The Forbidden Office Party

I was standing by the window of the conference room where the office party was already in full swing, and I could feel my husband's gaze burning into my back. After that huge fight two weeks ago, we'd barely spoken, but tonight Akira was looking at me like he wanted to devour me right there. I'm Miyuki, his wife—Japanese, with a slender waist and long black hair that was pulled back in a tight bun tonight. In my form-fitting black dress with a slit that ran up to mid-thigh, I felt naked under his eyes.

"Miyuki..." he said quietly, coming up behind me. His palm settled on my waist, fingers pressing in slightly. "You look like you're trying to tease me tonight."

I turned, our eyes meeting. Soft jazz played in the room, coworkers laughed by the drinks table, but between us, that spark I'd been hiding for so long was already crackling.

"Maybe I am," I whispered, biting my lip. "You know what I've been dreaming about this whole time... But after our fight, I thought I'd never say it."

His breathing grew heavier. His fingers slid lower, brushing the slit of my dress.

"Say it now. Right here."

I glanced around—no one was looking our way. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone would hear it.

"I want you to fuck me... at this office party. While everyone's around. So it's forbidden. So I can barely hold myself together."

Akira exhaled through his teeth. His eyes darkened.

"You serious?"

"Yes. Right now. In the director's office around the corner. The door doesn't lock... That's what gets me off."

We barely walked—we ran. The office door clicked shut behind us. Akira pressed me against the desk immediately, his mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was greedy, wet, tongues tangling like we'd both been starving for two weeks.

"Fuck, Miyuki... you drive me insane," he breathed against my lips, even though he never usually cursed.

I hiked my dress up to my waist. Underneath, just a thin pair of black panties. His hand slid between my legs instantly, fingers finding my already-soaked slit.

"You're dripping..." he whispered, tracing a finger over my clit. "How long?"

"Since the moment I saw you in that suit..." I arched as two of his fingers pushed inside me. "Ahhh... deeper."

He fucked me with his fingers fast and rough, his other hand pulling the straps of my dress down. My small, firm tits popped out, nipples already hard. Akira bent down and took one in his mouth, sucking hard, grazing with his teeth. I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer.

"I want your cock... now," I gasped.

He undid his pants. His thick, veiny cock sprang free, the head already glistening with precum. I turned, braced my hands on the desk, and spread my legs. The dress was hiked up to my waist, my ass completely bare.

"Fuck me... hard," I begged, looking over my shoulder.

Akira didn't wait. One thrust, buried to the hilt. I bit my lip to keep from screaming—the sensation was so sharp, so deep. He started moving immediately, rough, his hips slapping against my ass. Every thrust made the desk creak.

"Quiet... they'll hear us," he whispered, but he was speeding up.

"Let them... ahh... let them hear you fucking me," I moaned. My tits bounced with the rhythm, nipples rubbing against the cold desk surface.

He grabbed my hair, tugging my head back slightly, forcing me to arch deeper. His cock went so deep I could feel the head pressing against the most sensitive spot inside me. My pussy clenched around him, soaking his shaft.

"Turn around," he commanded hoarsely.

I sat on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs wide. Akira entered me again, this time face to face. We stared into each other's eyes. His movements slowed, deepened, almost painfully sweet. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back.

"I've dreamed about this for so long... about you taking me like this... at work, where all our coworkers are," I whispered between moans. "It's so wrong... and so fucking hot."

"You're my dirty little Japanese wife," he growled, speeding up again. His fingers found my clit and started circling fast.

The orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I clawed at his shoulders, my body trembling, my pussy clamping down hard around his cock. I tried to stay quiet, but a long moan tore from my throat:

"Ahhhh... I'm coming... don't stop!"

He kept pounding me through my orgasm until he tensed up. I felt his cock start to pulse, hot jets of cum shooting deep inside me. He came for a long time, filling me to the brim. A few drops leaked out and ran down my ass.

We froze, breathing hard. His forehead pressed against mine.

"I love you," he said quietly. "Even after all our fights."

I smiled, still feeling his cock twitching inside me.

"I love you too. And... let's fight more often. So it ends like this."

He laughed softly and kissed the tip of my nose. We slowly pulled ourselves together. The dress settled back perfectly, only my panties stayed in his pocket—wet and smelling of both of us. When we walked back into the party, no one suspected a thing. Only my slightly shaky legs and his satisfied smile gave away that something very forbidden and very sweet had happened at this office party.