by Jason Lenov
"What's wrong?" she asked, the devilish smile not fading from her lips.
"What's...what's wrong?" I mumbled, my voice raspy from sleep. "I...what's gotten into you?"
I know. I know. Why? Why that? Why not just lie back and enjoy my wife?
I'd spent half the night awake and my sleep had been filled with crazy dreams. Crazy, horny dreams of Lisa and her engineer. Greg. If that's who he was.
"What do you mean?" she asked, not letting go of my cock.
"I mean...oh come on! You're a...you're a...minx all of a sudden!"
Lisa's eyes popped open wide for a moment. Then she burst into laughter and letting go of my cock, rolled onto her back.
Her laugh bounced around the darkened room. It crested, then waned into giggles until she sat back up.
"Minx. Nice one," she said, smiling.
I felt myself blush at being laughed at. What can I say. It was early. "So?" I asked. "You going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?" she teased.
I felt an anger start to burn through me. I'd never liked being teased and even though she was just trying to be playful, I'd almost had enough. I started to get up.
"Hey, hey!" she said, pressing her hand against my chest to hold me down.
I slumped back down onto the bed. I looked away, pouting a little bit like a child.
"Okay. Alright," she said. "I'm sorry."
I looked back at her and could just make her smile out in the darkness.
"I saw you, you know?"
A tightness gripped my chest. My guts began to twist. "Saw me? Where?"
"I saw you in the parking lot yesterday. Sitting in your car."
Oh fuck.
Her eyes moved along my face, watching my reaction. "What were you doing there?"
Now this, I hadn't thought of. I hadn't prepared for this. "I...I was going to come in and say hi to you again. See how your day was going. You were so upset about having to go to work there that I thought..."
"Come on, Jack," she said, calling me out. "That's not true, is it?"
I let out a sigh. How could she have seen me? And what, exactly, did she suspect? "I just thought I'd swing by and see how you were. That's all."
"Bullshit," she replied.
"Bullshit?"
"Bullshit. Why didn't you come inside?"
"I...I saw you walking out with Amanda and...that guy."
"Greg."
Aha!
Aha? Aha what, Jack?
"Right. That's Greg. I saw you walking out with those guys and I thought you were going to lunch so I figured..."
"You drove all the way across town and sat in your car for a good ten minutes before he showed up."
"What?" I asked. "How do you know that?"
"There are cameras in the parking lot. And at the front gate. I see everyone that drives in. I saw you drive in and I got all happy that I was going to see you. Then you just sat there in your car. What was that about?"
I felt a surge of panic well inside me.
Think, Jack. Think!
"I..."
Lisa's eyes narrowed as she got ready to call bullshit again.
I was never good at thinking on my feet. I leaned back against the bed, giving up.
"Is that why you were asking whether I'd made any friends?"
"Huh? No! I was just...I wanted to know if you'd met anyone. I wanted to know if you were having a better time. That's all!"
"Oh," Lisa replied, her eyes drifting down towards my chest.
My body seized as I felt her fist wrap around my still-stiff cock.
Her eyes shot up, her gaze boring into my skull.
"You're not...you're not jealous, are you Jack?" she whispered giving my cock a squeeze.
It stiffened in her hand as I gasped. She had me, almost literally, by the balls. There was nowhere to run.
Her eyes widened at my reaction. "Is that what it is?" she said quietly, her hand gliding along my stiff shaft in a firm stroke. "You let me out of the house and now you're feeling a little jealous?" She squeezed me again as she said the word.
I tried to scramble up and away from her grasp but she put her other hand on my chest. Then she swung a leg over me and before I knew it she was straddling me, my cock squeezed between her damp slit and my stomach.
"There's something you're not telling me here, Jack," she said, leaning forward.
I couldn't resist stealing a glance at her breasts, swaying beneath her chest, then pressing against me. Her nipples were stiff and I felt them press against my ribs.
