Some celebrations are private. Kathy’s takes place in a darkened bedroom, with a glass of wine still warm in her chest and her husband none the wiser.

Personal Trainer Part 1: Kathy’s Corporate Cage, by Mia Sumner

So this is success, Kathy Williams thought to herself. The crystal award felt cold and impersonal in her hands, the weight of it a poor substitute for the warmth she found herself increasingly craving. Cradling it in her arm, she snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, but the bubbles did little to lift the leaden feeling in her chest.

Recognition of her achievements from her colleagues should feel better than this, shouldn’t it? This was what she’d spend the last ten years working towards, and now it seemed… pointless. What did she have to show for it? This tacky looking trophy and a husband who didn’t seem to notice when she stayed late at the office.

Operating on automatic, Kathy circulated amongst the crowd of co-workers, a fake smile plastered on her lips and exchanging meaningless pleasantries as her mind wandered.

A hand slipped under her arm and Kathy broke out of her reverie as Melanie Thompson pulled her away from the latest conversation, a smile on her face.

“Where’s your dish of husband? Don’t tell me he’s not here?”

Kathy shrugged, not wanting to have that conversation with Melanie yet again. Melanie’s lips pursed and Kathy braced herself.

“Did I tell you about Peter?” Melanie asked, lowering her voice.

“Peter, you mean…” Kathy glanced over at where Peter Erikson was regaling a group on his recent project.

“Don’t look.” Melanie hissed. “His wife is here!”

“Wait, you mean… with.”

“Mhm! Naughty weekend. Cabin in the woods. The taste of whisky on his lips.”

“Oh my god Melanie!” Kathy gasped. “You didn’t??”

“Several times. He really knows what he’s doing, if you know what I mean.” Melanie’s voice bubbled with a mixture of amusement and remembered satisfaction. Kathy stared at her in shock. Melanie had always been the more adventurous of the two friends but, with a married man?

“Oh don’t pretend you’ve never even thought about it. A quickie with James maybe? Skirt up, bent over his desk with Richard just a few offices down the hall?” Melanie laughed her voice rich as Kathy’s face grew redder and redder. “You have, haven’t you? He’s a little young for my tastes but, that boyish smile.”

“Melanie… stop! I’m… Richard…”

“Only ever thinks about work.” Melanie sighed. “Live a little sweets!”

The words echoed around Kathy’s head as she opened the door to her comfortable, familiar house. “I’m home.” She announced walking into the living room. Richard glanced over for a moment then back to computer on his lap.

“Hey hon. Awards go well?” He asked. The glow of his laptop illuminated his face, casting harsh shadows that seemed to accentuate the distance between them.

“I won.” Kathy tried to put some enthusiasm in her voice but it sounded flat to her ears.

“Oh… that’s great. Well done.” Richard kept typing. Kathy stood behind the sofa and reached out to run her fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He looked up again. “Sorry hon, I’m going to be a while. I really need to get my response back to the client tonight.”

She watched him for a moment, remembering when she had found this drive to succeed exciting. Wondering when the structure and security that had come to define their relationship had started to feel like a cage.

Turning from him she went through to the dining room and poured herself a large glass of wine. Savoring the fruity flavor as she sipped, that soft warmth as she swallowed, a feeling that spread through her chest.

She could see the back of Richard’s head from here as she took another sip. Would James be ignoring her like this, she wondered? Or would his sandy haired head be busy else where. The warm flush intensified and it wasn’t just from the wine.

Never mind the desk in his office, what about right here? His head between her legs as she sat on the chair. His tongue lapping her pussy with enthusiasm.

“I’m going up to the bedroom.” She announced, her voice a little thicker than usual. Richard just grunted. Gulping the rest of the wine she put the glass down on the table, leaving it for Richard to clean up later.

Only the small bedside lamp illuminated the bedroom, the darkness oddly relaxing to Kathy. She stripped off her work clothes with a quick efficiency, the cool air of the room a contrast to her heated skin.

She slipped, naked, between the sheets, picturing Richard downstairs, working away, oblivious. James body pressing against her, the bulge in his pants unmistakable. His hunger for her intoxicating.

Her hand slipped between her legs under the sheet, moving in familiar patterns, her pussy eager for the touch. In her mind, James pushed her down over the dining room table. Hitching her skirt up, pulling her panties down, his need urgent. The cool wood of the table against her cheek. Her fist to her mouth, stifling a gasp as James thrust his cock into her, taking what he desired. The silence punctuated by Richard’s typing as he tried to finish his important report.

No finesse from James, just hunger and passion. Thrusting into her again and again unable to resist the temptation any longer, not caring if Richard noticed. Kathy biting her knuckles. Every movement sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her want to scream.

Kathy’s fingers danced and circled, rubbing the slick, wet lips of her pussy. Fingers slid in knuckle deep as James face faded from her fantasy. Nameless, faceless cocks fucking her. From behind. On her back. Against the wall. Rough, hard, passionate fucking. Not stopping until they were satisfied. Replaced by another and another.

She moaned, he wouldn’t hear, fingers pumping in and out of her hungry pussy. Her free hand cupped and squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple. Her award caught her eye. Sitting on top of the bookcase as she plunged a third finger inside herself, stretching her pussy, filling it.

She came with a shuddering groan her body tensing and relaxing in waves, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin. As she relaxed in the bed, she wondered what had triggered that. Masturbation was a regular companion, but the fantasies and intensity, that was different.

Sleep came before she could answer.

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