And that answer came in the form of a kiss. He reached in and ran his hand along my face, holding my cheek and looking deep into my eyes. His hands were rough and strong, and I wondered how they could have possibly gotten that way when he was wealthy enough to have everything done for him, if he wanted to. He leaned forward and our lips met.
For a moment, the world melted away. There was nothing except for our bodies, close together, and my heart thundering in my chest. In that kiss, I knew the truth. I knew that I meant something much more to him than I had feared.
He pulled away, and then he looked deep into my eyes. “Come with me,” he said suddenly, before taking me by the hand. Together we ran from his office and down the hallway.
“Mr. Vice! Mr. Vice!” Kevin from accounting called after the faint glimpse of his boss, before we disappeared around the corner. But Chris pretended that he hadn’t heard. Business would have to wait- when he set his mind to something, it always happened.
Another voice called Chris's name as well, but he ignored that one also. Soon, we went from the relatively dim interior into the bright sunlight outside. I blinked against it, but still followed his insistent pulling. A moment after we left the building, we were in his car and edging out of the parking lot.
Chris was a man that insisted on driving himself, rather than using a car service. He said that he never wanted to give up his freedom and that he never wanted to lose himself in the trappings of wealth. Together we drove; the top was down, and the wind rushed through my hair. The sun warmed my skin. Music floated from the speakers. It was a perfect day, and I had a feeling that it was going to get even better.
“Where are we going?” I asked. We hadn’t been on the road for very long, but I was dying to know all the same.
Chris just smiled. It was his enigmatic smile that told me that I’d have to wait. I sighed, then looked out the window to enjoy the view as we drive.
It didn’t take long for us to get to the airport. Even less time to get to the company jet. The jet was beautiful inside and out; the seats were large and comfortable, and there was a business center on one side. I could get used to traveling like that. I felt the tingle in my stomach as we took off… or maybe it was the way Chris’ hand brushed against mine as I leaned over to look out the window.
“You might want to call your husband, let him know you’re going to be late,” Chris suggested, pointing towards the phone mounted on the desk. He pulled a copy of the Wall Street Journal from the seat’s pocket; it was the one that had an article about him in it.
As I crossed to the desk, I wondered what it was that I should say to Andrew.
“Tell him you’re with me,” Chris said without looking up. “And tell him that you’ll be very late.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I only nodded, because Andrew picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Andrew…” I paused. “I’ll be late tonight.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. I thought that connection may have been lost until I heard him breathe deeply. “Is he fucking you again… without me there?” There was hurt in his voice, which hurt to hear. I did love my husband, he just didn’t know how to satisfy me.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. I still didn’t know what Chris had planned. At the same time, I didn’t know how my husband would feel about the ambiguity.
When Andrew answered, it was barely a whisper. “I’m okay with it, if he does… as long as you come home to me.”
My head spun. It took me a moment to realize that I had actually heard him correctly. Could it really be? Could I really have everything I desired? “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it, and… I want you to do it. I can’t explain it, but I want it. And I know you do, too. So, if it happens, I’m okay with it.”
Life’s funny sometimes.
“He’s okay with it, isn’t he?” Chris asked. It was like he could read my thoughts. Or maybe he just had excellent hearing.
“Yeah,” I replied, sitting next to him again.
The look in Chris’s eyes, the smile in the corner of his lips, told me that he had been expecting that. That he wasn’t surprised at all.
“How did you know he’d say that?” I asked. I was genuinely curious. I was fairly certain that he didn’t have any magical powers, and I never saw a crystal ball in his office. Yet, somehow, he knew.
“It was all over his face,” Chris explained. “And a little bit in his pants. He enjoyed it. He loved every minute of it. And the more he tried to deny it, the more it came to the surface. Hell, I’m surprised it took him this long to tell you.”
I thought back to the other night. I thought back to the way my husband stared at me, as though he were seeing me for the first time. In a very real way, he was.
The rest of the flight was quiet. I was lost in my thoughts, and Chris allowed me time to think about my new life. He could tell that I needed it. As mile after mile slipped past below, I found myself going through a subtle transformation. First I was confused and unsure. Then, happy. Then, something on a whole different level altogether.
I jumped when the landing gear hit the runway. I hadn’t even realized that we were descending, much less about to land.
“Where are we?” I asked, hoping he would tell me now that we had arrived. I leaned over him to look through the small window, but the only thing that I could tell was that we were at a small airport.
“Baltimore. Near it, at least. Remember how you were saying that there’s nowhere to get good steamed crabs back home?”
“Yeah…”
“This is where you get good steamed crabs.”
“So you’re giving me crabs?”
“Or whatever you’re in the mood for. There’s a-" Chris laughed, finally getting the joke. “Yeah, I’m giving you crabs.” He chuckled.