"You want to know what I think?" she purred, sliding her pussy back and forth so some of her juices spilled out onto my shaft, then trickled down onto my balls.
"I think you are feeling a little jealous. I think that's why you sat in the car watching me. I think that's why you sat in the car watching me the day before. Before you came in to give me my lunch. I think you're feeling a little jealous that I'm out there in my nice business suit with Greg trying to look down my shirt."
I couldn't help it. My cock lurched at her words, pressing against her soft puss.
Her mouth fell open as she felt the reaction between my legs. She stared at me for a moment before gliding along my shaft again, leaving a trail of sticky wetness along my cock. "So what does that mean?" she asked.
"What?" I said, my breath barely a whisper.
"What just happened there. I felt that, you know?"
"I...I...I..."
I could think of nothing to say.
Lisa let the silence linger for a moment before sliding across me again. Her pussy made a sticky wet sound as she found the head of my cock with her entrance. She gazed into my eyes. "You weren't sitting in the car to watch me talk to Greg, were you Jack?" she whispered.
Again my cock tightened into a stiff pole beneath her. In the same moment she slid forward, then immediately back, impaling my aching manhood into her drenched cunt.
"Oh fuck," I wheezed at the feeling of her hot pussy swallowing me whole.
She let me slide into her, until she was sitting on me again, then lowered her chest onto mine. "So it is something about Greg then?"
The mention of his name, the fact that she was thinking about him while my cock was inside her, made me harden again.
Her eyes popped open in delight. "Wow."
"Lisa, it's not..."
"Shh," she said, pressing a single finger against my lips. "I want to figure this out on my own." She rose up, the tight lips of her pussy milking my cock the way her mouth had. She lingered in the air, teasing my glans with her drooling cunt, then slid back down. "Did you like seeing me flirt with Greg?" she whispered.
I gasped. My hips bucked, jutting against her and almost lifting her off the bed.
She smiled at the reaction. "I did it for you, you know? I knew you were watching me but I had no idea why. That first day, I saw you sitting in the car. There's a camera right above that spot. I saw you staring at me and I thought," she bit her lip and looked side to side. "I thought...I don't know what I thought. It just felt kind of naughty and devious and...and fun."
"Fun?" I asked.
"Fun," she replied. "It was fun knowing you were there. It was fun knowing that you could see everything through the window. It was fun because, I don't know, you don't...look at me that way anymore. And I knew it was harmless so why not?"
That made me deflate a little inside her. The fact that she knew it was harmless, that there was no real risk, took some of the edge off.
She must have felt me flag because the smile turned to concern.
I cursed my body for the reaction, hoping that I hadn't killed the mood.
In an instant she picked up exactly where she'd left off. "Don't get me wrong," she said, leaning closer and nibbling on my ear. "I'd fuck him in a heartbeat, Jack. If he asked me."
I've never felt such a surge of painful, needing lust as I did at that moment. My wife, who was straddling me and teasing me with her hot pussy, was talking about how she
would fuck another man. I slapped my palms down on her thighs and my hips started to grind against her.
It made her grin. "Oh wow," she said. "Is that it? Is that what you like? I've never seen you like this Jack. At a loss for words and trying to fuck me like a horny teenager!" She giggled at my attempts to try and get her riding.
I'd disappeared into the fantasy. Somewhere along the way I'd stopped feeling like this was real. Maybe it was just another dream I was going to wake up from. I'd moved into that very small, very private space inside my mind. The space I went to alone at night sometimes. A space where the only thing that existed was that vision of Lisa with another man between her legs. Lisa's toes curling as he pierced her soft cunt. The moan that stretched her lips. The way her back arched and her thighs came up as he fucked his hard cock into her pussy.
She leaned forward again, still enjoying my rapt attention and attempts at getting her to fuck. "I bet he has a big cock, too."
I couldn't take it. I couldn't fucking take it. I reached up and grabbed her tits and squeezed them, then pinched her nipples between fingers and thumbs.
