Chapter 1
April's POV
April, I'm sorry. I'm in love with someone else. I really want us to still be friends but I can't lie to you anymore...
A text. That chicken shit Carter dumped me with a text. After six goddamned months together. I wasn't sure what I felt more-sad or pissed off.
"Bastard!" I screamed as I threw it across my office. It hit the wall with a thud and broke apart and I realized how stupid I'd been. I was a professional, I couldn't just go throwing things and screaming. Not if I wanted to keep my job.
I tried my best to hold back the heaving sobs that were fighting their way to the surface and got down to the floor on my hands and knees to gather the pieces of my shattered phone.
"April?" my boss asked from my doorway. "Is everything alright?" Goosebumps formed all over my arms and I felt a surge of adrenaline flow through my body as I realized he must have heard my outburst.
"Oh, yes, sir" I said, quickly standing to my feet. "I'm sorry. I just...dropped my phone."
"Mmm-hmm" he said. "And it hit the wall, did it?"
Shit. He knew. I couldn't talk my way out of this one. I was lucky enough to land a six figure insurance sales job in my mid-twenties and now I had blown it by throwing a hissy fit over a stupid guy. "I'm sorry" I said and it came out like a panicked whisper.
"Sorry for what? For throwing your phone?"
"It won't happen again."
"Well, I should hope not" he laughed. "I know we pay you well here, but I still don't think that regularly smashing perfectly good smart phones is the best financial choice you could make."
"You're not angry?" I asked.
"Don't get me wrong" he said. "It's not a pattern I'd like you to repeat, but there weren't any clients in the office. In fact, all of our employees have gone home for the weekend except for you and I so, no harm done. Just don't do it again."
"I won't, sir" I said shaking my head vehemently.
He looked at me-really looked right into my eyes and smiled. He had big, blue eyes and a little scruff on his face. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed that he was kind of hot, but there was something different in the air this time. "Is everything alright, April?" he asked. "This just seems out of character for you."
"It's only personal stuff" I said. "Work is going great."
"Well you're certainly doing a great job" he said. "I've been in this position for years and I've never seen numbers as high as yours."
"Really?" I asked. "That's so great to hear!"
"I'm just a little concerned, that you might be overworking yourself. That your stress might have contributed to that little outburst you just had-"
"Oh no, that's not it at all" I said. "I like to work, really. I'm not stressed at all. It's just that my boyfriend dumped me and I guess I had a bad reaction."
He nodded and stepped closer to me. "You mentioned before that your family lives in New York, do you see them much?"
Where the hell did that come from? "Um, no. Not really. I haven't been back home since Easter."
"Damn" he said. "This might be horribly unprofessional of me, but I can remember being in your position. You're new in town, away from your family, and now you're going through a breakup... Why don't you have dinner at my house tonight? My wife is making chicken alfredo and I just know that she'd love it if you joined us. Fussing over guests is her favorite pastime."
I took a deep breath. This might be a terrible idea. Spending hours with my boss and his wife. What if I said the wrong thing? I'd have to be on my toes the whole time. But I hadn't really met anyone in Virginia outside of work...except for Carter, and it had been a long time since I'd had a home cooked meal, plus for some reason I really didn't want to be alone that night. "I'd love to" I said, before really thinking it through.
"Great" he smiled and every one of his movie star white teeth showed. He leaned passed me to grab a post-it note and I smelled his cologne. It reminded me of the cologne the first boy who ever fucked me wore and the thought made a blush creep up my chest.
"This is our address" he said. "Meet you there?"
"Yeah." I said breathlessly. "Yeah, I'll see you there."
Chapter 2
Jason's POV
I could hardly believe it when April told me her boyfriend had dumped her. What a fucking idiot. I'd practically had a hard-on for the girl since the moment she walked into the office for her interview in a tight red blouse that I could see her nipples through and a skirt that hugged all of her curves. I'd never admit it, but that was the reason she got hired over other candidates that were more qualified. That, and the certain spark she had that I thought would make her a great saleswoman.
I wasn't wrong. She was great at her job. And damn, if that didn't turn me on more. The girl was smart and knew exactly how to get what she wanted. We were similar that way. Because what I wanted was her between my sheets and it seemed like I was well on the way to making that happen.
"Siri, call Emily" I said to the phone laying on my dashboard. It rang once before she picked it up.
"You were supposed to be home ten minutes ago" she said. "You better have a good reason for being late."
