by Jason Lenov
I smile at him and pull him closer, so he has to lean back on the couch. Then I lift his arm over my head and cuddle up into the crook. "What kind of stuff?"
My pussy's already wet at the possibility of him bringing it up. I want to stuff his hand between my legs and make him rub me off.
Not yet.
I want to enjoy this feeling a little bit longer. I want to ride this wave of control.
Anderson narrows his eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," he growls. "Don't sit there acting all innocent. I'm not an idiot, you know?"
I'm a little taken aback. A wave of remorse crashes through me. "Anderson, what? No! I'm... " I really didn't mean for him to think I was playing him. I was just having some fun! "You're reading this all wrong."
"Am I? I've seen you watching me. I've been trying to get this out of my mind all weekend. You've just been watching me and trying not to laugh!"
Shit. I went too far. I thought I was being discreet but I guess not. "Baby, okay, you know what? You're right. I... I never meant to make you feel bad. I promise."
It takes him a moment to relax. I can see he's fighting with himself to believe me, to trust what I've said. The tension leaves his shoulders and he lets himself sink deeper into the couch.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I'll be honest with you though, it was kind of fun."
"Was it?" Anderson asks, his voice a little low and rough.
I try to charm him with a wider smile. "Yes. Don't be mad. It was just... I liked knowing you were thinking about me all that time."
Anderson contemplates that for a minute before smirking and shaking his head. "You're sick, you know that?"
It seems like a good time to feign shock and I slap him playfully on the arm. "Hey! It's not just me! Didn't you start this whole thing?"
That seems to throw him off balance. His expression hardens into worry, the kind of look guys get when they're not sure if they should be offended by something that's been said.
Normally I'd take it back. I'd console him and tell him that's not what I meant right away. I'd make sure he knew that he was wanted and loved and that I didn't mean to upset him.
Something's changed, though.
I don't do that now. Now I sit there watching him work through it on his own. I can see it in his eyes. I can see the moment he decides not to be offended.
And I fucking love it. I love that I just knocked him off balance with just a little phrase like that.
We sit in silence for a long time, Anderson playing out whatever he needs to inside his head.
I revel in the sudden power I feel over him.
Fuck. Am I being a huge bitch? It's just a game, after all. I'll just tease him a bit longer...
"Have you been thinking about it?" he asks, finally.
"What, about fucking my boss?" I see the moment he feels the impact from what I've said in his eyes. I practically hear the air leaving his lungs. I can't resist a glance down to see his hard cock.
My pussy's gushing now and I'm so horny I just want to spread my legs and fuck. But this is so fun. I don't want to stop. Not just yet.
I reach down and just manage to touch the tip of his cock before he pushes my hand away.
"Stop that. Don't," he mutters.
Hello. This is new. I search his eyes trying to find what this is all about. He looks wounded but there's excitement behind that, too. I can smell it on him.
He glances up, then looks away. As if he's too timid and shy to face this head on.
"We can do things like that."
That get's his attention. He looks up. "What?"
"We can just forget about all this."
Liar. I'm being a fucking liar.
There's no way I can forget about this. Not now. Not after seeing his reaction, or mine. I need to at least... I just want a little taste of what this would be like.
Anderson sighs. "It's not that I don't want to try... " He drifts off, searching for the right words.
I give him time. As much as he needs.
"What... how? How would this work?"
I shrug. It seems like it's best to play it cool now. There can't be any harm in trying it if it turns him on. I just have to convince him it's what he wants. Or, show him that, rather. I think he's already convinced.
"I could go into the office tomorrow and fuck my boss?"
Anderson's mouth falls open and his eyes go wide. "You wouldn't," he whispers after a while.
"Not if you don't want me to, no." I'm being honest. As honest as I can be.
Anderson thinks about this for a while. "But you would? If... if I said it was okay? You'd do it then."
I can tell this is a big moment. It feels like something is going to change based on my reply. But the decision's already been made. I'm not going to lie to him. "If you said it was okay? I'd do it right now."
***
Anderson
I've spent the weekend trying to push the image of Serena on her back with her legs in the air, Dale pumping his cock into her, out of my mind.
I can't. It won't leave. I know she's been watching me. I know she knows what's up. We know each other like that.
I also can't believe what I'm hearing right now. I can't believe she said what she's said. I can't believe she would actually go through with this.
Most of all I can't believe how turned on I am by it.
But there's still some part of my rational, reasonable mind at work asking questions. I decide to just blurt them out. "What if... what if it breaks things."
"Breaks things?" she asks.
"I mean between us. What if... what if it fucks everything up?"
"Fucks everything up how?" Serena asks.
My insides tighten at having to explain it to her. "I... what if you... go through with it and I can't take it? What if I tell you to do it and you go do it tomorrow and you come home and I... I can't handle that you've done it? What then?"
Serena nods.
I'm glad she does. I'm glad she doesn't try to find some excuse that that wouldn't happen. It means she's worried about it, too.
"You're right. I don't think... I don't know if there's any way to be sure that won't happen."
