The Company Slut

The Company Slut

This is a well trodden plot of a wife helping her husband win promotion. This is my take on it. For all those angry keyboard warriors, please do not waste your time reading this is if the content about a promiscuous wife makes your blood boil. I write for fun only and all plots are fictional. I am still new to this and am very critical of my own work so feedback is always welcome.

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Liam walked into the kitchen wearing a plain white shirt, a bit tighter on him than it used to be. He had stopped exercising as much as normal recently.

"Morning," he said, leaning down to kiss Becky on the cheek.

She stood at the counter in her old grey pyjama shorts, soft and a little clingy, riding up just enough to show some thigh.

Her top was a faded blue camisole with lace at the edges. The fabric was thin now, her breasts moving underneath, no bra--she never wore one at home.

"Morning," she said, still half-asleep. She knew Liam was looking -- he always did when she wore this top. She loved that. Even after all these years.

She felt his hand graze lightly across her lower back as he reached for the fridge.

Becky leaned on the counter sipping her tea. She glanced at the calendar. Meetings. Groceries. Life. Her days were the same now.

She was looking for another job after her last company relocated to another part of the country. Summer months meant vacancies were scarce.

"You alright?" Liam asked without looking up.

"Just tired," she replied. But her eyes drifted to him. He looked handsome, if a little worn. His hair had thinned slightly. His jawline wasn't quite as sharp. But he was still her Liam.

Still the man who, once upon a time, had chased her.

She caught his eyes flicking back to her chest as she took another sip. The top clung more now that the tea had warmed her. Her nipples pressed gently against the cotton.

You always look there first, she thought.

Liam cleared his throat. "Big day today. Sean's coming in for the quarterly review."

Becky glanced over at him. "Nervous?"

He shrugged, but she could see the tension in his jaw. "He's impossible to read. I've done everything right, but--" He trailed off, looking down at his coffee.

She leaned over just enough to give him a view. She liked the way his eyes lit up when he looked at her, even if he tried to hide it. "You'll be fine. You always are."

He smiled. "Not always."

The front door clicked shut behind Liam, and with it, the morning went downhill. Becky stood in the quiet kitchen, her mug now cold in her hand.

The hum of the fridge was the only sound.

Well, that's it then. Just you and this silence.

She wandered slowly through the house. Unmade bed. Unanswered emails. A half-finished novel by the sofa she hadn't touched in weeks. Another day of... what, exactly?

Becky sighed and made her way upstairs.

Becky turned the shower on and let the steam build before stepping inside. She caught sight of herself in the mirror.

She paused.

Her big breasts still were firm, dotted with freckles across the top and down along the sides. Men had always loved her breasts from a young age. They shifted gently as she breathed in. She cupped one lazily with her hand, her thumb grazing the nipple.

Still got it, she thought, half smiling.

She turned and stepped under the water, letting it flow over her shoulders, and back, between her breasts down to her pussy.

She reached for the shower gel, spreading the lather in slow circles -- first across her neck, then over her breasts. She squeezed them, feeling the give, the warm pressure of them moving beneath her fingers. Her nipples pressed into her palms, sensitive from the warmth and touch.

No job to rush to. No meetings, no Zoom, no deadlines. Just this, and all the time in the world.

Her hand slid lower -- past her navel, fingertips tracing her inner thigh, then brushing against the neat, trimmed hair above her pussy. She let them linger.

She wasn't exactly turned on. Not yet. But there was a bored heat building -- the kind that came not from from missing attention.

Her middle finger slid between the lips of her pussy -- warm, soft, already slick from the water. She drew a slow circle over her clit. Then again. Just to see.

Her head tilted back under the water. Eyes closed.

No thoughts of Liam.

Instead, flashes drifted through her mind.

The neighbour she used to catch watching her sunbathe when she was nineteen.

The lecturer who gave her a B+ with a knowing smirk. Earned through wearing loose blouses affording down blouse views

The guy in the bar toilet who couldn't believe a girl like her was that forward.

It wasn't about the men. It was about the effect she used to have. The way it made her feel. The attention. The easy power of it all.

She circled her clit again. Slower. Firmer. Her hips shifted slightly.

A pulse throbbed between her legs -- sharper now.

She wanted to come.

And she wanted it to be just for her.

Becky braced her free hand against the tiles and pressed harder, her tits moving with each motion. Her thighs tightened. Her lips parted in a breathless moan.

Just as the orgasm subsided -- she slowed.

Hand wet, body tingling, breath quick.

She stood there, water rolling over her chest, down her stomach, between her legs.

And smiled.

She loved her free life before Liam but the past 10 years had been wonderful too.

Becky stood in front of the wardrobe, towel still wrapped under her arms still glowing from the shower orgasm.

She pulled open the drawer of bras, then paused. Closed it again.

She pulled on a ribbed white vest top. Thin enough to cling, especially across her chest. Her 38Ds pressed against her top. No bra. It felt rebellious yet oddly comforting.

Over that, a button-down denim shirt, left open matched with a pair of green skirt and tanned sandals with a slight heel. Casual, but flattering.

She checked herself in the mirror.

Not bad.

Her nipples were visible. Clearly. The vest wasn't see-through, but it didn't leave much to the imagination. She hesitated. Then smiled to herself.

Let them look.

The streets were half-full with that idle weekday calm.

She wandered aimlessly through shops. Boutiques mostly. Dresses, skirts, floaty blouses she couldn't justify buying when she wasn't earning anything.

She tried a few things on anyway.

A soft black wrap dress, snug around the waist, plunging neckline. She stepped out of the changing room to check the longer mirror. She noticed a male customer do a double-take.

Becky noticed.

Their eyes met briefly. He looked away, flustered. She turned, pretending not to care but her cheeks flushed.

She stared at herself.

She almost bought it. But could not justify it so put it back.

Back home, the house was quiet.

She dropped the shopping bag on the counter and kicked off her sandals. The skirt felt tighter after the walk. Hips swaying more than usual.

She'd noticed the looks earlier. One guy by the coffee shop, younger than her. Yeah, she enjoyed the looks.

She peeled off the denim shirt and the thin white vest was clinging right across her chest. No way to miss the outline of her breasts. Full and heavy.

She started preparing dinner.

Would Liam notice?

He usually did. To be fair, she was used to that attention. Her breasts always attracted attention.

She set the table. Nothing fancy. Then she sat. Scrolled her phone. Checked the time and waited for Liam to return. Her life was becoming tedious and predictable.

The front door clicked open just after seven.

Becky was still in the kitchen. She turned when she heard Liam drop his keys. One look and she knew.

He didn't need to say a word. His body language spoke volumes. That quiet movement contained frustration.

"Hey," she said gently. "Dinner's ready."

He gave a half-smile. "Smells amazing."

They sat. Ate. Talked around the subject. Becky didn't push -- just watched the tension in his fingers, the way he barely tasted the food.

Finally, halfway through the second glass of wine, he let out a breath.

"He tore it apart."

Becky paused.

"Sean?"

Liam nodded, eyes on his plate. "Said I missed the strategic point. That I was too caught up in details. Again."

She frowned. "That's ridiculous."

"He made it clear I'm not the one he sees moving up. Not this time." He scoffed. "Dan's got the 'edge,' apparently."

She reached across and took his hand.

"You're worth ten of Dan," she said softly.

They didn't talk much after that. Liam showered. Becky tidied the kitchen.

She changed into a loose black T-shirt, low at the neck. Liam was already under the covers, facing away. Still tense. She slipped in beside him and her hand found his chest.

"Still awake?" she whispered.

A low murmur. "Yeah."

She let her fingers drift downward. Across his stomach. Beneath the duvet. Until she felt his cock -- warm, soft, but slowly stirring.

He didn't stop her. She slowly started stroking him feeling it slowly getting bigger.

Becky moved the covers down, leaned in, and kissed his shoulder.

Then kissed his stomach with her kisses going lower as she kept stroking him.

She took her time.

Her lips brushed the tip of his cock -- soft, teasing -- before she opened her mouth and took him slowly inside. One inch. Then another. Her tongue circled the tip, then flattened along the underside as she eased down. She kept stroking him as her tongue circled the tip and lower down.

Her hand gripped the base gently, moving in rhythm with her mouth. Her other hand slid between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet.

God, she thought, I needed this too. I cannot believe how aroused I am at the moment.

She kept going alternating between taking him in her mouth and licking the length of his cock all done slowly and deliberately. Letting him feel every movement. Every flick of her tongue. Every soft moan in the back of her throat. Her breasts swayed gently with each motion. She was aching for him to squeeze them roughly but he was not in that sort of a mood.

He reached down, brushed her hair back. His fingers trailed along her cheek.

She looked up into his eyes as she sucked him deeper -- and saw it in his face: that flicker of relief, of pleasure, of need.

She pulled off slowly with a wet pop, kissing the tip, then crawled up over him, straddling his hips.

"Let me," she whispered, voice low, breath warm against his mouth.

He nodded, hands already moving under her shirt.

