My Husband's Lesbian Boss: Book 1: After Party

by Amanda Clover

  “So sexy,” murmured Valerie. She continued to strum my clit with one hand. She caressed my breasts with the fingers of her other hand. She pinched one of my hard nipples between her thumb and finger and sent a pang of pain through my body. She pushed her fingers into my mouth and I sucked them as I looked into her eyes. She returned her wet fingers to my breasts and they felt like tongues lapping gently at my sensitive nipples.

  My pleasure grew towards an inevitable explosion and Valerie knew the effect she was having on me. She finally slipped her finger inside me, pressing deep into my hot channel with one finger and then two. Her touch curled in my clutching pussy and the heel of her hand continued to press against my clit.

  “Oh, fuck, Valerie,” I gasped. “You’re going to make me cum.”

  She pinched my nipple, sending another jolt of pain through me to stoke my pleasure. She hissed against my lips, “Cum for me, Audrey. I know you have been holding this in for so long. Let it go. Let it go and cum all over my fingers.”

  “Ohhhhhh, Valerie,” I cried, my pleasure echoing out into the office lounge. “Ohhhhh, god, I’m cumming. I’M CUMMING!”

  She held me tightly in her arms as I bucked my hips and fucked against her fingers. I nuzzled against the side of her neck, kissing her there and inhaling her sweet scent as ecstasy rippled through me. I worked my hips, but Valerie did most of the work. Her fingers seemed to know just where to touch me with each thrust and the flat of her hand pounded pleasure into my clit. My orgasm squeezed against her fingers. I gasped and called her name. I think I even bit her collar in the mind-melting throes of my orgasm.

  It was such an intense orgasm that it left my thighs trembling as it receded. I let out a long sigh. Valerie slowed her thrusting fingers. The scent of my sex was in the air, mingling with her perfume. I kissed her neck just below her ear. I slowly lifted my head from her shoulder, stood up, and looked into her dark eyes.

  “Oh, Valerie,” I whispered. She kissed me softly on my lips. My mouth opened to her, but she pulled back.

  “You should not feel guilty,” she said.

  I laughed softly, because I didn’t feel guilty at all. This was something I had wanted in some part of my mind since I was ready to think about sex.

  “No guilt,” I said. “But I think I owe you a debt.”

  She seemed to consider my words. She nodded curtly and gazed at me as she trailed her hands down her hips to the hem of her skirt. She slowly raised the tightly-fitted charcoal-gray skirt up her legs, revealing her dark stockings and the creaminess of her thighs from her stocking tops to her black silk panties. She wore garters with her stockings and I could not resist stroking from her silky stockings upper her garters to her shapely hips. She wore her panties over her garters, which made it easy for me to draw them down her thighs.

  Valerie had a womanly cunt. Not overly fleshy, but ample compared to my tiny, delicate flower. Her dark hair was trimmed into a neat triangle on her mound and her musk was exciting and rich.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured and kissed her again. She guided my hand between her thighs and to the hot fur of her cunt. I pressed my fingers against her folds and massaged the slick entrance of her pussy. I tried to emulate how she had touched me, but I was so excited I could not keep my fingers out of her. As we kissed, as our tongues danced together, I thrust two fingers into the hot channel of her pussy.

  “Yessss,” she hissed. “Fuck me just like that.”

  We shared another hungry kiss as Valerie shrugged out of the jacket she wore and dropped it to the floor at our feet. Her blouse was similar to the one she had worn the night before, with the addition of a tied ribbon of blue at her throat that matched the blue of her button-down blouse. She untied the ribbon and tossed it aside as her tongue pressed into my mouth and mine into her. I pumped my fingers in and out of her steamy cunt as she began to unbutton her blouse.

  Her breasts were creamy white and shuddered as she worked to remove her heavy-duty bra. As she freed her mounds from confinement I let out an appreciative moan. They were even larger than I had expected, kept contained by her choice of bra. Her breasts were pendulous but pleasingly round, with wide peach-colored areolas and nipples almost as fat and long as the tips of my little fingers. She cradled them in her hands and offered me her nipples.

  She told me, “Suck them” and I offered no resistance as she pulled my head down to her chest.

