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Once upon a time, in an office where desire ran wild, my wife and I were caught in a whirlwind of passion. It all began when we discovered a hidden sanctuary on the ground floor—an elusive supplies room, veiled with a secret entrance. A key held by my team, as well as a team responsible for maintenance, granted us access to this hidden gem. The room was shrouded in darkness when we turned off the lights, rendering it nearly impenetrable from prying eyes.
This room soon became our clandestine rendezvous point, where temptation gripped us and our desires flourished. It started innocently enough, stolen kisses before work, but evolved into a realm of audacious intimacy. Fingers exploring beneath garments, tantalizing blowjobs, and passionate acts of oral pleasure consumed us. Occasionally, footsteps would echo outside the door, visible through the miniature window. However, we became adept at dismissing their existence, knowing our invisible haven provided a sanctuary where our trysts remained concealed. Yet, peril was never far away, with close encounters nearly derailing our clandestine affair. Once, someone dared to test the door handle during one of our compromising moments, and another time a member of the maintenance team unwittingly entered the room. Fortunate that our endeavors were limited to making out, we skillfully feigned departure, allowing our secrets to remain buried. Mornings proved more treacherous, susceptible to unwelcome interruptions, while lunchtimes painted an idyllic backdrop for our passionate encounters.
One day, seduction rippled through the office as our conversation on Slack intensified. Our words danced provocatively, teasing boundaries and fueling our hunger for each other. “SR at lunch?” I typed, referring to the supply room. A knowing smile lingered on her lips as we rendezvoused and slyly made our way towards our forbidden oasis. Ensuring the coast was clear, I unlocked the door, and we slipped inside, immersing ourselves in darkness. The moment the lock clicked into place, I pressed her against the wall, our lips merging in a rapturous kiss. Her jeans danced to the floor, joining her delicate undergarments as my fingers sank deep within her irresistible depths. The dew of her arousal already moistened my touch, causing her euphoric moans to echo in my ear. Her nimble hands came alive, skillfully untangling the knot of my desire. With practiced ease, I retrieved a condom from my wallet, donning it with anticipation before plunging into her against the wall. A desk beckoned nearby, and as she raised a leg onto its sturdy surface, our connection deepened even further. Eagerly, our rhythm intensified, the symphony of our desires drowning out any apprehension.
However, the force of our passion evoked a noisy consequence, the desk relentlessly hammering against the wall. Fearing that our symphony might reach prying ears beyond that concealed room, I whispered a suggestion. Kneeling on a chair, she teasingly presented her exquisite derriere to me, awakening a new idea within me. In one swift motion, I lowered myself behind her, effortlessly sliding two fingers into her slickness while lavishing attention on her puckered entrance. The sound of her deepening breaths heightened my arousal, urging me to extend my exploration to her forbidden depths. With a daring audacity, a finger slipped inside her anus, instigating a symphony of pleasure as I rhythmically pleasured both her sacred spaces. Sensing her desire for more, I rose to my full height, my engorged member yearning to claim her. Barely a whisper escaped her lips as she gasped her acquiescence, her eyes awash with anticipation. Gently, I pressed myself against her quivering entrance and thrust forward, in one fluid motion. A guttural moan erupted from her as she marveled at the sensation of being consumed entirely. Conscious of the need for secrecy, I instinctively silenced her cries with my palm, muffling the crescendo of our passion. Enveloped in the depths of her surrender, I continued to ravish her, our connection becoming an exalted symphony of carnal pleasures. At long last, she dared to free herself from my grasp, revealing with breathless urgency that our symphony could no longer be contained. With the utmost intimacy, we discarded the condom, and with voracious hunger, she took me into her mouth, expertly coaxing my release until it burst forth in a wave of ecstasy. Swiftly, we dressed ourselves, concealing our wicked liaisons, and emerged from the room, our amorous secrets tantalizingly concealed beneath the façade of professionalism.
As we ascended the staircase, a heady mixture of satisfaction and anticipation radiated between us. The knowledge that beneath the office floor, we had engaged in the forbidden rapture of anal pleasure, heightened the thrill coursing through our veins.
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