He cupped her breasts -- big, full, freckled. His thumbs rubbed her nipples through the cotton until she couldn't take it anymore and peeled the shirt off, tossing it aside.

His hands roamed greedily now, squeezing, kneading her tits. Becky rocked her hips against him, teasing his cock between her pussy lips. She was soaked.

She slowly sank down on his cock as he entered her wet pussy slowly, tight, inch by inch taking him fully inside her with a soft gasp.

Liam groaned, hands gripping her waist.

Becky rolled her hips, breasts bouncing with every movement. His hands slid up again, thumbing her nipples, then cupping the heavy underside of her tits as she rode him harder. He could see her breasts bouncing as she slowly picked up speed. His cock slamming into her with every downward movement.

She leaned forward, letting her tits sway near his mouth.

He took one nipple in, sucking gently, then biting just enough to make her gasp.

Her pussy clenched tighter as she moved faster, the friction building, the rhythm perfect. She could feel him throbbing inside her.

Liam's voice broke the silence. "God... Becky..."

She smiled, panting, riding him harder now. "Don't stop," she whispered. "Just like that..."

She came first -- shaking, thighs trembling, her whole body tensing around him.

He followed seconds later, his cum erupting deep inside her, gripping her ass hard as he filled her.

They lay still for a while after. No words. Just the sound of their breathing. Kissing.

Becky rested her cheek on his chest, eyes closed and fell asleep within minutes.

Becky stirred the following morning and looked at Liam's side of the bed but he was already gone.

She lay still for a moment. Her breasts felt tender, her thighs sticky. She smiled to herself.

She rolled out of bed pulled on the same black T-shirt from the night before and made her way to the kitchen.

He looked up from his cereal bowl and grinned.

"You're up."

"You're dressed," she said, eyeing the crisp shirt and trousers. "Ambitious for a Thursday."

"Team meetings. Forecast review. The usual thrill ride."

As she drank her tea, her nipples were stiff, pressing against the soft t-shirt material. She saw his eyes drift. Again. As always.

And she liked it.

"Sleep okay?" he asked.

She nodded, sipping again. "Better than okay."

He smiled with the look he used to wear more often.

They sat together in their usual routine. But there was a charge in the silence.

"So... there's a company thing tomorrow night." Liam said.

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Kind of a client-and-partner dinner. Not formal-formal. But decent turnout. Sean will be there. Be nice if you came along."

She was wondering where this was going as he usually didn't ask her to these events.

And then, quietly, he added:

"Might be good if you... made an impression."

Becky turned toward him, slow and deliberate.

"An impression?"

He cleared his throat. "Just that... you've got a way of putting people at ease. Be nice if we got noticed."

She stirred her tea slowly.

"You mean I should dress up," she said flatly. "For your boss."

He looked embarrassed now. "It's stupid. Forget I said anything."

She didn't say anything right away.

She imagined slipping into that new black wrap dress she hadn't bought yesterday. She imagined Sean seeing her in it. She imagined Liam watching him. She met her husband's eyes and gave a soft smile.

"I'll think about it."

After Liam left for work, Becky stood in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around her after a shower.

She didn't really get dressed up anymore. Not properly.

She'd forgotten what that even felt like. Back in college, it was automatic -- low tops, short skirts, no bra most of the time. Even at school, she'd known exactly what to wear if she wanted attention. It had never been a problem.

Guys used to fall over themselves.

And she liked it. That look in their eyes when she leaned forward or walked past with just the right bounce in her step. It wasn't about sleeping with anyone -- it was the buzz of being noticed. Though god knows she slept with enough men before Liam.

She remembered wearing crop tops in lectures, crossing her legs slowly when a professor was talking to her. It was always easy.

Then Liam came along. And everything changed.

Not in a bad way -- he was sweet. Solid. Different from the others. And she'd loved him for that. Still did.

But it wasn't lost on her how fast she'd started toning things down after they got serious. Less cleavage. More covered-up. She'd stopped flirting because Liam got twitchy whenever another man looked too long.

He never made her feel bad. But he didn't exactly look comfortable when it happened.

So she'd adjusted. Bit by bit.

And now here he was, asking her to turn it all back on. For his boss.

She opened her drawer. Looked at a couple of bras, picked up a black lace one, then changed her mind and tossed it back.

Is he objectifying me for his own benefit?

Or is it any different from what I used to do anyway?

She didn't know yet.

She pulled on a cream vest top and a short linen overshirt, leaving it open. Simple black leggings. Nothing new, nothing flashy.

The town centre was quiet again. Becky wandered past the same boutique she'd looked in earlier that week, paused at the window, then walked in without really thinking.

Her phone buzzed in her bag, and she pulled it out.

Liam

"Don't forget dinner's early tomorrow. Event's 7:30. Sean's always on time."

She smirked and typed back, slowly.

Becky

"What should I wear?"

The typing dots appeared. Then vanished. Then came back.

Liam

"Whatever you feel good in."

She watched the screen, then replied:

Becky

"That's not an answer."

"Sexy good, or professional good?"

A pause.

Liam

"To impress."

"Like you used to."

She stared at that for a moment. That last line.

Like you used to.

She felt her stomach flutter slightly. Permission? Or maybe something closer to a challenge?

She sent back:

"You sure you can handle that?"

Liam

"Try me."

Becky slipped the phone back in her bag, smiling now. Something buzzed low in her belly. She wandered deeper into the shop.

Becky picked a black satin dress -- sleeveless, with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran almost to mid-thigh. She held it up against herself.

Becky took it to the changing room.

Inside, she undressed slowly. Pulled on the dress. It clung in all the right places -- cinched at the waist, draped just enough to show the top curve of her breasts. She turned side-on in the mirror.

No bra. No need for one. Her nipples showed faintly. Not vulgar. Just enough to make someone look twice.

She tried on two more dresses, equally revealing.

When she left the shop, she had a bag in her hand.

Two dresses. She still didn't know which one she'd wear.

But she knew they'd both make an impression.

That evening, Liam lay back against the pillows freshly showered. Becky stood by the dresser, brushing her hair, wearing just a pair of soft grey knickers and a white vest top with no bra.

"Keep looking at me like that," she said, smirking, "and I'll start charging."

He chuckled, voice low. "You started it."

She walked over slowly, hips swaying more than necessary, and climbed onto the bed beside him, straddling his thigh. She leaned forward as she stared down at him and slowly pulled the sheet aside.

He was already hard.

Without breaking eye contact, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and gave the first slow stroke.

"You really want me to dress like I used to?" she asked softly.

Liam nodded, already tense.

She kept her rhythm steady. "Not just sexy. I mean... showing skin."

She leaned in slightly, letting her breasts hang closer to his face. "Do you want your boss to stare at my tits while you're talking about quarterly figures?"

He swallowed hard. "I want him to notice you."

Becky gave a slow smirk. "That wasn't a no."

Her hand slid a little faster. Her other drifted down between her legs towards her pussy, fingers grazing over her already wet knickers. She pressed two fingers against the fabric and closed her eyes for a second.

"Oh... yeah."

Then she looked back at him -- locked in.

"You want Dan sitting there all night, pretending not to stare at my tits?"

She smirked as she stroked Liam slower. "Bet he'll get home and touch himself thinking about what I was wearing. Wondering if I let you fuck me in it." Liam groaned.

She rolled her hips slowly against his leg, rubbing herself in time with her strokes on him. Her hand on his cock slick now and her fingers beneath her knickers started working slow circles over her clit.

She giggled softly -- mocking, but affectionate. "You okay knowing they'll see the freckles on my tits before dessert?"

He nodded furiously, hips bucking up into her hand.

She paused letting him sit on the edge.

Then she leaned in, kissed him deeply, tongue teasing. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Do you think they'll wonder what I taste like?"

Liam groaned again body twitching.

She sped up, her hand a blur now, and her own fingers pressed harder against her pussy, hips grinding down onto her thigh.

"Cum for me," she said, low and breathless. "Cum on my tits. I want them glistening when I walk into the dining room tomorrow."

He exploded, thick spurts splashing across her chest streaking her freckles and on her nipples. She gasped as her own orgasm followed with her thighs clenched around his leg, her knickers soaked.

For a second, neither of them moved.

Then Becky leaned back, smearing his cum over her breasts with two fingers.

"Think I'll wear the black dress," she said casually. "Plunges just enough."

Then she crawled off him, hips still twitching slightly, and stood beside the bed -- glowing, messy, satisfied.

She turned back toward him, breasts still exposed, freckles glistening.

The following day, Liam pushed the front door open just after 5:30, still in work mode. He called out a soft "Hello?" as he kicked off his shoes.

No reply.

He walked upstairs slowly, still replaying parts of the day in his head -- Dan being smug, Sean barely looking up in the team huddle. He wasn't in the mood to talk.

But as he reached the top of the stairs, he stopped.

The bedroom door was half open.

And Becky was standing in front of the mirror, barefoot, wearing the dress.

The black one.

Straps off the shoulder. Plunging neckline. Tight all the way down her waist and hips, stopping mid-thigh. No bra. No necklace. Just skin -- freckled and flushed -- and the soft outline of her nipples pressing against the satin.

