"Must you solve everything with sex, Lisa?" Danica asked me with a savvy smile on her face.
"Didn't it work?" I had just told her how I got a very resistant client into bed, bringing him to finally sign a contract it seemed he never would.
The client was Joseph Worthington, a senior partner who inherited his position, but made the most of it. His company had recently merged with another. The products this other company made relied on the advertisement made by my firm. Since they merged, we had been trying to represent the whole conglomerate, but Mr. Worthington was standing in our way, maintaining his loyalty to their traditional advertisement friends. Until now, that is.
"This was easy for you, wasn't it?" Danica asked me.
"Let me tell you something, hon. The only real problem a woman has is keeping the power to choose who will touch her and who will never do," I made that remark juggling my tits a little.
Since Danica's breasts are also really big, and she's far from being a saint, I knew she would take it in the right way, even though her tits are fake and mine aren't. Not everyone can naturally fill a 36DD.
"I chose him. Of course it was easy, and I obviously enjoyed it," I had cum only once, which was a bit disappointing since I was responsible for that and it is so easy to make me cum. But I did enjoy the whole thing. Danica made sure she got every detail, down to the curvature of his penis.
"This move had its risks for him, though. You better not fuck with him,"
"No worries, honey, I never fuck with who fucks me," I assured Danica.
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When I sat on the car – and a sharp enjoyable pain brought part of the fun to my mind – the cell rang. It was my husband, Charlie, and sex vanished from my mind completely.
He was pestering me for no real reason: checking again if I would get the kids at school – like we had confirmed that morning! The annoying sensation didn't last, though. Another message came in. A photo of that client's cock ready and willing. It was not tempting now, but it was funny anyway.
Arriving at the firm I was a bit aroused again, now from my share of that contract. When I dropped it on my boss's desk she seemed impressed, but also gave me the "you slut" look. Fabiana wasn't being literal. She has no idea of how much a slut I really am – although she does keep me from meeting her husband even at office parties. Some would say that's smart, although I really have better and more interesting meat at my disposal. The problem here was really that everybody thought I would not succeed with this client. I did. What a bitch am I...
To be fair, she could be also disapproving my choice of clothes. I came directly to the office with those papers. That meant I was still wearing what I chose for Joseph that day. I flaunted my 5ft. 9 on top of very high heels, emphasizing hips and butt that ran proudly in the family. A dominating figure in an office environment is addictive. Add the revealing cleavage (my breasts pumping out since I leaned on her desk putting the papers down) and the tight short skirt. Simple and efficient. Shameless.
Her jealousy was not unwelcome. I was happy to feel hotter than her – and at least she was no racist, as my previous boss was.
Other than that, the rest of the day was pretty normal. Finished other responsibilities at the office, got the girls at school, arranged dinner, minded the clothes and the mess, watched a movie snuggled with the family, partly deflected come-ons from various potential or ex-lovers on the phone and the internet, and closed the night with unexpected marital sex.
Perhaps I was extra-hot after fucking Joseph and longing for more – sex begets sex, as I always say. The rarity of such an occasion (Charlie being horny) didn't make it special. Also, such rarity didn't hurt my feelings anymore. On the contrary, I now felt hot that even my husband of 12 years still wanted sex now and then...
I saw he was planning something right away. He was more attentive the whole night, washed the dishes without making a fuss about it, caressed during the whole movie. Our five-year old, Candice, the youngest, asked to sleep on our bed, but he denied it. That was overkill. He was always soft for them asking to sleep with us, although he knew perfectly well I was against it. Whenever he made them sleep in their bedroom he was wanting some loving. He locked the door and looked at me with a smile.
"What?" I asked.
"Come here," he began caressing me, he was very tender, but also started rubbing me with his semi-erected cock. He knew that caressing his cock would be a reflex.
My husband knew how to provoke me, how to give me pleasure, how to make me cum. He would do all that, but it was obvious he was really there to satisfy his arousal, that excitement he had since he arrived, maybe even before. A new hot colleague? Some memory on the way home? Who cares? I freed that cock from his shorts, that nice cock of his, with his tender clear skin and his big pink foreskin, a bit wider that the rest of his dick.
He was not as big as Joseph's, he was thinner. I liked it anyway. Immediately I started playing with it, provoking with the tip of my tongue, caressing his balls with my tits. His cock started to pulse with his doubt between forcing my mouth or going down to fuck my tits, which he loved to do. I laughed, and let my nightgown slide completely to the floor. I knew he'd like that. Since he was so lustful that evening, I chose one of his favorites: a white silky one. It's contrast dancing down my skin made his hips thrust at my face.
His desire moved me, and I came down with my mouth with hunger, as if trying to suck his soul out. I went on him so hard that he moaned too loud and I had to stop in a second.
