by Jason Lenov
"Oh really?" I say, feigning ignorance. "Might just be warm in here. I took the stairs up." It's a lie but it seems to stand up.
Still, I feel a prickle of irritation with Lorie. She's nice, but nosy. You know how sometimes women are?
I make it into the office without anyone else mentioning anything and close the door.
A few minutes later Dale walks in. I step away from the window and smile, watching him manoeuvre around the furniture with a casual gait. He comes up close to me, maybe a foot away and my heart starts to pound.
"Thanks for coming in."
"No problem," I reply, forcing myself to smile wider. "What can I do for you."
Dale chuckles. It's the first genuine smile I've seen on him since I walked in and it's a relief. "We can talk about that later. For now, if you could prepare that CPX report I'd appreciate it. We've got a lot of work to do before the board of directors meeting and I'd like to have all our ducks in a row before the end of the week. Is that alright?"
"Of course," I say with a nod. But my insides are melting. All I can think about is how big he is and that he's my boss and that he's standing here acting like Saturday never happened.
It's a little humiliating but in a thrilling way, if that makes any sense. I don't know. Maybe it's the bad school girl thing. Something about him not mentioning us fucking makes me a little angry and a lot hotted up.
"Good," he says and finally gives me the attention I crave. His eyes wander down, pause at my blouse, then roam further down to my legs before slowly returning to my eyes.
I consider myself a feminist but he does it so casually, like he owns me and it turns me on so much.
"I enjoyed fucking you this weekend," he says, smiling casually as if her were just adding some detail about the CPX report. "I didn't even mind that your husband was there."
It sends another jolt through me that settles right in my now soaked pussy. And I have nothing to say. I just... I can't think of a single thing. What do you say? Thank-you? I enjoyed fucking you too? Thanks for sticking your thumb in my ass?
So I just stand there staring at him, a little dumbstruck and really turned on.
"I'm thinking that maybe this afternoon you should come back, some time after lunch, and I'll let you suck my black dick again. What do you say? Would you like that?"
My pussy clenches at the request and his nonchalance. But something inside me... there's something not quite right.
I can't help but look down. The outline of his cock along his suit pants, that fat cock that I dreamed of having shoved into me again all night, sends a shudder down my spine. "I... "
Anderson. Think. That's what's not right. There's still Anderson to think about.
"Is there a problem?" Dale asks.
"I... I shouldn't. Not... not... " I can't get the words out.
Dale nods, his eyes not leaving mine. "Not without your husband." He says it as if there's no need to explain. As if he already understands.
I just nod back.
"Fine. Why don't you ask him how he'd feel about me fucking you in the office every now and again."
The cool directness of the question nearly makes me gasp. Still, I can't find any words to say back.
"Well?" he asks. "Will that be alright?"
And all I can do is nod again and stare into his eyes. I try to choke out a "yes" but I'm just too... turned on and confused and... fuck! What the fuck is even going on!
As I walk back across the floor to my own office I feel like everyone's watching me. I feel like everyone knows. I feel like I'm naked and everyone can see every dirty secret I ever had.
And you know what? I fucking love it.
Chapter 8
Anderson
I'm sitting at home nursing a scotch when Serena gets home. It's such a relief when she smiles at me. It doesn't look like anything has happened. She doesn't look as if Dale fucked her at work.
I spent the day obsessing about her again. I was a mess. It kind of felt like being a teenager all over again, when girls were new and all of the uncertainty of whether I was doing anything right as a male would weigh on me every single day and night.
Serena kicks off her shoes and saunters into the living room smiling. "You going to offer me some of that?" she asks.
I haul myself up off the couch, tuck my shirt back into my pants and walk across the room. Ice cubes clink against the glass, followed by the cool sound of scotch being poured. When I sit back down, Serena puts her feet in my lap.
It's a comforting and disarming gesture at the same time. She likes having her feet rubbed and I like doing it but sometimes it feels more intimate than sex and I don't know if now's the time I want to...
She wiggles her toes, giggles and takes a sip of the scotch with her eyes closed.
I stare at her as she leans her head against the couch. In some ways I can't believe this is my wife. There's a newness to her that wasn't there before.
I set down my glass and wrap one hand around her foot while I pinch her big toe gently with the other.
"Mmmm... " she purrs, sinking even deeper into the couch.
We sit in silence for a while. Things seem to settle. The noise in my head seems to abate. Things seem normal, almost like before we did this. Almost.
"Did he fuck you?"
The question comes out of nowhere. My reaction to it is far stronger than Serena's. She doesn't even open her eyes. That's what gets me. How calm she's being about all this.
That was what got me yesterday, too. That was why I was fighting a foul mood the whole day. It's not that I don't want her to be having a good time, it's that she seems so unaffected by it. As if letting her boss fuck her the other night was no different than eating apple pie.
Her eyes open slowly, as if she's waking from a dream. She looks at the ceiling, smiles, then turns to look at me. "No, silly."
Silly.
A not unpleasant swell of humiliation rushes through me. She said it as if I was being some completely unreasonable, jealous, insecure guy for wanting to know if she fucked her boss at work.
