Jessie squealed but didn’t protest, her lips and tongue accepting Donna’s and taking what was offered.
Donna left a little bit later, apparently satisfied with the blowjob. Dexter stayed a little longer though and made sure that Jessie was okay with everything. They talked about handling Vicky. Ultimately, they decided that they would just take it as it came. Vicky would hopefully be able to warn Jessie and Dexter before she got “going” but that if she didn’t, at least Dexter would let Jessie know beforehand. That part had been his demand, and Jessie had shrugged and said that it was okay if he didn’t, as long as she knew about it afterward.
He smiled, knowing that he had a very understanding girlfriend and that he loved her very much.
He stood then and went to get dressed, then came back in to say goodnight.
“I’m gonna shower,” she said. “It’s been a long day.” She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek, knowing that he didn’t want to taste his own spunk on her lips. “See you soon?” she asked, standing and heading for her bathroom.
Dexter smiled and nodded. “Love you,” he said, a second before she could. She grinned. “Donna’s probably already out, so keep it down when you leave.”
Nodding, he waved and shut the bathroom door as she went in. He heard the shower running and turned to leave, checking his pockets as he did so. Behind him, he heard Donna’s door open and saw her standing there. Chuckling, he turned and looked. She turned around and presented her butt toward him, holding a finger over her lips as she did so.
His cock instantly swelling at the prospect of a silent fuck up against the wall, he smirked and turned. He heard the shower grow in strength and remembered Jessie thought he was leaving. He started to wave Donna off, but she must have seen what decision was being made and immediately came over, grabbing his hand and leading him to the front door.
Raising an eyebrow, he watched as she turned out the porch light before stepping out and dragging him with her. She looked around, and then up. Smiling, she waved to an older man smoking in a chair on his porch across the way. He waved back as she reached backward for Dex.
Groaning, he moved immediately up behind her and ran a hand up the front of her body, roughly grabbing one of her breasts as she reached back to stroke his cock out of his pants. Grunting, with pleasure, he felt her position herself and pull his cock down as he reached up and mauled the other breast.
“Squeeze them harder, pussy,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
Dexter groaned loudly and added, “Fuck,” as she forced his cock into her pussy. She groaned, then whimpered and leaned forward, held up by his rough squeezing of both of her breasts.
“Harder faggot,” she whispered. Dexter was amazed at how nearly violent she was being. He squeezed both of her breasts very hard, briefly worried that he was going to hurt her, and started to fuck in and out faster.
“Fuck,” he said again, biting her neck.
“Yes, harder pussy,” she said. “Fucking bite me.”
He bit down hard, feeling her whimper in pleasure as he did so, his hands roughly mauling, squeezing her breasts as his cock hammered in and out. He wasn’t able to fuck her very well though and smiled as a sudden idea struck him.
Letting go, despite her immediate whispered protests, he reached up and grabbed a great handful of hair and grabbed, then did the same with his other hand. Pushing her head down, he began to fuck much harder into her, hearing her whimper in pleasure and moan gutturally at him.
“Oh my God, yes, baby,” she begged. “Fucking destroy my pussy, please baby,” she begged. He grimaced in slight pain, but just from the constant effort of fucking her. She whimpered in pleasure again, her voice high pitched and innocent.
“God, Dexter, you’re going to make me cum so goddamn hard,” she whispered. “I’m not going to tell Jessie either,” she said. “I fucked you out here and it’s going to be our little secret.”
He grunted, the excitement and eroticism of what she was saying driving him wild. Still, he’d cum not too long ago, so he knew that it was more for her benefit. Her moans were quiet yet powerful, and he felt her pushing backward into him as he thrust again and again. His hands were practically yanking her body back by her hair, but she was apparently loving it.
Then, she started to cum.
