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Besides, it wasn’t a junior manager’s position to go against his boss’s wishes. It was just a coffee.
“Um. OK,” I said. “I’ll, um, see you in bed.”
If they heard me, they gave no indication of it, once more engaged in conversation, my wife fussing with her hair and giggling once more at his witty repartee.
With a last worried look at my wife’s petite, svelte figure, leaning forward toward my boss’s powerful frame, I stood and made my way back up to our room.
Stop being so stupid, I told myself as I showered and prepared for bed. I trusted my wife, didn’t I? Yes. And besides, it was good for her to let her hair down now and again. Work kept me very busy, and I hadn’t been paying her the attention she deserved.
I really should show her how much I appreciated her, I reflected. I mean, when was the last time we’d made love? I could barely remember. Work kept me so busy, and I’d often return too tired to do much more than stare dumbly at the TV.
I slipped under the covers. I’d wait for her to get back before sleeping, I told myself, as my eyelids drooped tiredly.
I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew, I was awakening to the sound of the hotel room door quietly opening.
What time was it? The bedside table alarm clock showed three a.m. Three a.m.? Where had she been all this time?
I prepared to push myself up and question her. Something stopped me, however. Instead, I remained motionless in the bed.
Kara moved quietly across the room as if fearful of waking me, slipping out of her clothes just as quietly and sliding under the covers.
Still, I made no sound. She slipped an arm over my bare chest and snuggled her face into the crook of my shoulder. Her breathing slowly became deep and regular as sleep took her.
Sleep was harder to come for me, though. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like her hair might be slightly damp. As if she had recently showered. And again, I couldn’t be sure, but was there just a hint of a smell of shampoo in the hair. I was sure I hadn’t smelt that particular scent earlier.
“Morning, sleepy head,” came her voice as I blearily rubbed my eyes. “Hurry up. The coach is leaving soon.”
Of course. It was time to leave. I looked at my wife. She was dressed casually, unlike last night. Skintight jeans and a tight white t-shirt highlighted every swell and curve of her sensuous body.
God, she looked amazing. I really was a lucky man.
My stomach flipped nervously though, as I recalled the events of the previous night.
“I must have fallen asleep,” I said casually. “What time did you come in?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied absentmindedly as she applied bright red lipstick to her plump, pouty lips. “It can’t have been too late.”
It had been three o’clock, I remembered. But it was easy for time to get away from people. In the bright light of morning, my previous fears seemed irrational. I must have imagined the damp hair and the smell of shampoo. The whole thing was ridiculous.
I did, however, make a mental note to make an attempt to give her the attention she deserved in future.
I quickly showered and, after a quick breakfast, dragged our luggage to the pick-up point for the long drive back to the city.
“Oh, look,” said Kara brightly, smoothing down the material of her tshirt so that it clung even tighter to her full breasts. “It’s Philip.”
I noticed as she did so, that she was once more bra-less. What had gotten into her? I wondered again with worry.
“Hi, Philip,” she called out with a tiny wave of her hand.
Philip answered with a smile as he strolled through the lobby. He wore slacks, expensive work shoes, and a white shirt open at the neck to display a tanned neck. His thick, lustrous black hair was carefully groomed, and a small smile played on his lips.
As always, he had a confident, almost-arrogant air to him. And why not? Young, handsome and the boss of one of the largest companies in the city. He had it all. And, if there was anything more he wanted, he merely had to take it.
A small shot of adrenaline ran through my veins as I realized the truth of my thoughts. Anythinghewanted.What if he wanted my wife?
My worry increased as he walked towards us.
“Oh. He’s coming here,” said my wife excitedly as she fussed with her hair. She gripped my hand tightly as he drew close.
“Paul,” he greeted me in his deep, authoritative voice. “I trust you caught up with your beauty sleep.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered politely. But what had happened when I had been sleeping? Why hadn’t I asked my wife? It was because I feared the answer, I realized. There was no way I was leaving her alone again.
“Did you sleep well, Kara?” he asked pleasantly.
Was there a hint of mirth in his voice? As if they were sharing a secret?
“Very well, Philip,” Kara answered primly. “I really was very tired.”
My boss’s smile grew just a little wider.
“We really should get going, Sir,” I said, noting with relief that people were boarding the coach.
“Nonsense, man,” he replied in a gruff voice. “You two can ride back with me.”
Before I could protest, Kara was voicing her thanks.
“Oh, thank you, Philip,” she said. “That’s very kind of you.”
“Perhaps we should…” I began weakly before Philip cut me off.
“Get your bags, Paul,” he commanded brusquely. “The car’s over here.”
