Temptation at Work - Lucy's Story

I was surprised to see the strong reactions to Mike's story as people imparted their own feelings of what's acceptable, so I'm curious if this story changes anyone's perceptions of the situation. Since some people seemed unaware, until later, just to be clear, this is a cuck story in the end. It's in the tags, but some people seemed caught off guard, so I figured I'd throw that out in the beginning. For me, there were two antagonists to the story, Mike, being the tangible, and Chad's lack of engagement, being the other, and with that one comes details, not yet shared. And both of which Lucy has to navigate.

This is part of a multistory series. Each story is designed to work as a standalone, but is also told from the perspective of each of the three characters. With that in mind, they each have a slightly different feel to try and account for each character's feelings and personality. The woman's is the longest. The last to be uploaded will be the shortest, having cut out a lot of the timeframe that didn't really involve him anyways. That one also fills in some gaps that were intentionally left out from the other stories. I'm curious if there's any interest in a series where it's told from multiple perspectives. It's a lot of work to line up timelines and conversations for continuity, so I'd love to hear feedback in the comments. Enjoy! Hopefully :)

The office anniversary party was in full swing at an upscale rooftop bar downtown. It was a warm clear night, and the city lights twinkled below. String lights above reflected off the glass tables where employees mingled and laughed, drinks in hand. The air was filled with the clinking of glasses, boisterous conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter.

Lucy stood with her husband, Chad, her best friend, Ella, and a few other coworkers. Chad was a tall man, holding a bottle of beer in one hand and gesturing with the other as he recounted a story to their group. His face was animated, and his eyes always reflected the smile on his face. He was a good man, in Lucy's opinion, but she couldn't shake the feeling of detachment from him lately, due to their lack of intimacy.

Ella, on the other side of Lucy, was engaged in a lively debate with a few others about the latest office gossip. She used to work for the company, and while she'd been gone for some time, she was still friends with many people and often ended up at various functions as someone's plus one.

As Lucy stood there listening to one of Chad's stories she'd heard before, she noticed Mike out of the corner of her eye. Looking over, she saw he was standing at the bar, wearing a black suit with a white shirt and no tie.

Giving her husband a quick squeeze, she said, "I'll be back in a few, honey. I'm going to say hi to Mike really quick." He barely acknowledged her, continuing his story. She approached the bar where Mike was standing, having a drink.

"Mike," she said as he leaned in toward her. She gave him a tight hug, making sure to press against him, but ultimately keeping it brief to avoid giving the wrong impression to anyone who might notice. "You're looking rather dapper tonight." She took a moment to take in the sight of him. He always filled out his suits nicely. He wasn't overly built, but he was well-toned with broad shoulders.

She felt a rush when Mike didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was looking over her body, which was encased in a long emerald green evening gown with a slit up to the middle of her left thigh. "And you are looking..." His words trailed off as his eyes traveled from hers down her body. Shifting her weight under his gaze, she ensured that her leg was exposed through the slit. "... Amazing." She could hear the dryness in his throat and see his Adam's apple bounce, swallowing reflexively despite his dry mouth. His smile was wide as he made direct eye contact again.

She rolled her eyes at him, playing it off as if she had done nothing to solicit this response. Allowing a smirk to cross her lips, she said, "You always did know how to make a girl feel special, Mike." She tried to hold back a laugh, which escaped as a small chuckle through her clenched teeth. But her comment was true, nonetheless.

Lucy and Mike had a long history of flirting back when they worked directly together. He always came across as non-threatening. His comments were more jokes than genuine attempts to hit on her. They were generally just cheesy lines, delivered with so much humor that they couldn't be taken seriously. With that safety, though, came a comfort level for Lucy to push things further than she should have. The result was a definite underlying sexual tension, even if they never took it any further.

Lucy saw Mike lean toward her while his eyes moved around the patio. "You know, I remember when we used to talk like this in the break room."

Lucy felt that familiar rush and warmth rise from her chest, recalling the days at the height of their flirting. She could see the smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he fought to keep it from becoming a full smile.

Their flirting had diminished once she started dating Chad. To Lucy, it always seemed that the abrupt end of that dynamic had come more from Mike's side. For her, it had always been playful and therefore harmless. It had never stopped when he was dating someone else, but if her seeing someone made him uncomfortable for some reason, she respected that and was grateful he was considerate of her relationship.

Smiling as she remembered the times he was referring to, her eyes lit up at the thought of the inappropriate comments they shared over the years. "Yeah, those were always a fun time,'" she said, watching his eyes continue to scan the area as if avoiding her gaze. "But we were never caught, were we?" She saw his mouth tighten into a smirk that he seemed to be trying to restrain until he finally looked directly at her. They shared a knowing smile as memories of long-past, inappropriate comments came and went.

After a moment of shared reflection, Lucy finally broke the silence. "Well, I suppose I should get back to Chad and Ella. I just wanted to say hi quickly when I saw you over here." She looked back toward the group she had been with previously and saw Chad still chatting away, as was his nature. Ella, on the other hand, was watching her like a hawk. Lucy had shared some of the comments she and Chad had exchanged in the past because she found them funny and wanted to share with someone. Ella never seemed overly fond of it. While it may have been harmless fun, Ella always cautioned against letting it go too far, worrying that it might give Mike the wrong idea. Now that Lucy was married, she could only imagine what opinions Ella might have, especially since they were still best friends, and Ella was aware of the current frustrations Lucy was having with the physical aspect of her marriage.

Chad and Mike always got along. They may not have been friends who hung out, but they always had an easy rapport with each other. Coming back to the moment, Lucy said, "Be sure to come say hi to Chad. He was asking how you've been just the other day." Finally looking back at Mike, they exchanged another quick hug. It was one of those stiff hugs, the kind where one arm wraps around from the side, which seemed more obligatory than affectionate. Knowing that Ella was watching them made her a bit uncomfortable. She realized she had been a little more flirtatious than usual, and Ella's gaze made her feel slightly ashamed.

She heard Mike's small chuckle before he answered, "Of course. Let me do the rounds, check in with my team, and I'll come say hi shortly."

As Lucy made her way back toward the group, she caught Ella's eyes on her. The moment she got close enough, Ella leaned in.

"What was that?" she asked, keeping her voice low enough for Chad to not hear.

Lucy blinked, playing dumb. "What was what?" She reached for her drink and took a sip.

Ella raised an eyebrow. "You and Mike. That looked like more than a simple 'hi.'"

Lucy shook her head. "Oh, come on. We've always talked."

"Mmhmm," Ella hummed, unconvinced. She cast a glance over Lucy's shoulder, toward the bar. "Well, whatever you said, he looks like he's still thinking about it."

Lucy resisted the urge to turn around too quickly. Instead, she casually glanced back and, sure enough, Mike's eyes flicked away the second they met hers. A small, knowing smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he lifted his drink.

She turned back to Ella, who was watching her like a hawk.

"See? Totally normal," Lucy said lightly, but her voice was just a little too breezy.

Ella sighed, taking a sip of her wine. "Just be careful, Lu. I know you."

Ella finished, watching Mike work his way through the party. Ella liked Mike, he was charming, funny, and a good-looking guy. However, she also knew that people could make bad decisions, and the fact that her best friend could be a very sexual woman who was currently unsatisfied could definitely lead to poor choices.

Some time passed as they all socialized, with people coming and going from various groups, including Lucy, who went to say hi to others. Chad's extroverted personality and the fact that he had been around her coworkers for so long made him comfortable enough to find plenty of people to talk to without her. His memory for people's names and what was going on with them allowed him to slip easily into conversations as he caught up with everyone.

Eventually, Lucy and Ella made their way back to where Chad had been holding court and settled in, Lucy having gotten them all a fresh round. She was starting to feel a bit tipsy as the night went on. Finally, Mike found his way over to them.

He was holding a glass of whiskey, wearing that charming smile of his. "Chad, great to see you, man," he said, clapping him on the shoulder. Chad grinned, and they exchanged a quick handshake.

"Mike, good to see you too, bud. You're looking sharp," Chad replied, taking a sip of his beer.

Turning to Lucy, "And Lucy, as always, you look stunning," he commented, nodding and lifting his glass slightly.

She watched the conversation continue as Chad told his stories and Mike humored him. In a show of solidarity with her husband, she laughed at his quips and rested a hand on his forearm, smiling lovingly up at him. In reality, it was the way Mike kept stealing glances at her that made her feel a bit heady, especially in tandem with the alcohol. Men always seemed to think they were being slick, that women wouldn't notice them looking-, but they did. The quick glances, or the way a man would turn to feign interest in something else when a beautiful woman walked by, giving him an excuse to be looking in her direction.

The problem was that Lucy was loving it. As much as she was happy with Chad, outside of one significant problem in their relationship, knowing that Mike was looking at her with those hungry eyes made her feel desired in a way she hadn't experienced in some time. It warmed her from the inside out. She received looks and compliments all the time, but the long flirtatious nature of her relationship with Mike, combined with the fact that it had never escalated, left her wondering about what could have been. What he was like in a relationship or, sometimes, what he was like in bed. Typically, these thoughts didn't impact her much, but the sudden intensity in the way he was looking at her tonight, coupled with the alcohol lowering her inhibitions and the pent-up sexual frustration she had been experiencing, made her feel a raw sense of power and desire.

Lucy couldn't help but notice Mike's subtle glances toward her. They lingered just long enough to border on to long, yet were discreet enough not to draw attention. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the festive atmosphere, but she could feel her heart race a little more each time their eyes met.

She smiled and nodded along with the conversation, but her mind was wandering. She found herself wondering what it would be like to be alone with Mike again, like they used to be when working on the same team. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly chastised herself. This wasn't the time or place for such thoughts, especially not with Chad right there.

Ella noticed the glances and smiles exchanged between Mike and Lucy and gave her a questioning look, but Lucy just smiled and rolled her eyes, as if to say, "Not this again." Ella would never understand the dynamic between her and Mike, and Lucy didn't try to explain it. It was something she didn't fully understand herself, and it wasn't something she needed to justify. Eventually, Mike excused himself to continue making the rounds, and Lucy and Ella decided to hit the dance floor while Chad continued to socialize.

Ella took a moment to talk to Lucy. "Lucy, I know you think Mike is just a harmless flirt, but you need to be careful. You're married, and he's... well, he's Mike," she said, her voice trailing off. "I just worry that sometimes you two get a little too close for comfort."

Lucy laughed, dismissing Ella's concern. "Oh, please. You know Mike and I have always had this banter. It's all in good fun. I think you're making something out of nothing," she stated, nudging Ella playfully.

Ella rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Maybe you're right. But still, be careful, Lucy. That's all I'm saying," Ella replied, her voice softening. Lucy just smiled and took another sip of her wine. She loved Ella, but sometimes, she got a little nosy.

"Well, I'm going to go grab another drink. Do you want anything?" she asked.

"No, I'm good. I'm going to go find Bill and check in," Lucy replied, glancing around the crowded rooftop as she gave Ella a quick hug.

Spotting him, Lucy made her way over to Bill, who was deep in conversation with a group of employees. Seeing her approach, he smiled broadly.

"Lucy, you look lovely!" he exclaimed, giving her a warm hug. "How's everything going?"

"Oh, you know, just the usual," she said in her lighthearted and bubbly way. "Just catching up with everyone here."

Bill's smile was always warm and comforting. "Well, you're doing a great job. I don't know what we'd do without you."

Lucy felt a warmth spread through her at Bill's praise. He'd always been an advocate for her and was the one who had hired her, even though she wasn't going to be working directly for him at that time.

"Thanks, Bill. That means a lot to me," Lucy said, her voice softening with gratitude. She appreciated Bill's support, not just as a manager but as a friend. He had always been there for her, offering guidance and encouragement, and she knew she could always count on him.

Bill gave her a warm smile, his eyes lighting up. "You deserve it, Lucy. You're one of the best in the business. I'm just glad I get to work with you."

Lucy felt a flush of pride from Bill's words. She knew she was good at her job, but it was always nice to hear it from someone else. The conversation shifted to small talk about each other's families and idle chit-chat with the others standing around until she eventually headed back to Chad. As she stood there with him, her gaze began drifting to Mike once again. He always had a casualness about him that made people feel at ease and willing to open up. While that air of casualness wasn't her style, she did admire it about him.

Turning her focus back to Chad, she put an arm around his back, resting her hand on his waist, and leaned into him. He casually placed his arm around her shoulders in return. With her libido running high tonight, his body felt warm and good next to hers. She wanted them to slip away to their hotel room and maybe rekindle that spark that seemed to be missing lately. She just needed that connection again, and she was thinking that maybe tonight was the night. Leaning into him more, she rested her head on his shoulder for a moment as they chatted with others.

As the night went on, the crowd started to thin out. Couples slipped away to their rooms, and the employees who didn't have rooms at the hotel began heading home. Lucy and Chad were among the last ones left on the rooftop. Both Mike and Ella had left long ago.

The night was winding down, leaving the rooftop nearly empty, save for a few stragglers. She leaned into Chad, feeling his warmth. "Should we head up to our room?" she asked, smiling at him.

Chad looked down at her, his big smile lighting up his face. Nodding, he said, "Sounds like a plan. I'm beat, anyway." He took her hand, interlocking their fingers naturally, just as they had done a thousand times before. They said their goodbyes to the remaining guests and made their way to the elevator. When the elevator doors closed, Lucy felt a rush of excitement.

Chad pressed the button for their floor, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope that tonight might be the night marking the end of another dry spell. She leaned against the cold wall of the elevator, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. Chad stood next to her, his eyes focused on the numbers above the door as they lit up one by one while he prattled on about the various people he had spoken to that night.

Lucy took a deep breath as she looked up at Chad, a small smile playing on her lips. "You know, I've always loved elevators," she said.

Turning to her with a puzzled look on his face, Chad asked, "Really? Why's that?"

Lucy shrugged, her body flush under the bright, harsh light of the elevator as opposed to the dim light they had enjoyed on the rooftop. "I don't know, there's just something about them. The idea of doing something in one, knowing it could stop unexpectedly at any moment... It's just the thrill of it, I guess." She leaned in, her hand reaching up to touch his face, her fingers tracing his jawline.

Suddenly, the elevator chimed, signaling their arrival at the floor, and the door slid open. Lucy took Chad's hand, leading him out of the elevator and down the hall to their room. Pulling the key card from her clutch, she swiped it, and the green light indicated they were allowed entry. She pushed the door open, with Chad following closely behind. As they stepped inside, she turned to face him, her hands going to his tie, loosening it and removing it with a flourish before moving to his shirt and starting to unbutton it. Suddenly Chad gently grabs her wrists.

"Lucy, I'm really tired," he said gently, as he pulled her hands away. "I just want to get some sleep. It's been a really long day."

Lucy's grin faded slightly, but she didn't step back. "Come on, Chad. It's been a while and we're in this nice hotel room," she said, trying to entice him with her voice. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, but he merely gave her a quick peck instead, followed by a soft kiss on the temple, his arms wrapping around her in a gentle hug.

"I know, honey, but I'm just so tired tonight," Chad replied softly, his arms still holding her. Lucy felt a spark of irritation ignite within her at his words. She had been feeling this way for weeks now, and he was always too tired. Tonight, she had been so sure that things would be different, especially given how affectionate he had been on the roof and knowing they were returning to this nice hotel room they had booked. She took a step back, out of his embrace, her arms crossing over her chest as she sighed in frustration.

"You're always tired, Chad. And I'm always left wanting more." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she tried to keep from raising her voice, but the weight of her words hung heavily in the air between them.

"Lucy, I'm sorry. I just had a long day, and the party was... well, it was a lot." Chad ran a hand through his hair, his eyes searching her eyes. "I promise, tomorrow. I just need to sleep," his voice was soft with exhaustion.

Lucy nodded, but the disappointment was evident in her eyes. She turned away from him, her arms still crossed over her chest. "Okay, goodnight then," she said, her voice barely audible.

She walked away from him and made her way to the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she leaned against it, her breath was erratic and her heart raced. She couldn't believe how quickly her hopes had been dashed. She had been so sure that tonight was going to be different, that they were finally going to reconnect. Taking a deep breath, she tried to shake off the disappointment, but her body still hummed with unspent desire, even through her disappointment. She walked to the tub, sitting down on the edge, and leaned over to take off her heels. As she did, she could feel the cool satin material of her dress sliding across her thighs. She remembered the thrill of intentionally showing her bare leg through the slit to Mike earlier and the sense of exhilaration she felt under his gaze.

Her mind drifted to Chad, trying to reignite the earlier passion she had felt. She started to imagine his hands roaming her body, his lips trailing kisses along her skin. As she leaned back against the wall at the start of the tub, her eyes drifting closed, and her thoughts starting to wander. Her hands slid up her thighs, dragging the dress with them, until the slit gave her access to her smooth mound.

She imagined Chad's hands, tracing that same path, his calloused fingers brushing against her most sensitive spots. A soft moan escaped her, her hips shifting as she began to rock her hand against herself. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, and her heart raced as she slipped deeper into her fantasy. As her body began to respond, she found that her mind wandered. Chad's face blurred in her mind's eye, replaced by another--Mike's smirk, his hungry gaze, and the way his eyes lingered on her tonight, taking the place of Chad's. She tried to push the thought away, but it was persistent and insistent. Her hand moved faster as she started to give in to this taboo fantasy, her breath hitching as she imagined Mike's hands on her instead, his mouth tracing the same line her hands previously had.

Her jaw clenched as she tried to remain quiet, while her body tensed from the building orgasm. Her hand moved faster as she pulled her fingers out of her channel to focus on her clitoris. As she neared the edge, she imagined Mike's tongue, lapping at her. She could feel the roughness of his stubble against her inner thighs and labia, his strong hands holding her in place as he devoured her.

She imagined seeing him look up at her from between her legs, those intense eyes locked onto hers as his mouth worked her into a frenzy. Her fingers started to move faster, pushing deeper into herself as she let out a soft moan, trying to keep her noises down so Chad wouldn't hear her. Her other hand roamed over her upper body, gliding over her dress. She slid her hand over her stomach, feeling the muscles contract and release, then over her breasts, stimulating the sensitive bundles of nerves capping them. Over her sternum and to her own throat, she imagined his hand gripping her. She allowed herself to enjoy the illicit fantasy of Mike's tongue--hot and wet--probing her and scooping her fluids from their source, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her bucking body in place. She could feel her body starting to tremor, the pleasure building quickly as she thought of him, his hands roaming over her body, his mouth claiming her. She was so close, her body aching for release. She felt like her body was ready to snap.

Finally, she exploded, her body convulsing as she bit down on her fist to muffle her cry. Her legs shook and her back arched as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The orgasm was intense and quick.

"Shit," she gasped, coming back down to reality. She quickly cleaned herself up, finished undressing, and slipped back out into the room. Chad was fast asleep, snoring softly, content in his own world and oblivious to hers.

A couple of weeks had passed since the company party, and Lucy was sitting on her living room couch, a glass of wine in hand, when her phone buzzed with a text message. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Mike's name flash across the screen. She wondered why he might be texting her at this hour.

Mike: Hey Lucy, you busy?

Lucy's mind raced as she sat there, staring at the screen. She couldn't think of anything going on at work that he would need to talk to her about, but if it wasn't work-related, then what else could it be? They hadn't really talked since the party, outside of a few brief texts to clarify some details about clients. She took a sip of her wine, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tried to decide what to say before ultimately deciding to keep it simple.

Lucy: Just sitting on the couch watching a little TV. Why, do you need to talk about something urgent?

Mike: Not at all. I just wanted to say it was good seeing you at the party the other week. We never get to catch up anymore now that we don't work together directly.

Her heart skipped a beat as she thought back to the party. She had been pretty tipsy by the end of it, but she remembered all of the flirting that had happened throughout the night. Lucy looked over at Chad and saw him playing a game on his phone while half-watching what was on TV. Yeah, I bet you enjoyed seeing me, she thought to herself with a little smile.

Lucy: It was good seeing you too! It's been a while.

Mike: Yeah, it has. Things have been crazy. How's Chad?

She glanced at Chad again reflexively in response to the question. While she had been frustrated the night of the party, he had been true to his promise of making it up to her the next day when he woke her with morning sex. It wasn't the greatest sex they'd had, and perhaps it was quicker than she would have liked, but at least he made good on his promise.

Lucy: He's good. Just got back from a business trip. They had to go to a conference out of town.

Mike: That's right, I remember him mentioning that at the party. How's he liking the new company?

Lucy: It's not really new anymore. He's been there just over a year now. But he seems to like it ok.

And Chad was doing fine, she thought, but he didn't seem to have any drive in his new job. He was just kind of going through the motions. She didn't need him to be the breadwinner or to work his way to the top, but she did want to see him enjoy what he was doing and push himself, not simply go to a job to collect a paycheck.

Mike: Wow, has it really been that long? You two always seem busy. From the looks of your social media, you're off somewhere every weekend.

Lucy smiled at her screen as she imagined Mike looking at the pictures she'd posted.

