Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #4

Invading The Boy's Club

Brad had cheated, and I needed to know just how far his infidelity ran. He seemed content to let me believe it was only the slut next door, but I wasn’t accepting that. And I hoped he didn’t think that just because I let him fuck me that all was forgiven. Far from it. Now the investigation began.


Information was power. I learned that a long time ago, when I first learned how to hack into computer files. Brad may have been a big time attorney with a lot of powerful friends, but I had something to wield that I never used before. And I was about to use it now.

I had emails up to yazoo after being out of the office for three days, but I had to clear at least a half-hour to peek into the inner dealings of my husband. My job as network security director for a major credit repository gave me access to all types of data. What I didn’t have at my fingers, I hacked to retrieve. And now, for the first time, Brad was on my radar.

With a few clicks at the keyboard, I had cracked his little security pass, and hacked in the backdoor of his files on his company’s server. Now I could access everything he stored at work. I’d get into his laptop later. I smirked to myself, as I opened his calendar, and sure enough, he had various appointments listed there that didn’t look like client business to me. Most were during times that he told me he was in business meetings of some sort. So, he had been lying, and more than likely sleeping with these coded bimbos on his planner. My blood pressure rose to new heights again, as I tried to keep myself calm. I was at work, so I couldn’t lose my cool. But he would pay. Dearly. Starting with the little party at his boss’s house over the weekend.

I had to smile at myself, as I worked the crowd at Leo Smith’s soiree. I was turning into a hell of an actress. I managed to not only be with Brad, but continue to act like I knew nothing of his little dalliances, while he kissed me and waved his dick in my face. I smiled and let him fuck me, as I constructed my plan to fuck every man in his inner circle, starting with one of his bosses, Leo.

Leo had always flirted with me hard, but I smiled and played hard to get, ignoring him when I could. He was drop-dead gorgeous and lust inspiring, and every woman around was always talking about what they wanted to do to him. His tall commanding stature, god-like physique, angular features, sandy, wavy hair, and those piercing green eyes had all of us drooling over him and acting like silly school girls. And he knew he was hot. When he walked in the room, every wife, even those of the senior partners, locked their eyes on him. He had never moved me much before, because I had Brad, the other GQ-quality god the women would give their best panties for. But now, it was open season and time to go hunting.

I was standing at the dessert table, eyeing a piece of cake, when I felt the hot breath and his hard body behind me.

“You gonna eat one of those? Won’t you spoil that perfect girlish figure?” Leo breathed close to my ear.

He was so close to me that I swear I felt his dick pushing against my ass. His timing was perfect.

“Yes, I can afford to have one. With my workout schedule, I can eat anything I like.”

He leaned in closer, speaking softer. “Anything?”

“A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g.” I drug the letters across my tongue slowly and clearly, licking my lip as I turned slightly so he could see my mouth moving. He grunted, smoothing his tie down, obviously a little ruffled.

“Humph.” I felt his lips right at my ear. “Brad is sure a lucky man.”

This time there was no mistaking the hand I felt rubbing across my ass. I shocked the shit out of him by grabbing his hand and holding it there, as I raked my hand over his excitable bulge. I felt him jump.

I turned slightly again and whispered, “He sure is lucky, and you could be too, if you meet me later.”

I felt his cock twitch in his pants, as a sly smile stretched across Leo’s plump pink lips. He winked at me, pinched my elbow and slid away. I knew he’d be back.

Later on, the wives had gathered at one end of the house, talking about how their husbands got on their nerves with all their late hours. The men gathered at the other end, sipping their brandy and smoking their cigars, talking about all the hours they billed and all the conquests they made. As usual, Brad was right in the thick of it. I had noticed Leo milling around a few times, like he was looking for me, trying to send me a subtle signal. I excused myself, stating I needed a bio break. Leo was standing in a small room on the other side of the kitchen, nearly jumping out at me as I passed by.

“Dammit Leo, you scared the crap out of me. Can you ring a bell or something when you lurk around?”

He smiled, grabbing me by the elbow. “I was wondering if you saw me. Come here, I want to show you the new addition we’re doing on the other side of the house.”

He guided me down the hall and up the stairs, to the new, secluded section of the home. Touring their house was like being in a museum. The place was enormous.

“Tammy is planning on getting pregnant soon, so we’re adding a new wing for the baby. What do you think?”

I couldn’t have cared less, but I feigned interest, while pressing myself against his body. I came prepared, wearing a loose fitting light colored dress, and a thong that could easily be breached.

“It looks impressive, and so do you.”

I reached my hands up and ran them through his fine, short hair, caressing the back of his head, bringing my lips right to the edge of his but not kissing him. He did the rest, pressing his lips in tightly, pushing his tongue across my border and into my mouth. He tasted like cognac and smoke, but he felt manly and hard and it was turning me on. His lips pushed me against the wall. We inhaled each other, breathing hard and groping each other’s bodies. His hand explored under my dress, pushing it up to the curve of my stomach, as his fingers lightly grazed the top of my thong. I moved my legs apart, waiting for him to touch me inside.

“Oh shit Tate, you have no idea how long I’ve been dying to do this to you,” he gasped, as I grabbed his dick and rubbed it through his pants. “You’re so sexy, and you’ve had me fantasizing about getting my hands on this golden skin since I first set eyes on you.”

“Really?” I breathed, as I felt his fingers exploring and finally slithering between my lips. “So what are you going to do about it, now that you have me here?”

“Take your ass for a wild ride on this big ass cock.”

While he inched his fingers inside me, I got his pants opened to see if his claim was true. I pushed his pants and shorts over his hips, as he jammed his tongue in my mouth again. His dick greeted me, and he hadn’t lied. It was huge, much more than I expected from him. Still not Brad-size, but more than enough for me to have a ball with. I wanted to wrap my lips around the spear-shaped head, but we didn’t have all day. People might start to notice that both of us had vanished.

He let me know play time was over, when he pulled my dress over my head, exposing my braless breasts. He had already removed his jacket and tie before he found me, leaving me the task of unbuttoning his shirt to expose his beautifully tanned pecs. The wives would die if they could see what I was looking at.

“Damn woman, your body is breathtaking. Oh yeah, this is going to be some kind of shit here.”

He grabbed me, lifted me up and impaled me with his enormous erection, pinning me against the wall. I gasped, sucking in my breath as I felt him shove up in me, ripping my pussy apart. He propelled his hips at me, cradling my ass in his grasp. He was in his late forties, but the man had unbelievable strength and stamina. He controlled both our movements, pulling me over his dick and pushing his hot pole deep inside my molten walls. I wanted to scream, but I tried to muffle my sounds by burying my mouth over his.

“Shit Leo, you’re about to make me come, oh hell!”

That only encouraged him to pump me harder. I rubbed my hand over my clit, helping the impending explosion along. The combination of his hot dick spearing me, my tits bouncing against his chest and friction over my clit caused the eruption I was waiting for. I tightened my grip around his neck and ground my hips against him hard, enjoying feeling his dick within the clutches of my convulsing muscles. I heard him stifling his moans in my neck.