He strode off with Kara at his side as I struggled after them with our bags.
His car was a fancy European model, shiny and new. I regarded it with admiration. Maybe one day I’d be able to afford one like this.
“Ever been in one of these, Paul?” he asked, patting the low roof.
“Um, no, Sir,” I responded.
“You’re in for a treat then. Pop in.”
I opened the passenger door, looking a the soft leather with appreciation.
My boss reached an arm in front of me to push the seat forwards.
“You’d better get in the back, Paul,” he said. “With the luggage. Your pretty wife and I didn’t get to finish our conversation.”
I remembered the glow of the alarm clock as it spelled out the time: 3:00 a.m.. If they hadn’t been talking, what had they been doing? I looked at my wife, who was waiting patiently for me to clamber into the backseat with our luggage. She smiled back at me happily as I searched her face for any sign of subterfuge. I found none. Was I worrying about nothing?
“Yes, Sir,” I answered meekly as I bent to maneuver myself into the back seat.
I say seat, but it was more of a narrow bench. I perched there uncomfortably among the bags as my wife and my boss settled themselves comfortably in the front seats.
Music filled my ears from powerful speakers, making it impossible to hear any conversation coming from the front.
He drove quickly and confidently, handling the powerful engine with ease. We reached the city within hours. As we approached our house, he killed the music.
I didn’t mention that I knew the exact time she had crept quietly into our room. Nor did I mention the fact that her hair had, just possibly, been damp.
She gave me an appraising look before speaking.
“What exactly is it you’re asking me, Paul?” she asked, her eyes fixed on my face.
“I… um…”
She waited patiently. I couldn’t say the words.
“I don’t know,” I finally managed to splutter helplessly.
Her face relaxed, and she stepped closer to me, raising a hand to stroke my face gently.
“Why can’t you just be happy, Paul?” she asked softly. “It looks like you’re going to get a promotion. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
“Well, yes,” I answered uncertainly. “It’s just…”
“It’s just what, baby?” she asked, stepping still closer to push her lush body to mine. “If you want to ask me something, now’s the time.”
The feel of her firm, lithe body pressed to mine made coherent thought impossible.
Her soft breasts pushed against my chest. I felt myself beginning to grow inside my pants as my hands reached down to grasp her firm, pert ass in my hands.
Her hot sweet breath was in my ear.
“Don’t worry so much, baby,” she whispered. “Besides, you agreed. Everything’s perfect. Why ruin it?”
I grew further as the feel of her body against mine sent even more blood coursing to my cock. Perhaps we could make love. Surely that would still my worried thoughts and restless body.
“Later,” she whispered, breaking off the embrace. “When I’ve rested. Besides, you said you wanted to start work on the Peterson account.”
She turned from me to lie down on the couch and pull a blanket over her.
I was left with throbbing cock and jumbled thoughts running through my mind. I’d already agreed? To what?
I took a deep breath. Think about something else. The Peterson account. She was right. If I was going to get this promotion, I needed to work on it right away.
I sat at my desk and pulled out the folder, attempting to bury myself in my work.
The words fluttered and blurred in front of me as my mind began to run wild.
Agreed to what…?
Images began to form in my mind:
Philip, my boss, leading my beautiful wife to his hotel room. Kara, happily trotting next to him, her beautiful, smooth, bare thighs and tapered calves taut from her efforts to match his long strides and from the high-heels she had early slipped her diminutive feet into...
doing? Had his tongue been swirling over her soft just as mine was now?
My hand released her tight buttock to move up to her breasts, delighting as my grazing fingers coaxed a thick nipple stiff.
Kara mewled happily. Had she mewled this way with him?
I bowed my head to suck her thick, swollen nipple into my mouth and suckle on it greedily. She sighed happily above me, her smooth thighs parting as my hand snaked down to feel her soft sex.
Had she spread her pretty legs for him so easily?
Her pussy was already damp, and as I teased her tender folds apart, more juice flowed to her. Still, I suckled on her stiff nipple. And still, I imagined Philip’s hand where mine was now.
“That’s nice, baby,” she sighed. “Very nice.”
My fingers found her budding clit, quickly drawing it stiff and erect. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “So nice.”
I couldn’t help myself. I let her nipple fall from her mouth as I voiced a tentative version of the question that had been torturing me.
“Do you find him attractive?” I croaked, continuing to work her swollen, slippery clit with her fingers.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped back at me. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I rubbed at her more vigorously, her pussy pushing back against my fingers.
“Do you like him?” I asked desperately, my cock straining and throbbing. “Do you?”
“Like that,” she gasped. “Yes. Like that.”
Her pussy was bucking back against my slick fingers now as she drew close.
