Part 8

Tuesday morning was just as exciting for Ruth; she had arrived at work much later, hoping to get in at the same time as Reg so they could have a few minutes alone in the darkness of the parking lot, maybe a little make-out session before the workday.

Ruth still got into work before Reg, though, giving him a cute little "morning" when he got in.

They had kept the ruse of the phone calls to communicate, and Ruth had invited him out to lunch.

After a masturbation session in the toilets and what seemed like forever, Ruth left the office for a lunch break with Reg close behind; by the time they got to the pub, they were side by side, Ruth fighting not to take his hand in hers.

As soon as they were seated and had ordered, Ruth leaned in close to Reg, her voice low and seductive, "You know, I've been thinking about this all morning, about your big beautiful cock," as she rubbed him over his suit trousers.

"I've been thinking about how hard it was when you fucked me in the changing room. How you filled me up with your cum."

Reg groaned, "Yeah, I was thinking about that too, how you would get on with it leaking out of you when you got home, back to loser hubby."

Ruth giggled, "He had no clue; he even thought the underwear you had me buy was for his benefit, yeah right."

She continued to rub his crotch, feeling the bulge of his cock growing under her touch. "He's so pathetic and clueless. I don't know how he ever got me pregnant, twice."

"You should have gotten knocked up by a real man; I would have given loads more than two if you were my wife," Reg sniggered, clearly getting off on it.

"I should have," Ruth agreed, biting her lip as she rubbed him harder. "I shouldn't have settled for that tiny little dick husband. I should have found someone like you, someone who can really fill me up. I would have let you put baby after baby in me."

Ruth confessed, her voice dripping with lust as she whispered into Reg’s ear. Her hand, now under the table, had found its way inside his trousers and was stroking his hardening cock.

"And did your little wifey suspect anything about her cute, big-dicked hubby?" Ruth asked in a baby pout teasing manner.

Reg chuckled, his cock twitching in her hand. "Nah, not a fucking clue. She has no idea I fucked the hottest piece of ass in the office." He leaned back in his seat, his eyes locked onto Ruth's. "Not even when I didn't have a full load for her last night?" Reg teased, his voice filled with spite.

Ruth's hand tightened around his cock, an evil grin spreading across her face before she bit her lower lip at his admission. "Awww, poor little wifey, did you wash before you fucked her? Or did she get a little taste of Ruth too?" Ruth teased, her voice a sultry whisper. She was enjoying this game far too much.

His eyes narrowed. "She did." He confirmed, his voice low, knowing how much this would turn Ruth on. "She got a good taste. No idea you had cum all over my dick. I stuck it to her once the kids were in bed."

Ruth's hand began to stroke him faster under the table, her breath coming in short gasps. "Mmmm, I didn't know you were so fucking kinky," she whispered.

Reg smirked, his voice a low growl. "I just think it's sexy you keep outdoing her."

"Do I have a better pussy than your wife?" Ruth asked.

"Fuck yeah," Reg groaned, his hips bucking slightly against her hand. "Better tits, way sexier body."

Ruth's eyes widened at his comparisons, a smile playing on her lips. "Good," she whispered. "I want you to think about me every time you fuck her."

Ruth tugged at her skirt; she slid down her panties. "These ones we bought yesterday, remember? But I have a little confession," Ruth told him as she pulled them from her ankles, her movement fluid and discreet, before she tossed the black lace material into his lap, catching on his hard cock.

"I came to work with them on, and I had to sneak off to play with myself before lunch, coming all over the inside them." Ruth bragged.

"Fuck, sexy little bitch," He said, giving their surroundings anther little scan.

His words spurred her on, "If you manage to cum inside them also before lunch arrives, I'll wear them the rest of the day," she teased.

While she was speaking, his hand slipped under the table and grasped her thigh, squeezing it firmly, his fingers inching up until he touched her soaked lips. "Challenge accepted, but it's all day and all night. You can't take them off at home; you need to sleep in them right beside your husband tonight."

Ruth grinned at him as she spread her legs apart a little bit more, giving him better access, feeling his fingertips brush against her wet folds under her skirt. A little moan escaped her lips, and she could feel her clit throbbing with need. Just the touch of his fingers had her aching for more.

"Mmmm, it really sounds like a win-win." She breathed out as he began to rub her clit in slow circles.

"Almost," he laughed.

"I'm going to make it a win-win," she told him as she wrapped her panties around him; she began to pump him with the material stretching over and around his cock, cocooning him and what she hoped would soon be her reward.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Reg moaned as he watched underneath the table, Ruth moving her hand faster until he could feel his orgasm building. Ruth's hand was moving faster under the table, trying to make him cum quickly so she could see the proof in her garment.

"Fuck yeah," he nodded, his breathing becoming ragged.

"Good, I want you to cum hard, Reg. I want you to fill my panties with your hot load," Ruth whispered, her voice a sultry purr as her hand increased its pace, her fingers expertly wrapping the panties around his cock, the lace edges rubbing against his sensitive skin.

"I hope I'll have enough time to slide them back on and feel your cum on me before lunch, feeling you squelch over me as I eat, the smell and feeling of your cum teasing me all afternoon."

Ruth's voice was low and sultry, her eyes locked onto Reg's as she pumped her hand faster, as her other hand played with her hair, her elbow on the table as if nothing was going on.

"Fuck, that's so fucking…" he groaned, his voice ragged with desire. 

Ruth's hand tightened around his cock, the lace of her panties rubbing against his sensitive skin, making him grunt with pleasure.

"Cum in them, and I'll wear it all day and all night if you do," she whispered, her eyes on his. "YOUR cum, in MY panties as I sleep next to that looser husband of mine, him having no fucking clue that your baby swimmers are wriggling inside my panties as we sleep in our marital bed. Me refusing any attempts he makes at intimacy."

He wanted to cum; he wanted to fill her panties with his load, marking his territory. He wanted her to wear his cum, to keep it close.

Ruth leaned in, taking it up a notch to see him over the line, "Your own wife is ignorant to the fact her husband's cum is inside another woman's panties, wearing his drenched cum and loving it."

Reg began to spurt inside her hand, his cock throbbing as he filled her panties with his load. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a low groan.

Ruth watched him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She could feel the heat of his cum through the lace and could see the outline of his cock as he pulsed inside her panties; she continued to tug on him, making sure to milk him into her underwear.

When he was finally spent, Ruth picked up her panties, now heavy with his cum, and wiped his dick clean with them. She reached down below the table and put them back on; she made a little excited noise as she pulled them into place with a little wiggle.

"Well, I guess we can just sit and enjoy the idea of me wearing these until our lunch arrives."