We made it to the Inner Harbor in time for dinner. Chris had reservations, of course. Not for a table, like I would have expected, but for the entire section. I didn’t know if it was for my benefit or for his own, but I appreciated it all the same. After all, I was still a married woman, out on what may or may not have been a date with a man that wasn’t my husband. Even though I didn’t know anyone that lived in the Inner Harbor area, I was able to relax a little bit better without the fear of getting caught.
Not like getting caught with Chris would have been the worse thing in the world, of course.
The food was as delicious as he had promised and as plentiful as I had hoped. There was crab still in the shell, and the shrimp was so fresh that I imagined that they caught it just before bringing it out. The wine flowed freely and the appetizers were appetizing. Somewhere, out in the harbor, a ship let out a low greeting. It was coming back home. It was the perfect night.
After we ate, we walked around the harbor, looking at the lights reflecting in the water. The city lights were much too bright to see many stars, but the ones I could see were beautiful.
We didn’t end up having sex that night. Not anywhere near the harbor, not on the plane and not on the way back to the office. It was actually somewhat of a relief. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to- God knows that I did. But I was relieved that he didn’t expect it for showing me such a nice time. He was still a man who was accustomed to getting what he wanted, but he appeared to also be a man who wanted me to be happy. I never wanted to ask if that side of him was there, but he decided to show me that it was.
He dropped me off at the house. I wasn’t surprised to find that Andrew had waited up for me. I was surprised to find dinner kept in the warmer for me. He didn’t know that I had eaten already, and the gesture was far too sweet for me to tell him.
“I thought you might be hungry,” he explained, setting the table for me. It was a simple meal- Andrew was never much of a cook- but it was really the thought that counted.
“Thank you,” I smiled. “It smells delicious.”
Andrew beamed, and watched intently as I ate.
I was already full, but I’d find a way to clean my plate anyway. “So, did you…” He paused, as though waiting for me to finish his thought.
“Did we fuck, is that your question?”
Andrew winced. “Yes. Did he fuck you again?”
I took another bite and chewed slowly. I swallowed, then took a long drink from my glass. “No,” I said finally.
A mixture of disappointment and relief flashed over his face. It was really all so new, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Neither did I.
“But I suppose that someone ought to…” I smiled, putting my fork down and pushing the plate away from me. I stood and walked towards the bedroom. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away from him. “Might as well be you tonight,” I added before disappearing around the corner.
I could hear the chair push across the floor, and I could hear his footsteps as he ran after me. By the time he caught up with me in the bedroom, he was nude. A moment later, so was I.
Andrew’s eyes were bright, like he was grateful for the opportunity.. He practically leaped on my body, pushing inside me like he was afraid I would change my mind. His thrusts were hard and passionate but lacked the precision and control that Chris had so quickly spoiled me with.
Andrew didn’t last very long, as usual. He grabbed my shoulders, using them for leverage as he fucked me. But his moans and desperate thrusts, I knew that he was about to cum. Our eyes met; his skin shimmered with perspiration.
“You don’t get to cum inside me,” I said, momentarily breaking his concentration.
“What?” he choked. He was very still inside my pussy, as though he was afraid that any movement at all would make him cum without my permission. “But I-”
“I’m still going to let you cum,” I interrupted. “But Chris says you can’t cum inside my pussy.” I pressed my tits together, giving him a different target to aim for.
Andrew groaned. He obviously didn’t like it, but he also didn’t have a choice. He pulled out of me and straddled my body; I could see my juices glistening on his shaft, and he used that as lubrication as he quickly stroked his cock. After only a few aggressive strokes, he came.
I’ve always been fascinated by cum, and I watched as his creamy load shot through the air and landed on my tits. The first spurt landed on my nipple, warm and thick. The second landed in my tightened cleavage and began sliding down the narrow ridge between my breasts.
Andrew lowered himself into a sitting position on my body, with this knees maintaining the bulk of his weight. He was out of breath and satisfied; I was neither.
“Did you cum?” he panted. I suspected that he already knew the answer.
“No,” I replied.
“Oh.” He didn’t say anything. Neither did I. “Do you want me to try again?” He asked.
“Doesn’t look like there’s much chance of that,” I replied, pointing to his cock. It was already deflated, and I knew from experience that he was done for the night.
“Do you want me to… I mean, would you like…” he stammered and mumbled, but I knew what he was trying to say. And I knew that he needed me to tell him. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, but I could.
I handed him my phone. “I want you to call Chris. Beg him to come over and fuck your wife.” I wondered if I would ever really lust after Andrew’s cock again, now that I’ve had something so much better. I didn’t wonder if he would do it- I knew that he would.
