Chapter 3: The Decision
The folwing day Julie gets the call from the company HR department that she has secured the new rold of PA to the managing director, her offical offer and the confirmation of her salry, her allowances and her potential bonuses will be included in the offer and Peter Hendrix has insisted that the offer includes a company car. It'll be a new Mercedez convertable, they just need to know what colour she wants.
The car will be delivered to her home on Monday morning, so she can start her new role feeling like she's already arrived. Julie was quiet for a moment, her mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. She looked down at her legs, still wondering if Peter worshipping them had sealed the deal, she then up at Rick, who was watching her with a mixture of pride and something else—something she couldn't quite name yet.
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That weekend Rick and Julie went shopping, she'd advised HR she wanted a silver car and she wanted to get as many outfits and sexy lingerie as she could, in particular she needed to get lots of seamed nylons and a full range of high heels and maybe even a leather skirt or dress. She'd one some research online as to how a dominatrix would dress and she needed to tone it down for the office enviroment, she wanted to look sophisticated, but also ever so sexy and give the look that she was in charge.
She wanted to look like she could handle anything that Peter threw at her, but also that she was someone who could be handled too. She wanted to look like a woman who knew her worth, but also someone who was open to exploring her desires. She wanted to look like she was ready to take on the world, but also that she was ready to be taken.
Julie stood in front of the full-length mirror in the changing room, her reflection staring back at her. She was wearing a sleek, black pencil skirt that hugged her curves just right, paired with a crisp, white blouse that she'd left unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage.
The stockings were seamed, the kind that clung to her legs like a second skin, and the heels were sharp and sexy, making her legs look longer and her hips more defined. She turned to the side, admiring the way the skirt flared slightly at the hem, the way the stockings shimmered under the changing room lights. She had even chosen a leather corset that she’d slipped under her blouse, its subtle lacing adding a touch of dominance to her look.
Rick stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he watched her in the mirror. His fingers traced the line of her collarbone, his touch gentle but possessive.
"You look incredible," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "Like you were born to be in charge."
Julie turned to face him, her eyes reflecting the same mix of confidence and vulnerability she felt. She reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her thumb lightly touching his lips. "I want to look like I can handle anything," she said, her voice steady but tinged with a quiet excitement. "But also like I know when to give in."
Rick's eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting hers again. He nodded, his fingers tightening slightly on her shoulders. "You already do," he said, his voice rough with something she couldn't quite place.
When monday finally arrived she took a taxi to work as he new car would be delivered later in the day, she looked like a million dollars, she was in a business suit with the cuts in all the right places, a whire low cut blouse that provided a glimpse of breast and a skirt short enough to show off her legs but not too short to show off her stocking tops, which as instructed were black fully fashioned seamed nylons and on her feet new black ankle strapped stilletto heels. The cab driver even asked for her number when he dropped her off at the office.
"You look like you could be on the cover of a magazine," he said, his eyes lingering on her legs as she stepped out. Julie smiled, adjusting her skirt and smoothing her hair. "Thanks," she said, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "I aim to please."
The office building was sleek and modern, the glass facade reflecting the morning sunlight. Julie pushed through the revolving doors, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The receptionist, a young woman named Linda, looked up from her desk with a smile. "Good morning, Julie. You look amazing today."
Julie returned the smile, her confidence growing with each step. "Thanks, Linda.
I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life," Julie replied, her voice light but with an undercurrent of excitement. She adjusted her skirt one last time, her fingers brushing the seam of her stockings, feeling the cool silk against her skin.
The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished metal. The doors closed, and she leaned against the back wall, closing her eyes for a moment. She could feel the anticipation building inside her, the thrill of a new challenge, the promise of power.
When the elevator doors opened, she found herself in a sleek, modern office.
The air was cool and crisp, the scent of polished wood and leather filling her senses. Julie took a deep breath, her posture straightening as she walked toward Peter Hendrix’s office. She could feel the weight of his gaze before she even reached his door, and she knew he was watching her.
The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the faint murmur of his voice before she knocked. "Come in," he called, his tone smooth and confident.
Julie pushed the door open and stepped inside. Peter Hendrix stood behind his massive oak desk, his back to her as he looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
His tailored suit was impeccable, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders just right, but it was the way he moved—slow, deliberate, like a predator assessing his prey—that caught Julie’s attention. She closed the door behind her, her heels clicking softly against the polished wood floor.
