Chapter 1

Damn it to hell, I thought, as I saw Tamara Petrovic bend over for about the twelfth time that very day. Was the bitch completely oblivious to her effect on me, or was this a deliberate effort to get my attention? I was married, but that didn’t preclude by any means a campaign by the Croatian pharmacy tech to seduce me or even cocktease me. As owner of the drugstore, there were obvious potential pitfalls in the post “pound me, too,” era, as I liked to call it.

Yeah, sue me. I happened to find some humor in the utter, unironic use of the “pound” sign in such a poorly chosen hashtag. Someone never explained to these people the other meaning of the hashtag sign ... seriously? Of course, these morons would also get offended if you pointed it out to them, naturally. I’m no fan of rape or sexual assault or actual abuse of power, but I’m also well aware of their fecklessness, hypocrisy, and constantly shifting definitions of harassment.

Anyway, I won’t claim to be the poster boy for male fidelity. I don’t think that I was sober enough to bring up that point when Mallory and I got hitched in Vegas, but I had a reputation as being something of a cheater, certainly a skirt-chaser. I never forced myself on anyone, but I damn sure sought pussy in such volume that I statistically had to succeed from time to time just from sheer persistence. All I did with Mallory was go for some tail. Five shots of Jameson and Dr. Pepper later, I was a bridegroom.

No, as you can probably guess, we never discussed fidelity or monogamy or anything. She might well have assumed or might not. We never spelled anything out. I just know that when I sobered up, she was able to convince me not to annul the damn thing, but to give it a fair shot. She moved into my bachelor pad, we then traded it for a much nicer place, and before I know it, she’s given it the classic “woman’s touch.”

Anyway, to make matters worse, Tamara started calling herself my “work wife” lately and more than once in the presence of Mallory. My wife of just one year seemed to find that hilarious and even joked about me performing “conjugal duties” at work. She even pushed me to invite the sultry Tamara out to dinner a time or two, much to my arousal, discomfort, and anxiety. My strawberry-blonde cutie of a bride seemed to love the presence of Tamara as a third wheel at times.

Anyway, I was busy staring at Tamara’s cute bottom when I heard a cough and felt arms slip around my waist.

“Take a picture, dear. It will last longer. Or better yet, take her out back and do her. The poor girl’s tired of waiting. Can you blame her? Your cock is the true Eighth Wonder of the World,” I felt my wife’s hot breath and smelled her wonderful perfume from behind.

“Honey?” I asked as I turned around, just in time to get a steamy French kiss that made my bulge even thicker and harder.

“You’re ready to clock out, right? Thank you so much for letting me use the Blazer today. It was very helpful! Anyway, if you go ahead and fuck her, she’ll drain your balls and you’ll be able to control your ... urges a little better tonight ... maybe last just a bit longer. Not that I have any gripes. Something that I may have told Tamara a time or two in the ladies’ room. Yeah, I bragged on my hubby to another woman.

“It’s not as if you’ve been faithful, anyway, is it? Spare me the innocent act. I knew exactly what sort of man I married from the outset. The sort who was after my ass from the minute he saw me. I just used that and the fine Irish whiskey highball of your choice to lure you into marriage with minimal fuss. I chased you and I won you, fair and square.

“Imagine my shock when you proved to own a regional drugstore chain! Heir to the family kingdom, eh? Even more shocking that you choose to be so directly involved in this, your favorite location, though you frequently visit them all. All fourteen of them. Lucky me!” Mallory told me as she kissed me even harder.

“Wow ... honey, I know that we never discussed fidelity, but ... wow ... you really want me to fuck Tamara?” I confronted Mallory in my surprise.

“Yep. She’s your work wife, isn’t she? Don’t you think that it’s high time that you ... consummate that marriage, too? What good is a work wife if you don’t enjoy every benefit of the union, right? If you ask me, every work wife should sleep with her work husband and vice versa.

