Cheating With His Boss

 

Copyright © 2015, 2016 Malicia Paine

 

 

Ten minutes later, I was outside Kent's building, and buzzing up.

That's when I saw him again, through the glass doors at the entrance to the building. He came toward me and opened the door.

He was a marvel on the eyes. I hadn't seen him in a few years, but you wouldn't know it to look at him. He hadn't aged at all, it seemed, save perhaps a little graying at the temples, but even that might have been a trick of the light. He certainly hadn't gained the paunch that most men seem to acquire at his age, especially when they can afford to spoil themselves. He smiled at me warmly. It was a smile that reached the eyes-those pale blue eyes that I remembered so fondly.

"Hello Jill," he said with a police nod.

"Hi Kent," I said.

"Come on in," he said.

I entered and we rode up together in the elevator.

"How long has it been?" he said.

"You mean since we last saw each other?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"The Christmas party two years ago?" I essayed a little vaguely.

"No, I seem to recall you were at the Make a Wish fundraiser last summer."

"Oh, right." I said. "Good memory."

"Well you um, you stood out."

What was that supposed to mean? I tried to remember what I'd been wearing at the time. Some summer dress I imagined. Probably something I hadn't put much thought into at the time.

The elevator opened, and we moved through the cubicles towards his office at the back. When we stepped into his office, he closed the door.

I looked back and at the door and gave him a quizzical look. Were there other people still here?

"Sorry, force of habit," he said. "I can leave it open if-"

"No, I like it closed, actually," I said. "I don't really like the dark office in the background. Feels like Big Brother is watching us," I said. I think I was trying to be funny. But really, I was just very nervous.

"Really?" he said with a smile. "I feel the same way. Can I take your coat?"

"Yes. Thanks," I said.

I opened my coat and turned around. I let him take it off me, and then hang it on the coat hook by the door. Then he turned back and looked at me in the little cocktail dress. He looked a little taken by surprise.

"Is something wrong?" I said.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Just...wow. You look stunning."

I blushed a little.

"Thank you," I said softly.

Then he kept looking at me, smiling.

"Are you staring at me, Mister Masterson?"

He looked up from my cleavage to my eyes. He smiled broadly.

"You didn't really come for the e-mails, did you?"

"I couldn't give a flying fuck about the emails to be honest," I said demurely.

"Well...I do appreciate your candor," he said.

He put his hands in the pockets of his suit, and then gave me a sideways glance.

"So tell me, Jill Jacobs. What are you doing here?"

I shrugged.

"Okay," he said with a smile. "We can play it that way. I notice that you're wearing the exact same cocktail dress you were wearing when we first met at the launch ten years ago."

"So you do remember," I said.

"How could I forget? After all, I did get to dance with the prettiest girl there."

So we did dance. Why couldn't I remember that? It was a bit maddening. I didn't want to say that, though. After all, things seemed to be going well.

"Do you remember what was playing?" I asked.

"Of course," he smiled.

Then he walked to his computer.

"What are you doing?"

"One moment," he said.

He took the mouse and clicked on something, and then quickly typed something in, and then clicked on something.

Then we exchanged a glance. He smiled at me. I gave him another quizzical look.

Then the music started, and then I got an eerie sense of déja vu.

It was Chris de Burgh's Lady in Red. And it was the weirdest feeling hearing it, because I realized suddenly that when I'd been in the shower this morning, I'd been humming it.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, and then offered up his hand.

I took his hand, feeling almost weightless all of a sudden, and then he put his other hand on my waist, putting a tingle through my whole body. I put my hand on his shoulder, and we slow danced. And then I realized, all at once, that I really did remember it. It wasn't just a dream. It was a memory. It was just buried so deeply in my subconscious that I guess I could only remember it by dreaming.

"I can't believe you still remember this," I said.

"Well, like I said. How could I forget dancing with the prettiest girl there?"

"I bet you use that line on all the girls," I said.

"All the girls I dance with exactly ten years later? How good do you think my memory is exactly?"

