by Lily Love
Unbuckling his jeans, I slid my hand into his underwear and felt his erection; it was warm and thick, a little shorter than Ryan’s, but it still felt great in my hands. Pushing his pants down, I wriggled down his body, gazing up at him seductively. I had been fantasizing about sucking a dick other than the one that belonged to my husband for quite some time now, and this seemed like the perfect time to actually try it. I looked at him straight in the eyes as he pushed his pants off the ends of his feet, allowing me unfettered access to his body. His eyes were blazing with lust and arousal, matching his rock-hard dick, as I slowly lowered my mouth over his cock and began to suck.
Using one hand, I gently jerked him up and down as I lapped at his head with my tongue, tasting a drop of precum; the scent and taste of him was intoxicating, enough to send my already aroused state into the red zone. I tilted my head so I could see what my husband was doing to Katie, and saw him the same position as me; sneaking a peak at his partner while he reveled in the chance to try out his oral sex skills on someone else. I could hear the wet sucking and licking noises as he ate Katie out, could hear the slight moans and see the little wriggles she made when he hit the right spot. Her hands were playing with her own nipples, pinching and pulling, till they were hard and erect. God that was a hot sight- looking at my husband as he feasted between this woman’s legs as if he hadn’t eaten for days. When we made I contact, there was a hint of a secret passed between us, and I knew this was a moment I would be reliving in my head for months to come.
Focusing my attention back on Brad, I moved my head down a little further, taking one ball into my mouth at a time, savoring them, running my tongue all over the ridges and tasting every inch of them. I could feel Brad buck and twitch underneath me, and that feeling of power-of being in total control of a situation and my sexuality- was almost enough to make me come right there. Unable to take the pressure any more, I slid my hand between my legs and began to slide it over my slippery clit.
“Damn, you look so good sucking my husband’s cock and playing with your clit like that,” I heard Katie sigh from the other side of the room. Her dirty-talking game was so good, and hearing her compliment my skill was a huge turn-on. I could hear her own arousal in her voice; a trembling, almost-peaked sound that confirmed to me that Ryan really, really knew what he was doing. I did my best to put on a bit of a show for her as she neared her orgasm, spreading my legs so she could get a better look at my busy hands, and slurping and sucking loudly n Brad’s dick. Across the room, I heard a series of passionate gasps and moans as Katie came, loudly pushing herself against Ryan’s face as he furiously worked his tongue across her clit.
If anything, Brad appreciated it, as he tilted himself up on his elbows to get a better look at what I was doing. I felt his hand brush my hair from my face, and I glanced up at him once again. Our eyes seared into each other, and I felt it all the way down to my pussy. Pulling my mouth back, I allowed a long string of spit to carry from my lips to the tip of his now rock-hard cock.
“Fuck me now, please, Brad?” I said in my best innocent voice. Nothing better than someone who sounds innocent while they do indecent deeds.
“With pleasure,” he replied, hastily unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it aside while I procured a condom from the stash we had hidden in the living room. I grinned at Ryan as I walked by, stripping off what was left of my clothes, and threw him a condom as Katie whimpered beneath him, still getting over the intensity of her orgasm.
With almost simultaneous foil rips, our husbands sheathed themselves. While Ryan climbed on top of Katie, who spread her legs salaciously for him, I decided that I wanted to go on top of Brad. With him sitting up in the armchair, I straddled him, feeling his hands on my back, supporting me. Fighting the urge to stare at my husband so intimately fucking a woman he just gave an orgasm to, I lowered myself very slowly on Brad’s dick.
It was thick, and I felt full almost as soon as I had allowed his full length into me. The tiny gasp he let out as I did so was unbelievably hot, and he soon leaned in to kiss me; a chaste kiss, considering his dick was in my pussy, but one that went on for a long time as I raised myself up and down, up and down. We began to build up a rhythm, gaining a little speed, and I suddenly felt my own orgasm rushing towards me with no chance of escape.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” I gasped, practically thrashing out of his grip as the feeling washed over me. Arching my back, I tried to push myself even further down onto his dick, wanting the feeling to last forever. I had no idea someone who wasn’t my husband-someone I didn’t have that intense emotional connection to- could still make me come this hard.
Slumping against Brad’s chest, I turned to watch Ryan and Katie for a moment. He was on top of her, staring intently into her eyes, as she curved her leg back and brought it over his shoulder, groaning at him to go faster, harder. He obliged. The sight was undoubtedly hot, and I knew that Brad would be watching with me. Knowing that we were all sharing this surreal, sexy moment of swapping partners somehow made this all the more intimate.
I saw a familiar look in Ryan’s eyes; it wasn’t long till he was going to come. I remembered how hard he’d finished when he was watching another man come inside me, and I began to work Brad’s dick even harder than I had been before. I leant into his ear.
