2. Trying Something New

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Hey, baby. My phone buzzes in the middle of an all-company meeting. We've been trapped in here for about 45 minutes already.

Nearly all my co-workers look like they've mentally checked out. I take a second to peek down at my phone and smile when I see the message is from Carl. Hi, honey.

You having a good day? I am, but I've just been thinking. I can't help but arch an eyebrow.

I have a feeling that I know what's been on his mind. My quest to spice up our sex life has been going extremely well, better than I could have ever imagined. A few days after masturbating together, I suggested we have car sex at our gym's parking lot.

We both loved that, even though we were almost caught near climax by one of the spin instructors. So now I've told Carl that it's his turn to decide what we do next. We ordered some leather restraints and a remote-controlled vibrator, but it hasn't arrived yet, so I have no idea what Carl has in store for me.

Thinking about what? I doodle in my planner, pretending to be taking notes on whatever the slide says. I'm not sure I could tell someone what this meeting was about even if my life depended on it.

That's what the boss gets for holding an end-of-day meeting on a Friday. My mood immediately brightens when I see that Carl has texted me back. I've been thinking about my face between your legs.

I clear my throat a little too loud. All heads swivel towards me. I wave a hand, trying to compose myself.

Sorry, choked on some water. After a few seconds, everyone seems to turn their attention back to the slide or to their own phones or doodles. I take the opportunity to shoot off another text.

If I weren't at work right now, I'd be on my knees with you far down my throat. I would throw you on the bed and pin your arms down. Fuck, I think, suddenly feeling the urge to cross my legs.

There's definitely some wetness building between them at my husband's words. Trying to be subtle, I quickly glance around to make sure no one is peeking at my phone or at my reddening face. Thankfully, I seem to be the only one who knows how turned on I'm getting.

My fingers fly across my phone's touch screen as I compose a reply. I love the way your tongue feels on my clit. You make me feel so good.

I love feeling your body beneath me, thrusting deep into you. For the next 20 minutes, Carl and I go back and forth, describing in detail exactly what we want to do to each other. By the time the meeting wraps up, I grab my jacket and practically race out the door to my car.

My husband usually gets home about a few minutes after me, and I want to be in bed, ready and waiting when he arrives. When I get home, I take off my clothes. I hear Carl coming up the stairs.

I throw myself onto the bed and adopt my sexiest pose. The pose, however, doesn't last very long. I'm gonna fuck you so hard.

As Carl practically throws himself on me the second he steps through the bedroom door, his mouth is everywhere. My hands are, too, roaming over his back, his abs, his thighs, his already hardening cock. God, I've wanted you all day.

I want to make you feel so good, baby. Carl rips off my bra and takes off my panties with his teeth. God, I love it when he does that.

That's so nice. Then he places his palms on my thighs and presses them down against the mattress, with his face sandwiched in between. Shit.

I don't know how he does it. His tongue just seems to know my every fold, every crevice, every place that sends pleasure through my whole body. Even sexier is the way he holds my thighs down, keeping my legs apart as they shake and tremble.

It's like he wants full, unrestricted access to my pussy, like he's starving for it. Oh, yeah, baby. Right there.

Don't stop. Don't stop. Carl slides a finger into my waiting pussy, moving it in and out as his tongue swirls around my clit.

I moan and twitch, my hand on the back of his head as the other grips the sheets. My body tenses as his stiff tongue flicks against my clit, then softens to lap at my outer folds. He repeats this sequence several times, and after a few seconds, I know I'm going to burst.

But then, suddenly, he stops. I whine a protest before, his gaze locked on mine, Carl climbs to his knees and replaces his finger with his dick. Then, finally, he begins to fuck me.

Hard and fast and desperate. Come with me, baby. I'm not going to last long.

Not after you tease me all day. I've been waiting so fucking long. Oh, Carl, I feel so fucking good.

Oh, my God. You're so fucking sexy. Fuck me.

Fuck me. His large hands grip my breasts as he pounds deep into me. I rake my nails down his back.

He sinks his teeth into the curve of my shoulder, biting down just hard enough for me to cry out in ecstasy. Harder. Harder.

Yes. Take it, baby. I'm taking it.

His hips slam into mine as I start to feel my pussy clench around his cock, and I can feel him orgasm too, filling me up with his warm cum. Jesus Christ. I pull his face to mine, and we kiss deeply, softly, sweetly.

Do you want me to get you a towel, baby? No, I'm fine. I like feeling your cum between my thighs.

I just want to lay here with you for a bit. I wonder why the restraints we ordered are taking so long to get here. What if they accidentally sent them to our neighbors? Oh, shit.

Let's hope not. They'll probably get here in a day or two. Are you ready for that? Are you ready for me to tie you up and do whatever I want with you? Yes.