Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 13

But Randy wasn't done. Soon he was hard again, and he fucked Jen for what seemed like hours, using a variety of positions. Randy seemed to have unlimited stamina, and he stayed rock hard the entire time. Randy gave Jen multiple orgasms and, towards the end, they all seemed to run together, a long continuous toe curling orgasm. Finally Randy was about to cum, and Jen begged him to pull out. He reluctantly complied, and he shot his cum all over Jen's tits, adding his string of pearls to those around her neck.

"Oh my god," Jen said when she finally caught her breath. "I'm going to be so sore tomorrow."

In her hazy, post-orgasmic bliss, Jen didn't protest when Randy tenderly wiped her tits with a towel, and then wrapped her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. "What, you think I'm done with you? Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go again."

Jen playfully punched him in the side. "Mister, you're crazy if you think you're getting any more of me. I'm already too sore."

Randy laughed at Jen's playful jab, and tickled her side, making her giggle and squirm. Still laughing, Jen didn't resist as Randy pulled her close. He wrapped an arm around her, snuggling her against his muscular chest.

"Does that mean HR's not getting any tonight?" he said lightly as he stroked her soft blonde hair. "You know he'll want some as soon as you get home."

Jen giggled, her cheek resting against Randy's chest. "Well, it's easier with HR than you. He's not as ... you know ... as well endowed as you."

With her cheek against his chest, Jen couldn't see Randy smiling triumphantly. He was pleased to hear Jen refer to her husband by the demeaning nickname. "It won't be the last time," he thought to himself.

Jen absentmindedly ran her fingers along Randy's muscular chest, tracing the ripples in his biceps and muscular arms. "How do you stay in shape like this?" she asked.

"I played football in college. I was drafted by the Cowboys, but my knee gave out. I work out ever day." Randy noticed how much attention Jen was paying to his sculpted body. He smiled arrogantly. "You clearly appreciate my efforts to stay in shape."

"Not really," Jen coyly teased. She traced along the ripples of his hard, six-pack stomach.. "I just wanted to make sure you don't spend company time working out."

Randy laughed. "Yeah, right, like you really care about that."

Pretending to be serious, Jen said, "We need you focused on work, so our company stock will go up." As she said this, Jen teasingly scrapped her fingernails along Randy's sculptured chest.

Randy moaned. "Yeah, baby, something's gone up." He motioned to his crotch.

Jen's eyes grew wide in disbelief. Despite having already cummed twice, Randy was already hard again! And not just semi-hard, or mostly hard. Randy's cock was rock hard, looking like a granite monument.

Randy moved to get between Jen's legs, but she pushed him away. "No way, cowboy. I told you, I'm too sore."

"Come on baby," Randy said. "You got me this way, you have to take care of me." He fondled Jen's tits, rubbing her nipples. Despite already cumming multiple times, his touch aroused her. But she didn't think her pussy could take any more pounding.

With a smile, Jen said, "I never said I wouldn't take care of you, cowboy."

Jen crawled between Randy's muscular legs and went down on him. Later, when he reflected back on it, Randy would remember the blowjob as one of the best he'd ever gotten, if not the absolute best. Jen wasn't a pro, and at times she was awkward, not being used to his size. But she did incredible things with her mouth, tongue and hands. The way she ran her nails down his chest as she licked the inside of his thighs. The way she fondled his balls as she bobbed on his shaft. The way she looked up at him with her innocent, greenish-blue eyes as she sucked on his cock head.

Randy's instinct was to roll his head back and close his eyes, relax and enjoy the pleasure Jen was giving him. But instead, he couldn't take his eyes off the pretty young wife, loving the sight of her long blonde hair swaying back and forth as she bobbed on his long shaft, feeling himself get even harder as he watched and felt his thick cock move in and out between her soft, full lips. The best porn movie wasn't so erotic. The way her cheeks hollowed out, and then bulged, as she sucked him in and out, the way her nostrils flared as she strained to take more of him into her mouth, the way she almost gagged as his long, thick shaft almost hit the back of her throat.

Randy wanted to extend the pleasure, but Jen was too good. Way before he wanted, his body tensed and he came. He put his hand behind Jen's neck and pushed himself deeper down her throat, wanting the young blonde wife to swallow all his spunk. Randy was impressed that she didn't try to pull back, didn't fight as he pumped in and out of her mouth, fucking her face, shooting streams of thick cum down her throat.

"That was incredible," Randy said honestly.

Jen beamed with pride, ecstatic that Randy was happy with her performance. Feeling good about herself, and still feeling the lingering bliss of her multiple orgasms, she didn't resist as Randy reached out and pulled her towards him, snuggling her against his sculpted chest.

Jen couldn't help feeling safe in Randy's muscular arms. She felt satisfied and complete, and happy with herself for giving him pleasure as well. Jen felt Randy softly stroke her hair. It felt good, comforting. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her cheek against his chest, feeling secure in his arms, feeling content.

Then, suddenly, she remembered Michael. She hadn't thought of him in hours. She immediately felt guilty, and then began to feel awkward. She was in another man's arms, in his bed, snuggling with him. She was a married woman, this wasn't right. Sex was bad enough, but to be cuddling so intimately. So romantically. A physical relationship with another man was one thing. But an emotional one? This was going too fast, and all of Jen's doubts resurfaced.

"I've got to go," Jen said, sliding off the bed. Suddenly she felt bashful and embarrassed, wearing only her garter strap, stockings and high heels, almost frantically searching the floor for her clothes so she could cover herself from Randy's eyes.

She wiggled into her dress and stuffed her bra and torn panties into her purse. She looked at Randy. She didn't know what to do, so she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for tonight," she said awkwardly. "I'll ... I'll see you."

Then she rushed from Randy's condo, feeling more confused than ever.