His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  By the time the filthy group has settled back down, she was red-faced and panting from desire. As they all slogged their way out of the pit, she prayed that the rest of her senior staff would chalk it up to exertion.

  The hotel employee took one look at the mud-covered monsters and pointed at the back entrance where the locker rooms were located.

  Chapter 7

  Everyone schlepped into the locker rooms, leaving a trail of mud behind them. Megan had only one other female on her staff so it was just the two of them, she and Susan, the Human Resources director, in the women’s locker room. Megan realized that all hopes of maintaining professionalism had gone out the door when she landed in the mud the first time, so she grinned at Susan and stripped down to her bra and panties. Susan looked nervous, but did the same, and stepped into one of the shower stalls wearing her underwear.

  Megan followed suit, wishing she had her toiletry kit with her. The water left clear trails through the mud, and she kept wiping at the residue with her hands until most of it was pooled on the floor of the shower. She stood with her head under the water for a good long while to let the water rinse away most of the mess before she even attempted to untangle her French twist.

  After she felt mostly clean, she stepped out of the stream and let her hair down. There was no one in the office who knew that her blonde tresses actually fell almost to her waist. Not even Matthew. The cool water felt glorious as it ran through the tangles, and she used the conditioner on the wall to wash it gently.

  “I’m going now,” Susan announced “See you in a bit!” and Megan heard the locker room door close behind her. She peeked out into the empty locker room, and grabbed her dirty clothes from the floor to rinse them as well.

  Back in her shower stall, as Megan soaped and rinsed her tee shirt and running shorts, she heard the locker room door again. Spinning around in her soaking wet bra and panties, she was face to face with Mac, standing beside her stall wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a huge grin. Megan dropped her wet clothing as he opened the glass door and stepped in.

  Without a word, he pushed her up against the shower wall and devoured her mouth. His hands squeezed at her full breasts while his fingers rolled her tight nipples. With a grunt of frustration, he slid one hand behind her and flipped open the bra clasp, peeling it away from her wet skin.

  Instantly his mouth fell to one of her taut rosebud peaks, and he closed his lips around it, letting his tongue flicker over the sensitive nub.

  Megan slid her hands over his body, feeling the hard flat planes of his pecs and the solid bulge of his biceps. He squirmed when her nails tickled his abs but the grunt dissolved into a moan when her delicate fingers slid inside the waistband of his boxers. The water had soaked through them, and she peeled them down his hips, letting his swollen cock bob free.

  As thick as she thought he was through his clothing, he was even larger in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around loosely and stroked him lightly, eliciting a pained groan as he teased her other nipple.

  She lightly and loosely stroked him, just enough to torment without bringing him anywhere near the edge. With her foot dragging the boxers to the floor, she reached further down and rolled his heavy balls in her fingertips.

  His nails raked her hips as he tore the panties from her body. When his fingers found her slippery pussy, she groaned with him. His nimble fingers teased her wanting need, creating circles around her petals, he finally rubbed her clit. She gasped, trembling, and sunk her teeth into his exposed neck. Guttural grunts escaped his lips. When the locker room door opened, neither of them heard it.

  Suddenly the door to the shower stall flew open and they were both staring at a red-faced, fist-clenching Matthew.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he blared at Megan.

  Megan was nearly lost in her lust and could barely see straight, especially since Mac had not removed his hand. Megan reached for Matthew who just stared at her. Mac finally withdrew and Megan released her delicate grasp on his bouncing cock.

  They stepped apart slowly while Matthew continued to stare.

  Megan looked from one to the other, and slowly realized she was in desperate need of both. She took each of them by the hand leading them out of the shower stall and into the rest of the locker room. With a gentle push, she made them both sit down on opposite benches staring at each other. After she locked the door, she returned to the men.

  “Strip,” she ordered Matthew.

  “What the fuck?”

  “If you want to fuck me, strip,” she said with resolve.

  Matthew’s naked boss then turned away, bent over to give him a clear view of her well-developed ass, and hungrily kissed Mac before straddling his naked lap. Grinding against him and dancing her tongue in and out of his mouth, she could hear the rustling behind her. She stood up and pressed her body into Matthew’s, feeling the surge in his cock as well. His kiss was less demanding, less forceful, but still full of desire.

  Matthew was stronger than his lean frame would indicate, and he easily spun her around until she was on her back on the bench with her legs spread. He knelt at the foot of the bench and pulled her towards him. He absolutely loved to eat her pussy, and he wanted to show Mac just how hard he could make her cum.

  Mac was grinning at the two of them and stroking his cock. As soon as Matthew’s talented tongue found her aching clit, she moaned and arched off the bench. With lightning-quick flicks his tongue, explored along her slit, then back to that sweet spot, tickling and licking expertly. Megan’s body bucked as her breathing grew more and more ragged. Mac stood up and straddled her prone body.

  She stared up at the thick cock hovering above her and reached for it. He rubbed the sensitive tip against her full lips and she parted them to let him slide his shaft along her tongue. They both groaned aloud as he filled her mouth.

