Her Damned Office Party

I was late, but not enough.
Still going: loud and harsh...and drunk.
I hate her office, and their parties.
I find the bar and order up: scotch rocks.
In the mass and haze I'm hidden safe.

There she is! My Kate, my treasure,
My wife, my refuge, my rock.
Good wife, good mother...and more.
Just to see her now excites me though
Like we've never met. She stands out.

Dancing there, she swings and laughs.
She loves to dance, and me to watch her.
Tonight there's more...so loose and free.
Maybe the margaritas...or lack of me?
I should go over now, but do not move.

We have much duty, Kate and I;
Our jobs, the boys...and money.
Fine lust's been last in line.
Although we lie together well,
The starting job is mine

More now, I hear the same:
"...so tired...", "...a weeknight...",
"Ouch...you're on my hair!",
"You know I really don't like to do that.",
"...this weekend...for sure."

"Another scotch, please!" How she loves to dance,
And many times with him...he's new, she says,
Customer Relations...late 30's,
Handsome...good dancer...Latin...and dark.
She looks grating good with him

'Tween each dance they stand and chat.
He talks...she laughs...and smiles.
Mmm...that twinkle of her eyes,
I know it well...and meant for me.
I should go over now, but do not move.

Now the music starts again...but slow.
He takes her hand. She looks around
The room...I guess for me. I hide.
Now together soft. The song goes on
And the gap between dissolves.

The song now done, they move apart.
Sweet Kate, flushed, scans again for me.
He whispers soft, she looks at him.
Slow music on again and now together...close.
Oh Kate! Her fine fingers soothe his nape.

No mistaking where it heads,
His hand glides down her back.
She stops him? No. Up to him tight,
Now on her toes, and his knees bend.
He rubs that place I thought was mine.

My heart is fast and anger hot,
But fear and nausea too. But more...
Below my belt, I'm hard as rigid steel
I feel to go in fifty ways...and more.
I should go over now, but do not move.

Now music's done, and lights go up.
"Gather round, folks!" the boss is saying.
Thanking all for much hard work,
Could not be done alone. Kate?
I search the crowd...gone...and him!

My stiffened panic's now sincere,
Pushing past..."Excuse me."
To get to where they were. Gone!
Now, down each darkened hallway,
Each office checked, but no!

A darkened meeting room...door wide ajar.
"Oh...mmm...Juan...I really can't...mmm."
Her voice! Danger? No...I know this tone,
But not so often now. "Don woory, Kay'-tee!"
I should stop this now, but do not move.

Quick peek to see, then in unseen.
Now behind a plant, I fix my eyes.
Together at the window...city lights...
He behind her. Light kisses on her shoulders,
Her head back...soft neck...and whispers.

"Oh, Juan...mmm...not here...this is...crazy...Juan!"
Her straps...off shoulders...down
"Frank will be...mmm...oh, Juan...mmm...please!"
Nibbling her ear, strong hand...down her chest
"Don woory, Kay'-tee! Don woory!"

In her dress now, searching out his prey.
Now her soft puppy plays in his dark hand
"Oh, God, Juan...oooh...mmm...please..."
His other hand, and now its twin is free.
"Oh, Kay'-tee, these are mag-nee'-fee-cent!"

Protest dying now, she moans and arches up.
He rolls and pulls her tips at will.
"Oh, yes...Juan...yes...mmm...be rough...mmm!"
Rough? Kate my God! You never let me...
I should stop this now, but do not move.

Now one hand is 'neath her dress...and up,
In her cottons deep...and more.
"Oh, Juan...yess...oh, yess...mmmmmmm!"
He's in her now. I know that tune.
Leg up to give him more.

A moment now he stops the game
And lifts her on the table...and down.
Panties slide off writhing legs.
He sits upon the throne. "Oh, yes..
Juan...hurry...lick me...hard...aaaaah!"

Now her high-heeled tentacles
Ensnare that handsome face.
She lifts and rolls and writhes in lust.
He just stirs the fires more.
My God, sweet Kate, my God!