Lucy: Stalking my social media now, are we? lol Yeah, we've constantly had something going on. Either a wedding, a reunion, helping family. The list goes on. I need a break!

Mike: Well, how else am I supposed to see pictures of you in a bikini? Haha. But yeah, I can imagine. I know work's been crazy for you too.

Lucy's eyes bulged and her face immediately flushed at his comment about seeing her in a bikini. Her eyes darted to Chad to see if he was paying any attention. She was never the best at hiding things, and her face tended to give her away. Her mind raced at the concept of having this secret conversation while her husband sat just a few feet away. It wasn't that Mike had seen her in a bikini that got to her, she had obviously posted them for anyone to see, but the fact that he said it was the reason he was looking at her social media in the first place.

Chad never seemed to notice her anymore when she wore a bikini, so the fact that he even commented on it had to be part of his jokes. But the idea of someone appreciating her looks was a secret turn on for her, sending immediate butterflies to her stomach. She had always been a bit narcissistic, but she worked hard to keep it in check.

Lucy: Perv! Well, at least someone wants to see them.

Mike: So, you say you could use a break. How about a drink this weekend? Catch up, and you can tell me all about your trips of yours.

As her heart raced, she considered his offer. It had been a long time since she'd gone out socially with Mike. While they seemed to have rekindled their flirting, they had never crossed a line before, even when they were both single, so why should now be an issue?

Lucy: I'd like that. A night out with no responsibilities sounds amazing right about now.

Mike: Great! How about Friday? There's a new wine bar downtown I've been wanting to try.

Lucy always tried to be honest with Chad and rarely kept anything from him, so she didn't want to start sneaking around behind his back now.

"Hey honey, you know that new wine bar downtown I've been wanting to try?" she asked Chad.

"Yup," was all the response she got, so she pressed on.

"Well, since you're not a wine guy and I know it's not really your scene, do you mind if I go have a drink there with Mike from work?" She believed they had all known each other long enough that Chad trusted Mike and would be okay with it.

"Yeah, that's fine," he answered. "When are you planning to go?"

"I was thinking Friday since we have plans over the weekend. I'll see if we can keep it early and aim for 7, if that's okay," she offered.

"Sounds good. If you're going to be out, I might head to the bar to watch the game, if that's alright with you," he said.

"Yeah, that's totally fine," Lucy replied as she returned to her conversation with Mike.

Lucy: Sounds perfect. I'll meet you there at 7?

Mike: Deal. Can't wait.

The rest of the week seemed to drag on, filled with Lucy's excitement for a night out somewhere Chad wouldn't go. These days, he was either glued to the TV or playing video games, and that wasn't exactly her idea of a good time.

On Friday, the day seemed to fly by as she rushed through a few projects, trying to finish them up before the end of the day. Lucy felt a bit scattered as she thought about seeing Mike after work. She hadn't seen him much since the party, and when they had crossed paths, she hadn't had the chance to really talk with him, instead, she found herself distracted whenever he walked by or when she had to go to his office.

Before she knew it, it was 5 PM, and she was gathering her things to leave. She planned to stop by the house quickly to change and freshen up. She also decided it would be best not to drive her car so she wouldn't have to worry about drinking, or the downtown traffic.

Arriving at the wine bar, she took in the dimly lit interior, with all the wines on display both behind the bar and in racks scattered around the open space. There were cozy booths, little tables, and of course, the bar itself. Scanning the area, she noticed Mike sitting at the bar, and if she was being honest with herself, she was glad he wasn't in a booth or somewhere more intimate.

Walking up to him, she placed a hand on one of his shoulders, prompting him to turn around, a wine glass already in hand. His eyes quickly ventured over her figure, the dress displaying her attributes to their best advantage. This may be just a friendly drink, but there was no reason she couldn't feel beautiful and enjoy being appreciated by Mike or anyone else at the bar, right?

"Hey there," she said with a smile. "Sorry I'm a little late."

As Mike stood up, Lucy appreciated his physique as well. Leaning in, they hugged and she couldn't help noticing the pleasant scent of his cologne. The look he gave her and her apparently heightened sense in that moment made her acutely aware of her body. She could feel her breasts flatten against him, and as they parted, she smiled as he looked her up and down once more.

"You look amazing, Lucy. I'm glad you could make it," he said finally.

Catching his gaze for just a moment, she looked away, surprised as heat rose from her chest to her face. Flushing with excitement from being so openly admired, she replied, "Thank you, Mike. You clean up pretty nicely yourself."

"So, how's work been? I feel like it's been forever since we caught up," he added, signaling for the bartender.

"I know, right? Work has been insane lately," Lucy replied, her tone laced with exhaustion. She let the bartender know her choice of wine. "I mean, I love what I do, but sometimes I wish I could just take a break and not think about deadlines and proposals for a change."

" I can certainly relate to that. So, what have you been up to? Besides work, I mean." Mike was eyeing his wine, as if he was trying to not stare at her.

"Not much, honestly, just the usual. Work, family, trying to squeeze in some time for myself here and there. You know how it is." She shrugged, attempting to hide her boredom with her life at the moment. She loved her job, but it was consuming her existence, leaving her with the sense that there was nothing outside of work. Her romantic relationship with Chad left her unfulfilled in that department as well. She yearned for the spark between her and Chad once more, but each lull in their love life widened the rift between them.

Lucy looked up at Mike and saw him give a slight nod.

"Yeah, I do," Mike replied. He looked as if he were studying her. "And how has Chad been doing? You mentioned he was at a conference recently."

"He's been doing well. He seems to be doing okay at his job. Sometimes he seems stressed, but I think he likes it. How about you? How have things been with you?" She didn't want to talk about Chad right now, she didn't want thoughts of him to dampen her mood. She was out to have fun, not wallow in self-pity.

"Things have been good. My team's doing well and producing," Mike finally replied after what felt like a pregnant pause.

Lucy sensed that there was more he wanted to say, but she also didn't want to spend the night discussing work. This was supposed to be an escape from all the stress. "That's good," she responded, "but I mean with you in general. How are you these days?"

"Things are alright. I've been working a lot, just putting some money away for some personal goals," he said diplomatically. "To be honest, I've felt a little... I don't know. Restless, I guess."

"I know what you mean," she said quietly. If anyone could relate to that feeling, it was certainly her. "Sometimes it feels like life's just passing me by, you know? Like I'm going through the motions but not really living."

"I get it," he replied, his voice low and intimate. "There's more than work, but that certainly seems to be all my life consists of these days." Mike signaled for another glass. "Maybe that's why I texted you the other night. I was hoping for a distraction, a break from the monotony."

His words brought an inner smile to her as she sipped her wine. Hearing someone say she brought a spark to their existence made her feel desired. "I'm glad you did, it's always good to see you."

This was the feeling she wanted when she went out tonight. She craved an energy with someone, not just another work-related discussion. She knew she should be putting that energy into her marriage, but how many times could she talk to Chad about the same grievances without him making any meaningful effort to change? If some harmless flirting with this attractive man was going to help her feel fulfilled, then so be it. They had flirted before, and while it had always been innocent, it made her feel good to have someone talk to her that way.

She watched a smile spread across Mike's face. "It's good to see you too, Lucy. I've missed our talks."

As their small chat continued, Lucy noticed that the conversation began to take a more risqué direction, with comments and innuendos becoming less and less veiled.

"You know, Lucy, I've always admired the way you carry yourself," Mike said, his voice low as if he were choosing his words carefully. "You always seemed so put together, so confident."

"Yeah? So you've been stalking my social media to see my confidence come through, huh?" she teased, recalling their previous texts when he had mentioned her in a bikini. Lucy was getting tired of dancing around the flirting, the wine was doing its job of lowering her inhibitions.

She hadn't felt desired by her husband in so long, that the attention of another man was difficult to resist. If Chad was always going to look at her as if she were walking around in a trash bag, then she'd seek that sense of desire from someone else. Lucy knew her worth, and she felt like Mike appreciated her for who she was. She took a sip of her wine as she thought back to the party and the way Mike had looked at her. The way he responded to that initial hug when she squeezed him a little more than she typically would, his arms pulling her in, compressing her body against his, even if only for a brief moment. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she remembered how he had made her feel.

Looking up at him, their eyes met, and she saw that same hunger reflected back. Lucy was impressed that Mike's eyes never left hers as she put him on the spot, calling him out for ogling her online.

"I plead the fifth on that one. No comment. But you do carry yourself well, Lucy. Like I've said, it's one of the things I've always admired about you."

Admired? Is that the term you're going with? Lucy thought to herself. "Well, thank you, I appreciate it," she responded, matching his politeness before getting perhaps a little to personal and real. "Chad certainly doesn't seem to notice these days. I can't seem to get him to pay attention to me." She couldn't help the frustration that slipped through in her voice, as the wine lowered her internal filter.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she heard him say. His apology felt empty, especially as she noticed his gaze settling on her cleavage for a moment. "If you were my wife, I don't think I could keep my hands off you."

"I know, right!" Lucy exclaimed, "I'm fucking hot!" She hadn't meant to blurt that out, and it caused her to fight back a laugh, even as a smile spread across her face. She may not have meant to say it, but it was exactly how she felt. Mike eyeing her like prey confirmed it, even though she didn't need that validation.

A quick laugh burst from Mike, and then, raising his glass as if to toast her, he said, "While I can't argue that, I gotta say, I didn't see that one coming."

She couldn't wipe the grin from her face. Mike's attention was creating a feedback loop between them. He fed her ego, and she flirted more, which made him respond in kind. She noted how it was progressing further than she had intended because she always tried to keep her vanity in check. But when someone looked at her the way Mike was, that intoxicating sense of power, combined with the alcohol, could sometimes get the best of her.

Trying to reengage her filter, she took another sip of wine. "But really, it's true. I work hard to keep this body looking good, and it's nice to have someone notice." Unfortunately, her filter failed to do its job, as the words that came out of her mouth intentionally kept the focus on her body. And he clearly saw the green light to continue showering her with compliments.

"Well, I noticed. You looked incredible at the party. Clearly, you know that though," he said, appraising her once more.

"Seriously, I was hot, wasn't I?" she quipped. She could feel the color washing over her as her face flushed from his telling her that he was blatantly checking her out at the party. It's nice that he admits to having "noticed" her, but she wanted him to be blunt in his appreciation of her assets.

After a moment he took another sip and replied, "You always are, Lucy." It wasn't the directness she was hoping for, but she'd take the win in the fact he implied she was always hot to him.

Lucy leaned forward, blatantly putting her cleavage on display as a visual feast, resting her elbows on her crossed legs. She could feel the line of her dress struggling to contain her as her breasts pushed against it as she teased him.

"Mike," she said to him just loud enough to be heard over the chatter around them. Why are we sitting at the bar again when there are all of those comfy booths we could've been sitting at? she quickly wondered to herself. "I've missed this. Missed us. The back-and-forth was always fun and made me feel... well, I don't know what I felt, but it's always been fun, that's for sure."

"I missed it too. It was always fun talking with you like that, knowing it was our little thing," he answered back.

Lucy watched him start to squirm a little in his seat. This was new territory for them. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the action causing her dress to ride up, revealing more skin. She watched Mike take in the smooth skin teasingly close to revealing secrets he had no business seeing or knowing.

Feeling the heat rush through her, she finally sat up straight, grabbed her glass of wine, and savored the last of what was left. She knew she needed to go before she got carried away any more. The idea of the night had been some simple flirting and breaking up the daily routine. This had already gone much further than she had anticipated.

"Well, that's probably enough wine for me. I should get headed home to Chad." She knew even though they'd been out for a couple of hours, he was probably still at the bar watching the game, but she decided she needed to remove herself from the current situation, before she did something she couldn't undo.

"Right. I guess we should both head out," Mike replied, shaking his head a touch as if a hypnotist had just snapped his fingers and brought him out of a trance. "I'll wait outside with you until your ride comes though."

When Lucy went to settle her tab, Mike offered to pay, but she declined. She'd already gone further than she knew she should with her flirtations, the last thing she needed was for him to have paid for her drinks as well. She didn't want there to be any semblance of an implied debt to further muddy this new dynamic they were forming.

As she finished ordering her ride, she hopped off the barstool and walked ahead of Mike. Her typically bouncy stride was replaced with a more subtle swish of her hips, intentionally causing her skirt to flit from one side to the other. She knew she was toying with him, showing off a little, but she couldn't help it. The wine had loosened her inhibitions, and the attention had her blood pumping.

As they reach the curb, she looked down the street for a car with a little sign in its window. It was only a couple of minutes away and should be pulling up any moment. When she didn't see it, she looked back over her shoulder to make sure Mike was still behind her. He hadn't made a sound since they left their seats. She could see the tension in his jaw and his eyes clearly glued to her ass. She couldn't be offended, she had exaggerated her step with that sole purpose, after all.

"Mike... Mike? Mike!" It took her saying his name three times before he snapped out of his reverie. The way he was so deeply absorbed in his thoughts brought a fresh wave of heat to run through her body. The same hunger that had been growing all night, like a slow burn, was constantly building.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just... lost in thought for a second," Mike said, fumbling his words. He was clearly trying to act casual, like a child who knew he had just gotten caught doing something he shouldn't, but was trying to play it off.

"Lost in thought, huh?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow. "You sure it wasn't just my ass you were lost in?" Her grin crossed her face once again. "I only said your name three times." If he only knew how much she loved the way he was looking at her.

"Guilty as charged," he said with a laugh. "You look amazing tonight, Lucy. I couldn't help myself. Sorry." There was a look about him that almost seemed as though he was uncomfortable.

Lucy turned to face Mike directly, as she reveled in the fact that he was caught staring at her. She gave him a light slap on his arm, trying to give him an out by making it all lighthearted, even though the entire exchange fueled her arousal that she'd been trying to deny all night. She was ok acknowledging the stroke of her ego, which made her feel desirable, but the idea of just how much that desire was causing a visceral reaction was another layer to process, and she just wasn't ready for it yet.

"Well, I guess I can't blame you. I am fucking hot, after all." The words slipped from her mouth jokingly. She didn't mean to say them, but even as they stood there, that last bit of wine was working its way into her bloodstream when it got to her brain, it told her that all of this was perfectly ok. It's just words.

She watched Mike flounder as he looked for an appropriate response, until his eyes shifted past her, as her ride pulled up.

Looking back at Mike, she gave him a little wink. "Well, that's me. Thanks for the drinks, Mike. And the view," she said, but her thoughts were more along the lines of "saved by the bell." The obvious bulge in his slacks had drawn her attention.

"See you around, Lucy," was all he could muster, before closing the car door behind her.

As the car pulled away, she looked back through the tinted window to see him watching her car depart. She wondered if he was even aware of the fact that he just grabbed and shifted himself while standing on the curb of the busy downtown street on a Friday night. She felt the familiar flutter in her stomach knowing that she was the one who made him do that.

Lucy settled back into her seat, and the lack of external stimulus left her to her own thoughts in the backseat of the quiet car. The driver tried to make idle chit-chat with her, and while she tried to not be rude, she was far too distracted to carry on a conversation with someone she didn't know. She was thinking of their conversation. As she thought about his reference to her in a bikini and the catalyst that it was for some joking, and then how she used that as a vehicle to drive their conversation earlier. Why part with a long-standing tradition, she jokingly thought to herself as she pulled her phone out and started scrolling through photos until she found what she was looking for. There were various pictures of her in different styles of bikinis. As she gauged each one for the right balance of erotic, but covered.

It's a delicate line, she thought to herself. She had so many pictures, and while some didn't show anything, the style of bikini made all of the difference, nonetheless. Pondering a few options, she settled on one that covered her enough but in a way that left areas exposed, giving the allure of seeing something more. It was a yellow-colored slingshot bikini that covered all the important parts, but the lack of a strap running between the breasts left the viewer with a hope of it becoming displaced and exposing herself. Or the idea of how easily you could simply shift it out of your way, or remove it entirely. It also left her hips completely exposed, giving the effect of being nude, even though you weren't.

She had bought it to tease Chad with in the hopes of getting his attention, and while he did do a double take, he commented on its sexiness and gave her a kiss, but that's as far as it went. He ended up continuing on with what he was doing, seemingly not giving it a second thought.

Smiling as she considered the picture for one last moment, she was sure that Mike would not react with the same indifference. Attaching the picture to a text, she quickly sent it off before she could second-guess herself.

Lucy: Thought you might want to see this.

Feeling the heat rise from her core, a slight tremble ran through her fingertips. The phone was nearly glued to her hand, her eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for a response. Her patience was too short at the moment, and she didn't give him much time to respond before following up with another text.

Lucy: That one didn't make social media. Bikini was a bit much... or little.

Her mind raced at the thoughts that must be going through Mike's head.

The fact that she had sent the picture, knowing full well it was more provocative than anything she had ever posted online, sent a quiver of anticipation down her spine. The thought of Mike seeing her in it sent a thrill through her that excited her.

She couldn't help but worry if she had gone too far. What if he thought she was coming on too strong? What if he thought she was being inappropriate? She had always been confident, but this was new territory for her. She had never been the one to initiate something like this.

After what seemed like several minutes, even though it was seconds of him taking the time to devour the picture, he finally responded.

Mike: Dear god! That's ridiculously hot, Lucy. I don't know what to say, but I know what I'll be doing when I get home... At least you can get some when you get home.

The wine, the attention, the flirting, it was all too much. And she wanted to feel even more. What crossed her mind was, "I hope you get off while you think about me," but what she said was-

Lucy: I can't get him to look at me, let alone touch me, lately. So you get to look at me tonight instead.

Mike: Well, I'm certainly not going to complain. I hear showerheads are a good quick substitute lol

Lucy: That's true. I've never loved the shower, though. I like to feel how wet I can get. The shower just washes it away...

Her words were true. She loved feeling the slickness allowing her fingers to effortlessly glide through the folds.

Mike: Nice. Are you the super wet type then?

It was Lucy's turn to stumble mentally. The directness of his question caught her off guard. At the same time, it made her hyper aware of just how wet she was in that moment.

Lucy: Yeah, super wet.

Looking up at the rearview mirror, she saw the driver watching the road as he drove. The thrill of having this conversation, even if it was by text, while this complete stranger drove her home was like throwing gasoline on the flame of her arousal. Sliding down a little further in her seat, she pulled the hem of her dress up, letting her fingertips slip over the smooth skin of her thighs as the dress led the way.

She heard the phone vibrate on the seat next to her but ignored it until she finished what she set out to do. Spreading her legs as she continued to watch the driver's face in the mirror, she slipped one of her hands between her legs. There was no hiding how aroused she was, and she wondered if the driver could smell her. The thought turned her earlier quiver into a full shiver.

Using her free hand, she grabbed her cell phone, getting a wicked idea that she was sure would get his heart racing. Unlocking the phone, she opened the camera, setting it to video, checking to see if it was bright enough in the car, and decided that the passing city lights would be sufficient. Her other hand took a moment to smear her own fluids over herself before probing inside her. Removing her fingers, she scooped up some of her own nectar, ensuring there was enough to thoroughly coat them.

She started videoing her hand as she opened and closed her fingers to fully demonstrate the thick fluids that stretched between them. After filming no more than 5 seconds' worth, she quickly sent the video to Mike before reading his text.

Mike: That's so fucking hot. I love that quality in a girl.

She felt herself flush as she read his reply to her comment that she was super wet. Looking back at his previous one, she realized she missed the word "type". He was asking in a general sense whether she typically got super wet, not actually asking if she was super wet right now.

A moment of embarrassment washed over her, but it didn't last long before it was replaced by the excitement that she had just accidentally pushed the line a considerable amount further than he had intended with his question.

Mike: Holy fuck! You can't send me something like that and still expect me to be a functioning adult! What'd you do, just pull your panties aside right there in the car and take the video? That's so fucking hot!

Her heart raced as she read his response. The wine and the attention from Mike made her feel more alive and daring than she had in a long time. She looked down at herself, her legs spread, her fingers glistening with her own arousal, and thinking about the fact that she did this while the driver was close enough that she could touch his shoulder. The idea of Mike seeing her like this, and knowing what she was doing to him, awoke parts she'd suppressed long ago.

She couldn't help but smile as she typed her response.

Lucy: Aww, aren't you adorable? And no, I didn't just pull my panties aside because I never wear any unless I have lingerie to put on. When I'm turned on, I'm always super wet. I can't help it. I've always been this way. And clearly, I'm super wet right now, Mike.

She wished she could see his face, see his reaction to her words. She slid a hand back between her legs as she started to subtly masturbate in the backseat of this stranger's car while texting with her coworker. Her comment to Mike was true, there were no panties standing sentry over her womanhood, no obstacle to hinder her pleasure.

Her hips had a mind of their own as they rolled back and forth under her hands' well-practiced ministrations. It was all Lucy could do to choke down any moans and minimize her upper body's movements to avoid attracting the attention of their driver.

Mike: You're such a tease. You know that, right?

Lucy: Who, me? I'm not teasing. I'm just being honest.