  Matthew’s tongue made her moan against Mac’s shaft, making Mac groan. Then, everything exploded within her. Waves and waves of pleasure assailed her shuddering body. When she erupted, her mouth latched on and sucked roughly. Mac drove his cock in and out of her mouth until he had to yank it away.

  From his place between her spread thighs, Matthew grinned and stroked himself. Mac and Matthew exchanged a silent agreement, and as Matthew stood to take Mac’s place, Mac pushed Megan backwards on the bench so he could angle his cock to her pussy.

  He drove himself into her in one stroke, and she bucked wildly. He paused to let her pussy adjust to his girth and he could feel the first quaking of her next explosion. As Matthew slid his own cock into her waiting mouth, Mac started pounding her pussy.

  Megan dug her nails into Matthew’s ass as she licked and sucked his familiar cock. Her moans and groans were driving him crazy with vibrations and she could feel her impending climax from Mac’s thick cock.

  Matthew was close, and pulled out at the last second, letting her experienced fingers stroke him the last few times until he grunted and jetted over her bouncing tits. He collapsed onto the second bench and lay down to catch his breath.

  Mac could feel her tight little pussy squeezing him as she came, pulling the cum from his heavy balls. With one last stroke, he tipped over the edge and whipped it out just in time to add his load to the one that was already painted on her chest. He fell forward awkwardly to rest on top of her. She entwined her legs around him and sighed contentedly under the weight of the large man.

  Chapter 8

  Eventually everyone got cleaned up and dressed, and they headed back to their separate rooms one by one. Megan fell onto the bed, her long blonde hair flowing crazily over the sheets. She was dead-to-the-world in no time. The next thing she knew she heard an insistent knocking on her door.

  Megan looked down at the mess she was in and shrugged. She padded over to the door barefoot, and could see Mac’s rugged face through the peephole. She took a deep breath as she slipped into her robe, tying it carefully at the waist. When she opened the door, she was startled to see Matthew standin
g beside him.

  “We’ve been talking,” Matthew began.

  She nodded and stepped aside to let the pair in.

  “Yes? And?”

  She rubbed her eyes and flipped her hair behind her back.

  “Holy hell,” Matthew interrupted himself.

  “What?”

  “Where did all that come from?” he gestured to her flowing mane.

  She laughed. “My head.”

  The two men sat next to each other on the couch while she curled her legs under herself on one of the chairs.

  “Yeah, we’ve been talking,” Mac dragged the conversation back to the main point.

  “I see,” Megan replied nervously, “and what all did you discuss?”

  “You,” they answered simultaneously.

  She raised an eyebrow at the pair.

  “We think you need both of us,” Matthew blurted out.

  “What? Need? I don’t need anything or anyone.”

  “We disagree,” Mac chimed in.

  “You need us, both of us.”

  “How do you figure?” Megan’s arms were now crossed over her chest defensively.

  “We both offer you something. Stability. Passion. Caring. Excitement. All of it.”

  She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and waited.

  “Do you think you would be able to pick? Stability and caring over passion and excitement? Or vice versa?” Mac questioned.

  Megan shrugged, “I still don’t see need in there.”

  “You need all of that. You are not a robot. You went nuts with us down there; you’re missing something. Look, I don’t know if I can give you that raw animal thing; that’s not me,” Matthew was being honest.

  Mac added his two cents worth. “Not sure if I’m much of the stable or caring type. It’s just not me. But you shouldn’t have to sacrifice one for the other. At least not at this point.”

  She looked from Matthew’s kind face to Mac’s intense one and back. They might actually be right.

  “But I also can’t be sleeping with all of my executives,” she countered.

  They laughed. “We want to see you with Bob from Accounting or Susan from HR.”

  She laughed, “Yeah, I know. But still…”

  “What if you didn’t have to choose? Not right now?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You know, see both of us. Neither of us is willing to let you go, but we also don’t want to force the issue.”

  “I’m not a puppy, you know. This isn’t joint custody.”

  “Come kiss us both and tell us you can walk away from one of us.”

  Megan unfurled her slender legs and walked over to them. She kissed Matthew first, out of respect for their history, and his kiss was as it always was – warm and caring and almost loving. She kissed Mac second and it was the opposite – it was hot and needy and demanding and passionate.

  “No, I don’t think I can.”

  She squeezed in between them on the couch. Mac rested his palm on her bare thigh while Matthew wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

  “But I can’t see you both. That’s not how I’m built.”

  They both sighed heavily.

  “We thought you might say that,” Matthew said quietly.

  “Look, I’ll head home after dinner to think it through on Sunday, and you will have an answer by Monday. But whoever I decide will probably lose their job as well. If we are going to this extent, I can’t be seen dating openly.”

  They nodded in agreement.

  *

  At the large, round dinner table in the dining room one could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Megan giggled to herself when she realized that Bob and Susan were playing footsie under the table. Leaving her staff to visit in the relaxed atmosphere one last evening, she packed up after dinner with the excuse of an emergency and headed back down the mountain.

