Lockdown has everyone’s temperature running high…

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Sandra stopped typing as Joshua’s voice rose in the next room.

“That is an unacceptable outcome. We need to do more to ensure the continuation of this business, and your half-assed attitude is not helping matters.”

Wow. He’d broken out of his professional conflict resolution skills and fallen into this.

It was the first time Sandra had heard her husband lose his temper the entire two weeks he’d been working from home.

Surprised it hasn’t happened earlier. Being cooped up in the same four walls day in day out wasn’t fun. They couldn’t even leave the apartment, even with the proviso for exercise there were too many people about, and with Sandra’s asthma she didn’t want to risk it.

She glanced back at her own work and sighed. Working from home was not her preferred way to work, either, but with this virus flying around the world it was too risky not to.

“Time for a drink.” She pushed away from her desk and crossed the open-space living area to flick the kettle, but then her gaze fell on the half-full wine bottle.

“What the heck.” She pulled a glass from the cupboard and filled it, taking a sip as her husband’s voice boomed from his office.

He needed to relax.

Drinking a larger mouthful she crossed the room, releasing the knot holding her silk dressing gown closed.

She hadn’t seen any point in getting dressed if she wasn’t leaving the house, and now she was glad she hadn’t. Beneath she wore only knickers, and the gown caught on her breasts, leaving a suggestive opening.

She opened the door to Joshua’s office, and leaned against the door-frame, taking a sip of wine as her husband’s head tilted up to look at her, his eyes widening.

He fixed his gaze back on his screen. “Sorry, what was that? There was a lag in the connection.”

The person on the other end spoke again, as Sandra walked towards Joshua’s desk.

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded at the screen as he took notes.

He slid the paper across the table.

What are you doing?

Sandra set her glass on his desk and scribbled a note back.

Helping you relax.

He frowned, and she winked, and crawled under the table.

“Right. That’s fine, but I don’t see — “

His employee argued back, as Sandra undid her husband’s belt and pulled down the zip on his pants.

He batted her hand away, but she persisted, rubbing his cock through his underwear. It didn’t take long for him to get hard, and she pulled on his underpants so he could bounce free.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, but the action just pulled her closer and she opened her mouth wide to wrap it around the head of his cock.

He groaned, and everything fell silent.

Sandra heard a muffled, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He gasped as she relaxed her throat, taking more of him.

“Are you sure?”

Her husband cleared his throat. “Yes. Sure. Fine. Just a little light headed all of a sudden.”

Sandra released his cock, and shifted slightly so she could trail her tongue up one side and down the other. Joshua shifted in his seat, releasing her hands so he could instead run his fingers through her hair.

She grinned. He didn’t need much convincing.

She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, flicking at the underside just the way he liked it.

“Mm-hmm.”

She doubted he was actually listening to his employee anymore, but he was doing a damn good job at pretending. She covered his cock again. He gasped, and she began to bob up and down.

“Sorry.” His voice was strained. “I’ll have to cut this meeting short.”

There was a tap on the keyboard, and he slumped in his chair, his gaze on her for the first time.

“You’re wicked.” He gasped again as she ran her teeth gingerly over his foreskin, and then resumed bobbing up and down on his cock, her gaze holding his.

“That’s amazing.”

His cock twitched, a full load of cum covering her tongue and the back of her throat, and she swallowed, licking him clean. She pressed her body against his to squirm out from underneath his desk.

“You’ve got a smile on your face now. Much better than the shouty voice I heard through the walls.”

He laughed. “If that’s how you want to fix my shouty voice, you’re welcome to help me out anytime.”

She smirked. “Oh, I will.”

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*This story was first published in The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette

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