He turned then, and his eyes locked onto her the moment she stepped fully into view. The way he looked at her—like he was memorizing every inch of her—sent a shiver down her spine.
"Julie," he said, his voice a low, smooth purr. "You look *exactly* as I imagined."
She kept her expression neutral, but inside, her pulse was racing.
Julie found the pace of Peters day difficult at first, they went from meeting to meeting and he spent a lot of time either taking calls or making them, Julie soon took control and all his calls were directed to her first and eventually after the first week she had his calendar and his calls including limiting his need to attend so many meeting under control. He seemed determined to investigate every aspect of the business, not just the balance sheets, but every aspect that the company was involved with from management, all the way to the numerious manufacturing facilities and the rates of sales and turnover of every department.
During the first month, Julie and Peter didn't leave the office, they were too busy with data collect. Rick was a little taked aback by this he had assumed that Julie would be coming home with stories of him making a pass at her or him touching her while they worked, but nothing. He knew if he worked with her and she looked as hot as she did every day he would be able to resist fucking her over his desk.
He had to admit he was a little disappointed that she hadn't tried to seduce him yet, but he was also impressed with her professionalism and her ability to handle his demanding schedule. He knew he was a tough boss to work for, but he also knew that he was worth it. He was a man who demanded perfection in all aspects of his life, and he expected no less from his employees.
One day, as Julie was leaving the office, Peter called her back. "Julie, a moment please." She turned around, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Yes, Mr. Hendrix?" she asked, her voice steady and professional.
Peter leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning her body. We need to go to the specialist conductor plan, its too far to drive, so can you book us some flights, also this review is going to take some time, so book a suite at the Hilton hotel for the whole week, as we need to disect every aspect of this division if we are going to find out why its not performing.
Also, I need you to come with me, I need you to take notes and to help me with the interviews, I want you to be my eyes and ears, I want you to tell me what you think, I want your opinion, I value your input.
I know you have a good head for business and I want to hear your thoughts on this.
Julie was taken aback, this was the first time he'd asked her to accompany him on a business trip, let alone be involved in the decision making process. She was flattered and excited by the opportunity, but also a little nervous. She knew that this was a big responsibility and she didn't want to let him down.
Of course, Mr. Hendrix, I would be happy to accompany you and assist you in any way I can. I will make the arrangements right away.
Thank you, Julie. I have every confidence in you. And please, call me Peter when we're out of the office. When Julie got home, she told Rick all about spending a whole wek with Peter at a hotel and Rick way excited that maybe this might be the first oppertunity for Julie and Rick to experiment a little more like her home interview.
A week later Peter and Julie head off and fly first class, they land and are driven to the conductor plant, They meet the management team and Peter wants to interview them all independantly, he asks Julie to visit each section and talk to the line managers and employees and see what they think of the way the company is being run. After the first long day both Peter and Julie return to the hotel suite and discuss their findings. The suite has four bedroom, along with a bar, four bathrooms, a hufe lounge and dinning area and was big enough to hold a party in not just sleep two people. After a long review with Peter and a lovely meal prepaird by the hotels chief in the suit they both retire to their rooms. Julie makes a video call to Rick to tell him about her day and to show him the suite, she walks around the suite showing him the different rooms and telling him about the day, she can see Rick is excited and she can see he's in their bedroom, she can see the bed in the background and she can see he's naked, she can see he's aroused. He asks her if she's had any fun yet with Peter and she smiles and says, "No baby, its been all work and more work". Rick asks her to sit on the sofa in the lounge and lift her dress so he can see she's been wearing her seamed nylons. She removes her skirt and sits on the sofa and shows off her sexy legs and stockings and she can see that Rick is stroking his hard cock. He looks at her "how can Peter resist you when you look this sexy baby, I thought you'd beringing to show me you sucking his cock tonight".
Julie laughs "Oh baby, I wish, but he's been a perfect gentleman, he's been all business and no play, but I have a plan, I'm going to seduce him, but I need your help, I need you to tell me what you want me to do, what you want me to say, what you want me to wear, I want to make you proud, I want to make you happy, I want to make you come while I'm thinking about you, while I'm with him, I want you to be a part of this, I want you to be in control, I want you to tell me what to do, but tonight might not be the best time, as Peter has already gone to bed and we have an early strat tommorrow, so I'll call you tomorrow when we are back at the hotel before dinner".
