QUIETLY KNOCKING

Knock, knock, knock.

Jeff heard the quiet knocking on his door. He was in bed reading. It was almost eleven. Who could be knocking at this hour?

He put on his pants and a t-shirt and went to the door. He looked through the peep hole.

Janet, his fellow department head was standing there. Jeff opened the door and she walked in. Janet was wearing a simple, gray-colored shift-dress.

She looked at him. He understood.

Jeff put his hands on Janet's cheeks and gently kissed her. He paused, gauged her reaction, then kissed her again. This time, their lips stayed together longer. Their kiss was tender, lacking passion, but transmitting attraction.

Jeff pushed her against the door with his hands on either side of her shoulders. He kissed her again and she kissed back. His arms wrapped around her back. Her arms wrapped around his neck. They were locked together; their passion was increasing. His hands roamed down to where her hips rose from her thin waist. He stroked the cheeks on her butt through her clothing. He did not feel any underwear beneath the dress, just the soft globes of her ass.

Jeff's hands roamed over her back and waist and found the zipper at the top of her dress. He gripped the little tab with his fingers and pulled it down a foot. Janet didn't resist; he continued.

As the zipper moved down her back, he discovered that she was braless. As the travel of the clasp continued, it reached her waist and continued to the rise of her buttocks. He confirmed that she was not wearing panties. Jeff's hand fondled the soft, bare flesh on her ass and the cleft that separated her cheeks, savoring the smoothness of her skin. Janet was stimulated by his touch. The passion of her kisses transmitted her arousal.

Jeff moved back a bit and pulled the dress from Janet's shoulders. He watched the garment tumble to the floor, revealing her naked body. Janet's pale breasts hung from her chest. His gaze moved down, over her stomach to the tuft of pubic hair that formed a triangle at the top of her legs. He kissed her again, then stood back to pull his shirt over his head. Now their naked torsos meshed together. Her breasts were pressing into his chest. Her nipples were hard; he could feel the little pebbles rubbing against him.

He took her hand and led her over to the bed. Their eyes were locked on each other. They hadn't said a word. They didn't need to; both knew what they were about to do. Her titties jiggled as she walked. Jeff pulled down the bed covers, exposing the sheets. He brought her closer and she crawled onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows. He lustfully admired her naked body, the smooth skin, the soft curves.

Jeff undid his pants and the undershorts he had been wearing. Now, he was nude. His erect penis protruded from his frame. She watched it bounce with his movements; her eyes were fixed on his manhood.

He climbed onto the bed and moved up between her legs. He glanced down and saw her velvety pubic patch and her smooth, pale thighs. Her breasts draped on her chest with pink areolas and nipples centered on her soft skin.

Jeff bent his head and kissed one nipple, then the other, giving it a quick suckle. He moved up and their lips met again.

As they continued to kiss, Jeff moved his pelvis higher. Her thighs pressed against his hips as he moved into position. He reached down and aimed his erection at the center of Janet's pussy.

She felt the tip of his penis probing for its target. She was ready and moaned softly as Jeff's prick pushed against the opening to her warm and wet vagina.

He paused from kissing her so he could look into her eyes as he entered her for the first time. They wanted each other. Her eyes revealed her desire. Jeff's cock was rock hard. He was surprised and amazed at what was happening. After years of formal association and friendship, they were making love.

Janet focused her senses on Jeff's penetration of her vagina. After many years, it now just seemed natural for them to be having intercourse. It completed the bond they had grown to share.

He was gentle, slowly pushing his penis into her. She particularly savored the feeling of his cock broaching the opening and entering her. He was the first and only man, other than her husband, to have put a penis in her. It had been a long time since she had felt something this good.

Jeff kissed her again. Her warm vaginal channel was tight around his cock. He thought it was the most wonderful feeling in the world, to insert his penis into a woman's body. He moved, purposefully, but gently, enjoying every movement of his prick in her precious vagina.

They looked at each other, sharing their arousal, not speaking, just making love. He looked down at her, her breasts were heaving as her pleasure increased. Her hands roamed over his back and his chest, exploring his naked body for the first time. Her ankles hooked around his legs, holding him there.