  I buried my face against her soft mounds. I squeezed and caressed her with one hand as I continued to fuck her soaking cunt. She guided a nipple to my mouth and I sucked her eagerly. I flicked her fat nipple with my tongue and drew the soft flesh of her breast into my mouth with suction. My lips popped wetly and I swirled my tongue around and around her fat nipple. Her soft valley and pillowy mounds seem to swallow my face. I kissed her breasts, I licked her nipples, and I savored her soft, womanly tits. She held the back of my head and did not let me stray far from her cleavage. Her hips rolled as she fucked against my fingers.

  “That’s it,” she gasped. “Oh, suck them. Suck them… make me cum. Nnnnnnnnn.”

  She bit her lower lip and whined with pleasure. Her hips jerked with the urgency of her pleasure. Her hot channel squeezed around my thrusting fingers. Her grip on my head tightened and she smothered me with her breasts. I moaned against them as she cried out and fucked desperately against my fingers.

  “Aahhhh! Audrey! Ahhhhhh!” Her hot juices spilled down my fingers and into my hand. There was no mistaking the powerful contractions of her orgasm. I grabbed her ass with one hand, spreading her ass and squeezing it tightly as she tensed her cheeks and fucked against my fingers in her pussy. Her shuddering release finally escaped her in a long sigh. Her fingers slowly relaxed their grip on the back of my head and she let me up from her smothering mounds. I slid my fingers slowly out of her hot cunt.

  “Did I do that right?” I asked her, somewhat sarcastically.

  “Oh, you have a natural talent, Audrey,” she laughed and pressed her lips to mine. I brought my leg up against hers and stroked my thigh against her hip. Her tits were warm and a little wet against my breasts. She murmured against my lips, “That was a freebie. The next time, you have to earn the right to cum with me.”

  I pulled back and gave her a slightly confused, “What?”

  She laughed and teased a finger beneath my chin. “You are so sweet and innocent, my dear, I had to make you cum. Next time, I cum first. I am the boss and I get what I want.”

  “Yessss,” I moaned, enthralled by her womanly power.

  We shared a long, hot kiss. I wanted to do more with her, to explore by lesbian desires further, but Valerie pushed me away.

  “Get dressed and go home to your husband,” she said. She scooped her bra up and fitted the heavy-duty cups over her big, soft breasts. “I will let you know when I need you to service me.”

  “Ohhh,” I moaned. I loved the way she said that. I imagined what she might have me do as I pulled on my clothes. Once I was dressed, I started to leave. Valerie stopped me at the door and pulled me back into her arms for one last, linger kiss. Her mouth tasted so sweet. I could still smell the sex in the air. I chased her lips with mine and tried to urge her tongue deeper into my mouth. She pulled away and ended our kiss.

  “See you soon, Audrey,” she said and gave my ass a squeeze.

  “Whenever,” I swallowed my lust, “you need me to, um, service you.”

  “That’s the spirit, young lady,” she chuckled.

  I was so out of it as I drove home that I turned the wrong way down a one-way street. All I could think about was Valerie and what had happened in her office. I could still feel her hot fur beneath my fingers, the softness of her folds and that hot wetness as I thrust my fingers inside her. And my lips felt chapped from kissing her so much and so patiently. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure I did not have a red ring around my mouth.

  Even her smell was still with me. I realized as I was pulling into the lot of our apart
ment build that I had never washed my fingers. They were still coated in her residue. I held them to my nose and inhaled the faint musk of her cunt. I wanted to suck my fingers and fuck myself right there in the parking garage. I wanted to close my eyes and see her naked except for her stockings and garters. I wanted to tell her how I would do whatever she wanted.

  But I didn’t do any of those things. I parked the car, got out, and went up to our apartment. Todd was sitting on the couch and playing one of his stupid video games on our TV.

  “How did it go?” He asked.

  I busied myself with going through the day’s mail on the counter. I talked to him with my back turned.

  “Oh, it was fine. I ran into your boss.”

  “Valerie? Oh, really?” He paused his game. “Did she say anything about me?”

  I try to think of anything Valerie mentioned about Todd.