This is what finally knocked her off balance and into the same head space I was in. Her hips started to ride. As she rocked back and forth on me, she covered my hands with hers and squeezed them over her breasts.
Her head rolled back. It was open in a silent moan.
"You'd let him fuck you, wouldn't you?" I asked, losing myself in the moment. "You'd let him fuck your pretty little pussy, wouldn't you?" I was a seething mess of need.
"Oh fuck baby, yes!" she squealed, squeezing my hands again.
"You'd let him pound his cock into your tight little cunt, wouldn't you?"
She fell forward, slamming onto my chest, her hips still rocking. "Fuck yes!"
I grabbed her ass and lifted it. Arching my back I came up hard, slamming my cock deep into her throbbing cunt.
It was a sweaty, gushing mess. I felt the hot, white cream leaking down my shaft, down my balls, into the crack of my ass. I started thrusting up, pounding her with relentless force as we both rose towards climax.
Her breath was a rhythmic throb right next to my ear. I could tell she was close. My cock strained. My balls ached. Her pussy clenched, coaxing my seed up into her cunt.
"Fuck Jack, I'm going to come!" she hissed.
With a groan and a shudder, my own orgasm welled up inside me. I felt my balls tighten and my cock go stiff inside her. At the same time I felt her hot, soaked puss choke my cock, wringing it for seed.
The first hot blast of my spunk made her rise up and shout "Yes!" I kept drilling into her, lost completely in the vision of what it would look like to see her riding Greg like this. I felt shot after shot of cum wretch up inside her, blasting towards her womb as she rode out her orgasm.
As the feeling faded back into the dark recesses of my lizard brain, her sweaty body collapsed onto me, both of us panting and gasping for breath.
Deflating, I felt myself fall out of her. A second later I heard her pussy flap and felt a trickle of my own sperm come dribbling back onto my shaft.
Lisa started to laugh.
I smiled.
She lifted herself, enough to look into my eyes. "You naughty boy. Why didn't you ever tell me about that?" she asked.
I shrugged and smiled, then casually looked to one side.
A panic gripped me.
It was seven o'clock.
Chapter 7
I stood in Hayden's office with my eyes turned towards the ground, feeling like an errant schoolboy. The fucker had seen me roll in almost half an hour late. He'd been waiting and told me to head to his office for a quick meeting.
All of the excitement I'd felt that morning had evaporated, as if someone had sucked the air out of my lungs. Now I stood there with sweaty palms and a tight stomach, waiting for him to come in.
I heard the door open behind me. I turned around. Hayden swept into the office, his phone pressed to his ear.
"No. No way. I told that guy, I said, you get those contracts back to us within the next twenty-four hours or we're done. Yeah. That's right. I told him we were done. Well, Paul Devine can just go shove it up his ass. This is the busiest ad agency on the eastern seaboard and if they're not interested in our business then...what's that? He'll never find out. I'm telling you, he'll never find out. James couldn't find it if you stuck it in his ass. Don't worry about him. Yeah. I'll call you later I've gotta deal with something over here."
Taking the phone away from his ear, he punched the screen with his thumb, then sent it clattering across his desk with the cavalier disdain of a man who has more important things to worry about than keeping a seven hundred dollar phone intact.
"Jack," he said, walking around the desk and rubbing the back of his neck. "Have a seat, would you?" He swung down into his leather desk chair, swung his arms up and locked his fingers behind his head and leaned back.
Trying not to look sheepish, I lowered myself into the chair in front of the desk.
"How's it going, Jack? Everything alright?"
"Everything's fine, I just..."
"That's great," he interrupted with a smug smile. "Just great. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something. I couldn't help but notice that you were late again today?"
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I got, my car wouldn't start and..."
His smile tightened at my lie. "Right. Well the things is, see, we've been talking a lot about some changes that might be happening here and I just wanted you to know, mano-a-mano, we all need to kind of keep our stick on the ice, if you know what I mean?"
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck.