“Awww hell, that feels good on my cock. Work it baby. Make me come up in you.”

I had found my balance, and was rocking my hips against him. This shit was hot, hotter than I ever would have imagined fucking Leo would be. Good thing he had slipped on a condom, because when he came it was like a tidal wave. I mean he really exploded with power, making me feel like there was a bomb firing inside me. He made my whole body shake, and I felt him still pumping me as he pressed me even harder against the wall. I prayed nobody was around to see or hear this, because we’d both be dead. And my pussy felt so good I thought I would die anyway.

“Damn Leo, you got some kind of secret weapon down there? That was, oh hell, I can’t even come up with a word!” My body tried to recover from the Leo-domination.

Leo was breathing like a runaway train. “Oh yeah, you are too hot, and too tight. We have got to do this again, but somewhere else, where I can take my time and really fuck you senseless. Come on, we’d better get back before somebody comes looking for us.”

Leo led me to a nearby bathroom. We got cleaned up, adjusted ourselves, and got ready to re-enter the party. But not before he crushed my lips with a little going away gift. His kisses were like biting into a fresh, juicy peach.

“I’ll be calling you. I want to see you this week. I’ll set it up.”

I had no plans to fuck him again at first, but after what he laid on me, I knew there would be seconds. I smiled to myself, enjoying the tingling between my thighs as I strutted down the stairs and returned to the cackling hen house. Tammy was eyeing me suspiciously.

“Where the hell did you disappear to Tate? Thought you were going to the little girl’s room?”

I had to think quickly. I figured we were gone too long. “Oh, I did, but you know, I have never seen your whole house, and I was giving myself a little tour. Your place is gorgeous. I may have to make Brad upgrade mine too!”

Tammy grinned smugly. “Yes, well, when he becomes partner, which I hear won’t be long, you can get busy spending all that extra money he’ll be making. You know I take Leo to the cleaners everyday!”

“Yes,” I agreed, grabbing a glass of champagne from the serving tray. “I bet you do.”

I downed half the glass too quickly, grinning at the thought of taking Leo to the mattress in the near future.

Next: Sex Behind The Wheel

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #3

MAKE-UP SEX?


“I wish you would take your ass home, so your crazy ass husband can stop calling me!” Clarissa laughed, as she took a sip from her coffee mug.

I almost choked on my iced tea and I tried to swallow, hearing her recommendation.

“I’m not ready to deal with him yet. I can’t see him now. It’s still too raw. He had that bitch in my house, fucking her, and I saw it. Can you even get that into your skull? What if it was your man?”

“Oh, that’s easy! He’d have a knife shoved in his back, and you’d be trying to make my bail, right about now,” she chuckled.

“Ha, ha! Well, I wanted to kill him, and that’s why I put miles between us.”

“I know you haven’t talked to him yet, have you? He thought I was hiding you out here. He even drove by here. I saw his car through my bedroom window.”

“No, I’ve been too busy to talk to him.”

“I bet, with that hot ass dick rammed up in your snatch. Oh yeah, you were busy all right, you heffa!”

I snorted at her, recalling my three-day fuck fest with Alfonso. He was insatiable, and so was I. I didn’t know how he was getting his job done, because it seemed he was spending more of his shift in my room than anywhere else. As soon as he got off, he made a bee-line to my room, and fucked me until I couldn’t move. It was the most exciting three days and nights of my life. But now I had to get back. I knew my friend was right. I needed to reclaim my life, and confront my husband.

Just as we were discussing my options, my phone rang again. For the millionth time, it was Brad.

“Would you take his damn call please? Because he’ll only call me again if you don’t pick it up. Please!”

I finally relented, sucking in my breath and pushing the button.

“Brad,” I said dryly. “What the fuck do you want? Why do you keep blowing up my phone? I have no desire to talk to you.”

“Just what do you mean, running off like that! I’ve been going out of my mind looking for you, not knowing if you were dead or alive. You could have at least left me a message, just to let me know if you were ok. I’d never do that to you, I don’t care what goes down between us.”

“Blah blah blah. You didn’t give a fuck about me, bringing your bitch to my house to fuck her. So what do you care what I do?”

“Look, I know you won’t believe me, but it didn’t all go down like that. We need to talk. When are you coming home? I need to see you Tate. I haven’t even been able to go to work myself, cause I’ve been going out of my mind worried about you. Please come home baby. Please.”

He sounded so pitiful. And this was my Alpha-male husband, Mr. Corporate Attorney, the take-no-prisoners-always-in-control man. He never let anything get next to him. But now, he sounded like he was about to die, scared that I wouldn’t be back. Did it matter to him that much? I felt a crumb of empathy for him, and decided to give him a few hours of my time.

“Ok, I’ll come back, but just to talk, I’m not staying.”

“Good, thanks babe. You coming now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Clarissa was sitting there looking dead at me, inhaling every word.

“Thank goodness! Now I can get him out of my hair!”

“Don’t get too happy,” I warned. “I may be back, cause I don’t want to stay there. I can’t stay with him.” I gulped down the rest of my tea and grabbed my purse, trying to think what I would say to the man.

“Look, he fucked somebody, and now you fucked somebody. You’re even. Go home and try to work the shit out. You two have too much invested in each other to break up. He’s a man, and they will cheat. Maybe he got it out and now that he knows you won’t take it, he’ll be good.”

“I don’t know. But keep your guest room ready for me.”

I collected my things and headed out to face the dragon.

I pushed open one of the double oak doors to my once happy home. Everything was still where I left it, except I did see some dirty dishes in my dining room, on the table. I’d kill Brad for that. He knew how anal I was about having my house clean. I walked through the quiet rooms, looking for signs of Brad. Then I heard his voice from upstairs.

“Tate, that you?”

“Who else would it be? Another of your whores?”

I slowly trudged up the stairs, remembering the turmoil I felt the day I ran out of there. I entered the bedroom to find Brad sitting on the bed, wearing only a thin silk robe. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower, his skin looking damp and little droplets of water were glistening in his hair. He sprung off the bed and leapt towards me with open arms. I countered by trying to avoid him, but he caught me and hugged me anyway.

“Tate, I’m so glad to see you. I didn’t think you were ever coming home. You had me so worried. If anything had happened to you—“

“Yeah, whatever Brad.” I tried to remain cold and aloof, but in reality the smell of my favorite cologne on his skin, and feeling the heat of his body was turning me on. Even though I wanted him dead, the feeling of being in his powerful arms and feeling his virile body pressing against me still touched off a chain reaction in my pussy. I was getting heated, and his dick, oh hell, it was partially erect and pressing against my body, just begging for me to touch it. He was counting on that shit. That was why he had on the thin robe. I couldn’t let him know I was having a reaction.

He tried to kiss me, but I had to draw the line there. I stepped away, pulled away from him. I could tell he didn’t like that.

