Becca Bellamy
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An Afternoon in His Boss's Office
🕑 Added 2023-10-11 04:51:05 +0000 UTCClick to read the previous story in this series, An Afternoon on His Boss's Boat.
"Wait!" Marie called out as Jordan grabbed his messenger bag, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the door. He stopped in his tracks, spun around, and smiled as his beautiful wife approached in a satin camisole and tap shorts. Her breasts bounced in the most alluring manner imaginable and Jordan felt a gentle stirring between his legs as he thought of Marie riding his cock to a thoroughly pleasurable orgasm just a few nights prior.
"You can't leave without saying goodbye," she said before reaching up to adjust his tie.
"Sorry about that," Jordan replied. "We have a big potential client coming in this morning. I'm a little distracted."
Marie adjusted the strap of his messenger bag and fixed the lapel of his jacket before saying, "I think it might be time to get you a proper briefcase, don't you think? The partners at the firm don't come in with messenger bags, right?"
Jordan shook his head. "I've never seen one carrying a messenger bag. I guess you're right, I've just always thought of a briefcase as something an old man has."
Marie laughed. "I think it's just something a professional man has. I wouldn't really know, I suppose, but I think it might be smart if you want to be a partner at the firm."
"Do you really think that's still possible?" he asked.
She smoothed his tie, leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, and said, "Why wouldn't that be possible?"
"Because my wife is having an affair with the man that's going to make that decision," he stated flatly.
Marie responded with a smile. "I think we both know that's only going to help your case, Jordan. He's only fucked me a few times, but Terry is already enraptured with my pussy, and he knows that he won't get to enjoy it anymore if you're passed over for partner."
Before Jordan could offer a response Marie leaned in to kiss him. She pressed her body against his and he ran his fingers down the delicate satin of her camisole and grabbed her ass.
"You know how good my pussy is," she whispered. "You'd be willing to do just about anything for it, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Terry knows how good my pussy is too," she said. "It's certainly better than his wife's pussy, and unlike her, I'm more than happy to suck his dick."
Jordan marveled at his wife's dirty talk - and the fact that her dirty talk was backed up by her actions - and when she reached between his legs he moaned at the pleasure of getting his cock stroked through his slacks.
"You just have to do your part to make sure you earn that promotion," she said. "Keep being the damn good lawyer we both know you are. Keep outworking everyone else competing for the partnership. And maybe upgrade to a briefcase instead of this messenger bag."
"I will," Jordan replied as she continued to deftly work his cock with her fingers.
"You still like that I'm fucking Terry, right?" she asked.
Jordan nodded. It was not without complications and the occasional bout of uncomfortable and unpleasant feelings, but Marie was right when she surmised that he'd thoroughly enjoyed watching her and Terry fuck on the boat. He hadn't watched since then, but he'd enjoyed hearing about Marie's sexual rendezvous with Terry at a hotel and about the blowjob she'd given him in his car just a handful of nights ago.
"I'll see when you get home, then," Marie said.
She offered yet another kiss - this one deep, slow, and sensual - and then turned and walked away. Jordan stared at her ass in the satin tap shorts - it looked exquisite - and then headed out the door to begin his commute to work.
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"Good morning, Jordan."
Jordan looked up from his coffee to see Terry stepping into the break room. As always, he wore an expensive, flawlessly-tailored suit, a freshly-shined pair of shoes, and a tie that likely cost as much as the car payments of most of his employees. His office look was a far cry from how he'd looked on the boat, but that only spoke to Terry's ability to play whatever part was necessary to get the job done.
"Good morning, Mr. Jacobs," Jordan replied.
Terry smiled, and while Jordan told himself that the smile meant nothing, he couldn't help but see a mild sense of something akin to gloating, as if Terry was enthralled with the fact that he was better at fucking Marie than Jordan was. That happened to be true so Terry had every reason to gloat - or at least to feel great confidence as a result of his skill - but it did make Jordan feel just a bit small to be reminded of his sexual shortcomings whenever he saw his boss.
"Are you ready for the pitch meeting?" Terry asked.
Jordan nodded. "Yes, Mr. Jacobs. I'm ready."