Groaning a second, she quickly fell silent as she apparently lost the ability to speak. He felt her pussy contract down violently on his punishing shaft and then felt the ripple of a contraction along its great length. Again and again, she contracted down on him, still unable to speak and only managing to squeak as he continued. All at once, she whimpered louder, and he felt her body relax as he began to slow. She went limp then, and he quickly picked her up as she fought to regain her footing. Chuckling, he turned and opened the door, still hearing the shower going. Shaking his head, he moved over and pushed her onto the couch, pulling a blanket over her and quietly leaving after taking a second to put his cock away. Just before he closed the door and left, she waved him back over weakly.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling and fighting to open her eyes and focus on him. She reached for him and pulled him down, kissing him weakly. “I love when you fuck me,” she whispered. “Remember, don’t tell Jessie.”
He smirked and shook his head, then kissed her on the forehead and quickly left. Hopping into his truck, he headed home, not really sure how to process the entire surprising evening.
He couldn’t believe all that had happened, barely processing any of it by the time he reached his house. He immediately went upstairs and went to bed.
The next day, Dex went to work as normal, texting Jessie a random, “I love you,” so she would know that he was still okay with everything that had happened and that had been revealed.
After seeing her response, he put his phone down and went to work.
A few hours into the day, he got a visit to his cubicle from none other than Vicky. He glanced around and saw that the other techs near his desk were on the phone and had seen Chase heading back to his office a few minutes before.
She approached his desk with purpose, and he figured initially that it was work-related. She smiled as she approached and then grinned, entering into his cubicle and sliding down to the ground before crawling under his desk.
“Stand up and go out of your cubicle and see if you can see me,” she said, grinning widely from in front of where his legs would be.
Dexter shook his head. “Vicky,” he said, snapping his fingers. “We agreed that it would be away from work and that your husband and my girlfriend would know beforehand.”
She pouted up at him, and he finally relented, stepping out of his cubicle and looking back. He paced around a little, but indeed couldn’t see underneath it. Indeed, even when he was in the cubicle, she was hard to make out. The tech area was generally kept pretty dark as a rule.
She smiled and slid out, seeing that he had finished inspecting.
“I was just curious,” she said, smiling at him widely. Glancing around, she looked left and then right before reaching down and pulling the front of his pants away from his stomach, then glanced in.
He sighed, shaking his head and looking down at her. “You’re misbehaving,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
She giggled and shrugged. “Just making sure that I won’t get you in trouble,” she said. “If I call you to my office all the time, it might make people suspicious.”
He sighed, already able to tell that this was going to take some willpower on his part.
Without another word, she turned and started to leave. A few minutes later, he got a text from her saying, “You better be watching my butt as I leave.”
He chuckled, feeling more at ease with her playfulness. “You know I was,” he replied, and set about getting back to work.
Feeling tired from the long evening before and not having a lot of sleep in recent days, Dexter decided to try and sleep through lunch. He laid his chair back as much as he could and put his noise canceling headphones on before putting up a do not disturb sign on his cubicle. Sleep found him quickly, and he awoke about 45 minutes later to the alarm on his phone.
Yawning, he briefly got up and got a drink of water, then went back and sat down at his desk to start to work again.
A few seconds later, he heard a quiet whisper and looked around his work area, confused but not seeing anyone. Hearing it again, he looked down. Giggling, Vicky looked up at him from beneath his desk. She must have snuck in there while he slept, he figured. Without waiting for him to protest, he felt her hands pulling at his zipper and working his button open on his jeans. Knowing he should stop her, but not really wanting to, he sighed and reached down to push her head away. He felt her mouth encircle his finger then and groaned at the warmth as she sucked hard on it.
She quickly replaced his finger with the next one, and continued until she’d suckled on all of them, all the while freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and underwear and stroking with a purpose. Sensing that she wasn’t going to be deterred, he tried a final time, backing up. His chair was immediately yanked angrily back in and he felt her turn her head to fit it in his lap to get at his cock.
“Hey man,” one of the other techs that he worked with said.
Dex looked up, startled as Vicky quietly giggled, her lips kissing the side of his steadily growing erection.
“You want this down?” he asked, holding up the do not disturb sign.
Dex chuckled and nodded. “Thanks, Carl.”
The tech nodded and turned, waving.