Something flashed over his face; the briefest twitch of a smile; a hint of excitement in his eyes; a barely perceptible flaring of the nostrils. But he couldn’t allow himself to admit his enthusiasm for his new role. Or perhaps it was his shortcomings that he couldn’t admit. Whatever the reason, he had to protest.
“Why do I have to call?” he whined. “You’re the one that wants to fuck him so bad- you call him.” A rare moment of defiance. Interesting.
I pushed him away, then stood. He still clutched the phone. “If you could fuck me right, you wouldn’t have to,” I shot back. “You’re going to call him, while I clean your sneeze off my tits. I want to be clean when he gets here.” I walked away. I could only hear Andrew’s side of the conversation as I cleaned myself.
“Chris, it’s Andrew…" His voice quivered just a little bit as he spoke. He cleared his throat and continued. "I was wondering, if you wouldn't mind- I mean, if you have time... yes, sorry. Could you please come over and fuck Jaime?"
My breath caught in my throat. When I first started this journey, I was worried that my husband would find out. I couldn't have imagined that he would someday be calling to ask another man to fuck me. And it still surprised me that he had done it so soon.
"No, I couldn't," Andrew continued, then paused to listen to Chris' reply. I could see Andrew's ears redden with embarrassment and knew exactly what Chris had asked him. "Okay, I'll let her know. Thank you."
"What did he say?" I asked. I hadn't bothered getting dressed, it would only slow things down and I really didn't want to wait a moment longer than necessary. I did, however, put on a fresh pair of panties. I liked having his cum inside me, and the panties would ensure that it stayed there for as long as possible. Perhaps someday, I'll get off the pill and let Chris put a baby in me. I cleared my head, not wanting to get my hopes up.
"He's on his way; he'll be here soon," Andrew replied. "Do you want me to leave or something?"
I laughed, genuinely amused by the offer and cowed expression. "Not this time; I'll let you watch, if Chris is willing."
Andrew nodded. Once again, I could see the eagerness in his eyes.
I had no idea how much time passed between the call and the knock on the door. What could only have been minutes seemed like hours as I waited for him. Just knowing that he was coming soon had my pussy absolutely dripping, and I could feel a damp spot forming in my panties. Finally, he arrived. Andrew sat on the couch, and I glared at him. "Aren't you going to let him in?" I demanded.
He looked startled, but recovered and jumped to his feet. "Yes, sorry," he mumbled as he rushed to get the door. When it was opened, Chris pushed past my husband as though he wasn't even there. I greeted him with a smile, arching my back slightly to accent my breasts. Perhaps it was a matter of perception, but I felt that they never looked as perfect as they did now that Chris wanted them.
He surprised me with a kiss- strong and firm, his lips warm against my own and his hands running down my back to cover my ass. It was still tender, and my body seemed to react desperately to his touch. My head swam, my pussy tightened and my heart thundered. I was exactly where I wanted to be. By the time he broke the kiss, I was out of breath and very nearly out of my mind. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom; he didn't ask or invite me- he simply took me, as though he didn't even question the reality that I was his entirely. Andrew followed meekly, and I pointed to the corner before Chris threw me onto the bed.
Onto MY bed. My marriage bed. The side where my husband slept at night. The very thought drove me wild. A glanced over at my husband, who was watching from the corner. He had already released his cock and was stroking it in anticipation of the act. I glanced at Chris' member, only seeing it briefly before I felt it slide against my thigh. There was no comparison between the two. In felt Chris pull my panties to the side, and then he was inside me. He wasn't gentle or timid, and he certainly wasn't small. He was a man who was willing and able to take what he wanted; and right now, what he wanted was me. And he had me, completely.
I screamed and moaned, losing myself in the moment entirely. I forgot that Andrew was there at all until I heard him moan as he came; I'd have to make sure he cleans that up when he's done cleaning me. But that would have to wait; for now, all that I was, was for Chris' pleasure. His cock reached spots deep within me that Andrew's never could, and they both knew it. I could barely hear the sounds of our bodies- his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy and our hips pressing together with each thrust- over my lusty moans and whispered begging. I only hoped that he would allow
me to cum this time…
Strong hands lifted me, and in my state of mind it took me a moment to realize that Chris was repositioning my body. He pulled my panties off and threw them to Andrew, who caught them with a dazed expression. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply, and kept it there as he watched. With a bit of effort, Chris was now on his back, and I on top of him. This left my ass facing towards my husband and, I realized, giving him a very clear view of Chris’ cock as he entered me once again. I knew that Andrew could see the glistening, engorged cock head part my lips and press inside, and that he could see the thick, veiny shaft as it stretched out my hole.
Chris’ hands slid down my back and onto my ass, spreading my cheeks as he guided me up and down on his cock. The weight of my body forced him deeper into me, filling me more than I ever thought possible. I felt so incredibly full, nearly to the point of pain.
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