The last year and a half I’ve been working with an exceptional lady. Classy, charming, beautiful, personable — traits that are really unusual in my line of work (which I can’t specify because of its sensitive nature).

Chelsea’s one of the most wonderful women I’ve ever been around. I was distracted from the start by her lush blonde hair, sparkling eyes and incredibly taut body. At first, though, I tried to hide my attraction to her. I wanted to treat her with the respect due any capable coworker. The fact that we’re both married added to my resolve not to act on my urges.

Then a ridiculous work load had us spending more time with each other than our spouses. As we became closer friends, we learned that neither of us had the idyllic marriage the world thought. One night while we were out of town at a conference Chelsea stopped by my room to find out why I had behaved strangely at dinner and wound up staying up most of the night. We talked about our marriages, then held each other, sharing some tentative but tender and exciting kisses.

After that we had several discreet lunches, then surreptitiously spent a few days together. Finally we worked up the nerve to take a “business trip” of our own!

Sometimes our lovemaking is long and luxurious, lasting into the next morning; at other times it’s fast and frenzied — we can pack the same passion into a couple of hours in a car, at a park or even at the mall.

One Monday night of a punishingly long workday Chelsea buzzed me to say she needed a break and I should meet her in our director’s office. There we shut and locked the doors, and in a jiffy, free from the watchful eyes of the security guards, we were kissing like it was our last chance. I placed a hand on her breast and slid the other down her back to her butt — and she pushed me away! I thought she’d changed her mind, then realized she just wanted room to pull off her shirt and skirt.

I stripped too, while admiring the curve of Chelsea’s breasts spilling out of her frilly bra. Her skimpy panties provided minimal coverage: of only her most vital areas. While fumbling with her bra hooks, I kissed down her neck to her breasts. When I got it unhooked, I gently squeezed one breast and nibbled and sucked on the other. She held my head to her bosom and rubbed her crotch against my leg.

She squirmed as I trailed kisses down her stomach to the waistband of her panties, and she gave me a hand as I pulled them off. We fell onto the carpet, and I moved down to her toes, then slowly licked, kissed, sucked and nibbled my way up her legs, trying to restrain myself from taking her right then, so she could revel in the attention. The farther up the inside of her legs I advanced, the more she tensed and squirmed.

A series of deftly light licks on her swelling vulva and across her clitoris brought shivers — and a half-hearted attempt to push me away. I continued to lightly lick and suck her outer lips, slowly increasing the pressure and paying more and more attention to her clitoris. Then I sucked on it — first lightly, then harder as the little bud swelled in my mouth.

I genuinely love eating Chelsea’s pussy. She tastes great and responds so visibly to what I’m doing that there’s no question in my mind that she’s enjoying it. The more excited she gets, the harder she squirms and tries to push me away. She’s strong and very limber, so it becomes quite a workout for us both!

I finally allowed her to succeed in pushing me away when she began muttering something about wanting to get more! She pushed me on my back and mounted my waist, leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. There’s something absolutely right about making love with Chelsea — as opposed to merely having sex with my wife. I last much longer and enjoy it much more with Chelsea than with any other woman I’ve ever been with.

I watched her fine breasts bobble and sway as she sat up and reached around to guide me into her. As she lowered herself onto my cock, her warmth and soft tightness felt like heaven. The pleasure on her face, the sight of her fine breasts bouncing up and down, the feel of her thighs rubbing against mine — it all sent me to heaven. The passionate kisses we shared added to the sensation. I wanted it to last forever.

The feeling of Chelsea’s pussy wrapped around my cock had me harder than ever. There’s a point when you’re with a woman you love that sex becomes instinctual, and I’ve reached that point with Chelsea. I pulled myself from her silky depths and held her close. She reached down and lodged my cockhead between her wet lips, then impaled herself on it again.

We sat on the carpet by the side of the desk, with Chelsea straddling my lap, and continued to make beautiful love. She ground her hips against my thighs — slowly at first, sliding back and forth on my legs as she worked my cock around. At times I was lodged so deep in her that the tip of my cock settled against her warm cervix. At other times I withdrew until the head barely popped past the lips of her pussy.

While I fucked Chelsea’s wonderful cunt, I knew I was going to come soon, and I told my darling so. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to come along with me, and it just about drove me crazy. Soon she pushed me back down, dug her nails in my chest and began riding me like there was no tomorrow.

I reached down and split the lips of her cunt, pulling her open and massaging her clit lightly with the sides of my thumbs. When she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck, I knew she was ready to climax as well. I grabbed her hips and thrust as hard as I could.

As Chelsea climaxed, she pulled me up to her and gave me a long, hard kiss. I felt the muscles in her pussy contracting rhythmically and her juices running down my legs, and that was enough to send me over the edge. I’m always amazed at how wet she gets when she comes. I take it as another sign of how much she loves our sex play.

While we were getting dressed, we looked down and saw a huge stain on the carpet. It must have been a foot in -diameter! Chelsea laughed and said that while I might enjoy her coming so much, it wasn’t the best thing for our -director’s carpet. The next day when we were both in his office I noticed her staring at the floor! We shared a brief smile, hoping he wouldn’t ask us what was so funny!

Chelsea’s such an amazing sweetheart that later she tried to apologize for getting the floor — and me — so wet! I chuckled and assured her that I’d loved it, that it made me feel incredible to know she enjoyed our lovemaking as much as I did.

Chelsea never fails to make me feel like the perfect lover. Is it any wonder that I treasure her?