I always dropped Ashani at the office in the mornings and picked her up after work. She worked closely with a guy named Mark. She talked about him a lot — how helpful he was, how late they stayed finishing projects, how well they worked together. I never thought much of it.
Until that night.
She texted me around 7:30 saying she had to stay late again. I was already in the area, so I decided to surprise her and pick her up myself. The office building was quiet. Most of the lights were off. I walked down the hallway toward her department and stopped when I heard soft noises coming from Mark’s office.
The door was slightly open.
I looked through the gap and froze.
Ashani was sitting on the edge of Mark’s desk. He was standing between her legs, kissing her hard. Her hands were in his hair. Their mouths were open, tongues moving. She made a soft sound into his mouth that I had never heard from her before.
I should have walked in. I should have said something. Instead I stepped back and stayed hidden behind the doorframe, heart pounding.
Mark’s hands slid under her blouse. He pushed it up and pulled her bra down, exposing her tits. He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other. Ashani’s head fell back. A long, shaky moan left her throat.
“Fuck… Mark…” she whispered.
She pulled his shirt off and ran her hands over his chest. Then she leaned forward and started kissing and sucking on his neck and nipples the same way he had done to her. The wet sounds of her mouth made my cock twitch hard against my jeans.
Mark pushed her back onto the desk and started kissing down her stomach. She lifted her hips so he could pull her skirt and panties off in one motion. The second his mouth covered her pussy she gasped loudly.
“Oh my god… yes…”
He licked her slowly at first, then harder, spreading her open with his fingers. I could hear how wet she was. Her thighs trembled around his head. She grabbed his hair and held him there while she moaned openly, the way she never did with me.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
She came hard against his mouth, body shaking, a broken cry leaving her lips. Mark kept licking her through it until she was panting and twitching.
Then she slid off the desk, dropped to her knees, and pulled his pants down. His cock was thick and already leaking. She took him into her mouth without hesitation, sucking deeply, making wet, messy sounds. She looked up at him while she did it, eyes half-lidded.
Mark groaned and pulled her back up. He turned her around, bent her over the desk, and pushed inside her in one hard thrust. Ashani cried out.
He fucked her deep and steady at first, then harder. The sound of skin slapping filled the office. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust.
He pulled out, turned her around, and lifted one of her legs onto the desk so he could fuck her face-to-face. Then he put her on her back and drove into her while sucking on her tits. Every position made her louder.
I watched my wife take another man’s cock in ways she had never taken mine.
Her voice started shaking. Her legs tightened around him.
“Mark… baby… I’m going to come… I want to come with you…”
She had never said that to me. She had never come that hard with me.
Mark groaned and thrust deeper. They came at the same time. I watched his cock pulse as he emptied inside her. Thick cum started leaking out around his shaft when he stayed buried in her for a few seconds.
When he finally pulled out, a thick string of cum dripped from her pussy onto the desk.
Ashani was still breathing hard. She looked down at the mess between her legs and gave a soft, satisfied laugh.
“Tissue,” she said. “I need to clean up. My husband is coming to pick me up soon.”
Mark handed her some tissues. He watched her wipe his cum from her thighs and pussy, then leaned in and kissed her slowly.
I stepped back from the door, heart racing, cock painfully hard. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t upset. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
I walked quietly back downstairs and waited five minutes. Then I went up again, this time making noise so they would hear me coming.
When I walked into the office, Ashani was fully dressed. Her hair was a little messy, her cheeks still flushed. She came over immediately, hugged me, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
Mark walked over and shook my hand firmly.
“You two must have worked hard tonight,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Ashani looked at me, then glanced at Mark with a small, cheeky smile.
“We did,” she said.