I am twenty-six years old. After graduating from university, I spent four years working at my father's company. This year, as my father retired to enjoy his golden years, he handed the reins of the business over to me. The company is filled with veteran employees, one of whom is Mrs. Huang. She used to be my father’s secretary and is incredibly capable, having been with the firm for over fifteen years. I used to come by the office to play often when she was a twenty-one-year-old girl; she has watched me grow up, transitioning from a young girl to a mature woman herself. Now, she is about thirty-six. She is married with two daughters, and her husband is a teacher—a man who is somewhat old-fashioned and conservative. While Mrs. Huang might not be a traditional beauty, she was quite lovely in her youth, and now she has the look of a slightly plump, working housewife. However, having birthed two children, her figure is magnificent; she is lush and curvaceous, possessing a powerful, mature feminine allure. In stark contrast to her husband, her style of dress is incredibly sexy. She loves wearing skirt suits, thin silk blouses, shimmering pantyhose in various colors, and high heels to the office. Her massive 38D breasts, combined with the fact that she never fastens the top three buttons of her blouses, have made her the constant object of my sexual fantasies since my youth.
It seemed as though Mrs. Huang knew exactly how much I lusted after her heavy breasts, for she frequently wore low-cut, sheer dresses that made it easy for me to glimpse the style of the bras she wore. She often chose bras made of very thin material, which failed to fully conceal her prominent nipples. Through her blouse and the thin lace of her bra, I could often catch a faint, tantalizing glimpse of her deep coffee-colored nipples.
At the office, Mrs. Huang often gave me opportunities to ogle her. Sometimes, while speaking to me, she would deliberately lean over, offering a view deep into her plunging cleavage. Other times, she would "accidentally" drop something, prompting me to help her pick it up. As she bent down, she would reveal her bra, and then, using the excuse that it was inconvenient to bend over in a short skirt, she would pull her hemline higher and spread her legs, exposing her silver-grey silky pantyhose and lace panties to my eyes. Occasionally, as she passed me, she would purposefully brush her heavy breasts against my arm... leaving me needing to rush to the men's restroom to ejaculate just to find some peace.
Once, when we were the only two in the office, Mrs. Huang took advantage of the moment while I was using the photocopier. She walked into the small copying room, claiming she needed to print something as well. The room was cramped, and she deliberately rubbed her large breasts against my back, sending a jolt of arousal through me. When I turned around, her massive breasts pressed firmly against my chest. She looked at me with a wanton, lustful gaze, and then used the back of her hand to stroke my erect penis. Losing all restraint, I immediately reached out to cup her heavy breasts through her blouse, unbuttoning them to gaze at and scent her bra. The bra she wore that day was semi-transparent; even through the fabric, her deep coffee-colored nipples were clearly visible. As I reached a hand in to touch her, her nipples—already large—hardened instantly under my friction. They poked sharply against the fabric, and as I continued to knead them, she couldn't help but let out a low moan.
Mrs. Huang was clearly becoming aroused. As she helped me slide her bra off, her massive 38D breasts spilled out—two heavy globes with large, deep coffee-colored areolas. She whispered that her nipples and areolas were so dark because she loved having men suck on them and fondle her breasts; she admitted to frequently seeking out different men to pleasure her in this way, claiming each man provided a different sensation. She wanted to know how my technique compared. Driven by her desire, she pressed her bra against my face, urging me to smell it to heighten my excitement.
Unable to resist her provocations, I gripped one of her heavy breasts and took her turgid, protruding nipple into my mouth, sucking with great force. I was finally, truly, tasting the woman of my fantasies, able to feast upon her massive 38D breasts with my hands and mouth.
Her breasts were truly enormous; a single hand could barely contain them. I loved the sensation of her heavy flesh and those large, dark nipples. There was a profound sense of satisfaction in sucking them, and she murmured that the sensation was incredibly pleasurable for her as well. She told me how much she loved the feeling of my hands on her and the way I inhaled the scent of her discarded bra.
While I was busy fondling her and sucking her nipples, she was just as bold. She unzipped my trousers and pulled out my eight-inch, thick, erect penis. The glans was large and rounded, like a child's fist, pulsing rhythmically. She gasped at the sight, licking her lips with a small, pink tongue. "So powerful," she breathed. "It's twice the size of my husband's. You're a real man!" She then pulled up her short skirt and gripped my shaft, pressing it against her crotch through her silver-grey silky pantyhose. She rubbed the head of my penis against her labia and clitoris, and then, reaching inside her own pantyhose, she began to stroke me manually. She then used her fingers to spread her labia, pressing my glans against her vaginal opening through the silk. In essence, we were having sex through the thin barrier of her hosiery.
