Sarah was feeling frustrated, nothing exciting had been happening in her marriage for some time; routine job, steady pay, regular bills and nothing but silence from her husband lately. She was sitting in her office watching the clock tick. She had just finished a quick sandwich at her desk and was too annoyed with life to clear away the crumbs. The wrapper slipped off her desk, fluttered down and left a greasy streak of mayo all down one leg. Fuck, she thought, that’s all I need, more dry cleaning. She picked up the wrapper and added it to the bin in the corner.

On the way to the ladies' room to freshen up, Sarah caught a glimpse of herself in the reflective window as she passed. No wonder your life is stale, girl, she thought. How ordinary are you? Trousers (with mayo), buttoned-up blouse to hide the softer curves and a sports bra because it was practical (but, let’s face it, hardly enticing). Pull yourself together, girl, sex yourself up and spark something. She entered the ladies' with an almost forgotten sway in her hips. She stood by the sink wondering what to adjust when she remembered why she was so restless. That routine had drained the thrill from her days.

The routine. He was always buried in work. Sarah was naturally adventurous though and she said to herself if I act like I’m on the hunt, I’ll feel the thrill. If I flirt at the office someone will notice. If I push boundaries someone will bite. She smiled to herself and thought, what shall I tweak? She preferred to do this kind of plotting half-exposed and work from the skin outwards. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her bra in one motion and her full breasts seemed to lift on the removal of their support. She took her trousers off, leg by leg and tossed them over the stall door into a heap. She blushed to herself when she remembered the panties she had on. They fitted like a second skin, fully covering both cheeks and were wide and modest at the front but what a shade. Was it washed-out beige or stained cream and how did the gusset get that tint? Off they came. Now she was bare from the waist down.

She looked herself up and down. Not as toned as she used to be but the men would think voluptuous in all the right spots. 38 inches up top and 38 inches round the hips. She thought her mound could do with a trim but not today. Hold-ups and garters are bound to catch an eye so she started with those. Sheer black hold-ups so as not to be too blatant and her black garters with the red accents because she had always favored those ones. Black garters means black undies, but not today. As she rummaged in her bag she had put her hand on her black lace thong. Her tempting thong. The thong that once got her ravished thoroughly on the hood of a Mercedes. On they went.

She looked at her bras in her mind. Enhancing, thought Sarah. She picked out the push-up bra that closely matched her garters. Underwired for depth, plunging for maximum glances. She slipped on her chosen bra, being careful to get everything in the right place. Sarah looked in the mirror and thought she looked a lot sexier than 5 minutes ago. Next, pencil skirt, grey of course. It was snugger than the last time she had it on and seemed to be shorter too. Another gaze winner here, Sarah was sure.

To cover her bra Sarah chose a white silk blouse that she knotted at the navel and fastened only as far as her décolletage. Two swells of temptation pressed themselves forward to draw the eye of any male who happened to be nearby. None at the moment. With only her heels and blazer to go Sarah knew what was coming next. It had to be her stiletto pumps. Out they came from her locker and she slipped her shapely legs in and buckled the straps. I’m a seductress thought Sarah so on went her fitted blazer. She was proud of her blazer, a proper executive piece not a casual knockoff. An old office flame had suggested she wear it and she was glad she had kept it.

On with her lipstick and a quick spritz of perfume and she was ready to prowl. She took a small purse with the necessities but left her mundane wallet behind. Sarah had no intention of holding back today.

When Sarah walked back into the open-plan office nobody she knew ignored her. She sauntered to her desk slowly and she could feel herself being eyed. She kinda loved it. The intern asked if she needed coffee and she replied, nothing, as she was waiting for someone. (Someone to pursue that is.)

She sat at her station and surveyed the floor. A middle-aged man was at his cubicle on his own glancing her way. Are you Sarah? he messaged. Can I join you for lunch? Sarah replied, yes, in the conference room and thought, god that was swift and how bold was he? He arrived with a smile for them both. Sarah asked if he recalled her advances but he said yes but the timing was off before. Go on, said Sarah and he explained he had resisted twice due to his marriage but now felt drawn.