At this point, Mike's texts were almost more of a burden than a source of arousal, as the interruptions were keeping her from reaching the proverbial summit of her desire.

Mike: Well, even if I was joking earlier, this driver can't get me home fast enough right now... I can't believe you did that with the driver sitting so close you could touch him.

OK, maybe his texts aren't a complete distraction, she thought, reading the implication that he intended to go masturbate to her when he got home. She wondered if she should tell him that she was taking care of herself right now, driver be damned. In the end, she decided to leave some things unsaid. This would be her little secret. Not only from the driver but from Mike as well. However, she would acknowledge having taken the video.

Lucy: Eh, he can't see back here. Plus, it makes it a little more fun doing it right behind his back. So does a girl get a preview?

She added the last sentence as a half-thought, her hand wanting to get back to her lap. A couple of moments later, she received a picture.

Mike: Here you go.

It was a picture of his hard-on through his pants. The material was compressed on either side, clearly demonstrating the erection and his size. It was nice, but what she really wanted was a video showing him losing his load over the thought of her.

Lucy: Nice, but not exactly what I was hoping for... prude lol I want something equal to what I sent.

??? And here I thought girls hated it when guys send that type of stuff.

Lucy: What? So I like knowing that I can turn a guy on.

Mike: If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a little narcissistic.

Reading his text, she thought to herself that maybe he was finally starting to catch on. At least he was in the ballpark. The alcohol, along with her heightened state of arousal, was hindering her decision-making, so she decided to share one of her biggest secrets with him.

Lucy: Then clearly you don't know better because I am lol Yes, I turn myself on, and I'll masturbate while thinking of just me. I like hearing that you're going to go home and jack off thinking of me.

Mike: In a car with another person. I can't exactly give you the full view right now.

Lucy: Full view? So... you're packing?

Lucy was getting more lost in her own moment, and her responses at this point felt obligatory rather than a genuine desire to continue talking to him. She wanted to reach her climax in this stranger's car before she got home. There was also the chance that Chad could be home, denying her the opportunity to finish there.

Mike: Let's just say, no complaints lol I'll give you a peek if you give me one.

Lucy: I don't know, you might be surprised by the view you get...

If he only knew what she was doing while she tried to maintain this conversation.

Mike: Oh yeah? Why don't you show me then?

Sighing quietly to herself and not wanting to discourage him after she had escalated things, she quickly snapped a picture up her skirt, being sure to keep her thighs together and pulling her dress over the top to minimize the flash for the driver.

"Sorry, I accidentally took a picture!" she quickly said, trying to play it off as an accident. She briefly reviewed the picture to ensure it didn't really show anything before sending it off with a text so she could get back to the task at hand.

Lucy: Well, I think you still owe me for the video you got, so this is the best you get for now.

She was so close to reaching her goal as her hand continued to manipulate her most sensitive areas. The fact that she received another text barely registered, and it took her a moment before she grabbed her phone to reply.

Mike: Damn, that's hot. You're a tease, you know that?

Needing the conversation to end, she decided he would never know a little white lie.

Lucy: Perhaps. Home safe and sound! Goodnight, Mike. Sweet dreams

Mike: You too, Lucy. Thanks for the drinks and the talk. Talk more soon.

She returned to what she had been doing and ignored the new text when it came in. Her hand slid back and forth over her mound, the slickness allowing her to easily catch her clitoris between her middle and ring fingers, letting it slip back and forth as she smeared the evidence of her arousal down over her perineum and finally to her crinkled, quivering rosebud.

Palming her clit, she drove two fingers inside, trying to reach the orgasm that had been eluding her for too long. With no more distractions and knowing she was getting close to home, she hooked her fingers to apply pressure to her G-spot. Her pace quickened as she began to chase her release. Biting a finger to stifle a moan, she finally reached the apex of her night and her arousal.

Her eyes alternated between squeezing shut and checking on the driver when, finally, one of the times his eyes met hers through the rearview mirror. She was at the end of her orgasm when it happened, but the unexpected connection with a complete stranger during her most vulnerable and intimate moment prolonged the orgasm with another wave, causing her body to shudder. As she came down, she straightened herself out, thinking she couldn't get home fast enough.

When they finally reached her destination, she meekly thanked him for the ride and gave him a five-star review. She walked to her front door and into the house, oblivious to the noise her hand was making in the confined space of the car, and that the music was too subtle to hide the squelching sound that came from between her legs.

Upon entering the house, Lucy found that Chad wasn't home yet. Thankful for the moment to herself, she headed to their bathroom to clean up and wash away all of the traces of her night's activities. Then, she busied herself for the evening as she waited for Chad to get home, thinking she would try again tonight. Maybe if he had a few drinks at the bar, it would lubricate his own desire, and maybe she would get lucky.

Lucy woke up in the morning with the lingering need that went unsatisfied yet again the night before. She got out of bed, ready to hit the gym and work off some of her frustrations.

The night's events kept replaying in her head, her interactions with Mike, the flirting, the pictures, and the video. With the effects of the wine long worn off, she felt embarrassed about sending the video. She was still going to have to see him at work and while their exchange was satisfying in its own way, she had to be able to have a professional relationship with him.

As she got dressed and prepared for her workout, she couldn't help but continue to think about the video. Had he done what she wanted? Did he touch himself while thinking about her? The thought of him pleasuring himself with her image sent a surge of desire through her. Yet all of these thoughts conflicted with the propriety she felt as a married woman. Happily married, other than one aspect, no less!

Nevertheless, she couldn't shake the thought. As her mind wandered over the idea of him using her image to pleasure himself, it simmered in her brain once again. She remembered that he had sent her a text while she was still in the car, but she was too distracted to read it.

Finally ready to head out to the gym, Lucy opened her phone for the first time that morning to see what Mike's last message said, only to find that she actually had two from him. Swiping through the unlock screen and navigating to her texts, she saw the first innocuous message, which barely registered.

Mike: You too, Lucy. Thanks for the drinks and the talk. Talk more soon.

But it was the second message that grabbed her attention. It was a video, and the starting frame displayed clearly and proudly what this video was of. The sight of his hand wrapped around what could only be referred to as his cock immediately took her breath away. With last night's desire and the heady feeling of the wine she had consumed now faded, she felt caught off guard and uncertain about the fact that he actually sent her a video.

Quickly locking her screen and ensuring it had gone dark, she reflexively looked around the room. Consciously, she knew Chad was still asleep, but her nerves kicked in, making her confirm that no one was around before she slipped out the door.

She drove to the gym, not touching her phone again as she tried to push the image of what she had seen from her mind. Yet, the more effort she made to forget it, the more it occupied her thoughts. She couldn't concentrate enough on anything else to bury the image, so it lingered at the forefront of her mind, whether she wanted it to or not.

By the time she parked her car, curiosity had won out. Grabbing her phone from the center console, where she had tossed it upon entering the car as if it might burst into flames, she tapped the screen to bring it back to life. Her head darted around the parking lot, making sure no one was standing outside her window as if waiting to catch her in this distasteful act of watching her coworker masturbate to her.

While her mind spiraled into increasingly absurd thoughts, her fingers deftly navigated to the video. With one final glance around her immediate surroundings, Lucy hit play. The screen filled with the sight of Mike's strong hand wrapped around his thick cock. The video was shaky as he rapidly stroked himself with firm, deliberate movements. The speed at which his hand flew up and down the length of his shaft, coupled with the froth building at the base of his crown, made it obvious that he was already close to his orgasm. The sound of his hand sliding against the moisture of his precum filled the car, and Lucy's heart began to race.

She couldn't believe what she was watching, it was so raw and intimate. Mike wasn't a boyfriend, or even a guy she'd already been intimate with. Heck, he wasn't just some nameless, faceless stranger on the internet, not that she'd ever done that. He was her colleague, her friend! And yet, here he was, jerking off to a picture or video she had sent him. The thought thrilled and terrified her all at once.

It was as though time stood still while she watched. It had only been a matter of seconds since she started the video before she jumped. The engorged head finally spewed forth his seed, catching her off guard as though she was afraid it would splash against her face and clothes, leaving her to explain the mess to Chad somehow.

Taking a gasp of breath, she realized her lungs had seized, refusing to work during those previous seconds. A gasp escaped her lips as she watched what seemed like a substantial amount come forth, disappearing from view from the angle she had. She continued to watch until his hand stopped moving, with a rivulet still running down from the opening to the corona of the flared head, finally parting ways from his penis and pooling in what appeared to be neatly trimmed pubic hair.

The screen went dark, along with her thoughts. Looking up, she didn't know what to think as her neurons struggled to start firing again, trying to bring her back to the moment. Coming to her senses, she opened her phone once more and immediately deleted the video. Regardless of how she felt, though she wasn't even sure of that yet, its existence on her phone simply wasn't allowed.

Surely the best thing she could do was get that workout in and burn off any energy she had until her body was too exhausted to consider what she had just watched. And that's exactly what she did, or at the very least attempted. She tried to keep the part of her mind that was still reeling from what she'd witnessed too preoccupied to process what had just happened, but her body, well, for the most part, that was something she could control. Her mind, not so much.

Dripping with sweat, she made her way back to her car. She knew she was in for serious soreness the next day, but that was a good thing. Physical pain was a welcome distraction from her mental turmoil.

As she settled back into her seat, the memory of the video still occupied her inner eye. In that moment, sitting in the same spot where she first saw Mike's penis, she justified that she needed to reply to him. She couldn't request a video along those lines, especially since this was more than she had actually expected, and then ignore it. That would only make things more awkward between them, creating a massive elephant in the room every time they were together.

Lucy: Well, good morning to you too!

The text felt more flirty than it should have, but how does one respond to that first thing in the morning? It would have been different had she seen it last night, but she hadn't. She had been focused on keeping herself busy until her husband came home, only for him to unceremoniously go to bed half-drunk.

Now, she sat in her car, drinking a smoothie she had gotten from the juice bar inside as yet another futile attempt to occupy herself. She decided she would only give Mike two minutes to reply before she would try to push aside any thoughts of him for the day and go about her business. A short, strict deadline to--

It hardly felt like thirty seconds had passed before his reply came in.

Mike: I'm guessing you got the video I sent last night?

Lucy: Oh, I did. I didn't see it until this morning, but... let's just say it came in handy. Got my heart rate up before I even got into the gym.

She couldn't believe she was having this conversation so early in the morning after doing everything she could to banish thoughts like this from her mind. She had really pushed her body at the gym to limits she never had before, trying to clear these exact thoughts, so why was every text she sending sounding flirty and encouraging?

Mike: Well... it only seems fair considering the video you sent me

Lucy: Touché! But still... it was a nice surprise this morning.

The text had come out as a reflex, but in reality, she wrestled with the fact that it was true. Married or not, drunk or not, morning or not, she couldn't deny her nature. She loved having that effect on him.

Mike: I was hoping you'd think so. And I didn't want you to have to just imagine it, especially since you seemed interested in what you'd see.

Lucy: lol, true. And it did not disappoint.

Mike: Good to know! I was worried I might have taken it too far.

Lucy: No, not too far. Although I was surprised by it, and that you sent it in the first place! I never really thought you'd go through with it. Not that I'm complaining.

She quickly followed up with a second text.

Lucy: After all of the flirting over the years, who would have thought it'd ever actually get to this point?

Mike: Yeah, honestly, I never thought we'd cross that line either. But I'm glad we did.

Lucy: So... what now?

Mike: Now? Well, I guess we just keep doing what we've always done. The question is, do you want to pretend last night never happened?

The question hit her heart like a bullet. She knew the correct response was yes, last night should've never gotten to the point it did, and I made a horrible mistake manipulating you. But once again, her fingers told a different story.

Lucy: I certainly don't want to pretend it never happened. I had fun last night, more than I've had in a long time.

Mike: Me too, Lucy. Me too.

As she read his text, her heart was racing. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't deny the excitement she felt. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Should she continue down this path, or put an end to it before it went any further?

Lucy: So... what's next then?

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Lucy reminded herself that she needed to move on with her day. All of this is a problem for another time, and she quickly sent a follow-up text.

Lucy: Well, I've been sitting in my car at the gym, so I better get on with my day. Will I see you around the office on Monday?

Mike: I should be around.

Lucy: Well, dream of me till then, sweetie.

She typed the words almost as a reflex as she prepared to pull out of her parking space.

Mike: Well, I already did once this morning while in the shower...

Lucy was thankful she was still in the parking lot as her car read the new text alert. She pulled out into traffic, telling her phone to text Mike.

Lucy: That's so hot.

She came to a stop almost immediately as the light at the intersection turned red on her. Traffic was minimal around her, and the wide road only had one other car going her direction, and it was two lanes over.

In a moment of weakness prompted by his proclamation that he'd already thought of her this morning, she grabbed her phone, quickly stuffed a hand inside her pants, wedging open the waistband as she hunched her hips, in an attempt to expose as much of herself as she could. Using two fingers, she parted her labia and snaped a picture. It was crude and rushed, but it should be more than enough to make his blood boil.

She sent the picture with another message.

Lucy: Best I could do while sitting at a light, but hopefully it's enough for you to put to use enjoy your weekend Mike!

Mike: Well it certainly just got better... I mean holy fuck. I think my brain is operating at the capacity of a teenager right now. I hope you have a good weekend as well.

Lucy tried to focus on her weekend and the plans she had with Chad. The monotony of daily life as a married couple seemed to weigh on her compared to the excitement of the last... Well, not even 24 hours since she met up with Mike downtown.

She drove the rest of the way home, her mind racing with thoughts of Mike and the way he made her feel. A feeling of guilt nagged at her for flirting with another man while married to Chad, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the rush of desire and the way Mike's unabashed attention made her pulse race.

As she pulled into her driveway, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before going inside to face her husband. She had to push thoughts of Mike aside for now and focus on her life with Chad. She loved him, even if things had been strained lately, and she couldn't let herself get carried away with a momentary thrill, risking everything she had built with her husband.

Walking inside, Lucy greeted Chad with a smile, choking down the feeling of excitement that lingered from her texts with Mike. It was a struggle, as she compared that to the constant rejection of her affection that she received from the man who actually had her. He had to know how lucky he was to have her at his disposal, right? Maybe she could use this building energy to entice Chad.

As the day went on, Lucy tried her best to be present with Chad. They ran errands together, grabbed lunch at their favorite café, and even went for a walk in the park afterward. But no matter what they did, Chad acted as if it were any other day, with all of her sexual energy oozing from her going unnoticed.

She found herself wanting to check her phone constantly, but she knew there was no point. It only served to emphasize the danger of the game she was playing with Mike. And when a notification did come through, her heart would skip a beat. It was never a text from Mike, but the image of the video he'd sent seemed permanently seared into her brain. The thought of it had her dopamine levels running high and kept her libido in overdrive.

Doing everything she could to refocus, she spent the rest of the weekend trying to be the best wife she could be. She was attentive, laughed at Chad's jokes, and even made his favorite meal for dinner, even though he loved to cook and was often the chef of the house. He seemed to appreciate it, but the night passed like so many before.

"Maybe I just need to shut this part of me off," she thought. "I need to find a way to suppress my sexual desires, lock them away, and focus on the positives in our relationship." She convinced herself she could do this, and considering the alternative, it certainly seemed like the most respectful option, even if it wasn't a healthy one. What other options did she have if Chad wouldn't reciprocate her affection? Perhaps therapy was an option? But would he go?

On Monday morning, Lucy woke up before Chad, careful not to wake him as she slipped out of bed. She padded quietly into the bathroom and turned on the shower, she washed quickly, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts about Mike and the explicit exchange they'd shared. Today was the first day she'd have to face him since the drastic shift in their relationship.

Upon arriving at the office, she went through her Monday morning routine, checking her calendar, completing a couple of progress reports, and then attending to her email. One of the emails was from a prospective client she'd been chasing for a while, and they agreed to meet with her to review her most recent proposal.

Lucy felt a surge of excitement. Closing a deal was where she got her rush from her job, at the idea of getting a contract signed and knowing she had successfully persuaded someone to see things her way. Tidying up her office, she made sure everything was in order before heading over to Bill's to let him know she would be out for a while.

As she started to head toward the door, she remembered Mike, having almost forgotten he should be around, as her mind raced through the details of her last proposal. Figuring she should at least stop by to say good morning so he knew she wasn't avoiding him, she headed down the hall toward his office.

"Good morning!" she cheerfully greeted him.

Mike looked up from his desk, his expression softening into a smile as he saw her. "Good morning!" he replied.

Seeing the glint in his eye naturally opened the floodgates of memories. It was all she could do to limit her teasing as she asked, "How was your weekend? I hope it wasn't too hard on you." Her eyes instinctively glanced in the direction of his groin as the memory of the video flashed through her mind once more. "I bet 'he' had it rough," she whispered with a mischievous grin as she glanced towards his groin.

The hoarseness of his voice, as his throat seemingly went dry made her feel heady. "It was fine, thanks," he managed to croak out. "Just hung out and passed the time admiring nature's beauty. You know, the usual."

She took a moment to lean against his doorframe and stare at him with a smile plastered across her face. Finally, she spoke again, "Well, I actually have to head out to meet a client, but I wanted to stop in to say good morning. I wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't avoiding you." As she turned to leave, she paused and looked over her shoulder once more, her eyes briefly cast down as if looking at her own backside.

"I'd hate for you to be preoccupied or distracted all day," she added. With that, she gave a brief shimmy. She knew from previous conversations that he appreciated a nice ass, and she wanted him to remember hers as she left the room.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Her meeting had gone well. The clients requested some time to compare her proposal with a few other options they were considering, but she was confident she would win them over. It was just a matter of time. The remainder of the day was spent managing her current clients' needs as part of the usual daily grind.

It seemed that the meeting had been a good omen, as she signed off on another contract that afternoon for a new small customer. While sitting at her desk processing their requests, she heard a quick knock at her door. Before she could even look up, the door was already opening.

Not waiting for Mike to say anything, she stood up as he stepped into her office and greeted him with a simple, "Hey you." Her bright smile was still plastered across her face, a reflection of the high from her recent success. She rounded her desk, removing the barrier between them, and perched herself on the edge.

"Hey yourself," he managed, closing the door behind him. "Busy day?" he asked, leaning back against the door.

Lucy noted his hands tucked into his pockets and couldn't help but wonder if he was using them to hide anything beneath the flat front of his slacks.

"Not too bad, especially considering I had to deal with Mr. Hard-To-Please," she said, referring to her earlier meeting. She looked down for just a moment before glancing back up at him with a pouty expression in her eyes. "But I hear you had a... difficult employee stringing you along as well." She lowered her voice so no one outside her office might hear, playing coy. She also didn't want to be too obvious about herself in case someone did hear them. She batted her eyelashes at Mike as if to play coy.

Thankfully, Mike was quick to pick up on her game. "Oh, you mean the one who's been giving me a hard time all day?" he said, pushing off from her door and taking a step closer. "I think I might have found a way to keep her occupied."

"Oh really? And how do you plan to do that?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head to feign innocent curiosity.

Mike continued to close the distance until he was practically toe to toe with her. "Well, I thought I'd start by having some team-building exercises assigned to her," he answered, running his hand along the edge of her desk toward her side.

Lucy watched his hand glide along the smooth wood surface before grabbing the lip of the desk, giving it a little push and pull as it stood firm. Looking back up at his face, she noticed he had that same goofy expression he always wore when he was feeding her a cheesy line. She simply raised a single eyebrow, inviting him to continue.

"Maybe I'd even assign her some mandatory overtime so she could plan some high-performing extracurricular activities," he said.

Regardless of his tone, she knew he was trying to hide what he really wanted to say under the goofy smile. His proximity combined with his words caused her heart to race. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and she struggled to meet his gaze but was determined not to show how much he was affecting her. Instead, she did her best to maintain the playful banter.

"And what sort of activities would those be exactly?" she asked.

He leaned down slightly closer to her eye level, maintaining his advantage but tilting his head to one side. "Well, maybe we'd start with something simple, like her giving a presentation on a topic of my choice. And if she did well, maybe she'd get a little reward."

The way his eyes looked down at her from his angle captivated her, regardless of her attempts to reassert her dominance in the situation. Her body wasn't complying with what her brain was telling it to do.

"A reward, huh?" she replied, her voice thick with intrigue. Finally managing a deeper breath, she jumpstarted her muscles, reclaiming some control. "You know what the problem with this little plan of yours is?" She sidestepped, making no attempt to avoid brushing her breasts against his arm and thereby gaining some distance as she retreated toward her safe zone behind her desk.

"What's that?" he asked, his feet rooted in place, his eyes never leaving her as she slinked around the edge of her desk.

"Well, for one thing, this particular team member doesn't take orders from you because she's not on your team," she said, as her nails scrapped along the desk as she walked around. "And for another, I don't know that you could handle a presentation from someone of that caliber."

Finally reaching her home base, her psychological power position, she leaned across the desk. She watched her own hand find the knot of his tie, then snake down the center of his shirt. She intentionally dragged her nail over each button, creating little clicking noises as it snagged, flicking out from under her nail and continuing down the trail.

