Many people in the office referred to them as a work couple, which Mike didn't really like. They were both happily married, after all, and their families had even taken a vacation or two together. He valued Jerri very much, and it seemed disrespectful to call her his "work wife." In almost every sense, though, that's what she was. Jerri would regularly bring him lunch, they'd spend almost all day together, and truthfully, she knew things about him and his marriage that no one else did. It was good to have a woman, similar in age to his wife, to confide in.
If he were being honest, though, he'd have to admit he found her quite attractive. Not at first, but recently. She was hired a few months after he started, and fresh off having her third child, she'd started to acquire some midlife curves. In the past year or two, though, she'd started working out almost every morning, and Mike had to admit, she looked very good for her 40 years of age. Recently, she'd started wearing these short little skirts to work, that showed off thin, shapely legs. As she lost the weight, her breasts didn't seem to get any bigger, and she'd even started showing a little cleavage around the office. Mike heard the other guys in the office talking about her, and he felt a little jealous when they did. Not that she was his, but he felt protective of her.
The work trip arrived uneventfully, and they delivered their presentation flawlessly. They knew each other so well, their work was seamless, and the clients ate it up. They barely had time to celebrate, rushing out of the office and to the airport for their flight home. Jerri typically liked to change before their flights, but lacking time, they rushed through the terminal in their work attire. Walking a few paces behind Jerri, who was pulling her roller bag, Mike couldn't help but notice how good her back side looked in her tight, pencil skirt. Scolding himself, he picked up his pace to catch up.
They boarded their first flight, and soon were back on the ground, rushing to make their connecting flight. The airport was bustling, and Mike scoffed when they arrived to a long line at their gate. The blinking red sign made his heart sink, when "cancelled" flashed up on the screen. Jerri was already on the phone with her husband, apologizing about missing their date night. Mike felt bad for her, understanding how much she had on her shoulders. As he dialed his own wife to explain, Jerri made her way to the counter and talked to the gate agent, waving her hands and making her best case that they needed to get home immediately. As Mike finished up his own apology, Jerri returned with a slip of paper in her hand.
"Flight cancelled. Something is wrong with the plane, and they can't get us out until tomorrow." Jerri complained, slamming her bag into the floor.
"Tomorrow?!?!" Mike barked in response.
"Fucking assholes...yes. Ten am tomorrow. No other options home. And they want us to just sleep in the terminal."
"Oh fuck that," Mike responded, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Let's find a hotel."
Jerri smiled and held out the piece of paper. "Already handled. I bitched my way into two rooms."
"Atta girl!" Mike smiled, giving her a high-five.
Jerri beamed, quite proud of herself. "Besides, it will give us a chance to celebrate the presentation of the year!"
Mike like how quickly she bounced back from bad news. It was part of what made them a great team. A few minutes later, they were in a cab and headed to a nearby hotel. It wasn't particularly nice, but it worked, and she even got them separate rooms, which he didn't particularly expect. While his wife was very understanding of their relationship, they'd never shared a room, and he didn't think it would be appreciated at home.
Arriving at the hotel, Jerri checked them in, and handed Mike his key, informing him she needed to swing by the little hotel store for something. Leaving her, Mike made his way to his room.
The room was strictly utilitarian, and absolutely nothing to write home about, but it was better than the concourse floor. A few seconds later, Mike heard a knock, but not at the front door. The room adjoined another, and tentatively, he opened his side.
"Surprise!" Jerri called out.
"Adjoining rooms?" Mike replied.
"I requested. I figured we could order a bottle of wine and room service to celebrate. There isn't much around for restaurants anyway."
Mike shrugged, and let Jerri past into his room, a bottle of beer in her hand. Picking up his phone, she dialed room service, and dropped herself into the too-hard room chair to wait for dinner. She crossed her legs, her high-heeled shoe dangling off her toe. Mike scolded himself again, when he noticed how good she looked. He really had to stop thinking like that, he told himself.
Their food - two bottles of wine and two steaks - arrived a while later, and they shared the small table in his room to celebrate their success. Jerri was disappointed, as tonight was supposed to be a special date night for her and her husband, and she mentioned she had something special planned for him, but didn't go into detail. Before long, both bottles were empty, and Jerri decided she should head to bed. Mike admired her again, the wine making the scolding voice in his head significantly quieter, as she walked across the room, dangling her shoes over her shoulder.
As she tried to close the adjoining door, however, there was a problem. It wouldn't latch closed, and absent the latch, it kept swinging open an inch or two. Jerri cursed and slammed it hard a couple times, before Mike laughed at her and told her not to bother.
"We've worked together ten years, I think the door being slightly ajar isn't the worst thing." Mike laughed, enjoying her frustrated fight with the door. Jerri looked unreasonably upset at the circumstance, but eventually shrugged and disappeared into her room.
