His wife had visited his firm that particular day because her ad agency had been looking for new representation. Piper was their new hire, tasked with the job of finding the right fit.

It had been an instant connection for the firm, and for him.

It suddenly seemed incredibly funny that they were living in the same town and working the same jobs as when they first met.

Maybe it was time to change things up?

The elevator doors opened, and he stepped in before he could give it any more thought. He kept his head down so the cameras couldn’t see his face as he punched the button for the eleventh floor. As he rode up, he tried to imagine what his wife had in store for them.

It was most certainly going to be sex, but how and where?

A thrill rippled through him, causing his cock to throb against his pants. Whatever she had planned, he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.

He emerged into a nicely carpeted hallway. Everything was modern and decorated in a contemporary style. The hallway leading to the ad agency had a gray-and-white checked carpet and big green plants in large black planters. The layout inside was an open floor plan with lots of wide-open spaces, glass walls, and communal meeting rooms for brainstorming. They also had a game room with a foosball table.

Those creative types liked to keep the cogs moving.

Michael strode up to the big, glass double doors with purpose and pulled one of the handles. It whooshed open on a rush of air.

There wasn’t a soul around.

Piper was one of the few employees who had an actual office with a door. He pulled out his phone as he began to walk through the agency.

HERE.

The bubble came up as Piper typed.

NOT IN MY OFFICE. FIND ME.

He replied.

CLUES?

She typed back.

NOPE. GO WITH UR WILDEST FANTASY.

Where would he like to fuck his wife?

He veered toward the game room. He could see from a distance that the lights were off, but that didn’t mean Piper wasn’t inside. He peered through the glass window and opened the door. “Piper, are you in here?”

No response.

He shut the door and turned, scanning the open space that held the cubicles. Where would his wife want to have sex?

Then he knew.

He walked toward her office, turning down another hallway, veering away from the larger open space. Her office lights were on, and the door was open. He ducked his head in and shut off the lights, closing the door behind him. No need to broadcast to anyone who might wander in that she was here.

He kept going.

The largest conference room the agency had was at the end of the hallway. It was fairly formal and situated at the front of the building. One wall was entirely glass and looked out over downtown Madison.

He passed the lunchroom and a smaller conference room, and when he got to the end of the hall, he opened the conference room door slowly. The lights were off, but he knew she would be here. It was a place where she spent a lot of time with her colleagues.

She would want this night to be memorable.

“Glad you could make it,” Piper said from her spot near the glass wall. He closed the door behind him.

He walked in, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He was so turned on, he wanted to be naked immediately. As he rounded the large table that sat at least twenty, he had to stop and take in a breath.

Piper had wheeled in an oversized desk chair, and was sitting in it without a scrap of clothing on, her legs crossed. Her breasts were illuminated by the lights from downtown, her long hair down around her shoulders.

She was so beautiful he wanted to cry.

He needed to taste her. Every bit of her.

Michael dropped his ball cap on the table and unzipped his pants as he walked, letting them drop as he moved toward her. He was fully erect, and his hard-on jutted out in front of him.

Piper eased forward in her chair, her mouth falling open. “Did you come here commando?”

He chuckled as he grabbed on to his cock. “Yes. I got sick of wrestling my dick out of my boxers the second time I went to beat off in the airplane bathroom, so I tossed them.”

“Does that mean you were partially naked on the airplane?”

“Damn straight. And a certain flight attendant would’ve loved to have known that and joined me.” He heard the uptick in Piper’s breathing. “That made you hotter, didn’t it? Two propositions in one day. It might be a record. I kept the napkin she gave me to show you.”

“You know it turns me on. And bullshit if that’s a record. I’ve been with you, holding your hand, and you’ve had more propositions than that in one day.” She slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them wide, one hand snaking its way down her belly, the other going for a nipple. “Women want to fuck you, myself included.”

He cleared his throat and kicked away his pants. He walked over to her chair silently, knelt in front of her, and parted her thighs.

* * *

When Michael’s tongue hit her core, Piper nearly rocketed out of her seat. But instead of lifting off, she arched her back, the chair moving with her, so she could expose more of herself to her husband as he began to lap.

“Yes, stay like that,” Michael growled, his tongue darting all over. “I like you open, and you taste so good. Damn, why haven’t we done this before? It’s so fucking sexy.”

“You say that every time we have sex,” Piper moaned. “But, this time—oh—I’m in total agreement with you. We should definitely do this more often.” His tongue ran in circles around her clit, but when he took the tiny nub into his mouth and sucked, she cried out, her hands digging into his thick hair. “Right there, you beautiful bastard! Yes!” She rocked her hips against his mouth, and the chair shook in tandem.

“You’re going to come for me tonight, Piper.” He paused, glancing up at her, his eyes hooded. “I won’t take no for an answer, even if I have to fuck you seven different ways right here in this office.”

“Seven ways sounds great,” she panted.

“Maybe we should make it ten.” His tongue stroked her clit.

Piper squirmed in her seat, her breath coming fast. The pleasure was so intense, it was shocking. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come right on your mouth.” Piper pumped her hips, needing to feel his mouth everywhere on her.

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” he murmured, not lifting his tongue off her for a single second.

“Ahhh, that feels so good. But I don’t want to come like this. I need your cock inside me. Right up against that glass. That’s my fantasy.” She slowly sat up, easing her husband, and his wonderful mouth, back. “But first, I want to prime you.”

“I’m so primed, I could go off any few second.”

“I don’t care,” Piper said. “I’m blowing you, because it’s going to make me hotter.”

Michael stood, obliging her.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and walked him backward a few feet from the glass wall. She was going to get him on the absolute edge of exploding, so that the sex was hot and hard. She knelt in front of his chiseled body, her hands sliding down his torso. His ample cock bobbed outward.

“Damn,” she muttered, “why are you so perfect everywhere? It’s unfair to the human race.”

“Perfection is a myth,” he murmured. “Everyone is flawed. But if we’re defining perfect, you’re the one who is, not me.”

“Yeah, I’m perfect at giving blow jobs.” She caressed the base of his cock with one hand, and brought the other up to cradle his balls as she lowered her mouth to it. Her wet lips pressed against the tip ever so slowly.

This was the best part. The entrance.

She peered up at her husband as she flicked her tongue over the tip, then she pressed him into the fold of her mouth, slowly taking his length as far as she could, which was almost to the base.