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Night Shift - A Hotwife Adventure

I had been working at the hospital for five years when I was asked to cover the night shift for two months. He was someone I hadn?t met before. He was wearing dark blue scrubs and had a very sexy smile. I?d never met someone that I was so instantly drawn to. No, we?re not talking soul mates, we?re talking I to drag him into the linen closet and have my way with him. But I had a husband and he had a girlfriend. I was nearly twenty years older than him. Most importantly, he was a coworker. No good. Couldn?t let him dip his pen in my company ink!

So we flirted like teenagers for a couple of weeks, sometimes ignoring each other, sometimes following each other room to room. Sometimes I followed him without even realizing what I was doing. He had this tight ass that was so easy to walk behind. And I could tell he was having trouble keeping his attraction under wraps, too. I?m not a movie star but, when I flirt with men, they respond. It became almost unbearable. Some nights I would just avoid him to keep my cool. Then I would catch him looking at me like, or he would give me that heartbreaker smile and I would spend my break in a changing room, fingering my pussy while I fantasized about him. I couldn?t believe it. I mean I?m no prude, but was I really so far gone for this guy that I was in a changing room, masturbating on my lunch hour? Yeah, I was. I was also getting very frustrated. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.

Over the next few weeks, our flirtation escalated. We began to exchange increasingly suggestive emails. It?s easier to say naughty things in email. Still, we kept it above board, sort of. We were coworkers and tried to be professional enough to respect that. It all changed when he sent me an e-mail telling me he got a new job and was leaving the hospital. I tracked him down and got right in his face. I told him this changed everything and, if he wasn?t all talk, he better step up his game soon. Since we wouldn?t be coworkers anymore, I dared him to push my limits, see how far he could get me to go.

I didn?t think he was the kind of man who couldn?t resist a challenge and he didn?t let me down. Still, he waited until his last night on the job to make his move. He?d been laying it on thick for three days, bringing me chocolate, complimenting my eyes, my hair, my smile? hovering like a honeybee around a flower. He knew I wanted him to cross that line, but he was being an insufferable tease.

On that last night, around 2:00 AM, I was coming back from returning a patient to their room when he walked up beside me, leaned in close and whispered ?I?d like to grab your ass, bend you over, and fuck you right here and now.? It was like one of those lines you read about in porn but no man ever says to you in a public place. Still, he said it. I was speechless, my nipples were rock hard, I felt my face flush with embarrassment and excitement and I had to catch my breath. He had my full attention.

Then, he just walked away. It was the perfect tease. He gave me about 5 minutes to squirm before he came back. I don?t remember what he said, but I followed meekly when he led me into a corner and leaned in to kiss me. I hesitated because, though my husband had given me a green light to have sex with anyone I wanted, I did not plan to go through with it. It was just really hot flirting.

Without any conscious intention to do so, I moved in close and turned my face to his. You know how you hear a first kiss is supposed to make you dizzy if there?s chemistry? Yup, it was all that. Then, I walked away. I figured it was my turn to leave him squirming. Plus, that kiss made me want to press my whole body against him and much more. He quickly walked up behind me, and whispered ?just so you know? then, taking my hand, he lay it onto the hardest cock I had felt in years. Much harder than Hubby?s, and it felt bigger too.

I didn?t squeeze it, though I really wanted to. But I was nearly shaking from controlling the urge to squeeze, stroke, caress that throbbing organ. Then, predictably, he walked away, regaining the initiative. About ten minutes later, I was in another room, stocking supplies when I glanced over to see him standing behind me. I ignored him, and continued with my work. But I could feel his eyes on me, appraising my body language, planning his next move. I didn?t hear him walk up behind me, but I sure felt it when he grabbed my ass in his big strong hand and squeezed it. I smacked his hand, feigning an irritation I didn?t really feel. Somewhat abashed, he apologized, and left the room. My knees were trembling with desire for him, but I was not going to let him have the upper hand? yet.

When I came out, he was waiting. He gave me a slip of paper and asked me to text him. He said he didn?t want to make me mad, but he really wanted me. I went back to my department and texted him immediately. I told him I wasn?t annoyed but I didn?t want to get distracted at work because I had a lot to do. Then I told him he had no idea what he was doing to me. He said it was very mutual and he was having a ?hard? time working in scrubs.

For some reason, my mind went to the image of watching him masturbate. I wanted to see him cum. I texted that to him and, wouldn?t you know it, he responded that he loves being watched. The things you learn about people in the wee hours of the morning! We'd been flirting for six weeks and the pent up sexual energy was insane. I don?t know how it happened, but we started sexting. If you?re familiar with that little game, you know how it builds anticipation. Like either of us needed that!

Eventually, I agreed to go to coffee with him after work. I was nervous, excited, convinced that I wasn?t going to let it go too far, and afraid that I was going to do exactly that. I let him know that sex was not happening, just coffee. I don?t remember why but I agreed to go with him in his car. When we got off work, it had just started snowing, the first snow of the year. Maybe it was the snow, but I felt happy and adventurous.