She turned slowly, running her hands down her sides, checking the fit over her ass.

When she caught Liam in the mirror, she smiled.

"Well?" she asked, turning to face him fully.

Liam blinked. "Wow."

She raised an eyebrow. "Wow good? Or wow 'you're going to make me change'?"

He stepped in, dropped his jacket onto the bed.

"It's... more than I expected."

She walked toward him slowly and confidently. The dress hugged her every step.

She stopped inches in front of him, tipped her chin up.

"You asked for this," she said softly.

"I know," he replied, eyes drifting down. "And I meant it."

She studied him looking for any flicker of hesitation. Then she reached behind, unzipped the back halfway and one strap slid from her shoulder.

"Still good?" she teased.

Liam exhaled slowly. "Better than good."

She gave him a long look. Then stepped even closer.

"You okay with Sean seeing this much of me?" she asked, voice low, lips brushing his ear. "Okay with Dan wondering what it looks like underneath?"

His jaw flexed. She could feel the tension in him now. Arousal. Possessiveness. Curiosity.

She bit her lip, eyes locked on his.

"Because I could wear something safer," she said, almost sweetly. "Higher neckline. Looser fit. Maybe something that hides how fat and freckled my tits really are."

Liam's breath hitched. "No," he said quickly.

"No?"

He shook his head. "I want them to see."

Becky smiled then. Not smug. Not cruel. Just... turned on.

She reached up, slid the strap back onto her shoulder, zipped the dress back to the top, and turned to check herself in the mirror again.

"They'll definitely see," she said casually. "Not sure they'll remember anything else."

Then she picked up her heels and walked slowly toward the bathroom.

"Get ready," she called back over her shoulder. "We're going to be late."

The venue was a sleek private dining room at a high-end hotel near the river. Becky walked in with Liam at her side, hips swaying with each step. Her black dress clung like it was meant to.

She could feel the eyes on her from the moment they stepped in.

And the wives. All dressed very conservatively. Becky approached, smiling politely.

"Hi, I'm Becky. Liam's wife."

Two of them smiled back and one glanced briefly down at Becky's dress. Noticing the neckline.

She smiled through polite conversations about holidays, catering, polite and confident.

But then her eyes drifted across the room towards the bar, where Liam stood with a drink in hand, talking to Dan and Sean.

She knew that look.

Dan was nodding, fake-smiling, barely listening.

Sean had one hand in his pocket, barely looking at Liam at all.

Dismissive. Detached.

Becky decided its time Liam had attention. She started walking over moving slowly, deliberately. Her tits bounced just enough in the dress to be noticeable.

As she approached Liam, Sean looked up.

And his entire posture shifted.

He stood straighter. Smiled. And finally made proper eye contact with Liam as he introduced Becky.

Becky offered her hand. "Nice to finally meet you Sean."

"Ah, of course Becky," Sean said, voice warm but more alert now. "Liam's mentioned you, though not nearly enough."

Becky smiled. "Hopefully all good things."

"Mostly," Dan said, laughing too quickly.

Sean's eyes moved from Becky's face to her neckline, then back again. "Its great to finally meet you."

Becky didn't miss the glance. She tilted her head, offering a polite smile. "And you too."

Liam looked like he wanted to say something but didn't. Dan, meanwhile, looked her up and down more openly.

Sean was about to say something, but paused. Smiled, then looked at Liam properly for the first time.

"I was going to run through something work-related later," he said. "You two should sit with us up front. We've got space at the main table."

Liam blinked. "Oh -- I thought we were at the client end."

"You were," Sean replied. "But now you're with us."

Becky said nothing. Just met Sean's gaze with a smile -- and slowly crossed one leg over the other. The slit in her dress shifted slightly higher. She pretended not to notice the way both men glanced down.

Then she turned to Liam resting a hand lightly on his lower back.

The main table was at the centre of the room. It was an elegant affair with white linen and a centrepiece flower arrangement in place.

By the time Becky and Liam reached the main table, everyone was seated with conversations in full flow.

Sean looked up from a conversation with someone across the table. His eyes landed on Becky, and this time, they lingered.

He stood and smiled. "Liam. I am glad you joining us."

Liam shook his hand. "Thanks. Appreciate the seat shuffle."

Sean waved it off. "Good company deserves better placement."

Liam sat first, and Becky followed and as she crossed her legs, the slit shifted slightly higher on her thigh. Sean noticed.

Dinner resumed, and for the first few minutes, Becky listened more than she spoke sipping her wine, occasionally leaning into Liam to ask quiet questions or share a private comment that made him smirk.

Dan tried his best to impress -- asking about restaurants, travel plans, making half-decent jokes. Becky laughed politely but always circling her attention back to Liam.

Sean was more deliberate.

He turned slightly toward her during the main course.

"So, Becky," he said, voice low and casual, "do you work?"

She shook her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "No. I left my last role when they relocated. Bit of a reset at the moment."

"Are you London-based?"

"Originally, yeah. Moved out when Liam did."

He smiled. "He convinced you to join the quiet life?"

She glanced at Liam. "Didn't take much convincing. I like being where he is."

Sean held her gaze a moment longer than necessary. "That's rare."

She just smiled. Said nothing. But she shifted slightly in her seat, letting her knee brush lightly against Liam's under the table.

Conversation was in full flow as Becky listened, but halfway through, she felt something unexpected.

Sean's knee.

It touched hers -- barely.

She assumed it was accidental.

But it didn't move.

And neither did she.

The contact was subtle. Not overt. But deliberate.

She glanced toward him. He was watching Dan's story unfold, glass in hand, relaxed.

Not looking at her.

But he knew.

And Becky... let it stay.

She turned toward Liam, brushing a hand over his shoulder as she leaned in to say something she didn't need to say -- just to feel the closeness again.

And under the table, Sean's knee still pressed softly against hers.

As the evening went on, the main room had thinned out. Becky stood at the bar with Liam beside her, who could not keep his eye off her chest where the neckline of her black dress dipped low.

Liam gave her thigh a squeeze. "You've been perfect tonight."

She smiled at him, fingers brushing the back of his hand. "You held your own. You looked good doing it."

He kissed her cheek and stepped away. "Bathroom. Be right back."

Becky turned to her drink, exhaling. A moment later, Sean slid onto the stool beside her, close enough that their knees touched under the bar. He didn't say anything at first, just let the silence settle, the heat of his body obvious in the crowded room.

He took a sip of whisky, eyes on the bottles behind the bar. "You looked bored over there," he said, voice low.

She glanced at him, eyebrow raised. "Maybe I was."

Sean's mouth twitched. He leaned in, his shoulder brushing hers. "Shame. You're wasted on a table like that."

Becky let her lips curve, just a little. "You think so?"

He nodded, gaze flicking down to where her dress dipped. "Most of them didn't even notice you were there. Too busy staring."

She shrugged, casual. "That's what happens."

Sean's hand rested on the bar, fingers close to hers. "Liam's a good guy," he said, almost thoughtful. "But sometimes I wonder if he knows what he's got."

Becky's knee pressed lightly against his, not moving away. "He's not afraid to take control.."

Sean's eyes met hers, steady. "Hope not. Would be a shame if you went to waste."

She held his gaze, feeling the pulse in her throat. For a second, neither of them spoke. The noise of the bar faded.

He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. "If you ever want a different perspective... I'm around." His breath was warm against her ear, the words innocent enough, but the tone wasn't.

Their knees still touched. Becky didn't move. She felt the heat of his hand, just barely brushing her thigh as he reached for his glass.

She looked away, heart thudding, not trusting herself to speak.

Sean's phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then back at her. "I'll let you get back to your night," he said, voice soft, almost private.

Liam returned, and the moment snapped. But Becky could still feel the ghost of Sean's touch, the press of his knee, the question hanging in the air.

"All good?" Liam asked, smiling.

Sean nodded. "Very."

He turned to Becky with a parting glance that lingered just a second too long.

"Hope to see more of you both soon."

And then he was gone.

They barely spoke on the drive home.

Liam's hand was gripping Becky's thigh with his hand just beneath the slit of her dress. She could feel the heat between her legs and the dampness growing.

Once inside the house, Sean made his way upstairs. As Becky was locking up, her phone pinged.

Sean:

Didn't get to finish our conversation tonight.

You left me wanting more.

Becky:

Maybe you should try harder next time.

Sean:

Careful. I might take that as a challenge.

She stared at the phone but did not respond. She made her way upstairs and stepped towards Liam who was already in the bedroom.

Her voice dropping to a whisper. "Did you like it? Knowing they were all looking at me? Wondering what my tits would look like without the dress?"

He swallowed, eyes dark. "I liked knowing you were mine."

She pressed her body against him, feeling the hard line of his cock through his trousers. "Were you hard when you saw them staring at my ass? When Sean's eyes dropped to my cleavage every time I moved?"

He didn't answer, just kissed her almost claiming her. His hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts through the satin, thumbs circling her nipples until she gasped.