Never mind.
I manage to brush the feeling aside.
"He wanted to, though." She says it almost as an afterthought, closing her eyes again.
He wanted to? He wanted to? I feel ice cold for a moment, then it passes and I'm myself again, trying to keep the room from spinning. "What do you mean?" I manage, my voice passably calm.
She turns to look at me again, her eyes wide open this time. "He told me to come to his office in the afternoon. He told me he'd let me suck his cock."
Her words are like a punch in the gut. Not because she doesn't talk dirty sometimes but because she's never done it about another guy. Hearing her talk about another man's cock, Dale's cock, the cock that's been inside her, makes everything way more real. I wonder if it's more real than I can handle. "What did you say?"
"I told him I couldn't."
Silence. I stare at her, studying her eyes, the line of her smile, trying to decipher what her expression means. "That's it? Nothing else?"
"He knew it was because of you."
"What was because of me?" I ask.
"He knew I didn't want to because... because I hadn't cleared it with you."
Cleared it with me. The way she phrases it makes it sound as ordinary as clearing a plane for take-off rather than me giving my wife permission to put another man's cock in her mouth. I take a swig of the scotch, a healthy one for courage, then turn to face my wife again.
"That's it? That's why you didn't do it? Because I... because you didn't know how I'd react?"
Serena tilts her head and her lips pout out a little.
The gesture makes me feel worse. I don't need her fucking sympathy. My anger starts to roil inside me, urged on by the scotch. I make an effort to tamp it down. That's not going to help anything now.
"I didn't do it, Anderson, because this is supposed to be about us. Remember? I didn't just want to... I didn't want to cross any lin
es I wasn't supposed to cross."
I want to believe her. I want to believe that's the reason she did it. I want to believe there's not something more sinister to her motives and that she really does care about me, about us, the same way she did before all this.
But I can't keep that thought, that fucking thought from kicking around in my mind.
Once you've had black...
It's stupid. It's a stupid cliche of a saying but it won't go away. What if it's true? What if now that she's had his black dick, she won't ever be satisfied with mine? What if she won't be able to stop?
"I thought... " Serena says, interrupting my thoughts. She reaches out and sets her glass on the table, swings her legs off the couch, then curls up next to me. "I thought that we could maybe have some dinner, take a shower, crawl into bed and, you know, see what happens?" She cranes her neck then nuzzles the tip of her button nose against my cheek.
My skin feels hot. I'm exhausted by all this and yet the promise of sex permeates through all of that. I'm not even that horny. I just want to try and find a space where we can be us again. Without him kicking around in my head all the time.
I lean close to her and kiss her on the lips. I try to stay in the moment and enjoy the taste of her but I can't help myself. I try to find something different about her smell. Is that the scent of man? Is that the smell of Dale in her hair?
Or is that just me being a fucking nut?
We eat. We shower. We fuck. She curls up next to me and falls asleep.
I feel hollow. The thrill is still there but it feels more like watching a horror than a thriller now, and I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep.
Serena wakes up. "I forgot to ask you," she says, barely moving her lips. "Would you mind?"
"Would I mind?" I echo. Would I mind what?
"He wanted me to ask you if you'd mind if he fucked me in the office from time to time?"
Well, I thought I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep before, now I'm sure of it. I can't believe she just rolled over and asked me that. Like you'd ask someone to get you a fucking bagel or something.
My mind races into the future. Would I mind? Would I mind? I see Serena in Dale's office, bent over a chair, her underwear around her ankles and her skirt hiked up so her ass and pussy are bare. I see Dale, cock in hand, press against her, then slip inside.
Would I mind? I'm fucking hard as a rock again.
"You still awake?" Serena asks.
"Yeah."
"Well? Would you?"
"Sure. I mean no. Why not."
Chapter 9
Serena
I wake up early and suck Anderson off. I swear I only had dreams about black cock. He tries to pull out but I let him come in my mouth, slurping down his seed with greedy gulps.
We shower, get dressed, have coffee. He doesn't seem as nervous or worried as before but I also just don't have the space in my mind to be babysitting him and asking if he's alright. If something's wrong he'll have to tell me that himself.
I do tell one teensy weensy white lie. Actually I don't even say anything. As soon as Anderson leaves for work I replace the loose white blouse I'm wearing with one that fits a little better. That and my skirt. I put on a slightly tighter skirt.
When I get to the office I feel like everyone's watching me again but this time I'm proud of it. I strut instead of slink across the floor, straight up to the door to Dale's office.
Lorie shoots me a tight smile. "He's on the phone," she says, eyeing me up and down, judging my outfit, no doubt.
Whatever. Jealous, probably.
"It's okay," I reply, smiling back. "I'll wait."
I pass the time flipping through my phone. I don't even know why I'm there. I guess I should really have waited until he called for me but... fuck, I'm acting like a fucking addict. I just... it's just that, I just want to taste that cock again. I've been thinking about it so much...
When the door to the office opens I practically leap to attention.
"Serena," Dale says in his velvety baritone. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Lorie's staring at me but I don't care.