This was the last thing I needed. I had just had a meeting with James, one of the other partners a few weeks ago. He'd told me that things were looking good for me. From what he'd said, it seemed like I was close to making partner and now this was happening.
"Hayden, look," I began, trying to send calming signals with my hands. "I know you saw me walk in late from lunch the other day, too. I have to come clean. I wasn't really at the doctors. I...I've been having some personal stuff going on at home and I just...there was some stuff I needed to sort out. That's what was going on this morning, too. But it's all sorted now and look, I promise this won't happen again. It's all...it's all good now."
I don't know what I'd been thinking. It just sort of came out. Unfortunately, Hayden wasn't the kind of guy who thought that "personal stuff" was a good reason to be slacking at work.
"Do you need some time, Jack? Is that it?" he asked, though I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
"What? No. No! I'm good. I'm telling you it's all good now."
He nodded, looked down at his desk, then out the window. "There's a lot of young talent out there, Jack. You know that? Schools are pumpin' them out," he said, punching a fist into the air, "pumpin' them out faster than they can find jobs. I don't mean anything by it. I just think we all need to be on top of our game. You know? All of us." He drew a big, flat circle in the air between the two of us.
"Yeah. Yes...sir."
His face softened at hearing me call him sir. I fucking hated doing that because I hated being a kiss ass but it was definitely one of the things that Hayden loved. I figured it was justified in a situation like this.
"Good," he smiled. "I won't keep you then. What are you working on these days anyways?"
The question caught me slightly off guard. "Uh...the Napana file."
Hayden cracked a smile. "Ah yes. Napana," he said, drawing a banner with his fingers in the air. "Coffee you can count on. Hell of a tag line, don't you think?"
I managed a weak smile. It fucking sucked. "Yeah. Great."
"Chris came up with that. Bright kid. He's got a big future here."
"Yeah," I echoed. "Great."
"Good," Hayden said, standing up. "I won't waste any more of your time. Have a great day, Jack. Maybe stay a little closer to home for lunch?"
I felt my stomach sink again. I t
rudged out of his office and over toward my cubicle trying to cheer myself up along the way. It wasn't that today was Friday and I was going to miss lunchtime happy hour at Teddy's Grill that was getting me down.
That morning, as I'd been rushing around trying to get into work at a reasonable time, Lisa had put on the sexiest, most revealing top she'd worn to work yet. She stopped me on my way out the door, standing there in four inch black heels, a skirt that hugged her hips and thighs and that top beneath her blazer that made her tits just tug at my eyes. She'd looked up into my eyes and asked if I wanted to swing by for lunch. She was going to go out with Greg and maybe I could join them. Or maybe I could just watch?
I'd almost crashed the car on the way to work thinking about that. Thinking about her going into work dressed like that for Greg. I mean, it was for me but it was for-me-for-Greg, if you know what I mean.
On the way over I'd started planning how I could get away a little early and which way I could sneak in if I was late. I'd gotten myself all worked up and now this. There was no way I could make it across town to see anything and be back on time. My heart sank as I realized I would have to miss this one.
Hayden's being a douche, I texted as I sat down at my desk. Gonna have to rain-check on lunch. I tucked the phone back into my pocket and pulled up the artwork for the Napana file. Work would be a welcome distraction from all this bullshit, at this point.
My phone buzzed.
Bummer. Mind if I go anyways?
The unexpected question sent a ripple of angst and jealousy through me. What was she asking? Was this part of the game or did she just want to go out for lunch with the guys? Would she act the same way with Greg if I wasn't there? Or would she tone it down?
The possibility of Lisa heading out to lunch with her hunk of a co-worker was perturbing but strangely appealing at the same time. I would have no control at all. I wouldn't even know what she was doing. I would have to trust her to tell me all about it. I would have to trust that she wouldn't leave anything out.
I sat there staring at my phone trying to figure out what how I was going to respond. The thought of Lisa flirting with another man on her lunch break was terrifying and tantalizing at the same time.