First lunch break together

Ruth and Reg left the office a few seconds apart to avoid observant eyes.

Ruth slowed and let him catch up once they were around the corner from their offices, out of sight of all those nosey colleagues.

Reg's hand reached around her waist; Ruth leaned into it as it felt so right, so good.

She could smell his cologne; it was intoxicating and made her want him more.

"So, what's the plan?" Reg said, his voice low and lustful. 

Ruth bit her lip and turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with desire. "Well, I'm going to let you pick out some underwear for me, anything you like," she teased, "and, if you're a good boy, you can see me try them on."

Reg's hand slipped across her lower back as they went into a department store. 

Reg was happy the store was quiet with customers and staff. "I hope no one sees."

"Relax, you're just a husband helping his wife underwear shop," Ruth told him, her hand taking his as she led him to the lingerie department.

Ruth let Reg pick up a few pieces; he was like a kid in a candy store, his fingers brushing over the soft materials, his eyes gleaming with excitement and lust. Ruth loved seeing him so into it.

Reg's eyes lit up as he held up a black lace thong. "This one. I want to see you in this."

Ruth smirked at him, "You're the boss." She teased, her voice laced with sexual innuendo.

Ruth took his choices into the changing rooms; they were alone, and the young shop girl didn't seem to care how many items Ruth took in, her phone distracting her.

Ruth closed the curtain behind her and tried on Reg's choices, knowing he was on the other side of the curtain, which turned her on immensely. She had never done this kind of thing before; the idea of him waiting for her to get changed into something so revealing, so naughty, had her soaked.

She stepped into the black lace thong first. It fit her like a second skin, the lace caressing her pussy lips and the thin string digging into her ass. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and bit her lip before putting on the matching bra and stepping back into her heels. She decided to tease him a little. She pulled the curtain back just enough for him to see her, her hand resting on her hip, her eyes locked onto his. "Well?" Ruth cooed, her voice husky with anticipation. "Do you like what you see?"

Reg's eyes widened, and he took a step closer to the curtain. "Fuck, yeah," he growled, "It's got me hard as fuck."

"And I didn't need to try on the others," Ruth asked. "I wanted to give you a show in a few options." Her voice was sultry, full of lust.

Reg groaned, and Ruth could see the outline of his cock through his pants, hard and ready. "Take them all; I can see you in all of them later if you send me some pics again, but right now."

Ruth glanced over and saw the girl was still on her phone, deep in concentration.

"Well, if I don't need to try any more on, I guess that gives us some free time," Ruth told him before taking a handful of his shirt and pulling him into the change room; she slid the curtain over behind them.

While wearing the underwear with the tags still on, Ruth dropped to her knees, her eyes locked onto his. She reached for his belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it before popping the button on his pants. "You know what?" she asked, her voice a low purr as she pulled his zipper down. "I think I do like this one."

"Fuck, Ruth," Reg groaned, his cock already painfully hard as it sprang free from his boxers. He leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving hers as she took him into both her hands, her fingers outstretched as she worked her palms up and down his length.

Ruth looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and mischief. "Ground rules!" Ruth told him.

Reg nodded.

"You can't cum on my face, and when you fuck me, I'm allowed to insult your wife, and I can also tell you how much better you fuck than my husband, deal?" Ruth's voice was teasing but firm as she worked her open hands faster along his shaft.

"Deal," he said.

Ruth took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, her hands gripping his ass and pulling him closer. She could taste his pre-cum and could feel the tension in his body as he fought to keep from thrusting into her throat.

She pulled back and looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. "You can fuck my face," she told him, her voice a low growl. "Shove that big cock down my throat till I gag on it."

Reg groaned, his hands gripping her hair as he guided her head back onto his cock.

Ruth moaned around him, taking him deep into her throat. She could feel the tip hit the back, her gag reflex kicking in. She relaxed her throat and let him slide further down. Reg's hips began to thrust, fucking her face. Ruth's eyes watered, her nose pressed against his stomach, but she didn't stop. She wanted this, needed this. She wanted to be used by him, to be his dirty little secret.

