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My nails dug into the arm rest my nails ripping through the leather. I didn't care, as I moan with the climax feeling the drips of cum trace down my legs. I pant to catch my breath. His hands still grabbing my breast, playing with my nipple. I turn to face him, his face flushed from the tiresome fucking. He grins, that devilish smile that I have come so accustomed to. I run my hands down his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. I bit my lower lip, as I grabbed his cock and start rubbing him. 

"ready for round two, " i whispered, bringing him closer to me. My nipples touching his bare chest, he groans as my hand goes up and down his cock. I can feel it hardening as I rub it faster. Flipping him over I placed myself downward, continuously running my hands up and down his cock. My lips slid over his head, I looked upward to him as I salivated his cock in my mouth. He groaned turning to face the ceiling. I could feel his cock twitch as I pushed it down my throat, so thick. Careful to gag once or twice on his thick cock, men loved having me gag with their cock down my throat. I could feel him pushing further and further, his cock getting harder and more tense. His warmth trickling down my mouth, i swallowed it all. So much cum tracing downward, i loosen my lips around his cock, his cum dripped from the corner of my lips. He looked into me, in a way that didn't fill me with shame but with satisfaction. 

"Why do you do this?" he said, taking a deep breath. 

"Why not?" I smiled, as i took one last lick. 

Tilting his head back he let out a small chuckle. I liked hearing him breathe after sex, it was so rapid. Always left him with his heart racing, such satisfaction I felt from it. Had I known this would end, I most likely would have done so much more dirtier deeds to him. Imprinted my body on to his, making myself eternal in his memories. 

The door suddenly opened, his wife starring down at me. The disgust written on her face, at me, at him, and partially on herself. He raised to his feet, covering his body as he rushed to her. The moment felt eternal, as I sat naked on his office floor. My body still covered in his cum, yet I didn't move. I hadn't been aware he was married, however, I wasn't surprised either. The fury in her eyes will remain forever in my memories, but at the moment all I want to do is get dressed. My freckled body felt unwanted attention, I looked over to the door to see some of my coworkers looking in. Even with several eyes on me, I couldn't manage to stand up and run out the door. My body was in a frenzy I couldn't explain. My legs felt like jello, my stomach pitiful, and my heart was racing. 

My cubicle partner walked over to my side. He handed me his jacket, however if only covered my breasts. I tried to open my mouth, but no words seem to come out. He pulled my face to his, attempting to pull me out of the mental frenzy I was having. 

"Caroline," his voice low, and soft, "Where are your clothes?"

I shake my head, trying to dismiss the words his wife is throwing my way. I point to his desk, "Behind his desk, --i think,"

He goes over to grab my skirt, and shirt. I squeeze into my bottoms as he attempts to block the view from my other co workers. He guides me out of Mr. Clark's office. As i walk down the hall, I can feel the men's eyes on me as they try to cover their smirks. Women looked at me in disgust, calling me a homewrecker, and a whore. One of them getting in my face to call me slut. I could care less, all i wanted was to get home and shower. The feeling of cold cum didn't appease me. 

I could still hear Derek shuffling in the kitchen as the water dripped over my head. The cold water pouring onto my body, my disgusting cum covered body. That's when i felt it, for the first time in years. The shame, as I replayed the moment in my head. His wife's anger incredibly centered around me, and I wonder would she feel different if she knew I was unaware of her? Would it somehow spare me from being the villain in her story?