“Don’t Brad. Don’t try to hug me and kiss me and act like I didn’t catch you downstairs fucking Lilly. Don’t insult me like that.”

The man shocked the shit out of me. He fell to his knees in front of me, begging me for forgiveness.

“Tate please, baby I’m so sorry. I fucked up big time, and you have every right to be angry. But please, please don’t leave again. I love you so much, and I’ll do what ever you say to make this up to you. I was a fool baby. I have the best woman in the world, and I almost lost you. Please forgive me.”

He was looking up at me, holding my hands, with his face right in front of my crotch. I thought about all the times he had licked me into submitting to him, and what a good man I thought he was, but now that all was tarnished. I tried to pull away from him again, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Get off me Brad. I don’t want to fuck you. Not now, not ever. Your apology is too little too late. Should have thought about me before you put your dick in some other woman.”

He wasn’t backing down. The more I struggled to get free, the tighter he held me, locking his arms around me and burying his head under my shirt, kissing my stomach around my navel. He knew that was one of my spots and that drove me wild.

“Please Tate, please give me another chance. I love you baby.”

I was starting to lose my will to be hard with each kiss he planted on my abdomen. He pulled my skirt down, revealing my black lace panties. When I felt his hot breath right there at my mound, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out. His tongue was like magic. Even after three days of hot sex with Alfonso, Brad could still get a rise out of me. I hated him for what he did, but I still loved him. I felt my hand grazing the top of his head, pushing him to let his lips do their favorite thing to me.

Right on cue, he pulled my panties down and pulled my legs apart, getting his head in position. I was throbbing, my breath shortening, feeling his tongue reaching out for my clit. His hands cupped my ass, then he rubbed his thumb against my clit. He separated my lips, and licked his tongue in. I thought I was going to melt on the spot. My anger and hostility started to dissipate against my will, as he let his tongue bring me to a quick orgasm. He knew exactly how to hit me, how to lick me and how much pressure to use, and he used that to his advantage to have me clawing at his shoulders.

He sucked and lapped me right through my convulsions, then he licked up my body, rising to unbutton my blouse and pull my breasts out of my bra. He sucked and caressed each nipple with his tongue, starting the fire burning in between my legs again. I couldn’t even lie and tell him I wanted him to stop. I felt his mammoth dick pressing against me as he stood up, bringing his lips into mine. This time I didn’t deny him. I let him impale my lips with his tongue. He kissed me ravenously, grabbing my hair, then raking his hands up and down my back. I pushed his robe off him, rubbing my hands all over his muscular body. He took my hand and wrapped it around his brick-hard dick. I had really missed the feel of his manhood resting against me, pressing inside me. And I wanted to feel it again.

“Touch me baby, feel your dick. He missed his pussy so much. Don’t take that away from him.”

Brad kissed me and pulled me over to the bed, pulling me on top of him. He unclasped my bra and threw it to the floor. I leaned over him, straddling his hips, and stared into his sexy gray eyes. He truly looked sorry. Even though I wasn’t finished punishing him, I knew I still loved him. I rolled over on my back so he could get in his favorite working position. He took the top, grabbing my legs and spreading them, getting himself positioned between them. He leaned over me, grinding his lips against mine, and rubbing his body into me like I would float away if he didn’t. He stared down into my face.

“I love you Tate, do you still love me?”

He was slipping his dick inside me, causing me to lose my breath as I tried to respond.

“Yes baby, I still love you.”

He was on me close, sliding his dick in me slowly, getting me so wet I thought I had already come. He was using long, languid strokes, holding his body tightly against mine. It felt incredible, as that inflamed dick pulled me apart, working in and out slowly until I was sopping up all twelve inches. Brad was taking his time, rubbing my clit, pinching and nibbling at my nipples, doing everything to make sure I came hard over his dick. He worked me with precision, setting my pussy walls on fire and making the desire to come build up so intensely that I burst all over him, my body heaving and contracting and trembling at his touch. I was clawing at his back and screaming his name out in his ear.

“Oh Brad, yessss baby, oh yessssss...”

“That’s right baby, come for me, give Big Boy what he needs. Fucking you is hot baby, and now I’m gonna get mine.”

Brad pulled my hips up and started drilling me, like he was at a punch press. He started slamming me harder, now that I was wide open and dripping wet. He was grunting and groaning with his eyes rolled back in his head. My pussy was still broiling hot and all that friction was driving me to another orgasm. I felt him come, and I started rubbing my clit to push myself over again, amplifying the throbbing of his dick inside me, pumping me with his seed.

Brad finally let my hips go, falling out on the bed next to me, and pulling me over onto him. I buried my lips on his, as we groaned into each other’s mouths. Then I buried my head into his hairy chest, licking and sucking on his nipples. He ran his fingers through my hair, wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you Tate,” he mumbled, as he dozed off into a light snore.

I laid there in my husband’s arms, still euphoric from the orgasms, but not satisfied that his admissions were good enough. There was still more to his story, and I would get to the bottom of it. I kissed his chest and watched him sleep, devising my action plan as I listened to his heart beats return to normal.

Is Porn Erotic?

It's no doubt that sex sells, or else the porn industry wouldn't be raking in millions of dollars each year. My friend and I were recounting our first experiences with porn, and how we saw our first porn flicks on the big screen. Now, I'm sure I'll be dating myself, but at the time I saw my first movie, there were no dvd's. You had to go to a theatre and see the film on the big screen. There were several well-known places around town that catered only to "those" types of movies, and some even had live shows.

I let my girlfriend talk me into going one day after school, when we had nothing better to do. She had been bugging me about going for a good month, and I finally relented. She was 18, but I had to lie, being only 17. The ticket agent looked at me funny, but he let us in anyway. We giggled nervously as we entered the dark, dank looking cavern, sparsly filled with suspicious looking men who were lost in their own world. I had no idea what to expect, since I had zero sexual experience at the time. Boy, was I in for a rude awakeng!

There would be no words to describe the images, the first images I saw, of huge naked bodies on the jumbo screen in front of me. The movies were crude, very little dialogue that meant anything, but brother was there plenty of action. And all scenes had the same action, and the same sounds. Girls of all sizes and shapes sucking down on the erect members of partner after partner, or down on all fours taking it from behind from partner after partner, or spread eagled on their backs, taking from partner after partner. And the men - penis sizes ranged from laughable to don't even try to come near me with that!-sizes. By the end of my first ordeal, sitting in the dark taking all the sights and gasping sounds, and sucking sounds, and fake screams of delight (oh, oh baby, yeah, fuck me, oh yeah), while listening to the soundtrack of the men around me obviously having their own private party in their hands, I was only mildly amused, and mostly shocked.

We did go on to see a host of other movies, but not because they turned us on. We had a good time making fun of the "actors", the lack of plot, the stupid sound effects, and the sexual techniques of the various paricipants. Not one time did I feel even a scant of arousal. Watching sex performed like this was just too raw, too much exposed, with all the close ups of tits, ass, penises pumping in and out in glorious detail, and of course the obligatory cum shots. There was no love, no relationships, just sex on auto-pilot. Who could really find that arousing? (well, the guy sitting in the seat behind me sure did, because he was pumping hard all through the movie!)

