My Husband's Boss (Tempt Me Harder Book 1) (3 page)

SIX

We made the drive home in silence. I felt my gown clinging to my breasts, still sticky. My cunt was still pulsing from the beating it had gotten, and I was still having a hard time wrapping my mind around what just happened.

I sucked off my husband’s boss at dinner.

We went to the law office where my husband then admitted that he’d love to see me fucked by another man.

Davis
Howell
then made that happen by fucking my so hard I saw stars… all while I wrapped my lips around my husband’s cock.

I was even wetter just going over those details again.

Stumbling into the house, we made our way upstairs, stripping in our suit before climbing into the shower. I moaned in pleasure as Andrew soaped me up, running his sudsy hands over my tits and massaging away the come that had dried there. I saw him grow hard in the shower.

“You don’t know how incredibly sexy this is, darling,” he said, running his hands over my breasts. “I’m washing my boss’s come off your tits – and I watched him put it there.”

I slid my hands over his, kissing him in the steam.

“And you like this?” I asked. “You want this?”

“I want this as much as I’ve ever wanted you,” he replied, kissing me deeply.

He rinsed my body, the hot water pouring over my skin like a hot massage. He ran the water between my legs, gently sliding his fingers between my lips.

Nestling his face in the bend of my neck, I felt him slide a finger over my clitoris. “I see someone’s still turned on,” he murmured, biting my flesh.

I moaned. “Oh Andrew,” I said. “You have no idea.”

Andrew released me, shutting off the water and pulling us out of the shower. I watched as he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me and gently patting my skin.

“I think someone deserves another orgasm,” he said, gently kissing my nose.

“Haven’t I already been spoiled enough for one night?” I asked sweetly.

Andrew slid his hands up and under the towel, grasping my ass in his hands. “You’ll never be too spoiled as long as I’m in charge,” he said, squeezing my ass.

Making our way into the bedroom, Andrew pushed me back into our lush bed. I sank into the blankets, the pleasure of their softness fully encompassing me. Andrew knelt between my legs, pushing me up higher on the bed before bending his head over me and gently nipping at my thighs.

I heard Andrew rummage around with one hand in my bedside table. Glancing down between my legs, I saw that he had pulled out one of my favorite toys – a large silicon butt plug. I watched as he slid it first between his lips, then up and down my still-soaked slit.

I sank deeper into the blankets, rolling my head backwards and moaning in pleasure. Andrew continued sliding the butt plug over my pussy, coating it in my own juices. Spreading my arms out, I gripped the sheets, clenching them in my fists. I closed my eyes as Andrew lowered his head, running his tongue along the crease between my inner-thigh and slit, just out of reach of my tender lips.

“You can’t imagine how incredible that was for me tonight,” said Andrew softly, nuzzling his face between my legs. “Seeing you taken by another man… seeing you pleasure him the way you pleasure me…” His grasp tightened as he dug his fingers into my thighs.

“I want to give that same experience to you,” he said. “I know you’ve been wanting this, and I think it’s time we started to play.”

I leaned my head back, relaxing my body as Andrew gently pushed the head of the silicon toy against my anus. Still licking along my slit, he slowly pushed it in. I cried out in pleasure, hips bucking slightly as the small toy filled me. I thought of Davis only hours before, positioned perfectly at my dripping slit, and thought of how he could have so quickly taken me. The thought of him fucking my tight little ass was enough alone to bring me to orgasm.

“You were beyond ravishable. Beyond fuckable. Darling, you were divine,” he said, and he opened his mouth over my clit, closing his lips on my sensitive nub as he pushed the silicon plug in all the way to its base.

My back arched as I clenched the sheets, moaning in ecstasy as he circled that little bundle of nerves with his tongue. He closed his lips tight over it, sucking hard while flicking his tongue across the surface.

Andrew slid one hand down my thigh, sliding two fingers into me. My breath caught in my throat as I gasped, my hips buckling and begging for more. He slid them in and out of me slowly, lapping his tongue across the very top of my slit as he coaxed me gently along.

Lifting he head, he sent kisses over the top of my pussy.

“Watching you suck his cock,” he continued, still fingering me. I tried to focus on his words, but it was so difficult.

“Watching him fuck you from behind, watching the pleasure on his face as he dominated you, as he filled you…” Andrew trailed off, sending his head back down to suck on my clit more. I cried out, my head turning from side to side as he fingered me faster.

“Darling, you were magnificent,” he said, and I came. My pussy tightened around his fingers, sending spasms all along my body as I trembled in our bed. Andrew ran his tongue up and along my slit and I cried out again, thrusting my hips upwards into his mouth.

I felt him slide his fingers out of me as I collapsed beneath his grasp, my skin alight with pleasure as he continued stroking me with his tongue, kissing along the little mound of pleasure between my legs.

