Deceit

I was sitting at my desk, working on a case. She walked in and sat down right in front of me. Neither of us said a word. She watched as I continued on my work and I began to feel a bit uncomfortable.

‘Why are you here?’ I asked, to which she just smiled seductively.

My phone beeped, ‘Mr Walker, I have your wife out here!’ Marian, my assistant, said in her southern drawl.

I looked at Emma. Her face was the mirror image of my own…shocked and panicked!

‘Get under the desk!’ I ordered. It took her a minute to register what I was saying but she managed the task just as my wife, Geraldine, walked in.

‘I’m sorry to bother you at work dear,’ Geraldine said in her posh British accent that she picked up in boarding school. She had two coffees and a paper bag in her hands. ‘I thought you might like a spot of lunch!’

I smiled, trying with all my might to not look guilty of anything.

‘Thanks babes, but you couldn’t have come at a more awkward time!’ I said readjusting my chair so that it wasn’t so obvious that Emma was down there.

‘But I also brought dessert!’ Geraldine smiled her cheeky grin and took off her trench coat. She dropped it purposefully as she was wearing a slutty nurses outfit, the one she knew was my favourite, and bent down to pick it up.

How could I resist her ample bosom and tight ass? I began to get hard, something Emma noticed. She put her hands on my ankles and I could feel them rise up my legs until they hit the millennium falcon, releasing what I was finding very hard to contain.

‘You are a naughty boy Mr Walker,’ Geraldine said with authority, ‘a naughty boy indeed!’

I smiled as Emma began to lick the millennium falcon with her tongue.

I found myself between a rock and a hard place…literally. My wife being the rock and the millennium falcon being the hard place. What was I to do? I couldn’t stand up! I couldn’t shoo my beautiful wife of thirteen years away either.

In the end I asked in a squeaky voice as Emma had just playfully bitten the star ship, ‘what’s in the brown bag?’

‘Well my dearest husband,’ she said and bent over dramatically, showing me that she was in crotchless panties, ‘I brought for you a burger from that place you like across the road from the new pizzeria.

Man did I like that place! ‘Well I said, ‘shall we eeeet?’ Emma had just boarded the ship.

Geraldine brought over a chair and sat directly across from me. I kept wishing that Emma would do it quietly. To make sure there was no sound from under the desk I asked Alexa to turn on the air conditioner.

‘I’m so hot for you right now!’ I felt Emma get a little adventurous her head was moving like she was bobbing for apples at Halloween.

‘Really?’ Geraldine asked.

‘Of course!’ I smiled at her.

She bent over the desk and kissed me seductively, biting my bottom lip as out lips parted.

‘Ooooohhhh yea!’ I said as I was close to opening the landing bay doors and sending all of the hundreds of thousand shuttles out into the world.

Geraldine smiled and handed me the burger. Emma started laying it on thick. I began to open the paper the burger came in and Geraldine produced some ketchup and mayonnaise dips.

‘Oooooohhhh yea! I cried again, abandoning the burger and gripping the sides of the desk firmly.

I have no idea what Geraldine was doing but once I saw the ketchup dripping onto her massive breasts………that was all she wrote.

‘Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!’ I said, my eyes rolled back with pleasure. I have to hand it to the girl, Emma gives great blow jobs. I was spent. Pleasure flowed through my veins like it was attached to each of the blood vessels. I was relaxed, my smile spanning from New York to California.

‘Already!’ Geraldine asked disappointed.

I was very self-aware that Emma was still under the desk.

I ate the greasy delicious burger with bacon and cheese on top in almost silence.

‘You don’t seem chatty!’ my wife pointed out

I felt like saying, ‘well if your mistress had just blown you under the table, you wouldn’t be either!’ but I didn’t. I kept whatever energy I had gotten from the burger in the knowledge that your wife or thirteen years does not come to your office with your favourite burger in crotchless panties to just eat the burger.

Geraldine got up and began to take all the items off of my desk as she had a touch of OCD and had a panic attack the last time, we just threw everything on the floor. I sat and watched as Emma began to warm me up again, no matter how many times I tried to push her head away.

‘Taaadaa!’ Geraldine said once she had the brown wooden desk with a red panel in the middle that contained a tiled mosaic. She went to come to me but instead, not wanting for her to see Emma, I walked over to her. She noticed that the millennium falcon was set in motion and kissed me, softly at first but then she turned on the heat.

As we lay, side by side, on the very old desk, both out of breath, both absolutely spent, I leaned over to kiss her forehead and said, ‘you’re the best Emma!’

‘What?’ Geraldine sat bolt upright. ‘Whose Emma?’

‘Oh,’ I said trying to figure a way out of this without doing too much damage. ‘I was just trying a new pet name for you!’…...’good save’ I said to myself.

Geraldine asked me again, this time with more conviction, ‘who…is…Emma?’ she insisted.

‘I am!’

My heart sunk, it was like a ten-ton weight dropped in my stomach, there was no way I could save this!

‘Have you been down there all that time?’ Geraldine asked her.

‘Yes!’ and she wagged her finger at me as she got off her knees saying that she thought my marriage to Geraldine was practically over.

‘Practically over?’ Geraldine pipped up. ‘No it bloody isn’t! We have three kids together. She turned to me, ‘did she blow you as I was giving you the burger?’

‘I did!’ Emma piped up. She stood tall, her pregnancy bump exaggerated by her tight black dress.

Geraldine gasped, placing her hands to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears.

‘Is that yours?’ she asked as I fixed my pants, now pointing to the protruding bump.

My silence said it all. I bowed my head in shame and Emma didn’t help the situation.

‘HE sure is!’ she smiled. ‘I’m finally giving him something he ached for…a son!’

Geraldine looked over at me, then to Emma, and back to me again. She spat in my face before picking up the trench coat from the floor and wrapping it around her leaving my office, slamming the door shut as she went.

Emma lent her bum on the empty desk and said, ‘well at least she knows!’

I was so angry that I felt fire rushing through my veins. Had I been a cartoon character, steam would have been coming out of my ears.

 

When I went home there were three suitcases by the door and a note. It read:

 

You cheating scumbag, we had a plan that day when we exchanged rings, and you betray me with a younger, sexier woman. I’m sorry I hadn’t given you a son, but the main reason I came to your office today donning your favourite outfit was to tell you that I’m pregnant. So now you have three kids and two on the way…. good luck paying the alimony!

 

I was shocked. Geraldine was pregnant? I was gobsmacked. By the look of her letter, I decided to leave her be for now and approach her on a day she didn’t want to kill me. I put the three cases in the car and drove over to Emma’s. Her annoying flatmate Barbara was there. I was just caught red handed by my wife that in was sleeping with my best friends receptionist.

It wasn’t until that moment that her youth shone through, ‘do you want the chicken or mushroom pot noodle?’ she asked. My heart sank…how could I have been so stupid!! She looked at me sideways wanting to know, ‘chicken please,’ I said with a heavy heart. It was like being in a fraternity house! People were coming and going as they pleased, bumping into each other as they went.

Once the water was in the pot noodle, Emma handed it to me and led me upstairs. Her bedroom, which was on the third floor was littered with clothes. It reminded me of my eleven-year-olds bedroom. ‘How could I have let this happen!’ I thought deeply. Emma threw all the clothes that were on her single bed onto the floor and patted the side of the bed with her hand, indicating me to sit. I handed her the pot noodle and said, ‘I can’t do this!’ and left the house as quickly as possible.

I went back to the home I had bought alongside my wife and pounded aimlessly on the door wanting to respect her boundaries by not using my key. Eventually she answered.

‘Can we talk?’