a watershed in my
experience of conversation with Claire. She really surprised me.

At some point Andy ambled over. I had spotted him eyeing me with
the girls. I had noted on previous occasions when talking to
Annie, he was standing watching us. I had resolved to avoid
talking to her one to one as I had a sneaking suspicion he
believed I had some intentions towards her. He was wrong. She was
certainly attractive and I had come to learn she was a very
sexual person. And Richard's 'available' comment was certainly
true. Or at least that is what a casual observer might think,
judging by the way she carried on at times. But I was not
interested in her. I thought she could be trouble. Andy's
appearance put a damper on this discussion as Annie clearly did
not want him to know how basic our discussion had been. I
lingered for a polite period of about five minutes or so, and the
conversation became more banal so I decided it was time to split.
I confess I masturbated in bed that night. Claire was a very
attractive woman and I thought of her and her open mouth as I
came into a handkerchief under the sheets.

The next morning I felt somewhat jaded due to the booze the night
before, but after a large glass of orange juice and half a
grapefruit and cereal, I felt able to face the day. I knew I was
the only one of the department in for the day so I went in at
eight to get myself oriented on the issues Irwin had appraised me
of the previous evening. I had an appointment on client premises
at ten so I figured I would get a start to brief myself before
making the customer call. I knew Jenny; our receptionist was in
at eight each day so I bounded up the stairs to her first floor
station and told her I would be out from about nine. She noted it
in her book. I went back downstairs and read through the briefing
notes Irwin had left on my desk. I didn't really need to leave
until nine thirty but I thought I would stroll to the customer
office and enjoy some window shopping. At about nine I went to
the front door to the common building entrance, and as I was
about to lock it, Annie strolled through the door smartly dressed
in a skirt and matching jacket, with a white blouse. As a sale
representative, she could come and go as she pleased and she was
never an eight thirty starter. She saw me through the glass of
the door that I was about to lock, and beaming at me she detoured
across to me. I realized she was wanting a chat so I unlocked the
door and pulled it open, leaning in the doorway with a welcoming
grin.

"Good morning," I said jovially. "How are you today?"

She grimaced.

"Uh. I feel wasted," she groaned.

"Why so?" I asked chuckling at her reply.

"A bunch of us went back to Claire. I have no idea what time Andy
and I left," she said.

"Wow. Claire really lashed out last night, didn't she?� I said.

"God tell me about it," Annie groaned. "We started going through
all the dregs of their liquor cabinet. I have no idea what I was
drinking. And then when it was down to her and Andy and me, she
produced this marijuana cheroot and we got a bit stoned. I have
no idea how Andy drove us home."

"So you got home and passed out," I laughed. �And suddenly it's
morning."

"Oh crap. Not likely. Andy was horny and I had to put out," she
said. �I was so stoned I couldn't have an orgasm," she added.

As soon as she blurted this out she went as red as a beet and
looked at me in horror as if to say, 'why did I say that?'

I stepped back and opened the door wider with a flourish.

"Well step right in ma'am and we'll make up for that orgasm
misfire," I said with a sweep of my hand motioning her in.

She looked shocked and studied my face. I had a slight grin but
held her gaze. She gave a small nervous laugh.

"You're joking. You are. Aren't you?" she stuttered.

I looked at her steadily.

"Your wish is my command. Every good girl deserves favor," I said
almost mocking that I was sincere and at her service.

She swallowed hard and stared at me.

"You're not serious are you Steve?" she quietly asked; somewhat
confused.