Julie can see Rick is disappointed but she can't help but smile as she sees him stroking himself harder.
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The next evening, Julie and Peter return to the hotel suite, the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint aroma of dinner being prepared in the suite's private kitchen. Peter is already seated ready more financial papers, his broad shoulders relaxed, his presence dominating the space even in casual attire. Julie, however, is still in her business attire, her skirt slightly askew from the long day of meetings and reviews with lower management.
She walks into the lounge area and sees Peter lounging on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table. She sits down opposit him and asks "well do you think you know how to resolve this unit and make it profitable?" Peter looks up from his papers and gives her a small smile "I think I have a few ideas, but I want to hear your thoughts first, you've been on the ground, you've talked to the people, what do you think?" Julie smiles "no wonder your the Managing Director, you want everyones ideas and then make your own decision. Well based on the sales numbers and the senior management, I think the solution would be to cut production loose half of the management team and limit the operation to one production line".
Peter's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers tapping against the arm of the sofa. "Cutting half the management team? That’s drastic. And why just one production line?"
Julie leaned forward, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee cup. "Because the current management is bloated and inefficient. They’re overstaffed, underperforming, and the production lines are outdated. If we streamline the management and focus on one high-efficiency line, we can cut costs, improve quality, and boost productivity."
Peter studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "And what about the employees? How do you think they’ll react?"
Julie met his gaze, her voice steady and firm. "they'll hate it and it could lead to industrial disputes and cost us a fortune". but on the face of it that's what they are expecting you to do and it would seem like the only option, but I have a much better solution, but I need you to do something for me before I'll give you my opinion as to what we really sjould do".
Peter raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Julie's confidence and the hint of a challenge in her voice. "Oh, and what might that be?" he asked, his voice low and measured.
Julie stood up, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as she walked over to the bar. She poured herself a glass of wine, her movements deliberate and graceful. She turned to face Peter, her eyes meeting his as she took a sip, her tongue darting out to catch a drop that had spilled onto her lip. "I want my husband to tell you what he wants you to do and if you follow his directions and it pleases me, then I'll give you the percect solution". JUlie makes a video call to her husband and he answers on the first ring, she can see he's once again on there marital bed, naked and stroking his cock. ""Rick I'm here with Peter and I think I have a solution that could be a real positive for the company, but I'm reluctant to tell him until he does exactly as I tell him and as its something you've been asking me about for the past few weeks I thought you might like to direct him for me, would that be something you'd do for your wife"?
Julie asked, her voice soft and sultry, her eyes locked onto Rick's on the screen.
Rick's eyes widened in surprise, but the shock quickly turned into a hungry anticipation. "You mean...?" he started, his voice trailing off as he looked at Peter, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.
Julie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, exactly that. I want you to tell him what to do, and if he follows your instructions, I'll give him the solution he needs. But remember, baby, this is about pleasing me too.
I want you to be in control, but I also want you to make sure he knows what I want. I want him to know that I’m yours, but I’m also his. I want him to see that I’m confident and capable, but also that I’m open to exploring my desires. I want you to tell him exactly what to do, but also to make sure he understands that I’m the one in charge here.
Rick’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around his cock. "I can do that," he said, his voice rough with desire. "But what do you want him to do?"
Julie leaned forward, her fingers brushing against her lips. "How out we start with what we did at our home interview when we were having brandy, only this time, we won't cut it short".
Julie said, her voice low and seductive, her eyes never leaving Rick's. She could feel Peter's gaze on her, the air between them charged with anticipation.
Rick swallowed hard, his cock throbbing as he remembered the way Julie had allowed Peter to worship her legs and feet and then lift her skirt to reveal her bare pussy.
The memory alone was enough to make him ache. He cleared his throat, his voice steady despite the heat building inside him. Peter got up from his chair and dropped in front of Julie, he ran his hands up her legs feeling her seams and said "If you sit on the sofa, I'll remove your shoes and will happily worship your feet again Julie and please thank Rick for allowing this".