Sarah didn’t say anything. The man said his name was Mark and that Sarah was everything he had fantasized about and more. He then quieted and the look on his face left Sarah with no doubt that she should be leading. Did you know I’ve tried this twice before? Oh yes, he said. I’m taking you to the storage room and we are going to fuck like rabbits in heat. Sarah knew this was her third attempt paying off. The guy was decent enough and he liked going down. Boy could she use that. She paused silently for almost too long. Could she lead him astray? Had she become that bold? Well frankly yes. She would do it. Ok then Mark lets go to the storage room. Mark grinned and followed her lead. They got to the storage room and locked the door behind. Mark took a water from the fridge and offered Sarah one. She had checked her necessities in the ladies' and had also confirmed she had protection in her purse. She did.

Mark was by the shelves undoing his tie. Sarah said let me do that. Mark let her. She took off his tie and then knelt to unlace his shoes. Mark could see down her blouse quite clearly and leaned in to trace a finger along her black thong through the skirt. The shoes dropped aside and she peeled down his socks. His hands caressed the skin between thong and hold-ups under her hiked skirt. He seems eager thought Sarah. She moved to his pants and she knew he was. The tent was obvious.

Off came his belt and down came his trousers. He was average-sized, she could tell, even through his boxers. As she tugged the boxers off and he bobbed up like an eager post. Shall we start with your tongue? she asked. Yes please, was the reply. Sarah still kneeling pushed one hand on his chest and made him sit back. She hiked her skirt and straddled his face, guiding his mouth to her swollen folds. Her hands clutched his hair and she used all her command to grind against his eager licks. His tongue delved deep, lapping at her clit with fervor. He pulled her closer and it thrilled but this seemed to ignite Sarah. Lick that you hungry stud, said Mark as he thrust his tongue inside her. Sarah moaned as he went deeper than expected and his mouth engulfed her fully.

That's good lover, that’s so good, said Mark. Sarah felt waves building too. Mark climaxed moments later when Sarah ground harder in response to his sucking. There was plenty and some hit the floor but more coated his chin. You are some eater said Sarah. And ready for more, said Mark. I hope so replied Sarah.

Just then they paused. Mark looked at Sarah. Sarah looked at Mark. They stripped fully now. Sarah thought hard and said let's make this count. Mark nodded. Sarah, still in charge was introduced to his full body, ordinary but fit. She bent over the table and her tempting thong was yanked aside. Mark knelt behind her and she knew what was coming. She could feel his breath moments before he licked her again. His skilled tongue slid straight into her wetness not pausing for anything.

Mark’s firm hands held her hips and he devoured her pussy. Sarah was savoring every lick, her body tingling as his tongue circled her clit, sending sparks up her spine. She felt desired, her arousal building like a slow fire. Mark stood and his hard cock pressed against her. Sarah guided him in, feeling the stretch as he filled her, a delicious fullness that made her gasp. He thrust steadily, each movement rubbing her inner walls, heightening her pleasure until she clenched around him in ecstasy. Mark and Sarah, both bare were entangled, impressed with each other. Sarah reached back and pulled him deeper. Mark started to knead Sarah’s breasts. They fumbled with the lace of her bra holding them firm. Her nipples hardened under the friction and because they were sensitive she knew he sensed her delight. Mark’s hand reached for Sarah’s bra clasp and with a swift flick the hooks released.

