Distraction ~ Ignite Story

It was a Monday, but I had chosen to work from my home office. The kids were in school, and my wife was off that day, cleaning around the house while I worked. I was prepping for an important conference call, going through reports and compiling some notes I wanted to bring up during the meeting. Occasionally, I heard her moving stuff around in the kitchen while she dusted.

About 10 minutes before my call was to begin, I went to get some water and a quick snack. My wife was scrubbing down the counter, wearing a T-shirt and her cleaning-day yoga pants.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I said. “My call starts in a few minutes, but is there anything I can help you with real quick beforehand? It’s probably going to take 45 minutes or an hour.”

“No. I should be done in here pretty soon,” she replied. “I do need to dust in your office still.”

I nodded. “Well, feel free to come in during the call if you want.”

“You sure it wouldn’t distract you?”

“No, of course not,” I assured her. “It’ll be fine. I don’t mind.”

“Okay, great. I’ve almost finished here.”  She gave the counter a final swipe then stepped closer and laid a hand on my chest. “I’ve got to check the laundry, and then I’ll clean the office. I promise to be quiet.”

“Love you, babe.” I leaned in and gave her a kiss.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Love you back.”

About ten minutes into the conference call, as I was delivering some of my notes to my boss, my wife came into the office. I didn’t look up right away.

“I know we are below target for this quarter, but I’ve got some ideas of where we can make it up… yep… right… I just sent you the file.” While my boss reviewed what I sent him, some of my other co-workers made comments. I again heard her behind me moving things around the shelf while dusting. Instinctively I turned my head to look at her for a moment. She had her back to me, just going about her business. I think I did one of those double takes; I looked back again immediately when what she was wearing sunk into my consciousness.

She no longer wore the yoga pants and T-shirt. Now she had on a light blue wide-neck shirt tied up around her bustline that exposed her bare back and abs. Below that, she had on cut off jean shorts which gave me a clear view of her luscious ass hanging out the bottom. I sat there, stunned and entranced by her inviting curves moving about.

“You there?” I heard from the phone. I snapped out of my trance and turned my attention back to the phone call.

“Yes! Yes, sorry. Umm, yeah, could you say that one more time? I think my phone was breaking up for a moment there.” I carried on the conversation, turning my head every chance I could get to check out my sexy wife.

She just kept cleaning around the office like nothing was out of the ordinary. She never looked at me during this, as if she had no idea what she was doing to me. Obviously, she was up to something, but there I was stuck on this business call. All I could do was look at her and try my best to carry on a normal conversation.

At one point, she stopped to get a new dusting cloth from the box on the floor by the office door. She bent over at the hip and paused there to adjust the cloth to fit it onto the dusting wand. Her position gave me a full view of her sexy ass barely covered by those shorts, a fact which I both loved and loathed at the moment. It became clear to me that she had no panties on. My heart beat a little faster than normal, and I could feel my dick starting to harden. For some reason, I was also very conscious of my palms now beginning to sweat as I start fantasizing about all the things I would like to be doing right now if I were not stuck on this call.

She moved to the corner to dust the pictures on the wall. When she got to the bookshelf, she got down on the floor to dust underneath. (Thinking back, this was clearly a purposeful maneuver because she usually uses the vacuum to get underneath there.) I had a perfect side profile view of her on her elbows and knees, ass up in the air, breasts wrapped in that shirt and swaying under her. My gaze locked on her, and I barely understood anything said on the phone that I still held to my ear. I wanted so badly to hang up.

Finally, while still on all fours, she turned her eyes to me and caught me staring. She gave me a sly smile and teasingly swayed her hips.

I mouthed to her, “I thought you said you wouldn’t distract me?”

Her sexy lips moved silently. “I said I would be quiet.” She raised up on her knees, giving me a full view of her front. Above her shorts and her sexy abs, a knot tied the blue shirt up under her breasts. Its low cut v-neck allowed me a grand view of her breasts wrapped tightly together with no sign of a bra underneath. She teased me some more by pushing them up with her hands then letting them drop so that they gently bounced.

I had to reach between my legs to adjust my pants as they became noticeably constricting.

“How much longer?” she mouthed to me.

“I don’t know, maybe five or ten minutes?” I replied quietly.  “Yes,” I said aloud, snapping back to respond to the voice on the phone. “That sounds good. I think we can make that work. Do we think this is a good time to break and we can discuss logistics this afternoon?” I wanted this call to be over. But then I sank deeper into my chair. “Yes, we can discuss that now.” This call probably had a good 15 minutes left to go now. I turned longingly to my wife.