Turning off the lights and changing into a pair of athletic shorts, Mike turned on the TV and settled in. He could hear Jerri rustling about next door, the bathroom fan going on and off, before the lights in her room also went dim. As he started to doze, he found himself frustrated at the broken door; if it were closed, he thought he might have himself a private moment before bed.
Mike wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep when he slowly awoke to a sound he couldn't quite place. It almost sounded like heavy breathing, even a low-level moan. Sitting up in bed, he listened more closely, deciding it was definitely heavy breathing. If he didn't know better, he'd think someone was having sex. Maybe they were! He wondered if whomever was staying on the other side of the wall was having a good time, and it was coming through the vents or something. Then he realized the sound wasn't coming from behind him, but somewhere else.
Silently, he slid out of bed and walked gently across the floor, intending to try and listen through the front door of the room, but as he drew closer to the adjoining door, the situation became quite clear. The deep breathing was coming from Jerri's room. He wondered, at first, if maybe she were having a bad dream, or trouble sleeping. Peering through the crack in the broken door, he peered into her room.
The room was identical to his own, just in mirror, and was dimly lit by the blue light of the TV. Jerri was lying in the middle of the bed, the covers thrown aside. She was wearing a t-shirt, but it was hiked up to her armpits, her breast glowing in the light. They were perfectly round, both pointed skyward. Jerri was naked from the waste down, and though he couldn't see very clearly, she was clearly touching herself, her wrist bobbing up and down between her legs. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes closed as she played with herself.
Mike knew he should sneak away, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. The glow on her perfectly formed legs, her hand working just out of view, her breasts slowly rising and falling, was mesmerizing. Mike tried to convince himself to move, but the bulge growing in his pants was demanding otherwise.
Then Jerri pulled her hand from between her legs, slowly caressed her breasts, and then rolled away from the door. She seemed to be rooting around along the side of the bed, and soon she returned to her back with what appeared to be a very long, very wide, dildo. Mike's heart skipped a beat as she placed it between her lips for just a second, and then raised her knees and opened her legs. Jerri gasped a little as she placed the tip between her legs, rubbing the head of the dildo against herself. Then, with an almost moan, she pushed it into herself. Slowly, she inserted a little of the long toy, and then pulled it back out. Pushing it back in, she swallowed almost half the length, her back arching as it entered her. She gently fucked herself with it, as her other hand started to play with her clit.
Mike couldn't help himself any longer. Reaching into his shorts, he started to stroke himself. He knew he shouldn't, that he should walk away and forget what he'd seen, but he couldn't.
Jerri pulled the toy from herself, and rolling onto all fours, she reached around her hip and put it back in. She moaned softly as she worked herself from behind, her other hand gently playing with her clit. Her breathing quickened, and Mike was sure she was about to cum. Stroking himself harder, he was leaning against the doorframe, about to finish himself, when his hand slipped. Tumbling forward, his shoulder slammed into the door, knocking it open.
Jerri spun around, stunned. "What the fuck!" she cried out, tossing the toy aside and fumbling for the covers.
"Jerri...I...I don't...I mean, I heard, and..." Mike stuttered, no defense available.
Jerri sat quietly for a second, still panting. "I thought you were...I looked through the door, and you were asleep!"
"I heard something, and..." Mike trailed off, the rest of the sentence obvious.
Jerri stared at him, and he thought he saw a slight change in her face. Then she slowly let the covers fall, cascading past her exposed breasts. Slowly, she slid to the side of the bed, and swinging her legs over the side, she opened the and pointed her nearly naked body at him. Pulling her t-shirt over her head, she stared right at him. "Well, you've already seen so much." she said, in a sultry tone he'd never heard before.
Mike's heart about pounded out of his chest as she slowly rose to her feet and walked toward him, full of sexual confidence. He'd never seen anyone look so sexy, as she approached, her skin glistening in the dim light of the TV.
Arriving immediately in front of him, Jerri reached forward and placed each of her hands inside his shorts. "Unfair, you've seen so much, and I haven't seen anything." Pulling his shorts past his bulge, his cock bobbed free into the light. Jerri smiled, and lowered herself as she pulled his shorts all the way to his ankles. Dropping to her knees, she reached out and wrapped a hand around him.
Smiling as she gave him a few soft strokes, Jerri mumbled "no going back now" and took him into her mouth. Her lips were perfectly pink, wrapped around him, her hand stroking him as she slowly sucked his rock hard cock. Mike moaned softly, watching her intently as she gave him an expert level blowjob. Mike found himself growing harder than he could ever remember, as his "work wife" gave him he best head of his life. She kept looking up at him as she did so, her eyes locking with his in a sexy glare.
Mike was sure he was about to cum in her mouth, but he didn't want to let the moment pass. Reaching down to pull her from himself, he directed her back to his feet. Jerri stared at him, and he could tell she needed more. Pushing her back toward the bed, she fell onto her back. Mike pulled her legs apart, her perfectly shaved pussy opening before him. He thought to himself that it didn't look at all like it'd had three kids, and he dove in immediately, parting her lips with his tongue, and then sliding up to start massaging her clit.
