Two too Busy?

Just enough time to write and no time to edit, so enjoy the spelling errors. This is a hot one.

Too busy to write about my sex life and then too busy to live my sex life.
The second career is making enough money to let me spend more time writing, but I must spend all my time writing to make ends meet.
I'm writing about fucking and sucking, meeting, greeting, teasing, toying and in reality I'm too exhausted to even open the drawer of my night stand and pull out a vibrator.

At work, sitting in front of the computer at my day job. Taking time off doesn't mean less work, just less time to do it. Typing away, furiously, and then an window opens on my screen. Terry is IMing me. I forgot I was even logged in. We met Terry and her boyfriend Doug while trying out Adult Friend Finder. They were one of the great finds that made the unfortunate creepy e-mails I got worthy sorting through.

Terry: How are you?

Is: Exhausted, frustrated, horny.

Was I oversharing? It occured to me that I was feeling lonely. I typed more.

Is: All work, no play. Haven't been layed in two weeks and I'm supposed to write about passion and lust and I have no time for my muse. If Brian worked nearby I would make him come and fuck me on my lunch break, and I'm not kidding.

Terry: Wow.

Terry: Not to be self centered here, but I'm wishing I worked near you. Maybe I do. We've kept our "real lives" so private.

I was letting off steam. I wasn't intending to pick up Terry. But the idea of a lunch time quickie sounded great, though unrealistic. I'd probably eat a salad while sitting at my desk.

Terry: I'm in the south area. You?

Is: I'm in the 30s. Not far from Decades Coffee.

Terry: Ha!

Is: Ha?

Terry: Just a minute.

I really had to get back to work. I tried. I was distracted. What was Terry up to?

Terry: Is?

Is: Yes... stil here. What's up?

Terry: Is, Doug works right by Decades. He has coffee there every morning. He would love to give you the lunch break you're craving, and I would love to have him tell me all about it tonight.

Woah! Be careful what you wish for. I am a planner, at least I've become one in recent years, and this was spontaneous and unnerving but unbelievably appealing. I have been working so hard, and letting a gorgeous and charming man like Doug treat me nice while making me cum was hard to turn down.

Terry: You there?

Is: OMG! You're for real?

Terry: I am. The idea actually had me as hot as can be.

Is: BRB.

I dialed Brian on my cell phone while stepping outside and hoping I'd find a spot of privacy. I was glad I dressed nice for work. I had butterflies in my stomach as Brian's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Brian, it's me. I have to ask you something that ordinarily we'd have time to discuss. With that in mind, it's totally fine if you're not comfortable with this."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Well..." I had to do it. "Sweetheart, we've been so busy lately. I'm climbing the walls here. I want to have time for each other, and I'll make sure we do, soon." I was avoiding asking. I pushed myself. "Doug works near me and I want to meet him, and fuck him, and cum."

Silence. "Brian?" I was worried that I'd upset him, as our sex life had been on hold.

"I want to listen." he whispered.

"What?"

"Bring your phone, dial my number, and I want to listen."

I was burning up. This got hotter by the minute.

Is: Terry?

Terry: Here.

Is: Can Doug be there at 11:30?

Terry: He'll be there. And sweetie, don't worry about your manners. He's stroking himself just thinking about his and he knows you're in a hurry.

Is: This is very stange. I owe you.

Terry: You don't, but I'll collect none the less. Beautiful Isabelle please fuck the living daylights out of my dear sweet man.

I felt like the lust showed, glowing from every pore. I had to get out of the office. It was 11:15. I avoided I contact with my coworkers, got in my car and headed to the coffee shop. Doug was sitting outside with two iced coffees. He stood as I pulled up and hopped in my car.

I was red with a combination of emarrassement and heat. He suggested a nearby six story parking garage that was rarely used durring the day. I drove to the top. We hardly spoke as we made our way to the fourth level. We had all but the first level to ourselves.

I parked and looked over at Doug. He was smiling. I could see that his cock was rock hard in his pants. It was such a strange situation and I had no idea what to say, so I kissed him. I kissed him hard and passionately. I was as turned on as I can ever remember being. I squeezed his cock and he let out a deep moan. I remembered, I had to call Brian, and there was no discreet way to do it. I pulled out my phone.

Doug laughed, "You need to make a call."

"You are going to make me scream, and Brian is going to listen."

"Doug just smiled at this."

"Hello." Brian answered.

"Is you're hand on your cock?"

"It is."

I set the phone on the dash. "Doug, I'm going to suck your cock until you can't take it, and you're going to finger my cunt until I'm slick and wet, and then you're going to fuck me fast and hard."

"Dough unzipped his pants and pulled out his long hard cock. I took him in my mouth. Doug was soft spoken but he was not a quiet lover. He moaned and uttered, "Oh yeah, oh suck it, suck it." whle I did just as I was told. His hand made it's way up my thighs and he touched me through my panties. He had good strong fingers and I moved my hips forawrd and back, kissing and stroking his cock, licking the tip. Dougs slid his hand inside my panties and I gasped as his fingers parted my lips and slid over my slick cunt.

His fingers were inside of me, my clit pressing against the top of his palm. His cock was hard, his balls taut. He was breathing heavy, "Oh yeah, Oh god yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck." Fuck indeed. I undid his belt, lowered his pants, removed my own panties and stradled him. He pulled the condom out of his coat pocket and slid it down over his cock.

"Fuck me hard Doug, I'm ready to cum." I lowered my self onto his cock, and moved my ass on his lap. He slid right into me and he punded me hard. We were both giving Brian an earfull. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"Oh god, you're so tight. Of fuck. Yes, yes, yes."

I started cumming hard, rolling orgasms swept over me. He kept thrusting his cock into me. I was squeezing him to me and holding on was all I could do. When I felt his finger slid into my ass, the fever pitch erupted. "Oh GOD, Oh GOD!" I was yelling. He moaned long and loud and his cock pulsed as he came. I pushed down, taking his cock all way into my pussy and I held him there. I could feel how tightly I was wrapped around him as little after shocks kept my cunt gripping his cock, my asshole tight around the tip of his finger.

I felt wonderful. I slid off of Doug. And back into the driver seat. I picked up the cell phone. "Hi lover."

"Oh my lord. I came so hard. That sounded intense."

"Yes." I was dazed and out of breath. I had few words to offer.

"You enjoy your glow. I'll see you at home tonight." Brian hung up.

Dough and I giggled a bit as I drove him back to decades. I turned to him as we parked. We both had to get back to our jobs. "Thank you." There had to be a stonger expression to show that grattitude I was feeling.

"Anytime." He smiled and he was off. I took a sip of my iced coffee and made my way back to the office.