I haven't seen any porn movies lately, but I'm sure it's still more of the same. Now that you can get it on demand, I'm sure there's even a bigger audience out there. But do you really find it erotic, really stimulating to your imagination and libido? Is it better to see everything, up close and personal, and have nothing left to the imagination? Sorry, you won't see me in a XXX store anytime soon!

Fireworks At The Lakefront

I loved fucking James, especially in all the off-beat places we’d find outside. We were sneaking around, him cheating on his wife. Yes, I was the other woman, I knew I was crazy and I was cutting myself off from a real relationship, but I didn’t care.

I had met James at a florist shop, ironically, while he was there buying flowers for his wife. We shared idle chit chat about the exotic floral arrangements and he even asked my opinion on the potted plant he was buying for his wife. A few chuckles turned into him following me out to my car, followed by him giving me his number and him getting mine, wanting to meet me for coffee the following evening. His smile was so intoxicating, and I was high from inhaling the fresh scents of the petals. Maybe that’s why I agreed to see this obviously coupled man again, knowing that there would be no future in it for me.


We were sitting on the gigantic blocks of concrete that formed a wall in front of the lake. It was dark and quiet, close to the time that the police would start patrolling around kicking unsuspecting people out of the park. The water was growling tonight, beating angrily against the shore, as James pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth. I loved kissing his soft, doting lips, almost as much as I enjoyed him filling the space between my thighs with his enormous dick. That was one of the reasons I couldn’t stay away from him—his wild tongue and his delicious dick.

“James, shouldn’t we be getting out of here? It is getting late.”

He pulled me onto his lap, positioning me right on top of the brick-hard bulge jetting out from his shorts.

“I’m not ready to go yet. You didn’t give me anything. And you know I can’t leave until I get my present.”

I looked at the outline of his face, dimly lit by the moon shining over the lake. He looked serious.

“James, I know you don’t think I’m fucking you right here. Anybody could see us. And you know how the cops like to lurk around, trying to catch people. Wanna a trip to jail tonight, instead of home to your wife?” I had to throw that in there too.

“Allyson, do you have to bring Lara up every time we get together? And yes, I do think you’ll fuck me here. You know I love the thrill of getting caught.”

“Yeah, what a thrill, because we are right out in the open. It’s too risky.”

“No, you wore just the right clothes. Those loose shorts are perfect. And it’s so dark down here, nobody can see us.”

“Yeah, yes they can, how do you figure they won’t?”

James moved me off his lap and scaled the tiers of stone, back up to the top of the pathway. I stayed put, waiting to see what he was up to.

“Allyson,” he called out, “can you see me?”

I turned around, looking up. From where I was sitting, which was close to the water, I was surprised to find that I couldn’t see him.

“No baby, I can’t see you.”

I heard scuffling along the wall, until James returned to my view.

“See, I couldn’t see down here either. Looks like we are clear for take off,” he grinned. He got back in position, pulling me back over his lap. “Give it to me.”

I straddled him, standing over him as he reached his hand up inside the leg of my shorts, inching his fingers under the elastic band of my panties to creep inside my lips. Once he got his long, hot fingers up in me there would be no stopping until he had me shuddering under his control. He pushed my hand down inside his shorts. He was almost completely rigid, but I had no problem getting him to a full salute, now anticipating how he was going to feel as I slid down on his long, smooth pole.

His fingers went deeper, and my hand tugged up and down his shaft faster, sliding over his head. It felt so good I had to lean over him and give it a kiss, licking over it and swirling my tongue over it like I had a sucker in my mouth. I did realize that we needed to take care of the business, since this was the lakefront and not a hotel room. But I just couldn’t resist getting a taste of his delicacy between my lips whenever I saw him.

“Mmmm, baby, that feels so good, but you better get your ass up here before you make me lose it. And I want you to feel all this in that hot pussy. Put it in.”

I obeyed. He held my shorts and panties to the side while I impaled myself on his hot shaft. I lowered my hips slowly, feeling every inch push between my walls, fighting for space between the tight encasement. We both groaned with the pleasure of feeling that initial entry. James grabbed my hips and started to guide me on his thrill ride.

 The sound of the water beating the rocks behind us only served to excite us more and intensify the shock waves that were travelling from my pussy all through every nerve in my body. James had unzipped my shirt, revealing my braless chest, and I pushed his shirt up over his marvelously carved pecs. He continued to pull me down on his lap as he surrounded my nipples with the warmth of his moist lips and tongue. He sucked each one, sending a heat surge from my chest down to my core, igniting my clit and driving me closer to the edge of orgasm. I returned the favor by sucking his nipples, knowing how sensitive he was and how that drove him to come even faster.

“Ally, baby, come on and do it for me, come all over me baby…”

Just as he said that, and I was about to have one of the hottest orgasms of my life, I saw a light flashing on the ground above us. I stopped moving, stricken with fear. Oh God, the police! We were about to get busted!

James was about to say something, but I put my hand over his mouth and pointed up. He got the hint. Neither of us moved, we just sat there like statues, joined together with his still hard dick buried in my pussy. I saw the light moving along the rocks above us, like somehow the police knew we were there and they were desperate to find us. I could hear the footsteps along the path, although I didn’t think the cop was going to be ambitious enough to climb down the rocks and look down there. My heart was beating wildly, praying not to get caught in this position. The cool breeze blew around the heat of my flesh, pushing the spray off the water into the air dropping around us. James and I gazed into each other’s eyes, as we anxiously waited for what seemed like hours to see what the cop was going to do next.

Finally, the light disappeared, and the footsteps moved away. I could see the light flashing down on the rocks well past where we were, and we heard the familiar police announcement, “The park is closed. Everyone must leave the area, now!”

We finally breathed out sighs of relief and James buried his mouth on my neck.

“Damn baby, that shit was close. But it was exciting, right?” James grinned.

“Are you crazy? We almost ended up getting caught, in the middle of sex, with our clothes hanging off us. We would be in the back of a squad car right now!”

“I know, that’s what made it exciting. Now I want to finish what I was about to do, get this pussy talking to me.”

He grabbed my hips again, not even waiting for me move on my own. He took control, pulling my body up and pushing me down, as he thrust his hips to meet my movements, shoving his dick in me hard. He bruised his lips against mine, muffling any complaints I was about to make. I quickly forgot my arguments, feeling his strong engorgement ripping me apart, tearing through my lips and filling me with his arousal. I forgot about the near-arrest and got lost in the feeling inside my pussy, letting my breasts press against his chest, as we ground our hips together, tormenting each other with pleasure.