Jerri let out a loud moan, and grabbed Mike by the head, pulling him into her. She tasted so sweet, he thought, so perfectly sweet. He ate her pussy as gently and softly as he could, but she practically pinned his head to her, grinding her hips against his face as he continued.
"OH fuck Mike, that feels so fucking good!" she cried out, overcome with lust. Mike continued licking her, stopping now and then to suck her clit into his mouth, each time eliciting a lusty moan.
Just when he thought she was about to cum, she pushed his head back.
"I need you. Now. I need you inside me," Jerri begged.
Mike stumbled to his feet, standing between her knees. "I can't, I mean, I don't hav a condom."
"I don't care," Jerri bargained, "I have to have it." She leaned forward and started stroking him again, his last bit of willpower evaporating.
Pulling him by his cock, Jerri made him move even closer to her. She moved herself closer to the edge of the bed, aiming her dripping wet pussy right at him. Mike placed his hand over hers, and positioned himself up against her. She felt so warm against him. Removing his hand, Jerri used her to put his tip into her, both of them moaning together as she did. Slowly, Mike fed himself to her, the walls of her slick pussy sliding open to take him in.
"Oh god!" Jerri cried out, her back arching again as Mike gave her his full length. Running his hands up her side, he played for a moment with her firm breasts, giving her a second to adapt to him. Pinching each of her nipples, he slid his hands back down and grabbed her hips. Slowly, he pulled himself almost all the way back out, and then inserted himself again. Jerri moaned loudly, as he started to fuck her slowly.
The feel of her wrapped around him was unlike anything he could remember. She was so tight against him, Mike couldn't believe how incredible she felt. Increasing his rhythm, Jerri moaned louder, her breasts heaving back and forth.
"Holy fuck...that feels so good," Jerri cried out, now playing with her own breasts. Mike wasn't sure how long he could last, but the extra wine was definitely helping. Then Jerri pulled herself from him, sitting up in the bed.
"Behind." she mumbled, "I need it from behind." Spinning over, she pointed her perfectly round ass at him. Mike climbed up onto the bed, and taking her by the hips, he positioned himself and reinserted from behind.
Jerri almost screamed as he went as deep as possible. Holding her by the hips, he started slowly, but almost immediately was overcome, holding her still and pounding her as hard as he could from behind. The shadows of her dangling tits bounced beside her, Jerri burying her head in the bed and moaning loudly enough Mike was sure the entire hotel could hear.
"Fuck me harder." she cried out, her hand spread out above her head to steady herself. "Spank me," she muttered, and Mike released a hip and gave her a soft slap on the ass.
"Spank me harder!" she demanded, and Mike gave her a hard spank, leaving a large red handprint behind. "Oh fuck yes!" she screamed, "That's it. Keep fucking me. I'm going to cum. Please make me cum!"
Mike grabbed her hips has firmly as he could, and pumped himself into her with all his might. Jerri screamed out in orgasmic delight, her body shaking as he made her cum.
Pulling herself forward, Jerri spun back towards him. "On your back!" she demanded. Mike liked being ordered around like this, and he silently laid himself down on the bed. Jerri straddled him, and lowered her gushing hole onto his rock hard cock. Moaning again, Jerri started to bounce up and down on him, her body glistening with sweat as her breasts bounced up and down.
Mike couldn't believe how good she felt, as she moaned louder and louder, a second orgasm quickly building. Her body starting to shake, she shoved herself down onto him, grinding her hips into his.
Mike knew he couldn't take anymore, her pussy walls gripping him so hard. "Jerri, baby, I'm going to cum." He started to push her up and off of him, when she threw her weight forward, her hands on his chest.
"No" she moaned. "Give it to me."
"Jerri...I don't have a...I can't..."
"Yes," she moaned again, "Fill me up. Fill me with your cum. I want it. Fill my pussy!"
Mike was in no position to refuse. With one, violent thrust, he pushed himself as deeply into her as he could, his cum exploding against the walls of her pussy. Jerri screamed in reply, her body shaking again with a third orgasm. Mike held onto her hips, shooting all of his cum deep into her.
Jerri panted above him, her wet breasts just inches from his face. Falling off of him and onto the bed, she laid beside him, throwing one leg over him. He could feel himself dripping out of her, as she tried to regain her breath.
"Fuck," she breathlessly moaned, "that was incredible. I can't remember the last time I came three times like that."
Mike laid there silently, not believing what had just happened. Jerri slowly fell asleep, half atop him, and wrapping his arm around her sweaty body, Mike drifted off as well.
In the morning, they fucked again, and then once more in the shower, before leaving for the airport. Whatever this meant at home, Mike was quite sure this meant work trips were going to be a lot more fun in the future.
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