I know the way to be sure. I know what I want her to do. "What if... "
Her eyes brighten. "What if what?"
Her excitement sends my heart racing and my stomach twisting into a jealous knot. "What if I didn't... what if I was there?"
Serena's smile and giggle remind me of how I felt getting rejected by Sarah Stevens when I asked her to the prom. "What if you were there? You mean... come to work with me?"
My face flushes red and I suddenly want out because I feel like a loser for even bringing it up. I fight past the urge to get up and storm off. "No not, obviously not coming to work with you."
"I'm sorry," she says, her voice softening. "Then what?"
This doesn't feel good any more. It feels like I've let something out of its cage that I can't get back. When it was still in my head it was mine. I could control it and use it the way I wanted. Now that it's out in the open... that's what it is.
I don't feel like I have any control over it any more.
"What if we invited him for dinner?" I blurt out before I can stop myself.
Serena pauses. Her eyes move side to side. Then she looks back up. "You mean... "
"I mean, yeah. After that... I don't know. Do you think he could... ?"
Fuck you while I was watching?
Serena's back arches a little as she moves closer.
I don't understand what's happening for a moment until she reaches into my pants and grabs my cock. Only then do I understand how incredibly hot this has made her.
Maybe that's it? Maybe that's my control?
She presses her body up close to mine and starts kissing my neck, her fist stroking my shaft with long, slow pumps. "Fuck Anderson, I can't take it any more. Please, fuck me now!" she whispers.
I want to finish what we were talking about. I wa
nt to have a sober conversation about it and, I don't know, decide on things and sort things out. Like who gets to do what and... if there are lines we shouldn't cross and stuff but. Oh fuck. She's all over me, pressing me down onto the couch.
She crawls out of her jogging pants and peels her underwear off and the sight of her soft, drooling cunt makes my cock harden.
Lying on my back I put my hands on her ass and yank her until she's on my chest, then almost on my neck, the sharp smell of her hungry pussy burning up my nose into my lungs.
Serena shuffles a few inches forward and settles her cunt onto my mouth.
I split that tender slit and push my tongue into her salty insides. I feel her squeeze it with her snatch. Some of her juice comes dripping out.
Holding her down with two hands I sweep up with my tongue until I find the engorged nub of her clit, throbbing with need. Just the first lick makes her double over and mewl. The harder I start to suck, the more she starts grinding against my face, trying to get off.
I love eating her out. I love making her feel good. I love what her body does when I kiss her soft pussy.
But it's not easy being this hard, especially not after the talk we just had and didn't finish.
As her climax builds, her body tenses up, her thighs squeezing my head until I fell like it's going to pop.
She pops first.
She comes with a ferocious scream, grabs my hair with her fists and jams my mouth against her puss.
I lick every last drop of liquid that's dripping out of her, until she can't stand my touch any more.
She shuffles down my body and is about to shove my cock into her cunt.
I grab her and turn her over, enjoying the scream the violent movement elicits. Slamming her body into the couch, I press the head of my cock against her wet pussy.
I look up and into her eyes. They're wild and full of excitement.
I look down at my cock, then up her body again. I want to see all of her. I want to see her belly and her tits. I yank her shirt up.
She gets the picture, crosses her arms and pulls it up above her head. Her beautiful tits with their fat nipples come spilling out.
Suddenly I want to show her that I'm in control. I reach down, squeeze a nipple between a finger and a thumb. Tight enough to make her scream.
"Anderson!" she shouts. "Fuck!"
At that moment I force my cock into her, drilling it deep until I feel my nuts touch her ass.
Her eyes roll back into her head and her legs wrap around my trunk.
I grab her tit with one hand, holding myself up on the couch with the other, start to fuck.
She's as hungry for this fuck as I am to blow my load inside her. Every time I think of what she's thinking about, wonder whether she's dreaming about Dale's cock inside her, I pinch her nipple.
Maybe to snap her out of it? I don't know.
She screams and struggles a bit when I do it but never tells me to stop. Her legs are wrapped around me tight, our groins grinding together as my cock ruts into her tight pussy.
I can feel my orgasm coming as my nuts tighten up.
Her pussy's gushing so much my balls are wet from it and they fall on her ass with wet slaps with each thrust.
I harden inside her.
She tightens around me.
We both look down our bodies, to where mine is plunging into hers. My mind moves into that space, the one where it's not me fucking her but him. A dark cock plowing deep into her insides.
It sends me over the edge.
Serena screams one last time as my cock pulses inside her. Her pussy clamps down on it and she comes up off the couch, reaches around me and digs her nails into my back as she comes.
It stretches out my orgasm, the pain of her sharp nails biting into my skin mingling with the searing pleasure of nutting my seed into her cunt. It feels like it last forever, both of our bodies tight as we soar through the climax.
Then the release and I collapse on top of her, panting and sweating, her breasts heaving against my chest as she tries to catch her breath. We lie there like that for a while until we calm down.
I pull out slowly, cupping my cock so that it doesn't drip all over the couch and the carpet. One of these days we'll start fucking in the bedroom again, I guess.