But Mrs. Huang was a woman possessed by a deep sexual hunger, and the friction through the silk was not enough to satisfy her. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She demanded that I slide my entire length inside her for real, begging me to quench her thirst. She turned her back to me, slid off her silver-grey pantyhose, and handed them to me to smell, knowing it would drive me wild. Then, she bent over, arching her hips high, completely exposing her lush, hair-covered mound. Her labia were dark and thick, and her vaginal opening was already gaping and slick with abundant arousal fluid. The thought of pressing against her firm, rounded buttocks and driving into her from behind was almost too much to bear.
Turning back to look at my eight-inch cock with hungry eyes, she urged me to enter her. I gripped my shaft and rubbed the glans against her labia and clitoris one last time, making her moan uncontrollably. Driven by her cries, I used the head of my penis to part her labia and slowly began to slide into her. As she felt the tip entering her, she lost all control, crying out in ecstasy.
She reached back to press her hands against my buttocks, telling me that just the tip wasn't enough—she needed to feel the full length of me to be satisfied. I, too, craved the sensation of her tight walls squeezing my entire length. Her labia had been pushed aside, leaving her entrance completely exposed. With one powerful thrust, my entire eight-inch shaft buried itself deep inside her.
Despite having two children, her vagina felt incredibly tight. Perhaps it was because of my sheer size, but she seemed to be struggling even as she enjoyed it. As I pulled back, her walls gripped me with a desperate suction, and as I thrust back in, the tight ridges of her vagina wrapped snugly around me. Deciding to forgo the withdrawal, I kept my entire length buried inside her, grinding my pelvis hard against her buttocks. My hands worked her heavy breasts simultaneously, making her nipples harden once more. She gasped, telling me she had never experienced a man fucking her from behind quite like this; she was completely undone. Seeing her in such a lewd state, combined with the intense stimulation of her tight grip and her heavy breasts, I felt the climax rushing toward me.
I whispered to her that I was close, and Mrs. Huang urged me not to hold back. She demanded every single drop of my semen, telling me she wanted it all inside her—not a single drop to be wasted. Because I was buried deep within her without withdrawing, the thought of my seed hitting the very depths of her womb sent waves of pleasure through me.
As I feasted on her breasts and kneaded them, my hips worked in a frantic rhythm. I flipped her over so she was pressed against the office desk, her breasts deforming under the weight. From behind, I drove into her with deep, powerful thrusts, the sound of my pelvis slapping against her thick buttocks filling the room. After five minutes of intense pounding from behind, we moved to the floor, where she took the lead. Watching her massive 38D breasts bouncing wildly as she rode me was almost too much. Just as the explosion was imminent, Mrs. Huang, ever the experienced wife, sensed my release. "Don't pull out," she whispered. She was so selfless, so eager to take it all.
Encouraged by her, I decided to let loose deep inside her. As the climax hit, my penis throbbed violently inside her, pulsing out thick, heavy jets of semen. Heaving with pleasure, my shaft twitched and bucked inside her dozens of times. As I came, I knew she was climaxing too; she was so overwhelmed by the sensation that she could no longer make a sound. Each time a jet of semen hit her, her vaginal walls clamped down on me with incredible force, as if she were trying to suck every last drop out of me.
Even after the initial release, my penis remained hard, and her vagina continued to twitch and pulse around me. Instead of pulling out, I stayed buried within her, savoring the afterglow while continuing to caress her heavy breasts and nipples. As she drifted in the pleasure of my touch, she whispered, asking if it felt good to come inside her.
Because her insides were flooded with my semen and her own slick juices, my penis slid out easily once it finally softened. The moment she saw it, Mrs. Huang opened her mouth and took the softened head into her mouth, using her tongue to lick the remaining semen from the glans, swallowing every bit. She then sat on the desk with her legs spread wide, using her fingers to part her labia so she could show me the evidence. Her vaginal opening was brimming with my seed; she had truly taken a great deal. As she squeezed her muscles, the semen began to overflow and trickle down her thighs. Having realized that her sheer stockings and lacy bras were the keys to my desire, she continued to cater to my every fetish. Every day at the office became a whirlwind of passion; Mrs. Huang had truly become my secret, lustful office wife.