My name is Henry, I am 60 years old and been married to the same woman for forty years. Never once in all those years have I ever cheated on Eileen although the temptation has been there many times. I am an attorney and several clients have offered themselves when they have no money. In the past five years, Eileen has lost interest in sex while it seems I am just the opposite; I seem to want it more.
I was sitting at my desk working on a brief when my secretary buzzed me. “Mr. Fischer, Mrs. Haverty would like to speak to an attorney but she has no appointment. Could you see her?”
“Give me five minutes Glenda and then show her in please,” I answered back. “Did she say what her legal matter concerned?”
“Okay, five minutes. I want to finish this brief.”
I quickly finished and was saving it to my computer when there was a light knock on the door before Glenda opened it and showed a striking brunette, about 5’7”, around 50 years of age entered the room. As she took a seat in the chair in front of my desk I got a good sniff of her heady, intoxicating floral perfume.
“Thank you, Glenda. I will let you know if I need anything. Give me thirty minutes,” I said before turning to the woman in front of me. As I looked at her, I noticed that she had slipped off her coat and laid it across her lap with her purse on top of it. The cream-colored blouse she wore under her coat was unbuttoned several buttons, showing a fair amount of cleavage, which was straining against her blouse. I forced my eyes upward only to see a slight smile cross her face. I cleared my throat and asked, “What can I do for you today Mrs. Haverty?”
“Ah…I want to divorce my philandering husband and get what is owed to me,” she stated. “My sister-in-law, Michele Haverty recommended you. She said you got her a great divorce settlement.”
I thought a minute, trying to pull her sister-in-law's case to mind, and then I remembered, he was also a philanderer. “Are they brothers?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Yes,” she said. “Can you represent me? I…I…am short on money so I was…wondering…you know…would take it out in…trade?” she asked standing up after putting her purse and coat on the floor beside the chair. Facing me, she started to unbutton her blouse.
I quickly came to my senses and said sternly, “I do not barter services for sex,”
“But I need your services,” she begged. “Michele said you exchanged services for sex so what made her special?”
“I am sorry but she gave you misinformation. That did not happen,” I explained.
“Well, there is always a first time for everything,” she said finishing unbuttoning her blouse, slipping it off, letting it fall to the chair behind her.
For a moment all I could do was stare; her breasts seemed to be almost spilling out of her tiny lacy bra. Gathering my thoughts, I quickly said, “Please put your blouse back on. I am sorry but you will have to find another attorney,”
Instead of putting her blouse back on, she came around the edge of my desk, reached out, and leaned down to kiss me. I tried to scoot my chair out of the way, which was the wrong move because it gave her room to sit on my lap.
“Mrs. Haverty, this is very inappropriate. Please get up,” I said trying to be polite.
As she wiggled around on my lap, I could feel my cock getting hard and knew she could feel it by the smile on her face. Before I could react, she was off my lap and between my legs on her knees, reaching for the zipper on my trousers. I pushed back and stood to my feet, my cock making a bit of a tent in my trousers. I took several deep breaths, trying to get my mind on anything but wanting to lock my door and throwing her on my desk.
Standing up she pressed against me, rubbing her body seductively on mine. “Come on, you know that you want to,” she purred softly, putting her hands on my shirt, trying to unbutton it.
“Mrs. Haverty, the answer is no, so please leave before I call security,”
“The name is Amelia,” her hand slipping between our bodies, finding the zipper, and tugging it down.
As I went to step back, Amelia grabbed my tie, holding me in place as she reached inside my opened zipper, squeezing my cock. “You want it…admit it,”
I opened my mouth to deny it but by this time she was working my cock like someone would do an udder on a cow; squeezing, releasing, squeezing it again. It felt so good all I could do was let her continue.
“Let me tell Glenda that I am taking you on as a client Amelia,” as I moved back, her hand falling out of my trousers. I zipped myself up and called my secretary on the intercom. “Glenda, I am taking Mrs. Haverty on as a client. She and I will be discussing her divorce. Please hold all my calls,”
“Yes sir,” she answered back. “It is almost lunch. Do you want me to take a late lunch?”
“No, go ahead. I can handle it,”
I walked over and quietly clicked the lock on the door. When I turned around, Amelia had moved things around on my desk and was lying in the middle of it, already naked. I knew I only had about an hour before Glenda would return from lunch and expect the preliminary divorce papers on her desk to put in the computer. Coming back around the desk, I saw her holding something up in the air.
“Cover it because I don’t want no surprises,” Amelia said handing me a condom.
I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and pushed them along with my underwear down to the floor. After sheathing myself, I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. Before I pushed my way inside, I brought my mouth to her pussy, anxious to taste her. I loved tasting pussy but that is something my wife did not like. At the thought of my wife I almost stopped but then decided that if I was getting it at home, I would not need to go to other places. After all, it was a one-time thing.
I ran my tongue up and down her slit, savoring the taste. I had almost forgotten just how good a pussy tasted and knew that now I was ready to cheat on my wife, there would be more discreet times with other women. I wanted more of that sweet taste of pussy and though she didn’t want sex, I did, so why deny myself. I continued to lick and nip at her lips, my tongue darting in and out. I found her clit, my lips tugging on it gently before I went back to licking, alternating between the two until she was wiggling all over my desk, making soft mewing sounds, her juices starting to pour out of her. Suddenly her body went tense, her legs locked around my head squeezing me as her orgasm swept her over the edge. I could not move my head but did manage to move my tongue some to lap up her juices.
When she relaxed her grip on my head, I stood up and positioned my cock at her entrance. Spreading her, I slipped inside. I slowly pulled back and then pushed in, each time a bit deeper and harder as her heels dug into my back. Gripping her ass, I held her up as I began to pound her, our breathing and grunts filling the room. I didn’t want to come too fast so I forced myself to slow down using long, deep, slow thrusts. I could feel my balls tightening and knew the end was near. Her muscles worked on my cock as her hand had been early.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Take me, make me cum again,”
I speeded up once more and soon I could feel her juices coating my sheathed cock, dripping onto the floor and edge of the desk. I watched her clamp her hand over her mouth, muffling her scream as her body twitched and thrashed on my desk, her muscles clamping onto my cock tight as she toppled over the edge into orgasmic bliss. As she started to relax her inner muscles I thrust in hard and deep two more times before I erupted. It had been so long it seemed like forever before I finished.
Once it was over, I leaned forward and kissed her, and then stepped back, peeling off the condom and grabbing several tissues from the box on the desk to wrap it up in. I did not want anyone to find it and start to question me. Amelia slowly sat up and worked her way off the desk. She went around gathering her clothes, putting her bra in her purse before dressing. Amelia took her thong and rubbed it on her pussy and held it out to me.
“Here,” she started to say, “Is a remembrance of today and the first time you bartered your services for sex,”
When I would not take them, Amelia dropped them in the middle of the desk. “And by the way, I am not married. Michele’s husband was my brother and I do not blame her for getting a divorce. She bragged how hot you were so I just had to see for myself.”
I quickly pulled up my underwear and trousers as she unlocked the door and walked out, leaving me a bit confused as to what had just happened. I set about rearranging my desk, trying to figure out what to tell Glenda when she returned and there were no papers to take care of. Right now I didn’t care; all I cared about was reliving what had just happened as I stroked my still semi-hard cock with her panties wrapped around it.