Serena rolls off the couch.
Even I'm taken aback.
Not giving a fuck she gets up and walks naked through the room.
My eyes go wide as I watch a river of my semen run out of her pussy and trickle down the inside of her thigh. A thick glob of it becomes heavy enough that it breaks off and lands on the carpet.
Serena keeps walking, through the hallway, up the stairs, until I hear the shower turn on.
Strangely enough, it feels like the weirdest thing yet that's happened. My wife not caring about cum on the carpet? Something about it doesn't feel right.
Chapter 5
Serena
I walk into Dale's office the next morning after Anderson and I talk about it for a good chunk of the night.
I don't even need a second coffee, I'm so fucking pumped.
I catch Eve, Dale's secretary, off guard and she can barely get out of her seat before I'm through the door and inside. I'm pretty sure he won't mind.
"Uh, Mr. Evenson I'm sorry, I... Ms Archer just... " The poor thing's all flustered and it's all my fault.
Dale looks over my shoulder, over the bifocals he sometimes wears and at Eve. He raises an eyebrow, then cracks a smile. "It's alright, Eve. It's alright." He shoos her away with a wave and a moment later the door closes behind me.
Dale leans back in his chair, pulls the glasses slowly off his nose and sets them on his desk. Then he presses the tips of his fingers together and smiles a little wider. "Serena. Good morning. What can I do for you?"
A part of me wants his big, black dick right now. I want to feel that hot cock between my legs. I want to feel those powerful thighs spread my legs apart.
I can't. I told Anderson I wouldn't. I swore.
Anderson. I have a fleeting thought about what he must be doing right now, how he must be feeling knowing that I'm in here talking to Dale.
That same sense of power and lust invade me and make the ache in my insides even worse. There's no way I'm getting through the day without rubbing one off.
I manage a smile back at Dale but I'm not sure what to do with my hands.
"Won't you have a seat?" he asks.
Suddenly I feel ridiculous. What if he's over it? What if... what if it was all just a joke, or some kind of test and he never wanted to fuck me in the first place? What if...
What if I've been to eager, just storming into his office like I did first thing on a Monday morning? What the fuck was I even thinking?
"Serena? Everything alright?"
I take a deep breath. There's only one thing to do now. Play it like I knew what I was doing all along. "You have a nice weekend?" I ask.
Dale shoots me a curious glance, but nods. "Yes. You?"
"Wonderful," I reply. "Anderson and I really had good time at the party on Friday."
"Did you?" he muses.
"In fact, he was wondering if you'd be interested in coming over for dinner."
He pauses. The smile fades, but only slightly. "Dinner?" he asks.
"Yes. How's tonight?"
The smile really disappears this time as Dale Evenson tries to figure out exactly what the hell I'm talking about.
I feel drunk. Now it's not just one guy but two I can play this game with.
"Serena? What's this all about?"
My heart is pounding. This is it. What if I've read this all wrong? I could be fired! Staying calm, I step forward and smile. "Maybe you don't remember," I say quietly. "You asked me... a very personal question a few days after I got here?"
It feels like I've hooked in a big fish and now I'm reeling him in. I watch as his eyes fill with the recognition of what I'm talking about. "Yes," he answers. "Sure."
"Well," I say,
my voice nearly a whisper, "Anderson's decided that he wouldn't mind."
Dale's lips part slightly. "I beg your pardon?"
I swallow, trying to get the tightness out of my throat. "He wouldn't mind you fucking my pussy. He just doesn't want to feel left out."
I let the sentence hang in the air for a moment before spinning slowly around and walking toward the door.
Dale's disbelief and wonder hits me like a drug. I look over my shoulder. "Say, eight o'clock?"
The smile crawls across his lips much slower than it left, starting on one side. A moment later, he nods. "Alright. Eight o'clock." He tilts his head back and lets his eyes wander down my body.
One last smile and I'm out the door. I walk to the bathroom. There's one on the third floor that no one ever uses. Locking myself into the stall, I stuff my hand between my legs.
It takes less than a minute for me to come.
***
Anderson
I get the text sitting at my desk. I jump as the phone buzzes. Brian, my manager, is just walking through and I have to look busy until he disappears into his office before reaching over and taking a look.
My heart jumps when I see it's Serena.
He said yes.
Eight o'clock.
I had to masturbate, it was so hot.
That last sentence is like a knife in my heart. My wife just walked into her boss' office on a Monday morning and told him she wants to fuck him. At least that was the plan when we talked last night.
My hands are shaking as I text back.
What did he say?
A moment later, the reply comes.
I'll tell you all about it tonight.
I stumble and fumble my way through the day. I feel like a total wreck. By the time I pull into the driveway, my nerves are totally shot. Serena's not there so I go inside and wait.
With each passing minute, I sit and wonder where she could be. What if she changed her mind? What if she decided to fuck him at work after all? What would I do?
I torture myself with this question over and over until I hear her car pull up.
What if she's done it?
Is that, like, betrayal?
Should I be mad?
How should I react?