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  Work Wife

  Archer

  Contents

  1. Cassie

  2. Clint

  3. Cassie

  4. Clint

  5. Clint

  6. Clint

  7. Clint

  8. Cassie

  9. Cassie

  10. Cassie

  11. Clint

  12. Clint

  13. Clint

  14. Cassie

  15. Cassie

  16. Clint

  17. Clint

  18. Cassie

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  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, April 2020

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  1

  Cassie

  I sighed and leaned back in my chair. Gave a long stretch that had my blouse pulling out of my skirt.

  I reached down to push it back in. I didn’t think it was the end of the world that I was showing a little skin at the office, but it didn’t exactly feel professional.

  “Why would you ever cover up something like that?” a voice asked from the entrance to my cube.

  I jumped and nearly fell out of my chair. It rolled back and hit the back wall of my cube. I looked up to see Peter leaning against my cubicle wall, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand despite the late hour, looking me up and down with a smile.

  I tried to bring myself under control, but it was difficult under that gaze. There were guys who came by my cubicle and it was clear they were just trying to get a look at me.

  Most of the time it had me shaking my head and laughing with my husband when I got home from work that night telling him all about the guys creeping on me at the office, but there was something different about Peter.

  I’d heard of people having work crushes. I’d even heard people talking about work husbands and work wives. Which wasn’t something I’d ever been interested in. That seemed awful close to cheating, and I wasn’t that kind of girl.

  Only whenever I looked at Peter I found myself wondering if maybe I could be that kind of girl. There was something about him. That mop of messy hair that was done just so every day that let me know he spent plenty of time working on it in the morning. The way he filled out his button up shirts with those broad shoulders and a slim frame that hinted at the muscles underneath.

  Hell, he was always talking about spending time at the gym. There was a nice facility in the building, but I’d only been a couple of times. And the looks I’d gotten had made me self-conscious enough that I hadn’t gone back.

  Peter didn’t even talk about it like he was bragging, though. No, it was easy going. With some guys they’d mention they were at the gym that morning because they wanted to impress me. With Peter it was just a hobby he loved, and he wanted to share that love with other people.

  “What are you doing drinking coffee this late in the day?” I asked.

  I also pushed my blouse back down into my skirt. It was a tight black number that looked really good on me. It also went down to my knees, I had to be dress code appropriate since there were a lot of haggard old bitches well past their prime who got jealous of anyone who actually took care of themselves dressing appropriately, but I thought it looked good on me.

  And I found myself feeling a little thrill as I watched Peter looking at me in that dress. Yeah, he was looking at me in a way that made it pretty clear he thought I was looking pretty good in that dress too.

  It’s not like I dressed nice for him. Far from it. There was only one man I ever dressed nice for, and that was my husband.

  And yet…

  There was something about Peter looking at me that sent a thrill through me. It had me squeezing my legs to get a little friction going down there, and as I squeezed my legs shut I was imagining Peter down there with his cock pumping in and out of me.

  Not my husband.

  Now that was an interesting new wrinkle. I always thought of my husband when I was getting off. Usually because he was the one I was getting off with, but still. Having another man suddenly invading my imagination as I thought about having a little bit of naughty fun was different.

  “Well I should probably get back to work,” Peter said, raising his steaming mug of coffee at me. “Those figures aren’t going to add themselves or anything.”

  “Right,” I said, trying to push down on the blush coming to my face. I had the feeling he knew exactly what I was thinking, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like that my body was betraying me. That my nipples were pressing out. That I was so wet down between my legs.

  I didn’t like that I was thinking about another man fucking me, even as there was another part of me that was very intrigued by the idea!

  “Let me know if you ever need any more help with that blouse,” he said. “Or if you’re ever in the mood to do more of a show.”

  He hit me with a wink, and then he was gone.

  I stared at the spot he’d just vacated in disbelief. I couldn’t believe he’d talk to me like that. It was the very definition of something that was very inappropriate for the workplace.

  And yet… I found myself shivering as I thought about what he’d just said. It was so wrong, but it was also hot. Sure he’d made little comments here and there before, but he always left a little bit of deniability.

  Not to mention there’d always been a sort of jokey flirtation between us, so it’s not like I’d turn him into HR for making a comment like that anyway. And now I was starting to wonder how much of that was because we were work friends, and how much of it was because I was turned on by some of those things he said.

  I sighed and shook my head. And rearranged my blouse again.