I sighed, reaching down and running my fingers through Andrew’s hair. He continued nuzzling me as my breath calmed before crawling up beside me and wrapping me in his long, muscular arms.

“This is what you want?” I murmured, stroking his hair.

“Mmmm,” he responded, pushing his lips against my neck.

“Do you remember that conversation we had, in the car after the ballet?”

I felt Andrew smile against me. “Was tonight an adequate introduction?”

“Well,” I said, sliding my hand between my legs and pulling out the pleasurable toy. “I think we can skip the larger version of this little plug next time, and just go for the real thing.”

“Davis Howell,” my husband whispered into my neck.

“Davis Howell,” I replied, feeling myself drifting off into sleep.

SEVEN

The problem with planning something like having your husband and his boss fuck you simultaneously is waiting for it to actually happen.

Court took up the next few weeks. Both Andrew and Davis spent all their waking hours at the office or at the court house. Miller’s case became more complex as the time went on, and I felt myself growing more and more impatient.

That first blowjob in the coat check had given me all the desire I needed to have another chance with Davis Howell – and that chance just wasn’t coming soon enough.

Finally, I saw an opportunity. Andrew called me up one late Friday afternoon, letting me know that he and Davis would be taking late hours at the office. Andrew rarely called to tell me things like this – I knew he was doing more than dropping a hint that I should come to the building. He was practically demanding it.

I spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready. I took a long bath, soaking in the hot water with my favorite vibrator as well as the silicon plug that Andrew had first used on me a few weeks prior. I was so nervous – the idea of fucking Andrew and Davis at the same time was intoxicating.

I lay in the bubbles, fantasizing about their thick cocks, their lustful eyes, their grasping hands. I wanted them to penetrate me both at the same time, to fill me so completely and entirely that all I could do was lay there and be taken.

I showered, shaving my legs and pussy. I left the butt plug in, letting it stretch me so I could take Davis – as well as Andrew – without hesitation.

With my secret toy still in place, I headed for the office, stopping at nearby drugstore to pick up a box of condoms and the biggest bottle of lube I could find. Dressed in a slinky coral dress without bra or panties, I gave the cashier a slow wink as I handed him two twenties. I clenched my thighs together, feeling how wet my pussy was, and wondering if I would leak all over the back of my dress when I got back into the car.

Taking the paper bag he gave me, I blew him a kiss as I walked out the door, feeling the silicon plug, the wetness between my lips, my hard nipples, and taking it all in.

By the time I arrived at the office building, the parking lot was mostly empty and dusk was settling. I parked and locked the car, striding over the asphalt. I had worn my favorite high heels, strappy and slim. As I entered the marble foyer, I relished the quick snapping sounds they made as I walked to the elevator.

Stepping inside, I faced the closing doors and felt my pulse quicken. Rising to the third floor, I ran my hands over the front of my dress, feeling my firm tits and hard nipples, clenching my thighs tighter as I waited for my release.

As the doors slid open, I stepped out into the offices. They were completely deserted, with lights already slipped off. At the end of the hall was Davis’s office – I saw lights beneath the door and picked up the pace.

Standing outside, I was struck with a sudden idea. I slid my hands up my back, unzipping my dress and dropping it onto the floor beside the secretary dress. I slid my fingers around the base of the butt plug, pulling it out and dropping it beside my desk. Running my fingers through my curls, I shook my hair from my face and grasped the handles of Davis’s office doors, and swung them wide.

My husband and Davis were sitting at the couch directly in front of the doors. Their jaws dropped when I strode into the room, naked except for my black heels. I closed the doors behind me, leaning back against them, pressing my tits out as I gave them a sly grin.

“I heard you two were having a late night with the books and thought you might prefer a late night with me instead,” I said, grinning at the two of them. I pushed off from the door, dropping the drug store bag on the ground, and striding into the office.

Davis stood first, walking towards me. I looked at Andrew, his eyes hardening and focusing on my body, his hand already sliding between his legs and over his bulge.

Davis slid his arms around my waist, wrapping my naked body and pulling it against his. He too was hard – his thick cock pressing out at me from under his linen trousers. I pressed a hand between us, grasping his cock as I kept my eyes on Andrew, folding Davis as I watched my husband fondle himself.

I rolled my head back as Davis slid his hands up my neck, fingers knotting in my hair as he kissed me full on the mouth. He sucked my lower lip between his, biting at it as I felt more than heard a moan crawl up his throat.

“You’re a naughty one, coming here like this,” he said, nipping at me.

“It’s simple,” I said, gripping his shaft harder. “I’ve heard this thing about attorney–client privilege and wanted to see just how privileged it was.”