Julie smiled and sat on the sofa, she lifted her feet and placed them on the coffee table. Peter took her shoes off and gently kissed each foot, his tongue tracing the seams of her stockings. Julie leaned back, closing her eyes, her body relaxing as Peter's touch sent shivers down her spine.
Rick watched the video call, his breath coming faster as he saw Peter’s hands gliding up Julie’s legs. "That’s good, baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Keep going. Tell him to do the same with your skirt." Julie nodded, her eyes still closed, her body responding to Peter’s touch. Julie pulled up her skirt and opened her legs a little giving Peter a view of her hair covered pussy and her pink wet pussy lips.
Peter's eyes widened as he saw her pussy, he looked up at Julie and asked "May I touch you Julie, may I taste you". Julie looked at Rick on the screen and he nodded, she smiled and said "Yes Peter, you may taste me, but only if you ask my husband for permission first".
Peter looked at Rick on the screen and asked "Rick, may I taste your wife's pussy, may I make her come with my tongue". Rick's breath hitched, he was so turned on by this he could barely speak, he nodded and said "Yes Peter, you may taste my wife's pussy".
Peter didn't need to be told twice, he leaned in and gently kissed Julie's pussy lips, his tongue darting out to taste her, Julie gasped and moaned as Peter's tongue found her clit and started to lick and suck it, Julie's hips started to move in time with Peter's tongue, she was so turned on by this she could feel her orgasm building. She looked at Rick on the screen and said "Baby, I'm going to come, I'm going to come all over Peter's face, is that okay with you". Rick nodded and said "Yes baby, come for him, come all over his face, I want to see you come, I want to see you enjoy it". Julir turned her phone around so Rick could watch as Peter licked his wife's pussy, all the time Rick was stroking his very hard cock, this was exactly what he had wanted for so long and now here he was watching Peter lapping at his wife's pussy and making her climax.
Julie's body tensed as her orgasm hit her, she let out a loud moan and Peter kept licking and sucking her clit until she was done, he looked up at her and smiled, his face glistening with her juices. Julie looked at Rick and said "Thank you baby, that was amazing, but now it's your turn, tell him what to do next". Rick took a deep breath, his cock throbbing as he watched Peter's face covered in Julie's juices. "Tell him to stand up and take off his clothes," he said, his voice firm and commanding. Julie looked at Peter and repeated Rick's instructions.
"Peter, please stand up and take off your clothes," she said, her voice soft but firm. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the anticipation building between them. Peter stood up, his broad shoulders filling the space as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs. Julie watched him, her breath catching as he peeled off his shirt, her eyes lingering on the way his muscles shifted with each movement. He then unzipped his trousers and stepped out of them, leaving him in only his boxers. Julie's eyes widened slightly, her gaze tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. She looked into Peter's eyes "please Peter show me how much I excite you".
Peter nodded and slowly pulled down his boxers, his erection springing free. Julie's eyes widened slightly, her gaze tracing the length of his cock, the veins visible along its length, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Rick watched the video call, his breath coming faster as he saw Peter's cock, his own hand moving faster on his shaft. "That's it, baby," Rick murmured, his voice low and rough. Tell him what you want."
Julie swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "Peter, I want you to touch me again, but this time, I want you to make me come with your fingers while I suck your cock" She looked at Rick, her eyes wild with anticipation.
"Is that okay with you, baby?"
Rick nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, baby. Show him what you like. Make him worship you."
Julie turned her attention back to Peter, who was watching her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. She reached out and gently stroked the length of his cock, her fingers tracing the veins and the glistening tip. Peter closed his eyes, his body tensing slightly as she cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
"Peter, I want you to sit back down on the sofa. I'll sit alongside you, I want to suck your cock and feel your fingers sliding into my wet pussy".
Peter did as he was told, he sat down on the sofa and Julie first postined hrr phone so Rick could watch everything without her needing to hold it, then she knelt along side of him, she took his cock in her hand and started to stroke it, she looked up at him and said "I want you to finger fuck me while I suck you, I want you to make me come while I taste you". Peter nodded and reached down and started to rub her pussy, Julie moaned as she felt his fingers on her, she opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth, she started to suck and lick it, her tongue swirling around the head. She loked at Rick's image on her phone. So hubby is this what you wanted to watch your wife doing?"