They continued their coupling. They were not in a hurry. They wanted to enjoy it. Janet closed her eyes and her emotions began to emerge. She heaved with her first sob. She was trying to maintain her composure, but it was a losing effort. She began to cry, crying over the guilty pleasure she was receiving. Jeff sensed what she was feeling, the sensation of being made love to, of being desired and wanted. She needed it in her life.

Jeff was eager to give pleasure to this wonderful creature. He loved her and had lamented her lack of fulfillment with her husband. He was amazed that her man did not appreciate what he had with Janet.

Jeff was married and was aware that he was stepping out on his wife. But Janet was truly special and needed what he was providing. He loved both women, but in different ways. Some might say that's not possible, but Jeff knew better. He'd been Janet's friend for ten years. She had confided in him and he knew her lack of fulfillment in her stale marriage. He had no desire to break up her marriage, or his own, but he saw the opportunity to do something special for her.

His thoughts shifted from Janet's situation to the pure pleasure of making love to her. She regained her composure and was displaying more passion. She was still inhibited, not wanting to disappoint Jeff. Her self-confidence in bed had been severely eroded after years of marriage. Seeing the way Jeff was wanting her boosted her self-esteem.

He was near coming. She saw the unmistakable expression on his face. When he began to pull away to remove his penis before coming, she pulled him back in. Her arms wrapped around his back and her ankles tangled with his legs to hold him there. She wanted him to come inside her. He understood her desire. He wanted it too. His pelvis pushed into her and the warm rush of fresh semen poured into her womb.

She was coming too. The tears returned as she reveled in the pleasure of having an orgasm with a man inside her. It had been so long since her husband had made her come. It was so wonderful. She pulled Jeff down onto her and held him tightly while he finished coming.

He leaned up and looked at her, kissing her tenderly. It had been the first time they had made love. It was even better than he had imagined. He rolled to the side and held her, stroking her soft skin while she came down from her climax. They kissed softly as they held each other.

Janet and Jeff worked for the same company. She was the department head in charge of records and IT. He was the head of the plant maintenance department. They dealt with each other in their jobs, attending staff meetings and company functions together. Their working relationship had evolved into mutual trust. They sought each other out for perspectives on the company's activities and culture. They often sat together in the cafeteria, usually with others, to forestall any suspicions of inappropriate activity.

There is a concept that oftentimes people have 'work wives' or 'work husbands', reflecting a relationship of trust and mutual support. There is no sex involved, but individuals often spend more time with their work spouse than with their spouse at home and often have the opportunity to receive more emotional and career support from their work spouse. That was the relationship between Janet and Jeff.

Often times, with everything going in their lives, couples lose their intimacy and emotional support. The love may still be there, but the romantic passion is replaced by commitments to their children, community activities, friendships, financial management and maintaining a house and home. The emotional support necessary for a healthy relationship is often neglected with all the other priorities.

Janet and Jeff would have some quiet time at work, often a few minutes here or there, where they would share their feelings and support one another. They had developed a close bond over the many years they had worked together.

Janet's husband, Sid, was a workaholic, totally consumed with his job. He was constantly hustling clients and looking for new business. He travelled a good bit and was usually exhausted when he was home. Their children had grown and were on their own, leaving a void in their lives. Some couples renew their earlier intimacy, but for Janet, the void was left unfilled. She was involved in church and some volunteer activities in addition to her increased responsibilities at work. Janet and her husband rarely had sex and when they did it lacked the spontaneity and passion of their earlier years. She and Sid got along okay, but the spark was gone. Jeff was the only one she could confide in, the only one who understood her and truly seemed to care about her.

Jeff was in a similar but different position. His wife, Sue, was consumed with her real estate job and with running a food pantry for the homeless through their church. When Jeff was home in the evening or on weekends, his wife was on the phone or texting. It didn't seem like she needed him as much.

Neither Jeff or Janet had been looking for an affair, but the possibility had been growing slowly. Of course, Jeff noticed that Janet was an attractive woman. He looked at her smooth legs and caught an occasional glimpse of a partial breast. Janet noticed that he noticed. It amused and flattered her.

