“If you want to fuck your wife on her desk, just say that.” He winked then walked out.I moved down the hallway and approached her office, my satchel over my shoulder.She stood at her desk, her pencil skirt making her ass look juicy like a plum. She was flipping through papers, her curled hair pinned back with a few strands coming loose. Her white blouse was a classy choice, but it still hugged her sexy tits in a noticeable way.I’d love to fuck her in the office, but she would never go for it.I stepped into her office, my heavy footsteps announcing my presence.She looked up, her body tightening when she realized it was me. She bunched the papers together then tossed them on the desk. Instead of making fake small talk, she just looked at me as if she expected me to tell her what I wanted.Our relationship was still turbulent, with chafing attitudes and cold remarks, but as the years passed, that would all change. My arm moved around her waist, and I pulled her into me, watching the
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