 I worked my hip magic over him, grinding my clit on him as we pushed, until I was creaming and clamping my muscles and feeling the vibrations of my climax on his dick. I kept working on him until he was gasping and breathing in short spurts, his body pressing against the wall behind him. I knew he was getting ready to let go and he did, releasing with a thundering pulse and rush of warmth.

“Oh damn, Ally, that was the best fuck we’ve ever had,” he breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you that hot.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. “I think this will be the one time we fucked outside that I’ll never forget. Nothing will top this one.”

He buried his tongue between my lips again, kissing me wildly. Our time was just about up, and I knew he had to be getting me home so he could beat his wife in to avoid too many questions. I was already replaying the scene in my mind, feeling the heat of the fireworks his dick had ignited all around me. He may not have been mine, but he was mine for the moment, and I couldn’t wait until the next time we got together.

Had She Bitten Off More Than She Could Chew?

When Joy left the party with Seth, she was already on the edge of an orgasm. Seth had done nothing more than dance with her, but somehow he managed to turn the entire evening into one big titilating tease. She was trying to stay on the path, but each touch he placed on her skin became magnified by the lust growing out of control in her loins. She was dripping wet, and had drenched her panties, just from Seth's hot breath and moist lips hovering over her ear, his tongue grazing her neck, and his suggestive comments released for her amusement. He had done a perfect job of seducing her, and now all she could think about and draw in her mind was unwrapping his manly body and letting him ravage her pussy.

They barely made it in her room before Seth's lips attacked hers, pushing her backwards across the floor until they reached the bed. They were locked in a mad embrace, kissing furiously, plundering each other's bodies, tearing off clothes. Joy felt electrified, as she readied herself to finally let Seth invade her body.

Her eyes were locked on every inch of him. She got on the bed, and he followed, crawling over her and exploring her body with his tongue. He kissed her navel, and put his hands under her panties, inching backwards and pulling them down with him. He slithered back up, opening her legs with his head, licking the insides of her thighs. She was ready to climb off the bed, anticipating the next move of his tongue. He licked and kissed her all the way up to her slit, then teased her clit with just the tip of his tongue. He stuck it in and out, teasing her before jamming it in all the way. She felt a combination of hot juices from his mouth and from her, as he titillated her senses between her lips with every lick. He pulled his tongue out, and licked and sucked over her clit. Her heart was beating so fast and hard that she thought she would pass out.


“Oh shit, Seth!” Her hips were moving, she was pulling his hair, and her legs were trying to come together, but he kept them apart. He had driven her right to the edge of orgasm, then he stopped, licking her body all the way up to her mouth. He pushed her legs up to her chest, pulling them apart. She was holding her breath. She was ready for him.

He rolled on a condom, and he entered her slowly, unlocking her gates little by little. His lips found their way to her breasts, and he flicked his tongue back and forth over each of them, driving her wild.

“It’s almost all the way in baby. Just a little bit more. Just relax for me”

She felt like she was coming apart, he was so big and thick. He had to have more than nine inches. She could swear she could feel him all the way in her stomach. He pushed every inch in, grinding his pubic bone against her swollen lips and clit. He started sliding in and out of her with even control. He looked like he was in another world, but he didn’t forget about her. With her legs in that position, she was getting plenty of stimulation, and he was controlling it, moving her legs open or closing them to tighten the grip on his massive dick.

“Damn, Joy! You’re so tight, this shit is hot, I’m about to come, but not yet.” He pulled out, and started kissing her all over. Then he pulled her legs straight up, and pushed back in her. This time it was easier. He pushed all the way, making her claw the sheets and gasp. He pushed her legs closer together, pulling her hips up higher.

“Fuck Seth…damn! I’m about to come. Don’t move my legs, oh yeah, keep it right there!” she gasped, letting the friction of his dick hitting her spot bring on the eruption.

“Baby, I feel you. Don’t hold back.” He pumped her harder, then slowing down, then faster. All the pressure on her clit and her lips pushed her right into a wild orgasm. Her muscles started releasing and vibrating, and her whole body heaved and trembled.

“Damn girl, you’re making me come!” Seth had an even bigger explosion. She could feel his dick pumping and pulsing like water gushing through a hose. His body had tensed up, and he held her tight, groaning loudly. Finally, he collapsed over her.

Both of them laid there, trying to catch their breath. Their bodies were hot and sweaty, even though she had the air on high. Seth looked at her, then turned on his side and pulled her into him. He kissed her long and hard, ravaging her lips. She had a warm glow radiating from her orgasmic release. She felt secure in his muscular arms.

“Joy,” he whispered, “don’t run away from me. I know I said no strings, but I want to see you again. I’ll never be the same now that I know you.”

She put her fingers up to his lips. “I said no promises, baby. You told me not to shatter your dreams. I’m afraid I would, if we went beyond tonight. I can’t offer you much of myself. I don’t want to hold you back.”

He kissed each of her fingers, looking like he was thinking.

“I don’t want you to just walk out of my life. I want to see you again. I don’t care when. The next time you’re here, I want to take you to my house, and make love to you all day.” He pressed his lips against hers slowly and softly. He looked at her with those sexy eyes, and she almost caved. She put her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. He hugged her like it was his last.

“I’ll try Seth. I still won’t promise you anything, but I’ll try to see you again.” She knew already in her heart that she would. He had whipped her like butter cream. Oh God, she was crazy. There was no way she should be even thinking about this.

Later into the night, Joy started to feel the tug of guilt in her heart. Seth had fucked her into a zombie state. And she loved every steamy minute of it. She couldn't wait for him to wake up and pump his thick toy up in her sweltering walls again. But what was wrong with that? She would be packing up and leaving for Chicago in  few hours, and she would probably never see Seth again. At least that's what she kept telling herself. But somehow, she didn't think it was going to end there. She didn't want it to end there. How was she going to manage this, when she had Tony at home, frantically waiting to fuck her until she couldn't walk, but she was thinking only about the big juicy, delicious dick pressed between her legs now?

Find out where Joy decides to take her relationship from here. Does she manage to stay away from Seth, allowing her guilt to keep her in check? Or does she figure out a way to take her cheating to the next level.  Read Joy's complete story, all her scentilating sexual exploits, and her road to bigamy in "Living Between Lies", now available @ Amazon.com

Get ready for the explosive sequel, "Living Separate Lies", part two in the Lies Trilogy. I'm dying to let tidbits out from the second book, but if I do, it would give away the end of the first book. I will say that Joy gets badder and bolder,. and her sex life keeps getting kinkier. Does she end up with Tony, Seth, or both? Or does she bring a new man into the picture? Maybe I will let out a little taste...later!

Playing With Fire

Was she crazy? Why had she kissed him? Joy had been tossing and turning all night, with images of sexy Seth on her mind. She could still feel the scorch of his hot lips on her body. She had lost herself in his sultry stares. His touch was so soft on her skin, so tender. She could tell that fucking him would be a completely different experience than what she had with Tony. Tony was wild and frantic; freaky. Seth seemed to be old fashioned.