She broke the kiss, lips brushing his ear. "Do you think they're stroking themselves right now, thinking about me?"

Liam groaned, hands gripping her waist. "Fuck, Becky..."

She grinned, wicked and wild. "Show me, then. Show me how alpha you can be."

He lifted her up carrying her up the stairs. Becky laughed wrapping her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest.

In the bedroom, he set her down, and she turned, letting the dress slip from her shoulders leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong. Her breasts were full, heavy, nipples dark and swollen, freckles scattered across the soft curves.

She cupped them, squeezing, letting them bounce. "You think Sean liked these? Think he imagined what they'd look like bare?"

Liam's eyes were glued to her chest. "He couldn't stop staring."

She stepped closer, pressing her tits against his face, smothering him in soft, freckled flesh. "You want cover me in your cum so they all know I'm yours?"

He groaned, sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out. She tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding her hips against his thigh.

"Were you jealous?" she taunted, voice breathless.

He didn't answer, just shoved his trousers down, his cock springing free--thick, hard, already slick at the tip. Becky dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth, tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down the shaft.

She pulled off, stroking him with one hand, the other sliding between her legs, fingers finding her clit, already slick and swollen. "You want to fuck me? You want to see how wet I get for you?"

Liam's hands pulled her up, tossing her onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, yanking her thong aside, burying his face in her pussy. Becky gasped, arching her back, her breasts bouncing as he licked and sucked, tongue flicking over her clit until she was shaking.

She grabbed his hair, pulling him up, guiding his cock to her entrance. "Now. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard they'd hear me scream from the street."

He thrust into her, hard and deep, making her cry out. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, meeting every thrust with her own.

"Harder," she panted. "Show me. Show Sean who I belong to."

He fucked her with a roughness she hadn't felt in years, every thrust making her breasts bounce. She reached up, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, moaning his name.

"You like watching me like this?" she taunted, voice ragged. "You like knowing they all want me, but only you get to fuck me?"

Liam's eyes blazed. He flipped her over, pulling her up onto her knees, slamming into her from behind. Becky screamed her ass bouncing with every thrust.

"God, yes," she moaned. "Don't stop. Harder. Fill me up. Make me yours."

He gripped her hips, pounding into her, his cock hitting deep, her pussy clenching tight around him. She came first her whole body shaking. Liam followed shooting his cum inside her as he collapsed on top of her.

They lay tangled together hearts beating fast. Becky rolled onto her back as her breasts rolled over.

She looked over at Liam with satisfied smile on her lips. "I think we made an impression tonight, don't you?"

He grinned, pulling her close, kissing her shoulder. "Thank you darling, you were amazing."

The bedroom was still. Becky lay on her side, one leg draped loosely over Liam's. His breathing had steadied, but she knew he wasn't asleep.

Neither was she.

Her skin still buzzed. Not just from the sex, but from something else -- something she didn't quite want to name yet. The way Sean had looked at her. Spoken to her. How easy it had felt to slide back into that old self.

And Liam...

She glanced up at him in the dark. He hadn't said much on the drive home. But he'd looked at her differently. Not just with pride. With hunger. Possessiveness. Something primal.

Her hand drifted across his chest, feeling the rise and fall beneath her fingers. He was hard again. Even now.

A slow smile touched her lips.

So maybe Sean was right... Maybe Liam does need pushing. But does that make me cruel... or just honest?

She shifted slightly, letting her thigh brush his length, just enough for him to feel it.

Liam stirred.

"You're awake," she whispered.

"Can't sleep," he murmured. "You?"

She shook her head gently, nuzzling against his skin. "No."

A pause stretched between them.

Her fingers trailed lower, slow and deliberate, stopping just above his cock. She drew imaginary circles on his body.

Liam hesitated. "Is it weird I... liked it? The way they looked at you? Even Sean?"

Becky didn't answer right away. She trailed a finger along his chest.

"No," she said softly. "It's not weird."

"I was hard all night," he said quietly "Every time someone stared. Every time you laughed and they leaned in. I should've hated it, but I didn't. Sean talked to you like you were his to win"

She kissed his shoulder. "I noticed."

He turned his head slightly, looking at her. "And you... you liked it too, didn't you?"

Becky met his gaze. Her lips parted, but she didn't lie. "Yeah. I did."

Becky smiled softly in the dark.

"But you're mine," he added quickly. "I know that."

Her fingers trailed lower, slow and deliberate, stopping just above where his cock pulsed under the sheets.

"I am," she whispered. "But maybe tonight... they all got to see what you get to keep."

She leaned up, kissed his neck gently.

Liam's hand found her waist, pulling her close.

"I don't know what that says about me," he murmured. "That it turned me on."

Becky rested her head on his chest again. "It says you're honest."

Becky closed her eyes again, smiling to herself as his hand settled over hers, both of them resting there, just above the ache.

She wasn't sure where the conversation was going. She fell asleep wondering.

Becky was breathing softly fast asleep but Liam was still wide awake.

His cock ached again. Not from Becky -- but from the images in his head.

Sean's eyes on her.

Becky's tits bouncing in that black dress. The way Dan stared.

And worst of all... how much it turned him on.

She didn't sleep well. When she finally woke, Liam's side of the bed was already cold--he must've left early.

She rolled onto her back, feeling the dull ache in her breasts, her thighs still sticky from the night before. But her mind wasn't on Liam at all.

Her black dress was still crumpled from last night. She sat up, reached for it, and let it rest in her lap. She could still catch a hint of her perfume there as she heard Sean's voice in her head--"Hard to forget the way you looked in that dress..."

Her nipples tightened under her top as she slipped a hand beneath the fabric, cupping her breast still sensitive from Liam's mouth, but it felt different now.

She leaned back, letting her robe fall open. Her hand drifted down, over her stomach, then lower, fingers grazing the soft curve of her hip before slipping between her thighs.

She was already wet. It surprised her, how little it took.

Sean hadn't even touched her, not really. Just the way he looked at her--like he could, if she let him. Like he was waiting for her to say yes.

She parted her legs a little, pressing two fingers to her clit, slow circles at first, just testing, then a little firmer. A shaky breath escaped her lips.

She pictured herself walking towards the table again, Sean standing up, that look in his eyes, the heat between them. She imagined leaning in for a polite kiss on the cheek and his hand at her waist and his mouth brushing towards her face. She did not imagine Liam being with her then.

She slid a finger inside herself. Her pussy was wet as her hips shifted against her hand. What if he hadn't stopped? What if she'd let him?

Her clit throbbed under her fingers. She pressed harder, her breath coming faster, eyes fluttering shut.

She added another finger, pushing deeper, her other hand squeezing her breast, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple hard. Her back arched, a gasp slipping out.

She imagined his mouth there, biting, sucking, his fingers inside her, holding her open. Sean's voice in her ear--"You need someone who can take charge..."

Her orgasm built quickly, almost catching her off guard. Her legs tensed, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open but silent as the release washed over her.

She lay there for a while, hand still between her legs, breath shallow, gown splayed open, dress clutched in her other hand. The ceiling looked the same, the bedroom was quiet, but inside, something had shifted. She didn't feel guilty--not yet. Just this strange, hungry ache, like she wanted more.

She drifted in and out of sleep for what seemed like an eternity until her phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping her out of it. She picked it up half expecting a message from Liam. But it was Sean.

Sean:

Morning, Becky. Hope you slept well after last night's... performance.

Becky smiled, her body still humming from the night before. She let her hand drift over her breast, thumb circling a nipple as she typed back.

Becky:

Morning, Sean. I slept very well, thank you. Still feeling the effects, if I'm honest.

Sean:

Effects? I hope that's a good thing. You certainly made an impression.

She grinned, rolling onto her back, letting the sheet slip down to her waist.

Sean:

I'll admit, you've been on my mind since I got home. Hard to forget the way you looked in that dress. I hope Liam wasn't too passive after all that attention... a woman like you deserves much more.

Her cheeks flushed, a slow heat building between her thighs. She let her hand drift lower, teasing herself as she replied.

Becky:

Let's just say I didn't let him be passive. But I appreciate your concern, Sean.

Sean:

Good. I'd hate to think all that energy went to waste. What are you doing now?

She smiled, letting the sheet slip down to her waist.

Becky:

Still in bed. Taking my time. It's a slow start today.

Sean:

Lucky bed. I hope you're not alone with your thoughts for too long.

She laughed softly, her fingers circling her clit, the memory of Sean's gaze and Liam's hands blurring together.

Becky:

I suppose that depends on the thoughts.

Sean:

I hope at least a few of them are about me.

Becky smiled, biting her lip, her fingers still moving in slow, lazy circles. She let the anticipation linger before replying.

Becky:

You do have a way of making yourself memorable, Sean.

A pause. She could almost feel his satisfaction through the screen.

Sean:

Well, someone had to liven up the table. Liam's not exactly the life of the party, is he?

Becky grinned, picturing Sean's smirk, and let out a soft laugh. She didn't defend Liam--just let the joke hang, enjoying the naughtiness of it.

Becky:

He has his moments. But I suppose every party needs a little help sometimes.