Julie panted as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thick girth while Peter's fingers worked her with practiced precision. She could feel herself growing wetter with every swirl of his thumb against her clit, the dual sensations making her hips jerk involuntarily.
Rick groaned, his fist moving faster over his rigid shaft as he watched his wife's head bob between Peter's legs while the older man's fingers pistoned in and out of her soaking pussy. The sight of Julie's polished nails digging into Peter's thigh as she swallowed him whole made his cock twitch in his hand.
"Fuck Julie," Rick growled, his voice rough with need.
"I can't believe you're doing this for me. Show me how good you can take him."
Julie's response was a muffled moan around Peter's cock, her eyes watering as he hit the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard while Peter's fingers worked her with increasing urgency.
Peter groaned above her, his free hand tangling in Julie's hair. "Fuck, she's perfect," he breathed, watching her with dark, hooded eyes. "Your wife is incredible, Rick."
Julie pulled back with a gasp, saliva glistening on her lips.
She turned the phone slightly to show Rick her flushed face and swollen lips, before meeting Peter’s gaze. "Tell him what to do next," she instructed, her voice husky.
Rick’s breath hitched as he watched the scene unfold. "Get on your knees in front of him," he instructed, his voice rough with arousal. "Show him how much you want to please me."
Julie didn’t hesitate. She sank to the floor, her seamed stockings whispering against the expensive hotel carpet, and positioned herself between Peter’s spread thighs. She took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep again.
Peter groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. It all proved a little too much for Peter, his balls raised and the first blast of his cum filled Julie's mouth and throat, she pulled back and his cock came from her mouth but she kept on stroking him as blast after blast of cum hit Julie's face, her face was covered with Peters cum and as she managed to open one eye to look at her husband on her phone screen, she could see he was shooting his cum high into the air as well as all over his hand and his phone.
She could feel Peters cum dripping down her face and on her chest, she looked at her phone and said "Rick, I think that'll be enough for one night, I think we could both do with cleaning up, she leaned forward, told him, she loved him and ended the call. She looked at Peter cock, which was still pumping the last of its seed and it seaped from his cock and she couldn't resist but take is back into her mouth and lick his cock clean. Peter groaned and said "That's the most erotic thing I've ever seen" Julie looked up at him and smiled. "I aim to please, but I'm not finished with you yet", she stayed between his legs and carried on stroking his semi hard cock and rubbing his balls "So would you like to hear my ideas for the conductor plant while I have your full undivided attention?" Peter smiled "I'd love to but don't you want to wipe my cum from your face first?". Julie giggled, "no I think it helps to keep your eyes focus on me and that's exactly what I want".
Peter looked at her and saw the glint in her eye as she continued to jerk him off, his cock hardening again much to his surprise. "So how about we discuss the business side of things while I keep you nice and hard" she suggested.
Peter let out a low chuckle, leaning back on the sofa with his hands resting behind his head while Julie knelt between his thighs, her fully-seamed nylons gleaming under the hotel lighting. "Alright Julie," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "I'm all ears. What's your solution?"
Julie's fingers never stopped their rhythmic motion as she began speaking, her voice steady and confident despite the unusual circumstances. "well the current senior management need a shack up, they are too set in there ways, also they have five procurement divisions, they test every material that arrives before passing it for production and that's why only one line is fully operational, they don't get the materials they need in time to keep it running. we get ride of four of the procurement division and put the quality of the material as a total supplier liability, they won't like that until we offer to double the size of our order. This way be get the materials we need to run both production lines and retain one procurement division to carry out random spot checks on quality. But with the savings we need to double the size of the maintenance team to ensure the two production lines are kept up to scratch.
Peter looked at Julie kneeling between his thighs, her seamed nylons glistening under the lighting as she continued to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. Around them, the suite felt charged with something electric. The financial tactics flowed from her lips as she spoke, her confidence unshakable.
Peter let out a low chuckle, leaning back on the sofa with his hands resting behind his head. “So, you’re suggesting we slash procurement, double our orders with suppliers, and pump that savings into doubling the maintenance team all to make two production lines cobstantly viable?”
Julie nodded, still gliding her fingers along his shaft. “Exactly. And the bonus? some of the guys in the procurement teams are really cleavor and switched on, so we chop the old wood and put some yonger blood in place and offer them a bonus if they achieve the new production targets, my rough figure show it'll cut the overall costs by 30% but with the additional production, if we retain the same sales price we should return an extra 40% return on top of our current earnings.