“Do you like him?” I insisted, my glistening fingers almost a blur now.
“Yessss,” she squealed as waves of orgasm swept over her. “Yessssssssssssss.”
Her sweet sex clenched and spasmed under my fingers as she rode her orgasm to its conclusion, to be left panting and shuddering, her eyes glazed.
“You like him?” I asked once more. “You think he’s attractive?”
“Yes, baby,” she sighed. “Yes. Power can be a powerful aphrodisiac.”
I swallowed nervously at her words, my cock throbbing, and my stomach flipping.
“You can fuck me now,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Paul.”
I fell upon her, grunting in ecstasy as her tight, slippery sex gripped my cock tightly.
“Did you fuck him?” I grunted in arousal as I slid smoothly in and out of her.
“Oh. Baby. Your cock feels so good. Fuck me harder.”
Had she said those words to him?
I began to slam into her, noting with satisfaction her eyes beginning to roll back in her head. She was mine. My beautiful wife. She wouldn’t have fucked him, would she?
Her gripping heat was bringing me to orgasm quickly, too quickly. And it wasn’t just her clenching, sweet sex that was causing my cum to boil in my balls. It was the image in my mind of my boss, lying over her as I was now. My wife’s pretty legs spread wide and high as his powerful buttocks flexed and pumped... his huge cock, filling and spreading her as she panted and gasped in ecstasy.
I wailed in delight and dismay as my cock flexed, and I spurted my seed into my gorgeous wife’s sex, draining myself for the second time that day to the image of my wife expertly pleasuring another, more powerful man.
I collapsed over her, panting in relief, endorphins entering my brain in a calming flood.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped. “I couldn’t hold on.”
“No,” she agreed in a whisper, her mouth pressed to my ear. “You were so excited. What got you so worked up?”
“I don’t know,” I lied, the reality of why disturbing my post-orgasm calm.
“Did you mean what you said?” I asked nervously, rolling off her to cling to her lush body.
“Oh, baby,” she said. “I don’t know what I was saying. You were making me feel so good.”
“OK,” I said in relief. She hadn’t. She probably hadn’t even heard my questions.
My eyelids began to droop. I was exhausted from the erotic worries of the day and from making love to my stunning wife.
Just as I drifted off, I heard her final, sleepy words.
“Besides,” she said. “You agreed.”
“So that’s settled then,” said Philip the next day. “It’s not that difficult a position. You might even have more free time. And it’s plenty more money.”
“Yes,” I said, dazed.
It was perfect. I couldn’t have imagined such a rise in the ranks. What had I done to deserve this?
“Alright, so I’ll let you get on,” he continued.
“Oh. Right. Yes,” I said, rising.
I had obviously been dismissed.
“Oh. I almost forgot,” said Philip as I was exiting the room. “Kara said she’s interested in opening a boutique in town.”
“Um. Yes,” I replied, confused. It was true, but what had it got to do with anything?
“I’d like to talk to her about it. I might even be interested in investing. Could you ask her if she’s free for dinner next weekend? Let’s say Friday.”
“I, um, I’m, but...” I stuttered.
Under the ministrations of her hot sucking mouth, I quickly grew hard. Excited tremors ran through me as she swirled her tongue over and around my glans.
She let out a happy moan as she felt my stiffness in her mouth. I moaned in reply as the tremors running through me grew more intense. And then a moan of dismay as she let my cock fall from her mouth.
I needn’t have worried, though. I let my head fall back and surrendered myself to the sucking kisses and sloppy licks she laid upon my throbbing shaft. Sucking and licking and kissing before once more pulling my cock head into her hot, wet mouth.
My moans grew louder and more intense as she began to bob her head on my cock, taking more and more of me into her, her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft.
I was in heaven. And a heaven that was about to explode into the ecstasy of orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped in warning.
She made no move to release my cock from her vigorously sucking mouth. Instead, she merely raised her face slightly so that just the head of my cock remained in her mouth.
“I’m cumming,” I gasped again. This time in shock. She’d never let me cum in her mouth before.
She merely sucked harder.
“Ughh,” I grunted as pressure was released, and my cock jolted as cum spurted from it.
“Ughh,” I grunted again. And again. And again, as my cock flexed repeatedly in her mouth.
The world around me grew dark as I filled her mouth with my seed.
I was left drained and dazed as I slowly came back to reality, almost unbelieving as to how strong an orgasm I had experienced.
“Wait? What are you doing?” I spluttered in protest as she rose from her knees to press her cum-stained lips to mine.
She made no reply. Instead, her tongue forced my lips apart and pushed a mouthful of cum into my mouth.