"I think it might be too... stimulating for you," she continued slowly, timing her words to coincide with her hand reaching his belt. Her eyes lifted to his face, and her mouth remained slightly open as she took a deep breath.

"Is that so?" His gaze was still fixed on her hand.

When her eyes met his again, her legs suddenly felt unsteady at the sight before her. She could clearly see the movement beneath the surface of his slacks.

He shifted his weight, leaning in toward her, and the change in posture brought her hand just a tad closer to his rapidly unfurling desire. "And why is that exactly?"

Pulling her hand back, she mirrored his posture, leaning in, an act of defiance to show she wouldn't back down. "Because I'm not one of those little bimbos you like to pick up at whatever dive bar you found them trolling," she retorted. She knew he didn't actually do that, but she wanted to get under his skin and assert her value.

Just then, a sudden knock on the door interrupted them, neither immediately budged, but the door swung open a moment later. Bill entered, seemingly pleased to see them both. "Hey, Mike, what are you doing here?"

Seeing Mike straighten up first, she followed suit, casting a smile in Bill's direction. She was amused by Mike's quick response to Bill's question as they shook hands.

"Just testing her negotiation skills, and overcoming objections," he answered.

Bill seemed unconcerned and quickly turned his attention to Lucy. "I'm heading out for the day, and I'll need a summary of the meeting with your client from this morning before you leave. Think you can get it to me in the next hour or so?"

Gathering her senses, she replied, "Sure, I can have that together for you shortly." She pulled up her chair behind her desk, signaling that she was ready to focus on the task at hand.

As Bill turned to leave, he said, "Have a good evening," waving over his shoulder.

Mike watched Bill exit and responded, "You too, Bill. See you tomorrow." He glanced back at Lucy one last time. "Well, I suppose I should let you get to it then. I'll see you around."

Before turning to leave, she noticed him adjust himself with a brazen casualness. There was no pretense in what he was doing, just a grab, a shift, and then he turned and walked out of the office.

"Good night, Mike!" The fun was over. It was time to get back to work, and she needed to kick her newfound distraction out of her office. Mike had once again won out in capturing her attention, but now she had to focus and try to shake the last visual of him from her mind. The impression of his size, which she'd caught a brief glimpse of, was undeniably impressive.

Several days passed without any further exchanges between Lucy and Mike, apart from the usual interoffice pleasantries. Mike seemed to be keeping his distance, which she was grateful for. She had a lot on her plate as she tried to land a notoriously hard-to-please prospect. She was in the home stretch, needing only to make a few last-minute edits to the contracts. Nothing that would be a dealbreaker.

To make matters more complicated, Bill had just informed her that he would be taking some time off due to a family emergency. While she understood the situation, it was terrible timing for her. He was going to ask Mike to step in and cover his team while she was out.

Though she appreciated Mike and respected his work, this was not the ideal circumstance. She knew how good he was at his job, she had witnessed it firsthand during their past collaborations. The problem was that lately, whenever they found themselves in the same room, things seemed to go sideways. She had to make sure she didn't give him an opening. She needed to keep her mind clear and focus on the tasks at hand.

As she continued to work through a stack of notes, she heard a knock at her doorway. Looking up, she saw Mike standing there and forced a smile to him.

"Hey, Lucy, got a moment?" he asked in his typical friendly tone as thought nothing had happened between them.

"Absolutely," she replied, maintaining her smile. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

As Mike stepped in and took a seat in one of her chairs, he said, "Well, I just spoke with Bill. He's heading out tomorrow for a couple of weeks, and he asked me to keep an eye on things for him."

"Yeah, he mentioned he was going to ask. It's nice of you to step in," she said, stretching her smile in an effort to express gratitude for his assistance, despite her underlying concerns.

"Of course. He also mentioned you have a client who's been a bit needy lately. I told him I'd check in with you to see if there's anything you need from me or how I can help," Mike replied.

"That's awfully generous of you, but I think I have everything under control." She studied Mike for a moment, reminding herself that she needed to set her concerns aside and maintain her professionalism. She finally said, "Although, there is one thing you can help me with..."

Mike leaned back in his chair as if settling in. "Ok, whatcha got?"

"Well, I'm supposed to meet with this client tomorrow morning here in the office, and I need to go over the latest drafts of the contract with them." She glanced across her desk at the various paperwork and notes spread out before her. "I could really use a fresh set of eyes on everything to make sure I haven't missed anything. The last thing I want is to overlook some ridiculous clause and end up having to come back with revisions over something petty."

Lucy watched as Mike stood up and moved toward her window. "Sure, I can do that. When do you want to go over them? Tomorrow morning before your meeting?"

"Actually, I was thinking today. I want to ensure I have enough time to make any changes if I need to. Are you able to stay late tonight? I can order food since I'll be keeping you from any dinner plans you might have." Opting to stay late was a calculated decision. She knew she needed to get the paperwork done and didn't want to rush through it in the morning, even if she theoretically had the time.

He turned away from the window, offering her a warm smile as he responded, "Sounds good. I'll be here. See you later this afternoon. Is there anything I need to know before we review the contracts?"

Lucy quickly gave him a rough overview of what they needed to discuss. She laid out all the key points he needed to be aware of and any questions they needed to resolve for the contracts. She had until 4:30 to handle any other business before coming back to wrap everything up neatly.

As the day wore on, she felt increasingly frazzled. The idea of having more work ahead of her loomed over her, a burden she was eager to set aside. With the day drawing to a close, she let her hair down, and slipped off her shoes after repeatedly pacing around her office to gather various items.

It had been a long day, and the stress of looming deadlines was palpable. She was grateful that Mike had agreed to help her out, but it also meant she'd be spending more time with him alone in her office. At that moment, she wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing.

At exactly 4:30, Mike walked through her office door like a cuckoo clock striking one, except he didn't retreat like the clock would. He let himself in, closed the door behind him, and took a seat across from her as she finished up a call.

"Everything going ok?" he immediately asked as she hung up the phone.

Lucy immediately leaned over her desk to pull her laptop closer, having shoved it aside to jot down notes during her call.

"So far, so good. I think I have a handle on this, but I don't want to mess it up." She took a deep breath, her words rushing out. "The client wants to review the revisions to the contract tomorrow morning, and I want to make sure I haven't overlooked anything. I just want to ensure there are no conflicts on our end."

Setting her notes from the call aside, she grabbed a small stack of documents filled with her handwritten notes in the margins. Offering the pile to Mike, she turned her attention back to her laptop and opened the corresponding digital files.

"Here's all the notes on the contract, along with the revisions we've made so far and the key issues the client has been stressing," she explained, turning her laptop toward him. She glanced up to find Mike staring at her, his eyebrows raised and a slightly amused expression on his face.

Pausing, she took another deep breath, attempting to calm her racing mind after a hectic day. "I really appreciate your help with this, Mike. I know you aren't really prepared for this meeting, but I'd love to get your input on it," she said. As her heart rate began to slow, Mike's calm demeanor helped her find a bit of inner peace. "I'll order the food while you take a look at everything," she added, hoping a brief distraction might break the cycle of her overactive thoughts.

"No worries, sounds good," Mike replied, focused as he lowered his head over the documents. His movements resembled a metronome, rhythmically shifting between her laptop and the paperwork. He made notes here, edited documents there, struck through items, and scribbled new thoughts.

After a while, they began discussing details, gradually working through the meal when it arrived. Lucy, engrossed in the content and relief that they were almost done, hadn't realized how close she and Mike were leaning over the desk. It wasn't until she became aware of how much cleavage she likely exposed that she instinctively shifted back in her seat.

The day had taken its toll on her, and as she sank deeper into her plush office chair, a yawn escaped her lips. She stretched, trying to release the tension that had built in her muscles.

"I think that's everything," she said, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "Thanks for your help, Mike. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. I'm glad I could help," he replied, looking up from the documents. "I really think you have everything covered though. You just needed to make sure you keep the focus on those key points when you talk with them tomorrow morning, and you should be golden. I'm sure this'll go off without a hitch."

Lucy rose from her chair, stretching her legs and twisting her back. "I hope so," she replied, a small smile appearing at Mike's confidence in her abilities. "I could really use a win with this client." It wasn't that she wasn't performing well at her job, it was just that she'd been working to bring this particular client on board for so long that it felt like her white whale.

Mike pushed her laptop back toward her, signaling that he was done with it and she reached for her bag to tuck it away. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?" he asked.

With her bag in hand, she moved closer to her desk. "Well, I was thinking I'd go home, soak in a nice warm bubble bath, maybe read a good book, and have a glass of wine..." A small half-moan escaped her lips at the thought of sinking into her oversized tub with a glass of wine. "It sounds so good to just relax before tomorrow morning."

"That does sound nice," he said, a light smile playing at the corners of his lips. She recognized that look and could only imagine the mental images he was conjuring.

"Right?" Her voice came out almost like a purr, a reflex in response to her momentary daydream.

"Chad isn't waiting for you to get home so he can dote on you?" Mike asked, his tone inquisitive but more probing than genuinely curious. She knew he was fishing for something. Given her growing annoyance with Chad, she figured Mike might get what he was looking for.

" Not tonight. I mean, he's home, I'm sure, but the last I knew, when I called him this afternoon, he was just going to be watching a game." The tension in her voice was unmistakable. She had informed him she'd be late, and his response had lacked any sympathy or concern, it seemed all too convenient for him to zone out and watch the game in peace.

"Well, I can't match the bubble bath," Mike said, snapping her back to the present. He gestured to the neatly stacked papers on her desk. "But if you're up for it after all this, I can grab a couple of glasses and a drink from my office to celebrate a job well done."

Lucy's eyes narrowed as she considered the offer. Her guard was already dropping. Having achieved her goal of staying focused on the job had brought her walls down. Now that the work was done, she felt that familiar shift. The sounds of Dan from accounting still roaming the halls, taking calls, made the office feel safe.

A smile broke through. "That sounds amazing. I could definitely use a stiff drink after all of this."

With a slightly weary air, Mike stood up and headed toward the door. "Give me a moment, and I'll be right back."

Picking up her phone, Lucy called Chad to check in. "Hey, whatcha doing?" she asked when he picked up.

"Not a lot. Just relaxing. How was the rest of your day?" he replied.

She sighed into the receiver. "Stressful, but I got a ton done, so I guess that's a plus. Looks like I'm going to be a little later getting out of here, though. I still need to tie up a few loose ends."

"That's fine. I'm just watching the game then. See you later?" he queried.

"Yeah, see you in a little bit," she said, irritation rising within her. She couldn't help but feel annoyed at how quickly he seemed to want to wrap up the call so he could go back to the game. How many games are there in a season? He couldn't spare a few minutes to talk to her? Trying to calm herself, she stepped over to the window, seeking a sliver of peace.

Suddenly, Mike's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Here you go," he said, holding up a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of tequila, along with two glasses. She had never seen him drink tequila himself, but he always kept a good sipping tequila on hand for those who did. You never know when a moment spent sharing a drink can help close a deal or overcome an objection with a client.

"Thanks," Lucy said, taking the offered glass. She inhaled the fragrant aroma before taking a sip. The warmth spread through her, bringing a sense of tranquility she desperately needed.

Looking up, she caught Mike watching her, and her little moment of solitude burst like a bubble. A meek smile, tinged with embarrassment, crept onto her face. She quickly turned away, heading back to the window to collect herself.

"It's a beautiful view," Mike remarked, watching her move towards the window.

"Are you referring to me or what's outside?" She teased, the playful word choice driven by the simmering annoyance from her chat with Chad.

"Both," he replied confidently, leaning against the window frame to face her directly. "But I mean, push comes to shove, I prefer this view over the one outside."

"Is that so?" Lucy chuckled, rolling her eyes. She was torn between appreciating the compliment and her frustration with Chad. Mike's commitment to flattering her was the antithesis of Chad's lack of interest. "And why's that?"

"Because this view is so much more... stimulating," Mike said with a grin.

Lucy regarded his demeanor, noting that his words were devoid of his typical humorous tone. This newfound assertiveness piqued her curiosity. "Stimulating, huh? And what exactly about this view stimulates you, Mike?"

Her throat went a bit dry, prompting her to down the rest of her glass before stepping over to the desk for a refill. Each deliberate movement, from the way her bare feet padded softly against the ground to how she bent and twisted to reach for the tequila, was intentional. She rose up on her tiptoes, her hips bending as she reached the far edge of the desk, showcasing her round backside in the snug pencil skirt.

After setting the bottle back down on the desk, she turned to face Mike again. Once more, he seemed frozen in time, captivated by her form. A familiar warmth surged through her, this time for much more pleasurable reasons.

"Admiring the view again? Or lost in thought once more?" she asked playfully, aiming to put him on the spot. As he looked up, she gently raised her glass to her lips, deliberately drawing his attention to her mouth as she slowly sipped her drink. It was clear that Mike had a thing for her, particularly her backside. She had always suspected it, but this was the second time she'd caught him ogling her.

His intense gaze made her feel heady. She reveled in his attention until he finally replied cryptically, "No, just checking to see if you were lying to me."

She tilted slightly as she tried to process what fib she could have possibly told, or what she might have said that would prompt his questioning. "Lying to you? About what?"

Mike brought his glass to his mouth for a sip of whiskey, deliberately dragging out the moment, as he swirled the last of his drink.. "About not wearing panties," he stated matter-of-factly, finishing off the last of his drink while staring into her eyes.

His response caught her completely off guard, and she couldn't contain a laugh that escaped her lips. The tone in the room shifted from sensual to humorous. "And? No panty lines were there!" This wasn't a question but a declaration. Her integrity was on the line, and she was asserting that she wouldn't lie about something so trivial, especially regarding something he had no rightful business knowing in the first place.

She watched as Mike came over to the desk and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. "Well, to be fair, your blouse could be hiding a thong," he replied. "So for all I know, you could've lied," he finished as he stepped back with his drink in hand.

Cheeky fucker! she thought to herself. "A thong, huh? You know you saw no signs of a thong," she challenged him, smiling at the brazen approach he had tonight.

"All I know is that I saw the hem of your blouse under the skirt. And that could've been hiding a panty line." She could see the smile creeping into his eyes as he tried to keep a straight face with his statement.

Exasperated, her hand came to her hip in playful annoyance. "Are you calling me a liar?" she scoffed at him. "Do you really think this thin little blouse is enough to keep you from being able to tell whether or not I'm wearing panties?"

His only response was a simple shrug of a shoulder and a scrunch of his face, as if to say, "I said what I said," without saying the words.

Was he trying to play coy? Well, two can play at that game, she thought to herself.

Locking his gaze, she slowly turned away from him, with deliberate and seductive movements. Setting her glass down onto the polished wood of her desk, and leaned her weight into it. Her eyes never wavered from his as she looked back over her shoulder. A playful bite of her bottom lip betrayed the grin that threatened to blossom across her face. In her attempt to tease him, her free hand slipped up her hip, fingers grazing the fabric of her blouse, gripping it lightly and invitingly, hinting at the enticing secrets beneath.

Lucy could see the desire in his eyes as he tried to maintain a modicum of disinterest. And that wasn't the only thing belying the degree of interest in what he was seeing. Her own eyes were drawn below the waist as she looked back at Mike, where an increasingly large tent was appearing. The front of his pants was not loose enough to hide the interest he had in what she was presenting to him.

The memory of the video quickly played through her mind once more as she watched, apparently "not so little," Mike came to attention. Of their own volition, her fingers slowly opened and closed, moving back and forth across the hemline of her skirt as it inched the blouse up, untucking it in the most seductive way she could manage in that moment.

"Do I really need to do this to prove it to you? Do I really need to show you that I'm not wearing any panties at all?" The moment took her breath away, it was all she could do to whisper the words. She was a bundle of nerves in that moment. The obvious desire, but she was also still amused and intrigued by this sudden shift in Mike's demeanor as he displayed a dominance she had never really seen from him before. Then there was the fact that they were still in her office, and she had just heard Dan's voice seemingly on the phone again in probably the last five minutes.

She could see his Adam's apple bob in his throat before croaking out, "Well, I mean, if you really feel the need to prove yourself." Mike's eyes darted between hers and her butt as she continued to tug at her blouse.

The look on his face egged her on. "Oh, I do, Mike," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "I really, really do." She could feel her hands tremble as they neared the last holdouts being held down by her skirt. She felt one side come free, and the cool air in the office hit her freshly exposed skin.

She watched as he slowly and cautiously stepped forward once the blouse was freed from its confines. As he approached, she bent even further over, keeping her back arched, the full bend extending only from her hips. Pulling the last bit of fabric free from her skirt, Lucy felt her legs tremble as she displayed herself for his inspection, searching for any trace of a panty line. The material of her skirt pulled tightly against her from the rear. There could be no arguing whether or not he'd be able to find one.

"Do you see any signs of a panty line, Mike?" she asked quietly.

His eyes finally left her posterior to look her in the eye. "No," he managed, before looking back down to assess her once more. "No, I don't see any panty lines."

There was no misinterpreting the look in his eyes. It was the look of a man who wanted to rip her skirt up and take her right there, bent over her desk, to show her what the last month's flirtations had wrought upon her.

Her own breath quickened as her head started to lower, hanging more and more loosely with each passing second as she waited to see what he'd do.

"You know, Lucy, as your boss right now, I should probably reprimand you for such unprofessional behavior in the workplace." His words caused icy tendrils to shoot down her spine, causing her to shudder.

Her head felt almost too heavy to lift, but she managed to look over at him. He was now essentially at her side as he looked down at her. His manhood was nearly eye level as she looked slightly down at it. Bringing her eyes up to his face, she gave him the best pout she could.

"You think I'm being unprofessional? What kind of punishment do you have in mind, boss?" Both of her hands were now firmly planted on the desk with her fingers splayed, almost as if she were preparing to brace herself. She gave her hips a suggestive wiggle, without even thinking about it, keeping her pouting eyes pointed up towards his face.

There was no warning. Not a look that crossed his face, or a sound leaving his lips, or a rearing of his hand prior to making contact. It was simply at his side one moment, and a fraction of a second later, it had struck her ass. Hard! She shot upright, her mind reeling as she processed what had just happened. The noise was loud enough that Dan could've heard it, not that he'd likely know what that single smack was. Her ass burned where he made contact, and instinctively, her hands went to protect it and rub in an attempt to soothe the sting radiating out.

The smirk on his face told her everything. He was pleased with himself and regretted nothing. Lucy suddenly saw Mike in a new way. That single contact that lasted a millisecond and his self-satisfaction from it created an entirely new paradigm for her.

"I can't believe you did that! You know corporal punishment is clearly a violation of company policy, right?" she asked jokingly. She couldn't believe how quickly she went from being stimulated by the interactions to being fully aroused by the way he asserted himself in this moment.

Mike just smiled at her. "And haven't we already established in the past that this is an HR-free zone?" It didn't come out as a question, but almost like a reminder that in his presence, he dictated the terms.

"I don't even remember the last time someone had the nerve to spank me," Lucy remarked. She was thinking back to the last time a man actually took control with her. Sure, she had had guys smack her ass before, during sex or something, but nothing with the kind of force that she'd say constitutes an actual spank.

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The only one she could really think of was at a previous job from years ago. He was a volunteer. He was rough, forceful, and an all-around "guy's guy." They were working alone one day, and while in the back of the store, after some outright teasing on her part, he just took her. Bending her over a counter, he yanked her pants down and just spanked her, telling her she was a dirty whore with the way she teased him. He didn't stop until it felt like her ass was on fire. She was so shocked, her brain was locked up, and she didn't even protest. By the time her brain started functioning again and she realized she should be trying to stop him, she didn't want to. She'd lost her free will and was his to do with as he pleased, as far as she was concerned.

He'd picked her up, placed her on the edge of the counter, and just fucked her. There was nothing sensual about it. It was raw and primal and at first shocking. But in the end, the feeling it caused, from him simply manhandling her and positioning her however he wanted, was one of the most erotic moments of her life.

There's no way around it, he used her. He used her for his pleasure and called her names she was never supposed to be ok with, and she couldn't get enough. When he told her that this was what little teasing sluts like her got, her brain melted. She trusted that if she told him to stop, he would, but she didn't want him to.

The very notion that her teasing drove him to the point of losing all self-control gave her a sense of thrill she couldn't describe, even if it did turn into her being nothing more than a vessel for his release. It was still her body that was bringing him to that level of pleasure. And when he finally finished, he came so hard that she felt droplets land in her hair. By this point, she was bent over a desk in the back office, with her pants at her feet restricting her movement and her shirt yanked halfway up her back. His cum streaked from her hair, down the back of her uniform shirt, and ribbons streaked her ass and over the exposed portion of her back it could reach.

She was sore. She was sore, swollen, and satisfied in a way she never knew existed. She just laid against the desk, barely able to bring her arms up to use as a pillow as she rested her head and enjoyed this new experience, she didn't know would hit her the way it did. She'd been told her whole life that it's her body, her choice, and even though she knew that was 100% true, having someone take all free will away from her was something she couldn't explain. She didn't even care to understand, she just wanted to bathe in the moment and feel his massive load covering her.