She never should have touched him. If they got started, she would want to keep it going, and he surely would. No, it couldn’t work. She was engaged. What was she missing? Tony bought her everything she desired. He showered her with attention. He screwed her brains out, and he was always up to trying something different. He was even getting divorced so he could marry her. She couldn’t afford to piss all that away.
 
To make matters even worse, now she had agreed to let Seth esort her to the party for the developers. She knew that once she alowed herself to get caught up again with the intoxicating lull of Seth's kisses, there would be no stopping the reaction that was sure to take place between them. But then again, why should she stop herself? He was a gorgeous, rich doctor, and he was pursuing her. Why couldn't she have just this one night? Then she never had to see him again. After all, she was heading back to Chicago. And to Tony.
 
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The gathering was crowded. There was a band, and plenty of finger foods. Seth had been keeping her on the dance floor most of the time, after she finished mingling with the clients. It was the perfect excuse to touch. She loved the slower songs. He held her tightly, keeping his lips near her ear, occasionally whispering things to her about how good she looked, and how she was the sexiest woman there.


Joy was glad nobody could see what was happening beneath her clothes. The direct touch of his hand on the small of her back, his hand holding hers, and his hot lips barely touching her ear was sending waves of excitement all through her. The heat of his body so close, the crisp, clean scent of his cologne, and just the thought of the possibility of him overtaking her body had her throbbing under her new dress. Her nipples were rock hard and rubbing against her bra as he pressed her. She was getting wet. She longed to feel his hands exploring inside her panties.

The band started playing “Shattered Dreams”, one of her favorite 80’s songs. Seth seemed to know it too. He started twirling her around, doing some stepper moves, even dipping her. When he pulled her back up into his arms, he whispered in her ear, “Joy, don’t shatter my dreams tonight. I want you.” She felt the hotness of his breath in her ear, and it happened again. She came all unglued. At that moment, she couldn’t think of another thing in the world, other than getting his clothes off and feeling her body gel into his.

She was listening to the words of the song, about lies and a lost relationship. She needed to be running from him, but she was being drawn to him. Second by second she was losing her will to stay away from him. Her body was going limp. By the end of the song he took her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s go,” he said softly. She followed like a puppy behind its new master.

From the newly released novel, "Living Between Lies" now available @ Amazon.com

Joy Is A Bad, Bad Girl!

My debut novel, "Living Between Lies" will be released in print and on Kindle within two weeks. I let my friends preview the entire manuscript to get their thoughts on the story, especially since I'm close to finishing the sequel "Living Separate Lies". They loved the book and got into the sequence of events and the characters, especially Joy. One of my friends wants me to kill Joy off, because she's a homewrecker and a cheater!

Now granted, Joy is bad. She will use sex to get what she wants. She breaks up a marriage, cheats on her boyfriend, uses her boss to advance her career, and by the end, has wreaked havoc on several people's lives. But does she deserve to die just for that? We got into a heated debate over what Joy's fate should be, which got my creative juices flowing. I've got a lot more trouble (and kinky sex) to get Joy into in the sequel, since she is a freak and she loves sex. But in book three, anything is possible! To get an idea of Joy's sex-capades, read the entire blog starting with "Life In The Fast Lane." What do you think should happen to Joy? Leave me a comment or drop me an email. Somebody will die in the final episode, and I'm open for suggestions!

Sex Out Of Bounds

Any time you do something you know you shouldn't be doing, the little voice goes off in your head, reminding you that you shouldn't be doing it. Joy's little voice was going off, reminding her about cheating on Montell and helping Tony cheat on his wife. She continued to ignore it, choosing to focus on the sensational feeling she experienced with Tony, finally getting to enjoy his naked body rubbing all over hers. He was huge, and he knew how to work his shit, fucking her in different positions and grinding her into orgasms so riveting that she could hardly move afterwards. How could she back away from getting rocked like that, when she craved more of it?

Montell was a great screw, but he was her safety net. Somebody to keep her appeased until she met the real prospect, the one who could dazzle her in every way. And Tony was the one, with the promise of incredible, heart-stopping sex, the resources to help her get ahead in her job, and the money to buy her whatever she wanted. The last part was already coming true, since he had dropped a wad of cash on her and told her to go buy some sexy shit to wear for him at work, and for the next time they got together. Montell was just the opposite, always chastizing her for spending too much. He was no competition for Tony.

Joy was successful at quieting her own inner voice, but not the voice of her girl Kiki, who never hesitated to remind her when she was going the wrong way. And now she was on the phone, interrupting the orgasm she was close to having while fantisizing about Tony. She was worse than the  freakin' Mother Superior.

"Joy, you know this is fucked up. You shouldn't be doing Montell the way you are. If you're that hung up on Tony, then let Montell go."

Joy knew she was right, but why should she if he was still hanging around?

"No Kiki, I still have feelings for Montell. I'm not ready to let him go yet. Besides, I love fucking him, and when Tony isn't around, who else will I have to keep me company?"

"Ok, keep it up. He's gonna find out, mark. And don't come crying to me when he drops your ass."

"Yeah, whatever." Joy heard a tone go off in her ear. She had another call. "Kiki, I got to take this call, I think it's Tony. I'll call you tomorrow."

She hastily pressed the button to switch to the other call.

"Hello?"

""Hey baby, I got a free minute and I wanted to hear your voice. What are you doing?" Tony crooned, dropping that creamy baritone in her ears.

"Nothing Boss, just thinking about fucking you again. What's on your mind?" Like she didn't already have the answer.

"Getting back up in your hot, tight pussy. I sneaked off for a minute, pretending I had to go to the store. So I don't have long. I just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about stoking your ass right now. Imagine my tongue jammed up against your clit, then slipping up inside that hot little slit."

"I'm thinking about it."

Joy leaned back on the bed, spreading her thighs and sliding her fingers down to her already moistened lips, inside her silk panties . She quivered at her own touch, thinking about how Tony had licked her into mind-numbing multiple orgasms. She slid her finger through the taut opening, probing against the heat of her walls. She drew the finger back out, dragging the juices out and over her clit, making small circular motions. Damn, she really needed him to fuck her right now.

"You feel me baby? I'm hard as a damned steel pipe right now, thinking about your soft thighs, pushing them apart so I can get my dick up in that hot ass."


"Mmmmm, damn Tony, I need to fuck you right now. I can't wait. When are we getting together again?"

"I'm coming up with something to cover my ass for tomorrow night. I promise, we'll be together, ok? Keep that shit hot for me, and I'll see you in the morning. Maybe we can sneak something in for lunch.Wear something sexy." He let out a groan, sounding like he was getting his own self off. "Sweet dreams baby."

"Night Tony."

She quickly ended the call, throwing the phone on the bed beside her. She picked up the tempo of the movement of her hand, probing her two fingers deeper as she applied more pressure over her swelling. The orgasm came within minutes, pushing through her short breaths, pussy walls tightening and moving in spasms. She filled her head with visions of Tony thrusting deep inside her, mixing his explosive eruption with her own. She couldn't wait until they came together again.

