Dear Vanessa,

I haven’t heard back from you, which means you didn’t get my first letter, you don’t want to hear from me, or I’m just being an impatient asshole. Anyway, against my better judgment, I’m sending you what I remember about the day after our first time being together.

When I saw you in the break room you were more dressed up than usual. Instead of one of your sundresses, you wore a sleeveless white blouse and pencil skirt that ended a few inches above your knees. Strappy stilettos showed off red-painted toenails. Your makeup was still minimal, but your lipstick was a deeper shade of red than before.

You stood with your butt against the counter facing the door, just as you were when I first saw you. This time it was you that was flustered. You blushed and smiled when I walked in, like a schoolgirl who had kissed her first crush.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” you responded.

“I…uh,” I looked around to make sure we were alone. I took a few steps closer to you and said, “I’ve been thinking of you.”

Your smile widened. Then you glanced down to my suit pants. You giggled and said, “I can tell…”

I looked down to see the bulge in my pants and shifted, trying to tuck it into my waistband. Now it was my turn to be flustered. What was I, an eighteen-year-old visiting his first sorority house?

No. I was just smitten.

I looked back at you and smiled apologetically.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you reassured me. “I’m flattered.”

My expression became more serious. “Are you, uh…are you ok with what we did last night?” I wasn’t sure that I was. I had my boundaries and I’d never been with a married woman. I wasn’t sure it sat right with me.

You frowned and stared down into the cup of tea you held. You sighed deeply and, without looking up, explained, “My husband’s been cheating on me for years.” You raised your head and looked me in the eye. Your expression wasn’t one of sadness or even annoyance. It was one of acceptance.

“I’m sorry, Vanessa,” I said. Like I was one to talk.

You shook your head, your hair waving over your shoulders as you did. “It was hard at first,” you said. “But I got used to it. And then I started to wonder why I held myself to a different standard than him. So, when I met you…” You blushed again. “When I met you, I decided it was time for me to get what I wanted too.”

I smiled. You were so lovely. And you had chosen me. I still didn’t feel great about having slept with a married woman, but at least it felt…fair.

I stepped closer, standing just inches away from you. With your heels on we were almost eye-to-eye. You set your cup of tea down on the counter. I grazed your soft cheek with the back of my fingers. Your eyes fluttered closed and inhaled deeply. I wrapped my arm around your slender waist and pulled you into me. Your mouth opened slightly. I kissed your red lips. Your hands rested on my biceps as you kissed me back, tenderly but passionately.

We heard footsteps tapping along the tiled hall. We broke from each other and you picked up your tea. I backed up and shoved my hands deep in my pockets, glancing down to see if my dick still bulged in my pants. It did, and there was no helping it.

The footsteps receded again. We both exhaled and laughed quietly.

“This might not be the best place to, ah, get to know each other better,” you said coyly. Then you licked your lips and said in a sultry voice, “But…I do want to get to know you better, Mark.”

I must have gotten the silliest smile on my face when you said that, but I didn’t care. It was all that I wanted to hear.

“That’s what I want too,” I replied.

“Well, then,” you said. “How about you come to my office suite at three o’clock? On the dot. I have an idea.” You smirked mischievously as you said this.

“Sounds great,” I confirmed. “I’ll be there.”

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On my way up the stairs, I passed a distinguished-looking man who must have been some sort of executive. We nodded at one another and I thought nothing more of it. I walked into your office suite at 2:58 pm. I smiled at the stunning brunette manning the front desk. Her top communicated that she was not shy about her ample cleavage. She smiled back but didn’t stop me or ask any questions.

I found your cubicle, the walls of which came up to chest height. You didn’t say anything as I peered over but put your finger to your lips instructing me to be quiet. Then you pointed to the back office space, which was set apart from the main floor.

Trying to look like I belonged there, I continued back into the room. I entered to find myself in a very nice executive office, complete with a large desk, wooden bookshelves, a leather couch, the works. I figured your company must’ve been doing very well.

You entered the room and shut the heavy wooden door, locking it behind you. Tossing your cell phone onto the desk, you strode over to me and threw your arms around my neck. You kissed me hard. You weren’t wasting any time.

I pulled away. “Won’t your boss be coming back?” I whispered.

You smirked. “He has a board meeting the last Friday of every month. He won’t be back in here until Monday.”

My eyes narrowed. “Well, in that case…”

I pressed my lips back into yours and reached for the zipper at your hip. With a zip and a tug, your skirt was around her ankles. You stepped out of them and I guided her backward until your calves met the leather couch. You fell back into the cushions, wincing slightly at the feel of the cool leather against your bare Ass and thighs. You would warm up soon enough.

You lifted your hips so I could slide off your thong and toss it aside. You hooked your legs over my shoulders, resting your stiletto heels against my back. I ran my hands along the outside of your thighs and hips as I extended my tongue to run it through your sweet pink Pussy lips.