Ruth's hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper. She felt him hit the back of her throat again; this time she didn't gag.

Instead, she moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his cock. Reg grunted, his hips moving faster, fucking her face with more force.

Ruth broke free. "Fuck me, I need you in my pussy. All weekend I wanted you inside me," Ruth said as she stood up and turned to face the mirror, her thighs spread, showing off the black lace thong he picked.

Reg stepped up behind her, his cock throbbing with desire.

Ruth watched the reflection in the mirror as she pushed back against it, bracing herself for what was to come. Reg pulled the thong to the side, exposing her wet, glistening pussy. He slid his cock inside her, the heat and tightness making him groan with pleasure. Ruth gasped at the sudden intrusion, her eyes locked onto his in the mirror. "Fuck, you're so big," she breathed, her voice laced with pleasure.

Reg's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to push in and out of her.

"My looser hubby tried to slide his little dick in me all day yesterday; I didn't even let him see me naked." Her words poured out, laced with bitterness, as she recounted her husband's feeble attempts at sex. "You know how much I hate him and that limp little thing."

Reg chuckled, his hips slamming against her ass. "Good girl," he growled, "I love hearing you talk dirty for me."

He slammed into her harder, making her gasp and slam her palms against the mirror. "You like my big cock better?"

She moaned, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. "Your cock fills me up completely. I love milking your big shaft into my cunt, sending you home to your little wife with empty ball sacks, me taking all her man's cum." Ruth hissed, "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll be thinking about me all night; every time you look at her tonight, you'll just think I fucked Ruth today and my wife doesn't know."

Reg groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her hips, "And you can sneak this skimpy underwear home and send me pics before going to bed in the ugliest pyjamas you own, beside your weak husband." He thrust into her harder, making her gasp.

"You know who's not getting any tonight? My hubby, that's who," Ruth taunted, her voice a low, seductive growl. "While you're fucking me, he'll probably be jerking off to some lame shit,"

Reg grunted, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he pounded into her, his body moving faster, harder. "I love it when you talk like that."

"I bet he has a pathetic wank tonight, all alone, while I rub one out in the bath thinking about this fuck, over and over again," Ruth goaded, her voice a wicked purr. She could feel Reg's cock throbbing inside her, his hips slamming against her with force.

Ruth whimpered, the filthy talk sending shivers down her spine. She looked at him in the mirror, her eyes wild with lust. "I'm going to touch myself thinking about your big cock, about you sliding up inside your little wife, with my cunt juice all over your dick. She won't know you're hard because of the pictures I sent to you, that no matter what she does, she won't get your cum as I drained it all from you at lunchtime." Ruth continued her taunt, her voice dripping with malice.

She could feel his cock twitching inside her, the filthy talk sending him over the edge.

Reg's hips began to move faster, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate. "Fuck, Ruth," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're going to make me cum."

"That's it, baby," Ruth coaxed, her voice a low purr. "Fill me up with cum. My cum, not that stupid wife of yours," Ruth taunted, her voice a wicked growl. She looked over her shoulder at Reg, her eyes laced with challenge. "I want you to fill me up so full that you don't have any left for going home to your wife."

Reg let out a primal grunt, his hips moving faster, fucking her with wild abandon. His fingers dug into her hips, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks. Ruth gasped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through her body. She braced herself against the mirror, her palms flat on the cool glass, her breath coming in quick gasps.

Reg began to shake and immediately began to cum inside.

of her. The force of his thrusts against her backside pushed her against the mirror once again, but she didn't flinch. She arched her back, pushing her ass out further, allowing him deeper access.

"Fuck, Ruth, I'm cumming," Reg growled, his hands gripping her hips so tight that she knew she would have bruises later.

"Yes, fill my pussy with your hot cum," Ruth ordered, her voice a husky whisper. "Fill me up, baby."

Reg's cock twitched and pulsed inside her, spurt after spurt of hot cum filling her insides.

Ruth's pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop from his cock. She could feel his seed, the sensation both filthy and exhilarating knowing she was taking cum from a man that didn't belong to her, not in marriage anyway.