Sean:

That's what I'm here for. I do like a challenge.

A few minutes later, her phone pinged again

Sean:

Back to that dress, wondering what you wore underneath.

Becky:

Wouldn't you like to know.

Sean:

I would. Maybe you'll show me sometime.

Becky set her phone aside, heart racing, a smile lingering as she decided to tackle the day.

The day passed in a blur of errands, emails, and idle scrolling. Becky went for a walk, browsed a few shops, and tried to focus on things and pretend she was not waiting for another message from Sean.

By evening, she'd almost convinced herself it was just a game. She was making dinner when Liam came through the door, his energy different--brighter, more alive.

He dropped his bag, grinning. "You would not believe today. Sean and Dan actually listened to me. Like, really listened. I pitched an idea and they just... went with it. Sean even said he liked my approach."

Becky smiled, feeling a genuine warmth for him. "That's amazing, Liam. I'm so proud of you."

He kissed her, lingering, his hands finding her waist. "I don't know what changed, but... it felt different. Like I belonged there."

She hugged him tight, her heart swelling. "You do belong there."

They ate together, sharing stories and laughter, the tension of the past few days replaced by something lighter. Later, Liam showered and slipped into bed, falling asleep almost instantly, a contented smile on his lips.

Becky lingered in the quiet house, tidying up, her mind drifting. She was just about to turn off the lights when her phone buzzed.

Sean:

Hope Liam had a good day. He seemed on top of the world. I'd say he earned it... but we both know you earned it for him. Last night's performance--and this morning's conversation--worked wonders.

A flush crept up Becky's neck. She slipped into the hallway, away from the bedroom, and typed back.

Becky:

Glad to hear it. Maybe he just needed a little push in the right direction.

Sean:

Or maybe he just needed the right kind of inspiration. You have a real talent for that, Becky. I can't stop thinking about you in that dress.

She smiled, rolling her eyes at the screen, but her heart beat faster.

Becky:

It was just a dress, Sean. But I'm glad it made an impression.

Sean:

It did more than that. I keep wondering what you're wearing now. Or if you've already slipped out of it for the night...

Becky bit her lip, glancing down at her old T-shirt and knickers. She hesitated, then let herself play along--just a little.

Becky:

Nothing as memorable as last night, I'm afraid. Just something comfortable. It's late, after all.

Sean:

Comfortable suits you I am sure. Maybe you'll let me see for myself one day.

She shook her head, smiling, not quite shutting him down.

Becky:

You never stop, do you?

Sean:

Not when I know what I want. And right now, I want to see you again. Maybe lunch? We can talk about how to help Liam fulfil his potential. Or, as I like to say... make him more alpha.

Becky paused, her pulse quickening, the line between play and reality blurring again.

Becky:

Lunch sounds... interesting. I'll think about it.

Sean:

I'll make it worth your while. Goodnight, Becky.

She slipped back into the bedroom knowing the game with Sean had just escalated.

The following morning, the flat was quiet, sun streaking across the bedroom carpet. Becky stood in front of the wardrobe in her robe deciding what to wear.

Lunch.

With Sean.

She hadn't said yes until this morning. And even then, her message was deliberately casual: Sure. If you're buying. His reply was near instant -- a time, a place, and a cheeky: Dress like you did the other night. I'll be more generous with dessert.

She'd rolled her eyes. And smiled.

Now, standing in front of her open wardrobe, Becky felt the pull of the old familiar questions. What am I doing? What does this mean? What's too much?

She pulled out two dresses. One plain, office-safe. The other -- fitted black, low neckline, the same cut that made men stop mid-sentence.

She held the black one up to her chest in the mirror. Tight. Sexy. But not inappropriate. She could still pass it off as her style. Just... turned up a notch.

She tossed the safe option back on the hanger.

As she stood there, she asked herself, am I really doing this for Liam?

She told herself she was. That this was about helping him, about making sure Sean saw him as confident man who can make things happen.

But as she slipped on a lacy black bra, feeling the weight of her breasts settle into the cups, she knew there was more to it. She liked the way Sean looked at her. She liked the way Liam had looked at her after.

Back in the bathroom, she applied light makeup. Subtle foundation, just enough blush to make her skin glow. Mascara. A hint of shimmer on the eyelids. Not overdone -- not for lunch.

She was walking a line and she knew it.

As she dressed, she thought about Liam. He'd left early, still glowing from yesterday. He'd kissed her cheek and squeezed her ass in the kitchen, something he hadn't done in a while.

She was proud of him.

Proud of the confidence she'd helped spark.

And wasn't that the point of this? All of this? Helping him. Helping them. Letting Sean see what Liam had at home, what he was fighting for. Making Sean believe in him -- or at least, respect him.

It wasn't cheating. It was strategy.

Still, she hadn't told Liam about lunch.

She could. Maybe she should.

But how would that go?

"Hey babe, just grabbing lunch with your boss. The one who keeps staring at my tits."

Yeah. No.

She'd tell him something vague. Later. Or not. Nothing would happen. Just talking.

Becky slid her feet into heels -- not too high, just enough lift to shape her legs.

Hair down. Freckles across her chest. Dress hugging her in all the right places. Her cleavage dipped just low enough to draw attention without begging for it.

She grabbed her bag and her phone. But it was almost time.

And Becky, deep down, already knew -- she wasn't dressing for lunch.

She was dressing for attention.

The brasserie was smart but not stuffy filled with office workers enjoying weekday lunches without being loud. Becky stepped inside, scanning until she spotted him.

Sean was already standing watching her. He smiled when he saw her. A genuine one, but with just enough mischief behind it to make her feel something flutter.

"Becky," he said, stepping forward.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Warm. Familiar. But it lingered a second too long. She didn't move away immediately.

His eyes swept over her.

Slow. Appreciative. No attempt to hide it.

Sean's eyes swept over Becky as she sat down, a slow smile forming.

"You know, that's just an ordinary dress on anyone else. Somehow, you make it look like it belongs on a catwalk."

Becky grinned, pretending to study the menu. "Flattery before the starters? You must be hungry."

He laughed. "Just honest. You could probably make anyone look good."

He paused, then added with a sly grin, "Well, almost anyone. Even you couldn't make Liam look like he belongs in GQ."

She let out a little laugh, shaking her head. "Don't be cruel."

"Not cruel," he said, eyes fixed on hers. "Just honest."

She looked down at her menu, smiling despite herself. "You're terrible."

He shrugged, still grinning. "I'm observant. "

The waiter came and went, and they ordered--Sean choosing a bottle of wine without asking, confident, in control.

They toasted. Conversation flowed easily--anecdotes, sly questions, Sean's charm drawing her in. Becky found herself leaning in, enjoying the game.

Sean set down his glass, eyes glinting. "So, tell me--does Liam ever actually shine in any room, or is that strictly your department?"

Becky laughed, shaking her head. "Don't be cruel."

He grinned, unrepentant. "Cruel? Maybe. But honest, too."

She gave him a look, but her smile lingered. "He has his moments, you know."

Sean leaned in, voice dropping just enough to make it intimate. "I'll take your word for it. But I think we both know who everyone was watching last night."

She met his gaze, her eyes bright. "Maybe you just have a selective memory."

He smiled, slow and appreciative. "Or maybe I just know what's worth remembering."

The moment stretched. Neither of them moved.

They shared dessert--one spoon, passed back and forth, the exchange slow and unusually intimate. At one point, Becky's hand brushed Sean's as she reached for the spoon, her wedding ring glinting between them. Sean's eyes flicked down, lingering for a heartbeat, then back up to meet hers. The look he gave her was knowing, almost daring.

Sean's knee pressed lightly against hers under the table. Neither of them moved away. Instead, Becky let the contact linger, her pulse quickening.

Sean set the spoon down, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Here I am paying for dessert, so I hope Liam doesn't expect anything sweet from you tonight."

Becky arched an eyebrow, amused. "He is my husband, Sean."

Sean's gaze lingered on her, the challenge clear. "Yet here you are, sharing dessert with me. Life's full of surprises."

She laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

He grinned, leaning in just a little. "Only for the right reasons."

Sean's voice dropped, teasing. "You know, I never realized dessert could be this... distracting."

Becky smiled, feigning innocence. "Maybe you just have a sweet tooth."

He grinned, eyes not leaving hers. "I do. But I think it's the company that's making it hard to focus."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. "You're terrible."

Sean leaned in, his tone softer. "Only for people who let me be."

She met his gaze, playful but unflinching. "Lucky for you, I'm in a generous mood."

Their knees stayed pressed together, the air between them charged with possibility, each of them testing the boundaries, neither quite ready to pull away.

She turned and walked, not glancing back -- but her cheeks were warm, and her legs a little less steady than they had been.

When the bill was settled they stepped outside. For a moment, they stood together on the pavement, neither quite ready to break the spell.

They turned to go their separate ways. Sean stepped closer, his hand finding her waist, gentle but sure. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. It was meant to be casual, but his lips lingered just a second too long. Innocent enough for anyone watching, but both of them felt the difference.