When I got into the car, I unbuttoned my coat and let it fall open, showing a skimpy top and my modest, but shapely bosom. He'd only seen me in scrubs before. He was so distracted by my boobs that he almost drove off the road. I?m not petite, but I?m healthy and I do curve in all the right places. Then he boldly reached his hand over and started rubbing my pussy! Just like that, he reached over and rubbed my clit through my jeans like a pro. I didn?t even have time to process it, I just felt the sensation go through my body. The son of a bitch had flipped my switch and I was instantly wet.

While I tried desperately to hold onto ideas of ?no I can?t? and ?we?re not really going to do this? he drove us to a park near the river and parked. During the entire drive, he was playing my pussy like a virtuoso would play a guitar, fingering an stroking me until I was nearly mad with desire. Before long, the windows were fogged, the snow had covered the windows, and my pants were around my ankles. My legs were spread open, my hips were rocking to the rhythm of his fingering, and all I could think about was the need to cum, the need to have him inside me.

My hand, which had first been sliding up and down his leg, was wrapped around his beautiful cock. I had opened his pants, pulled it out, and was stroking, teasing, pulling and squeezing it with fevered desire. I wanted to taste it, and I think it wanted me to. It seemed to be getting impatient, twitching, dripping pre-cum and humping my hand as he tilted his pelvis up to meet me. His fingers were covered with my juices, and his middle two fingers worked over my g-spot as his palm massaged my clit. I was in heaven!

?Off,? he said, ?take these off.? He began tugging at my pants, and pulling my shirt up. My bra went up, and he began sucking my nipples gently, then harder. I kicked off my shoes and my pants slipped off, followed by my panties. Then he was eating my pussy as if he were starving for it. By the time his tongue touched my clit I was already close to cumming. He worked one, then two fingers in and out of me while he flicked and nibbled at my clit. I grabbed the edge of my seat and came hard, my pussy sucking and pulsing all over his fingers.

When my orgasm subsided, I told him I wanted to swallow his cock. Wrapping my hand around the shaft I teased cum out with my tongue, licking and kissing. It was mine, all mine! His cum tasted really good, not sweet but not too salty either. I remember thinking he tasted perfect, and wanting to taste him again and again. He read my body language perfectly, so I didn?t have to say a word. He knew I needed him inside me. Without missing a beat, he growled with desire and pushed me back on the seat.

Then he was on top of me, pushing his pants the rest of the way down and spreading me wide with his hips. Some guys will push the tip in lightly, slowly, watching your face to see if they?re hurting you, or asking if you?re OK. Not him. Looking me straight in the eye, as if he were staking a claim to my pussy, he drove into me. In three hard, firm strokes he buried his cock balls deep into my pussy and held it there, pushing deep against my cervix. My pussy began to spasm around his cock, my hips bucking, legs shaking. It filled me better than anything had in years. Hubby really doesn?t get that hard anymore. And he was never so big!

I loved the feel of his big, beautiful cock inside me. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now! I needed him to fuck me? hard. I was ready to beg for it. I really was. Then I saw the glint in his eyes and how he was grinning at me. He knew how badly I wanted him to fuck me. He was still teasing me, keeping control. But he wanted me too, and he had no intention of making me beg. Looking me in the eyes, never breaking contact, he began to fuck me so hard it felt like he was opening me for the first time. I hadn?t known how badly I needed it until I felt that wonderful friction start to resonate through my pussy into my very soul.

I loved his cock. I loved how he owned me, fucked me, dominated me. I couldn?t get enough of him. Reaching through the center of me with his cock, he began talking to me about the people walking through the park. They had to be able to see the car moving, they knew he was fucking me. He opened and slammed my door, knocking the snow from the windows. ?Look!? he said, ?There?s a man watching us. If he comes over, he can see my cock in your pussy. You love that don?t you?? I shook my head, but he just laughed. ?Well, let?s see if he can hear you, then.?

Then he fucked me even harder. I was lost in a series of wracking orgasms, and I know I was screaming because my throat was sore the next morning. I know I was loud, but I couldn?t help it. I was being fucked by someone other than my husband, in a car, in the middle of a park, and I couldn?t stop crying out in pleasure. I knew people could hear me, but it was just too intense, too wonderful to resist.

Finally, I surrendered, and just rolled with it. I laughed, wrapped my legs around him, arched my back, and pulled him deep into me. ?Come on, big boy,? I taunted him, ?Give it to me. Cum for me, Baby.? He seemed intent on going on, so I just began squeezing him with my pussy. That did it! He managed a handful of hard, deep strokes before he lost it. With a moan, he drove deep into me and held still. I felt his manhood pulsing, swelling inside me. He released his cum into me, filling my pussy with his warm, sticky seed. If you?re a woman you know how good this feels. It?s almost like a reward. I won! I got his stuff, and it?s mine now. I felt a sense of contentment. I felt, calm, relaxed, satisfied.

Finally, he softened and withdrew. I began pulling on my clothes, and I told him I had to go home. He took me back to my car and, after making sure I got it started, he drove away. I got home to find my loving husband in the kitchen making me breakfast. I dragged him back to the bedroom, pushed him onto our bed and climbed on top of him. ?You?ll never guess what I just did!? I purred.

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