Part 3

"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." Reg told her.

Ruth took a deep breath as they casually walked out of the bar, their shoulders barely touching, her demeanour as innocent as she could manage as her pussy dripped; they passed through the hotel lobby, and Ruth felt a pang of excitement with each familiar face they encountered and shared a smile or nod with; the prospect of going to a married man's hotel room for his cock or the fact she was happily and secretly wearing another man's, apart from her husband's, cum was making her more horny with each step.

Ruth steadied herself as they reached the foyer and stood at the lifts. 'Soon," she thought, then she could have him.

Reg pressed the elevator lift. As they waited, Ruth was almost angry when two co-workers approached them, also waiting for the lift.

"Ruth, Reg, heading up?" asked Tom, their IT specialist.

Helaina, Ruth's boss, stood beside him, her sharp eyes darting between the two of them.

"Yes, we're on the same floor," Ruth said quickly, her voice steady despite the lie. She shot Reg a sideways glance, hoping he would play along.

"Really? I didn't know you were staying; was your husband not picking you up?" Helaina said, her brow furrowed as she looked between the two of them.

"No, last-minute change," Ruth told her, happy that Helaina had eased her suspicion.

The lift dinged open, and the four of them stepped inside. Ruth's heart raced as the doors slid shut behind them, trapping her with Reg, Tom, and Helaina. She couldn't act on her desire with an audience, no matter how much she wanted to.

Tom pressed three on the panel. "What floor?" he asked the group.

"Two," Helaina said.

"Ruth," Tom asked.

Ruth had no idea. "Err, I forget."

"It will be written on the room key card," Helaina offered.

Ruth knew she didn't have one; she could feel the hot flush start, and she began to pretend to search her bag.

Reg casually jumped in. "It's six; you're on the same floor as me, just a few rooms apart."

Tom nodded and pressed the button. "Cool."

The three buttons lit up on the panel.

Ruth felt her heart pounding; she couldn't believe how close she was to having Reg alone in his room, to have him fuck her.

The lift pinged; the doors slid open on floor two.

"Well, good night," Helaina said, stepping out and away as the doors slid shut.

'One to go,' Ruth thought to herself, her stomach churning with excitement. She hoped the lift would hurry; she couldn't wait to have Reg's cock deep inside her, away from the eyes of their colleagues, away from the people who didn't know their secret.

The lift pinged open again, and Tom bid his farewells and turned down the hall towards his room.

Ruth's heart pounded as the lift door seemed to take an age to close. Her breath hitched in her chest as she felt Reg's hand brush against hers. As soon as the doors slid shut, she was in Reg's arms, her lips crashing down on his. Ruth's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing and smearing the cum under her dress into her flesh. Her tongue met his, and they explored each other's mouths hungrily in the secluded protection of the lift.

Ruth moaned into his mouth as Reg's hand squeezed her ass and pulled her closer. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, the pleasant bulge pressing against her.

Her body ached with lust; her hands roamed over his chest, his back, and his ass, anywhere she could reach. Ruth's mouth was everywhere, his neck, his ear, his cheek, her lips brushing against his as she breathed, "I need you to stick me with that cock of yours," she said between panting and raining kisses over his face.

"I almost can't believe Ruth Bath is my own office fuck toy; the office is going to be so much more fun." Reg groaned.

Ruth kissed along his jaw and up his cheek as she spoke, "Believe it, baby, all those boring, stuffy co-workers have no fucking idea that you're sticking it to my mouth and pussy whenever, wherever we can."

Reg moaned, his cock throbbing against her, "I love it; it turns me on when you talk like that."

Ruth grinned, her hand moving to his groin, "Does it? Does knowing I'm a slut for your dick turn you on, that we want to fuck behind all their backs all the time?" Ruth whispered as her hand rubbed his cock through his trousers. "You like knowing I want you, that I'm here because your cock feels so damn good?" Ruth's voice was husky; she moved her head back, her eyes locked onto his, wanting to see the effect her words had on him. She loved that she could excite him, that their sneaking around excited him.

Reg groaned, his cock swelling under her touch. "Yes, fucking yes."

Rubbing his cock harder as she spoke, "Reg, I've always been such a mess at work since the first time I met you."

"Really?" Reg asked.

"I can never concentrate; I'm always thinking about your DICK, about how good it would feel in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy. You have no idea how fucking happy I am going to be to be your office fuck toy. I have always loved the thought of sneaking around the office or some hotel room for you to fuck my brains out, and no one has a clue that my husband is home all alone as his wife fucks the perfect dick." Ruth's words came out in a rush, her breath hot and hurried.

She could feel his cock throbbing against her as she pinned him against the lift wall, her hands exploring his body through his clothes. Ruth's voice was like velvet, low and sultry, dripping with lust and desire. She could see the excitement in Reg's eyes, the way his breath hitched as she spoke about sneaking around, the way his cock grew even harder. 

"I can't believe my husband is home, all alone, and I'm about to get stuck by a real man." Ruth's words lingered between gentle nibbles on his ear.

Reg's hands became eager, tracing the curves of her body, her hips, her ass, and her back. 

"Ruth, you're driving me crazy," Reg said.

"Your wife is too dumb to ever figure out that we're fucking," Ruth murmured against his neck, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin, her hands working at his belt. "And my husband, well, he's too easy to fool."

Reg's breath hitched as Ruth's fingers finally gripped his cock over his trousers. "You're so big," she whispered, marvelling at the size. "I still can't believe how amazing it is; it's just as I have pictured and fantasised for ages."

The doors pinged and then slid open. Ruth kept her tongue in his mouth as she clenched and unclenched her grip on his cock.

Ruth broke the kiss, her breath coming out in hot, wanting gasps. "Reg, are you going to take me to your room and fuck my brains out?" Ruth asked, her voice a low purr, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

Reg chuckled, taking Ruth's hand and leading her out of the lift.