Taking stock of her body and catching her breath, she completely forgot about him for a moment until she heard his voice from behind her.

"You look good covered in my cum," he told her. He was sitting in the chair behind her, admiring his handiwork while his legs regained their strength. The sight of his cum dripping down her and the swollen pussy still red and swollen in front of him made him feel like he was on top of the world.

Leaning forward, he reached out to her hips and gripped them to pull himself up with. He took one of his hands and smeared his cum over her ass, and then eventually brought his hand down and smacked her with a stinging smack, the moisture of his cum adding to the sting.

Lucy looked up to see him walking away, headed to the bathroom, where she assumed he was going to clean himself up, while leaving her to fend for herself.

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Mike's words brought her back to the moment as he responded to her comment of, "I don't even remember the last time someone had the nerve to spank me."

"Well, it's not my fault Chad hasn't been doing his job, then, is it?" Lucy noted that he had a degree of arrogance to him that she usually only saw when he landed the customer no one else seemed able to bring in.

Chad's name was not the name she wanted to hear in that moment, and she tried to playfully dismiss any discussion of him. "Chad who?" she asked with a dismissive laugh.

Clearly, Mike didn't get the hint. She saw the expression on his face harden. "So, am I going to be the one to fill in for his shortcomings? I mean, there's no justification in my mind for leaving you unsatisfied."

Her breath was picking up again as she backed up to her desk in a subconscious effort to protect her sensitive bum. Mike was closing in on her until he was close enough that she was looking up at him.

"And you think you're the guy to make sure I'm satisfied, huh?" she asked, trying to at least shift the discussion away from reminding her that she's married and put it on him instead. She figured she'd taunt him so he'd focus on himself. She watched him swallow hard once again as he steeled himself for their verbal sparring.

"I think I am," he replied softly, but assertively. "And based on that video you sent the last time we had a drink, just the thought of me did wonders for you." He paused, his piercing eyes feeling like they were boring into her. "As hot as you are, if Chad doesn't fulfill his husbandly duties, someone's certainly going to try and do it for him. Maybe he just needs to be shown the proper way." The last comment sounded like a throwaway, but the idea caused a fire to ignite in her belly. She could feel the heat spreading, her clit starting to throb with need. She wanted to deny the desire, to push it back down, but she couldn't. The idea of punishing Chad by allowing some other man to play with his most prized possession, her, right in front of him conjured thoughts she'd never considered before.

She felt her tongue make a feeble attempt to wet her lips as her entire mouth went dry. She pictured Mike using her like one boy playing with another's toy, with no thought of caution to not break it since it's not his anyway. Chad having to sit aside and just allow it to happen as penance. "And I thought I had a high opinion of myself. And just how would that go exactly? You showing him the proper way to satisfy me?"

Her breath was ragged, her upper body slumping as she went weak from these new thoughts running through her mind. At this point, it wasn't even Mike that was directly turning her on. It was the idea of Mike being an instrument to show her husband what he's missing and may possibly lose altogether.

"Maybe it would start something like this," Mike started coming in closer. "Maybe I'd start by asking him how fucking blind he is if he can't appreciate the way you look, the way you carry yourself. How every curve of your body seems to be designed just to drive men wild with desire."

Lucy hung on every word as he drew her closer to him, continuing to describe her. "And what else?" she asked with a tremble.

"Maybe I'd tell him how I love the way your ass looks in that skirt," he said, looking down her figure.

Lucy noted that every word was deliberate and every movement seemed intentional. She had seen Mike work with clients before, and this felt like him trying to close a deal. The confusing part was that it excited her more, not less. The way he described her felt like he was building value in a commodity to be traded or bartered. The more he built her value, the wetter she became.

"How I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to grab it, to squeeze it, to feel your soft flesh yielding as I sink my teeth into it." Mike's gaze lingered down as if he were staring at her ass, even though it was shielded from his view by her body.

Electricity coursed through her, and the rising heat made it difficult to form a sentence. "And then?" she asked simply.

"Maybe I'd make him watch as I run my hands up your thighs, teasing you with my fingers, slipping them underneath your skirt, feeling the heat of your skin against mine. Maybe I'd tell him how good you taste as I bury my face between your thighs and make you scream my name."

Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily as she discreetly stimulated herself in front of him. He was so close that she could feel his breath tickling her skin.

"Maybe I'd tell him how good you taste as I bury my face between your thighs and make you scream my name." Little did he know, she did taste good, she had even enjoyed her own taste.

His flattery lingered longer than she was comfortable with. "And then?" she urged, finding it hard to keep her eyes open and stay present.

"Maybe I'd show him how I make you do what I want, how I make you mine right in front of him," Mike continued, the rasp in his voice intensifying the heat within her. "I could show him exactly what you need, how to give it to you, exactly how to make you come undone in my arms."

Her eyes closed at the idea of someone taking her again, like that single occasion from years ago. The thought of being used was enough to make her feel drunk, even without the little tequila she had consumed. "And then?"

She felt his cheek brush against hers as he whispered, "Instead of 'And then,' maybe I should fuck you senseless, right here in this office, on this very desk. Fuck you so hard that I have to stick a gag in your mouth so no one can hear you scream my name."

That did it. Her thighs clamp together, and she shifted her hips. Those last words were enough to help her reach orgasm, while Mike remained cheek to cheek with her. She was still mid-orgasm when her phone went off, shattering her euphoria.

Her body jumped, not from being startled, but from pure frustration. One of those rare moments when she achieved a hands-free orgasm, only to be interrupted so jarringly. Still panting, Lucy reached for her phone.

It's Chad. Of course it's Chad. Not only will he not give her the pleasure she needs so badly, but he interrupts the pleasure she was just experiencing.

"Hello?" she answered, trying not to sound curt.

"Hey honey, I just wanted to know when you're thinking you make it home. It's getting a bit late, and I wanted to check that you're okay," his voice came through the speaker. As frustrated as she was, the concern in his voice reminded her how good of a husband he was in every other way.

"I'll be leaving in just a few minutes. I'm basically on my way," her voice softened.

"Sounds good. See you soon. I love you." Lucy heard the words but couldn't say them back in that moment as she hung up the phone. She did love him, but right now, there were too many conflicting feelings swirling in her mind, and she didn't want to taint those words with her current state.

"That was Chad. He was checking to see when I'd be home," Lucy explained to Mike.

He simply nodded. "Yeah, of course. It's pretty late." He stepped aside, further clearing the way for her. As he moved, her downcast eyes were drawn to his groin. The long tumescent shape had diminished while she was on the phone, but there was a clear damp spot on his gray slacks, demonstrating the state of arousal he was in just moments ago.

Running a hand through her hair, she tried to get control of herself. "Yeah, I need to get going. Raincheck on the rest of that conversation though?" she asked giving him a smile. It was an abrupt end to their flirting.

"Yeah, of course. I'll walk you out," Mike said with a hint of a somber tone all of a sudden.

Having gathered everything she needs for the night, they started the walk toward her car. She could feel her inner thighs smoothly gliding over each other, aided by the silky fluids that had leaked from her just moments ago. The sensation caused her concern about the very real possibility that she could be dripping down her own thighs, and she hoped Mike wouldn't notice anything. With her body tense, she just wanted to get to the car as quickly as possible.

Reaching the doors to the parking lot, she began to feel more relaxed in the dim lighting outside. As she neared her car, she looked over at Mike. "Thank you for your help today, Mike. I really appreciate it. And thanks for going over the contracts with me earlier." And she did appreciate it.

Mike's signature warm smile, the one that draws everyone in, washed over her. "I'm always here to help," he replied, holding her car door open as a courteous gesture.

Could she really just get in her car and drive away after everything that just happened, unceremoniously ending it all with no warning or closure? Regardless of how Mike might be feeling, she didn't know if she could walk away without some attempt at closure.

For that matter, did she even want closure? As she moved to sit in her car, all of the things Mike had said, intentionally or unintentionally, swirled through her mind.

Just as she was about to pull her leg into the car, she looked up at Mike and, without preamble, told him, "Don't think I've forgotten what you said." She lacked the confidence in her words, stemming from this uncharted desire she was feeling, and they came out more as a murmur than she'd have liked. Still, she pressed on. "About how you'd show Chad how to satisfy me. I haven't forgotten a word of it, Mike. And I won't forget it. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll hold you to it." As she got the last words out, she felt a wave of excitement at having vocalized them.

Adjusting to prepare to close her door, she noticed his penis at eye level, her gaze automatically returned to that damp spot on his slacks once more. She guessed he wasn't even aware and gave him a quick wink as she settled back into her seat, seeing that he was ready to close her door for her.

"I won't forget either, Lucy," he said. "I don't know if I could, even if I wanted to."

With a sultry smile, she replied, "Good. Because I'll be thinking of it tonight. Every. Single. Word."

Needing to get home, she set her things down in the other seat and heard her car door close, thanks to Mike giving it a gentle push.

Starting the engine, Lucy began the drive home, the events of the evening swirling in her mind like a tornado. The way Mike took charge, the things he said, and how her body reacted, it was all so foreign yet exhilarating. She couldn't believe she let things go that far at the mere suggestion of Mike's dominance, not just over her, but over her husband as well.

The words he'd spoken and the vivid images he'd painted in her mind felt intoxicating. She reached down between her legs and felt the slickness of her arousal. Her orgasm may have been cut short thanks to Chad, but it was an orgasm nonetheless. One brought on by Mike's words while his cheek brushed hers.

Her phone jolted her from her reverie, the car alerting her to a new text from Mike.

Mike: Hey. I know you only had a couple of drinks, but let me know when you make it home, just so I know.

His concern was sweet, but unnecessary.

Lucy: Almost home already. Just sitting at a light, but I'll text when I'm not driving anymore to let you know when I'm there.

Mike: Hey, here's a fun fact. Apparently, someone else was still in the office the whole time.

She waited until she was just down the street from her house to respond. Was he really so unaware that he didn't hear Dan with the number of times he walked by her office?

Lucy: I'm safe and sound. And yeah, it was Dan in accounting. I heard him a few times when he was on the phone with someone. You didn't notice his car in the parking lot? Heading inside now.

Mike: Wow, I totally missed all of that. Guess I was a little preoccupied at the moment. That could've gone badly.

Lucy: Don't worry, I'm nearly positive he never heard a word he shouldn't have. Makes the memory all the more fun though, doesn't it? Now that it's over and you know how close you were to being caught spanking a subordinate you're supposed to be taking care of?

Unable to resist the last opportunity to flirt, she couldn't help but tease him about his earlier actions. She had been sitting on the street for a few minutes and figured she should pull in. Chad was probably wondering where she was, especially since she should've already been home.

As she pulled into the driveway, she spotted Chad's car in the garage. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to go inside. She needed to have another talk with him about what was bothering her, but first, she had to change and relax. Tonight was not the night for that conversation. Right now, she needed to unwind, let the day fade away, and eventually get some sleep so she could focus on bringing in the new client tomorrow.

Heading inside, she offered a quick hello to Chad before making her way upstairs to change. She dropped her purse and headed to the closet, stripping off her clothes as she walked toward the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Remembering that Mike had texted her, she grabbed her phone to check what he had to say.

Mike: Always the tease, aren't you? I mean, you can't just untuck your blouse, bend over like a little slut in front of your boss, and not expect to have consequences.

Stopping dead in her tracks, she reread the second part of his message. Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced over her shoulder at the bedroom door to see if Chad had come up the stairs. Did he seriously just call her a slut in a text? Moreover, did she just throb in response to it?

Her heart raced, and her breaths turned shallow. There were so many layers to this unfamiliar sensation she was experiencing. A warm flush crept up her neck and across her cheeks as she read the text again.

Heading into the bathroom, she closed the door and turned on the faucet, wanting a moment of privacy as she responded. That simple line in a text brought such a rush of energy, she figured he had just earned himself a little reward.

She experimented with a few different poses, finally satisfied with recreating the position Mike had witnessed earlier, now fully undressed. Cropping the picture so her breasts weren't shown, she made sure the profile accentuated her curves in all the right ways. It wasn't easy, standing in her bathroom under the pressure of spontaneity, but she managed. With a final glance, she sent the picture.

Lucy: Who? Me? Am I? No... Do you mean to tell me that just because I try to prove I'm not a liar to my interim boss by bending over like this, it's enough to warrant punishment?

Her heart raced, and her mind reeled as she realized she had just sent both the text and the picture. "Jesus..." she muttered to herself, trying to concentrate on her nightly routine.

After enough time had passed for Mike to thoroughly absorb her picture, she got his reply.

Mike: Yes, it does. The office is not the place to present yourself like a bitch in heat, especially knowing there are other people still working who could hear or walk in at any moment. No matter how good you look when you do it.

Lucy was impressed. She had expected him to respond with comments about her picture, not to maintain this little game of roleplay, or whatever it was he was engaging in. Not that she was complaining. His words wound her up again, igniting that fire within her. Still, she knew she had to be the bigger person and revert to her earlier resolution to shut out Mike. She needed to get some sleep if she was going to pull off tomorrow's meeting. But not without giving him something else to think about.

Lucy: Well then, I guess I do deserve a spanking. But just know that I can be a good little slut as long as it's worth my while. Good night, Mike. Time for my beauty sleep before my meeting in the morning. Don't ruin your phone, lol.

With that, she ignored her phone for the rest of the night, missing his last text until the morning, which was just a single word- "Night."

Having essentially gotten ready for bed, she decided to spend a little time with Chad before calling it a night.

The next morning, Lucy strode into the office, her head held high and feeling empowered in her favorite suit. Today, she was determined to bring it all home, using every asset she had.

Heading straight to her office, Lucy gathered what she needed and set up the conference room. She reviewed her notes and mentally went over the talking points Mike had recommended the night before.

As she was preparing, Mike popped up in her doorway, not entering but tapping the doorframe with a confident smile. "You've got this. You know where I'll be if you need anything." With a playful wink, he was gone.

And she did. All of her preparations paid off. The meeting went smoothly, she covered everything they asked for, and where she couldn't meet their exact requirements, she was confident she had outperformed her competitors.

Walking the clients out, she passed by Mike and gave him a nod. The smile on her face clearly communicated her satisfaction with the meeting. Once they were out the door, she headed back to her office to take a deep breath. Moments later, Mike let himself in.

"Well?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

Leaning back in her chair, Lucy felt a rush of exhilaration. The hard work was done, provided nothing unexpected came up. "It went well. They want to review the fine print, but it sounds like it's a go."

His face lit up, genuine happiness radiating from him. "That's great, Lucy! You know how to handle them."

"Thanks, Mike. I couldn't have done it without your help," she replied sincerely.

"That's what I'm here for. To make sure you're always at the top of your game. And trust me, this deal is in the bag," he said, always downplaying his own contributions. His philosophy was clear, as long as the people under him looked good, he looked good by default. He didn't need to take credit. Even though she wasn't technically on his team, that was just his default attitude.

She appreciated the support, but she also knew that her job wasn't quite done yet. "It's not done until the last contract is signed. You taught me that," she reminded him.

"Did I?" he asked, pushing himself upright. "Huh, that sounds too pessimistic to be me. My money's on it being a done deal." He walked further into her office with a confident swagger.

Lucy couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach at his words. She had always known Mike had faith in her, but hearing him express it so confidently sent a wave of warmth through her. "Well, I do have a couple of good mentors," she said, standing up as he sat down. Her energy began to ramp up.

He's right, she thought to herself. As the idea that she had brought it home, other than the formality, started to set in, she felt a restless excitement from closing the deal. "And I appreciate all your help. Really, I can't say thank you enough." She walked in loops around her office, her energy antsy and unfocused.

After so much work and time, she had essentially finally landed the biggest client she'd ever pulled in on her own. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she stared blankly at the floor, wringing her hands, one foot stepping in front of the other as she continued to circle.

Startled when she suddenly felt hands gripping her shoulders, she looked up to see Mike standing in her way, calling her name. "Lucy!" He smiled at her, clearly amused by her restless pacing. "Go home," he told her.

What does he mean? "Go home? What do you mean?" she asked, not understanding why he was telling her to do that.

She heard him chuckle, and a smile spread across his face. "Yes, go home, Lucy. Take the day to celebrate. Tell Chad to take you out or something. You did a fantastic job, and there's nothing urgent that can't wait a day."

Lucy finally registered what he was saying and realized that he was right. The proposal was in, and now it was just a waiting game for the official approval.

"You're right," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I know Chad can't take off, but that doesn't mean I can't treat myself, right?" He had a lot going on at work, and his boss wasn't the type to let anyone take off without notice. He always required a two-week advance request to approve any time off. But maybe she'd pamper herself today, and even though it was her day, there was no reason she couldn't do something nice for him when he got home, so they could enjoy a lovely evening together.

Mike nodded. "Absolutely." He gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Now go on, get out of here."

Unsure of what else to say, Lucy flung her arms around him, wrapping them tightly behind his back. She held him in as tight a hug as she could manage.

"Thanks again, Mike," she sighed into his chest.

After a moment of stiffening up, he gave her a bear hug, allowing her to hold him for a moment longer. The warm embrace was calming, and she felt a newfound gratitude for him.

When she released her grip, he did as well, letting her step back. Giving him one last smile, she turned to her desk to collect her things. It was only 10:30, so she had a full day ahead to enjoy.

Lucy headed out to her car, feeling lighter than she had in months. She spent the morning treating herself to a much-needed spa day, starting with a mani-pedi, followed by a relaxing massage. From there, she managed to get in for a haircut. By the time she finished, she felt like a new woman. Still buzzing from the morning's victory, the pampering only added to her euphoria.

Deciding to make a quick stop at the mall to pick up a few things, she thought about the nice evening she had planned with Chad. While she really wanted to go out to celebrate, she managed her expectations and opted for a cozy night in. The reality was that even though this was her day, poor Chad was still at work, facing a busy schedule, and both of them would be back to work tomorrow.

She spent a few hours browsing through the stores, eventually picking up a few items for herself, adding retail therapy to her day, along with a small gift for Chad. She knew it wasn't much, but she wanted to show him appreciation for always being there for her in all the ways that mattered.

As she was leaving the mall, she pulled out her phone to check the time. It was a little past three in the afternoon. With a few hours before Chad was expected home, she decided to take a detour to her favorite lingerie boutique.

It was a small, intimate shop specializing in high-quality, sexy lingerie. She hadn't visited in a while and thought she'd surprise Chad with something new. As she browsed through the racks, a few pieces caught her eye. She settled on a black lace teddy with a matching garter belt and thigh-high stockings. She also picked out a red satin bra and thong set that she knew Chad would love.

Lucy made her way to the dressing room to try on her selections. As she slipped off her clothes and stepped into the teddy, she admired herself in the mirror.

The black lace hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her hips and making her feel sexy and confident. She loved how the garter belt and stockings made her legs look endless. Turning to the side, she admired the way the lace cupped her breasts, creating an alluring silhouette. A rush of excitement surged through her at the thought of Chad seeing her in this. Hopefully it'd have the effect she was looking for.

After gathering her purchases, Lucy stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few essentials before heading home. She tidied up a bit and then started preparing one of Chad's favorite dinners, keeping it light for when she put on her new outfit later that evening.

When Chad got home, he was greeted by the fragrant smells of a delicious dinner. Lucy hadn't told him that she had gotten off early, she wanted to surprise him. While it wasn't unusual for her to arrive before him, she didn't often have time to cook something like this or tidy up the house. So, when he walked in to find her in the kitchen with all the burners going and popping the cap off a beer for him, his face lit up with a surprised smile.

"What's going on here?" Chad asked.

"Guess!" Lucy replied, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Did you finally get that big client you were working on?" He leaned in for a kiss, which she gladly reciprocated with passion.

"Not yet, but my meeting this morning went amazing!" she exclaimed, leaping into his arms and wrapping her legs around him.

Chad chuckled and spun her around, planting a kiss on her lips. "That's fantastic, babe. I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, honey," Lucy said, beaming. Hearing those words from him filled her with a sense of pride, and she always cherished his acknowledgment of her accomplishments.

They shared a tender kiss, sweet and full of love. Lucy felt warmth spread through her chest and couldn't help but nuzzle into Chad's neck.

"I have a little surprise for you," she whispered into his ear as she felt his arms tighten around her. "But you can't see it until later."

The conversation continued and eventually lead to them enjoying a quiet, leisurely meal on the patio, the warm summer breeze creating a peaceful ambiance. Afterward, they retreated to the living room to watch a movie, snuggled up on the couch.

"What did you think?" Lucy asked, nestling into his chest as the credits rolled.

Chad yawned and stretched his arms above his head. "I'm not sure. It was good, but I think I might have fallen asleep for a bit."

Lucy felt a twinge of irritation. "Well, that's not very romantic. I wanted to watch this with you."

"I'm sorry, Lucy. I've just had a long day, and I'm really tired," Chad apologized, rubbing her back.