Okay, okay. Maybe it really was a special memory. That was good; I could use that, right? After all it took away half the work of having to seduce Kent. But then again, suddenly I was feeling a little guilty. Because if he really did like me, like in a special way, then...then wasn't I kind of a monster to just be using him for revenge on my husband? Then again, maybe Kent wouldn't mind...

"Okay, okay. But maybe your memory is a bit skewed," I said.

"I remember thinking I'd never seen a more beautiful girl. And I couldn't believe I was getting to dance with you."

"Of course I was ten years younger then," I said. "When I still had the magic glow of youth."

"I think you're even more beautiful now, actually" he said. "You know, even then I wanted to steal you away from Lyle. But now... even more so."

Suddenly, I had the urge to cry. It was just so sweet. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't just start crying. That would ruin everything. I had to do something. So I kissed him.

Before we knew it, we were both furiously kissing one another, as though stopping would suffocate us.

Then I started to get very wet again. I just wanted him to take me. I began panting heavily.

Kent pulled me in close, and for the first time, I felt his rock hard cock up against me. My god, he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him!

"Wait," I said, putting two hands to his chest to hold him back.

He stopped and looked at me bewildered.

"What is it?" he said.

"I...I don't know if this is right?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, as though he were trying to understand.

"I thought this was your plan," he said.

"It was, but...Kent...I just wanted to get even with Lyle. I didn't...I didn't realize you had a thing for me."

"Oh, I see," he said. "And you think by using me for revenge...what? That you'll hurt my precious feelings?"

"Something like that, yes."

He smiled. "Why did you choose me for this, Jill?"

"What do you mean? You're his boss," I said.

"You could get even in any of a dozen other ways," he said. "But you chose to come here, dressed like this. Lyle isn't here. He's not going to see us. I'm not even entirely sure he's ever going to know."

I looked at him confused.

"I..."

"Why are you here, Jill?"

"I..."

He came a little closer, and brushed my hair form my face.

"I think we had a connection. Even back then. Ten years ago. I think that's why you're here. I think you're here with me because this is where you want to be."

"And what if you're wrong?" I said.

"I'm not wrong," he said, coming a little closer, our lips almost touching.

"But what if you are?"

"Then I'd be perfectly happy to help you get revenge however you like."

I kissed him again, and we kissed furiously. Before I knew it, my pussy was an ocean of wetness again. I wanted Kent so badly now.

"Wait," I said.

He drew back again, and looked at me a little impatiently, adjusting his cock in his pants.

"Oh god, you're killing me, Jill," he said, but not without humor.

I cracked a smile. Then I bit my lip.

"Sorry," I said softly. "Killing you is the last thing I want to do. I just...need to know. Is there a Missus Masterson?"

"It's a matter of public record that I'm a notorious playboy bachelor, isn't it?"

I smiled.

"I don't read the tabloids," I said.

"No, there isn't a Missus Masterson, nor will there likely ever be," he said.

"Oh," I said. "Good. I'm sorry. I just..."

"You don't want to make another woman feel the way Lyle's cheating has made you feel."

I was impressed by his insight.

"Yes," I said. "Exactly."

And then I smiled at him. I really wanted him now. He was right. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but maybe I didn't have to. There really was a connection here. He could read me so easily it seemed. It was such a strange experience. So completely different from my interactions with Lyle, who was so clueless. Case and point, I could kick him in the nuts, and he still wouldn't know why.

I moved slowly towards Kent, and then bit my lip.

He pulled me into his strong arms and kissed me soundly on the mouth. In mere moments, our tongues were dancing around another like ponies on a carousel.

Then Kent picked me up and I let out a squee as he plunked me down on his desk.

Then he kissed me again, starting on my lips. Then he kissed me on my cheek, and then down the side of my neck. All the while, his hands gently caressed me up and down my sides.

I was so terribly wet and eager down below. I started taking heavy breaths. Why was I getting so excited? He'd barely touched me yet!

"Oh, Kent," I moaned.

"Mmm, Jill," he whispered. "You taste wonderful. You smell wonderful."

"I want to use you, Kent," I said, driven wild by the feel of his mouth all over me.