  “You, uh, didn’t come up,” I admitted. “I’m sure she isn’t worried about you getting drunk. I was really drunk too. She’s a sweetheart.”

  “Yeah, right. Valerie Pryce is a sweetheart? That’s hilarious, honey.” He started his game back up and went back to blasting zombies with a machine gun.

  “She did get us a limousine last night,” I pointed out, but he was no longer paying attention to me.

  I didn’t really care if Todd wanted to ignore me. I was still thinking about Valerie and I was relieved at the opportunity to leave him playing video games while I went to take a bath. I drew a hot bath in our clawfoot tub, dropped in one of my Lush bath bombs, and settled into the lavender-colored water. Something in the bomb continued to effervesce beneath my back for a few minutes, making my skin tingle as I relaxed into the warm water.

  My thoughts turned once more to Valerie. I closed my eyes and saw her lips. I caressed my perky breasts cresting out of the water, pinched my puffy nipples, and allowed my hands to follow my toned abdomen under the water. I stroked a hand between my thighs and I felt Valerie’s fingers on me once again.

  On a whim, I reached out with my free hand and felt for my phone on the sink beside the tub. I snapped a photo of myself in the tub with my hand covering my mound and texted it to Valerie. I added the caption, “Thinking of you…”

  It took a few seconds for the photo to send and I began to rub my clit as I waited for her response. My submerged fingers danced on my straining bud and I imagined they were Valerie’s fingers. I flicked my clit light with the tip of one submerged finger. The warm, gentle teasing made me imagine Valerie’s tongue. What would that feel like on my clit? Todd never had any idea of how to give me head, but I did not have a doubt that Valerie was an expert.

  I felt my orgasm cresting and focused on the fantasy of Valerie lapping between my parted thighs .I imagined that my finger, swirling around and tapping against my clit, was her hot tongue. I rubbed at my hard little bud and thrust my hips enough to create waves in the tub. The sweet-smelling, soapy water rippled over my jutting breasts and up to my chin. I let out a sigh as I felt my pleasure rise towards my orgasm and—

  My phone vibrated in my free hand, interrupting me for a moment. I looked at the screen and saw a text waiting from Valerie.

  “Very nice. But no touching yourself.” It was followed a moment later by another text. “You cum when I say you are allowed.”

  I gasped with a mixture of disappointment and surprise that she thought she could control whether or not I touched myself. Yet, Valerie’s bossy message also excited me. I did exactly as she commanded. I had only been with her once and I could not imagine disappoint her.

  “I won’t,” I texted back.

  “Good girl,” she replied. “I will know if you disobey me.”

  “I know,” I replied, even though I wasn’t sure how she would know.

  “When you finish your bath,” she said, “send me a picture of your ass.”

  “Sure lol,” I texted.

  “No laughing matter. I will spank your firm little bottom red if you disobey me.”

  I realized the game she was playing. She was setting rules for me so that I would break them. She was giving me an excuse to get disciplined by her hand. I have never been the sort of person who wants to be spanked by a lover, I have even told Todd specifically not to, but the idea of Valerie bending me over her desk and paddling my firm bottom excited me in new ways.

  I resumed playing with my clit and imagined Valerie’s harsh tone as she scolded me for masturbating. I lay flat against her desk with my feet apart and my ass lifted up. She pulled my jeans down roughly and slid her hands into the back of my panties. “Oh, you naughty little slut,” she told me and squeezed my toned bubble butt.

  “Oh, please, Miss Pryce,” I gasped in the tub as I frigged my clit and imagined my punishment. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please don’t spank me.”

  In my fantasy, Valerie was merciless. She paddled my bottom until it was burning hot and spanked a rosy red. I turned onto my knees in the tub and lifted my soapy ass up out of the water. I fucked myself with two fingers and rolled my hips. At the height of my pleasure, my orgasm gripped my fingers and I cried out loudly enough that my voice echoed in the bathroom. I snapped several one-handed photos over my shoulder as I came hard against my fingers.