  All day on Sunday she contemplated her choices, Matthew or Mac? Her heart and body were torn between the two. On Sunday night, she texted both of them. Meet me in my office at 7:00, before anyone else arrives.

  They were both already there when she arrived at a quarter to seven. Matthew sat anxiously in a large, leather chair, his fingers quickly tapping the ends of the arm-rests. Mac lounged by the window, his expression serious and unreadable as he looked with apparent interest at passers-by outside.

  Megan cleared her throat, feeling her insides flutter. “I wanted to do this honestly, and tell you both together. That seems only fair since you’ve both been fair with me.” She looked at Matthew, then to Mac. Her face was white, and under her eyes were dark circles. “Look, I’ve had stability all my adult life. I have been driven to succeed and I have accomplished that. My company has afforded me quite a lifestyle. I’d welcome the challenge of starting yet again.”

  They both nodded.

  “Matthew, I appreciate your attentiveness and your patience over the last year.”

  “Mac, I was overwhelmed by your passion and power.”

  “But,” Megan continued, her voice shaking a little, “I can’t keep both.”

  “Matthew, if you are willing, I will sell my interest in the company to you and you can have it. If Mac will have me.”

  *

  The day was warm and sunny. Megan strode along the sidewalk, ponytail bobbing. She wore stylish, comfortable sandals, a cotton tee-shirt and shorts. The papers for her new business venture were in order. She and Mac were heading to the Bahamas to begin operations on her new REIT company there.

  She greeted the doorman to her building with a smile and a wave. “Beautiful day!” she agreed.

  As she entered her luxurious condo, now filled with boxes and suitcases, the phone rang.

  “Hello,” she chirped cheerily.

  “Hey, Babe.” It was Mac. “It’s all arranged. The movers have picked up my stuff, and are on their way for yours. They’ll take it right to storage. I’ve got our plane tickets, and soon we’re off! “

  Megan smiled. She loved how he took over. In every way.

  Glancing around the apartment to make sure she had everything she needed, Megan stood before her bathroom mirror. She carelessly slid the band off of her pony-tail and let her hair down.

  THE END

  Tropical Temptation

  Chapter 1

  Rain pounded against the windows. The atmosphere inside was equally dreary. Sally stifled a yawn, and a giggle. Looking around the table filled with co-workers she couldn’t help noticing twenty faces, turned toward the head of the table, each one with a glazed-over look. Suddenly, hearing her name jolted her to attention.

  “Sally?”

  Sally straightened in her chair, looking up at her boss, who sat at the head of the table peering over his wire-rimmed glasses “Um, Yes, Mr. Maxwell?”

  “I need your full attention.” Mr. Maxwell used his pointer to hit the chart. “We need you to head our operation for Fierce Fashions in Jamaica.”

  “Jamaica?” repeated Sally. And so it all began.

  *

  “Sally Collins! I can't believe you're leaving me here!”

  Sally laughed as she fell onto her sofa, the phone dangling by her ear, “Jade, this is a great opportunity. And besides, it's business. I couldn't turn down a bonus to my salary. Got to get that milk and honey.”

  “That's fine and all. But why are you the only one that gets to bathe in the tropical heat. I’m working my ass off too, you know!”

  Sally could hear her friend pouting playfully, and she smiled. “Seriously, though, I could use some unwinding in Jamaica. My shoulders are tense and stiff all the time! I really think I need to de-stress.”

  “Well,” teased Jade, with a devilish sly tone, “maybe one of the locals can...loosen you up,' eh?”

  “I see someone's in a loose mood. I'll have to call you back when you've regained your sobriety.” The two women giggled.

  “Okay, bye, Hon. Have fun in sun. I’ll miss you terribly!”

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  Two weeks later, armed with her designs in a brief-case and a bag filled with summer clothing, Sally boarded her Caribbean Airlines flight. It was a long one, all the way from London. And when the plane touched down she was rarin’ to go. Outside, the air was like a balm to her skin; warm and sultry. So different than at home. While she rode the cab to the hotel her company had provided, Sally’s eyes were glued to the window. She was awed by the turquoise water, and golden sand bordering the highway, along with high-rise hotels and restaurants. She marvelled at the markets, the restaurants; the streets teeming with life. Everything here seemed to happen out-doors!

  When she arrived at her new home, she inhaled with a sigh. The apartment building, a modern, Spanish-style four-story, was surrounded by palm trees. It was covered in bougainvillea; bright pinks, purples and reds. The apartment itself overlooked the beach. Sally traipsed out onto the gallery as a radiant burst of evening sunlight covered her in its glow. She looked up at the clouds lazily passing overhead, seeming to wave at her. The air was almost still, with but a light caress from the gentle breeze. Sally continued staring at the blue sky, and a smile slowly formed on her lips. She could definitely get used to this. Suddenly her phone rang.