"I'll do anything you want," he said. "Anything you need. Just tell me and it's yours."

"I want you, Kent."

"How?"

"I don't know," I moaned.

"Of course you do. Everyone knows what they want. You're just shy because you don't think you deserve what you want," he said. "Lyle did this to you, didn't he?"

"Lyle didn't...what?" I asked, breathing heavily, unable to think straight.

"All those times Lyle pushed you away. Anything he told you he wouldn't do. Anything that made you feel ashamed. Tell me."

The truth was, there were a number of things I could think of. But I couldn't tell Kent, could I? Not right now. He'd think I was weird.

"It's not that simple," I said. "I know what men want. They all want a pliable girl who will get on her hands and knees and do whatever they want. But I'm not..."

"You're not hardwired that way. I know. You're strong and fierce and independent. You know what you want. It's what I've always admired about you."

"Oh god, Kent," I moaned, as he began to caress both of my inner thighs with his strong hands.

"I want you to think of me as your servant. I'll do anything you want. All you have to do is trust me, and tell me."

"You'll think I'm weird," I said.

"I like weird," he said. "Try me."

"Take of your shirt," I ordered.

As quick as a cat, he immediately removed his jacket and tie, and then unbuttoned his shirt. Then he took off his shirt, and piled it on top of his jacket and tie next to me.

"Now what?" he smiled.

I looked at him. He was incredibly buff for a 38-year old Wall Street guy. He must put in some serious hours at the gym. Every muscle seemed perfectly sculpted, almost like he'd been chiseled out of marble. He was gorgeous! Such a fine specimen...He could probably have any woman he wants.

"Oh my god you're so fucking hot," I said.

"I feel the same way about you," he said, and then kissed me on the lips.

We kissed some more, while his hands explored my body, and mine explored his exquisite pectoral muscles. I just wanted to push him to the ground and jump him. I wanted to ride him like a wild stallion.

"What do you want?" he whispered.

"You promise you won't judge me?"

"I promise."

"And you can say no if it makes you uncomfortable."

He smiled.

"I know that," he said. "I'm a big boy, Jill."

"You certainly are," I said, biting my lip and looking at the massive bulge in the front of his trousers. He must be packing some serious heat down there!

He kissed me again.

"What can I do for you?" he said.

I considered this.

Do I dare bring up my weird desires now? After all, things are going so well. If I just ask him to fuck me, I'm sure he will. But that isn't exactly what I want. What I want is...

"Hand me your tie," I said, trying to stay calm, but getting wetter just think about what I really want.

He reached over and pulled his tie out from under his shirt. Then he placed it in my hands, and closed my hands over them.

"Now what?" he said.

"I want to tie your hands behind your back with it," I said, and then winced and braced myself for him to laugh at me. Or to tell me no. "Is that okay?"

He simply smiled and looked bemused.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

He turned around, showing me his impressively muscular back, and then he crossed his wrists behind him.

"You're sure you trust me?" I said.

He turned and smiled.

"I wouldn't have let you in here if I didn't trust you," he said.

I undid the knot of his tie, and then I started to tie his wrists together as tightly as I could. I didn't want him getting away now.

"Okay," I said when I was finished. "Turn around."

He turned, and before me I saw a beautiful man of Samsonesque proportions. And he was all mine to play with! My pussy was completely gushing now. I was probably leaving a smudge on his desk through my panties, I realized.

I gently traced my hands along his pecs and his sixpack abs.

"How is that?" I said.

"It's tight," he said.

"Too tight?"

"No," he said. "It's all right."

I smiled.

"Think you can get free?" I said with a mischievous grin.

He strained against it for a bit, looking thoughtful.

"Nope," he said.

"Good," I smiled.

"Don't tell me you were afraid to ask if you could do this."

"I was, actually."

"Why?"

"Lyle never wanted to. He said it was weird. I don't think he ever trusted me."

"Well that's a shame," he said. "Because I sure trust you."

"I know," I said, playing with his muscles.

"What are you going to do with me now that you've got me tied-up?"

I slipped the straps down my cocktail dress, and let it slip down to my waist...