Becky met his eyes as he pulled away, her heart thudding. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air felt heavy. Too much left unsaid.

Sean's hand slipped away, his smile easy but his eyes saying more. "Until next time, Becky."

She nodded, her own smile a little breathless. "Next time."

Evening meant the usual kitchen routine as Becky stirred a saucepan although her mind was not on the pasta. She kept replaying that goodbye moment -- Sean's hand at her waist, the warmth of his mouth near hers.

The front door clicked. Liam's keys dropped into the bowl shouting "Smells good," he called, as he came into the kitchen..

Becky turned and smiled. "It's just pasta. Quick and easy."

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissed her neck. "Quick and easy sounds perfect. My head's spinning."

She leaned into him, his arms comforting. But her heart was beating too fast.

They sat down to eat. Becky watched him tuck in, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy from the wind.

"How was today?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

Liam smiled, eyes bright. "Actually good. Dan asked me to lead on a couple of things. Sean even nodded along instead of talking over me. Weird, right?"

Becky smiled gently. "Not weird. Maybe you're finding your rhythm."

"Maybe." He forked more pasta, chewing thoughtfully. "It's like... I finally felt in the mix. Not just tagging along."

She watched him a moment, then set her fork down.

"I bumped into Sean today."

Liam looked up, surprised. "Oh?"

"Yeah... well. I was near the office around lunch. He was walking out, we crossed paths." She shrugged slightly. "We grabbed a coffee. Just chatted."

Liam didn't say anything at first. He just nodded slowly.

"Was it weird?" he asked.

"No. Not at all. He was charming. Relaxed. Talked a bit about work. Said you had a good day."

Liam smiled faintly, but something unreadable flickered behind his eyes.

"He's... interesting," Becky continued. "Bit full-on, but not in a bad way."

Liam took a sip of water. "I mean, he's not everyone's cup of tea."

"No," Becky agreed. "But he's... I don't know. Confident."

"Arrogant." Came back Liam.

A long beat.

"You're allowed to have coffee with people, Becks."

She smiled, reassured by his calmness -- but also frustrated that he didn't push harder, didn't question her more.

They cleared the plates together. Becky rinsed and stacked the dishwasher while Liam leaned against the counter, watching her.

"You looked really good last night," he said quietly. "I don't think I said that properly."

Becky turned slightly, drying her hands. "Thank you."

"Like... next-level good." He paused, then added, "Did Sean say anything about it?"

She glanced at him, surprised. "About what?"

"About you. About... last night."

Becky hesitated. "He made a few comments. Said I looked nice. That we made an impression."

Becky turned off the tap, wiping her hands on the towel. "I think he was impressed."

Liam's gaze lingered on her face, searching. "Sometimes I feel like... I don't know. Like he sees right through me. Like he's sizing me up."

Becky stepped toward him, letting her body press against his. "Then give him something to see."

He smiled faintly. "I want to. I want to be the kind of guy you need."

"You are," she whispered, kissing his jaw.

He reached for her waist, hands hovering. "Can I...?"

Becky blinked, surprised by the question. There was a time he wouldn't have asked. A time when he'd simply taken her, confident in her desire.

Now, he sought permission.

She felt a rush of emotion -- part affection, part frustration. Sean wouldn't have asked. He'd have acted. Assumed the answer. Maybe even made her say no before stopping.

She leaned in, pressing her mouth to Liam's. "You don't have to ask."

His hands slid around her hips, fingers bold now, cupping her firmly, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened. Becky let herself melt into it but her mind kept wandering to lunch.

He kissed her harder, his hands finding her curves, and she responded in kind, letting the need rise. But still, behind her closed eyes, she wondered: Was this enough?

Later that night, Liam fell asleep quickly--one arm draped lazily across Becky's waist, his breathing soft and even. He was warm against her, content, satisfied in a way that made her feel comforted.

She lay still, eyes open in the dark, her mind replaying the day in fragments: Sean's hand at her waist, the brush of his lips near her mouth, the way Liam's touch had been gentle, almost tentative. How easily she'd slipped between those two versions of herself.

Her phone buzzed softly on the nightstand.

Sean:

Thanks for lunch. You looked... edible.

That spoon was lucky. I kept thinking about how your lips looked wrapped around it.

A smile tugged at Becky's lips. She turned onto her side, careful not to wake Liam, and typed back.

Becky:

It was just tiramisu, Sean..

Sean:

Not the way you eat it. I'd pay to see you enjoy something a little more... decadent

Made me imagine things I probably shouldn't type at this hour.

Her stomach fluttered, heat pooling low in her belly. She pressed her thighs together, suddenly aware of the ache there. Her fingers hovered over the screen, a dozen replies flickering through her mind--some innocent, some not.

She typed:

Maybe you should tell me anyway. I can keep a secret.

She stared at the words, her heart pounding, then deleted them. Too much. But the thrill of almost sending it made her breath catch.

Instead, she replied:

Becky:

Then don't type them.

A pause. Then:

Sean:

Fair enough. Maybe I'll just save them for when we're face to face again.

Though if you're wearing that dress, I might forget how to speak entirely.

She bit her lip, her body tingling, the memory of Sean's gaze on her skin making her nipples tighten beneath the sheets. She glanced at Liam, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the storm inside her.

She started to type again--Maybe I want you to forget--but stopped herself, deleting it with trembling fingers.

Instead, she simply replied:

Becky:

Sleep well, Sean. Try to behave.

A final buzz.

Sean:

No promises. Sweet dreams, Becky. And thank you again.

She placed the phone face-down on the nightstand, the glow of the screen fading, but the heat in her chest lingering long after.

Next to her, Liam shifted, murmuring something in his sleep. She turned toward him, nestled into his warmth, and closed her eyes.

The rest of the week passed into normality. But something had shifted. Liam was upbeat, sharper. He came home each night more energised and upbeat than she'd seen in a while.

One evening as they ate together at the kitchen island, he leaned back in his chair with a grin, sipping a beer.

"You know, I was in this meeting with Dan and Sean today," he said, pushing his plate aside, "and Sean goes, 'You two--Liam and Becky--you actually work. Like a proper couple. Balanced.'"

Becky raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Liam nodded, dropping onto a stool at the breakfast bar. "Dan agreed. Said you've got a grounding influence or something. I said you were efficient."

She smirked. "Charming."

"But seriously," Liam said, a little more thoughtful now. "Maybe you should accidentally-on-purpose bump into Sean again. He clearly thinks highly of you."

She turned back to the pan, her heart skipping. "You think that would help?"

He nodded, oblivious to the quickened beat of her heart. "Couldn't hurt. He listens to you."

Later that night, as she slipped beneath the duvet, her phone buzzed.

Sean:

Still awake?

Becky:

I'm awake. Trying to wind down. You texting is not going to help

Sean:

I could help, if you let me. Wink

She smiled, biting her lip.

Becky:

And why would I let you help me?

Sean:

I can think of a few reasons

Now the reason for texting, what are you wearing right now?

She hesitated, then let herself play.

Becky:

Nothing worth describing. Just old pyjamas.

Sean:

Old pyjamas? Now I'm curious.

How old? How much do they cover?

Or should I be picturing what you wore earlier?

Becky:

You're relentless.

Sean:

I am interested. So, what did you wear today?

And don't say "jeans and a jumper"--I want details.

She hesitated, then typed:

Becky:

Fine. Black skirt. White blouse. Heels.

Happy?

Sean:

Very. Though I would have liked to know what you wore underneath too...

She paused, heart thumping.

Becky:

You will just have to use your imagination for that...

Sean:

Now imagining that is not going to help me sleep is it

Becky:

Maybe I'll tell you another night.

Sean:

Tease.

Becky:

You seem to like it.

Sean:

I do. You make it difficult not to.

Becky:

Maybe I just like the attention.

Sean:

You deserve it, and more.

Becky:

Careful, you're spoiling me now

Sean:

That's the idea. If I were there, you wouldn't get much sleep.

Becky:

Big promises, Sean.

Sean:

I always keep them.

She set the phone down, pulse racing, the conversation echoing in her mind long after the screen went dark.

Some nights, after Liam had fallen asleep, Becky would lie awake, phone in hand, scrolling through Sean's messages.

Sometimes she'd slip a hand beneath her knickers, telling herself it was just to relax, but the images in her mind were never about Liam. She never replied in those moments as she did not trust herself not to cross that line.

Every time she got dressed now--even in soft jumpers and simple jeans--she felt he was going to judge her. If he'd approve. The next morning, she hesitated before pulling on her jumper, then chose the one that clung a little tighter.

When Sean asked what she was doing, she snapped a photo of her coffee mug, but made sure her bare legs were just visible in the background.

A few days later, Liam came home from work, dropping his bag and kicking off his shoes with a kind of casual swagger. He wandered into the kitchen, where Becky was stirring sauce on the hob.

He leaned against the counter, watching her. "You know, Sean's been in a good mood all week. Whatever you said to him after that dinner--nice work."

She glanced at him, surprised. "You think so?"