Lucy sat up, her eyes flashing with frustration. "You always say that, Chad. It's not enough to just be tired. I need you to put in some effort too," she snapped, sitting upright on the couch, her voice laced with irritation. "You don't even try to meet me halfway. Can't you see that I need you to show me that you care? This was my big day, but I knew you'd be tired. Instead of asking you to go out to celebrate, I came home and made one of your favorite fucking dinners! Not mine, but yours!"

Chad sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I do care, Lucy. But I get run down from work too. Sometimes I need you to meet me in the middle."

Lucy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Meet you in the middle? I've been doing that for years, Chad! I've been the one planning dates, the one surprising you, the one trying to keep this marriage alive! And what do I get in return? A tired husband who can't even stay awake through a movie we're supposed to watch together?" Her voice shook with emotion and tears welled up.

Chad regarded her with a mix of surprise and frustration on his face. "I never meant to make you feel like I don't care. I do care, and I love you. But you can't expect me to be perfect all the time, just like you can't be."

Lucy stood up, her body trembling, and took a deep breath to calm herself. "You know what, it doesn't matter. It's fine. You're tired, so go ahead and go to bed. I'm going to take a bath and try to enjoy the end of my day." The calm in her voice felt forced, and all Chad could do was watch her turn and head upstairs.

In the following days, Lucy floated through work, merely going through the motions. It wasn't her best effort, and she wasn't proud, but it was enough to keep the wheels in motion until she could get a handle on everything.

She couldn't face Mike either, and guilt gnawed at her. She knew he didn't deserve her silence, but the words escaped her. The hurt she felt could either push her into his arms if he said the right thing, or unleash the anger that simmered just beneath the surface if he said the wrong thing.

After work, she found herself sitting in her car in front of her house. She was supposed to go grocery shopping, but she couldn't bring herself to move. It wasn't that she was avoiding Chad, she just didn't want to face him right now. She hated herself for being passive-aggressive, yet felt powerless to stop.

She knew she needed to talk to Chad, to really discuss how she was feeling after their many arguments regarding their marriage. But she was scared. Scared of what the solutions they've discussed might bring.

Another day at work, another day of frustration. Lucy was trying to process everything that'd been going on in her life. How does she get out of this rut she's stuck in? Work felt strange, and she was the one making it feel that way as she avoided Mike, fearful of how she might react around him. Home is no better because of the awkward situation she and Chad found themselves in.

As she sat in her office, contemplating her life and staring absentmindedly at her computer, when Mike suddenly walked in and tossed a folder onto her desk.

"Sorry to bother you, but I need you to process this contract right away," he said.

The manner in which he entered, without any pleasantries and just tossing the file onto her desk, made her feel uneasy. Was he punishing her for avoiding him? Would he actually give her some random contract to process instead of assigning it to whoever it belonged to simply because he was upset with her? And why was he just standing there with his hands in his pockets, as if this was perfectly normal?

Having picked up the file to see how much time her punishment would take, she opened it and immediately lost it. She jumped out of her chair with a squeal and hugged Mike as tightly as she could. Being the closest person, it all happened faster before she realized it, and she found herself holding onto his neck. The client finally sent over the signed contracts.

"Ok, ok, ok. Lucy, please," she heard him say. Realizing that his arms were no longer around her but pushing on her hips, her heart raced. Endorphins flooded her bloodstream, and she looked up at him with the biggest smile her face could support. "Good job, Lucy. I told you it was in the bag. You can email Bill to let him know. I'm sure he'll want to congratulate you when he gets back on Monday." With that, he returned her smile and left.

She looked at the file again, taking in the fact that it was done. This time, Ahab caught the whale. "Take that, Melville!" she muttered under her breath.

As she surveyed her empty office, she glanced toward the door, realizing that once again she was alone, having failed to say a single word to Mike. No thank you, nothing. She sat at her desk, not only thankful that it was official but also grateful to have something to snap her out of her funk, at least temporarily, and to keep her mind occupied with something positive.

She couldn't help but wonder how Chad would react to her news. The day did seem much brighter, though.

The following Saturday, Lucy sat on the couch, staring at her phone. Was she really going to text Mike to come over for dinner tonight? Chad insisted they invite him over to properly thank him for his last-minute help on her big deal. That sounded great on the surface, but could she actually go through with it?

With a deep sigh, she steeled her nerves and texted Mike.

Lucy: Hey Mike, I'm really sorry I was so excited the other day that I didn't even thank you. So, thank you!

God, what am I supposed to say? Would Mike even want to come over after she had completely ignored him recently?

Lucy: Anyway, Chad and I would love to invite you over for dinner tonight as a thank you for everything, if you're up for it.

Is Mike going to be willing to sit down for dinner with Chad and me after everything he said in my office? Or what I said to him in the parking lot? I work with him... This is a dumb idea.

Lucy: You don't have to. I don't want you to feel obligated, of course. I know it's last minute and you probably already have plans.

That last text was his out if he wanted it. A simple excuse for him to decline without feeling guilty.

Tossing her phone aside, she fell back into the couch and ran her hands through her hair. What was she doing? Inviting Mike over for dinner with Chad was a terrible idea. It was bound to be awkward and would only complicate things further. She needed to stay away from Mike, not invite him into her home.

But Chad was right to a degree. Mike had been a big help with the proposal. He deserved a thank you. She could handle it, though. After the argument with Chad and his claim that she needed to meet him halfway, did she really want to say no to his request? She felt like she was already meeting him well beyond halfway, but maybe she wasn't. Perhaps she was just focused on herself.

Chad was outside cleaning up the yard while Lucy sat there with the white noise of the TV. A random movie was playing, one she wasn't watching, as she spiraled down another rabbit hole of thoughts about how this dinner would work.

Who knows how much time passed before she heard her phone buzz? She looked at it as though it were a foreign object. Something that could only bring horrible things into her life. Eventually, she picked it up and told herself that it was super short notice and that Mike was a popular guy. There was a good chance he already had a date and dinner plans.

Mike: I'd love to come over for dinner. What time did you have in mind?

Dammit.

Lucy: How about 7:00?

It was all she could manage, and then her head fell back against the deep cushion, the back of her hand resting across her forehead as she held her phone.

How the fuck do people do this?

Mike: Sounds great. See you at 7.

I'm committed now, so I may as well go let Chad know.

She quickly typed out a reply.

Lucy: Looking forward to it.

What's one more lie, right?

Getting up from the couch, she went to inform Chad before preparing the house, and herself, for company.

Lucy stood in the kitchen, sipping her mojito and talking to Chad, when her phone suddenly buzzed. Looking down at it on the counter, she saw the notification indicating someone was at her front door. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she took a moment to calm her nerves.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Chad watching her. He motioned to the door as if to say, "What are you waiting for?" Setting her glass down, she went to let Mike in.

"Hey, Mike, come on in." It took everything she had to sound inviting when, inside, she was conflicted about having him there.

"Thanks for having me over. It smells amazing in here," he said as he stepped inside.

Lucy let out a small laugh. For some reason, his comment caught her off guard. "Chad's been cooking all afternoon. He's really excited to have you over."

"Yeah, I remember him saying how much he likes to cook." Mike looked around, as though he were taking everything in. Following his gaze, Lucy glanced around as well, noting all the pictures of her and Chad on display.

I need a drink, she thought as she fixated on one of the photos. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure, whatever you're having is fine," he replied.

Lucy watched Mike move toward one of the chairs as she headed into the kitchen. Stating the obvious, she let her husband know that her boss was indeed sitting in the living room, emphasizing the title for effect, even if he wasn't really her direct supervisor. The titles floated through her mind, husband and boss. Chad was supposed to be her boss in this environment.

Topping off her drink, she poured one for Mike and carried the drinks into the living room. "Mojito," she said as she noticed him examining the drink, trying to figure it out. "It's kind of warm out, and I've been lounging outside enjoying the weather. I like to sip on these occasionally, they make me feel like I'm on a little vacation when the weather's just right." Did she really just ramble about her drink and the weather?

After he took a sip, Mike looked at her with a hint of surprise. "I get it. It's refreshing," he said, eyeing the glass.

When Chad finally walked into the room, Lucy felt relieved to have someone else to talk to.

"How ya been, buddy?" Chad greeted him with his usual upbeat, loud self.

"Good man! And you?" Mike responded, shaking his hand.

"Good, good! Thanks for everything with Lucy, man. I can't tell you how much she appreciated your help." Chad continued the conversation.

Lucy chimed in when needed, but mostly she sorted through her thoughts. The rum was a good choice. She appreciated its ability to make her feel at ease, and she chuckled to herself. She'd been nursing her drink for a while. It had been slow earlier, but all of a sudden, someone must have been sneaking drinks from her glass because they were clearly going faster now.

Chad excused himself to check on dinner, pretty sure it should be ready. Lucy led Mike out to the patio, where he took a seat with his back to the door but facing the sunset. Lucy went back inside to help bring out the dishes.

Setting wine and water on the table, Lucy asked, "Would you like something else to drink, Mike?"

"No, wine and water works for me," he replied as she gathered the last of the items before sitting down.

Things were going well. The conversation was pleasant, and Chad was actually showing some affection with little touches here and there. Lucy felt relaxed, maybe it was the rum or the way the wine glass was sweating on the table, but she felt good. She liked this.

They discussed the usual conversational topics, work, hobbies, vacations, and so on. The discussion flowed easily between them, punctuated by laughter and shared anecdotes as she sat with two story tellers. As the evening wore on and the alcohol coursed through her veins, Lucy found herself leaning back in her chair, her hand resting casually on Chad's knee. She hadn't even realized she'd done it until she felt Chad's fingers intertwine with hers, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. She smiled at him, warmth spreading through her. She was glad they were there together, enjoying each other's company.

She was also warming up to the idea that Mike was there. He was a good looking guy, and made for nice eye candy while she enjoyed her dinner.

The drinking she'd done throughout the day, combined with the warmth of Chad beneath her hand, made any earlier feelings of apprehension dissolve. She found herself rubbing Chad's leg more while simultaneously leaning forward onto the table, finding excuses to touch Mike's arm whenever one of them said something. She felt little twitches from Chad beneath her hand each time she made contact with Mike's arm or hand, and she couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head. Yet those touches spurred her on further.

"So, Mike, Lucy tells me you've been a real lifesaver around the office," Chad said.

Lucy knew he was referring to Mike helping with closing the deal, but her mind drifted to all their recent interactions. The way his attention had affirmed her femininity and kept her from shutting down sexually was almost intoxicating.

"She's the one who's been doing the heavy lifting. I just provided some moral support," Mike replied, deflecting the compliment in his usual manner.

Lucy wasn't about to let him downplay his role. It was okay to be recognized for the work he had done. "Moral support, my ass. You reviewed everything, helped draft the language, and kept me from climbing the walls."

He let out a small, dismissive laugh. "Well, I do what I can. Lucy's always been a real go-getter, and Bill's usually the one there for her. I just put some polish on the work she'd already done this time."

Having kicked her shoes off long ago, she lightly kicked Mike under the table with her bare foot for being so flippant about his contributions. When he laughed, she kicked him again and playfully pushed at him.

Suddenly, Chad rose from his chair with a light laugh and headed for the patio door. "Well, I can't thank you enough. Lucy's been on cloud nine ever since she closed that deal," he said, smacking Mike on the back as he walked by. "I'm grabbing another beer from inside. Do you guys need anything?"

"Yes, bring me a rum and coke," Lucy requested, but then remembered Chad's tendency for a heavy pour. She was already tipsier than she should be, all things considered. "But not too strong! Please."

Looking back at Mike, she added, "You want anything?" Her foot was now rubbing his leg, and she was struggling to suppress a smile at the amusement she derived from her own question, all things considered.

"Yeah, I guess I'll just have the same," Mike answered, clearing his throat.

Lucy watched Chad close the French door as he headed inside. As soon as it clicked shut, Mike instantly asked, "What the hell are you doing?" His tone was almost scolding, like a parent reprimanding a child for misbehavior.

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked, stifling the urge to laugh. His discomfort was such a stark contrast to their earlier conversation in the office.

"I mean, Chad's going to be right back." His voice was laced with concern, but she noted that he made no actual attempt to brush her foot away or even move his leg out of her reach.

Looking toward where Chad had gone, she tried to comfort Mike. "Don't worry, he headed toward the stairs, so he'll be a minute" she said as she turned her attention back to him. "Come on, Mike, what happened to all those things you said you would do to me while making him watch?"

She could see his face flush, and his eyes darted around as if anyone else might hear her. "Lucy, you can't be serious."

Tilting her head slightly, she gave him a pouty look, gazing up at him. "Why not, boss?" she teased, reminding him of how forcefully he'd spoken in the office. Looking back toward the house, she added, "He's in the bathroom. It's just you and me. Are you telling me you were all talk, Mike?" Her eyes settled on him for the last question.

During their conversation, her foot had traveled from his calf to his thigh, and despite the words coming from his mouth, he never tried to stop her. Instead, he stared at her foot, as if perplexed by its presence.

"Lucy, I don't want to make any rash decisions here, especially with Chad right there." His head turned slightly, as if he were going to glance over his shoulder toward the kitchen, but he stopped halfway, afraid of looking suspicious.

Lucy watched him for a moment, then quickly glanced at the door. Her foot never left his thigh, instead, it pressed down further until it found its intended prize.

"Lucy," he said, tension evident in his voice.

"Shhh," she hushed him, leaning further back in her chair as she continued her ministrations with her foot.

Lucy could see Mike's resolve melting, evident when he muttered to no one in particular, "Where the fuck is that drink?" Still, he made no attempt to physically stop her. "And just how do you see this working, Lucy?"

A smile crept across her face. His question signaled that he was no longer resisting, instead, he was attempting to rationalize how this would play out and whether it was acceptable.

There was no clear plan. "Well, I guess we'll find out together," she purred, directing her gaze back to him. She noticed how flushed his face had become, and she focused her efforts, stroking near his erection through his shorts. "We've talked about it, fantasized about it, and now here we are."

Lucy's eyes darted around the house before she leaned in closer, whispering, "I don't want this to just be a fantasy, Mike. I want it to be real." She lowered her voice to ensure their little secret remained just that. The thought of his erection free, just to see it firsthand, had her dripping. She wanted to know if it was as big as it appeared in the video and if he was just all talk.

She ran her foot up his inner thigh and back down, teasing him through his shorts. She noticed his breathing hitch, his jaw clenching in response. It thrilled her to know she could make this strong, confident man squirm. But the patio door swung open again, and she casually withdrew her foot, already missing the contact.

As Chad came out with fresh drinks and the necessities to make more if needed, Lucy smiled up at him.

"Here we go," he said, a cheerful grin on his face. "Rum and cokes for both of you and one beer for me." He passed out the drinks before settling back into his chair.

Leaning toward the middle of the table, he raised his beer for a toast. "To friends!" he declared, beaming.

"To friends," they both responded, clinking their glasses against his bottle.

As Lucy settled back into her chair, she returned her hand to her husband's lap. Taking another sip of her drink, she looked at Mike and asked, "So, Mike, are you seeing anyone these days?" It was a question born of curiosity, not jealousy. She genuinely wanted to know if he had an outlet for the sexual tension that had been building between them recently, or was he solely focused on her?

She watched him down a significant portion of his drink, something he had been previously nursing, before he replied, "Not officially, no."

What an evasive answer, she thought, frustration creeping in.

Apparently, Chad must have been thinking the same thing. "And what does that mean?" he asked.

"Just that I'm not tied down to anyone at the moment. I guess I'm just enjoying my freedom," Mike replied, taking another drink.

Deciding to put him on the spot, Lucy leaned forward and asked, "So, you're just fucking whoever you want, whenever you want?" She smiled as she caught him off guard, nearly choking on his drink.

"Something like that, I guess," he answered, glancing at the dwindling contents of his glass.

"Fuck it, why not? You're single and not hurting anyone. Have fun while you can," Chad chimed in. Lucy felt a pang in her chest, his words stinging in a way. Here he was encouraging Mike to explore, while he himself passed up every opportunity to be with her whenever he wanted.

"Cheers to that," she said, turning to give her husband a kiss. But he simply leaned in and presented her with his cheek. Frustration flared within her. She had wanted a kiss, but now she sat back in her chair, feeling let down. Raising her foot back to Mike's thigh, she stared directly at him, adding, "To whomever you want." Unspoken words hung in the air. Including me, she thought.

Mike clearly felt uncomfortable with what was happening under the table and wasn't taking her earlier statement about wanting it to be a reality seriously.

"I suppose," he eventually offered, seeming unsure in response to Chad's encouragement.

"I mean, yeah, why not? Life's short. You only live once, right?" Chad continued. Lucy's frustration grew as she watched Mike's lack of engagement, especially after her husband had refused her a kiss only moments ago.

"So then what's your excuse, Chad?" Lucy couldn't take it any longer. The heat radiating from her core felt like a fire, and she was more sexually frustrated than she could remember. Hearing her husband encourage another guy to have all the sex he could while he continually turned her down was too much. If no one was going to make a move on her, she would take matters into her own hands.

"My excuse for what, babe?" Chad asked.

As if he didn't know, she thought. He took another sip of his beer, oblivious to the tension in the air.

"For not fucking me like you used to?" she shot back, her disregard for anyone else's feelings evident in her public questioning. A sense of pleasure surged through her as she watched him choke on his beer, clearly taken aback by her boldness.

"Lucy, what the fuck?" Chad stammered, his gaze darting rapidly between her and Mike. The embarrassment on his face was obvious as he shot a brief look at Mike.

"I'm sorry, babe, but you know it's true," she responded, her tone apologetic for putting him on the spot in front of Mike, yet there was no hesitation in her words. She locked her gaze on Mike, as if she were exposing Chad's failings for him to see. "You don't touch me like you used to. You don't even look at me like you used to," she finished, casting her eyes down toward his lap.

Even Mike appeared uncomfortable with the sudden shift in tone, but Lucy didn't care. She was determined to make everyone understand exactly what she wanted. Her foot remained in Mike's lap, and despite knowing his shorts were too tight for her to slip it up further, she let her foot linger at the entrance to the leg hole, teasing the boundary.

"I hardly think this is the time to talk about this, Lucy," Chad said, his voice soft and strained. "Mike doesn't want to hear about our problems. We're supposed to be celebrating your deal."

"Oh please, Mike's already heard it all," she shot back. Letting her husband know that this attractive man in front of her had been an ear to their marital problems was almost satisfying. It wasn't entirely true, she'd only touched on the subject without delving into specifics, but it felt good to imply otherwise. All of this was his doing after all.

Once again, Mike sputtered on his drink, now caught in the conversation against his will. Embarrassment colored his cheeks as his eyes flitted around the patio.

"We don't need to do this right now, Lucy," he pleaded.

"Look, Chad," she began, finally meeting his eyes. "I just... I want you to look at me the way you used to. I want you to fuck me the way you used to. I miss it. I miss you. And while you're not, keep in mind that other guys are dying for the chance." The last sentence hung in the air, a pointed reference to the man whose cock was pressing firmly against the sole of her foot.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I've just been stressed with work. And I know I haven't been--" The same old justifications spilled from his lips, but Lucy wasn't about to entertain them again tonight.

"Do you like my ass, Chad?" she asked, her words dripping with challenge. It was a rhetorical question. Of course, he liked her ass, who didn't? "Do you want to know what Mike said about my ass?" She turned back to Mike, pressing the question.

She could feel Mike's discomfort radiating from him, his body tense under her foot as memories of what he'd said about her body flashed through her mind.

"Lucy, please," Chad whispered, clearly unnerved.

Completely disregarding his request, she continued. "He said he wanted to tell you how great my ass looked in my skirt, Chad. I believe he said he wanted to grab it, squeeze it, and sink his teeth into it." Taking a sip of her drink, she let those words hang in the air for a moment. "Isn't that right, Mike?" One way or another, she was going to force Mike to follow through on those "maybes" he had mentioned how many nights ago.

When he lagged in responding and looked incredibly put on the spot, she pinned his erection, her heel finding a testicle to press against. "Something like that," he finally croaked out.

"And what else did you say?" she challenged, maintaining eye contact. The entire situation was getting to her. She had two men under her thumb at the moment, and while the idea of taking what he wanted, like he claimed in her office was thrilling. The thought of both of them pleasuring her was intoxicating.

Setting her glass down on the table, she lowered her hand to her lap and pulled her skirt up. Spreading her free leg until her thigh touched Chad's, she exposed her sex to the cooling evening air and rubbed her inner thigh, teasing herself. Despite the heat radiating from her body, the cool air created a tantalizing contrast that intensified the sensations as her essence flowed warmly and abundantly.

"I, uh, I don't remember," Mike meekly said.

Without even thinking about it, her foot applied more pressure to his sensitive parts in an effort to get him to respond out of self-preservation, if nothing else. "Don't start lying now," she scolded him. "I told you, Mike, I was going to remember 'Every. Single. Word.' and I meant it. You said you would as well. And I believe you do, Mike."