After years of deepening friendship, a new level of intimacy finally emerged that evening.

They were attending a company retreat at a mountain conference center along with the other ten most senior managers. Each individual had their own room in the cabins that were spread around the grounds of the conference center.

The afternoon work session had been facilitated by a career-life coach who had encouraged the participants to evaluate their life goals and such. It was good touchy-feely stuff for the younger folks, but it brought out some challenging emotions in Janet.

Afterward, she and Jeff had drinks on the deck overlooking the lake and she confided in him. He'd heard most of it before, but it was apparent that the love, at least the physical love, had gone out of her marriage. Her husband just didn't provide the support she needed. She was feeling low, needing to be loved.

They walked back to their cabins together and he took her hand briefly as they stopped at her door. With that one instance of holding hands, their relationship skipped to another level without either of them realizing it.

In her room, she tried to call her husband. He was out of town and his voicemail was full.

She had an urge. She had resisted it all evening, but as she became more and more distressed, needing emotional attachment, she made a daring decision.

She put on the dress. She thought for a moment before removing her underwear. She was taking a chance; hoping Jeff would be receptive. She needed it. If he didn't get the hint or resisted temptation, she would just talk with him a while. That was plan B.

She gently knocked at his door. Hoping he was still awake, not wanting to alert those in the other cabins. Quietly, tap, tap, tap.

She was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and was obviously glad to see her. The expression on her face conveyed her emotions and Jeff picked up on it. When he kissed her, she was passive for a few moments, but when his passion increased, she let go and kissed him back. He tried to avoid pressing his hard penis against her, but she felt it and knew he was responding.

Things moved very quickly when he unzipped her dress. Finding her without underwear transmitted her intentions to Jeff and he quickly responded.

Once in bed, his prick felt so good inside her that it made her weep. Most importantly, he wanted her. His cock was hard and he was eager to make love to her. The passion increased and she felt the fantastic sensation of an orgasm. It had been a long time since she had climaxed with her husband. It was wonderful; a feeling of rapture filled her.

They settled in the bed for a while after they had finished their first coupling. Janet went to the bathroom and when she came back, she was eager for more. She was still naked; his eyes roamed over her previously secret features.

She pulled down the covers, exposing Jeff. Janet laid next to him and leaned against his legs, looking at his limp penis. She'd only ever examined her husband's penis, although she had seen others in 'adult videos and magazines'. Jeff's dick looked like any other dick, she thought. They all looked about the same. But she was enamored with Jeff's penis and began to fondle it, which led to nuzzling it and putting it in her mouth.

Jeff's cock responded and grew in length as Janet did her thing. She put her lips around the hardening cock as it expanded in her mouth. She cradled his balls in her hand and was bobbing up and down, sucking his dick.

Jeff said, "You don't have to do that."

She said, "I want to."

He didn't object as she continued performing fellatio. Jeff's cock was shiny from her saliva. She was dripping her spittle onto his fully erect prick, lewdly coating it.

She looked up and said, "I don't suck my husband's cock. He doesn't deserve it."

She straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his cock. Jeff looked up at her, his hands fondling her jiggling breasts. He liked a hairy pussy and was glad she didn't shave her bush. The patch of dark kinkily hair added to her eroticism. She was rocking on his cock. There was no doubt that she was fucking him, not the other way around.

She said, "I want another load of your cum up inside me. I want to go to sleep with cum dripping out of my pussy."

They both had enough stamina and control to continue to make love for quite a while, losing track of time. Then, Janet wanted it from behind. She moved to her hands and knees.

Jeff moved behind her and pushed his cock into her very moist and very eager vagina. She pushed her butt back to get him in her as far as possible. She grinned to herself with the realization that Jeff's dick was bigger than her husband's. She was cheating on the bastard with a man who had a bigger cock.

Jeff was enjoying Janet and was proud of himself for pleasing her. He was cheating, but rationalized that he and his wife had done some sharing with others in the course of their marriage.

