Habits

The office had been hectic, glad to be home to relax with a whisky and a smoke John approached his house. It was the thought of a cigarette that filled his mind as he slid the key into the lock.

The smells of home greeted him before his wife did, the mix of cleaning products and home cooking, “John, I'm in the kitchen, sorting out tomorrow's dinner.”

“OK honey, I'm just going to my study.”

“Don't be long, your dinner is in the oven.”

It was his study, locked so the children couldn't get in, spare key only for emergencies. The sound of solid lock sliding back signaled he was entering a world where kids and wives were forgotten.

He nearly jumped at the surprise as he entered, Isabella lying on the desk opposite the door. She wore nothing but black lace knickers, black high-heels and black satin gloves. He quickly closed and locked the door behind him.

The affair had been going on for over a year, it was a cliché to be sleeping with the cleaner but John often thought of himself as a walking cliché. Isabella was Italian, in her final year of a fine-arts degree. On her back, head turned towards him, knees in the air she looked more like artwork than a woman, the dark mahogany making her flawless skin seem to shine. Dark hair sprawled across the wooden surface.

It took him a few seconds to get over the shock, “What are you doing here? My wife is downstairs.”

“She is cooking, you know she pays no attention to anything while cooking. I thought I would surprise you.” She kicked her feet into the air playfully, “Do you not like your surprise?”

He dropped the briefcase on the floor and shrugged off his coat as he crossed the small study, “I love the surprise.”

She span round to face him sitting up at the same time. Her legs hung over the edge of the desk, her shoulders leaning against the bookcase. “Sometimes I wonder if you appreciate me enough.”

“I do, you're the most beautiful woman.”

“I think you need to make it up to me.” Her eyes shone, it was all part of her game. “First you need to remove these panties.” Hands reached out grazing the inside of her smooth soft thighs. “No hands!”

He lowered his mouth to her hip, teeth grazed skin as they tried to gain purchase on the lace. Hands gripped the edge of the desk as he pushed against her. His nose buried in the soft flesh of her side, teeth slipped beneath the edge and his bottom jaw closed to clamp around the thin material.

Carefully he pulled, the material threatening to escape the grip of his clenched teeth. They juddered slightly over her skin pealing back. Closing her legs she lifted them into the air, he dragged his teeth up the outside of her leg. With a few gentle tugs he got them over her high-heels and with a flick of his head tossed them aside.

Lips moved round her ankle. He slowly moved down the back of her leg, her muscles tense from anticipation. Muscles trembled beneath the gentle press of his kiss. Drawing her knees back she pushed her ass towards him. Slowly he made his way to between her legs.

His tongue probed her, pushing between hot fleshy lips. She purred with appreciation driving him deeper, her clenched legs making him have to force his way inside. Grabbing her ass with both hands he buried his face into her, smelling her sex, trying to push ever deeper.

Gripping the desk tightly she straightened her legs to the ceiling before parting allowing him to force deeper, his face pushing into wet flesh. A gloved hand released its purchase on the table allowing a satin coated finger to squirm against her flesh. Before his eyes her finger quickly stroked and massaged her hard nub.

Moans forced their way from her thoughts of people hearing them driven from her mind as she could feel the tongue swirling inside her.

Thrusting back and forth his tongue worked hard driving her towards orgasm. The books began to rattle in the case as her head knocked against the bookcase. She grabbed his head, gloved fingers pushing through his hair, grabbing a handful of locks she pulled him into her.

Her orgasm sent her head flying back into the bookcase hard enough to knock several books onto the desk, the bangs filling the small study. Withdrawing his tongue he stood up making her body shudder.

Her hand fumbled on the shelf, finding it difficult to move with any control. Finally she got two cigarettes into her mouth, she lit the first and passed it to him before lighting her own.

She blew out a long trail of smoke as a final jolt passed through her body, “Try not to think about me too much tonight.” She smiled her knowing grin. Since the affair had begun John's wife was getting better sex than ever, he just happened to be thinking about the cleaner at the time.

Word Count: 869
Written For: August 14th 2010 "The Weekly Quickie Contest" 
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