Chapter 1: Introduction
Jack took a deep breath, swirling the burgundy Cabernet Sauvignon in his wineglass. A hint of vanilla and blackcurrant wafted up into his nose as he put on a convincing smile for his boss, Richard.
"I've been looking forward to this dinner all week," Jack said, hoping that the anticipation didn't show on his too-eager face. Every move was calculated, intended to make an excellent impression on the stern-faced man who had the potential to launch Jack's career to new heights.
But as he engaged in the surface-level conversation about the latest market trends and upcoming projects, Jack couldn't shake off the prickling sensation between his legs. The voice in his head kept nagging, urging him to focus on Richard's unmistakable presence; the man was pure power wrapped in a tailored suit.
Emily, his wife, sat across from him, her flawless features framed by sleek blonde hair. Rich, full lips painted in a deep shade of crimson, and cornflower blue eyes that could melt the coldest heart.
Jack couldn't help but notice how her petite fingers danced with the stem of her wine glass, her delicate wrist adorned by a golden bracelet that caught the soft, warm light of the chandeliers above. Emilys's alabaster skin begged to be touched, her smooth curves accentuated by her silky, black dress. Jack felt the blood rushing to his groin, a visceral reaction to the way she subtly swayed her hips every time she leaned forward to speak.
He couldn't help but avert his gaze to the deep plunging neckline of her dress when she laughed at Richard's lame joke. Her perfectly round breasts were dangerously close to spilling out, the rosy peaks of her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. It was far too tempting not to fantasize about what she was—or wasn’t—wearing underneath the elegant dress.
Meanwhile, Richard's practiced hand had slid under the table, finding its way up Emily's smooth thigh.
She tensed, but tried to maintain her composure, taking a slow sip of her wine as she fought the burning heat between her legs.
Richard's skilled fingers traced a lazy circle, drawing closer and closer to the warmth that radiated from Emily's bare pussy.
She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as Richard's index finger slipped inside her, curling upwards, pushing against that tender, sensitive spot. Emily bit her lip, hard, trying to keep her hips from bucking wildly against his touch.
Her brain screamed at her to stop Richard, tell him to cease in his advances. But in truth, she wanted it just as much as he did.
Richard's finger slid in and out of her slippery, wet folds, teasing her clit with each thrust, and she couldn't stop the matching moans that escaped her. Her nipples hardened against her bra, straining against the silky fabric, and her breath came in quick, ragged gasps.
Jack caught Richard in the eye, a cobalt blue glare that served as a silent threat.
Emily fidgeted, her nipples pulsing persistently, clearly aware that they were being watched. She licked her lips, her tongue twisting around her bottom lip like a snake, her eyes never leaving her husband.
With a knowing smile, Richard spread her legs wider, his fingers ferocious at her entrance. He sank into her with a guttural growl, pumping faster and harder as he could. Moaning outrageously, Emily writhed, her body shaking with the force of her own pleasure.
She let out a cruel, shrill laughter as Richard continued his assault on her hot, dripping pussy. Her fingers clawed at her dress, the soft silk tearing under the cruel pressure of her nails. The dim blue lights illuminated her heaving chest as she tossed her head back, succumbing to the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.
"Fuck! Yes!" Emily said, her voice shaking as her orgasm consumes her.
Jack's anger immediately dissipated, replaced with a burning desire, watching his wife of five years on the brink, writhing under the table. Richard, in turn, reveled in the power he had over the both of them.
"You like that, don't you?" Richard growled, his lips curling back in a wicked grin. He fucked her harder, fingers glistening with the proof of her climax. Emily gasped, her chest rising and falling erratically as she fought to regain her composure.
The elegant room around them seemed to blur as waves of euphoria still crashed over her.
Richard smirked, his index finger lingering at her entrance before slipping out. Emily inhaled sharply when he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
Her gaze was fixed on Richard, a mix of shock and awe playing across her features.
Something raw and primal had taken over her body, causing it to respond in a way she hadn't anticipated.
Richard was still watching her, an animalistic gleam in his sharp eyes.
It was impossible to look away, and Emily felt her breath catch as her body responded predictably to his gaze.
"I think it's time to indulge in dessert, don't you?" Richard asked, his voice a low, seductive whisper.
The words were innocent enough, but they sent a spark of longing coiling through Emily's stomach. She knew exactly what kind of 'dessert' he had in mind.
With careful movements, Richard slid from his chair and gracefully knelt on the floor between Emily and Jack, so that his head was aligned with Emily's lap.
He reached up to unclasp the clasp of her dress, letting it fall open, revealing the slightly tanned, toned skin of her torso. Jack couldn't help the feeling of jealousy rise within him, but he swallowed it down, knowing that they were on business grounds.
Richard's fingers, now free of any accommodating fabric, lay across Emily's hips, his thumbs tracing the angle of her firm, sexy ass. He leaned forward, inhaling her cleavage, his tongue flicking out to taste her salty skin.
Emily's back arched as his lips latched onto her engorged nipple. Jack gritted his teeth, watching the scene before him like a movie. His cock was heavy and pulsing in his trousers, pre-cum staining the front of his dress shirt.
She clutched at the back of Richard's head, her fingers wrapping into his silvery hair. "Keep going," she whispered, her voice rough and hoarse with arousal. "God, yes."
Richard didn't need any further encouragement.