by Lexi Hots
Cindy had fully intended to stop doing the parties once they became exclusive. She was getting close to graduation. It was time to think about marriage and growing up. It was time to embrace the boredom.
***
When the next party came along, she quietly agreed. Her last party was two days before graduation and three days before a cabin trip with Scott where he proposed.
When she sucked off some stranger in a closet with money clinched in his fist, then she could do anything with Scott with passion. He could do anything to her anywhere he wanted. She had her secrets that kept her from being boring.
Cindy opened her eyes and wiped sweat from her forehead. She opened the door and took her sad little cake toward the front door with her. “Listen, cake, I’m sorry I called you cheap. Nothing personal.”
She almost dropped it as she balanced it on one hand in the box to pull open the door.
She stepped inside the air conditioning. The cold against her sweaty skin made her nipples stand out so hard she thought her dress might pop open again.
Cindy let go of the door and held the open cake box with both hands. “Tragedy averted.”
Her voice echoed off the tile as she stepped up to the empty reception desk. She looked in both directions, but saw no one. “Hello? Anyone? Surprise?”
She waited, but heard no one respond.
Cindy walked around the stand alone wall with the company symbol on it. She didn’t understand the drawing. It was more confusing in pressed metal. It looked like an angry monster with tentacles on its face. It was probably something from one of Scott’s old comic books or video games. She was just glad he never asked her to dress up as this creature for one of his old birthday surprises. In metal behind the reception desk, it reminded her of a naked woman bending over and spreading her ass. The tentacles made it look like she really needed to shave.
Cindy stared at the symbol as she rounded the wall and imagined people being greeted at reception by that lady. “Welcome. How may I help you?”
As she walked around into the main floor of the office, she was smiling. Looking across the rows of empty desks, her smiled dropped. “Hello?”
She walked along the glass wall and looked into one empty office after another. She wondered if they had all gone out for Scott’s birthday. Maybe they were having a nice lunch and drinks. She imagined them at a hotel and getting Scott a stripper. Cindy had a double image in her mind of her hotel parties and Scott being serviced by some college girl earning a little extra money for books. She didn’t really feel like she had a right to feel jealous, but the feeling swirled around in her stomach.
Cindy stopped at Scott’s office and stared in at his empty desk. The tentacle face bounced around his computer screen like an old-fashioned screen saver. She knew enough to know that was meant to be ironic.
She thought about checking his computer history to see what porn he was looking at. She smiled and whispered. “College girls in tentacle masks, you sick puppy.”
She knew that Scott knew how to clear his history and he wouldn’t do that at work. They looked at porn at home like a nice, boring, married couple should. If he wanted to bend her over the coffee table and rock her perfect ass while they streamed a little porn on the TV, she’d let him. Cindy licked her lips thinking about the dirty stuff. He wouldn’t ask and they would just end up doing it in their comfortable bed like respectable adults.
“Happy Birthday,” she said to the empty office.
***
Cindy turned and looked through the empty room. She wondered if they had all skipped the high-class, private hotel party and just hit the strip club for the afternoon shift. Back when all Cindy did was serve drinks in the club in her underwear, the afternoon shift was a little sketchy.
They would be buying Scott lap dances in the VIP room. Even with the dirty girls on the afternoon shift, nothing extra would be going on. The bouncers would be watching. Scott would come back to the office bent over waiting for his chubby to settle down with the guys laughing at him. It would be nice and soft again by the time he got home. Cindy sighed. If he saw her here after coming back from the club, he’d just be embarrassed instead of letting her dance on his hard pole for him – maybe while the others watched.
“Oh, sir,” Cindy said in a breathy voice as she held her store bought cake. “Can I help you with that?”
A man in a dark suit and blond crew cut walked out onto the main floor. Cindy recognized him as one of Scott’s bosses. She felt embarrassed that he might have heard her talking to herself. The man looked around and saw Cindy. He held up a hand. “Delivery?”
Cindy swallowed. “No … I’m, ugh …”
He shook his head. “No, wait. You’re Scott’s wife. You’re, ugh …”
“Cindy.”
“Right, sorry, I would have gotten it. We met at a couple of the parties. I know you are Cindy. I just didn’t recognize you at first. I’m Heath. I’m one of the co-founders.”
“Yes, Heath.”
She started to walk over to shake his hand, but then looked down at the cake.
Heath looked into the box too. “Oh, right, it’s Scott’s birthday. I knew that too, but forgot about it. It’s kind of a weird day. Half the office is at a convention. We let others have a day since we couldn’t finish certain projects with half teams.”
“Is Scott at the convention?” Cindy asked.
