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Andre

S eeing my wife on her knees before me for the very first time, in my damn office, nearly stops my heart. It’s not a position I ever thought to see Stella in during this lifetime.

I didn’t let myself breathe or blink when she hurriedly undid my pants and tugged them down my hips.

This could all be a cruel joke, a tease like no other, where Stella pretends she’s going down on me, only to get up and laugh while leaving me aching. Or biting off the tip of my dick.

But a second later, her warm fingers are wrapped around my shaft, her lips parting to take me while she stares up at me with malice in her pretty eyes. Oh yeah, she’s still furious at me, at Victoria, at herself. Whoever she’s pissed at, it doesn’t stop her.

As soon as the first inches of my head pass those pretty lips, sliding over her wet tongue, a curse to the ceiling leaves my lips.

Like our kiss, there’s nothing gentle or sweet about this blowjob.

Stella is on a mission, it seems. One to make me explode as soon as possible.

Like she’s got something to prove, that nobody can suck me better. Her cheeks hollow with the constant fucking force of her suction. Her head bobs faster, taking as much as she can to the back of her throat, with her fingers stroking the rest of my length at the same time. Within seconds, I’m a panting mess, unable to remember my name, only hers.

“Fuck, Stella,” I groan. Sliding my fingers through her hair, I don’t dare guide her head but am content with her urgent pace. Her free hand cups my balls gently when five minutes ago I would’ve assumed she’d rather rip them off.

As if her fingers aren’t enough, she pulls her mouth off my shaft and moves it lower. Her fist works double-time as she sucks and rolls each of my balls around with her tongue.

“ Jesus Christ! ” I shout before forcing my eyes back down to my wife. Holding up my untucked shirt, I want to watch every second, since this probably won’t ever happen again.

I hold off on coming for a few seconds longer, wanting to draw this out as long as possible.

When her mouth returns to my cock, though, her first stroke has me dribbling precum. Tasting it, Stella’s eyes close. She hums and sucks harder with an eagerness I never would’ve expected from her.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I groan, eyes rolling back in my head. I lose all control. My fingers tighten in her dark hair as my hips pump out with my release barreling down my spine, making her take me deeper.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” I warn her in case she wants to pull off. That hum again has me gritting my teeth to hold off. “I’m coming!” I exclaim again when she takes me to the back of the throat. While I’m lodged there, her fingers reach around, nails imbedding in my ass as if she wants to shove me as deep as possible.

That’s where I finally let go, shuddering with pleasure so hard I can barely remain standing through it.

Oh, but fuck, I want to be inside of her, to claim her body the way she was claiming mine.

Once the last tremor leaves my body, I grab Stella’s shoulders and pull her back up to her feet. I try to turn us around so I can bend her over my desk, but she remains facing me, plopping her ass down on my desk and spreading her thighs wide as I step up between them to kiss her.

Groaning, I say against her lips, “God, I love tasting myself on your tongue.”

Stella moans her agreement. Her legs wrap around my waist and arms around my neck, pulling me closer, right where I want to be. Thanks to her sexy dress, my half-hard shaft bumps against the crotch of her damp panties while our tongues tangle. It doesn’t take much of that to get me rock hard again.

Sliding my palm up her thigh to let her know where I’m headed and give her time to stop me, I tug the crotch of her panties to the side. My finger slowly glides inside her.

“Feels like my wife liked sucking my huge dick.” I add a second finger to get her ready for me.

“Shut up,” she whispers against my lips. Before her words can do any real damage, she adds, “Shut up…and fuck me.”

“God, yes.”

Without any further delay, I yank her panties down her legs and off, then line myself up and slide home into her tight warmth.

It only takes a few deep strokes before she’s coming, shouting my name and telling the entire office who’s inside of her, who she belongs to, before I fill her with my release.

* * *

Stella

Shut up and fuck me?

It felt like I was momentarily, okay so half an hour or so, possessed by someone else. Someone who couldn’t get enough of Andre’s mouth, hands, or other body parts. Someone who screamed his name as I came on his cock with people working just outside his closed but not locked office door.

And it’s been over a decade since I went down on a guy.

My first year of college, I was known as the blowjob queen. I was a renowned slut, proud of it, too, just like Andre’s whore of an assistant.

But then my sluttiness caught up to me.

All this time, I thought I only had myself to blame. Thanks to lots of therapy this past year, I know others were to blame as well. It took months, but I finally stopped hating myself for the girl I used to be.

I much prefer the woman I am now — one men fear.

Well, at least most men know better than to try to touch me, all except for my husband who also has a way of turning me into a needy, begging puddle.

Ashamed is what I am, of letting my jealousy — and that’s exactly what it was — get the best of me.

My therapist and I will probably be dissecting what happened today for months. If I mention it when I reschedule today’s appointment…

Oh shit. That’s why I was angry!

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Andre says as he tucks in his shirt and zips his pants while still panting, leaving me on his desk. His cum drips down my thighs and onto whatever file I’m sitting on. “What was that, Stella?”

“That…that was your reward for firing that cunt.” I comb my fingers through my sex-tussled hair, even if it’s only slightly true. I didn’t like the thought of Andre with anyone, not the assistant or some woman he met at a bar five years ago. They can all go to hell.

“Well, thank you?” He makes it a question.

“If I see her here again, I’ll bite your balls off,” I warn him.

Andre chuckles, not sounding the least bit concerned about my teeth near his fragile male parts. “She’s gone, baby. I promise. I’ll tell security not to let her back in the building.”

“Good.”

“But now I have to start the whole damn process of finding a replacement,” he grumbles as he studies me like I’ve thoroughly blown his mind. “I’m thinking you might prefer if I have a male assistant?”

I shrug like it’s not a big deal. “The fact she was female wasn’t the problem.”

“It was that she made it so obvious she wanted to fuck me?” He helpfully supplies.

“Yes,” I grit out.

He nods as if he never doubted it while he fastens his belt buckle, then offers me my panties. “She never really wore appropriate office attire, but her hems lost several inches after we got engaged.”

Watching my sexy as hell husband dress himself with a smug grin on his handsome face…well, I guess I can’t blame her for wanting her hot, mafia attorney bossman.

No, I take that back. I definitely blame her, since he’s wearing a wedding band now, and she was still pining for him.

“Have you finally remembered why you showed up here in the first place?” He braces his hands on his hips as if preparing for an argument.

“When I’m ready for you to know, I’ll tell you.” To distract him further, I slip on my panties, then hop off the desk. I shimmy the thong up my legs, knowing Andre will watch, since my brain is still mostly mush thanks to his big dick.

“See you at home then?”

“See you at your apartment,” I amend, since it doesn’t feel like my home. Or at least I’m not ready to accept it’s my home now.