  Though I was thinking about how much fun it would be to do a rearrangement that would really get Peter’s attention. Maybe undo a couple of buttons at the top. Let my tits spell out just enough to give him an eyeful, but not enough that I couldn’t laugh it off and act like I hadn’t meant to get caught in a compromising position like that.

  Yeah, for some reason that sent another little jolt of pleasure coursing through me. I shivered and forced those thoughts out of my mind.

  I was a married woman, after all. I shouldn’t be thinking things like that about another man. I should be thinking about getting everything done here so I could go home to my husband.

  I had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a good time when I got home with him tonight. I was ready to pour all of this sexual energy into my husband.

  Only as I worked on my spreadsheets I kept thinking about Peter. Think about how hot it would be to have a little bit of fun with him. And I couldn’t push those thoughts out of my mind, even as I wondered why the hell I was thinking things like that about him now all of a sudden.

  2

  Clint

  “So how was work today?” I asked.

  Cassie jumped for some reason. Which immediately had me wondering what was going on.

  I frowned, my eyes narrowing. I put down my slice of pizza.

  “Did something happen today?” I asked. “You still have a job, right?”

  Cassie looked back down to her breadstick. She dipped it in cheese and brought it to her mouth. Which could mean she was hungry, or it could be if she was busy chewing she wouldn’t have to answer my question.

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sp; Finally she finished. Swallowed. She looked at me with a look of such practiced innocence that I knew there had to be something going on here. I didn’t know what that something was, but it had me intrigued. Curious, even.

  “So do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” I asked.

  “What would ever give you the idea something was wrong?” Cassie asked.

  She was so practiced in her innocence that I knew there had to be something up here. I stared at her, arched an eyebrow, and finally she sighed.

  “You know Peter from work?” she asked.

  I thought of the guy. He was one of those young corporate bro types. The kind who’d taken a soul sucking job but still liked to pretend going out and drinking when he got off work was a personality trait.

  “I remember him,” I said.

  “He stopped by my cube tonight,” she said.

  My eyebrows rose even more. Just enough to let her know I was interested in where this story was going.

  I’d seen the way she looked at that guy, even if she didn’t quite realize the way she was looking at him. She’d always seemed interested. Like we’re talking way more interested than a married woman should’ve been in some random from work.

  The way they flirted at office events where spouses were invited was obvious. Like he was her work husband or something.

  I’d never given voice to that thought. That’d always seemed like a good way to start an argument. Still, the thought had always lurked in the back of my mind.

  “Did he now?” I asked, trying very hard to keep my voice neutral.

  The last thing I wanted was to give away my feelings. The last thing I wanted was for my wife to suspect that the sight of her flirting with him at those office parties when she didn’t even realize what she was doing turned me on.

  Sure Cassie always said we got pretty hot and heavy when we got back from one of those events, but to hear her tell it she’d always thought it was because I got turned on looking at the other hot young things in her office.

  Which ignored the fact that Cassie was the hottest girl at their office. From the way all the men, and some of the women, looked at her they all knew it.

  It’d been a surprise when I’d first realized just how much of a turn on it was watching her flirting with the guy. I still wasn’t sure exactly what it was about watching her flirting with another man that that got me so turned on.

  Maybe it was the taboo of knowing she was a married woman and she was flirting with another man. Maybe there was something else to it. I’d since discovered plenty of porn on the subject, for all that most of it seemed to be lame stuff where a girl who was obviously a hired actress sat next to a guy who was obviously a hired actor willingly giving his “girl” up to another dude who was clearly a hired porn actor, and then they went into the same old boring porn shots that’d been used since time immemorial.

  No, there was nothing like the thrill of watching my wife flirting with another man. I loved it, and it made me dizzy thinking something might’ve happened tonight.

  My mind was going into overdrive even as my cock got so hard that it was almost painful thinking about what she might’ve done. She hadn’t admitted to anything yet, after all.

  “It was right before I headed out,” she said.

  “So he was working late?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said, then she went quiet again.

  I decided to wait her out. I figured she’d tell me what happened in her own time. Besides, I didn’t want to seem too eager to hear her story. Maybe I got turned on at the thought of my wife getting naughty with a guy from her work, but I didn’t want to tell her I got turned on. There was something terrifying about the thought of admitting that fantasy to my wife.

  There was the terror she might react poorly. That she might get pissed off at me for wanting to throw her at other men. That it might spell the end of our marriage because she thought I was some kind of irredeemable pervert or something.