He watched his cock sliding into Janet's glistening quim. He'd already put a load of semen in her, where only her husband had been. The bastard deserved to have his wife stepping out on him. Jeff was delighted that his relationship with Janet had reached this level.

Jeff pumped harder, making sure that Janet was sharing his climax. She began to moan; her vagina gripped his cock, coating it with her juices. He jerked and ejaculated into her again. Janet held still, savoring the feeling of Jeff's cum moving up inside her.

They collapsed with Jeff on top of her. She liked being captured under him.

He said, "I want to do this again. You're fantastic. I want all of you."

She quietly asked, "What about your wife?"

Jeff thought for a few moments. "Maybe we can get her involved too. Have you ever done it with a woman?"

"Goodness, no." Then she laughed and added, "I might like to try it."

Jeff kissed her neck. "You are amazing."

They laid there for a while until Janet rose and said, "I have to leave. People can't see me coming out of your room in the morning."

Jeff said, "Who cares?"

"It would be a big scandal."

"Many of them probably already suspect something."

"Who cares?" She laughed.

She put her dress on and left.

That morning, they returned to the conference.

During a coffee break, Janet whispered to Jeff, "Your cum in still leaking out of me. My underwear are sticky. It's a weird feeling."

Jeff laughed.

She said, "I like it."

Then she said, "Sid is going out of town soon. Are you busy?"

Jeff smiled and said, "I'm sure I can find some time."

They didn't get together for a while. They both felt guilty about cheating on their spouses; it violated their sense of propriety. But their irresistible connection remained. They continued to collaborate at work and found time to confide in each other. They both looked forward to their time together each day.

About three months later, Janet was home on a Friday night. Her husband was travelling again. She was relaxing in bed, watching television, wearing her nightgown and underpants.

The dog was barking so she came downstairs to see why. There was someone knocking softly on her door. It scared her, but she looked through the peephole to see who it was.

Jeff was standing there. She unlocked the door and he stepped inside. She looked to see where he had parked his car. He'd left it a few blocks away at a gas station. Nobody would know she had a visitor.

She knew why he was there. It was wonderful surprise. She had confided in him at work that day and he knew she was feeling lonely. Jeff needed something too.

As soon as she closed the door, they kissed, moving to each other simultaneously. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands went to her waist and slid lower, over the luscious globes of her ass.

She began to strip him, pulling his shirt over his head. Her lips went to his sensitive nipples. She'd remembered from their earlier tryst.

He pulled down the thin shoulder straps holding her nightgown until they slid down her arms. She was undoing his belt. He'd kicked off his shoes. She reached into his pants and grabbed his penis, already erect, squeezing it to feel the spongy skin on the rigid shaft.

She dropped to her knees and finished stripping him. Her nightgown had fallen to the floor too. She was only wearing panties; he was naked.

Her lips wrapped around his hard penis, pressing tightly. The tip of his dick pushed into the back of her throat. Her hands explored his genitals. It was like she was worshipping his prick, kissing and licking it, holding it in her mouth, cradling his testicles in her hand.

Having a man get a hard-on over her was a rare treat. Her husband had become impotent. She considered buying a vibrator, but thought that was decadent and was afraid someone would find out. She feared that she would be put on the mailing list for all sorts of vulgar advertisements.

She was sucking Jeff's prick with unusual enthusiasm. Jeff's wife had never been this aggressive. Janet seemed to want to swallow his entire cock. She was bobbing her head while pressing her lips against the saliva coated shaft.

She said, "Teach me how to deep-throat. I want all of your cock in my mouth."

Jeff took a few moments. He told her to relax the gag reflex. He was telling her what he'd read, having never sucked a cock himself. His wife could do it, but he couldn't remember the last time she had.

Janet worked at it and managed to get the tip of his cock into her throat. She was gagging and her voice was getting hoarse from the abuse her throat was taking. She didn't care; she wanted this man to take all of her. She wanted him to fuck her mouth and the thought of him fucking her other two holes translated to more wetness in her crotch.

