Chapter 13

Once back from the conference, so much anger boiled within me I dashed past an open-mouthed Dave. After flinging the suitcase to the bedroom carpet, I ripped my clothes off with one hand, and yanked Big Max from his box. Unwilling to wait for the tub to fill, I dashed into the shower, slammed the hot water on and rode the racing silicon wand into screaming oblivion. Later, when my husband found me and tenderly lifted my drooling body from the tile floor and into bed, I could only murmur that I loved him.

Dave was my rock. He may not be—as large. But he’d never have left me like that in a restaurant.

However, my dreams remained of Rio. Riding him. Him riding me. Him doing anything he damn well wished to me. Him, sharing me with Dan and Ben. And Tim. And the other wondrous Adonis who’d plumbed my pretty little ass under that gorgeous sunshine. And anybody else he wanted.

Fuck!

Over the next few days, anger bubbled ever higher within me. Although Rio called several times, I never answered. One time, Dave noticed when I tossed my phone to the far corner of the room and let it buzz. All I did was shoot him an aggravated look.

“Just another work asshole,” I spat.

Despite nodding, he flashed me an expression to say he was unconvinced and stayed quiet. He was good at that—always so fucking quiet.

Fuck! Rio is never quiet!

All of which meant that I was right at the top of my limits. And when Dave confessed his boss had yanked one more promotion from him, I exploded.

“Fuck this shit!” As he jerked back from the breakfast table, rattling the dishes, I added, “I’ve had enough.”

Wide-eyed, he stared as I leaped to my feet and called Allen to tell him I’d be late. With only a quick glance at my husband, I marched upstairs, replaced my normal work clothes with a black leather micro-skirt and a translucent off-white blouse. A tight grin slid across my face. Yeah, I skipped the bra and then undid one more button, leaving the wispy top barely closed. At every office get-together, his dirty old man of a boss loved to leer at and comment on my “incredible tatas.” The grin broadened as my nipples perked at the thought of the heart attack I was about to give the crusty shithead.

When I clacked down the stairs in glossy black “fuck me” pumps, dressed like his boss’s wet dream, Dave groaned. After circling my lips with shiny pink lipstick, I gave him a slim smile.

“You’ll get the goddamned promotion this time, dear.”

Surprise. Not a single word left Mr. Quiet as I strode from the house.

After a short drive, I marched into the plant, ignoring the sharp inhales and ogling stares, and headed straight for the management floor. Though his secretary was absent, other faces in nearby offices damned sure noticed me strutting past. When I burst through a flimsy wooden door into a large private office, the gasps and low whistles faded. Threadbare flooring and cheap wood paneling enclosed a battered desk and a pair of equally tattered chairs.

After slamming the portal shut behind me, I flung the lock closed before turning to stare at the wide-eyed, slack-jawed pasty man. While he wasn’t that much older than me, time had been unkind to him. Overweight and balding, his wrinkled face paled as my heels clicked sharply on the cheap, worn linoleum. Once beside his desk, I looked down at him. His eyes flicked to my barely concealed chest and widened when I tugged the blouse from my waistband.

“My husband deserves that promotion.” I smiled, pulling apart the buttons, until my boobs were bared.

“Uh, but...” A thin, silvery trail of sweat slithered, glistening, from his forehead.

“No. He did. And you’re gonna give it to him.” I spun his chair around, hiked up the skirt, and kneeled before him.

“Oh, I don’t ... Oh!” His words sputtered into a gasp when I yanked apart his zipper and drew out a swelling rod.

“Not bad for an old man.” A groan erupted from the side of his slack mouth when I ran my tongue beneath the pulsing cocklet. “Wife give you blowjobs?”

“N-Nuh-uh ... Um, no,” he stammered between gulps as his hands clenched the armrests of his creaking chair.

“Does Dina?” Dina was his secretary; young, hot, and ambitious. And the hesitation as I licked along his shaft provided the answer I suspected. “Well, she’s just a kid and I’m a full-grown woman. You prefer full-grown women, don’t you?”

Before he could reply, I slipped my lips onto his tip and sucked. As a shaky groan left him, his lengthening dick swelled. With a chuckle, I pulled my mouth away, grinned up at him, and ran a nail under the twitching wand.

“Guess that’d be your answer.”

His breathing sped up when the heat of his now solid shaft settled between my breasts. While pressing my hands onto them, squeezing the spongy rod, I raised and lowered my chest. Between deep stares into his wild eyes, I lashed out with my tongue to lick around his helmet each time it surfaced from my full boobs.

His face was pure ecstasy, and I chuckled. Just as he bucked and squirmed in his chair, his eyelashes blinking, I stopped. His wrinkly fingers clenched tight on the armrests and his eyes begged. He was so very close.

A mournful cry escaped his open lips when I swayed backwards and waited. He gasped as his good-sized rod, by then bright crimson, wobbled in the air. Its pulsing knob, slick with my saliva, glistened.

“Fine. Dave gets the promotion.” He nodded before yelping when I dropped my head onto his shaft to suck with all my might. After a quick dive while he gasped, I twisted my way back up. When it began to spasm, I wrapped it tight in my sliding breasts and stared into his eyes.

He grunted.

Soft, warm splashes spattered the underside of my chin and dribbled to my chest.

“That’s a good little boy.” I smiled up at him while rubbing my tits along his already-shrinking, sticky wand. “Now you’ve got something else to teach Dina.” While smearing the pungent jizz into my skin and licking my hand clean, I rose to my feet. “Of course, she doesn’t have ‘incredible tatas’ like mine, does she?” I cradled my pearlescent-streaked chest and flashed him an impish grin.

As he gulped, he shook his head. Wide eyes unblinking, he gazed at the warm cum slithering over my boobs.

“So, tonight, while lying next to your wife.” I chortled while scooping a glittery strand and smearing it on the desktop. “Instead of dreaming about Dina, you’re gonna be fantasizing about me, aren’t you?”

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