One Night To Forget Him

My heart hammered against my ribs as I stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor of Daniel’s office building. It was late ..well past normal working hours.But the security guard downstairs had recognized me and waved me through with a knowing smile. The hallway was dimly lit, most offices dark, but light spilled from the end of the corridor. Daniel’s office.

I smoothed down the tight black dress that hugged my curves, my nipples already hard from the mix of anger and lingering arousal. My pussy was still wet from the drive over, thighs slick with the constant need that had tortured me for a week. I was going to surprise him. Walk in, lock the door, and make him fuck me right there on his desk until I couldn’t think straight.

A low moan stopped me cold.

Then another. Feminine. Breathy. Followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin.

My stomach twisted. No. It couldn’t be.

I crept closer, heels silent on the carpet, until I stood just outside his partially open door. The moans grew louder, rhythmic, desperate.

“Oh god, Daniel… yes, fuck me harder!”

I pushed the door open.

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut.

Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

Daniel gripped her hips hard, fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her from behind. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the room *schlick, schlick, schlick*. Her ass jiggled with every brutal thrust. He was fucking her exactly the way I had begged him to fuck me for the past week

… deep, relentless, animalistic.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Daniel growled, the same voice that had whispered promises to me over the phone. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, making her cry out louder. “Take my cock like a good little slut.”

“Yes! I’m your slut, Daniel! Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against him.

I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Betrayal burned through my veins like acid. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I had been touching myself for every single night, imagining him coming home to me. And here he was, balls-deep in another woman.

But my traitorous body reacted too. My pussy clenched hard at the sight of his familiar cock, thick, veined, glistening with her juices as he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in. Heat flooded between my thighs. My clit throbbed. I hated it. I hated how wet I was getting while watching my boyfriend cheat on me.

Daniel’s pace quickened. He grabbed a fistful of the blonde’s hair, yanking her head back as he railed her. The desk creaked under the force of his thrusts. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, her body shaking as she neared the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” she gasped.

“Cum on my cock,” he ordered, slapping her ass hard. The sound echoed. He fucked her even faster, his balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. “That’s it… fuck, you feel so good.”

She came with a loud, broken cry, her body convulsing on the desk, pussy visibly pulsing around his shaft. Daniel groaned loudly, burying himself deep as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, muscles tensing as he filled her with his cum, thrusting through the aftershocks.

I couldn’t stay silent anymore.

“You fucking asshole!” I shouted, my voice cracking with rage.

Daniel’s head snapped up. His eyes widened in pure shock as he saw me standing there. He pulled out of the blonde quickly, his cock still hard and shiny with their combined fluids, cum dripping from her used pussy onto the floor.

“Mia…fuck, it’s not-” he stammered, yanking up his pants.

“Not what?” I laughed bitterly, tears burning my eyes even as my body still hummed with unwanted arousal. “Aren't you balls-deep in some whore while I’ve been fingering myself raw every night waiting for you? Save it, Daniel.”

The blonde scrambled to fix her clothes, looking mortified, but I didn’t care about her. I glared at the man I thought I loved, my chest heaving.

“I’m done,” I said coldly, turning on my heel. “Enjoy your secretary or whoever the fuck she is.”

I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. My hands shook as I jabbed the elevator button. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but beneath the heartbreak, a different fire burned hotter than ever. The image of Daniel’s cock pounding into her was seared into my mind. My pussy was soaked, aching worse than it had all week.

Fuck him.

If he could get his dick wet, so could I.

I wiped my tears as the elevator doors closed, a dark, determined smile forming on my lips. I was going to find someone who could fuck me better than Daniel ever had. And I was going to do it tonight.