An Office Tale

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FistMy name is June, I am 31 years old, I am white, married with 2 children. I got married at age 20, more or less to get out of my parent's house and control. My marriage hasn't always been the best and even still now seems to be kind of on the rocks. We attend counseling on a regular basis and seem to stay together. My main reason is for our children which, is a position I guess a lot of women and men I suppose are in.

I am considered attractive at 5"7" 132 Lb. Dark hair and 34C breasts. I wasn't virgin when I married and neither was my husband. We had premarital sex and more or less confessed to each other our previous sexual experience. I held one back and that was with a Black boy that I went to school with. It was a brief encounter and involved both oral and vaginal sex. Despite any premarital sex and 11 years of marriage, I had yet to experience and orgasm!

When first married, my husband honestly tried and I read all of the books I could find and he bought me vibrators and we tried to no avail for me to achieve orgasm. One thing I think that has always stood in our way is my husband's luke warm feeling towards oral sex. He enjoyed me giving him head especially during my periods, but was kind of lax when it came to oral on me. So after many years, he kind of gave up and when he needed sex he kind of plugged into me and did his thing.

I never in all the years cheated on him, although the thought of what I was missing was constantly on my mind. The vibrators were soon running out of battery power in my drawer, since I couldn't even bring myself to an orgasm. I sort of gave up and excepted it as my destiny. My husband is a good provider, with a trade and works long hard hours. He is also a very good father to our children, so when I look at a lot of other husbands who stay out, drinking and then beat their wives, I consider myself lucky in that respect. So life went on!

I had been mostly a stay at home mom until our kids got old enough to go full days to school. We wanted to add an addition onto our small 2 bed room house. So we decided that I would go to work to help bring in the extra income for it. I got a job at a trucking firm as a dispatcher in the warehouse. It is a good job and I like the people I work with.

Everything was going along fine until one day my boss hired a new man for the warehouse loading platform. His name is Jeff and he is younger than me at 24, But for the job he was hired for it didn't take a lot of training since he did mostly manual labor and loaded the trucks and got them ready for shipment. I'm not really sure how it happened but as the time went on I began to really like Jeff. He was a nice guy and a hard worker and always very friendly. Deep down when I think back I know also that he turned me on.

He quite often had to bring manifests into the office to me. He was always casting glances at my legs, and on quite a few occasions, I noticed a bulge in his pants forming. One time he had come in just as I had bent over a file drawer. I didn't hear him come in and was busily filing manifests. When I straightened up and turned , there he was. I realized that I must have shown him a good expanse of my thighs from behind as I was busily bending over with my skirt on. A glance at his crotch confirmed it, there was definitely the outline of his cock, running down the right side of his leg. That's another thing I think that turned me on was the rumors about Black men having such big cocks. The boy I had sex with seemed to be of normal size, but then that was in school and we were both young.

My husband is 6" at best and not very thick. I often kind of fantasized of what it would be like to have one a little bigger going into me. Winter had come and my husband and I discussed one of us getting permanent birth control since we both decided that 2 children was all we were going to have. I was willing to have my tubes tied, but it ended up with him getting a vasectomy instead.

Then came the time of year for inventory in the warehouse. It involved long hours of work into most evenings. By then Jeff was basically the main man in the warehouse and also had to stay for the job.

I was wearing a wool skirt and was on the last days of my period. There was some remodeling going on in the office also. There was only one bathroom and it was unisex for the office. Then there was another one far out into the warehouse also. The door was off the one in the office, but it was no big deal since it was clear in the back, by another door leading out into the back of the warehouse. The door leading to the warehouse had a glass window in it. I needed to change my tampon and looked out the front office window to see that Jeff was clear down the other end of the warehouse. I knew that he and I were the only ones there.

I went into the bathroom and sat down and removed my tampon. I was sitting there with my hips thrust forward and in the process of inserting a fresh tampon, when I looked up at the back warehouse door. There stood Jeff! Able to see everything from that vantage point. I was so embarrassed, I must have turned redder than the tampon that I had removed. But the embarrassment was short lived. A sexy feeling immediately came over me also.

I should, explain, that when I am close to the end of my period and right after I am so horny I can hardly stand it for several days. So instead of quickly sitting back down, and quickly pulling my skirt down, I arched my hips ever further as I watched Jeff and slid the tampon into myself. When I had it in, instead of pulling my skirt down, I wrapped the applicator and threw it into the waste basket.

I don't know what made me do it, but I crooked my finger at Jeff and motioned for him to come in. He smiled as he opened the door and came into the bathroom. As I looked at his crotch, he had a full blown hard-on, it seemed huge! He was in front of me leaning back against the sink. His crotch only a couple of feet from me as I sat there on the toilet with my vagina with its string hanging out exposed to a strange man.

I couldn't believe my own voice as I heard myself say.

"Like what you see"?

"Boy do I ever, you are beautiful"?

I could feel myself moisten and it wasn't from my menstrual flow either, as I looked at the huge bulge running down his leg. I pointed at it and said.

"Did I do that to you"? He smiled and grabbed the shaft through his pants and squeezed it.

"Take it out, and let me see it"? By now I was a different person, I was totally gone from rationality. In retrospect, I should have done the right thing and quickly pulled my skirt down and stood up and taken my embarrassment. But I didn't and now it was past the point of no return.

I felt my clit tingle as he unzipped his pants, reached in and with some difficulty fished out the biggest penis I've ever seen! It was at least 9" in length (9