Her face pulled back as I looked at her in shock. What the hell was she doing?
My eyes grew wider at her next words.
“Swallow,” she insisted. “Swallow it for me.”
Despite my misgivings, I felt myself swallow my creamy, salty seed, unable to refuse her command.
She gave a smile and patted me gently on the face.
“Good boy,” she said, turning from me to leave me thunderstruck in my chair with wilting cock and the taste of my seed in my mouth.
We didn’t talk about what she had insisted I do. As the week progressed though, my misgivings about her dinner with my boss grew.
Each time though, when I came close to voicing some form of protest, it was as if she sensed it. And each time, she would either
take me in her sucking mouth, or spread her slender legs for me, allowing me to sate myself on her ripe, lush body.
Each time, I would be left weak and pliant, no longer thinking of protest, instead just basking in post-orgasm glow and the memories of the delicious sensations she had so easily drawn from my body.
Friday rolled around, and as eight o’clock grew closer, it suddenly seemed like any opportunity to gracefully put a stop to their dinner had gone.
I waited miserably in the living room as Kara showered and dressed.
I looked up as I heard the staccato beat of her heels on the stairs. She was probably wearing the red ones, I reflected. She looked fantastic in those. They were just high enough to push her breasts forward and tauten her tapered calves but not so high that she couldn’t walk gracefully.
My body began to shake uncontrollably as she entered the room.
“What?” she asked in concern. “Don’t I look alright?”
I couldn’t reply. My mouth moved wordlessly. My body shook and my stomach flipped nervously.
I’d said she could get the dress, but this was the first time I’d seen it. There was barely anything to it. In red, to match the heels I had correctly predicted she was wearing, it fell to high upper leg, displaying almost the entirety of the smooth flesh of her thighs. A plunging front, displayed the deep crevice of her cleavage between the firm flesh of her bra-less breasts. It was cut in such a way that her slender back was bare, along with her arms and the majority of her shoulders.
“Too much makeup?” she continued to query me in a worried tone.
She stepped forwards to give me a soft kiss on the lips. As she did so I allowed my hands to roam down her hips, failing to find the outline of any underwear.
My cock grew further at the realization, and at the feel of her body through the thin material.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” I croaked.
“Oh, I can’t with this dress,” she said. “It’s too tight. Thanks again for buying it for me.”
It was with great difficulty that I silenced a sob that threatened to come from my throat.
She must have noticed, for her hand rose to gently stroke my face.
“Don’t worry so much,” she said softly. “You’ve got your promotion, haven’t you? And now it looks like I might get my boutique.”
This time a tiny sob did come from my throat that she affected to ignore.
“If I can persuade him,” she added.
My cock grew even further at the thought of what she might do to persuade him. She felt it against her groin, and her hand snaked down to grasp me tightly.
I gasped at the pressure of her grip and at the embarrassment of her knowledge of my arousal.
Her eyes sparkled in delight before she released me from her hand.
“Don’t wait up,” she called in a sing-song voice as she moved with graceful strides of her long limbs to the door.
And then she was gone.
Oh my God. What was I allowing to happen? And what was I doing now? I was rushing up to the bedroom.
Whimpering in shame and excitement, I threw myself on the bed and pushed my pants and underwear down my thighs.
She’d looked so great. That was why I was so hard, I consoled myself as I grasped my cock. No other reason. God, she had looked hot.
My orgasm was cleansing… calming. But only momentarily.
As I had thrashed at myself, I had been unable to think of anything other than my wife with my boss. I had cum to the image of my beautiful Kara bent over my boss’s desk. And I had spurted over my stomach and chest to the image of him sweeping her short, red dress up over her hips to display the gorgeous, shaven, plump treasure between her thighs. And I had drained my balls to the image of her mouth opening in an ‘O’ of pleasure as he plunged his thick cock into her from behind.
I let out a low groan. God. What was wrong with me? It was just business.
Miserably, I showered and tried to distract myself with a movie.
Time passed slowly. And however hard I tried, I couldn’t stop my fevered imaginings. I resisted the urge to masturbate though, fearful of cumming once more to such perverse thoughts.
At twelve o’clock, I rang her. There was no reply.
my mouth, reaching down a hand to grasp my cock and begin stroking myself.
She sighed happily from above.
“All off it,” she whispered down at me. “Get all of it.”
Her words sent me over the edge. With the taste of him and her in my mouth and the smell of them in my nostrils, I quickly came to my second orgasm of the night.
“There, there,” she cooed from above as I spurted my last. “All better now. Nothing to worry about.
She pulled the dress up over her head and cast it aside before snuggling up to me and falling quickly asleep.