The logs of wood kindled with flame in the fireplace. Soaring Bach filtered the speakers and enveloped the room. Patrik, and his wife Sofia, lay on the divan in their night clothes, kissing. Patrik roamed his hand over his wife's breasts from under her nightgown, tweaking her erect nipples, then slid his fingers downward to massage the tiny forest of her pubic region. She raised one leg over his thigh to give him suitable access.
"So," he muttered softly while he nuzzled her ear. "So?" she replied.
"Aren't you going to tell me about it?"
She giggled. "I don't know if I should."
"Come on, you know you will. I'm dying to hear what happened."
"Nothing happened, darling. He took me to his suite and we fucked. That's all."
"I know that, my darling, slutty munch-kin. But I want to know everything. How it all started with both of you." He nibbled on her earlobe. This elicited further excitement from his wife.
"But darling, I've already told you everything that's happened between us. You know just about everything."
"Not everything," he insisted. "I don't know what happened this evening before you got home. I'd like to hear everything from the beginning, if you don't mind."
"I'm afraid you might get jealous."
"That's silly. I've never gotten jealous before."
"No, you haven't. But there's always a first time."
"This isn't our first time doing such. I've never been angry before, why would I be now."
She gave him a serious look. "Do you promise?"
"I promise. I love you too much to think of that."
She drew in her breath sharply as he slipped his middle finger into her pussy. He flicked his thumb against the jutting knob that was her clit. Her juices poured down his finger and a second later he added another finger into her snatch and went on finger-fucking her slowly. She had been well fucked earlier on by her black boss, before she returned home from work nearly an hour ago. Although Alex hadn't yet seen the two of them in action, he was aware of much of the details; that her black boss had a thick cock, and according to his wife, he really knew how to work it. Sofia had confessed all her sex adventures to him. Patrik gushed with anticipation at seeing the two of them together screwing.
Sofia grasped his tent-pole erection inside his shorts and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You're being a naughty boy, darling," she said to him. "I'll tell you everything as it's what you want to hear. But first, would you mind refilling my champagne?" She showed him her empty wine glass.
Patrik turned to his left and grabbed the neck of a Dom Perignon champagne bottle out of the ice bucket, and filled her glass as well as his.
"To a happy marriage and a lovely anniversary with you, honey," he said to her before they clinked their glasses.
"And to you, my love," she said. "Happy anniversary."
They took a sip of the wine and smacked their lips from its exquisite taste. Patrik tastes the wine between her rosy lips and tongue; their fluids exchanged as their tongues flicked against each other.
"Now," he dropped his glass on the table next to the wine bucket. "You were going to tell me a story?"
"Indeed I was." She got up from the divan and knelt before him, sensuously rubbing her hands on his thighs. "But I still don't know if I should."
"Awww, come on, darling, stop being a tease. You know how I hate it when you keep me in suspense like this."
"Yes, I do. Alright then, I'll tell. But first, you're going to have to lie back. You'll enjoy the story if you're relaxed."
Her hands pulled his shorts down his legs, freeing his cock from its temporary prison. Sofia admired the sight of her husband's cock as it waved before her face. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked softly. Her tongue slid over her lips; she looked like someone about to devour a favourite delicacy. Her hand drew the foreskin of his cock up and down, stroked a stream of pre-cum out the tiny aperture of his cock. Patrik felt like a wounded animal before her. She knew just how to take control over him when she wanted to, and most times he loved it when she displayed her dominant side to him when they made love.
"Do you want to hear the story of how my boss and I first got noticed?" she asked the question with a salacious look in her eyes. "You're going to promise to be a good boy while I tell it, won't you?"
"Yes, yes, I promise," Alex gasped at what she was doing to him.
"I can't hear you, darling." She gave the head of his cock a slap. "Say it loud, darling; that you're going to be a good boy while you listen."
"Yes!" he said louder. "Yes, I promise to be a good boy."
Sofia softened at this. "Good," she murmured. She gave the head of his cock a kiss. Patrik felt like melting when she did it. "It started a week ago ..."
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1. ONE WEEK AGO ...
Sofia drove her Volkswagen 'Bug' into the parking space situated by the right side of the two-storey, glass-fronted foreign agency building where she worked. She got out of her car and bent to push several locks of her short-cropped blonde hair from her face. She wore maroon lipstick which matched her maroon jacket and knee-length skirt she was wearing. Her feet were enclosed in a pair of ankle-length boots. Finished preening herself, she slung her handbag over her shoulder and walked around the back of her car towards the building's front. Little did she know, a pair of eyes had watched her perform her little check-up when she'd gotten out of her vehicle.
Sofia had been working with the agency for three years now, and not once had she received a black mark against her, regarding her work ethics. She was always punctual, cordial and friendly with everybody in her office and was someone people went to if they needed someone to hear out their troubles. Her boss was well aware of her traits, which was why he'd taken the time to arrive at work a half hour before she did. He always got a kick out of watching her alight from her vehicle, checking out whatever outfit she had on and noting how exacting delectable they looked on her.
Sofia was a beautiful woman. Almost all her male colleagues knew this, and they seldom ceased making 'off' comments about her. One person who took it seriously was her boss, Dennis Hammond, a Black-American in his mid-fifties.
Every time he stood by his window ogling as she arrived at work, every time he walked past her office as she sat at her desk, thoughts of what lay underneath those clothes were all that ran through his mind. The fact that she was married did little to deter these thoughts from his head. Always, whenever he stopped by her to compliment her, his eyes ran all over her body, practically undressing her. He imagined what sort of bra and panties she would be wearing if she wore any, at all. Since arriving here in Zagreb four months ago, he'd distinctly sampled as much of the city that he could find time to indulge himself on: architecture, history, cuisine, and most especially the women, which often involved getting in sync with the city's night life.
Truth be told, Dennis was a man of wily charm, and nothing gave him greater joy than breaking women whom often proved difficult for him. He could have his pick from the number of pretty lasses working in the agency, under his supervision... but none of them stood, compared to Sofia. Her slender frame, short-cropped hair, light-brown eyes and lovely nose, topped off with a thin pair of lips... lips that sure could do well enough when put to work, Dennis smiled to himself.
He looked at his watch, then returned to his chair and pretended to be busy. In a few minutes he knew, his targeted lass was going to knock on his door as she almost always did, every morning. It was a ritual of hers and he'd instigated that she kept up with it.
Like clockwork, just one minute later, there was a knock on his door before it came open, and in came Sofia. She smiled at him as she approached his desk. He looked up from some papers in his hand and gave her his usual looking-over with a smile on his lips.
"Good morning, Mr. Hammond." She stopped in front of his desk.
"Good morning, Sofia." Dennis got up from his chair, roaming his eyes about her. "You're looking as fine and lovely as a rose petal this morning."
Sofia laughed shyly. Her boss never ceased flattering her; she couldn't help enjoying his remarks. A part of her enjoyed flirting with him just as much. He might be old, but he had a lot of fire still in him, and he always looked tough and handsome in his well-cut suits like the one he had on right now.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Hammond."
"Sofia, you're hurting me deeply." He approached her from around his desk and came to a halt in front of her. "I've told you time after time, call me Dennis. Only the new faces in this agency call me 'sir', or 'Mr. Hammond', and you're not one of them."
She apologised. "I'm sorry, Dennis. I'm just too used to it."
"Well, it's time you get un-used to it. You're looking very beautiful today." His eyes sized her up from the crown of her hair down to the toes of her boots. "M-hmmm, you're husband's really taking good care of you."
"He tries his best, Dennis," she answered. "Well, Sir, I'd better head down to my desk."