He nodded, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Yeah. He's actually been... decent. You two seemed to get on, right?"

She shrugged, keeping her tone light. "I suppose. He's not so bad when he's not holding court."

Liam grinned. "Well, if you do bump into him again, say hi for me. Whatever you did, it worked. Maybe you should keep it up."

Becky turned slightly, looking at him, searching his face for any sign of suspicion. "You want me to?"

He shrugged, easy. "Sure. He listens to you. And if it makes work easier, why not?"

She kissed his cheek lightly, her heart hammering. He wants me to. He actually wants me to see Sean.

And that, more than anything, gave her the permission she didn't know she'd been waiting for.

By now, Sean's messages had become daily. Teasing, suggestive.

Sean:

Don't forget -- I think better when I can picture what you're wearing.

Another day:

Sean:

I was trying to concentrate in a meeting earlier. Then I remembered the way you licked that dessert spoon and lost all focus.

Sometimes she batted him off. Sometimes she played along.

But more and more often, she found herself smiling when his name lit up her phone -- feeling wanted and just a little naughty.

By Friday morning, Becky was restless. Liam's encouragement had tipped her over the edge--she wasn't pretending anymore, not to herself, not to Sean.

The banter had become escalated and every message a little more dangerous. She knew she had Liam's consent and she wanted to see what would happen for herself. And it will help Liam too, she told herself.

Liam had left early for work, chipper and focused.

Becky lingered in bed, phone in hand, staring at the latest message from Sean:

Sean:

Still picturing that spoon. That tongue. Unfair advantage, really.

Her reply wasn't immediate. But when it came, it wasn't a no either.

Becky:

Maybe you'll get another visual if you're lucky.

The next text arrived moments later:

Sean:

Then drinks tonight. I'll pick the place. I'll even make sure Liam's working late. I'm thoughtful like that.

Becky bit her lip, a pulse of heat running through her. She didn't reply straight away. But she didn't shut it down either. And that silence was all the permission Sean needed.

She scrolled back through their texts, thumb lingering on the screen, feeling the ache that had been building all week.

Sean:

You really wore that jumper just to test me, didn't you?

Becky:

I was cold. But your imagination seems to be doing just fine keeping warm.

Sean:

I'm not imagining, Becky. I know exactly how good you look underneath it.

She typed, then deleted, then typed again.

Becky:

If Liam's confidence keeps improving, maybe I'll tell you exactly what I'm wearing.

Sean:

Unfair incentive system. But I accept. Now I'll be rooting for Liam at work and at home.

She laughed, biting her lip, heart racing. This wasn't a game anymore. She wanted to see him. Tonight.

Later, as she stood in front of her wardrobe. The house felt too quiet. She ran her fingers over the black dress--the one Sean had first noticed her in, the one that made her feel so sexy. But tonight, it felt like too much. Too obvious. She let it fall back into place.

Her phone buzzed.

Sean:

So, what are you planning to wear underneath tonight? Or are you going to make me guess?

Becky hesitated. She chose the black lace bra and matching knickers, the set she almost never wore. It was delicate, and worse, Liam had bought it for her for their anniversary. He loved her in that.

She snapped a photo: just her collarbone, the edge of the lace peeking out from the blouse she'd just slipped on.

Becky:

Wouldn't you like to know?

Sean:

I would. I'll be thinking about it all day.

If you tell me, I promise to behave.

(For at least the first drink.)

She smiled, heart pounding, and typed:

Becky:

Black lace. Anniversary present from Liam, actually.

A pause, then:

Sean:

Anniversary, huh?

I'll try not to feel too guilty about enjoying his present more than he does.

Becky:

You're awful.

She finished dressing. She dabbed on perfume, brushed a little mascara over her lashes, and checked herself one last time.

She told herself it was just drinks, just a bit of fun. But she knew as she headed out that she was crossing a line she'd been circling for days.

As she walked down the street she paused with her phone in hand. She hesitated, then tapped out the message to Liam:

I might try to "accidentally" bump into Sean today.

His reply came quickly, warm and trusting.

Love that. Will be useful.... He has me working late.... he trusts me with deadlines! What will you wear?

She thought and replied Just jeans and a jumper. Nothing special.

She smiled faintly. She wondered, as she neared the bar, if Sean would notice the perfume, the extra button undone, the way her hands trembled just a little.

At the bar, Sean was already waiting with a grin on his face. He stepped in close, kissed her cheek, lingering just a moment too long again with his hand at her waist.

"You look even better than I remembered," he said quietly, his eyes not leaving hers. "Part of me wondered if you'd really come."

Becky slipped into the booth, feeling the silk of her blouse shift against her skin. "I wasn't sure either."

He poured wine, confident, assured. They clinked glasses.

Sean raised his glass, a sly smile playing at his lips. "To anniversary lingerie."

Becky laughed, nearly choking on her first sip. "You cannot say that."

They settled in, the bar's noise fading into a comfortable background. Conversation flowed easil. Sean seemed to take pleasure in discussing things where Liam did not particularly shine. He was smirking when he asked. "So, did Liam ever recover from spilling coffee all over his notes in front of that client?"

Becky shook her head, a reluctant smile on her lips. "He was so embarrassed."

Sean's hand found hers under the table. "You need a man who can handle the heat. I can think of a few ways to keep you interested."

Conversation moved back to their lunch, with Sean again mentioning the dessert and Becky with the spoon.

"You know, I'm still not convinced you weren't doing it deliberately to get a reaction out of me" he teased.

She grinned. "You're the one who kept making eye contact every time I took a bite."

He leaned in, voice low. "You didn't seem to mind."

She shrugged, but her smile lingered. "Maybe I didn't."

Their knees brushed under the table, and neither of them moved away. Between stories, the flirtation escalated. Sean's hand always very close to hers. She was married and she was with her husband's boss. Yet to everyone else there, they were a couple on a date.

"You wore the blouse," he murmured at one point, eyes lingering.

She let her gaze drop to his mouth. "You suggested it."

He grinned. "I wonder what else you'd do if I asked."

She laughed, breath catching. "Depends what you're asking."

He leaned in, lips almost brushing her ear. "I'm tempted to find out your limits."

He shifted closer with their shoulders now touching and his hand resting on her thigh beneath the table. The conversation drifted, but the glances grew longer, the pauses heavier and every story seemed to end with his hand a little closer, his words a little more suggestive.

Her phone buzzed. She glanced down. Liam.

Liam:

Hope you bumped into Sean! Working to my deadline but it's going well. Love you x

She stared at the message for a second too long, a flicker of guilt passing through her. Then Sean caught her eye again.

"Is that him?" he asked, already knowing.

She nodded, slipping the phone away. "He says hello."

Sean chuckled, sipping his drink. "Of course he does. Poor guy, doesn't even realise how much of a favour I'm doing him keeping you entertained."

She grinned, tilting her head. "You really think you're that irresistible?"

He smirked, leaning closer, his hand still on her thigh. "Not irresistible. Just honest. Maybe he could learn a thing or two off me."

She let her fingers brush his, her voice low and teasing. "So you're saying Liam should be taking notes?"

Sean's eyes sparkled. "He should, though I'm not sure he'd keep up with the homework."

She laughed, not bothering to hide her amusement. "He'd probably lose the notes anyway."

Sean grinned. "Lucky for you, I'm a straight-A student."

She pulled back, her smile lingering as she studied him for a moment. The air between them felt thick, his hand still resting on hers.

Sean didn't say anything right away. He just let his thumb trace a slow line along her wrist, his gaze steady and unblinking.

Becky's breath caught. She didn't look away.

He leaned in, his lips brushing the edge of her jaw, his voice low and certain. "I don't plan on stopping."

She shivered, her pulse racing, and let her fingers tighten around his.

Eventually, Sean signalled for the bill, tossing some cash onto the tray without looking away from her. He stood, offering his hand, and Becky took it, letting him lead her out into the night.

They walked slowly, Sean's hand brushing hers, then her lower back. At one point, his hand slid lower, fingers pressing into her hip, hands just above the waistband of her trousers. She shivered, not from the cold.

He pulled out his phone as they strolled and dialled, glancing sideways at her with a smirk.

"Dan," he said when the line picked up. "Let Liam go now. He's probably earned it."

Becky blinked, startled, realising exactly what Sean was doing.

Sean chuckled, glancing at her as he added, "Yes I had great fun, turns out she's great company. Smarter. Funnier. Considerably better dressed."

She nudged him sharply with her elbow, half appalled, half laughing. "You did not just say that."

Sean grinned and ended the call. "What? It's true. Poor Liam. He has no idea his anniversary gift has kept me turned on all night."

"You're awful," Becky said, cheeks flushed.

He leaned in. "You laughed."

"I regretted it."

"No, you didn't."

He stopped just short of the taxi rank and turned to her, suddenly quiet again.

"You could stop this, you know," he said, softer now, eyes locked on hers. "We can just say shake hands and go home."

Becky looked up at him. She didn't move.

Instead, she stepped in closer.