I had been joking. Bluffing her to see how she would take it;
given our bawdy discussions of the night before. She blew me
away. She quickly looked around to see if anyone who knew her was
watching from the foyer of the building, and to my surprise she
pushed passed me into the corridor of my office area. Christ, she
had called my bluff! I decided there was nothing but to go
through with it and see at what point she, or I, chickened out.
She walked down the corridor and turned left towards my office
which had a street-side window at ground level. I had vertical
blinds to shield me from the sidewalk foot traffic that went by
my window. By the time I had locked the door and caught up with
her she was standing in the door way of my office, waiting
pensively. This was the time to back out. But as I drew up to
her, she reached for me and before I knew it we were kissing. I
have to confess she took the lead and soon had one leg pressed
into my groin and I was getting hard. I embraced her and kissed
and nuzzled her neck and hair. I felt a hand brush my cock
through my slacks and groaned my approval. I reciprocated her
advance and slid my hand up her skirt. I felt bare flesh at the
top of her leg and realized she was wearing stockings with
elastic tops that needed no suspenders. Palmed the swell of her
crotch briefly, then I slid my hand in the side of her panties
and felt the warmth of her bare sex. She moaned and I pressed
forward and slid my finger tips in between her lips. I was
staggered. She was quite wet and now had her head on my shoulder
and moaning softly as I fingered her. She had my cock in a tight
grip and she dropped her other hand and fumbled at my flies.

With a few groans of exasperation at the difficulty at getting my
cock out, interspersed with moans of enjoyment at my fingers
doing their work, she finally fished my erection out and started
stroking me. I slowly steered her back into the office and
towards my large office chair.

"I want to suck you," I gasped as she resumed kissing me.

She didn't need prompting but letting me go, she reached under
her skirt and frantically pulled her panties off and dropped them
on the floor. I steered her back to sit in my chair and taking
her legs, I slid them up over the hooped side arms of the chair.
They were smooth so I wedged her open, and held her legs apart
with my hips and taking her hands I placed them in front of her
legs and motioned to hold the arms of the chair. This way she
locked her legs on the side arms and sat open to my gaze. I
dropped to my knees and pushing the skirt up her thighs, I
focused on her hair pubis and note her sex was gaping due to her
legs being spread wide. I literally nosed into her and soon I was
suckling her sex lips softly. She started moaning softly. I was
sucking and nibbling steadily at her soft warm wet cunt. She
began groaning and moaning louder and I slid three fingers easily
into her warmth depths. Annie was as sexual as I imagined and she
must have lubricated almost the instant I had touched her in the
corridor. Now she was starting to squirm as I worked her with
mouth and fingers. Running my tongue up her slit and pressing it
hard against her clitoris. After a few minutes of this she
started to lose it and released her hands to grab my head and
pull my face hard against her cunt. This meant her legs started
to slip forward off the hooped side arms of the chair and she
frantically twisted to place at least on foot on the floor to
brace herself and give me access to her. I eased the chair
carefully backwards on the castors, so it butted against the
window sill to stop it sliding away from me due to my efforts. It
was crazy. People were walking past the window, outside on the
sidewalk, and I was sucking Annie�s cunt no more then a few feet
away from the passing public. Fortunately there was the blinds
and double glazing to block the view, and shield the sound of her
gasping and groaning quite loudly now.

She came hard. Gasping and almost crying and sobbing as she went
over the waterfall. She was very wet and loose and I struggled to
hold her as best I could. My face was wet from her juices and my
saliva. My hand was nearly almost buried in her vagina. I guess
the legacy of three kids and an active libido had made her very
loose and almost cavernous to my hand. Eventually she began to
calm down and I eased my hand out, flicking her clitoris several
times with my thumb, as a tease. She gasped and groaned and
twisted her legs closed as I was clearly inciting a feeling of
sensitivity she could not bear, given the pleasure she had just
experienced. I stood and looked at my cock jutting from my flies.
I was rock hard and wanted to fuck. I looked at her and she was
lying back with her eyes half closed, her legs now splayed in
front of her, and still breathing heavily from the impact of her
orgasm. I reached for a hand and helped her to her feet. There
was a questioning look in her eyes as if to ask 'what now?' I
guided her to my desk and as her butt hit the edge, a look of
understanding came to her face and she made to lie back. I had a
different idea as to how I wanted to fuck her so taking her
shoulders, I gently turned her. She exclaimed a little 'oh' as
she realized I wanted to back scuttle her.

