Hello everyone! This is my 1st attempt at Literotica, so please give tons of feedback. I strictly avoided sex in this scene (sorry), but hopefully I established Jamison's and Whitney's character well enough to develop my story line. Kim will have her own chapter later on. (These are not the main characters) Please critique!!! [Also, I'm looking for an editor] Thanks N.Y.T
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Jamison
Jamison Peterson's cock began to twitch with anticipation while he listened to the phone ringing on the other end. He had so many thoughts running through his head about what she would do to his body. He loved her sexually dominating nature. 'Maybe she'll me tie up, or spank me. Hell I'm game for both'! Jameson thought; he could barely contain his excitement at that point.
After about 12 seconds of steady ringing the person on the other end finally picked up the phone.
"Be ready in 10 minutes...I'll be waiting at my place", Jamison said in a low husky voice that he knew would make her cream her panties easily. Without waiting for a response, he hung up the phone and double checked the time on his Rolex.
'Perfect', he thought. It was about 5:30 in the afternoon and he knew that his wife would be off with her "girls" shopping or dinning for a few hours as she did every day. Honestly, not once had Jamison felt guilty for partaking in a perfidious affair. He simply didn't care! And, he knew the exact day when the distance between and his once beloved spouse, Whitney, began.
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2 years ago
"Why are you always like this? You never want to do anything...All you care about is making money and the company. I just want to spend time with my husband--- is that too much to ask?" Whiney questioned while pacing in front of Jamison who sat behind the large glass and dark wood desk of his home office, sipping on a glass of brandy and reading a possible contract to merge JP Software Incorporation with one of the most successful electronic companies in Tokyo, Japan.
"Damn it! You're not even listening to me!"
He could tell she was about to burst by the tone of her voice! Whitney stopped pacing and glared down at her husband. She quickly broke her husband out of his transfixion by snatching the glass of brandy straight out of his hand, and threw it along with its' contents on the floor.
"It's been a month Jamison...A F-U-C-K-I-N-G MONTH SINCE YOU'VE EVEN TOUCHED ME!"
He knew how much of a sexual appetite she possessed.
Jamison immediately looked up at his nagging spouse and could see the anger and hurt in her eyes as she began to fidget with her violet colored silk robe, but he didn't care to argue with her. Or listen! She knew how important his company was to him. Lately, he had simply been too tired to engage in any sexual activity. And, in order for him to get back to more satisfying things, like fucking his wife; he had to close this deal with Saitou Tech Industries.
'Why is she bitching anyway? All she does is sit around here and benefit off of my hard work', Jamison thought as his anger began to escalate to the pinnacle of no return. She just didn't understand. He was only trying to secure their way of life and give their sons the best.
Jamison reveled in the fact that he provided his family with the best things in life. Neither he nor Whitney were lucky enough to have been raised by wealthy parents. And, both had to work extremely hard to graduate college while maintaining a 3.5 GPA on academic scholarships. He knew all of the strenuous effort he put forth into to making millions of dollars as the CEO of the largest US technology companies was validated the moment his three sons Jamison II, Shelton, and Leonardo succeed in their chosen career paths. In order for Jamison to continue to provide for his family in the future, work at the moment was his top priority.
He sighed, grabbed the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes as if meditating.
After about two minutes of silence which was interrupted by the sound of Whitney pacing again, Jamison looked around his office searching for something to say. His gaze went from his agitated wife to the built-in book case on his right, and then the set multiple screens on his left. Jamison's eyes finally stopped scanning around when they found a particular portrait directly to the right of the office-entrance... It was a photo of his father.
Those cold blue eyes seemed to be burning a hole into him. Jamison could just hear him now. 'There is no substitute for hard work son'. It was Daniel Peterson's favorite saying. His father would always ride him about everything, and the fact that he was a lieutenant in the army didn't help. Daniel was so meticulous and demanding. Jamison never really figured out why until he was older. It was the very reason he became such a successful businessman. Granted, his father was not very family oriented, and took many of his frustrations out on him and his mother at times. Physically...But, he owed a lot to his father for giving him such valuable knowledge. Jamison would always hustle his way to bigger and better things, even if his wife had to suffer for awhile.
"Whit for the last time this negotiation is major for me and the company. I just don't have time right now, but I promise when I finish we'll do anything you want".
"Can you at least come to bed? Those contracts will be here in the morning"
Jamison watched as she seductively sauntered toward him swaying her hips. Even after twenty plus years of marriage, he still found his wife unbelievably captivating, and she managed all that by working out and eating healthy, just to look good for him. Not once did she have to rely on the modern medical procedures of the twenty-first century.
Whitney came down and sat in his lap with her back facing his chest and she began to grinded her hips slowly enjoying the feel of his growing erection. Jamison groaned deep in his throat and placed his hands on her hips to cease her actions.
"Mmmm... baby... you know I hate to being disturbed while I'm trying to concentrate on business matters."
"Multitask." Whitney whispered in his ear before her mouth descended to his sweet firm lips.
Jamison snaked one of his arms around her waist and devoured her mouth with dire urgency. He wanted to make her realize how bewildered he felt. One part of him wanted to lay her down on top of all his paperwork, throw caution to the wind, and beat her pussy up until she couldn't walk straight. But, the logical side of him just knew he had to return to his professional duties.
He roughly sucked her tongue in his mouth. Just the way she liked it! He explored every element of her sweet orifice that had him obsessed for so many years.
Whitney broke away from the kiss as he began to nibble on her lower lip, staring at him with hopeful eyes.
"I guess you're coming up?"
Jamison sighed, "Whit, just give me about twenty minutes to finish up and I promise I'll join you in bed"
Whitney's suddenly victorious face instantly turned to that of disappointment.
