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</div>My legs tremble as I struggle to stay upright, practically collapsed against the door as Mistress rides my thigh to her own climax.  Not imagining I can feel any more pleasure without my heart bursting in wanton lust and affection, Mistress reminds me just how unfulfilling what passed for my life before today has been.  Your kisses, your touches, your fingers thrusting into my soaking wet cunt, each thrust stoking my passion until it burns white hot inside of me.  The only thing keeping me on my feet is my desire not to displease this goddess who has claimed me.  I know not what I have done to deserve such divine attention, but I accept such grace without question.<br/><br/>As the bliss of our mutual climaxes finally begins to fade, I am left panting as if having run a marathon, a slight glisten of perspiration on my chest and cleavage.  My breasts slightly pink from mashing against Mistress'.  My world has contracted to nothing more than the small space between Mistress and I, she has become the center of my universe.  The office workers outside, my husband among them, even my own daughters are temporarily forgotten as I bathe in the glow of Mistress' last surge of pleasure and feel her climax run down my thigh as if baptizing me in her glory.  It is almost too much to behold, I feel my heart may stop in my chest as I watch that beautiful face, disbelieving I can possibly be the source of such pleasure.<br/><br/>I taste my arousal from your fingers then more kisses as we savor each other, hoping this moment will never end.  I nod readily as you tell me we shall do this again, and often, as how could I deny myself or my goddess such a wish?  I nod obediently at your instructions despite the agony I feel at being dismissed even with the promise of more.  My undergarments hardly a worthy sacrifice but cheerfully given as I leave them be as I pull my off the rack dress back on my still quivering body.  My nipples protrude obviously from the material without my bra, my pussy still dripping wet from arousal.<br/><br/>I watch coyly as Mistress dresses, her every motion a study in grace and beauty that I couldn't hope to emulate.  Why this goddess finds even the slightest interest in me is beyond my comprehension, it is as if a dream I know I am doomed to awake from in the morning.<br/><br/>I smile like an excited school girl when Mistress calls me "Dove" for the first time and I hope not the last.  "I do Mistress."  I say as if suddenly realizing I am being addressed by my goddess.<br/><br/>I straighten my dress though it is beyond wrinkled, my unsupported breasts jiggling with each step of my still unsteady feet as I head out of the office and the sudden realization I do indeed have a husband.  I do not even try to hide the look of sheer sexual satisfaction as I open the door.  It is impossible to try and pretend that everyone in this room didn't have a pretty damn good idea of what has been going on inside Mistress' office.  But I do as I have been told and do not acknowledge anything.  While I manage to mask most of my feelings of sexual satisfaction, my look of disappointment as my eyes fall upon my husband is clearly seen.<br/><br/>"Take me home."  I tell Jack as I reach his desk, despite the fact that my car is here as well.  I don't trust myself to drive in the state Mistress has left me.  I stick to the script on the way home, 'matters that didn't concern him' was my reply.  The scent of sex is unmistakable as I tell my husband to make dinner when we get home.  I go up to our room, I shower and change clothes not ready to face my daughters smelling of another woman just yet.  Nothing special, just sweats, looking as unattractive for my husband as possible.  I know him well enough to sense his arousal and do not look forward to sleeping in the same bed as him for the first time since we married.