“I bang my work hubby a lot, just for the record. You remember Steve, right? Yep. In the Blazer today. On my lunch period. Literally, as he loves doing me bloody. Yep, I’m on the rag, honey. But our sassy Tamara’s not,” Mallory confessed now, even as she slipped a hand down my pants to stroke me in public.

Tamara turned, saw Mallory, winked, and gestured for us to follow her. We did, and before we knew it, we were in the backstock area. Mallory lifted Tamara’s skirt for her and my pharmacy tech planted a kiss on my wife’s lips in gratitude. Tamara handed her panties to Mallory, at which point, my wife slid her own undies down and gave them to my subordinate.

Before I knew it, I was balls deep inside Tamara and Mallory played lookout to keep others from intruding on our tryst. Yes, my own wife played lookout, just so that I could fuck another woman on the job in the backstock area. From the wetness of Tamara’s pussy and the way that she didn’t act astonished or amazed, the two of them must have cooked this up together as a plot or scheme.

Several strokes in, Mallory couldn’t keep playing the lookout, not when there was a bare ass on display, and I don’t mean mine. She slid her tongue along Tamara’s butt-crack, giving my work wife a rimjob more than worthy of the name. She even gagged Tamara with her own bloody panties when she started moaning too loudly, thus letting her taste my wife’s period blood. If Tamara minded this, you couldn’t prove it by me. Her sloppy wet cunt just kept rubbing my cock all the right ways with every thrust inside her warm and juicy depths.

“You know the best thing about a work wife? You can get her pregnant if your legal wife and she are in cahoots and can work together toward that goal. Such as now, when she’s fertile as fuck. You’ll be there for her and little Junior, right? I’m going to love watching him or her grow up, even as you and I start our family, too.

“I’m next for you to knock up, after all. I’m going to cut off Steve just long enough to make sure that you put that bun in my oven, okay, honey? And then I’m going to resume our affair ... our office romance. I just don’t want him putting a baby in me. That’s your job! Do it, baby! Knock her up ... and then do the same to me! A man like you should breed more than one woman. It’s a waste if you don’t!

“Don’t get me wrong. Steve’s great, but he’s a fuckboy. He’s not cut out to be a father. You are. You’re both lecherous, but you’re responsible, mature ... a grown-ass man. He’s still a beach bum or whatever. That’s why I married you, not him. I knew an adult, a grown-up man, when I saw one.

“Besides, Tamara is an immigrant, you know. From Croatia, I think. She wants an anchor baby, hon. Give her your seed and let her swell up with it ... I want to see that baby bump under her clothes. Oh, wait, I know what to do!” Mallory teased me as she resumed rimming Tamara and my work wife squirted all over me.

I didn’t know a word of whatever string of profanities escaped Tamara’s mouth in her native dialect, but I knew that she really creamed herself when I slapped her cheeks on every stroke. Between my hands landing on her tanned glutes, Mallory’s tongue exploring her asshole, and my many thrusts balls deep into her soaked snatch, it was too much. Tamara gushed like Old Faithful and I erupted at once inside her like Mount Vesuvius.

“Thank you, boss! I love the naughty, old-fashioned thrill of fucking my boss. I broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago, because he just didn’t understand why I had to have you. He just wanted me all to himself. He didn’t get it. I’m drawn to authority figures, powerful men. Mature men. Older men.

“I LOVE the power imbalance! An older, married boss? Perfect! Gideon just didn’t get it. I do miss him at times, but clearly, it wasn’t working out for us. If he can have a wife, I can have my boss!” Tamara snorted as I slapped her bottom a few more swats.

“Ooh, kinky!” Mallory teased us, making all of us laugh.

“Gideon, huh, like the guys who put the Bibles in all of the hotels and motels?” I joked.

“Kinda. He’s a Seventh-Day Adventist. Doesn’t keep him from cheating on his wife, though. But you should hear him on why Sunday worship is the Mark of the Beast! Seriously, right? Anyway, enough of him and his religious hypocrisy, cheating on his wife while lecturing and preaching at me, getting all jealous and trying to monopolize this pussy and this ass!