The drive down to Ginelli’s office only took a few minutes and Harrison and Janet made the journey in silence. Matthew felt bad – obviously – but still, he was also a little elated. The debt he owed Ginelli would be written off and he could start again. A fresh start for both of them. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he briefly wondered if there was going to be a “both of them” after this. No time to think of that now, though. Concentrate on the present. Just get this evening over with.
Ginelli’s office was warm and pleasantly furnished. He beckoned them to join him in the inner sanctum. His smile was almost friendly.
“I’m glad you saw sense, Matthew.” He said genially. “And Janet. You look lovely. Come here and let me see you”
Perversely, Janet felt a swell of pride. A myriad of thoughts had run through her head since her husband had told her of Ginelli’s demands. Thoughts that contradicted each other and fought for acceptance in her mind. Clearly she would not want to do this – or would she? The idea was abhorrent – or was it?
She had showered and dressed carefully. Bizarrely she had decided she wanted to impress Ginelli, or at least show him that she was still a good looking woman. The black dress hadn’t seen the outside of her closet for nearly two years and she was pleasantly surprised to find that it still fitted perfectly; showing off her long legs and accentuating her still firm breasts. She had completed the outfit with black stockings and black French-cut panties.
“You do look very nice this evening.” Ginelli repeated as he looked at her. “Black suits you!”
Harrison had been banished to a sofa placed against the far wall of the office and looked on. His feelings were still mixed. While he was pleased that no violent action was to be inflicted on him, he still felt certain pangs of jealousy as Ginelli almost inspected his wife.
“I’m sure you didn’t bring me all the way down here just to compliment me on my dress sense!” Janet said suddenly. Although she felt awkward and a little embarrassed by the big man’s intense stare, she also felt a rush of adrenalin as she realised that she was clearly still attractive to the younger man.
Ginelli laughed. “Straight to the point! I like that! A woman after my own heart!”
He reclined back in the thickly upholstered chair and stretched luxuriantly before continuing.
“You obviously know why you’re here, Janet, so what say you show me what’s hidden under that dress?”
Harrison ran his hand over the back of his neck feeling the dampness of his perspiration. His throat felt dry and parched as he watched for Janet’s reaction. He had no idea what to expect – the whole situation was completely unprecedented. But Janet was reacting well. There seemed no sign of tears or indignity. None at all. Harrison was a little surprised, actually a little shocked. Surely there should be some adverse reaction, he thought? She seemed to be enjoying this just a little too much!
Ginelli watched fascinated as the older woman before him stared demurely downwards and unbuttoned the front of her dress. What had started out as a simple exercise in humiliation – aimed at Harrison – was now turning into something else. He had not expected to become aroused by the situation but, as Janet exposed her bra-less breasts to his fervent gaze, he couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins. He was most definitely becoming stimulated.
“Play with your tits!” Ginelli said. He coughed quickly aware that his mouth had become a little dry.
Janet smiled at the man behind the desk and placed her hands under her breasts, cupping them. She was becoming more comfortable with the situation and actually quite liked the way he looked at her. She felt a shiver as her fingers ran gently over her nipples and was surprised to realise that they were already stiff and swollen. She tried to remember the last time she had had sex and was disappointed when she couldn’t. Was it really that long ago? Had she and Matt become so distant that the last time they made love was outside of her memory? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She was here for a reason – no matter how pleasurable that reason might now have become!
Ginelli could now feel his erection pressing urgently against him as he watched the woman play with her breasts and encourage the nipples into stiff, throbbing buds. He glanced over her shoulder and could see the hapless Harrison sitting quietly. For a brief moment he wondered what sort of effect this was having on the other man; watching his own wife display herself like this. Maybe he should take things a little further.
Matthew Harrison watched as his nemesis stood and moved out from behind the desk and strode over to where Janet was still standing.
“On your knees, I think!”
Matt saw the way that Ginelli’s lips curled into an evil grin as he began to push Janet down into a kneeling position in front of him. There was no mistaking the intent; the position was a classic one and put Janet’s face in a direct line with his crotch.
Janet instinctively knew what to do. Her fingers undid the man’s belt and unzipped him. She pushed his pants and underwear down thick, muscular legs and helped him take the garment off. She looked up. A hard, menacing looking erection swung out from his body. She couldn’t help herself and licked her lips in anticipation.
“Go ahead,” Ginelli encouraged her in a croaked whisper, “Kiss it!”
Harrison watched his wife as she slowly took Ginelli’s swollen erection in her hands. The slender digits of her fingers looked so small next to his cock as she stroked it tenderly and guided the head towards her open, waiting mouth.
Ginelli groaned as Janet’s lips locked around the head of his cock and she slid her tongue sensuously along the underside. She was good, he realised, and propped himself against the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening as he gripped the surface for support.
“Mmmmm….good, baby…good!”
Janet was in a world of her own. She had always enjoyed the feel of a good hard cock in her mouth – or anywhere else for that matter – and she delighted in the way that Ginelli’s weapon throbbed and pulsated as she sucked it.
“Your wife is a good cock-sucker, Matthew!”
Harrison tensed as he heard the reference but then shrugged resignedly. He knew that he should have put up a fight on Janet’s behalf but he also knew that he was not up to a job like that. He was almost certain that Johansson would be around somewhere and had no intentions of attracting the attentions of that particular man-mountain. Besides which, he consoled himself, Janet didn’t exactly look like the offended, dutiful wife that was only trying to help her husband. With her mouth full of Ginelli’s cock, she looked like a slut; a real whore!
Frank Ginelli was completely taken by surprise. Usually blessed with enviable stamina, he tensed as he felt his cock start to swell. He tried to hold back but it was an exercise in futility.
Janet could sense that something was happening. The big man’s cock was growing in her mouth and she knew that he was about to cum. She swallowed hard as a torrent of sperm unleashed from the head. She gagged slightly and pulled back hearing him gasp and groan deeply. The large appendage slipped from between her lips and twitched with a life of its own. Another spurt hit her face and she closed her eyes as she felt her face suddenly swamped with the full force of his emission.
Ginelli could feel his legs trembling as he held onto the edge of the desk for support. He could hardly believe how quickly he had cum. He could have left it there, he knew. Harrison was suitably humbled and he, Ginelli, had gained his own satisfaction. But he didn’t want to stop. Peculiarly he wanted to give this woman some of the pleasure that she had bestowed upon him.
Sweeping Janet up in his arms Ginelli placed the woman gently on the desk. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties as he looked directly into her face. She seemed instinctively to know what he wanted and raised her hips a fraction from the desk to allow him to completely remove her underwear.
Janet was breathing hard as she followed Ginelli’s lead and lay back on the desk. Apart from the nylon stockings, she was all but naked now and she allowed her legs to fall slowly open. The warm air played gently with the wispy hair on her mound and she could feel the dampness begin to seep as her arousal became evident.
The man’s breath was hot and heavy as his head descended between her open thighs. She held her own breath as she felt him close in and then let out a gasping exhalation as his tongue touched her throbbing clit. Her hips bounced involuntarily and her fingers twisted in his hair as she tried to push his head closer to her pubic area.