Mark was now gazing at Sarah’s back, all silky and flushed. Her pencil skirt was bunched at her waist and he grinned as he felt his cock slide in and out of Sarah’s pussy. He adored her pumps. Heels of which scraped his thighs in rhythm with his pushes. Her black garters and hold-up tops perfectly outlined her rear. The black wisp of the thong only heightened the joy. He extended an arm around and touched her clitoris. Sarah’s pleasure nub was erect and responsive. Her labia were puffy and the slickness of her core was abundant. Her essence covered Mark’s fingers. He brought his hand behind and placed his index on her tight entrance. Her rear tightened as she sensed him. He noted but anticipated it. With the help of Sarah’s own moisture Mark pressed his finger in, up to his knuckle. Sarah’s response was to grip him tighter inside and push back hard. It was overwhelming for Sarah. She orgasmed with a powerful surge, her body shuddering as waves crashed through her, leaving her breathless and fulfilled. This set off Mark who withdrew and thick streams of his release painted her back and cheeks. Both were amazed. Sarah was ecstatic.

After a few breaths, nothing spoken but Mark removed Sarah’s bra from her shoulders and slipped off her skirt. He then reclined on the floor mat with his knees bent and feet planted. Sarah rose. She gazed at Mark lying there with his erection aiming high. They watched as Sarah discarded her black thong and flung it away. She was still boldly in her pumps, hold-ups and garters. Her pussy was open and damp; her rear was glossy but unsatisfied. With one step Sarah mounted over him. She turned to face him giving a perfect view of her form. Sarah lowered herself gradually to Mark’s cock and with her left hand directed him to her eager slit.

Softly, she sank down. The warmth of her embrace fully took him. Mark felt like a velvet vise had seized him firmly. He bucked up but Sarah’s control pinned him. Sarah leaned forward until her lips met Mark’s. Her breasts dangled temptingly and she began to ride him slowly, feeling every inch as he filled her again, the friction building her arousal anew. Sarah had been with her husband for years so the novelty of this affair was exhilarating. Her heels dug into the mat. Mark’s view was of pumps, hold-ups, thighs and a welcoming pussy. All of which enveloped his cock buried deep into Sarah’s warmth.

She clearly had Mark’s focus. He was utterly absorbed in Sarah’s rhythm. He had finished once but this was irresistible. He rose up between her legs and lapped at her clit while she rode. Sarah quivered to aid his tongue find the perfect angle, all the while, undulating from her own motions. Mark couldn’t hold back. His eager mouth sucked her nub. She was heated, slick and welcoming. The feeling was peak for Sarah. Mark’s tongue had stirred her sensitivities and his cock was hitting spots she craved. The ecstasy was immense. Incredibly, she began to climax. Not a quick release but a deeper more gratifying wave. Both her inner muscles and senses were pulsing. She sensed this climax could linger. Mark could taste every shift Sarah made. He didn’t understand but he felt his cock being caressed rhythmically too. This Sarah is an amazing fuck, he thought. He persisted with his lapping and Sarah kept climaxing. Mark sensed his peak approaching and murmured this to Sarah. Sarah groaned and kissed him. Sarah, in only half her outfit was being pleasured, in her core, by this married man. She was relishing every instant. The guy was adoring it too.

Just then the door clicked open. Mark’s wife, Lisa, stood there shocked. Sarah froze mid-motion, her body still tingling from the aftershocks, a mix of satisfaction and surprise washing over her. Lisa, whom Sarah knew from company events, closed the door quietly. I suspected, she said softly. Mark stammered but Lisa raised a hand. Not too annoyed, she explained, menopause has made me reluctant lately, no desire. But seeing this... perhaps we can share. Sarah dismounted slowly, feeling the emptiness but intrigued, her skin still flushed and sensitive. Lisa eyed them both, her own body stirring unexpectedly despite her recent dryness. The three talked briefly. Lisa admitted her lack of interest had left Mark needy. Sarah, leading as always, suggested a threesome. Lisa agreed, feeling a spark of curiosity, her reluctance fading as she imagined the possibilities. They arranged it for later that week, Lisa anticipating the warmth returning to her intimacy, Sarah excited for more leadership, and Mark thrilled at the prospect. Sarah left the room with a wink.