James scrunched up his forehead then tried to massage it with his hands, admitting to himself that he desperately needed a deep tissue massage and a good hard lay. He contemplated his wife's less than willing ideology toward sex as of late and wondered if maybe she just needed the same things he did to get her back to the hot, compliant, little thing she used to be. His head rolled back to rest on his chair and he sighed, knowing he needed to get back to work. He sat up straight and stared at the computer in front of him, completely convinced that if he had to call another client right now, he simply wouldn't make it. Why he had ever taken this job in the first place was beyond him. A noise startled him back to the present.
"Mr. Cunningham? A woman here to see you."
What? There's no way Denise was here. He straightened his tie eagerly. The last time she'd visited him at work he'd gotten an in-office blow job. His dick twitched at the thought. She had crawled into the space between his legs under his desk and had only just started when his boss had walked in. He was terrified he was about to get caught, but she had pulled him into her mouth even more eagerly than before knowing the risk and had sucked him off the best she ever had as he sat across from his boss and was forced to engage in polite office dialogue. It had been the best; most erotic thing Denise had ever done for him. A little bit of action right now would go a long way. He pressed the button of his intercom down and responded. "Let her in, and bring some champagne to the office."
"Right away Mr. Cunningham."
James' blood was already pumping. He forced his breathing to slow, not wanted his wife to see just how desperate he was right now. He was still the man, still in charge, and he needed to look a lot more in control than he did right now. He steeled himself and stood to look out the window. When he heard the door open, he turned with a coy smirk playing on his chiseled face. The smirk was immediately replaced with a look of utter shock and she stared at the piece in front of him.
Her breasts were gorgeous. He knew he was married, but no one would blame a guy for looking and literal pieces of art. His eyes surveyed her outfit, mostly black, with a hint of color, and green was his favorite color. Everything, from her perfect hourglass form, to her implied sexuality with those hose was turning him on. Or was that from thinking about his wife? No. If he was honest, it was this porn worthy piece of ass standing directly in front of him. His eyes met hers and a new wave of shock surged through him.