After some good cock-sucking, Jeff wanted the real thing. He pulled Janet to her feet and they hurried to the bedroom. Janet invited him into her marital bed, the bed where she and Sid had made love, but that seemed so long ago.

Jeff wanted to sample every bit of her. They had developed a real bond, and he had love for her. It hadn't been physical until their assignation a few months earlier. That night had given him an entirely new perspective on his relationship with Janet.

He was home alone while his wife was out of town. He remembered Janet mentioning that her husband was out of town too. Jeff built up his courage and drove to her house. He knew where she lived, although he'd never been in the house. He had driven her home from work a few times.

He pushed Janet onto her back on the bed. He gripped the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs, exposing her wonderful pussy. Her triangle of scruffy pubic hair topped the pink slit of her vulva. He could see her inner lips peeking out from her slightly spread labia. She was breathing heavily; her breasts were moving up and down with each breath. He nuzzled his face into her tender flesh. Those wonderful nipples were irresistible. He kissed them and sucked them into his mouth.

Then, he dove into her crotch. She gasped. Her husband hadn't gone down on her in years. Feeling Jeff's tongue touch her clit sent a spasm of pleasure through her body. She spread her legs, exposing her most intimate features to him. The only man to have seen her down there had been her husband. Now, Jeff was exploring her secret treasures. She was wet and her raw features were so inviting to Jeff. He bit and sucked on her little clit. His tongue slurped along her slit from bottom to top. His fingers explored her vagina, opening her and seeing the creamy flesh inside. His tongue poked into her hole and swirled around, tasting her tangy nectar. Traces of her perfume joined the scent of her lotion and the emanations from her cunt to create an intoxicating mixture. Jeff couldn't get enough. He was like a starving man as he attacked her cunt with unrestrained enthusiasm.

His assault overcame Janet's remaining inhibitions. She had her hand on his head, holding him while she rubbed her cunt against his face. The juices were actually squirting out of her. She didn't remember ever coming like she was. She was moaning and shrieked when she reached the climax of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. She laughed at the shiny mess she had left on his face.

Having a man want her so much was pumping up her self-esteem. He wanted her as a woman. He couldn't get enough of her and was continuing to grovel in her crotch. She couldn't help it when a dash of urine squirted out onto Jeff's face. Janet's concern was quickly eliminated when Jeff eagerly swallowed it. He seemed to want more, so she released another spurt into his mouth. She couldn't control herself anymore and continued to defile Jeff's face, pissing on him. He loved it. She was amazed.

Jeff wanted to put his face inside her. His tongue was pushing into her vagina. He was sucking up her juices, including the stream of urine that he had provoked. He had her at his mercy. She was jerking in ecstasy, completely out of control with animalistic lust. He spread her cheeks and licked her asshole. Her pussy continued to gush her lady cum.

He moved up and shoved his hard cock into her in a single thrust. He raised on his arms and looked down at her face and her pretty tits. Janet's arms were extended over her head, letting her lover have his way with her. A nipple was in his mouth and she was rubbing her hands through his hair. He pumped away with hard thrusts, taking her. He wanted her so badly that he was trying to push his cock all the way through her. She was spread open for him. He propped her knees over his shoulders and opened her even more to his thrusts.

Janet was wailing and urging Jeff to fuck her harder. Years of suppressed sexual desire were exploding from Janet's body. "Ohh fuck me. Ohh." She moaned.

Then, Jeff pressed in and held there. His cock was emptying into her womb. She watched his face contort in pure pleasure. His entire body was focused on putting his semen inside her. His heart was beating faster; his breath was rapid; his muscles spasmed and released; his mind went blank, only sensing that he was coming. He jerked inside her a few times. Janet closed her eyes and felt his semen washing through her.

When they finished, they both were exhausted. Jeff held her and stroked her silky hair as she calmed down.

After resting for a few minutes, Janet said, "Well hi. It's nice to see you."

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd just say hello."

She laughed, "Well hello yourself."

They stayed naked. They went into the kitchen where she gave him a Pepsi in a glass filled with ice. She got out some cheese and vegetables for a snack.

They didn't say much. She asked rhetorically, "Is there anything else you can do to me? My pussy is going to be sore for a week."