Terry clapped him on the shoulder, smiled, and then leaned in as a serious look came over his face. "This is your chance to really prove yourself, Jordan. Most of the other partners will be in that meeting. Do a good job and you'll really give yourself a leg up."
"I'll nail it, Mr. Jacobs," he said.
Terry poured himself a cup of coffee, stirred in just a touch of cream, and took a sip. "I expect that you will." He smiled, walked away, and turned back just before stepping out of the break room. "Oh, and make sure to give Marie my best regards when you get home tonight."
The smile that followed was absolutely meant to remind Jordan that his boss had enjoyed the pleasures of Marie's mouth and pussy multiple times in the past two weeks. It was likely also meant to remind Jordan that Marie had found relentless satisfaction in those same interactions.
Terry walked out of the break room and Jordan leaned against the counter, took a deep breath, and finished making his coffee before heading back to his desk. He pulled out everything related to that morning's pitch and poured over it once more.
Mostly, though, Jordan found his mind drifting. He thought of how Terry had come by the house and picked Marie up without her offering any hint as to where they were going. As it turned out, Terry wanted a blowjob and Marie was more than happy to suck him off in his car while he drove around town. She came back half an hour after leaving and offered Jordan a deep kiss that was unquestionably flavored with his boss's cum. If Jordan thought hard, he could still recall the taste of that kiss, a memory that brought with it an undeniable sense of arousal.
A knock on his door startled Jordan out of his memory. He looked up to see a coworker - and a fellow competitor for the partnership - standing there with an urgent look on his face.
"You ready, man?" he asked.
Jordan nodded. "Yeah. I'll be right there."
This was the moment. Yes, Marie was probably helping Jordan on his quest to be a partner, but if he blew this, he wouldn't stand a chance, no matter how many times his wife fucked his boss. Jordan stood, took a deep breath, grabbed his materials, and headed for the conference room.
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The meeting had long since ended. The day, in fact, was nearly over. Jordan hadn't heard anything from the higher-ups at the firm, but as far as he was concerned the pitch had gone exceptionally well. His part of it, at least.
Six o'clock rolled around and Jordan still hadn't heard anything. Everyone else was leaving, though, so he packed up his things and headed for the elevators.
"Jordan, I'm glad I caught you," Mimi - who was Terry's longtime assistant - said as she hurried towards him. "Mr. Jacobs would like to see you in his office."
Jordan tried to read her face to tell if it was good or bad news that Terry had to share with him, but Mimi gave up nothing. Instead, she stepped into the elevator as it opened and pushed a button. She didn't even look at him as the doors closed, which filled Jordan with a sense of dread.
He slung his bag over his shoulder, took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves as he pressed the up button on the elevator to head to the next floor where all the partners had offices.
Terry's office was far and away the largest and it also happened to be the most private as it was situated at the end of a fairly lengthy hallway. The blinds were drawn so Jordan raised his hand, paused for a moment to try once more to calm his nerves, and knocked on the door.
There was a brief pause before Terry called, out, "Come in."
Jordan stepped into the spacious office with impressive floor-to-ceiling glass windows on two sides and shut the door behind him. At first glance, Terry looked exceptionally happy behind his desk. Relaxed, even.
"Jordan, come in," he said.
As Jordan approached, Terry leaned back, rested his hands on the arms of his dark leather chair, and closed his eyes. He let out a moan that stopped Jordan in his tracks. He recognized that moan from the boat.
"Mr. Jacobs...am I interrupting something?" Jordan asked.
Terry opened his eyes, smiled at Jordan, and then reached under his desk for a moment before slowly rolling his chair back. His cock - which was stiff and slick with spit - came into view almost immediately. A moment later, someone crawled out from under his desk and quickly attached her mouth to Terry's cock once more.
Jordan recognized his beautiful wife. He recognized the pretty blue sundress she was wearing. He recognized her soft, perfect, beautiful blonde hair. He even recognized the way she moaned while Terry's cock stretched her lips.
"Marie texted to see how you'd done today," Terry explained. "I told her you knocked it out of the park. She said she wanted to come by to take you out to dinner to celebrate your success, Jordan. Isn't that nice of her?"
Terry's hand rested on the back of Marie's head as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. To Jordan's ears the sounds of the blowjob had gotten noticeably louder, a fact that made it all the more arousing to stand there as his wife offered oral pleasure to another man.