“Come on, Brad, come with me, I want to feel you come inside me just when my pussy tightens around your-“
And that was all it took- with a stark, loud sound, Brad finished in me, holding me in place as his cock convulsed. Across the room, I felt all eyes on us, and turned just in time to see Ryan and Katie, intertwined in a tangle of limbs and skin, pressed deep into each other as they both reached their own climaxes. They looked incredible; he was buried up to the hilt in her pussy, and her legs were spread as wide as she could without falling off the couch.
Peeling myself off Brad, I ran my fingers through my hair and dabbed at my lipstick. “So, can I get anyone a glass of wine?”
Leah and Ryan
Leah was a 27 year old Marketing student at a top university in the city. She was almost finished with her degree and was looking forward to the future, for the first time in a long while.
Going back to university was a spontaneous decision. She had been working a boring, repetitive job as a receptionist for many years and had recently ended a prolonged engagement. She needed to change her life, and she hoped that going back to university would enable her to do that.
She’d been doing great in school, and with some references had been able to secure a selective and prestigious internship at Forge Industries. Forge Industries is one of the biggest companies in the world, with headquarters in New York City.
Leah was excited and nervous for her first day. She woke up early on the first day of her internship, worried about being late. She wore a simple black, knee-length pencil skirt, a white blouse, black pumps and tied her dark curly hair up in a loose bun.
The internship began with an orientation session first thing in the morning. About fifty interns sat in a large auditorium on the ground floor of the high-rise building. A few existing staff members joined them.
Everyone was seated and making small talk. The nervousness of the new interns was palpable. Amongst them was Leah, who was a shy, quiet woman who struggled to make new friends. She busied herself on her phone hoping that no one would try to talk to her too much.
After a few minutes of chatter the large doors on the side of the stage of the auditorium opened and a tall man walked confidently onto the stage. His dark wavy hair was neatly cut, and he had a perfectly groomed beard. He wore a dark tailored suit, freshly polished shoes, and a thin black tie over his white shirt.
He strode over to the podium, adjusted the microphone to his height, and his voice boomed through the auditorium speakers.
“Good morning, everyone,” he spoke.
As if in a cult, the audience simultaneously and in a single voice gave him a ‘good morning’ reply.
“I am Ry
an Forge, founder and CEO of Forge Industries. I’m pleased to welcome you all and see so many fresh faces today! I hope you will find your time here at Forge Industries beneficial to your career…’
Leah’s body nearly shut down. Her heart raced, her mouth felt dry, and she could hear nothing. She was transfixed by this man who exuded power and confidence. She’d seen him in newspapers and magazines before. He was a famous entrepreneur who had made his first billion by the time he was 25. In person, it was a whole different story. He was enthralling.
Forge Industries, while traditionally a manufacturing company, was recently becoming a cutting-edge industry leader in medical and mobile technology. He was also famous for having dated several high-profile celebrities, and maybe the most eligible bachelors in the entire country.
She didn’t hear much of the rest of his speech. She was on auto-pilot as she stood with the rest of the audience and gave him a standing ovation. Afterwards, everyone moved into the atrium where refreshments and morning snacks were being served.
She didn’t think someone of his status would be interested in the interns, but there he was mingling and chatting to people. Many of the more out-going interns approached him and tried to suck up to him, asking to take pictures, to show off to their social media networks.
She got herself a cup of coffee and a muffin, and tried to talk to some of the friendlier faces. Still anxious about her first day, she was refilling her cup, not paying attention to anything around her, when a familiar voice next to her spoke.
“Hey. How’s it going?”
She looked up, to her side, and nearly dropped her cup. It was Ryan Forge himself.
“H-h-hey…” she stammered.
“I need some coffee too,” he chuckled.
She didn’t know how to respond.
“So… what’s your name?”
“It’s Leah,” she replied, “I’m one of the new interns.”
“Ah, yeah, I guessed as much. Tell me, what are you studying, Leah?”
“I’m a final year Marketing student. I came here for some experience and hopefully a job after I graduate. I really admire what you have built here.”
“Well, thank you very much, I appreciate that. Would you like to take your coffee and walk with me?”
“Sure,” she said.
He started walking, leading her in the direction of the elevator.
Her knees felt weak and she was petrified of slipping on the perfectly waxed floor. Many people watched them as they walked. The staff was curious, as it was unusual for Ryan to give extra attention to interns, and the other interns were dying of envy.
They were alone in the elevator, and he pushed the button that would take them to the top floor. She was still nervous, and was worried he could not hear the deep breaths, she was taking as she tried to control her anxiety.
“I’d like to show you some of the offices on the top floor.”
‘Okay…’ she replied.
‘So, tell me, are you from New York?’
‘No, I moved here recently from Boston.’
“Boston! Lovely city. I’ve enjoyed it on the occasions I’ve visited. So what brought you here?”
“Well, I needed a change of pace and scenery and….”
The doors opened before she could complete her sentence. She breathed a sigh of relief as she didn’t know how or whether to even explain the more personal reasons for her move.
“Well, here we are!” He walked out of the elevator and she followed him.
There weren’t many offices. In fact, there was just one.
The elevator opened onto a huge office, made of glass walls all around it with a beautiful view of the city. The office was minimal and understated, not what she expected his office to look like.