Damn all this creeping around.

Joy Between The Sheets

She had crossed the final line, finally able to reap the fruits of her labor. Joy couldn't believe the sensation of Tony's thick, rock-hard dick, totally filling up every inch of her tight, molten walls. Her pussy had molded over the sides of his girth, stretched farther than she ever could have imagined. He had her legs splayed as far as they would reach, ramming her, grinding his hairy groin against her clit.

"Oh fuck yeah, slam it harder Tony...oh...yessss...take this pussy baby..."

She was on the verge, getting closer to an explosion. She had never been fucked like this before. Tony was wild, bucking against her like something inside him had just been set free. Her hips met his every thrust, thirsty to keep him inside her, as he hit the back of her wall. Her nerves and senses were tingling, as she dug her nails deep into his shoulders and back

"Damn, Joy, this pussy is on fire, it's so damned tight, shit, you gonna make me come, baby." He strained to get the words out, breathing hard and shallow, as he dropped sweat on her chest from his body. "I don't want to come until I feel you baby, work that hot pussy over my dick. Let that shit go."

Joy’s body was starting to quiver, overcome with the sensation of his dick expanding between her walls, as her inflamed pussy lips sucked him in. “Tony, I’m about to come baby, oh, what the hell are you doing to me!”



“Not just yet baby,” He thrust in all the way, and her hips met him in rhythmic motion. She was beyond boiling, she was going super nova, and she felt her muscles clench up before starting the big release.


“Tony, oh shit…you’re making me…oooooooh damn!” Joy felt wild sensations electrify her body, and her muscles contracted on him, squeezing down on his rock-hard shaft. She heard him grunting and moaning, as his body tightened up. His dick felt red hot, like a poker iron sliding in and out of her.


“Oh baby, that’s sending me over, I can’t hold it any longer,” he groaned as he pushed in the final time, and she felt him pulsating against her walls. She kept moving her hips, and he groaned louder.


When they finally stopped moving, they collapsed into a long, frenzied kiss. Their bodies locked together, hot and sweaty, with the cool air conditioned air swirling around them.


“Damn, Joy, your body is incredible. I haven’t had an experience like that in… in never. I can’t believe I waited so long to make love to you. But it was worth every second of the wait.” He rolled over to the side of her, pulling her into his arms. “I could do that again and again.”


Joy was still catching her breath. Her heart felt like it was racing right out of her chest. “And you can do it again and again, whenever you want. You were amazing. I thought you were going to make my body explode. Oh damn, I can still feel you.” She put his hand between her legs. She was still hot, even after all they had done.


“Damn woman, you’re still smokin’? What’s it gonna take to turn your oven off?” He kissed her again, while sliding his fingers back inside her hot slit. “Guess it’s time for round two, while we still have time.”

Joy never knew sneaking around could be so much fun. She was willing to take the risks, as long as they didn't get caught...

Road To Rapture

Was he out of his mind? Tony knew where all this would lead, all this interaction with Joy. He was heading right down the same road of destruction as with his previous affairs. His wife, Lorna had warned him that if he strayed one more time, there would be no forgiveness. Just the sound of her throwing his shit out of the window.

So why was he putting his marriage in jeopardy again? Other than to satisfy the curiosity he had for what Joy had beneath all those sexy clothes she wore, or to appease the tightening in his balls and the unquenchable desire in his dick to get inside her and get a taste of her juices? It all came down to lust. His need for wild, uninhibited sex, the kind he wasn't getting at home, and the kind he knew he could get from Joy. He spent long hours imagining what it was going to feel like the first time she put her lips on his head. Lorna would never go down on him.

After playing with Joy in the car, Tony was ready for the real thing. His friend Matt was out of town, so he could use his condo, as he had in the past. He would take Joy along for the next meeting with the developers he had been courting. After the meeting, they would have the rest of the day to touch, lick and screw each other, and he could finally cure his obsession with her. He felt his dick swell in his pants, straining to break out, after he shared his plan with Joy. How was he going to be able to keep his eyes off her and get his work done in the office? Every time he saw her all he could think about was throwing her across his desk, pushing her skirt up, and spearing her hot ass until she came hard all over his dick. He wished he could put that shit in a memo.

The day finally came. Tony got the answer to his dreams. As soon as they landed the account and wrapped the meet with the developers, he wasted no time rushing Joy off to the seclusion of the condo. He got to see, touch and taste her body and live out the fantasies that had his mind and dick riveted awake at night.

He stood up, pulling her up with him. He reached around to her back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. He rubbed his fingers across his lips, taking in the sight of her ample breasts pushed up in the matching pale yellow lace bra. He reached behind her again, unclasping her bra, releasing the twin beauties to full view. He pulled her lace panties down to her knees, letting them fall to the floor as he cupped her ass. All she was wearing now was her heels and her pearls.




“Oh fuck me, damn you are a beautiful sight, standing there like that.” He picked up her dress and backed over to the chair across from the bed. “Let me just take in this vision. Damn, you look like a centerfold.”


He started taking his clothes off quickly, laying his in the chair opposite of hers. He was careful not to get the scent of her perfume on his clothes. Joy sat down on the edge of the bed, opening her legs slightly, and massaging herself in front of him.


“You like this Tony?" She slid her finger between her soaked lips, while sucking the fingers on her free hand. She let out a slight moan as she excited herself. “If you liked licking it, you’re gonna love fucking it.” She rubbed her wet fingers across her nipples, making them stand to attention. She took off one of her larger strands of pearls, and let it hang in between her legs. She leaned back on the bed slightly, closing her legs on the pearls, and started to pull them over her clit slowly with one hand, while squeezing her nipples with the other hand. She threw her head back and let out a low-pitched groan. Then she smiled at him seductively.

“Crap, you’re going to make me come just watching you get off on that.” He started walking towards her, grabbing and massaging his massive, swollen shaft. She looked him up and down, letting her eyes roam from his chest to his abs before locking on to what he was holding in his hand.


He stood in front of her, pulling her legs apart wide. “If you like playing with things between your legs, I’ve got just the toy for you...”

Close Encounter

After the little scene in the elevator, Joy finally had proof that Antonio was ready to take it to the next level. His kiss on her neck left her smoldering for hours. She spent the weekend with her boyfriend Montell, but her mind was all over Antonio. All over his thick, sexy lips, all over his broad muscular body, and all over the treat he had hidden underneath his designer trousers and boxers.

It was Friday, and Joy came in ready for action She pranced around the office in a royal blue fitted suit, with her favorite powder blue bra and panties underneath. She hoped Antonio would have a reason to see what she had hidden beneath the polish of the business attire.

Joy's persevearance paid off. Antonio had been literally all over her all day, keeping her coming into his office for just about any reason he could muster. She felt like a ping pong ball, making trips back and forth to bring him files, as he stood behind her, peering over her shoulder as she sat in front of his desk. He had the perfect view of her rounded breasts, pushed up right below the shawl collar of her top.