Peter was stunned at her projections, but it all made sense, he was just about to say something when Julie leaned forward and once again took his now very hard cock back into her mouth.
She began to suck on him aggressively, bobbing her head rapidly as her tongue swirled around his shaft.
Peter groaned loudly, his hips lifting slightly as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth.
Julie pulled back just enough to speak. "Peter," she murmured around his cock, her voice husky. "Whilst the first blow job was for you and my husband to enjoy, this one is for me and because I want it."
Peter's breath came in ragged gasps as he watched her full lips stretch around his girth. "Fuck, Julie... your mouth is... incredible." He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her pace as she began to bob her head with renewed vigor.
The suite fell into a rhythm of moans and wet, slapping sounds as Julie worked him over with growing enthusiasm. Finally she looked up at him "I need you inside me Peter, I need you to fuck me, please".
Peter didn't need to be asked twice, he stood up and Julie lay back on the sofa and opened her legs wide, her seamed stockings bunching around her thighs. Peter positioned himself between her legs and slid his cock into her dripping wet pussy in one smooth thrust. Julie moaned loudly as he filled her completely, her nails digging into the sofa cushions as he began to fuck her hard and fast. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the suite, mixing with Julie's moans and Peter's grunts.
Peter gripped her hips tightly, pulling her onto his cock with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep penetration.
The sofa creaked beneath them as Julie arched her back, her seamed stockings squeaking against the leather. Her phone still lay on the coffee table beside them, she'd set it to record mode and it was recording every gasping breath, every desperate moan that spilled from her lips.
Julie reached up and pulled her blouse open, buttons scattering across the expensive hotel carpet. Her bra came next, the lace clasp giving way so her breasts spilled free, her puckered nipples already stiff with arousal. She cupped them, squeezing as Peter pounded into her, his cock stretching her pussy to the limit.
Her heels dug into the back of the sofa, her toes curling inside the leather straps as her orgasm built.
The phone’s camera caught the way Peter’s cock glistened each time he pulled nearly all the way out of her, the shiny wetness clinging to his thick shaft before he plunged back in.
Peter groaned, his thrusts losing rhythm as his own climax neared. “Fuck—Julie—I’m close—”
She locked eyes with the phone screen where she knew Rick would be watching when she sent him the video, his cock would be moving in his fist even as he watched another man fuck his wife into oblivion. Julie gasped, “Come inside me Peter. I want to feel you fill me up and I want my husband to see it all.”
Peter didn’t need the instruction twice.
With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside Julie’s swollen, dripping pussy and unleashed his climax deep within her. The first thick rope of cum slapped against her cervix, then another, then another—each one making her gasp and arch beneath him.
Julie’s own orgasm crashed over her at the same moment, her inner walls clamping down hard around Peter’s cock as she screamed his name. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her seamed stockings straining as she came undone. The phone on the coffee table whirred softly as it captured every shuddering breath, every twitch of her body, every muffled cry.
Julie’s fingers clawed at the sofa cushion, her back arching as the last waves of her climax rolled through her, her pussy still clenching around Peter’s cock even as he pulsed inside her, filling her with warmth. His seed spilled between them—thick, white streaks painting the inside of her thighs, the fine seams of her stockings glistening with it.
Peter sagged forward, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless. The suite smelled of sex—salt and leather, sweat and perfume. The air between them was thick with something unspoken but undeniably electric. Julie could imagine Rick’s reaction when he got to watch this later tonight.
Peter kissed Julie and thanked her for perhaps the most exciting night of his life and he wanted to look deeper into her proposals for the plant, as it offered a far better outcome than the original idea of reducing management and closing one production line. He got up saying "you were wonderful, thank you so much, I hope Rick enjoys it as much as I did and he headed off to his room to clean up and get some sleep.
Julie stayed on the sofa, she checked that her phone had recoded her first cuckolding of her husband and she sent the video file with a simple text message saying "call me when your ready to watch this". Within a few minutes her phone buzzed, it was Rick calling her back.
