"Oh my God, he's so wonderful. I love him so much. I just wish he didn't have to travel all the time. I would do anything to have him home all the time."
While that seemed like a lead in, it wouldn't work. "Well, I am afraid that he does, dear. His great value to our company is what he does out on the road. That's why we hired him, and that's where he needs to stay."
"Oh. Too bad."
Not really since he leaves a hot young wife unattended all week. I would be more than happy to fill in any empty spaces he leaves behind.
"You will just have to learn to manage, my dear. If you need someone to hang out with during the week, I'm always here."
"Oh, that's nice of you. You're nicer than I thought."
"Well, I'm known to have bad days sometimes, but I'm really a pretty nice guy. I think we'd get along well together."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yes. In fact, I am thinking about hiring a special assistant. You might want to apply for it when the req is opened."
"Oh, you think I'd be right for it?"
"I can't think of anyone better."
"What a nice thing to say!"
"See, I'm not all bad. Why don't you come over to my house, and we can continue this conversation." I could not wait to fuck this gorgeous little dummy.
"To your place?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think I should. What would ken say?"
"I think he would say you are a pretty smart girl for continuing to talk about a new job that pays three times what you get now."
"Oh, that much! Ok, I guess it would be smart then. I did not expect that."
I didn't expect her to cave so easily either. God, she was a dumb little slut. My excitement was mounting.
I paid the check as quickly as I could, got her out of the restaurant, into the limo and on the way to my home. This was gonna be a great night.
Once safely in the car, I grab her around the waist and pulled her onto my lap. Why these chicks always look surprised at this move I never will understand. You just agreed to come to my house, you stupid bitch. What did you think was gonna happen?
I try to kiss her, but she pulls away. I grab her hair on the back of her head and force my lips to hers. She resists at first, like they all do, but eventually opens her mouth, and we are kissing like teenagers. I love that shit. Kissing someone else's young wife. Taking what should only be his. It's perfect.
I move my hand from her waist up to grab her titties. Jesus Christ, they are huge and firm. I slip the straps of her dress down and scoop those titties out one at a time. There is absolutely no more resistance. I am home free.
I squeeze those big juggs together and go to town licking and sucking her perfect pink nipples like a madman getting them fully covered in saliva. The little idiot is moaning up a storm by now.
With one tit suctioned into my mouth, I slip a hand up her leg. Nice. A tiny little g-string. She knew I was coming and wanted to make it easy. Fuck, this is like taking candy from a baby. At this point, I am really pissed at myself for not going after this cunt three years ago when she joined the company. I could have been fucking this work of art all that time.
I slide my middle finger into her juicy little box. She's so wet, it slides right in. Fuckin A. I start working that clit, and she starts bouncing on my lap like a monkey on a trampoline. This bitch is hotter than a firecracker. I wanna fuck her right now, but decide to wait till I can get her to a proper bed and do the job right.
I take her hand and place it on the diamond cutter in my pants. She starts to rub it, testing its length and girth. In fact she's working it pretty aggressively.
Out of the blue, she shouts, 'Oh!', and jumps off me into the opposite seat. Her makeup is smeared, her tits are out and bouncing, her dress is over her hips and her panties are askew. If she wasn't so fucking sexy, it would have been comical.
"We have to stop! We don't have permission!"
"What?"
"You need to get Ken's permission first. I only have permission for a blowjob. That's it."
"Ken knows about this, and he gave his permission?"
"Yes, but only for a blowjob. No kissing. We can't tell him about the kissing. And we gotta take a video. Mommy said it's OK if I have permission." Mommy? What the fuck is the idiot talking about? Am I being played by this bitch? Wait! There's gonna be a blowjob?
I noticed all through this conversation that Summer was looking at my bulging trousers.
"You liked touching my cock didn't you, baby?"
"You made me touch it!"
"You didn't seem violently opposed to doing it."
"Well, I was curious."
"Never saw one that big, did you? I guess your old man ain't packing anything like it."
"You're so bad," she giggled. "You're so proud of that thing."
I moved to her seat and leaned in again, and she let me kiss her again. I started lightly, exploring with his mouth. When I saw she wasn't fighting it, I deepened the kiss with a hand behind her head. One of her arms came up around my neck.
"We're not supposed to kiss," she said. "We're breaking a rule."
KEN
Three hours later, I am completely freaking out, wishing I had spoken up and stopped this craziness. I am watching the minutes tick down and trying to do anything to get my mind off this. It's getting late, and I'm worried. I have not been able to concentrate on anything.
Then, my computer rings that notification alarm. It's a video in my email, and I click on it as fast as I can. A knot began to form in my stomach. Knowing that this had already taken place, and I could not stop it made feelings of helplessness even worse.
The movie player popped up, and the screen came to life. My wife's beautiful face is staring into the camera messing with it, and Mr. Harris is looking over her shoulder. He is standing in the middle of a room I don't recognize. summer is looking for a place to prop up the phone to record.
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