Ruth was in light conversation with a small group of co-workers. A sly smile on her face as she nodded to Reg, who was across the way from her and in another group.

She kept adjusting her dress as subtly as she could. She loved feeling his man-goo, hidden beneath her clothing, smearing across her chest, slick on her skin.

She dropped her eyes to look down at her dress, worried if it had managed to seep through the blue fabric, although she was keen to enjoy his cum and not too prudish about it; she also didn't want them to get found out, after all they were both married and they had careers to think of.

Satisfied that her dress was concealing his load, Ruth turned her attentions back towards Reg, looking back around the room, a sudden anxiety that she couldn't see him; she scanned a little quicker and saw he had moved on from the group and to a woman.

She felt a little twinge of fear, right up until he winked at her, then a tingle deep inside her pussy; she had always thought of him as the office sleaze, always seen him as a pest to anything in a skirt. But now, now he was Reg, the office dreamboat, and he was her secret indulgence.

Ruth laughed at whatever the rest of her group was laughing at, distracted by Reg.

She knew she should have been focusing on the conversation, on the boring office talk that was going on around her, but she couldn't keep her eyes off Reg. He was talking to Maria from accounting. Ruth felt a pang of jealousy, fighting a primal urge to march over to him. She reminded herself that this was just a little fun, a little office indiscretion.

Mingling and interacting with as many people as she could, her eyes constantly searching for Reg as she did, her skin sensitive to the cum lurking under her dress.

As it came towards the end of the night, Ruth managed to catch Reg alone at the bar; he was nursing a whisky, his shoulders relaxed and his smile easy. Ruth had been going crazy with wicked thoughts, images of his cock from earlier, and the feel of his cum on her a further reminder that she was horny as hell.

"Reg." Ruth began, her voice low and sultry as she walked up to the bar.

He turned to her, his smile widening as he spotted her.

Ruth leaned against the bar, positioned two body lengths to his side to avoid suspicion, her elbows resting on the bar for support.

"Do you have a room here at the hotel for tonight?" She asked discreetly, her voice barely a whisper, her head facing forwards.

Reg turned his head slightly, smirking. "I do. Why?" He asked, his voice matching her sultry tone.

Ruth felt a shiver run down her spine. "How did you manage that? Won't your wife expect you home?" Ruth asked, her eyes scanning the mirror bar, ensuring they were alone or at least out of earshot.

Reg's voice was a low murmur, "Naw, she knows I was drinking, so she was happy I booked a room. She won't be expecting me home until tomorrow morning." He paused, his eyes raking over Ruth's body, lingering on her cleavage. "And you, did you book a room?" Reg's eyes never left Ruth's tits.

Ruth shook her head, her breath hitching as she felt his gaze. "No, I planned on going home after this. But..." she trailed off, her voice a low murmur.

Reg's eyes flicked up to hers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But you didn't want to go home to a loser, not after sucking a winner," Reg said.

Ruth nodded in agreement, a small, mischievous smile playing on her lips now. "I don't want to go home," she whispered.

"Take your phone out. Call your husband. Tell him you're staying at the hotel tonight," Reg instructed, his gaze intense.

Ruth hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before she slipped her hand into her bag and pulled her phone out. She scrolled to her husband's number, her thumb hovering over the call button. "What do I say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Reg leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. "Anything you like. Say you'll see him tomorrow. Let's hope he won't suspect anything."

Ruth hit the call button, her stomach churning with a mix of excitement and guilt. She hadn't lied to her husband before, nothing as serious as this anyway. She'd always been honest, a stickler for the truth, even in small things. But here she was, phone pressed to her ear, heart pounding in her chest, about to tell a whopper. "Hi, honey," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I'm going to stay with Marie from accounts tonight. She's had a bit too much to drink, and I don't want her staying alone in her hotel room."

Reg watched her, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew she was lying; they both did. But it was all part of the thrill, the danger. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts heaving slightly under her dress, knowing the cum he'd left there earlier was still hidden beneath the fabric.

Her voice was smooth and steady, but to Reg, she looked anything but calm. He smirked, enjoying the sight of her so flustered, so turned on by the danger of their situation.

As she spoke to her husband, Ruth's free hand slid into the folds of her dress, her fingers finding their way to her nipple, rubbing it gently through her bra. She looked over at Reg, their eyes meeting, and she slid her hand inside her bra. Her eyes never left his as she did.