Heath shook his head. “No, he’s here. Well, not here right now here. He’ll be back. He went to run an errand.”
Cindy thought that sounded like a stammering strip club cover story. She heard it a hundred times from guys on cell phones with girlfriends and wives.
“Errand?” she said.
“Yeah, he went to pick up folders with clips because we had folders without clips and we need the clips. Normally we have a girl that does that, but she’s off. Not that fetching folders is a girl’s job. I’m just saying our office manager happens to be a girl … ugh, a woman, I mean. We have a presentation and it is a bunch of old school guys with money. We do video presentations now, but these guys have to hold folders too. We don’t stock those anymore, so he went to buy them.” Heath cleared his throat and shook his head. “You don’t care about all that.”
Cindy didn’t think it was a cover story. Scott was really out buying folders. She actually felt disappointed there was no secret birthday strip club.
Another man with dark hair sculpted back against his head stepped out into the office. He was wearing a grey suit. These men were like models from the suit catalog. If they didn’t do folder presentations anymore, they probably didn’t make the catalogs either, Cindy thought.
The new guy said, “He just called to say he’s having to go across town now. Apparently folders with clips will be the toughest part of this whole thing. We should have just called in Holly instead of thinking three grown men could handle folders by themselves.” He eyed Cindy up and down and smiled. “What’d you get me, Heath?”
Heath shook his head and quickly said, “No, Blake, ugh, this is Cindy, Scott’s wife. She brought a cake for Scott’s birthday today. This is his wife.”
***
Cindy got the impression that Heath was trying to keep Blake from saying something bad. She wondered what he would have said.
Blake held up his hand. “Oh, we’ve met before, I think. We’re the bosses.” Blake waved his hand over the empty office. “We are the kings of an empty kingdom with not a one clipped folder to be found.”
Cindy shrugged. “I have cake.”
Blake smiled and looked over into the box. Cindy wondered if he could see down the front of her dress at that angle. She held the cake out further to give him a better view of which ever one he was checking out.
“Wow, nice.”
Cindy swallowed. “Thank you.”
“It has his name on it and everything.”
Cindy laughed and sighed. Her top snap popped open. She pulled the cake box back to hold her dress closed. Both men
were still looking.
“Yeah, I’m quite proud of my sad, little cake. Maybe I should have grabbed folders and been the real birthday hero.”
Both men laughed.
Heath said, “No offense to your cake, but that would have been the best.”
“Well.” Cindy shrugged and the dress top slipped apart behind the box. Now she was just hiding her breasts with the box. “It’s no birthday blowjob in the bathroom, but it’s something.”
The men’s eyes grew wide and they exchanged a look. Cindy swallowed and looked away.
Heath cleared his throat. “There is a fridge in the break room. You can put the cake in there for him. Scott may be a while, but you can wait for him in there. I know he will want to see you to … enjoy the cake.”
Blake nodded, but his hair did not move. “And stuff.”
“I’ll drop this off and get out of the way,” Cindy turned and walked across the office. She imagined they were checking out her ass now. It did amazing things when she walked. She hoped sweat wasn’t showing through although she couldn’t imagine being more embarrassed than bringing up a blowjob joke in front of her husband’s bosses. There was no way they weren’t going to tease Scott about it and he would let her hear about it when he got home.
“No,” Blake said behind her. “Don’t go. There are free drinks in the fridge. Relax. Cool off. I know Scott will want to see you. It’s his birthday after all.”
Heath added. “We’ll send him in when he gets here.”
Cindy made it to the break room and dropped the cake on the table a little harder than she intended. She decided she must be showing sweat, if they said cool off, and they thought she was serious about the blowjob in the office for Scott, if they suggested she wait until he got back from finding folders across town.
Cindy dropped in a chair at the end of the table across from the cake. She rubbed her eyes. She leaned back and opened the fridge. Another snap popped on her dress really showing her goods. Cindy grabbed a water instead of a soda. She looked down at the glisten on her breasts and rubbed the side of the cold water over them to cool off.
She felt her nipples grow harder inside her exposed bra. Cindy closed her eyes and leaned back.
***
“Cindy?” Heath said.
She stopped with the water rested in her cleavage. Her eyes were still closed. There was no recovering from this. She didn’t want to snap closed again really quick like she had been doing something dirty.
Cindy sighed and opened her eyes. Blake and Heath were both standing in the break room.
Blake cleared his throat. “We just wanted to come to tell you not to be embarrassed by anything you said out there. We are a very loose, progressive office and didn’t want you to be … ugh …”
“Uncomfortable,” Heath said.
