Chapter 2
Candy
It was noon on Wednesday when my boss and CEO called me into his office. “Close the door and lock it,” he instructed. When I turned to face him, I knew exactly what he was wanting.
“You have no idea how fucking much you excite me,” Barry told me as he stood up to approach me. After a long torrid kiss, he unfastened his pants and dropped them below his knees. Instantly, I was on my knees sucking him off.
To look at Barry, you would never imagine that he is an absolute god sexually. With his funky beard, you would probably think he was one of those Amish men from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
Besides having a horse cock, Barry looks a lot younger than his 47 years of age. He could easily pass for his mid-30’s. I am pleased that he wanted me for a lunch break today.
When I climb onto the couch on my knees, Barry grabs my spiked heels like handles and shoves his massive cock deep into my belly. His cock is so big that each time he thrusts into me, my belly bulges with his cock buried so deep.
“One of these days I am going to fuck that sweet married ass of yours,” Barry grunts while he rams into me savagely over and over. “I would suggest that you do some practice with your husband to get you ready for that,” he rasps.
My entire body is electrified with a tsunami of an orgasm as I feel Barry spewing his jizz deep in to my womb. I loved Jack dearly but I do not want to ever give up this wonderful cock.
As always, Barry gives me $500 to “buy myself something special.” Many people would consider me a whore. But I just think of myself as a spoiled mistress.
When I come back from my late lunch at the diner on the corner, I see some eyes furrowed as I make my way to my desk. I’m sure there will be some rumors about me by the end of the day. So what? Not one of these hags get the special treatment that I get.
I love the squishiness in my panties as the afternoon passes by. Yes, that is Barry’s jizz oozing out of my sex. After I take a shower tonight, I will have Jack eat my pussy knowing that some of Barry’s cum will still be inside of me.
Jack
Candy is surprisingly upbeat when she gets home on Wednesday evening.
More than that, she is earlier than normal.
Although she works 9 to 5, she rarely gets home before 6:30pm.
Sometimes as late as 7:30. There have been a few times when she got home around 9pm telling me that she had a business dinner she had to attend with her CEO boss.
It seems that I have had to make concessions to her CEO boss a lot over this past year. Late business dinners. Two week long trips to New York that he insisted on having Candy with him. Arriving home late Sunday when the business was finished on Friday.
When I questioned why they did not come home on Friday evening, Candy became aggressively defensive shouting at me that she would not stand for any accusations of wrong doing. That just convinced that there might be some wrong doing going on with them.
Like last night, Candy bathed and then wore a see thru nighty while she cooked our dinner. “Oh my gawd, two nights in a row,” I razzed her. “Be careful, I could always change into my flannel sleepwear,” she answered.
Last night Candy begged me to eat her pussy before we fucked.
For some reason, her pussy smelled different and almost tasted bleachy when I ate her out.
Candy had a smug shit eating grin on her face the entire time I ate her out.
She came so hard that her pussy drenched my face with a thick sticky fluid.
I did not fuck Candy last night. That sticky and smelly fluid that she sprayed all over my face turned my stomach and I totally lost any desire to fuck Candy. My dick was a limp noodle when I told her that I was no longer in the mood. The weird thing was that she seemed happy about that.
I had to take a hot shower to remove the taste and smell of her excretions. Her pussy tasted so tart and salty that it made me wonder why that was.
After a shower and a stiff tumbler of cognac, I pulled out my fold out bed from the couch in my den and went to sleep alone with no desire to be anywhere near my wife.