The Good Wife Pt. 02

Over the following week, I really hadn't been able to get the night of the company party out of my mind. This was the night that I had been enlisted to help Jody to cuckold her husband Eric. It is a night I think of regularly still to this day.

I was out of the office for a week after that night on a combination work/family visit trip. I did have occasion to speak with her on the phone regarding some pressing work items. I remember really wanted to bring it up, but she was all business.

Did I have misgivings about what had transpired? Yes. Did I worry about how it might affect our working relationship? Yes. Had I been re-living every moment, and fantasizing about it recurring? Absolutely.

When I returned to the office I was in early doing some catching up. I happened to be in the common area when Jody came in the front door. I noticed her right away. She seemed on top of the world.

She saw me, caught my eye and I'm pretty sure there was a twinkle there that made me catch my breath. Wasn't there?

"Hi Dave, how was the trip?" she spoke as she walked by, not even breaking stride.

"Productive," I responded, "but we've got some follow up to do."

"Sounds good" I heard as I watched her stepping away. I couldn't help but admire the swing of her hips as she disappeared into her office. I definitely had a new appreciation for her.

I regained myself and focused on work. There really was a bunch of follow up after my trip. I had met with a company that could well become one of our biggest clients if we played our cards right. We had several exchanges of emails and messages regarding the potential client. No indication of anything but business.

I was back at my desk, focused Jody stepped in carrying a fresh cup of coffee that she placed on my desk. She sat down, crossing her legs at the knee. I leaned back, taking a sip, doing my best not to ogle, though mentally I was already back in that hotel room. We talked about the client a bit, discussing strategy.

After a beat or two of silence, she says "I just want you to know, things won't change here." She was speaking low now, looking at me, a bit of a question in her statement.

I looked back at her. I nodded, though I'm sure she noticed me taking in the curve of her calf. I remained quiet, willing to let her talk. I could tell she had more on her mind.

"You've got nothing to worry about from me." I said, "It was a magical night for me honestly."

She listened, and seems to have settled her doubts a bit. She continued, "I do have to tell you, Eric and I have had more sex in the last week than in the whole last two years."

I was smiling now. I had really been hoping this wouldn't make things awkward at the office. But I was also relishing the possibilities. "That's very good to hear" I responded, then adding, "I will say I was a bit worried how that part was going to play out."

"He heard everything, he couldn't get enough that night of me after you left. I don't think we slept more than an hour or two the whole night. "

"That's a good man you have there." I said, not adding the fact that I knew exactly what he had heard that night. Hell, I had been replaying every moment and sometimes found myself masturbating at the memory.

"So he still doesn't know that I realize he was fully aware of my... time with you?" I queried.

"Not at all, I still don't understand it really, I mean why it would have that effect on him." She paused, thinking, then added "me being with you I mean?" "It makes no sense, but... I actually think he enjoyed it every bit as much as I did."

"I can't answer for him, but I do get it." I looked directly into her eyes. "It's a fantasy that I had many times back when I was married."

She was very interested in this revelation. Asking questions. We spoke back and forth like that for a bit. She was trying to understand, initially concerned he was looking for some justification to have his own affair. She seemed comfortable talking with me about it. Somehow I felt safe I guess. She was obviously happy at the newfound enthusiasm he had for her. I suppose she was reassured a bit, still getting her head around it all.

That was pretty much it that day, and for the following few days. We all were busy with our work. Maybe my imagination but Jody did seem to have a bit more bounce in her step than usual, was being a bit more sociable in general, maybe more confident even. She was always quick with one for me.

It was that Friday when it came up again. I was at the coffee maker late morning, a fair bet for anyone looking to find me when I'm not in my office. I felt someone step near behind me

"He asked if you've been coming on to me." I heard.

I turned to look at her. She looked radiant in a dress that really flattered her. I could see the question in her eyes, maybe some concern? There was no one around. I know she saw the catch in my breath.

Against my better judgement, I made the decision to be honest with her, after a pause, I spoke quietly, "In my head, I fuck you every single day, and send you home to him afterwards."

There was a slight gasp, and there was definitely a smile on her face now. Then I added "... but I really want to make sure I don't screw anything up for you, or me, here at the office or for you at home."

There was a pause, and a look in her eye. A hungry look. She took my hand and pulled it lower, her dress was a wraparound style, she had pulled it aside and placed my hand against her panties in a flash.

The warmth there flowed into my hand, the fabric damp and steamy. "God it makes me wet every time I think about it" she said, then stepped back a couple of feet, breaking the contact. It had only been a second or two. Then she added, "I've been this way all morning actually,..... ever since Eric picked out these panties for me to wear, he asked if I was going to tease you today." She hesitated, then added. "He kind of begged me to I guess you'd say."

She was a bit embarrassed I could tell, though she did note that my slacks were bulging. I brought my hand to my face, inhaling the trace of her scent there.

"You can tell him how I've been craving to taste that beautiful pussy again...... and and how I think about fucking that pretty mouth of yours again." Her eyes got wide as she took in my words. I realized I was staring at her lips.

Just then we were interrupted by one of the bosses walking in and asking her about something or other. She never missed a beat, responding professionally. The glow in her cheeks told the story though.

As I was leaving that evening a bit after 5, I noticed her office door ajar and the light on so I poked my head around her door. I told myself it was to say goodnight, but I knew I wanted something more. I heard her on the phone, "That sounds great, what time?", she swiveled her chair around leaning back.

Seeing me she says "Hey Dave! You heading out? Have a great weekend!"

I mumbled something similar back, about to leave, when she stopped me with a hand motion.

She held one finger up to her lips, watching me as she continued her conversation.

"Yes, that was Dave." I watched her hand slide into the wrap of her dress as she spoke. I thought of those panties I had touched earlier, I thought of that delicious pussy.

She saw my focus, pulled her dress aside. God, she was running her finger up and down over the fabric, white and lacy, she pressed the fabric into the crease. I gulped but realized no one could interrupt her as I was blocking the entrance to her door.

I watched her fingers then slide into her panties, then her voice dropped, "God, I've been so wet all day Babe." she told him, then "Mmmhmm, yes, I'm pretty sure he liked the dress."

I startled at hearing this, again checking the hallway. I looked into her eyes, a mischievous grin reaching them.

"You'd better be ready when I get home" she said. Then I watched her listening to something he was saying, as she did she began to slide her panties down with one hand. One side, then the other, until she peeled them from one foot.

"Yes honey, I've definitely been a bad girl today, I've teased him mercilessly." She responded to some unheard question. "In fact, I seem to have lost my panties somewhere."

With that, she threw them toward me. I caught them instinctively, momentarily bringing them to my face before palming them.

That's when she stood, the dress falling back into place, the phone still held to her ear. She was still screened behind the door from anyone in the hallway.

She stepped towards me, opening her dress once again, wanting me to see. She was completely shaved now. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She just looked back at me, holding her dress open while giving her husband an occasional

"I did, Yes," and "Mmhm" and an "Is that so" here and there.

I reached down, and quickly slid two fingers into the juiciest, wettest pussy I've ever felt. Her eyes sort of widened and glazed over. "I'll be home in 30 minutes, I'm walking out now," she managed to get out, then with her eyes on mine "You definitely have something to take care of before we go to dinner."

Her clit stiffened as I rubbed that creaminess back and forth over it, around it. I heard and watched a little stifled moan. "Let me get out of here, I'll tell you all about what Dave got up to with me today while you fuck me."

She touched her fingers to her lips, then to mine. It was time for me to go.

I walked out of the front of the building and couldn't help but rub my fingers over my lips, the other hand holding her panties deep in my pocket. It was going to be a long weekend.