You grabbed my hair and pressed my face into your mound. You moaned quietly as I made Love to your clit. You pulled off your blouse, making me glance up from my feast. You weren’t wearing a bra. You grabbed my hair with one hand as you caressed a perky tit with the other, lightly teasing your nipple with your fingertip.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. We both froze in place and looked at each other, eyes wide. Busted.

The visitor tried to open the door but found it locked. We heard the jangling of keys. Shit.

You thought quickly and said, “Hello?”

A voice responded, “Vanessa? Is that you?”

“Oh. Hey, Ashley. Yes,” you admitted. “The boss asked me to clean up in here before closing.”

“Oh,” said Ashley. “Can I help?”

“Uh, I’m not decent. I took off my clothes so I wouldn’t mess them up while I cleaned.”

“Uhh, ok. Well, I was trying to find the Carter file. He’s on the phone asking where his case is in the routing chain.”

“Oh! I can tell you that.” Then you launched into a technical explanation that I couldn’t begin to understand. Not that I cared to. I had better things to do.

You were impressive in the way you kept your voice steady as you talked business through the door. It wasn’t until I gently slid the tips of two of my fingers into your wet hole as I sucked on your clit that your voice cracked. You stopped mid-sentence and whispered, barely audibly, “Fuck…”

“Vanessa, are you okay?” Ashley said with concern.

“Yeah, sorry. I…I…” You squirmed as my fingers penetrated deeper, sliding in up to the second knuckle. You finally managed to say (somewhat convincingly), “I hit my shin on the…desk…”

“Uh, that sucks,” said Ashley. “I think that’s all I needed though. Don’t stay too late! Thanks, Vanessa!”

My fingers slid in deeper as the sound of Ashley’s footsteps receding brought you back to the moment. Your hand still gripping my hair, you pulled my face up to look at you. Your flushed cheeks burned red as you frowned and said, “You son of a bitch…”

I didn’t give you time to be angry. My fingers worked your g-spot and my thumb took the place of my tongue in massaging your clit. Before long you had forgotten all about Ashley.

“I don’t want…to cum yet,” you whimpered. “I want your cock…”

I pulled my fingers out of you and sucked your juices off of them. Then I said, “Your wish is my command.”

I stood up and helped you to your feet. Wearing nothing but your stilettos, you walked shakily over to the large desk, placed your hands down on top, and bent over. You arched your back and stuck your Ass out in an irresistibly alluring pose. Glancing over your shoulder you mouthed, “Get over here.”

I strode up behind you and bent over. I planted my nose and mouth in between your incredibly juicy Ass cheeks, spreading them apart with my fingers. I wet your Pussy lips with my tongue and licked up through your Ass crack as I stood up straight. With my shirt on the floor and my pants around my ankles, I plunged my cock into your waiting Pussy.

At first, we both tried to keep our voices down, but it was no use. Grunting and panting like animals, sweating all over each other and the desk we fucked on, it’s a wonder we weren’t caught. The smell of Sex wafted through the air and perspiration increased the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Your phone vibrated. We froze again, my cock buried into you up to the base, your Pussy contracting and leaking around my shaft.

“Fuck,” you whispered. “It’s my husband.”

Before I knew what I was saying, the words spilled out of my mouth: “Answer it.”

You looked back at me, first in surprise, then in devious agreement. You swiped the screen and put the phone to your ear.

“Hey, honey…”

Again I was surprised at the control of your voice. I thought I’d test it. I thrusted slowly, gently. You maintained your composure.

“Mmmhmm, next Saturday…”

I picked up speed, trying not to smack against your Ass too loudly but at the same time not caring all that much if he heard.

“That’s fine…I’ll find something to…do…” There it was. You were starting to break.

What finally sent you overboard was me massaging the rim of your asshole with my thumb.

Just in time, you hit the “mute” key. Then you didn’t hold back.

“Uhhh fuuuuck…” you moaned as you shook. You dropped to your elbows and rested your forehead on your hands as your legs shook, your climax overtaking you entirely unexpectedly.

I joined you. For the second time in twenty-four hours, my cum filled your womb. The sound of your husband’s monologue emitting from your phone was drowned out by the rush of endorphins that cascaded through me. My pelvis pressed against your Ass, throbbing cock buried in your Pussy, and hands gripping your hips, I realized as I panted that I never wanted to let go.

You labored to catch your breath as we heard your husband’s story drawing to a close. You gulped as you picked up your phone, took a deep breath, and unmuted it.

“Ok, honey, that’s…that’s fine. Talk to you soon.” For the third time that day, I was impressed. You only kind of sounded like you were freshly post-orgasmic.

I pulled out of you and yanked up my pants. We stumbled back together onto the leather couch. You draped both of your legs over mine and rested your head on my sweaty chest as I wrapped an arm around you. Cum leaked from between your legs onto the leather cushion.

Eyes half shut, you looked up into mine, a contented smile spread across your face.

“My husband is busy this evening…” you reported happily.

“Vanessa,” I responded, “May I take you out to dinner?”

“Of course you can, Mark…”

To be continued, my Vixen. If you’ll allow it.

Yours always,

Mark