He said, "I want to have all of you. I want to do everything that can be done to a woman."

She said, "Are you thinking of what I think you are."

"I am."

She said, "Nobody has ever done me back there."

"I want to be the first."

She was enamored with the idea of letting Jeff take another element of her virginity. He'd been the first to fuck her other than her husband. The thought of him being the first to be in her ass was very tempting.

"Be gentle."

"I will."

She said, "I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me in the ass. Make me your slut."

They went into the bedroom. She had a tube of lubricant that hadn't been opened. Jeff poured some onto his fingers and slid one, then a second digit into her wrinkled little hole. His fingers felt good inside her. She was amazed that there was a form of pleasure that she hadn't experienced.

He put some of the lube on his cock. She was on her belly and he was straddling her hips. He aimed his cock at her tiny opening. A woman's pussy is designed to channel a cock into the hole. The anus is not. Jeff had to carefully align his prick with her tiny hole.

When he pushed, her sphincter resisted. She groaned as he continued and the head of his dick overcame her defenses. The sight of her skin pressed tightly around his cock was decadently erotic.

"Ohh that feels weird." She said.

Her tight muscle was gripping his cock. He remembered the sensation from the time he had done his wife's asshole years earlier.

Janet lifted her butt slightly, making it easier for him. She wanted him to sodomize her, to be the first and only man to put his cock in her asshole. It represented her complete surrender to him. He was fucking her in all three holes; taking anything he wanted. She was thrilled that someone wanted her like that. She had aged and her body was not at all what it had been, so having Jeff want her so badly was like an aphrodisiac. She was high with sexual arousal.

He pushed in deeper and began to slowly pump back and forth. It took some getting used-to for her. She particularly liked when he pushed his cock all the way inside her. She felt so full, completely stuffed with his cock.

She began to come. Her fingers went to her pussy, sliding into her vagina and rubbing her clit as Jeff continued to fuck her up the ass. She smiled to herself at that characterization. She was letting this man have things that her husband never had because Jeff wanted her like she had never been wanted.

He pressed in and she felt his semen go inside her. She was coming herself. She held her fingers in her crotch, pinching her clit against the spongy g-spot inside her vagina. It was a sustained orgasm, different than the earlier one. It went on and on in a continual climax. She'd never experienced sex like she was having with Jeff.

When she started to relax, his dick slid out of her anus, soft and exhausted. He laid beside her and gently tickled her back and her ass.

"That was wonderful." She said, "I always thought it would hurt."

"Did it?"

"Just a little, but it was so good having your cock so far up inside me."

Cum was dripping from her enlarged anus. It was no longer the wrinkled little rosebud. It was the size of quarter, red inside, with a stream of semen dripping onto her pussy. She laid there reveling in post coital bliss. She had been ravished by a man who wanted her so much. He'd licked her pussy, drank her cum and her piss, licked her asshole and put his dick in all three of her holes.

They rested for a bit, then took a shower together. Jeff stayed the entire weekend and they engaged in almost continuous sex. They barely had time to eat. They were young again, experiencing a level of desire that they hadn't felt since their youth.

When they parted on Sunday evening, they realized that they each had a decision to make. There was no doubt that their emotional connection was stronger than the connection with their spouses. They discussed and considered the options. Leaving their spouses to get together seemed particularly attractive.

However, doing so would change their relationship from a work partnership and the intense sex, to living together and dealing with the mundane things involved in day-to-day life. They knew that, like all couples, their sexual energy would diminish over time. They both had a lot invested in their marriages.

So they have continued their infrequent sexual liaisons, an afternoon in a motel, a visit when a spouse was out of town, a quickly after hours. The infrequent, often spontaneous, trysts are intense and exciting, each one involving anticipation of the coming liaison that heightens the quality of the sex. The illicit nature of cheating on their spouses adds an element of risk and naughtiness to the equation.

It would be different if they were together all the time. They would ruin a good thing.

When one of them goes to the other's office to discuss work or their personal life, the visitor gently taps on the door. They both know the symbolism of the quiet knocking.