By the end of the day, Joy was set to leave, but Antonio called her into his office again. He invited her to meet him for drinks at Blue Chicago. She accepted, keeping cool on the outside, but she was throbbing on the inside, anticipating moving beyond their current relationship.

When she arrived at the club, he was standing near the doors, looking for her. He looked relieved when he saw her walking towards him. He started smiling, holding his hand out to take her by the arm. He gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, you made it. I was thinking maybe you changed your mind.” He led her into the club. There was a buzzing crowd tonight, with smooth jazz playing in the background.

“No, no, I just waited to leave with everyone else. You know, so it wouldn’t look weird. If I tell you I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said close to him, running her finger under his chin.

They went inside, securing a table tucked away back in a corner. They ordered drinks. Antonio touched her hand, as soon as they sat down. His hands were as gorgeous as the rest of him. His nails were perfectly manicured, and he wore a thick gold link bracelet. He had a diamond letter “A” ring on his right hand ring finger, and his gold nugget and diamond wedding band on the other. He was making circular motions over her skin and it was sending little electric shocks all through her. She was trying to get a read on what he wanted to do next.

“You know, I just wanted to commend you on how hard you’ve been working. You’ve learned quite a lot in a short time. In fact, you probably know more than some of my loan officers. I’m ready to put you on some of the bigger deals. I want you exposed to everything.” He stroked his fingers across her hand again, this time moving up to her forearm. It sent a shiver up and down her spine.

“Thanks Tony, but I owe it all to you. You are a great teacher. You could teach anyone anything.”

She ran her fingers over the smooth skin of his hand. A hand she was imagining touching her breasts, caressing her body, sliding up her thighs. He seemed to be ready to take things to the next level. She took a sip of her drink, and locked on to his tempting hazel eyes. She let the drink drip on her lips, so she could lick the liquid off. Then she took her fingers and ran them across her lips, licking them. He was completely at attention. His lips were starting to drop open, like he was imagining all the enticing things she could do with her mouth. She undid one button on her top, to expose the crest of her cleavage. Then she touched his hand again.

“Tony, tell me, what are you doing here?” She had one hand on his arm, and the other hand on his knee, starting to work its way up his thigh. His quads flexed beneath her touch. He shifted in his seat.

“I just wanted to talk to you without every eye on us, that’s all. Kind of celebrate my good decision to hire you.” The look in his eyes and his increased breathing was giving him away.

“Really?’ She almost whispered, bringing her head closer to his. “That’s your only reason?” She knew what he had on his mind, so why was he beating around the bush? This wasn’t his first time stepping out.

“Well actually,” he smiled a little, “I just wanted to get you alone. I think it’s time for us to get to know each other a little better.” His eyes wandered from her face down to her body.

She gazed at him, soaking in his rugged charm and the mature outline of lean muscle hiding beneath his custom-made suit. He looked strong, authoritative and commanding, the very things that turned her on about him.

She was hoping he would react to her green light signals, and make the next move. He must have read her mind, because he reached across the table and caressed her cheek. There wasn’t much space left between their faces. He leaned in closer, pulling her mouth up to his with the tip of his finger on her chin. He softly pursed his lips against hers. His lips felt hot and firm. She kissed him back, and she could swear she felt the air heating around them. The kiss was brief, but there was a whisper of lust on the tip of his tongue, as he moved it skillfully against hers.

He let her go, and she finally got her breath back enough to utter a sentence. “Tony, do you want me?” She spoke in a low, sultry voice, as she looked into those dreamy hazel eyes. All she could think about was climbing on top of him and riding him like she was in a saddle. And from what she could feel between his legs, he was packing like a horse.

It was obvious that he was getting turned on. He licked his lips, touching them with his fingertips. He cracked a little crooked smile at the corner of his mouth. “Let’s go outside.” He took her hand, pulling her up from the table.

The First Touch

Joy never knew it could be so much fun having a job. She woke up everyday in a rush to get ready to get to the office and get up under Antonio. She could feel the heat between them building every day. When she sat across from him at his desk, she could sense his eyes undressing her body. She could almost feel his touch on her skin, licking her nipples, caressing her between her thighs. As he spoke her concentration drifted from what he was showing her, because her mind was stuck in a fantasy of the orgasmic high she was waiting for him to unleash.

Today she wore one of her favorite dresses, a sexy emerald green number. It was short and tight, and framed her hourglass figure like a glove. When she sashayed across the bank lobby, every head turned. By the time she got to her desk on the sixth floor, even her girl Shelly had smart remarks.

“Girl, do you ever wear anything low key? You know you’re about to get raped up in here! And you’re making the rest of us look like old hags.” Shelly started laughing. She was in her mid thirties, with a slender build. She knew she wasn’t bad looking, but she couldn’t compete with Joy.

“Sorry Shelly. When you got it, you have to work it. And I know how to work it.” Joy licked her lips like she was posing for Maxim.

“Joy, I don’t think there’s a man in here today who wouldn’t hand you his whole paycheck just to see you naked, you know that? Including Antonio. You’ve been driving him wild. I’m watching him, and he’s watching you every time you even move to pick up a piece of paper. He‘s hot for your ass. You’d better stop teasing him, or he’ll be on you like flies on an elephant! Now you know the man has a wife,” she reasoned.

She couldn't tell Shelly, but that was just the effect she wanted. She was hoping that with every sway of her hips, and every lick across her lips, it was driving him to the edge. And so what about his wife? Apparently she wasn't all that, or he wouldn't be salivating over her everyday, and coming up with reasons to keep her in his office so much.

Once again, Antonio had managed to keep Joy at the office later than everybody else. He finally told her to pack it up for the night. They were the only ones left on the floor, as he walked behind her ad pushed the button to call the elevator.

“By the way, you look phenomenal in that dress today.” Tony stood very close to her, partially behind her. There was a tendril of hair on the back of her neck, and he longed to move it and kiss the spot it was covering.

“Thanks Mr. Mar…I mean Tony.” She never called him by his last name when they were alone. He saw a bit of color rush to her cheeks.

The elevator doors opened, and they got on. Again, he stood right behind her, close enough for him to hear her breathing. This time, he let his hand graze along the curve of the back of her neck. It must have tickled her, and she put her hand there to feel what had touched her. He caught her hand and kissed it. She spun around, with a stunned look on her face. He knew he had to move quickly, so he pressed his lips against her neck softly, feeling the warmth of her skin and inhaling her scent of honeysuckle and white tea rose up close.

Her eyes drifted up to meet his, as she stood completely speechless and glued in place. The doors were about to open, so he spun her around to face outwards, in case someone was lingering in the lobby. He whispered in her ear from behind, “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.”

The doors opened, and he got off, holding them open for her like nothing had just happened. She looked up at him again, as if trying to figure out when he had flipped the switch. Then she smiled at him, and switched that cute ass out to her car. He hoped she was as obsessed with him as he was with her.