"I said I'd make him watch me run my hand up under your skirt, I think," he answered. He was still being noncommittal with his answer, but it was progress. Lucy smiled inwardly at his words as she slid her own hand up to her womanhood in place of his. She was absolutely drenched.

With her other hand still on Chad, she felt him shift. She looked over, taking pleasure in watching him squirm at her words as she pressed on. "But that wasn't the end of it, Mike." Lucy watched Chad's face as Mike cleared his throat and continued.

"No. I said I'd bury my face between your legs and tell him how good you tasted." Mike's words tickled her eardrums as she watched Chad sit and endure hearing everything. This new experience awakened a heightened sensitivity within her as her fingers delicately glided through her soft folds.

"But you don't know if I taste good, Mike. So how are you going to tell him when you don't know?" Lucy continued to watch Chad's downturned face. She wondered if he had tunnel vision as he looked at his own lap, or if he saw her masturbating with another man sitting across from them during this highly charged conversation. "What do you think, Chad? Do I taste good?" she asked, putting him on the spot now.

She was glad to see Chad finally raise his eyes immediately in response to her question. This showed her that he was still tuned in, even if he hadn't been looking at them. His eyes met hers briefly before looking down at what she was doing below Mike's line of sight, the table blocking his view.

With Chad's eyes on her, she slid two fingers deep inside her channel, manipulating her own insides. As much as she longed to continue pleasuring herself, she withdrew her fingers, instantly feeling bereft in their absence. Chad's eyes were locked on her hand as she brought it up to eye level, spreading her fingers to show how coated they were in her own nectar.

"Well, if you're not going to answer, what do you think, baby? Should I let him find out if I actually taste good for himself?" Lucy turned her head just enough to see his expression as her eyes went back and forth between the two of them, taking in their responses.

Chad had a look of disbelief that she'd actually be doing this, much less in front of him, while Mike looked like all the wind had been sucked from his lungs as he started longing at one of his apparent fetishes from what he'd shared.

If no one was going to say anything, she'd have to keep pushing them. Slowly, so they could comprehend what they were seeing, she brought her fingers to her mouth. Pursing her lips, she could feel how dry they had become as all of her fluids dripped for the others. She slowly rubbed her fingers over them, causing them to glisten in this taboo form of lip gloss, before sucking them inside. She never minded her own taste. It was faint but sweet, if anything. She liked the fact that it didn't have much of a taste, so it didn't become overpowering if someone was spending time going down on her. And the fact that it was her own fluids? Well, if she could handle taking a man's salty cum, then this was nothing. At least it was hers. Not that she minded the taste of cum either, as a general rule, it just depended on the guy.

Swirling her tongue around her own fingers, she savored the looks she was getting more than the actual taste, but then, that was the effect she was going for. Having to pick one of the two, she locked eyes with Mike as she slipped her fingers from her mouth with an intentional pop from the suction. Mike's erection was twitching in his shorts as it sought more pressure from her foot.

"Well? Should I let him have a taste?" she asked again, turning back to Chad to see how he was reacting to this new behavior of hers. He simply watched as she lowered her hand once more. The build-up of everything was nearly overwhelming, and she couldn't fight the urge to close her eyes as her fingers intentionally pushed over her g-spot and dipped back inside once more.

Just like the last time, Chad's eyes never left her hand as she slowly raised it again. This time, there was no pause for questions as it cleared the table. She moved her hand in Mike's direction, leaning forward slightly as she offered him her fingers. "Go ahead, Mike, have a taste." While his body appeared frozen in place, his member was not. It throbbed against her foot with each beat of his heart, forcing enough blood through him, that she could feel the pulses through his shorts and against her foot. "What's the matter? It's not like Chad said not to, did you, sweetie?" she asked, casting him a quick glance, only to see him still staring in disbelief.

Mike was taking so long that she was about to pull her hand back and see if Chad would take it when she finally saw Mike lean in. Her heart skipped a beat, her breath caught, and her vaginal walls clamped down on nothing. The absence of being filled was now completely unacceptable. This was the first true participation from Mike this evening, and it told her he was finally, truly caving.

She watched his lips part, giving her a sense of power as his tongue darted out to lap at her fingers one by one, sucking them into his mouth. His eyes were locked onto hers, a mix of desire and fear swirling in their depths. The sight of him tasting her, his strong jaw working, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. Her own body was on fire, the clenching of her muscles now a constant, low throb in her core.

She could hear Chad's breath hitch beside her, his eyes wide as he watched this unfold. Turning to him, a wicked smile spread across her face as his jaw fell open. "Aw, is someone else getting to play with your wife?" she goaded him.

As Chad twitched, continuing to watch everything unfold before him, Lucy just smiled even more.

As she pulled her fingers from Mike's mouth, who clearly did not want to let her go, his lips remained clamped. His tongue chased her digits until they slipped past the entrance to his mouth.

Once her fingers were free, she grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped her hands clean. After she was satisfied that she'd wiped away any traces of anything on her hands, she stood up, keeping her eyes on Mike. The look of nervousness brought a smile back to her face as she reveled in the feeling of power while looking down at him. Once she reached him, he leaned further back in his chair, giving her room to more easily step over his legs.

He sat glued to his chair as she slowly lifted her dress, exposing herself, and he gladly took advantage of the opportunity, watching her come into sight. Fully exposed, she sat back, placing herself on the very edge of the cool tile that covered the heavy table. With one foot on the chair outside of his legs, she spread her own legs wide, fully exposing herself to him. Using one hand to brace herself, she brought her other hand to her slick slit, spreading the lips open. She briefly felt the cooler air drift over the freshly exposed, wet, sensitive flesh before the folds slipped under her fingers, closing herself off from his view again.

"Do you want to know what I was doing the moment you called me, the night I was at work late, Chad?" she asked him, but never looked to see his response. Instead, she manipulated her folds, watching her clitoris come in and out of view as she alternated between looking at herself and Mike's face. The look he gave was pure shock and lust. She could see his shirt stretch and his chest expand with each deep breath, as though he was trying to smell her.

"I was in the middle of an orgasm, simply from Mike's words," she continued after hearing no audible response from Chad. Mike's eyes quickly found hers as this new revelation sank in. "He hadn't even touched me, and he had me cumming on my desk, inches away from him, and he didn't even know. Did you, Mike?" she teased.

Mike said nothing, he simply looked back at her dripping sex and started moving forward. All of his resistance seemed to have finally left him, but Lucy wasn't taking any chances. She placed the hand that was once again coated in her fluids and reached out, guiding him toward her with a slight pressure on the back of his head.

There was no hesitation on his part, and she felt his tongue begin to explore every crease it could find. The sensation was a beautiful interplay of warmth and coolness as his warm tongue and hot breath covered her, only for the skin to cool instantly as the air made contact with its saliva-covered surface. The softness and pressure of his tongue lapping at any remnants of her nectar was intoxicating. His explorations of her most intimate area while her husband just sat dumbfounded sent a thrill radiating from her most sensitive areas, sending shivers along her skin.

Every flick and stroke ignited a fire within her, from the tantalizing tickles creating deep waves of pleasure to the emotional reaction in her limbic system, as her brain became drunk on the knowledge of what she was doing and allowing to happen. The intensity of everything made her acutely aware of every subtle touch.

As his hands snaked under her raised knees and gripped the small bit of her cheeks exposed where she sat on the table, she felt him slightly pull at her, almost possessively. Her body responded instinctively, arching toward the blissful sensations she was feeling. Each gentle caress and every swirling motion seemed to open her further, inviting waves of ecstasy to build and swell.

The idea of him becoming possessive while lapping at her in front of her husband was indescribable. Pulling herself back to the moment, she fought to catch her breath. Taking a moment, she looked back at Chad to see if he was watching this act unfold. "You told me that you'd show Chad what you were going to do to me, Mike. That you'd make--" Her words were cut short as his tongue sent a jolt of electricity through her sensitive nub, which seemed to become his center of focus. "Oh fuck, right there, Mike. Don't stop," she gasped, arching her back as she ground herself against his face. She felt his fingers dig into her more firmly as he tried to hold her in place. "That you'd make me do what you wanted," she managed to get out between spasms in her stomach muscles. "Mmmmm. And what is it you want to make me do... boss?" She added the last word as an afterthought, hoping to spark the assertive version of himself he had displayed in her office. When she said it, she looked him straight in the eyes, giving her most innocent look under the circumstances.

She saw his eyes volley back and forth between her and Chad, who still had not made a sound--not even a word about her orgasm in front of Mike. His tongue, which had continued its expert ministrations on her pearl, finally stopped, and he pulled away. His face looked as though he had steeled his resolve, which matched the words he uttered next--an echo of Chad's earlier comment.

"Fuck it. You only live once," he said as soon as his mouth was free. "Your fingers tasted good, Lucy, but getting it straight from your cunt tastes amazing."

It seemed her continued teasing had finally had the desired effect, as he suddenly pushed his chair back and stood. She watched to see what his intentions were as he grabbed his drink and raised it to Chad, as though toasting him, before he turned it toward his lips for one last apparent swig of liquid encouragement. The glass emptied in one swift motion.

There was no longer any hesitation in Mike's movements. He exuded confidence, decisiveness, and complete control. One hand grabbed a cushion from the seat next to him and threw it on the ground in front of him, while his other hand worked at the button and fly of his shorts. His erection was freed in a matter of seconds, bouncing in front of her. The sudden sight of him actually exposed was almost a sensory overload on top of everything else her mind was trying to process tonight. It was all such new territory.

Lucy barely registered his words when he suddenly ordered her, "You had your fun, Lucy, but now I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock. I want your husband to watch you tear up as you try to take it all in that pretty little mouth of yours." The tone of his voice and the boldness of his words had her moving before he even finished speaking. Her mouth was now drooling just as much as her vagina, preparing to take his impressive size into her mouth.

They're not all created equal, she thought to herself. There was no preamble as she firmly gripped the base of his impressive member, just as there had been no preamble in him telling her what he wanted. Wasting no time, she lowered her mouth over the crown, instantly tasting the precum that had built up over its tip while confined in his shorts.

Once again, an instant contradiction of feelings coursed through her, ending in pulsing arousal at her clit. The act always gave her a sense of control over her lover, yet the dominance of his words, coupled with her husband being forced to watch, made her feel simultaneously under his control.

The velvety softness of the closely guarded skin against her lips matched the silky texture of the precum she felt pulse onto her tongue, reinforcing the effect she could have with just her mouth. Just as she began to develop a rhythm, she heard Chad's chair push back and, a second later, saw him walking aroundthe table.

Lucy immediately released Mike's member from her moth and shook her finger at him. This was all because of him, he didn't just get to walk away. He made his bed, and now it was time to lie in it, like it or not!

"Uh-uh, you caused this. This is your doing, so now you're going to sit and watch what happens," she said. The forcefulness in her voice brooked no argument. Not only was she irritated at the possibility that he was getting up to leave, but that he had broken her out of her state of desire. Mike was just starting to take control, allowing her to feel again what she had so many years ago when Chad had brought her to this mental position of authority as she scolded him. Couldn't he just let her have her cake and eat it too, just once? Fuck! she thought.

Having said her piece, she stared at Chad as if daring him, slightly turning her head just enough to slip the substantial piece of meat back into her mouth. She couldn't really take it at her current angle, so instead, she satisfied herself by pressing it against the inside of her cheek, where her husband could see the head bulging out in an entirely unladylike manner.

Seeing him finally take a seat in the chair closest to where he now stood, she turned her full attention back to the bludgeon that had been bringing her so much pleasure just from her attention. A heady anticipation coursed through her as Mike suddenly pulled his shirt over his head. She barely started again when she felt his hand wrap in her hair as he stood before her. The feeling of submissiveness returned, a warm rush pooling in her belly and igniting an intense ache for more as she gazed at his bare abdomen.

With his grip firm yet gentle, he guided her closer, and she looked up, locking her gaze with his. He took control, setting the pace as he said to her, "That's it, suck your boss's fucking dick." His words sent a thrill down her spine from the raw authority in his voice.

As he slipped further into her mouth, she heard him speak again, this time not to her. "This is the price your wife pays for me helping her get that client, Chad. I don't care about your fucking dinner, I care about her sucking my fucking dick." The way he spoke about her as if she weren't there, and like nothing more than a tool, sent fresh waves of pleasure pulsing through her center. The sensation was intense, hearing him talk to Chad like that.

Suddenly, she felt him apply more pressure on her head, nearing the point of gagging her. She had never shied away from deep-throating, but it typically took her some time to build up to it. Confident she could take his size comfortably given more time, the sudden sensation of him pressing against the back of her throat made her eyes water. The effect caused her throat to clench around his head.

The sense of surrender was intoxicating as he used her for his own pleasure. Yet, she was grateful when he finally released his hold. She couldn't help but cough as she gasped for air. Looking up at him, she felt the overwhelming urge to prove herself after choking on him. Not waiting for him to ask, she slid her mouth back over the prominent mushroom head. Determined to take him all, she placed a hand on each of his hips and pulled, her fingertips digging into the edge of his muscular glutes as he flexed to help her achieve her goal.

Desperate for something to hold on to as he fucked her face, she dug her nails into the flesh of his ass. She made a conscious effort to relax her throat and take him deeper, swallowing around him as he thrust in and out, saliva dripping from her chin and pooling on the cushion below. He groaned and tightened his grip on her hair. Looking up at him through watery eyes, her mouth stretched wide around his cock, her throat constricted by his force. The mixture of saliva and precum dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts only served to heighten her excitement. She reveled in the slight pain as he pulled at the roots of her hair.

"Fuck, Lucy, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" Mike groaned, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his length deeper into her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering more, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she nodded her head, encouraging him to push further. The sensation of his cockhead hitting the back of her throat made her pussy clench, her juices dripping down her thighs. She was a mess, a filthy, wanton mess, and she loved every second of it.

Mike's hips began to move in earnest, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. "That's it, you pretty little whore. Take my cock like a good girl. Show your husband what a dirty little slut you really are." His words fueled the fire, igniting her desire even more. Lucy's nipples were hard as diamonds, scraping against the rough fabric of her dress as her breasts heaved with each breath. Her pussy was on fire, aching to be filled. She wanted to feel him, all of him, inside her.

"How are you not taking advantage of this every chance you get?" he asked Chad. He was looking into her tear-streaked eyes from taking him into her throat repeatedly, but she no longer needed to cough and splutter. A sense of pride washed over her at his clear appreciation of her skills and willingness to please him. "If her mouth is this amazing, I can't wait to try that pussy." The words rattled around in her ears, and she once again became aware of the emptiness she felt in her vagina at the thought of him filling it.

The need to get him off grew more intense, and she increased her pace as she lifted her head before letting it drop back down on him, now reaching the point of having her nose buried in his lower abdomen. Her hand matched the movement of her mouth, applying firm pressure.

She could feel her saliva dripping down onto the forearm of the hand that had been buried between her legs for some time now, as she worked herself into a frenzy. The hand between her legs was frantically working her up, causing her to start moaning in pleasure around him.

"That's it, suck that cock, Lucy. Show your husband what you can do. Show him how much you like having your boss shove his cock down your throat," he encouraged her. Referring to himself as her boss made her feel even more under his thumb. She redoubled her efforts as she plunged her fingers into her channel, trying to fill the void she was feeling. "You like it, don't you, Lucy? Are you going to make yourself cum while you suck my dick?"

She looked up at him, trying to convey her need to pleasure him with just her eyes. Her moans were constant, and her hands were in perpetual motion. Her need to communicate with her eyes turned into his demand that she maintain focus on him as she brought herself toward an orgasm. "That's right, you look at me while you get yourself off. It's your boss helping you get there, not your husband. He's just sitting to the side, watching me use you. Isn't that right, Chad?" This new demand left no room for her mind to think about anything else. If she was going to orgasm, it would be to the sight of him. Even the mention of Chad didn't fully register as Mike seemingly peered into her soul during her most intimate moment.

The submission to Mike complete, she palmed her clit as her fingers worked over her G-spot. It was everything she could do to keep her jaw from clenching down as she reached her peak. She was having an orgasm with another man's cock in her mouth while her husband watched just a few feet away. It had been so long since she'd even considered him, she wanted to look over to see how he was doing, but she didn't want to disobey Mike and take her eyes off him. Instinct took over, and her eyes drifted to Chad, who had been her comfort zone for so long.

Out of nowhere, she felt a sudden strike on her cheek. It wasn't painful, but it was completely unexpected. She immediately went back to looking at Mike as a new wave of convulsions ripped through her from being handled so forcefully. No one had ever struck her in such a manner. Had it been stronger, she might not have felt the same way, but this quick smack, demanding her attention, was overwhelming. In response, she increased her frenzied pace.

"I think you might look even prettier when you cum, Lucy," she heard. The words brought her back to the moment. She also realized that she'd been neglecting her duty of pleasuring him orally in the wake of her orgasm. Beginning to refocus, she started to bob her head once more, but it was short-lived.

Mike suddenly backed away from her, allowing her to breathe normally for the first time in a while. Looking to Chad, she saw he was still watching the scene unfold before him.

"Get that dress off," she was told. Looking down, she saw a mess--drool streaked her breasts in rivulets, and her dress was spotted with wet patches. A random thought crossed her mind, I'm going to have to figure out how to clean this cushion. If her drool made this much of a mess, what must the cushion look like after the fervor with which her hand was working to bring her to an orgasm? It was absurd, and she laughed inwardly at the thought.

Without taking the time to stand, she grabbed at the dress while still kneeling. Normally, she'd have dropped it instead of trying to pull it over her head, but she was still too weak in the knees to muster the energy for that. "Yes, boss," she responded, getting back into the moment as she forgot about the cushion.

For the first time ever, she was fully exposed to Mike. There was nowhere to hide as she sat on her feet without a stitch of clothing on. Despite her vulnerability, she was proud of her body, even if there was a bit of softness to it. The soft curves enhanced her femininity and added to the fullness of her breasts. He held a hand out to help her stand.

Once she was on her feet, he took the moment to admire her nude form for the first time. His eyes roamed over her skin, as if evaluating every curve it offered. A new sensation hit her with the realization that Mike was now seeing and touching her breasts. She felt proud of her breasts. They had held up well over time, and she believed that the sag, though minimal, they had contributed to the elegance that comes with womanhood. The soft, natural flesh was welcoming and inviting, and even she liked to see the pliant orbs bulge between her fingers as she squeezed and manipulated them. They were capped by thick nipples that suited the size of her breasts. She admired women with tiny nipples but felt that they would look oddly out of place on breasts of her size. They still sat high enough to give them that slightly upturned quality.

As she stood in reverence of her own body, she was brought back to the moment by the sound of his hand slicking over his manhood, still covered in her saliva and his precum. He gave her, her next order. "Lay back down on the table, Lucy." It was direct, simple, and came with no assistance. He showed no signs of intention to help her as he worked to lower his shorts.

Mustering her resolve, she focused on stepping back to lie down on the table. She displayed her body for him, laying back with her back slightly arched. Her arms raised above her head to lift her breasts even more, while she gripped the edge of the table in anticipation of him. The force of his blowjob had been an indicator of what to expect from him with her poor little vagina. And with that in mind, she opened her legs, fully exposing herself to him once again.

Once done, she watched as Mike stroked himself while appreciating her body. "I'm going to fuck you now, and I'm going to show your husband exactly how good you feel on my cock." His hand slid over his length as he stepped forward to line up with her overheated opening. She was a ball of emotions, she wanted this, but the realization that she was about to actually be fucked by Mike was sinking in. There was no other word for it than "fucked," she was sure.

She looked towards her husband, seeking her rock for the second time tonight. He had a somewhat distant look on his face, as though he was somehow detached.

Then, suddenly, she felt Mike penetrate her. For the first time since she was married, another man was inside her. It wasn't particularly fast, but it was one long, smooth motion that buried him to the hilt within her core, which was supposed to be dedicated only to her husband. Her cervix was being stimulated as he bottomed out inside her. It wasn't unpleasurable, but it was a pressure her husband rarely managed to achieve, making it somewhat unfamiliar.

The intensity had her arching her back as she received his length, gripping the edge of the table as if to brace herself, even though he wasn't entering her hard enough for that to be necessary. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she allowed the sensation of this new penis to enter her. She felt like she had no control over her legs as they raised and gripped him with her heels, as though trying to press him into her womb itself.

As Mike worked to find his rhythm, he placed one hand next to her head and gripped her hip with the other. It wasn't a fast pace, but it felt deliberate. There was a steady, forceful thrust that made her aware of every inch of him as he filled and stretched her. She glanced down at where they were connected, witnessing the sight of him disappearing inside her. A moment of awe washed over her that this was actually happening, just before the sensation of his length sliding in and out of her brought her back to the present.

His grip on her hip tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her with increasing intensity. She could feel her own juices coating his shaft, making his entry and exit smooth and effortless. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air like a symphony of wet smacks and panting breaths.

"Oh god, yes," she cried out instinctively. The throbs in her channel finally had something to clamp down on, she felt full in every way. The walls, already swollen before he had even entered her, felt as if there was barely any room to accommodate him. The sensations had her walls fluttering as they tried to draw him further in.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, Lucy," he groaned.

