My name is David Drake. I am 24 years old. I am average looking with black roughly kept hair, blue eyes that some have said to be attractive and I stand at 6'5". I am married to my beautiful wife, Neha. She is a lesbian. We married after we both realized that our visas were expiring and the only way to avoid deportation was to get married. She could have filed for divorce after, but she decided to stick around for a while, until she found the right one for her.
"Hey, what is for dinner?" I ask my wife who was working in the kitchen wearing a tight apron that made her breasts stick out.
"I am making-" She closed her eyes and started to moan as I grabbed her from behind and rubbed her breasts over her dress, under the apron.
"I...aah...have...work." She said as I rubbed my hard penis on her butt.
"So?" I ask her as I slid my left hand down to her crotch.
"Not now." She quickly got away from me and removed her apron, "I have work."
"You going to your office with a wet pussy?" I asked her.
"We will continue later." She said, "I am late as it is."
She gave me a kiss on my cheek and departed to her office. I ate yesterday's leftover along with the sandwich she made and left for my office too.
I work as the private assistant of one of the most powerful lady in business, Mrs. Sarah Wicker. She is a MILF that I would just love to pound. She is 35 years old with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, long slender legs and breasts that can't be held in one hand. Rumor has it that she had undergone breast augmentation twice.
"You are late." Sarah scolded me throwing the file I gave her on to her desk.
"I am sorry." I say.
"Arrange a room for me at Hotel Meridian." She said, "For evening. Ask Lady Whitewood to not be late."
"Will do." I say.
"And tell your wife you won't make it tonight."
"I am coming with?" I ask surprised.
"Yes. What do you think I pay you for?"
I nod my head and leave her office. I sit down on my cubicle and dialed my wife's number and told her I wouldn't be able to make it tonight.
"Then I will eat something from outside." She said.
"Take care." I replied and hung up.
I left office early, packed my bag with clothes for 1 day and waited for the company car to arrive. It came on time and took me to the airport.
Lady Whitewood is the Queen of Oras. She is the most powerful woman in the country. She runs a multi-millionaire business while her husband rules over the kingdom. I haven't seen her face to face before. But every day the newspapers will have at least one clipping of her, either some gossip or sometimes something about her taking over another startup company.
The car reached its destination after a couple of hours. It took me directly to the airfield, where Sarah's private jet was waiting for me.
Sarah was standing outside talking on her phone.
I noticed that she was angrily speaking to the person on the other side. I stood quiet a distance away but the evening wind carried her voice to my ear.
"...I will send the money, are you happy now?... Great... No go get yourself drunk...I was your age once, I know what you are upto-Hello?" Sarah angrily touched the screen of her phone to hang up.
I stood there awkwardly.
She took a deep breath, "Let's go." She called me.
She was wearing a beautiful blue satin dress and an orange over coat. I could feel an erection coming just by looking at her.
I nodded my head and followed her. It didn't help me much in the erection department. Her ass looked perfect bouncing up and down as she climbed the stairs.
"Welcome ma'am." The air hostess said bowing.
She bowed to you too, "Welcome sir."
I quickly sat down on my seat before anyone could see my condition. I took out my phone and dialed Hotel Meridian's front desk number and confirmed our rooms. After that I called Lady Whitewood's managers number to see at what time she was arriving. After confirming the details, I hung up and looked outside the window.
"Come over here." Sarah called you over to her seat.
I reluctantly go over.
"Are you scared of me?" She asked.
I didn't reply. She didn't say anything. She was probably waiting for a reply.
"Well...you are kind of strict." I say after a while.
"Of course, I need to be strict." She said, "How do you think I reached this position?"
I nod my head.
"It is a 4 hour trip. Don't stay quiet, else I will get bored." She said.
Aaha! So that was why she decided to talk with me.
"How is your wife?" She asked.
I was surprised that she knew about it.
"Why are you surprised?" She asked smiling, "I read your resume."
"It is kind of surprising that you still remember it."
"I remember every detail of every single employee of mine. It is always good to know who all are working for you." She said.
"What about Janet?" I ask.
"What about her?"
"How old is she?"
"29." She replied without thinking for a second.
"Wow." I clap my hand, "That is amazing."
"As I said, it is always good to know who all are working for you. Don't want to have a murderer working for me."
Good thing she doesn't know about that life of yours.
I kept quiet and chit chatted with her for a couple of minutes. I started to notice that she was slowly dozing off.
Was I that boring?
I stared outside the window. Everything was dark. It reminded me of the time I killed the-
"Sir, drink?" The airhostess saved me from thinking of those times.
"Na." I say, "Water for me."
Regardless I took a glass of wine and placed it steadily on the table.
I have seen my boss drink a couple of times. Wouldn't hurt to have one.
"That is considerate." The air hostess said and swiped up a knife from under her skirt. My reflexes were a lot faster, I grabbed the wine glass and threw it at her face.
"Bas-tard." She cried as she fell down dead.
"What the fuck?" She yelled and stood up. The glass had shattered and one person had died.
"What happened?" She asked angrily.
"The wine is poisoned." I say frowning at the fallen woman.
"How did you know?" She asked doubtfully.
"I didn't." I reply, "The plane had a small turbulence and a small drop went into her mouth."
Sarah looked at you not believing your answer. I could care less at this point.
"Keep quiet and stay under the table." I ordered her and slowly went towards the cockpit. I placed my ears on the door.
I heard an old jazz song playing and the sound of talking.
I knocked on the door.