"I have the best reason" I said with a shit-eating grin on my face I wish she could have seen.
"Oh?"
"I scored us a twenty-four year old brunette with the hottest tits I've ever seen in my life and the second hottest ass." Emily knew that her ass was my favorite quality of hers, as I let her know that often. In fact, it was her ass that first drew me to her when we met Freshman year of college. On a whim I asked her out and we've been together every day since.
Luckily Emily is bi-sexual (another one of her qualities I love) and she loves threesomes just as much as I do. We've had dozens of girls in our bed over the years, but I'd never been quite as pumped up to fuck a girl as I was on that night.
Picturing April's face as I plowed my dick into her tight little pussy over and over and over again, or watching Emily fuck her with one of our strap-on dildos was making me hard. I knew I had to stop thinking like I was or I'd come in my pants.
"Is she a sure thing?" Emily asked, and I could tell her interest was peaked.
"No. She's definitely coming over, but I don't think she has any idea that I want us to fuck. We do have to be a little careful with how we present that to her because she is an employee."
"Damn it, Jason!" Emily said. "We can't fuck one of your employees that's a lawsuit and a scandal just waiting to happen."
"Em," I said. "She's worth the risk. Trust me. You'll be super into her too, I can tell. She's this super submissive little thing. She actually calls me, 'sir.'"
"Do we know if she even likes women?" Emily asked. "Because I'm not just going to let you fuck the girl without-"
"I would never do that to you, Emily" I interrupted. "Either both of us will fuck April or neither of us will."
"Okay" Emily sighed. "She can come to dinner."
"Great, because she's right behind me" I said, checking my rearview mirror. Sure enough, April was there, reapplying her lip gloss. As I hung up with my wife I couldn't help but imagine those lips wrapped around me, leaving trails of that pink, sticky gloss all up and down my dick.
Chapter 3
Emily's POV
I could tell Jason had it bad. It was a good thing I didn't get jealous because if anything would drive me to it, it was his reaction to this fucking girl. I could tell he didn't just want to have sex with her. He had a crush. I was curious to see what the big deal was with her was.
I heard the front door open followed by Jason's voice down in the foyer. A woman giggled in response to something he'd said and I knew it had to be April. The girl actually fucking giggled and yeah, it was kind of hot in a girl-next-door kind of way. I unbuttoned the top button to my blouse and pulled my hair free from the pony tail I'd had it in. If I'd known to expect a 24 year old brunette my husband wanted us to seduce I would have spent a few minutes with my hair straightener beforehand, but it was what it was.
"And this is my beautiful wife Emily" Jason said gesturing to me as the girl walked behind him into the kitchen.
Jason wasn't kidding. The girl was hot. She had legs up to her fucking neck. I could picture them wrapped around me as I licked and sucked at her into orgasmic pleasure.
"Why hello April" I said and reached out my hand. "I've heard so much about you."
"You have?" she asked, visibly taken aback.
"I've been bragging about your sales numbers" Jason said. "I wasn't putting you on, they're impressive. You have a talent."
She blushed, and I wondered if the crush my husband had on her was a mutual feeling.
"Have a seat" I said. "I'm just going to nuke our plates. Dinner has gotten a little cold. I didn't time it well."
"It's my fault" Jason said. "I was running late-"
"I hope I didn't make you even later" April said.
"No, not at all."
"Besides, it's no trouble" I added. "I'm a pro at all things culinary- even microwaving."
"Okay" she nodded. "Good." She was a nervous little thing. Terrified of upsetting the apple cart. That was good, I thought. That, we could use to our advantage.
After I put out all of our plates and wine glasses and sat down Jason turned to me. "Emily, April is from New York."
"Is that so?" I said. "The city or the state?"
"Both...kinda" she smiled. "I'm from Queens."
"Oh, did you like growing up around all of that hustle and bustle?"
"Kind of, butI like the pace of this town a lot better. And it's so beautiful here."
"It is" I agreed. "Small towns are nice too. You really get a chance to know people, to get close to them."
"I'll say. I mean, how many people get invited to their boss's house for dinner!"
"Well, you're welcome anytime" I said. "In fact, it's so dark out and I heard there's supposed to be rain tonight. If it's easier for you, you could even stay the night if you wanted to."
Jason shot me a look across the table that said I was moving too fast, pushing too hard, but I didn't give a shit. If we were going to try to fuck this girl, we might as well actually try. There was no sense in pussyfooting around.