"Could I... could we speak in your office?" I ask.
I feel a little light-headed from what I'm about to do but the ache in my core is so nagging I feel like I have no choice about it.
"Certainly," Dale replies.
As he steps aside to let me brush past him I hear him tell Lorie to hold his calls and my heart jumps. When the door closes behind me, I spin around. My smile shakes from holding it so long, the muscles in my cheeks aching.
"What can I do for you, Serena?" he asks. He seems genuinely curious. His obvious calm is an embarrassing contrast to my excitement but I power through.
"Um, yeah, you know that thing you asked yesterday? The thing that I should ask my husband?"
A smile of recognition forms on his lips. He nods slightly. "You asked him if he'd mind if I fucked you in the office?"
"Yes. That's right Dale. I did." Why am I so fucking nervous around him all of a sudden? It's like I'm scared he's going to change his mind or something and then where am I going to get my fix? That's ridiculous.
Nonetheless, his scowl makes my stomach flutter. "Serena, can I ask you something?"
I nod too eagerly but I don't care about that either. "Of course," I reply, "anything."
"Just so that there's no, how should I put this, misunderstanding about us here in the office, I would really prefer it if you started calling me 'sir.'"
I'm surprised at the way I blush at this request. It's a little strange. Actually it's a lot strange. The only other person that calls him 'sir' is Lorie and I've heard him ask her to just call him Dale, I'm sure of it.
Isn't it going to look stranger if one of his executives starts calling him 'sir' when everyone else calls him Dale?
"If... if it's a problem, Serena, we can... we don't have to pursue our little... "
"No! No, no! What I mean is no, it won't be a problem!" I say, trying to downplay my nervous reaction with an equally nervous giggle. "I... sir is fine, sir."
A smile spreads slowly across his lips and he nods. "Good. That's very good." He walks closer to me and unzips, pulls down his underwear and hauls out his thick cock.
I gasp and gaze at it greedily.
"I'm afraid I don't have time to fuck you right now," he explains. "But you like to suck that black dick too, don't you Serena?"
I nod as I wrap my hand around his meat and open my mouth. This isn't exactly what I had in mind. What I really want is his dick inside my pussy but this will do for now, I guess. As soon as I slip it into my mouth part of the craving subsides.
It's so thick and tastes like man, it tastes like a real man's cock, and I remember how good it felt sucking it and I feel so lucky to be sucking it again.
Dale puts his hand on his hip as I start working his cock. Every once in a while I look up. I remember how good it felt when he nodded at me, that night in our bedroom when I was sucking his dick and looked up to see if he liked it.
It felt so good to know I was doing it the way he liked. I want him to look at me that way again. I want to see those dark eyes staring down at me as he nods and tells me I'm being a good girl.
Dale just stares at me with a solemn, almost sombre expression.
It's disappointing but it makes me realize I just need to up my game. I need to work a little harder to get his approval. That's okay. I can do that.
Wrapping both hands around his stiff, black rod, I pump my face harder over it, so I can feel him fucking my throat. I open my mouth a little wider, too, so that when he does touch the back of my throat he can hear the warm wet gurgle of me choking on the head of his cock.
For some reason I think about Anderson. I wonder if he's thinking about me. I wonder if he's turned on. I wonder what he'll do when I tell him tonight what I did?
Dale reaches down, takes one of my hands off his dick and guides it under his legs. He turns it palm up and p
resses it against his hot, fat sack. His balls are heavy and I imagine it's because they're filled with cum.
That's my cum!
The voice inside my head is almost angry about it and it startles me. I look up and start sucking him harder, kneading his balls. I want his cum. I want his seed in my mouth and in my belly. If I can't have it in my belly where it'll do some good then I can at least swallow it.
His cock hardens in my mouth.
I look up with wide, expectant eyes. And that's when I see it. That's when I get my reward.
Dale Evenson, my boss, gives me that slow nod of approval. A moment later he grunts and I feel the first splash of his hot, sticky seed explode inside my mouth.
***
Anderson
I'm more or less a mess all day at the office. I can't concentrate on anything even though I can see Brian shooting me funny looks. I can't help it. All I can think of is Serena and what might be happening with her at work.
Brian finally walks over to my desk in the afternoon wearing a funny look. "How's it going?" he asks.
"Fine. It's fine."
"Okay. Can I... do you mind showing me what you've been up to today?"
I have a hard time looking at him. "I... not much."
"Hm. Yeah. It looked like you were having a hard time over here. I don't want to pry but is everything alright?"
Brian's a super nice guy. He's easy-going, funny and super relaxed about work. As long as you get your shit done, he doesn't care.
I'm not getting any shit done. I haven't done a single thing all day. I haven't called a single client because I just can't talk to anyone.
"I'm sorry," I say, shaking my head. "Things have been kind of rough at home and... "
Brian puts up a hand. "Hey man, you don't need to say another word. You should have said something sooner. Everything alright with Serena?"
What do I say? Yes? Sure, everything's fine. She's just been really into fucking her black boss and that's all I can think about. "She's fine. Just... you know, married people stuff."