I figured Annie had likely been fucked every which way in her
life. I was sure she was very experience and I noted how readily
she leaned over my desk and reached out so her hands comfortable
grasped the front edge. I bet she had been in this position
before. She brushed a stationery caddy and a picture of my dear
Ellie across the desk to make way for her arms. I released my
belt, my top button; and then undid the lower buttons of my shirt
to bare my lower abdomen and groin as I flipped my erection over
the waist band of my shorts, pushing the shorts off my buttocks.
I lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand and guided my cock
with the other, to her now gaping buttocks as she had spread her
legs as she leaned onto the desktop. I peered at her sex which
was open and inviting me in. I guided my cock into her and went
balls deep rather easily. Pity she wasn't a little tighter but
nevertheless I was extremely aroused and this was just fine with
me.

I fucked her quick and hard, standing behind her and pushing deep
into her. She gasped and grunted as I fucked her and a couple of
times I heard her hiss as I went deep. She might have been loose
but I had sufficient length to nudge her cervix occasionally,
when I pushed hard. I briefly thought about whether she was
enjoying it and noted that while this was nature�s most common
animal position for procreation, in women there is precious
little clitoral stimulation afforded. I reached under he hips and
searched until I found the junction at the top of her sex lips.
Just back from the edge of the desk as she leaned over. If she
had been sensitive to my touch a few minutes earlier, she soon
let that pass and started to writhe and moan much louder and more
at a regular interval as I massaged her clit with my hand. She
didn't last long, and she started cumming for a second time. This
time she went rigid to start with, and then quickly starting to
convulsive in small shudders as if having a mild fit. She was
gasping and groaning and I just knew she was clenching her teeth
as she came. She finally hissed 'oh God' and went limp, turning
her head to lie it flat on her face. I could see her mouth
hanging slack and she had her eyes closed. Mission accomplished a
second time for her so now I began to build my pace and soon I
was fucking her hard, and cumming into her loose wet warmth. I
gasped and groaned and rolled up onto my toes for more leverage
as I fucked her deep and hard until I could finally spurt no
more.

Eventually I slowly eased out of her and stood and briefly
regarded the view she afforded me. The front to her skirt hung
below her and the back folded back up on her buttocks in the
small of her back. I was taken by the amount of pubic hair
visible either side of her labia, and even back towards her anus,
much like a man has. Her sex gaped as it had before I entered
her, only I could see the early dribble of my semen on the inside
of her labia and knew it would soon start to dribble onto the
inside of her skirt. The stockings miraculously had stayed put
and were still snug against the top of her thigh. I wondered why
the tops were about three inches of lace work; and when anyone
but her would see the ornate pattern. I remember reading
somewhere that women had a feel-good buzz, knowing they wore nice
things; even though most underwear was never seen by anyone but
themselves or their partners. I quickly tucked my cock back in my
shorts and stood tidying myself. She slowly raised herself off
the desk and turned as I was doing up my belt. I grinned and she
gave me an uncertain smile. I guess she was thinking 'what next?'

I stooped and gathered up her panties. They were black with a
lace panel in the front which looked a little worse for the wear.
Probably due to them being old and regularly laundered so they
were a little frayed and tattered. I thought they were probably
quite an expensive pair, and favorites, that she maybe did not
want to discard them until they were replaced with something as
good, or they were too old to continue with. She took them from
me and before putting them on, she turned away from me and
reached for a box of Kleenex I had at the side of my desk. She
made a wad of tissues and stooping and bowing her legs, I sensed
rather than saw, that she was wiping her sex clean of my cum
which would now most certainly be leaking out as she was standing
upright. She turned and looked around and I pointed to a trash
bin behind us, under the windowsill in the corner. She tossed the
wad into the trash with a somewhat disapproving look on her face
and then still facing away from me, she slipped her panties back
on. She stood and smoothed her skirt and finally she looked at me
and a small grin came to her lips. Until then I was somewhat
pensive about what her attitude would be now we had done the
deed.

"Well that certainly made up for last night," she said and
laughed nervously.

I grinned and nodded at her.

"Beats jacking off any day," I said lightly.

She laughed as she realized I was hinting that I had masturbated
the night before. She wouldn't have thought it so funny if she
knew I was using Claire�s face as my fantasy fuck.