  But there was something else to it as well. There was the terror that she might be into the idea. It was a thought that was equally terrifying.

  What if she decided she wanted to give this fantasy a shot? What if it turned out the reality of watching her with another man wasn’t anywhere close to the fantasy that’d been running through my mind all this time?

  That more than anything kept my mouth shut.

  “I mean we’ve always chatted back and forth,” she said. “And I guess if I’m being perfectly honest we’ve always been kind of flirty with each other.”

  That was enough to get my cock twitching. She was admitting to it. I couldn’t believe she was giving voice to something I’d noticed, but never in a million years thought she’d admit to.

  Cassie looked up at me like she was searching for something. Maybe she was worried I was going to be angry. I grunted.

  “I don’t know if I’d say it rises to the level of flirting,” I lied.

  Of course it rose to the level of flirting. I knew it. She knew it.

  This was a delicate game we were playing, though. I didn’t want to give anything away. Not yet.

  “Whatever,” she said. “The point is we chat a lot at work. I consider him to be a good friend…”

  She trailed off. Like there was something more that she wanted to say. I wondered if she was on the verge of admitting she had the hots for the guy. It was pretty obvious.

  “So what happened tonight that has you having all these introspective thoughts?” I asked.

  She sighed. “I was stretching at my desk.”

  “Really?” I said. “Scandalous!”

  She reached across the table and smacked me.

  “It’s not like that,” she said.

  “So what is it like?” I asked, my curiosity genuinely piqued.

  “Well I was stretching, and the bottom of my blouse came out of my skirt,” she said.

  I thought about the outfit she’d worn that day. It walked the line between being work appropriate while also showing off the goods. Basically it was the kind of outfit that had every old pervert in her office staring at the hot young thing and wishing they were young enough that they could get with her.

  It was a damn shame she’d changed into a more comfortable tank top and shorts when she got home. I say almost a damn shame, because that tank top and shorts left nothing to the imagination. She also wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see the outline of her nipples poking out as she told the story. She was getting turned on as she told this story!

  “It’s not like I was showing off that much skin or anything,” she said, sounding as though she was genuinely trying to make an excuse for whatever had happened. “Only he was there, and he was staring. And he maybe made some comments that aren’t exactly appropriate for the workplace.”

  And there we had it. The guy had gotten a look at a little bit of skin on my wife, and it’d finally pushed things over the edge. Maybe he figured he wouldn’t get in trouble. Maybe it was the quiet flirtation they’d shared and he figured he could take some liberties.

  Whatever it was, he’d said something, and it obviously bothered my wife to the point she was looking guilty as she told me about what’d happened.

  Only...

  As I stared at her I wondered if it was really something that had upset her, or if maybe it was something that was turning her on and she was conflicted about it. There were those hard nipples. There was the way her mouth hung open and she was breathing heavily. Basically everything about her said she was getting turned on reliving this experience, and it had me seriously wondering what was going on here.

  Was it possible my wife was getting turned on relating this story to me? And if she was getting turned on then why was I getting so turned on right along with her?

  3

  Cassie

  I blushed and turned away from Clint as I thought about everything that’d happened at work. I didn’t want to admit how much I’d liked it, and yet as he was staring at me giving me the whole inquis
ition thing I couldn’t help but think about how hot it’d been.

  I think that, more than anything, is why I got so pissed off at my husband. He was sitting there looking at me like he was accusing me of doing something, and I didn’t like that he was accusing me of doing something.

  I think the fact that I’d been thinking how hot it would be if I had done something was going a long way towards why I was so pissed off. It was the guilt doing the talking.

  “I don’t know why you’re so interested in what happened at my work tonight anyway,” I said, turning away from him. “You’re acting like I was throwing myself at him or something.”

  I thought that would be enough to get him to shut the fuck up. After all, it’s not like he’d been the kind to press an argument when I made it clear I was upset.

  Only to my surprise Clint appeared right in front of me. He was staring down at me with a pretty fucking intense look. The kind of look that said I’d just pulled something he didn’t care for.

  Only there was something else about the way he stared at me that caught my attention. More specifically there was something tenting out of his pants that caught my attention. I licked my lips as I stared at his cock where it was clearly making itself known.

  “I didn’t say anything about you throwing yourself at him,” Clint said, his voice quiet as he stared down at me. There was something intense about the way he stared down at me, and it didn’t feel like the kind of intense stare a guy gives his wife when he thinks she’s been cheating on him.