She stood up, shrugged, and walked over to me. While the phone remained attached to my ear, I reached out with my free hand and grazed my hand up her legs to grab a handful of that sexy supple butt hanging out of her shorts. She leaned over and gave me a slow kiss on the lips. Then she moved in close to my ear and whispered, “Hurry up.” She stood back up, reversed out of my butt grip, and started toward the door.

I sat there staring at her ass twisting back and forth, cursing all my coworkers for imprisoning me in this never-ending call. She stopped at the door. Knowing I was looking at her, she untied her shirt, pulled it up over her head, and dropped it behind her. She took a few steps out the door then stopped again. Still not looking back, she unbuttoned her shorts and, with her thumbs hooked in the sides, pushed them down past her hips. Bending at her hips again, she slid them the rest of the way down her legs, then stood up and stepped out of them. As I watched longingly, my gorgeous, completely naked wife walked away out of sight.

I couldn’t see her, but it sounded like she was still in the living room. I pushed back my chair to get a better view and saw her lying back across the couch. Her eyes closed as her hands wandered over her body. She caressed from her stomach up to her breasts. Slowly she circled her nipples before gently teasing them to full attention.

Then she opened her eyes and turned to face me. With her eyes locked on mine, she massaged her breasts, breathing deeply in and out. I helplessly sat there listening to my boss drone on about the meeting last week — I didn’t know or care what he was saying, at this point. Looking directly at me, she licked her fingers up and down then began a slow massage of her pussy. When she started to feel the pleasure building, she closed her eyes again and focused on her task at hand. While she continued her self-pleasure, I could only watch this beautiful, erotic sight and half-heartedly respond to questions on the call.

I noticed when she started picking up the pace. She must be getting close, I thought. My eyes had not parted from her once.

She opened her eyes to see me gazing back at her. Then she turned her body slightly and spread her legs more, giving me a full view of her dripping wet pussy.

My face felt warm and flushed. I silently said to her, “Keep going.”

She nodded and started rubbing faster. Her breathing grew heavier. I could only hope that she was far enough away that no one on the call could pick it up. Her breasts heaved up and down, and she started rocking her pelvis as she built ever closer to her imminent release.

Then it hit her! She let out a small but loud gasp before she could stop herself. She cummed hard and still did her best to hold to her word and be quiet. I took it all in as her breathing slowed down. She looked at me and quietly mouthed again, “How much longer?”

I shrugged. I had no way to tell how much longer the call could go on. People kept going off on tangents, hijacking the agenda.

She put her feet back to the floor, stood up, and walked in my direction. As she moved right in front of me, I could smell her dripping post-climax sex, and it fueled my raging hard-on. She leaned in and put her lips to my free ear, whispering, “I’m not waiting anymore.”

Kneeling in front of me, she started working my belt open. Then she released the button of my pants and slid my zipper open, finally giving my cock room to breathe. She reached for my waist and tugged my pants down along with my boxers. My dick sprang free at full attention. Wasting no further time, she wrapped her hands around it, followed by her lips. Someone on the call was talking market strategy, and there I sat with my pants around my ankles getting a blowjob from my sexy naked wife. She moved up and down my shaft eagerly, generously spreading her saliva all over.

She had other plans in mind, though. After she got my dick nice and slick, she stood up, turned around, and pushed her ass back toward my lap.

Right at that moment, my boss asked for my comments on the current discussion.

I started talking, “We have to keep in mind that if we divert resources from” — she guided my cock to her wet pussy and started pushing herself down on to me —  “…um…. our top accounts we run the risk of losing some business in the last quarter.”

“Everything alright?” my boss asked. “You sound winded or something.”

My wife continued bouncing her ass on my lap, slowly riding up and down my cock. “Yep! I’m good! But I think we need to break for lunch now.”

Never stopping, my wife turned her head around to me, smiling in approval. Then she started going faster! She already had me worked up; if she kept that up, I’d explode. And she knew it. I started trying to wrap up quickly.

“Yeah, uh huh, no problem. We’ll talk soon. Mm-hmm.” At that point, I found myself unable to hold it back any longer. I cut to silence, as I cummed hard, instinctively thrusting up into her. I pushed, shot after shot of my hot cum filling her pussy.

Then I fell back into my chair. “Okay, bye.” And finally, I hung up. My wife squeezed her pussy around my dick a few times to milk me dry, then lay back against me.

We sat there basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, saying nothing. I caressed her voluptuous curves until she finally broke the silence.

“That was fun.”

“A very welcome distraction,” I laughed in reply.