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Office Wife 1: Banged By The Boss While Hubby Watches
(Traci Wilde)

He stepped forward, pressing against her. Even through his suit she could feel his rock-hard erection poking her in the ass. A shiver ran along her body as he pressed his lips to the back of her neck, kissing, tasting. He wrapped his arms around her, unfastening the top buttons on her blouse, slipping his hands inside, cupping her breasts. She moaned.

"I can be your benefactor, your sugar man," he whispered, his breath on her ear.

Linda melted into him, letting her weight lean against his body. She felt his muscles tense, his thighs bulge as he accepted her weight, held her.

Through the bra he pinched her nipples, eliciting a small gasp from her. Linda felt her heart speeding up, her breathing shallow and quick, a throbbing between her legs.

"Say it. Tell me you want me."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Not yes, say it."

"I want you."

He finished unbuttoning her blouse, then stepped back, pulling it from her shoulders, letting it flutter to the ground. Mr. Kendrick pressed his crotch against her ass, his hands now on her shoulders, pushing her over, until she was leaning over the table, her forearms on the table, supporting her weight. His hands played down her back now, to her hips.

Linda moaned as he continued down, hands now playing along her thighs. He knelt, hands reaching around to the front of her legs, massaging. A shiver ran through her as he kissed, lips pressing against the back of her legs. He continued kissing, first her left leg, then her right, back and forth, tongue slipping between his lips, tasting, while his hands worked their way higher now, under her skirt, higher still.

Her breath caught in Linda's throat as his fingers reached the edge of her panties.

"Can you reach the phone?" he asked.

"Yes," she moaned. 

"Dial Robert's extension."

Linda reached for the phone. She hit the wrong button at first, disconnected the line, then tried again, concentrating hard on getting the right extension.

"Robert Wright," he answered.

Just then Linda gasped ??" Mr. Kendrick bit the back of her leg. 

"Linda?" came the voice from the phone.

She gasped again as Mr. Kendrick's fingers slipped inside her panties, his kisses on the back of her legs grew more urgent.

"Tell him to come here," Mr. Kendrick said.

"Rober??"" She stopped in mid-word, then groaned when Mr. Kendrick ever-so-lightly brushed his finger along her folds.

He pulled his fingers back from under her panties. He stood, and a shock ran through her body when Mr. Kendrick lifted her skirt and smacked her ass. She knew it was hard and loud enough for Robert to hear.

"Tell him."

 "Robert, come here, please."

"Linda, you all right?"

Linda flinched when Mr. Kendrick delivered an even harder smack to her ass.

"Please, Robert, come here now."

The line went dead. A few seconds later she heard him ??" Robert burst into Mr. Kendrick's office. She peered back over her shoulder to see him against the glass doors, pulling on the handles. The doors didn't budge. 

Linda started to stand up, but Mr. Kendrick pushed her back down onto the table, her forearms supporting her weight. 

"Linda!" she heard Robert call. He slammed his hands against the door.

She felt her face grow hot, a sinking feeling gripped her stomach. She had known, when she accepted the job, she might end up being one of Mr. Kendrick's girls. Hell, somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind she wondered what it would be like, maybe even had a tiny little craving to be taken and used, but the idea she would be taken in front of her husband, that he would have to watch, had never crossed her mind.

She squeezed her eyes closed when Mr. Kendrick lifted her skirt and went to his knees, kissing the back of her legs, hands returning to the front of her thighs, touching, massaging. He kissed higher now, along the lower edge of her ass, where he sunk his teeth into her skin and bit. 

Linda shuddered, her breath catching in her throat. She moaned again as his fingers slipped inside the edge of her panties. He pressed his left hand against her moist, swollen folds, pushing two fingers deep inside. Without thinking she stood, and Mr. Kendrick smacked her ass hard with his right hand while he pressed his fingers even deeper. The combination of his fingers inside her ??" she was already soaking wet ??" and the blow to her ass sent a deep, aching swell of pleasure rushing through her body. 

She fell back to the table, pushing her ass up toward Mr. Kendrick. He laughed, and smacked her again.

"You like that?"

She clenched her legs together, contracting every muscle around his fingers. 

"Yes," she whispered.

He smacked her again. She heard Robert, slapping the door hard, two times. She didn't care.

"You've never been spanked?"

"No," she whispered, letting a slow, low moan follow. 

He withdrew his fingers, then grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body.

"Oh my god," she cried when he bent down and bit her ass. He squeezed her flesh between his teeth, then sucked hard. Linda groaned. She knew he would leave a bruise, that it would be cruel to Robert to let Mr. Kendrick do this, to mark her body so that he would remember this until the bruise faded.

She didn't care right now. 

He pulled away, then grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezing.

"Linda, please, you don't have to do this!" her husband called through the glass. 

Linda glanced over her shoulder. His eyes were wide, his mouth gapping. She could see tears welling in his eyes.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Kendrick said. "That's a wonderful idea."

She wasn't sure what he meant. Mr. Kendrick let go of Linda's ass, then reached down and grabbed her hair, twisting his fingers in it, then he yanked her back to a standing position. He walked around the room, circling the table, pulling Linda by her hair. She caught a glance of her reflection in the glass ??" she was dressed now in her bra and skirt, a look she knew always drove Robert crazy. He wasn't crazy now, at least not with lust. She saw anger in his face, and despair and even more shame.

Soon they were on the opposite side of the table, Mr. Kendrick still holding her hair with one hand, pushing the chairs aside with his other hand, clearing a spot. He pushed her against the table so that she was leaning over the table, again with her weight resting on her forearms. Only now, she could look straight ahead and see Robert, his face pressed against the glass of the door. 

Mr. Kendrick lifted her skirt again and delivered three quick, stinging blows. Linda loved the pain, the smacking sound of his palm against her bare ass. She cried out, no words, just sound, a cry of intense craving.

Mr. Kendrick let go of her hair, then she heard him, his belt unbuckling, zipper being unzipped...