"Sure, honey, it's fine. Yeah, I'm good," Ruth said to her husband, her fingers pinching her nipple before sliding over her slick skin.

Reg watched Ruth's hand disappear into her dress; it was smooth and discreet.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, honey. I promise. Of course I will," Ruth murmured into the phone, her eyes still on Reg, her hand still teasing her nipple.

She listened to her husband's reply, her hand now moving from the confines of her dress. "I love you too, honey," Ruth said softly, before looking up at Reg and moving her hand towards her face; she slowly licked her fingers, her tongue tracing along them.

"Mmm," Ruth moaned as she savoured the taste. "No, it's these nibbles they have out; they taste so good, Honey," she lied with a grin, her eyes not leaving Reg's.

Reg smirked, enjoying the show.

"Alright, I need to go. Love you," Ruth said into the phone, a finality in her voice. She glanced at Reg, hanging up the call. "Better double-check that I hung up; don't want the old bore hearing and spoiling our fun," she said, dropping her phone back into her purse.

"Spoiling our fun?" Reg asked as he signalled along the bar to the barman, wiggling his empty glass.

Ruth grinned as she leaned into the bar again, knowing her cleavage and ass were both pushed out to their full potential. She began to whisper across to him, "If you let me come back to your room, you can stick that beautiful cock of yours..."

Reg's eyes widened slightly, surprised. 

"Another whisky?" the barman asked, unintentionally interrupting Ruth, not realising they were in conversation.

Ruth impatiently tapped her fingers on the bar, her eyes flicking between Reg and the bartender, her anticipation growing with each passing second as Reg took his time ordering.

She didn't know how much longer she could wait; the idea of just dragging him to his room herself was not entirely off the table if she could do it without anyone knowing.

"And for you?" Reg said, turning to Ruth as the barman placed a whisky in front of him.

Ruth wanted to say and fought against blurting it out, 'No. I don't want a drink; I want you to finish that whisky, take me up to your room, and give me a fucking pumping, NOW." Instead, she said in a low voice, "A glass of house white, please."

As the barman nodded and turned away, Ruth moved closer to Reg, her hip so close to his. She really wanted to go back to his room, knowing that even though they had all night and morning, she wanted to make the most of him, to feel him inside her over and over, but sharing a drink offered a cover if anyone saw them. She didn't want to raise suspicions, not yet. Ruth glanced around and was happy they were alone for the moment, at least until the barman or someone else came in.

Reg smirked at her, leaning into her ear. "What were you saying before, because I'm feeling very generous tonight?"

Ruth practically pounced on him; she reached down and took hold of his dick over his trousers before finishing her sentence from before, "If you let me come back to your hotel room, you can stick that right up my cunt," she whispered to him, her voice a breathy hot moan.

Reg groaned, his cock growing harder by the second, "I was meaning I felt generous enough to let you buy me a drink, but you want me to stick it, where?"

Ruth's hand remained on his cock, her grip firm as she rubbed him over his trousers. "You can stick that beautiful cock of yours anywhere you fucking want; I don't really care where it goes; I just need it inside me."

Ruth reluctantly let his cock go, moving her hand back to the bar as the barman returned with her drink; she looked around nervously, ensuring no one was watching them. 

Ruth pulled out notes from her purse; she insisted, "Here, let me pay." She pushed the money towards the barman, "Keep the change." She added, her voice steady and insistent.

Reg looked at Ruth; he didn't argue.

Ruth waited for the barman to give them some space.

She didn't want to waste any more time. She turned to Reg, her eyes locked with his. "So how do we do this?" she asked.

Reg sipped his whisky; she was sure he was purposely taking his time. "Do what?" Reg played coy, taking another slow sip of his whisky. Knowing Ruth was desperate to get him alone in his room.

Ruth's patience was wearing thin. "If you want me back in your room, how do we get to your room without anyone seeing?" she whispered, her eyes darting around the room. "The hotel is full of people we know, and they all know we are both married."

Reg set his glass down, his smirk growing. "I don't think anyone would suspect anything if we just... walked out together." He paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "But if you're worried about it, maybe we should just forget about our little office fuck buddies relationship."

"No," Ruth said, more resolute than she meant.

They both eagerly finished their drinks, setting the glasses down with a clink and a purposeful nod.

"Relax, nobody will suspect a thing. You're Ruth, Mrs. Respectable and happily married, and I'm just Reg, the office fuck-up. We're just two colleagues."