"I'll make you a deal,� I said looking at her.

There was a quizzical expression on her face as she heard these
words of a deal.

"I don't tell Andy and you don't tell Andy," I said firmly with a
grin, but meaning it seriously.

Her expression changed to become a bit more serious.

�You've darn right I won't be saying anything to Andy," she said
firmly. �This is just between me and you, always and forever,"
she added.

�Agreed," I said and I took her by surprise as I held her lightly
and kissed her as a sign of approval for what we had done, and
what we had just agreed.

She held my upper arms and stood and looked me in the eye.

"I haven't cum like that for longer than I can remember," she
said softly.

For a brief moment I thought there was going to be tears.

"Thank you Steve. I didn't know it but I needed that. Even if it
meant cheating on Andy. Please know that I don't regret it. I
hope you feel the same," she said quietly.

"I feel the same. And, me, well I'm a divorcee. I just have my
hand," I joked.

I looked at her sincerely.

"I'm not necessarily feeling that proud of myself but it's great
you have no regrets," I said. "But it would be best if we didn't
repeat this performance."

I looked at her searching for any sign she may feel that now I
had had my fun, I was abandoning her to live with her conscience.
But she took me at my word and smiled and nodded.

"Agreed," she said simply. She looked at her watch and then
started to look around for her purse that she had placed on the
desk as I had marched her backwards to the chair at the
beginning.

She grabbed it and gasped "Christ, look at the time. I have a
million things to do."

I looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was nine
thirty. Shit I had to get across to Balham�s for the ten o'clock
meeting. No dawdling to window shop now. We hurried along the
corridor and I slowed at the door. Looking through the glass pane
I noted the foyer was largely empty. Certainly nobody from our
company was lurking, to spy her leaving. I unlocked the door and
she quickly scooted past me, but as she drew abreast of me
holding the door, she made a moue as a kiss and left; hurrying
towards the elevator. Later, as I walked briskly to my
appointment, I wondered how she would react when she met Andy at
home that evening. Could she look him in the eye knowing what she
had done with me. It wasn't a usual situation for adulterous
behavior. Office furniture was not your normal props for
infidelity. How would I react when I met Andy next time? What
would the body language between Annie and I be when we were both
in Andy's company. I believed he did think I may have some
interest in his wife. I really didn't want to add to that
suspicion. I thought briefly of Cassandra and her new beau Larry;
and I wondered what it would be like if I actually met him when I
went to collect Ellie for a day�s outing. How did I feel that he
was screwing Cassandra, just as I had done? It was still hard to
accept someone sleeping with a woman I knew as a girl since high
school, and who had given me her virginity at eighteen. I found
it hard to lose the basic sense of ownership, or rights to her
person, that I think is the male's subliminal chauvinistic way.
Maybe it�s not so subliminal in most men.

I resolved not to ever let this happen with Annie again. To her
credit, despite rising issues in her marriage, she never once
approached me with any sort of subtle suggestion of a repeat. I
did fear she might want a more regular affair. Sadly a few months
following our office tryst, she and Andy split. She eventually
left work to stay home and tend house as she could no longer
afford to pay child care now that Andy was paying child support
and having to pay to live somewhere by himself. Money was now
impossibly tight for them. I'm not sure at what point she moved
away but I heard from Claire that Annie had taken the kids and
gone back to her home town to live with her widowed mother.
Occasionally I saw Andy around town and I learned that he had
finally scored a decent job at city hall. Quite a responsible
administrative position, so I was told. Maybe he deserved a
break. At the time I moved on to take yet another promotional
transfer, I don�t they had reunited and I guess they eventually
must have divorced. I sometimes think of that day with Annie in
my office. When a pretty admin. assistant or secretary walks
past, I imagine her bent over my desk or sitting legs askew in my
chair with her crotch open. I hope I don't leer. I hope they
don't ever read my mind. My boss is a middle aged woman; I don't
have the same visions of Mary with her crotch open. She's built
like a sturdy pick up truck. That is sure to dampen my carnal
musings.

The End.

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