She followed him as he walked over to a couch and he asked her to have a seat.
She gingerly sat down as he sat opposite her on the same couch.
“What makes you… you, Leah?” Ryan inquired.
“Well, I’m not sure what to tell you, there isn’t much...”
Their knees were almost touching, and she sat upright, almost gripping her coffee cup. He was more relaxed and sat back with his arms opened and resting on the back of the couch. She felt like she was giving another interview for the internship, but scarier than the first time.
“I’ve finished all my required courses, and now I am taking electives, and I’ll be graduating at the end of the semester…”
He cut her off.
“I’m not interested in your academic record. I mean tell me who Leah is.” Ryan spoke with confidence.
In between breaths, she would smell his subtle but enticing cologne. He started to remove his blazer. Though he was still wearing his shirt she could tell that he had a well-defined, athletic body.
He caught her eyes as she scanned his torso and he had a slight grin on his face. He moved his body a few inches closer, but she didn’t flinch. He looked into her eyes and they held eye contact for a few moments. She began to wonder if she was just nervous, or there was a mutual fire between them.
Her question was answered when he scooted even closer towards her. Her heart rate quickened and she felt like she might start shaking. He sensed her nervousness and placed one hand on her knee.
“Are you intimidated by me?”
“A little bit.”
“Don’t be. I’m a person, just like you.” he tried to reassure her.
He decided to give her some space, abruptly stood up, held his hand out for her to take it, and helped her up off the couch. He walked over to his desk and took something.
“Here is my card, call me sometime if you’d like. Maybe we could do something fun sometime.”
“S-sure…” she replied.
He walked her over to the elevator, and when she got in he watched her until the doors closed and blocked them.
She began her first day as an intern distracted. She couldn’t stop thinking about their encounter, and analyzing every moment, word, touch, and look.
A few days went past, and after thinking non-stop about her first meeting with Ryan Forge, Leah decided that he may have just been trying to be a friendly guy, and that she didn’t want to call him up and start having expectations of anything more.
She enjoyed her internship and started making friends. The summer was coming, and she was looking forward to warm evenings out and maybe dating again.
One night she was lounging on the couch, in her sweats, when her cell phone rang.
It was Ryan Forge.
“Hey Leah, what are you up to?”
“I’m just reading, what about you?”
“I’m about to ask you to dinner. Say yes?”
Her heart wanted to jump out of her chest.
‘Alright, give me a half hour minutes.’
“Sure, take all the time you need.”
She scrambled, her hair was a mess, and she couldn’t decide on what to wear. All of this transpired while trying to put some make-up on. She finally decided on a simple black dress. It was figure-hugging, but was not too revealing. She paired it with an equally simple black pair of stilettos that had a thin heel and ankle straps. She wore white pearl studs in her ears and a gold wrist cuff.
She grabbed her wallet and phone, and dashed out the door. Her heart raced the entire elevator ride down. He was standing on the curb, leaning against a small black limousine. A smile grew on his face as she approached him, and she could feel him, scanning her from her toes right up to her hair. She hoped she looked decent.
“Good evening,” he spoke with a glint in his eye.
“Evening,” she replied courteously.
He opened the limousine door and climbed in after her. He told the driver to take them to his favorite hideaway. She assumed he meant a bar or restaurant.
“You look lovely,” he smiled at her.
“Thank you,” she replied.
‘I hope I can show you a good time tonight.’
‘Thanks for
the invitation,’ she replied.
She was starting to feel more relaxed and comfortable with him, he seemed like a warm and friendly person, not as intimidating as what she’d read and seen about him on TV.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise, but I’m sure you’ll like it.”
It was quite a long ride, and she started to grow anxious as they got onto the highway and drove out of the city.
They continued making small talk in the car, and he poured them both glasses of champagne. She was always a cheap date and started to feel tipsy fairly quickly.
She began to relax, and they shared some laughs; he had a good sense of humor. He moved closer to her, so close that their thighs were touching. Occasionally he would place his hand on her knee, sometimes squeeze it a little bit.
Her heart was racing, but she felt comfortable at the same time.
The combination of not being touched by a man for a while, and the alcohol made her feel excited. She started to tingle inside, and became flirtier.
“I thought a guy like you would never be interested in a girl like me,” she confessed. “That’s why I didn’t call.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a very attractive woman, Leah.”
She blushed and giggled, the champagne was hitting her quite quickly.
The car started to slow, and pulled up on a long winding driveway surrounded by tall trees. Eventually it stopped and the driver opened the door for them. Ryan stepped out first and then reached inside to take her hand and help her out of the car.
She gasped when she looked out in front of her. They were at a beach, and there was a 2 seated dining table set up with candles and flowers, and a fire next to it. There was also a seating area with a couch and a table.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
‘You like it?’ he beamed down at her.
“It’s beautiful!”
“Great!” he grinned as he took her hand and led her over to the couch. They sat down and he opened another bottle of champagne. This time they were very close and feeling more intimate and relaxed.