"To be honest, she was just going to meet you in the lobby," Terry said. "I'm the one that convinced her to come to my office. I'm not ashamed to admit that I had to have her, Jordan. I had to fuck your beautiful wife."
Terry's cock left Marie's mouth with an audible pop before she looked over her shoulder, smiled at Jordan, and asked, "You don't mind that I feel the same way, do you baby? You don't mind that I had to have Terry, that I had to have his beautiful cock in my mouth, that I had to have him in my tight pussy?"
Jordan shook his head. He didn't mind. They both knew he didn't mind. It was still embarrassing to admit that in front of Terry, but there was no point in denying it.
Marie turned to Terry, kissed the plump head of his cock, and said, "See? I told you he wouldn't mind. He likes that you fuck me so good. He likes that you make me cum so hard. I think the thing he likes most of all, though, is that I want you so badly, that I want you more than I want him."
Terry leaned down and shared a deep kiss with Marie. His hand slipped into the top of her sundress and she moaned as he played with her tits in a manner that struck Jordan as rather aggressive. That was one of the things Marie liked about Terry, though. He was a man that both knew how to take charge and got off on it.
Marie took Terry's cock in her mouth once more and sucked with great vigor for a short spell before pulling off, standing, and coming around the desk and towards Jordan. She stepped into his arms and kissed him with the lips and tongue that had just been working his boss's dick. For his part, Jordan welcomed that tongue into his mouth and sucked on it with the full knowledge that he was, in a small way, tasting another man's dick.
"Will you help me out of my dress?" Marie asked.
She slowly spun around and pushed her ass into Jordan's crotch as he unzipped her sundress and pushed the straps off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor, revealing Marie's flawless naked body - she'd clearly decided against wearing underwear of any kind - and putting a smile on Terry's face.
"God damn you look good," Terry said.
Marie leaned against Jordan and grasped her tits. The scent of her perfume filled his nose as she reached between her legs and played with what sounded like her exceedingly wet pussy.
"You make me wet," she replied. "Sucking your cock made me wet. Feeling your hands in my hair made me wet. Tasting your precum made me wet." She looked over her shoulder, smiled at Jordan, and then turned back to his boss and added, "The idea of getting fucked by my husband's boss makes me wet, too, especially knowing that Jordan is going to stand there and watch."
Marie stepped away from Jordan, sauntered towards Terry, and hopped on his desk. She spread her legs and Terry stared between them and smiled, no doubt at the sight of her eager, wet pussy.
"I have to admit, Jordan," Terry began, "I like fucking your wife in front of you. I've fucked other men's wives before, but it's hotter with you watching. There's just something about knowing that you're witnessing the satisfaction that I give her, the satisfaction that you can't give her."
"He can't even come close," Marie said.
Terry stood, approached the desk, and slipped his cock into her pussy, eliciting a beautiful moan from Marie as he looked at Jordan. "It makes it better, Jordan. Fucking your wife would be thrilling no matter how it happened, but it's better with you watching. It was better on the boat and it's better right here, right now."
He leaned down and kissed Marie as she wrapped her legs around him. He filled her with slow, deep thrusts as their tongues mingled and she moaned into his mouth.
"Harder," Marie urged him. "Fuck me harder, Terry. Fuck my married pussy harder."
Terry smiled at that and looked at Jordan. He held his gaze while fucking Marie harder. She leaned back and closed her eyes, giving Jordan a beautiful view of her face and her perky tits as they bounced with every vigorous thrust into her pussy.
Terry grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it hard. Marie's lips parted and a long, low, beautiful moan followed. Terry released her flesh and pressed his thumb against her lower lip. Marie took it in her mouth and sucked vigorously while their eyes met. She seemed so lost in her pleasure and so eager to give Terry exactly what he wanted.
Soon, Marie's moans got louder and more desperate. Terry fucked her harder and faster and he brought about an orgasm that had Marie grasping the edge of his desk as her thighs trembled and a long, low rumble of moans escaped her lips and filled the office.
Terry leaned down and softly kissed her neck as Marie smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. She wrapped her legs around him and said, "You fucked me so good, Terry. I came so fucking hard."