  After I had spent my pleasure, I leaned over the rim of the tub, gasping to catch my breath. I thumbed through the photos on my phone. The shots were blurry and most of them were not centered properly, but there was one that perfectly captured me in the throes of my orgasm. My back was arched, my lips were parted, and most my ass was visible in the frame. A little blurry, but I was clearly fucking myself with my fingers. My glistening ass looked phenomenal in the shot.

  I sent the photo to Valerie with the text, “Sorry, Miss Pryce, I couldn’t resist.”

  “I am very disappointed in you, Audrey.” She replied to me. “Come to the Chesapeake Hotel at 11:00 PM. I will deal with you tonight.”

  The Chesapeake Hotel was the nicest hotel in downtown Peach Valley. It was the sort of hotel that had a presidential suite where a president had actually stayed before. But going at eleven o’clock at night meant sneaking out while my husband was asleep. I thought of excuses for why I should refuse to meet with Valerie. They didn’t matter. I knew I could not refuse her. I needed more of her. I needed to explore the boundaries of my desires.

  “OK,” I texted back.

  “Good,” she sent. “Wear something nice for me. Some lingerie.”

  “Yes, Miss Pryce,” I texted.

  “Good. I like it when you call me Miss Pryce.” She texted a smiley face, but followed it up with, “It’s not going to get you out of being punished.”

  “Yes, Miss Pryce,” I replied.

  The rest of the day was a waiting game for me. I watched a movie, I went for a run, I even mopped the floors; anything to pass the time until my date. I made a light dinner and served red wine with it in the hopes of urging Todd off to bed early. It had the unfortunate side effect of making him horny. He grabbed me as I was cleaning up the dishes and pulled me into his lap.

  “You’ve got this sexy glow today,” he said, running his hands up and around to my breasts. He grabbed them roughly and plucked at my nipples through my bra. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

  “I’m just not hung over like you,” I said, trying to get up from his lap.

  “Fair point,” he said, but he would not let me up. He held me there on his lap until I felt his hard cock beneath my ass. “Mmmmm, but you are sexy. I want to throw you over this table and fuck your brains out.”

  Catching on a day late to what I wanted from him was so perfectly Todd. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and got up from his lap. “Not tonight, sweetie. I may be glowing, but I still feel icky after all that drinking.”

  “You took that long bath,” he said, almost pouting. “I thought you were getting ready for some action.”

  “Not tonight,” I lied.

  Luckily, Todd decided to keep drinking the wine. Before long, he was melting into
the sofa watching some stupid TV show. He polished off the bottle of red and drank the rest of a bottle of white we had in the refrigerator. It was enough to send him to bed by nine thirty. I gave him fifteen extra minutes to be sure he asleep and then looked in on him in the bedroom. He was sound asleep and snoring like a cartoon character.

  It was time for me to get ready for my hot date.

  The Chesapeake Hotel

  I chose a blue lace half-cup that looked almost like a sling for my perky breasts and barely covered my little areolas. The white accents seemed to emphasize the depth of my bust without falsely enhancing it with padding. I wore the matching boy shorts teasingly low and leaned over to inspect my derriere over my shoulder in the mirror. The blue lace cradled my ass and allowed a tantalizing bit of creamy, bikini-patterned cheek to peek out on each side.

  I wore a flimsy, two-toned lavender and white summer dress over the bra and panty set and matched it with a high-heeled pair of sandals. It was not fancy, but I thought it qualified as something nice, and more importantly, I looked smoking hot. I let my long, blonde hair flow freely around my shoulders and I imagined Valerie behind me, grabbing a handful of my silky hair and jerking my head up as she delivered sharp swats to my firm ass.

  “Punish me,” I moaned at my reflection in the mirror and wiggled my ass from side to side.

  The lobby of the Chesapeake Hotel was an art deco masterpiece. I felt naked standing there in my short summer dress. To his credit, the night manager was very polite as I approached his desk.

  “How can I help you, ma’am?” He asked with a smile.

  “I’m, uh, here to see Miss Pryce,” I said. “I’m not sure which room she is—“

  He reached under his desk and brought out a bouquet of red roses.

  “These are for you,” he said. “Compliments of the hotel. Miss Pryce is waiting for you in the penthouse. She instructed me to send you up when you arrived. The elevator is just over there.”