She could sense his pace increasing. She couldn't help the moans escaping her lips. With the initial act done, there were no reservations left regarding the fact that he was not her husband. Mike was now officially pounding into her, and the feeling was undeniably raw. The slow, steady thrusts he'd started with had given way to a more aggressive rhythm. His grip on her hip was vice-like, his fingers digging into her flesh as if to remind her that she was his, a prize he'd worked to claim.

Lucy's body was on fire. Her nipples were hard and aching, her clit throbbing with each impact of their bodies, and the sensation of her cervix being repeatedly pushed against by his spongy head was becoming increasingly pleasurable as she became more accustomed to it. She glanced over at Chad, who was still seated, his eyes darting between her and Mike.

Wanting to connect with him in that moment, she reached out with one of her hands and signaled for him to come to her. "Come here, baby," she said, feeling as though she had to time her words between Mike's thrusts to ensure she had enough breath to manage them. "Bring me that beautiful dick I love. Please, Chad, I need it." Her words were sincere in her pleading. She wanted her husband to be with her in this moment, and the very act of pleading for her husband while another man ravaged her had her spasming around Mike's member once more.

No matter how good she felt in that moment, nothing made her happier than seeing Chad rise from his seat and make his way over to her. The obvious erection he was sporting made her ecstatic.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" Mike suddenly grunted at him. "This slutty wife of yours is literally begging for it, and you're taking your sweet fucking time over there!"

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment at hearing his words. He just called her a slut in front of her husband as he bossed him around. Looking back at Chad, she saw he had picked up his pace and took the last couple of steps much faster. Amidst her mental and emotional pleasure, she felt Mike's thumb find her sensitive button once more.

She could see the confusion and disbelief in his gaze, but also the undeniable spark of arousal. A wicked, wanton smile spread across her face, promising so much more, as he quickly lowered his shorts and boxers. As soon as he was free, Lucy reached out for the familiar length she'd known for so many years. She wrapped her fingers around her husband's straining erection, feeling the heat and hardness she had been missing. On any normal day, she would be happy to take the lead, but right now, she wanted to watch Chad stroke himself to the sight of another man fucking the wife he'd been neglecting.

She brought her hands to her breasts, pinching her own nipples, signaling to Chad what she wanted. "Stroke that big dick for me, Chad. Let me watch you while Mike fucks me."

His hands didn't move right away, but Lucy saw the twitch of desire that was out of his control. The hard shaft bobbed at her words, revealing what at least a small part of him was feeling in that moment. Finally, his hand started to move, and he brought it up to the rod protruding from his groin, pointing right at Lucy's face.

"That's it, baby," Lucy's voice was nearly a whisper as she watched. "Stroke that big dick for me." When his free hand replaced hers on one of her breasts, she sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation of having two men touching her at the same time. Her loving husband and her boss. The new feeling of being touched by him while another man watched, repeatedly plunging into her, was intoxicating. All the while, the man entering her was also eyeing her husband as he massaged her breasts and stroked himself for her.

She felt like a goddess, her beauty driving these two men to share her while they simultaneously used her for their own pleasure.

Her eyes were glued to the sight of her husband just inches in front of her when she felt Mike abruptly lift her slightly from the table in an effort to push her closer to Chad. Realizing what he was doing, she pressed into the table with her elbows to assist him in shifting her position. Her butt was now firmly on the table, while her head hung off the other end.

The new angle of Mike's entrance meant he was now intermittently hitting her g-spot as he continued. This position had her head lolling off the edge as she relished not only the new sensations but also the way he handily maneuvered her, putting her exactly where he wanted her. Lost in bliss, taking him repeatedly, she heard him assert his dominance once more.

"Why are you stroking your own dick?" Mike's voice was commanding. "Shove it in her mouth. Make her do the work so you can enjoy."

Her eyes opened once more as she listened to Mike boss her husband around. Chad looked at Mike for a moment, still stroking himself.

"Oh, fuck, Lucy!" Mike groaned, increasing his pace ever so slightly. "Suck him, Lucy. Wrap your lips around your husband's cock while I fuck your tight little pussy." The way he spoke to her made her feel like an object, and she was loving it. She'd gladly take her husband into her mouth, but she didn't want to simply suck him. She wanted him to take control and... simply face-fuck her. It was an expression she'd never used, but she couldn't think of any other way to describe her current desires.

Mike's inconsistent stimulation of her g-spot was both arousing and frustrating. She wished it were constant so it could lead her to the elusive orgasm once again, but the randomness of it meant she never knew when those little jolts of extra pleasure would strike. It was like a tease that perfectly complemented the moment. She could feel Mike nipping at her calves with a primal intensity, as though he were a dog biting at what he could reach in an effort to make her submit while he had his way with her. The urgency of his energy, along with his words, egged her on, especially when he caught her g-spot just right a few times, causing her mouth to open in a moan.

Just as the moan began to escape her lips, Chad took Mike's orders to heart and slid his erection into her mouth, muffling the sound. Lucy welcomed the sudden intrusion, and after a brief bulge from the unexpected entry, her cheeks hollowed as she encouraged his actions. Meanwhile, Mike's thrusting became even more aggressive, rocking her body into Chad's and causing him to hit the back of her throat repeatedly. She quickly adjusted her angle to accommodate the intrusion. Suddenly, she felt Chad's hand on her throat and moaned once again. Part of her craved for his grip to tighten, to restrict her abilities even more, but it never seemed to come.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Lucy. Your pussy is so tight." Mike's crude words fed this rediscovered submissive side of her that she had never truly explored.

Her inner walls spasmed as they milked Mike's rod, and her throat tightened around Chad's length. Out of nowhere, she felt Mike's hand push hers out of the way as he roughly mauled her breast. Two men were now fondling her, each with a different style that was confusing to her senses, yet delightfully intoxicating, as she had never been with multiple men before.

"That's it, take it, Lucy," she heard Mike groan. "Take both of our cocks like the good little slut you are." She did her best, as much as her body would allow her to participate. In light of what her body was feeling and her mind was experiencing, all she could do was be a little more than a ragdoll. The demeaning names he called her did nothing to deter her, they seemed to have a latent ability to make her want to be a vessel for their pleasure.

To show her submission and encourage Chad, she brought her hands to his butt. There was no force to pull him in, no energy to even attempt to do so, but it was more of a symbolic gesture to encourage him, to tell him it was okay.

She felt his fingers thread through her hair as he supported the back of her head, allowing her neck to relax from hanging off the edge of the table for so long. He seemed to be finally realizing that he could do what he wanted.

"Fuck yes, Lucy," his words echoed Mike's earlier sentiments, but Lucy didn't mind. Just the sound of them signaled a deeper engagement in this moment. "Suck that cock, baby. Take it all the way down your throat." In light of their current position, she had no choice in the matter. Chad was repeatedly pressing past her tonsils, and she was happy to have him do it. Her tongue did what it could, but in this position, she mainly relied on providing the suction she knew her husband loved.

His words of encouragement had her moaning her approval of his newfound voice. Just as she was appreciating his new aggressiveness, he suddenly backed off, withdrawing from her. Although it gave her a chance to catch her breath, she was disappointed by the unexpected vacancy in her mouth.

"See, she likes being told what to do," she heard Mike say. The words were undeniably true. Then, just as she had felt the void in her mouth, she now felt the emptiness in her vagina as Mike pulled out as well. Lifting her head to look at him, she was about to ask what was wrong when he extended a hand as if to assist her and said, "Turn over."

The command was clear and concise, leaving no room for questioning. Once her brain processed the demand, she immediately complied, not considering any alternative. As she began to roll over to obey his command, she felt him guide her closer to the edge of the table before he pushed on her back, signaling that he wanted her to bend over right there. The result left her face at the end, still accessible to Chad.

One of Mike's hands then forcefully grabbed a leg and brought it up to rest on the table, completely opening her to him once again. She could feel the warmth emanating from him as he drew closer, the crown of his erection at her entrance once more. Regardless of how swollen she felt, the sensation of him entering her again was exquisite. Mike started to find his rhythm once more.

Lucy focused solely on the feel of every inch slipping back home. She could swear she felt every vein and fibrous band concealed under the thin layer of taut skin when she was suddenly ripped from this state of pleasure.

"Ah!" came the sharp yelp as his hand crashed down on her cheek with stinging force. Lucy's eyes widened, the shock of the slap sending a jolt through her body. Her mouth opened in a silent 'O' as she felt a fresh wave of arousal coat her already slick folds. The sudden, sharp pain had unexpected roots in pleasure, making her crave more.

Mike's hips surged forward, burying his cock deep inside her. "Don't just stand there, put something in her mouth before your neighbors come out to see what she's screaming about," he commanded as she started to moan again.

The pain-pleasure mix had Lucy's heart pounding. She pushed her ass back, inviting more, not even registering what he was telling Chad. The only thing she could manage as a meek, "Again."

There was no hesitation on Mike's part as he quickly brought his hand down again. The unexpected crack of skin on skin echoed around the patio, making Lucy jump. The pain was completely different this time, penetrating deeper, but the pleasure seemed to follow suit, burrowing from her flesh to her core. She felt a rush of wetness escape her, coating her thighs as Mike began to rear back. The sudden impact of his body into hers, made her body pulse forward. Her back arched, and her jaw slack, all she could do was take it.

As all of this played out, Chad wasted no more time as he stepped in front of her and pushed her head back down onto his shaft. Lucy could instantly taste the precum that was oozing from the head, down his shaft.

"Fuck, Lucy, you feel so good," Mike praised once more as he caused her head to violently impale itself on Chad's length, under the force of his thrusts. "You know what the good thing is about you not fucking her, Chad? You've left her so much tighter for me." There was no humor in Mike's voice. It sounded like a statement of fact, as he took her for his own, telling her husband all about it. "It's fucking amazing. You don't know what you've been missing Chad. She's squeezing the life out of my cock!"

Was she an object of desire? A tool for pleasure? A toy to be flaunted around to make another man jealous? She didn't know, but she was apparently an object to be used for someone else's purpose and she was completely ok with that, as long as the pleasure continued and she was worshipped in some fashion.

Even Chad was now forcefully using her and in this new position, she deftly put her tongue to work. Her hands having to support her weight, as well as brace against Mike's thrusts, she had to rely on only her mouth to pleasure her husband, but she had no concerns about that task. Her lip covered her bottom teeth as she pressed into the tube that ran the length of the bottom with the pressure she knew he liked. Her tongue was circling his head when he gave her the time to, or tickling that sensitive spot under the head. Other times, when he pulled back far enough, she'd press the head up into the roof of her mouth, allowing the hard surface to stimulate the top ridge of his head.

She did everything she could to touch the areas she knew he liked. The result was Chad grunting as he gripped her head, bringing some stability to it against Mike's pounding so he could direct her where he wanted.

At the other end, Mike gripped her hips, and she could feel his fingers digging into her. Her body responded automatically to the man taking her, and she instinctively pushed back against his every thrust, regardless of how hard he may be bottoming out inside her.

Mike's sudden words cut through the sensations as they pierced her ears. "Do you know your wife told me she likes to masturbate while thinking of herself?"

This was a secret she'd only ever shared with Mike. It was true, and maybe it made sense? After all, she was enjoying these men using her body for pleasure, so why shouldn't she derive the same pleasure from herself?

"She told me she likes to look at herself in the mirror, watching her reflection as she touches herself, spreading her pussy lips open to see how wet she gets."

She felt so exposed, her secret laid out for Chad by a man she worked with and once called her boss. She had never told Mike the last part, but it wouldn't be hard to make that association considering everything, and the fact that Mike was currently lying to Chad about her confession did not make the statement any less true.

"She won't even masturbate in the shower because she doesn't want to let the water wash her juices away." Those words were true, generally speaking. The shower was reserved for scratching that unyielding itch when getting ready for work. It was more of a 'break glass in case of emergency' situation than an opportunity to derive real pleasure from it.

The fact that Mike was saying all of this to her husband made her feel humiliated that he knew, and Chad didn't. And yet, she couldn't help but moan as Mike laid her bare before Chad.

All the while, Chad's thrusts grew more forceful. With each new revelation, his grip tightened a little more in her hair. Each thrust seemed to have more purpose as he drove deeper into her mouth, with less regard for her comfort.

"That's how dirty your wife is, Chad. What kind of filthy whore would rather be covered in her own slime than clean water?" The comment was directed at Chad, but Lucy felt it speak directly to her pleasure center, prompting a new wave of arousal to assist him in using her however he saw fit.

When his hand came down twice more, she nearly gagged on Chad. Mike's timing couldn't have been worse, Chad had just entered her throat, constricting any air that might have tried to escape in the shock of the unexpected blows. She loved it--she loved how she was completely at their mercy, used and abused.

"Does this make you feel like a whore, Lucy? Does it make you feel like the dirty little bitch you are?"

Yes, she screamed in her head, but all that came out was a prolonged moan that signified her consent to his degradation. Her reward for her honesty was more of Mike's hand coming down against her skin with enough force to leave a red imprint. The sting of the slap rekindled her desire, and her pussy clenched around Mike's cock, eliciting a groan from him.

Lucy looked up into Chad's eyes through all of this.

"She loves it, doesn't she, Chad?" Mike taunted. "Your wife loves being called a whore. She loves being treated like a filthy slut."

Chad's grip on her hair tightened, and he thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged reflexively, but he held her in place, forcing her to take him. She could feel the familiar signs of his impending release.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" The words rushed out, confirming what she already knew.

Focusing her efforts on making sure Chad felt as much pleasure as possible, despite another man fucking her, she increased the intensity of her suction, her tongue finding any spot it could to draw forth his pleasure whenever he wasn't burying himself in her throat.

"That's it, Lucy," Mike praised. "Make your husband cum. Show him how much you love his cock. Your job tonight is to just take our cum."

Her body responded to the idea of her sole purpose being to accept their cum, and it seemed Chad's body did too, as his seed finally washed over her tongue, spraying toward the back of her mouth. She was in a state of bliss as she received her prize when she was once again ripped from her pleasure by Mike's introduction of a new way to humiliate her.

"Mmph," was all that escaped her mouth as she tried not to let Chad's cum shoot from her nose. He had pulled her head back, tilting her face up toward his. In an effort to calm Chad's sudden forceful thrusts, she abandoned bracing herself and brought a hand to his shaft instead.

"Fuck, that's tight," he proclaimed as Lucy's pussy clamped down on his cock in a sudden, blissful orgasm. She tried to focus on his warm cum flooding her mouth. "I bet Chad doesn't make you cum like this, does he, Lucy?" Mike continued.

In this moment, however, Lucy just wanted to focus on Chad's pleasure--Mike be damned. As he continued to release ribbon after ribbon in her mouth, she cradled his balls, rolling them in her hand to coax every last drop from him. His body had stiffened, and it became her duty to draw out every bit of ecstasy from him that she could. The warmth of his release filled her, and she savored each moment, finding joy in the fullness of their connection. The taste, the heat, and the intimate vulnerability seamlessly intertwined her pleasure with his.

Lucy looked up at Chad, watching his face contort in bliss, a mixture of primal ecstasy and sheer abandon. A wave of satisfaction washed over her, knowing that she was the source of his pleasure. It was exhilarating to witness him lose himself completely after all this time. Offering herself so entirely to this shared moment, she was consumed by the intensity of his pleasure, feeling it resonate deep within her.

The physical act was intensified by the third participant who was firmly planted deep inside her, seeking his own release. It was an experience neither of them had ever shared before. In the primal part of her, she discovered a pleasure all her own, derived exclusively from being theirs.

"Fuck, Lucy, you're gonna make me cum too," he warned her, and she could feel his rhythm falter, becoming less consistent. "Where do you want it? In your pussy or on your ass?"

Releasing Chad's spent penis from her mouth, she panted, "My pussy." She was grateful that Mike gave her the option instead of forcing it. "I want you to cum in my pussy, Mike, please." Her voice was hoarse from the repeated abuse it had taken that night.

She felt his hand crash down on her ass once more before he gripped her tightly. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned. "I can feel every inch of your cunt hugging my cock."

His movements became more urgent, more insistent, and Lucy couldn't help but push back against him, meeting his force with her own, inviting him to claim her more fully. She wanted him to finish inside her while Chad bore witness to the end of this inappropriate union with a superior at work--one she would have to face again, and Chad would have to accept every day she went to work.

"That's it, take my cock in that filthy cunt of yours," he huffed. "I'm gonna make that pussy overflow with my cum." With that, he leaned over her just long enough to pull her body back against him. One arm wrapped around her, roughly groping her breast while the other took hold of her throat and squeezed. Her head had nowhere to go except to his shoulder, and she could hear every huff and puff as he tried to bring himself to climax. The sounds he made weren't the most pleasant, but the fact that she had his body reacting this way was intoxicating.

This new level of possession pushed her toward another fresh orgasm, so quickly after the last. She reached down to pleasure her clit, eager to reach her own release yet again. She knew that if she was fast enough, she could coax that wave of pleasure back and manage multiple orgasms. Right now, she wanted to cum with him. Her fingers danced over her swollen nub, feeling the slick desire coat her skin, flecks of her arousal flying from the force and speed of her hand's back-and-forth motion. Every so often, she would push her fingers back, spreading them around his cock, feeling him slide in and out before dragging more of her essence back up to lubricate her clit as it threatened to dry out in the cool air.

"Please, Mike," she croaked, his grip still holding her by the throat. "Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me." She arched her back, pressing her ass against him.

She tried to wait for him to cum, but her expert fingers pushed her over the edge as they deftly stimulated her clit. She aimed to prolong her pleasure until he was finished, but she couldn't stop the mental ecstasy she experienced from his verbal assault. Her walls clamped down on his cock, milking him as she came harder than she ever had in her life. The waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and shivering.

The force of it had her entire body spasming. Her pussy throbbed around him, her clit jumped under her fingers, and her nipples hardened even further. She felt a rush of wetness coat his shaft, her body wanting to claim him as much as he was claiming her.

It seemed her spasms were enough to finally coax his orgasm out of him. She could feel the hot jets of his cum fill her, coating her inner walls and flowing back out as he continued to thrust. Lucy's body continued to convulse as she milked him for every last drop of his essence. The sensation of his release triggered a renewed wave of her own pleasure, drawing out her orgasm even further.

"Fuck, yeah, Lucy. Take it all. Every fucking drop," Mike groaned, his voice hoarse with exertion. "Take that cum in your dirty little cunt." His grip on her throat tightened.

Panting heavily, Lucy nodded, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. "Yes, Mike. Give it to me. I can already feel it running down my leg," she breathed.

With that, Mike moved his hands to her shoulders, pulling her back against himself as hard as he could. The last of his essence splashed against her cervix, the very entrance to her womb.

The feeling of his hot seed being deposited inside her sent a shiver down Lucy's spine. She could feel the weight of his body pressing against her back, his chest heaving with the effort of his climax. They stayed locked together for a few moments, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their pleasure.

Mike's hands slid down her back, gently tracing the path of her skin until they came to rest on the twin globes of her ass. As he leaned over and kissed her between the shoulders, he came up to whisper, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you, Lucy." She could feel his warm breath in her ear.

It was a secret deposited in her, just like his seed--spoken too low for Chad to hear as Mike's rapidly deflating erection slipped from her sheath. Just as she had felt her free will leave her earlier, she felt the remnants of their coupling start to drain out of her as well.

All she could do was lay spread across the table, one leg barely supporting any of her weight. As she heard Mike sit in the seat behind her, all she could think of were the words of that volunteer so many years ago as he admired his handiwork after leaving her in a similar state of bliss.

The difference this time was that her husband was there for her, even if Mike seemed done with her. She was reminded of this when she felt his touch on her face before he kissed her forehead, the only part he could easily reach as her face was pressed into the table after her neck gave out from supporting her weight.

He reached under her arms and lifted her, signaling it was time to get up. Assisting him as best she could, he guided her to the chair he had sat in previously, while she had worshiped Mike's substantial rod. Grateful for the feel of a soft yet firm cushion for the first time in what seemed like forever, she melted into it as she tried to recover. The throbbing between her legs from how swollen she felt reminded her of the newfound pleasures she'd experienced tonight. If she had had the energy, she wouldn't have let her inflamed channel stop her from taking more.

Chad's words brought her back to her surroundings as he gently wiped her face with a shirt. "Are you okay?" he asked, clear sincerity for her well-being in his voice.

"I'm fine, baby. Just... tired," she replied. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was alive with the experiences of the night. She couldn't help but think how she had almost wished Mike would decline the invitation this afternoon--the delights she would have missed out on if he had.

After giving her some water to wet her palate and soothe her throat, Chad helped her to her feet. At this point, it was more an issue of the tightness in her legs after exerting so much energy and bracing herself against the onslaught of Mike's passion.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Chad said to her, leading her towards the house. "And Mike, would you mind seeing yourself out while I get her to bed?

As she made her way towards the stairs, she was glad she finally gave in to Chad's request.