I was exhausted, definitely in a haze as I left the gym. That's when the Lizzy tone played over my phone. The jolt bounced ears to heart, then dick to fingers as I answered the call.
"Hey."
"Getting off work?" she asked.
"No, work and I aren't involved like that. But how are you?"
There was a long pause on the other side. "Can I come over?"
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She leaned against my kitchen counter. "It happened today."
"What?"
"My quarterly review."
I felt a thump in my chest as I remembered what that meant. "Did you?"
"Well, I wasn't fired, so..." She nodded.
Exhausted as I was, there was a sudden rush; a cascade through my brain.
"Really?"
She nodded. She leaned in close, close enough to kiss my cheek -- and I smelled just a hint of cum on her breath. "...Really."
Wow. Really. My girlfriend had blown her boss.
I knew this was coming: we'd talked about her quid pro quo deal. Anyone else would've reported the guy to HR. Not her. Nor did she didn't leave the company. No, her fate was in her hands... and her boss was in her mouth.
Now she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend she loved, or said she did. She could've changed the ritual. It could've gone a million different directions, but she chose... to blow her boss.
I'd been wondering if she was going to at least try to change. I'd been wondering if we'd have that breakthrough.
No.
To be fair, we'd been role-playing the moment. I'd gone from horrified, paragon of ethics, to waiting for the day it happened on my "watch." And here it was.
She leaned back against the counter, her eyes wide and watery. Despite the evidence on her breath, the look on her face... seemed like she still loved me. Her question slipped out as a quivering whisper. "Are you okay?"
"Uhh..." I was in fucking shock. "I don't know."
"Are you angry?"
"No," I shook my head.
"Are WE okay?"
I blinked a moment before finally answering. "I knew what I was getting into, so... yeah. WE are okay. Are YOU okay?"
The question seemed to startle her. A tear rolled down her cheek, and a quick snivel and then she choked back a... a what? A giggle? She covered her mouth as she finally nodded affirmation.
I reached out to her. "Are you SURE you're okay?"
Her cheeks wet with tears, she nodded again. Her eyes were still watery but her smile was beaming bright. "I'm just... You asked me if I'm okay!"
"Of course."
"So you don't hate me!"
"Lizzy, you're a cheating slut... and I love you."
"Oh My God!" Three steps across the kitchen and she jumped into my arms. She planted a deep dip kiss and the taste on her breath was mostly coffee, thank God, but there were hints of cum.
That far removed, the coffee washed away most of the "gross."
I was still in shock, to be honest, but I started kissing her back. A quick realization as her tongue swirled around mine: there was no fucking way I'd do this if she actually had cum in her mouth. No. Just... fucking disgusting, no...
That said, the "evidence" of someone else's cum on my girlfriend's breath? That was fucking kinky! My girlfriend had blown another guy. Not just any guy: my girlfriend had blown her boss.
Holy shit. The more I thought about it, the more it was like defibrillator paddles on my dick.
She was still sniveling, even bawling, but she didn't stop kissing me. A cough, a giggle, a cry, more tears... and I realized these were tears of joy. Actual tears of joy.
You don't see that very much.
One arm under her ass, her legs still wrapped around me, I brought my other hand up to wipe the tears away from those chipmunk cheeks. I traced my wet hand down her neck, to her chest, and found a still nipple.
I traced the line further down her flat belly and undid the button on her skirt.
She dropped her legs, and her skirt pooled at her feet.
Gently, with a kiss here and a kiss there, I guided her from the kitchen to the living room.
A moment later, my fingers pulled aside her panties to feel a warm, damp pussy. With just little play, her lips parted under my touch and I slowly sunk a finger into her now-soaking sex.
She raised her arms and locked them behind my neck.
I pushed her to the couch, a little rough, and she looked up at me, biting her lip. It was the same couch she'd slept on after she cheated on her last boyfriend.
Her legs parted and I settled between her thighs.
She moaned the softest little sound as I nestled my dick at her folds.
It didn't take much of a push to slide inside.
The sensation was the same, but the feel was different. This girl, my girl, had just blown her boss. She'd confirmed who she was by what she did. And somehow, there I was: plunging my harder-than-steel dick into this cheating slut.
She didn't even fuck him, but "slut" was who she was. The sensation was the same, but the feel of this pussy was so much... better. Wait, better?
"Elizabeth?"
I didn't stop thrusting...
It took her another minute to open her eyes. "James?"
"I love you."
She wrapped herself around me tight, hugging me with every ounce of strength she had. Nothing interrupted the rhythm, though.
She whispered into my ear. "I love you, too. Thank you... I love you..."
"How do you feel?"
Slowly, a smile spread across her face. "I feel a lot better now."
I leaned in and slowed down, enough to kiss her as I thrust in the sopping wet pussy. "How many 'Quarterly Reviews' have you had?"