These raw and primal sounds...from where?
Who else knows her thus? Not me!
Her pounding engine full speed now,
Heading toward the end...and then,
The whistle screams...full!

Save breathing, deadly quiet now,
Full minutes pass between.
It's now him that rises first, then...
His belt, his pants he works...soft sounds
Oh! There it is! Full size...and dark.

"Kay'-tee, I'm going to fuck you!"
Ahah! Poor Juan, alas, has fouled!
Fool! She hates that ugly word...I think.
Now bolt upright, she holds his prize
"No, Juan...no!" Now she whispers soft.

Like liquid cat she takes the chair
And him still standing tall.
Now soft hair flows across him,
Fro and to again...and again.
Now, with silky strands she rubs him.

But what can really happen now?
With more she'd find offense.
And this I know full well. But...
Now, with claws extended,
She dances on his dark beauty.

Further more she wouldn't do,
At least she... But now one hand
Slides in his pants. "Mmm...Kay'-tee!"
Guessing what she does there...nails?
"Oh, yess...mmm...harder, chiquita!"

Now painlessly her face rubs him,
On cheek and nose...and lips.
And on his tip, she nips and licks
And takes a little in. Kate?
Tonguing now his length and back.

Now she slides him in...then out,
And makes a wicked purr.
Like tasting fine filet, she sounds.
Who is this Kate I've never seen?
I should stop this now, but do not move.

Now with pursed lips and swirling tongue,
She dives upon his shaft...and moans!
It seems she cannot get enough.
He plumbs her deep again...and again!
Kate? My wife she hated this!

Faster now, her head is blurred
And by silk hair, he holds her tight.
My God! She's got him all inside!
Louder now, her grunts and groans,
While his sounds show him near.

Now he stiffens like a board!
On toes he cries aloud, "Oooooh!
Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh!"
My Kate she works with hungry gulps,
And slurps, and sucks to take his all.

Despite true valiant efforts though,
He glistens on her face and chin.
Oh, Kate I thought you hate this brew!
And now can't get enough! Look now!
She cleans each drop and makes him dry.

They fixed themselves now. He says,
"Chiquita, you sure can suck a pene!
Well, see you Monday." A kiss and he leaves.
Deep in the chair, she scans the city,
Soft tears, "Damn you, Frank, where were you?"

I slip outside...and back. "Kate?
Kate you in here?" "Over here, Frank."
"You OK, Honey? Sleeping?"
"I'm OK, Frank...I'm OK..."
I kneel and take her in my arms.

She holds me in a vise,
And then weak smiles. "You're late..."
Eyes down, "You missed all the fun."
"I'm sorry. Kate. I'm really sorry."
I kiss her cheeks, wet eyes and lips.

"I love you, Kate." I whisper low.
"I know, Frank...I know."
A warm kiss now...and deep.
Sweet Kate's so full and ripe!
Eager now, I taste her kiss...and him.

"Oh, Frank...fuck me...fuck me now!"
Ah, this word now stings my brain!
Holding rage, I calmly, "Kate, now?
Here?" "Yesss...hurry!" hissing.
'Damn you, Kate! That's all you want?'

Roughly on the floor, I tear her center bare.
With hardened steel, I plunge deep in her core!
Now with gasp, "Aaaagh! Oh God, Frank!"
I ram again! 'You harlot! You slutty tart!'
"Oh yess, Frank...oh yess...oh yess!"

Blinded now with rage and more
'You bitch! You whore! You fucking cunt!'
"Oh yess, Frank...oh,yess...give me more!"
Wildly now, she rakes my back
And binds me in her coils.

I rammed blood hot to split her!
She wanted even more!
Mindless now to match her lust,
I drove her to the top...and came
And came...and came...and came!

Driving home, across the car
My lovely tigress slept...so soft.
Clearer now, I see her...my queen.
Who knew within her temple
There was a secret room?

Of earlier, my wounded back
Is all that's left. All anger gone,
I ache for her...to even touch her hand.
This gentle creature's not the same.
And me? A different man.