Cindy saw them looking as they tried to act like they weren’t looking. She laughed and went back to rubbing the water bottle over the tops of her breasts. Her tits had nice curves to them. Scott liked to see them and hold them. She guessed these men probably would too, if she offered.
“I appreciate it,” she said. “I was a little embarrassed after a blowjob joke came out of my mouth in front of the bosses. I guess I should stick to giving them instead of talking about them.”
Blake walked up and sat on the table in front of her. She sat the water down on table, but did not snap her dress closed. Blake moved the water aside and slid the cake box forward. He ran a finger through the side and brought the icing to his mouth.
Cindy laughed. “Did I say you could try my wonderful cake?”
Blake paused with his finger in his mouth. Heath was watching from the doorway.
Blake withdrew his finger from his lips and ran it along the side of the cake again.
Cindy frowned. “I can’t believe you double dipped.”
He laughed and held out his finger to her. She looked between the icing on his finger and his intent eyes. She wasn’t sure she wanted to play like this. He wasn’t giving up and she kind of started it.
Cindy leaned in and sucked on his finger. Blake stayed silent, but Heath made a sound from where he watched at the door. She felt the thrill in her gut that she got right before one of the parties. She kept sucking on his finger even though the icing tasted too sugary and gross and she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep going. If she didn’t stop now, she knew it would keep going.
She didn’t stop until his finger was clean and then she licked around it before pulling back. Blake let out a low groan and she saw his other hand had moved to the front of his pants.
He unzipped like she expected. He was still getting hard as he slipped his cock and balls out for her to see. She was not expecting him to be that big or thick and he wasn’t done growing. She wasn’t sure she could fit the entire thing in her mouth. As soon as the thought entered her head, her eyes grew wide and she thought to herself whether she really planned to do this or not while her husband was out finding folders with clips on his birthday.
Blake ran two fingers over the top of the cake smearing the words.
Cindy gasped. “You fucker.”
He laughed and wiped the icing across the fat head of his cock. She shook her head and slapped the side of his dick making it bounce and shake. He moaned and licked his lips. She reached up and slapped it again. It was getting very hard now, but she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with that.
She remembered in her naughty school days that showing her tits made the guys get hard and finish faster. That was just business though. Cindy was getting very wet. Maybe she could finish him off before Scott got back and then she’d be primed to give him whatever he wanted just like the old days before she got married and boring.
Cindy frowned.
Blake whispered. “What’s it going to be?”
She reached up and gripped the hooks of her bra in the front between her breasts with her thumb and forefinger. She took a deep breath and pinched. The bra popped open and released the sweet curves of her tits with her nipples pert on the ends for these men to see. The third snap on her dress strained, but held. The open front pushed her tits together and up.
By that point, she wasn’t sure Blake could get any harder, but she was wrong. Her magic tits were doing the trick. Wait until they see my ass, she thought. Then, she stared at Blake’s pulsing, growing cock. Was she really ready to go that far?
Blake took another globe of icing off the top of the cake and smeared it over each of her nipples.
Cindy’s jaw dropped open. “You didn’t just do that. Someone needs to clean this up.”
Heath took out his cock by the door and started stroking.
“You first,” Blake ordered.
Of course, me first, Cindy thought, this is what I do best.
She leaned in and dragged away some of the icing off the head of his cock with her teeth. He hissed in response, but did not stop her. She licked her lips and went after his thickness the way she had with his finger. She pulled away with a pop and still saw a greasy smear left by the last little bit of the icing.
Cindy leaned in and took hold of him with both her hands. He was so big and hard. He was going to stretch her out when she slid him inside. The thought made her feel weak. She heaved her chest and popped two more snaps. Her messy tits fell out free in front of her. Cindy kept her hands around Blake’s cock and slid him into her mouth. She was sure she had cleaned him off as she worked her lips to bring him deeper in, but like before with his finger, she kept licking and sucking.
If she didn’t stop soon, there would be no going back. But she didn’t stop. She bobbed her head up and down his length somehow getting deeper each time. He started thrusting up into her mouth and against her tongue. She accepted it and her throat clicked with each pump.
She did not gag. Her old skills came back to her very quickly and Blake closed his fist in her dark hair in appreciation.
He moaned and she pulled off of him with strings of spit hanging from her lips to his slic
k shaft. Cindy spit them off onto him and stroked his slippery length.
“More, please,” Blake said.
She leaned back and arched her back. As her tits swelled out for him, he stared.
She said, “You need to clean up your mess first.”
He licked his lips. “Heath, get over here. We handle business together in this office.”
***
Heath made his way over to the end of the table with his own cock in his hand. He slid the cake back out of the way to sit down. Cindy was glad. The icing was making her sick and horny at the same time.