Julie sat up on the sofa, her body still humming from the intensity of what had happened, the seamed stockings were now ruined, her skirt was pushed up around her waist, her blouse was completely open, her bra discarded somewhere on the floor, and she felt the wetness between her thighs. She swiped to answer and Rick’s face filled the screen. The look in his eyes was a mix of awe and hunger, his hair tousled, his chest still slick with sweat from his own release.
“Baby…” he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. “I just watched it. I watched him fuck you.
I *watched* every second of it.
Julie adjusted herself, still sprawled on the sofa, her seamed stockings now ruined, sticky with cum and sweat. She smirked, her legs still slightly parted, her pussy still glistening with the remnants of Peter’s thrusts.
“I know,” Julie said softly, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
Rick swallowed hard, his hand still wrapped around his cock, twitching as if he couldn’t help himself. “I *loved* it. Watching you take him like that… it was…” He trailed off, shaking his head.
“It was everything I’ve ever fantasized about.”
Julie stretched her arms above her head with a slow, deliberate motion, her back arching so her ruined stockings rode high on her thighs, the torn seams exposing even more of her skin. The camera framed her in a way that made her feel powerful—powerful and wanted.
“And what did you think about while you were watching?” she asked, her voice soft but deliberately teasing. “Tell me exactly what went through your mind when Peter was inside me.”
Rick groaned, his fist tightening around his cock again. “I thought about how tight you were. How good he looked inside you.
The way your tits bounced when he fucked you. The way your stockings stretched around your thighs as he took you. I couldn't breathe, Julie. I came so hard. I came thinking about how perfect your body looked. I came thinking about how him stretching you open made me so fucking hard.
Julie let out a tiny laugh, the sound breathy and satisfied. She rolled onto her side on the sofa, propping herself up on one elbow, her free hand drifting down to trace the wetness on her inner thigh.
Yes, baby. Tell me everything. Every single detail. I want to hear how you felt watching me take his big cock between my legs.
Tell me every word you said inside your head. Every groan. Every gasp. I want to hear it all, Rick."
Rick’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stroked himself. “I imagined him holding your hips down while you begged for more. I pictured his hands gripping your thighs—just like that—and I could almost feel it too, Julie. I could feel the way your pussy stretched around him. The way your moans turned into screams when he hit that sweet spot inside you.
I loved it when you told him to come inside you, when you looked straight at the camera and said *I want to feel you fill me up*. The camera never lied, Julie. It showed me how wet you were. It showed me the way your thighs trembled when he finished inside you. It showed me the way your lips parted in this little O as you came all over his cock.
Julie listened, her fingers trailing wetness from her inner thigh up over her hip, leaving a glistening path on her skin. The hotel suite felt still and warm around her, the distant hum of the city below muffled by thick walls and floor-to-ceiling drapes.
She looked at Rick "well baby, it's started, I'm here for another three nights, so put that kinky mind of your to work and tell me what you'd like us to do next, you know I'm your Hotwife to direct and if tonight is anything to go by, its going to be a lot of fun".
Julie's fingers slipped between her legs, spreading herself open just enough to let the camera see the glistening aftermath of Peter's cum leaking from her still-throbbing pussy. "You liked watching him fuck me, didn’t you? You liked seeing his cock inside me, stretching me open, making me scream your name." Her voice dropped to a breathy whisper, raw with satisfaction. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do tomorrow with Peter. Make me beg for it, baby."
Rick’s breath came in sharp gasps, his own cock jerking in his grip.
“I want you to make him fuck you on your knees tomorrow,” he said, his voice rough and needy. “With your seamed stockings on. I want to see you walk into that plant with your thighs all marked up and glistening with his cum.”
Julie’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. She shifted slightly, pressing two fingers into her mouth, tasting herself—Peter’s salty sweetness still clinging to her tongue. She swallowed, her eyes locked on Rick’s image on the screen.
“And when he’s done?” she whispered, her voice dripping with teasing.
Rick’s chest heaved.
He wasn’t even trying to slow his strokes anymore; his cock pulsed in his grip, his come painting thick streaks over his knuckles. “I want you to ask him to lick his cum from your well fucked pussy,” he said, voice rough as gravel. “I want you to look up at him with your mouth open and your seamed stockings all soaked in sweat and seed, and I want him to coat his tongue with his own cum fresh from my wifes fucked pussy.”
Julie let out a low, throaty laugh—not the polished, professional one she used in the office, but something rawer, hungrier.