He leaned back, met her smile with one of his own, and pulled out of her pussy. Marie studied him for a few seconds and then slid off the desk, slowly spun around, and bent over.
"Come closer," she said to Jordan.
He approached the desk and she reached out. Jordan took his wife's hand and leaned over at her urging.
"Do you want your boss to cum inside me?" she asked softly.
Jordan's cock throbbed as he nodded. "Yes. I want him to cum inside you."
Marie's lips parted and she moaned. Jordan looked past his wife to see that Terry had slipped his cock into her pussy from behind. He grasped her hips, looked right at Jordan, and began fucking her.
"Kiss me, baby," Marie said. "Kiss me while he fucks me. Kiss me while he cums inside me, while he cums inside your wife."
Jordan couldn't resist. He kissed his wife while Terry fucked her. Her lips were warm and soft. Her moans were irresistible. Her tongue mingled with his and she moved it in wondrous ways, deepening his desire in the process.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Terry cried out.
His thrusts were fast and furious for a few moments longer and then he unleashed a series of grunts and groans while Marie moaned into Jordan's mouth. She grasped his tongue between her lips and sucked on it, keeping him connected with her while another man emptied himself into her pussy.
Eventually, Terry pulled out and dropped into his chair. Jordan leaned back just a little and saw the joy on his wife's face. He hoped at least part of that joy was thanks to his willingness to play along, though he suspected that a far more significant part of it was that she'd just gotten fucked exceptionally well and had brought great pleasure to the man that had given her a world class orgasm.
Marie reached back and slipped two fingers into her pussy. "He made a mess inside me," she said. "I can feel it. It's hot and wet." The wet, sloppy sound of penetration filled the air and she smiled. "Fuck, having his cum inside me is such a turn on."
Marie pulled her fingers out and showed Jordan the slick cum that coated them. Then, she took those fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean as Jordan watched with an awed look on his face.
"Would you kiss me now?" she asked before offering a flirty smile.
Jordan saw his boss smile at him. He wanted to kiss her. It was embarrassing to do so in front of Terry, but he wanted to kiss her. So he did. Jordan leaned across the desk and kissed his wife. The faint taste of Terry's cum danced on Jordan's tongue and it delighted him. Again his cock throbbed as arousal surged through his body.
"We still have to celebrate," Marie said as she caressed Jordan's face. "You did a good job today, after all, and you're well on the way to securing a partnership at this firm. Would you like to take me out to dinner, or should we just go home so you can enjoy my messy pussy?"
"Let's go home," Jordan answered without a moment's hesitation.
Marie smiled. "Hand me my dress."
Jordan retrieved his wife's dress as she stood, turned around, and gave Terry a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for satisfying me. I hope we get to do this again, and sometime soon."
"We will," Terry replied.
Marie pulled on her dress and Jordan zipped it up from behind. She waved goodbye to Terry, took her husband's hand and walked out of the office with him. Jordan pressed the button for the elevator and then Marie pulled him into her arms for a kiss that lingered until the doors opened.
They stepped into the elevator. The doors shut and the car lurched to life right as Marie reached down, lifted the bottom of her dress, and scooped a thick dollop of cum off her thigh.
"He's leaking out of me," she said.
Jordan stared at the thick semen resting on his wife's finger and he felt a decidedly thrilling tingle between his legs.
"You can lick it off my finger if you want," Marie said with a smile. "I think I'd enjoy seeing that, in fact."
Jordan leaned forward and took his wife's finger in his mouth. He sucked the cum off of it as the elevator rushed towards the bottom floor. The taste of his boss's seed danced on his tongue as Jordan closed his eyes and let a wave of intense, full body arousal wash over him.
"Fuck," Marie said softly. "That's really sexy. Good thing there's a lot more where that came from. I'll be feeding you his cum the whole ride home."
She pulled her finger from his mouth as the elevator doors opened. Jordan moved his bag over his crotch - an odd way to carry it, but a necessity to hide his erection - and they headed for his car as he thought about the thrill of the ride home and the fun they were going to have as soon as they got to the house.
As it turned out, it had been a very good day and it seemed like Jordan's future was suddenly a lot brighter.
