Death of an affair..

There was no compassion in his eyes, no tenderness in his lips. My mind resisted, my body yielded. This was the end. The fait accompli. Man and woman locked in original sin. Our relationship had never existed, it was only a tidal wave of forbidden desire. Building, surging higher and higher. A deafening crescendo. We were riding the crest and the only way to look was down.

The blunt edge of the desk bit into my back. The sharp pain a perfect counterpoint to the pleasure rising inside me. There were no lights on in Rex’s office but I didn’t need to see him. He smelt of sex. He thrust his slippery fingers into my mouth and I tasted sin. Rex sucked and nibbled my nipples through my smart white shirt. Neither of us wore underwear to work anymore. I reached down with my hands, sliding them over his firm ass then between his legs. My fingers teased his balls through his trousers until he forced my hands up to his zip, begging me silently. Always unable to refuse my boss I undid his fly and tugged down his trousers and briefs. Even after all this time, seeing him exposed like this at work gave me a thrill right down to my cunt. I gripped his cock hard, felt its need as strong as my own.

We didn’t speak; there was no need. We’d been honest from the start. We hadn’t destroyed our marriages for love, only lust. But this animal lust was more powerful than any love I’d experienced. We weren’t lovers, we were conquerors.

Like any affair the details were banal, meaningless. I’d been brought in as a consultant to his PR company three months ago. At the end of the first working week we fucked on his office floor. Working late became a habit we couldn’t, wouldn’t break. He extended my contract over and over, unwilling to give me up.

As I had many times before I laid back on his desk, legs wide to give Rex a view of stocking tops and bare pussy. He growled and bent to bite my thighs, making me gasp in return. When he used his teeth to tug on my pubic hair I ground my cunt upwards, my clit rubbing against his face. Rex sucked my stiff nub until we both couldn’t wait any more. I lifted my hips, he drove into me. We were as good as it gets.

Professionally and sexually we were equals at the top of our game. Here in the wave there were no taboos, no boundaries. We passed the power between us, taking turns to dominate and submit. The first night we spent together he gave himself over to me. I could have easily afforded the best hotel but I chose a cheap room in a concrete block. I wanted to offend his refined taste, disorientate him so that we left our realities behind. Bent over the bathroom sink, looking up in wonder at his reflection in the mirror, Rex spread his legs as I entered him. Afterwards he wept into my breast as we screwed on dirty sheets.

The day he announced he was keeping me on for a third month, Rex followed me to my car. He used his tie to gag me, before wrapping my wrists and ankles in thick black tape, and bundling me into the back seat. I never reached the dinner with my husband, instead sneaking home with inexcusable bruises.

It couldn’t go on. Normal life had fallen away, layer by layer. What was left was raw physicality. We couldn’t function together or apart. This was the final fuck, the unendurable climax to our lust. It was only fitting to end it here in his office where it had begun.

As he fucked me relentlessly I let Rex’s fingers snake around my neck, the lack of oxygen increasing the intensity in my whole body. My cunt burned, I could feel his hot, heavy breath and the trembling in his hands but my head swam and then it came; the peak, the orgasm chasing through me, the little death, and I was tumbling down and far away.