He groaned, biting my neck and sliding a hand over my breast, roughly groping me and pulling at my nipples. I felt him thrust a thigh between my legs and ground down onto him, feeling my smooth lips against the rough material of his trousers.

“You’ve no idea how privileged it can be,” he said, sinking to his knees.

I let out a groan as Davis sank his lips into my slit, roughly sending his tongue over my clit. His touch was nothing like Andrew’s – and that turned me on more than I believed. His fingers dug into my ass, bringing me closer to his face as he sucked hard on my clit.

Knotting my fingers in his hair, I looked again at Andrew. His trousers were again around his thighs and he was stroking his shaft, watching as his boss went down on me. I cried out again, my body twitching as Davis sent one of his fingers sliding into my ass.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out as he slid his finger in and out of me, flicking his tongue along my slit.

“A little bird told me you liked having your ass played with,” he said, biting along my lips. “Looks like he was right.”

I moaned, unable to formulate any kind of a response. He gripped me tighter then, sliding his finger in and out of my tight ass. I was still lubed up from the butt plug, and he slid easily into me.

Davis pulled his other hand away and slapped me hard on the ass. I yelped, my hips bucking forward into his mouth.

“How do you feel about riding my cock for your husband?” asked Davis. I panted, nodding furiously as he lapped again at my clit before sitting back on the ground.

I dropped to a squat, pulling open his shirt as he leaned back on his hands. My fingers traveled down over his chest, grasping his belt and whipping it open. Davis sat up, gripping my face in both hands and pressing his mouth to mine, hungry for my lips. I fumbled with his zipper, reaching inside to grab his thick, pulsing cock. I slid my body down his, kneeling over his thighs as I ran my tongue over his shaft.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Andrew approach us, holding the small paper bag in one hand.

“Wait,” he said, handing me a condom.

I grinned broadly at him before grasping his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss.

“You make a hell of a wingman,” I said before leaning over Davis’s lap. I ripped open the foil, sliding the condom onto the pulsing cock in front of me. Placing my hands on Davis’s shoulders, I gently pushed him back on the carpet before crawling back up his body, grasping his cock between my fingers, and sliding myself down onto him.

We both let out a guttural moan as he filled me, his throbbing shaft stretching my pussy with every inch.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, sinking my hips lower to accommodate him. I felt my own wetness sliding around us both, making his entrance into me all the easier.

Sitting straight up, I began to roll my hips, thrusting them forward and back as I gyrated on top of Davis’s lap. He dug his fingers into my thighs, gripping me tightly as I thrust myself over his cock. I looked up to find Andrew standing a few feet away, stroking his cock as he watched me ride his boss. He bit his lips as he stared at me, taking in the sight before him.

“God baby,” I moaned. “Mr. Howell has a fantastic cock.”

I watched Andrew grit his teeth, still stroking himself.

“Tell me about that cock, darling.”

“It’s
thick
,” I moaned, moving more quickly now atop Davis. “It’s
thick
and it’s
veiny
. It fills me up to the brim, and I love it when he fucks me with his big hard cock.”

On cue, Davis began thrusting his hips upwards to meet me, ramming his cock even deeper into my dripping slit. I cried out, gripping his chest as he fucked me, my voice cracking as I felt an immense heat building up inside me.

“Fuck me, oh God –
fuck me
,” I moaned, rubbing myself harder against Davis. The thick tangle of his pubic hair pressed hard against my clit, sending spasms all up and down my body.

“You wanna get fucked?” Davis panted. He sat up, rolling us both over on the carpet. I raised my hips up, leveraging myself against him with my feet. Davis roughly grabbed my hips, yanking me towards him.

“I’ll fuck you alright,” he said, thrusting himself back into me.

I cried out again, lifting my hips to meet his pacing. In and out he slid, furiously plunging into my slit. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink down, feeling how his delicious cock stretched me.

I felt a hand in my hair and opened my eyes to see Andrew, kneeling beside my head. His cock was inches away and I took it immediately into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it as he moaned above me.

Lying there in the office with Davis fucking me as my husband slid his cock in and out of my mouth, I knew I was close to heaven. I moaned around his shaft, feeling Davis pumping himself faster between my pulsing lips.

I gave a cry, wrapping my legs around Davis and bringing him tight against me as I came, my body trembling between the two men. Andrew slid his hands over my tits, squeezing my nipples as my climax shook through me, sending me into slight convulsions.

Davis gave a few more thrusts, and with each one I cried out at the unbearable pleasure. Pulling his cock out of me, he stood and made his way to the sofa. Collapsing against it, he watched as I writhed on the ground, my husband still caressing my nipples.

Andrew bent down to kiss me on the mouth before grasping my hand and pulling me up.

“Come on darling,” he whispered to me. “I think it’s time you got properly fucked.”