Sean didn't wait for confirmation. He cupped her jaw and kissed her slowly at first. A couple of small kisses on her lips. And then his mouth pressed against hers, his hand sliding down to her bottom and squeezing it passionately.

A couple walked past, glancing at them, and Becky felt her cheeks burn hotter. He kissed her deeper.

It was public. And the thrill of that only made her knees weaker.

She kissed him back hungrily until she heard a cab door slam somewhere behind her and pulled away, heart thudding.

Sean brushed her hair back from her cheek. "Go."

She stared at him a beat longer, then turned -- stepping into the next cab without a word. As the door shut, her hands trembled in her lap.

The engine started.

Becky leaned her head back, eyes closed.

Her lips still tingled from his.

Her thighs pressed tightly together, the lace of her knickers damp with heat. She thought of Liam, probably still at his desk, trusting, oblivious. The thought should have made her feel guilty. Instead, it made her ache.

She hated how much she wanted him.

She hated how alive it made her feel.

The house was quiet when Becky stepped through the door. Liam was not back from work.

She closed the door behind her, resting her back against it for a moment, letting out a slow, shaky breath. Her body still buzzed.

She'd kissed her husband's boss. Let him kiss her. Kissed him back.

Jesus, what am I doing.

Her shoes came off with a relieved sigh, then the earrings. She walked up the stairs, still in shock as to how the evening had unfolded. Was she playing with fire?

In the bedroom she got changed slipping into a top and a pair of old pyjama shorts. Her thighs still ached from how wet she'd been in the car on the way home. From the kiss. From him holding her by the waist.

Should I tell Liam?

She ran a hand through her hair. Could I?

She sat on the bed, checking her phone. Nothing from Liam yet.

Instead -- a new message.

Sean:

Thanks again for tonight. Can't stop thinking about that kiss. And your tits. Jesus. Can't wait for next time.

Becky inhaled sharply. Then let it out slow.

She re-read it. Twice. Her thighs pressed together. There it was -- the heat, again. Her mouth twitched into a smirk she hated herself for liking.

Then--front door.

Liam.

She quickly locked her phone, tossing it onto the nightstand. The bedroom door creaked open moments later.

He looked... energised. Tall. Confident. Almost smug.

"Hey," she said, watching him.

"You're not gonna believe this," he grinned, kicking off his shoes. " I had the best day and I just got a text from Sean."

Becky's stomach flipped. "Oh yeah?"

Liam grabbed his phone and held it up proudly.

Sean:

You did well tonight -- also bumped into Becky and she looked proud of you. Great to see her again. We should talk soon. Might be time you start handling bigger things.

A smile touched her lips -- tight, unreadable.

Also bumped into Becky...

She looked proud of you...

That wasn't a compliment. It was a twist of the knife.

Might be time you start handling bigger things.

She felt it then -- that uncomfortable heat between her legs, the buzz still alive from his hand around her waist and the kiss.

Sean was pushing buttons. And Liam... Liam thought he was getting a promotion.

She passed the phone back slowly.

"That's great," she said, her voice measured. "He clearly enjoyed the evening."

Liam didn't notice the shift in her tone.

But Becky felt it.

Liam didn't notice the shift in her. He dropped onto the bed beside her, still buzzing. "And you--he was obviously into you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Was he?"

Liam laughed. "Come on. Read the text, he really likes you and that can only help us."

She looked at her husband -- sweet, loyal, trying so damn hard. Her heart tugged.

She also felt the heat again between her legs.

"I'm going get a glass of wine," she said softly, standing.

"You okay?" Liam asked.

She paused at the door, glancing back. "Yeah," she smiled. "Just... a lot to take in."

He nodded, leaning back against the pillows, still grinning to himself.

Becky went downstairs, phone in hand. She opened Sean's message again. Her thumb hovered over the reply button.

She didn't type.

Didn't delete it either.

She poured her wine. Then took a long sip -- eyes still on the screen.

The heat hadn't faded. If anything, it was growing. Sean's words were still echoing in her mind, and the worst part was how good it felt to be wanted like that. Craved.

She made her way back upstairs.

Liam was lying in bed, still scrolling his phone, grinning like a man who thought the world was finally turning in his favour.

Becky stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him. Her husband. Loyal. Steady. So ready to believe the best in people. Her heart was thumping with excitement and nerves.

He looked so happy and for a moment she almost wanted to protect him from what she was about to do. But she was aroused. The memory of Sean's mouth, his hands, the way he'd looked at her like she was already his.

She crawled onto the bed, slow and deliberate, letting her body move the way she knew Liam liked. Her tits hanging being held in place by her top.

She could feel his eyes on her breasts. She let her hand drift across his chest, then lower, feeling him stir beneath her touch. She wanted his cock hard, wanted him needy. He wanted him begging for her body.

"Hope you're in a good mood?," she murmured, her lips close to his ear.

Liam turned, eyebrows raised, still smiling. "Yeah. It was a good night."

Her fingers traced slow circles above his waistband, teasing, coaxing his cock to respond. "You think he really likes me?" she asked, watching his face for any flicker of doubt.

"Everyone does Becky," Liam said, but she heard the neediness in his voice.

Her hand slipped lower, gripping his cock gently, stroking him through his boxers. She leaned in, kissing his neck, letting her breath tickle his skin. "Do you like it?" she whispered.

"Like what?"

She smiled, lips brushing his ear. "Sean.... Spending time with me."

He went still, his breath catching.

She kissed his cheek, then down his neck, her hand stroking him slow and deliberate. "He spent a long time with me, you know. Could barely keep his eyes off my body."

Liam swallowed, his chest rising and falling.

She tugged the duvet down, exposing him, and felt a rush of satisfaction at how ready he was for her.

He's thinking about it now. About Sean. About me. If I push just a little more, will he let me? Will he want it too?

"Does it turn you on? Him looking at me like that?" she asked, her tone light, almost teasing, but inside she was holding her breath.

A beat of silence. Then, quietly: "Yeah."

She smiled, a little thrill running through her. She leaned down, licking the tip of his cock, slow and light, her eyes never leaving his. "He's the kind of man who just... takes what he wants, isn't he?" she murmured, letting the words hang between them.

He didn't answer, not right away.

She licked him again, then took him into her mouth, slow and deep, her hand keeping the rhythm gentle, coaxing. She pulled back, lips wet, voice low. "Are you okay with that?" she asked, searching his face.

His jaw tightened. She stroked him, mouth hovering, her own breath shaky. "Are you okay if I teased him? Letg him... try things, if he wanted?"

He groaned, hips shifting, but didn't say no.

She smiled, a little uncertain, a little wild. "Don't you mind if someone else wants me?" she asked, her tone playful, testing.

He groaned again, softer. "I don't know. Maybe I like it a little."

She kissed the tip, her breath warm. "Would you stop me?" she whispered.

He stared at her, silent, then placed his hand on her head, guiding her back down.

She smiled, relief and arousal flooding her, and took him deeper, slow and steady, her hand working in sync.

She let his cock slip out from her lips as she climbed up his body with her vest top clinging to her and her wet pussy dampening her shorts. She pulled them aside, lowering herself onto his cock, inch by inch, her eyes closing, breath trembling.

"God, I needed that," she whispered, grinding her hips, slow and deep.

She rode him, every movement deliberate, her breasts bouncing gently as his hands found her hips. She stayed in control, her pace unhurried.

"He kept staring," she murmured, eyes locked on his. "My tits. My ass. Even when I was just talking."

She leaned forward, vest riding up, her tits swaying above him. "You think he imagined what I look like underneath?"

Liam's grip tightened, his breath coming faster.

She rode him slower, deeper. "He'd take what he wanted. No hesitation."

Liam moaned, almost unsure.

She sat up, riding harder, the bed creaking. Her hands slid up her body, lifting her breasts. "Would you stop him, Liam? If he tried?"

No answer.

She bent lower, panting, close. "Would you stop me?"

Liam's body arched, thrusting harder. Becky's climax rolled through her, slow and hot, thighs trembling, breath stuttering. He followed, body tensing, then collapsing under her.

She stayed on top, chest heaving, heart pounding.

He wants it. I want it. And now, maybe, we both know it.

The following morning routine was no different to any other weekend morning.

Liam stood by the sink staring out at the garden. He hadn't said much since getting up.. Kissed Becky's shoulder when he passed her. Touched her waist for a beat longer.

He was still riding the high from last night -- Sean's praise, the buzz of being seen. But something in him felt... off-centre. He couldn't quite explain it.

Becky's body had been on him like never before.

She'd whispered about Sean. Let those words hang between them. And he hadn't stopped her.

Would you stop me?

He could still hear it.

Across the room, Becky moved around in one of his old shirts. She looked fresh-faced as she was humming to herself like it was any other Saturday. But he caught her looking at her phone more than once.

As for Becky, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

The kiss. Sean's hand on her lower back. The way his fingers had pressed just hard enough to say I could have more if I wanted to.

And Liam -- the way he'd responded. He hadn't pushed back. Hadn't told her to stop. He'd just gotten harder.

It wasn't just permission. It was something closer to... encouragement.

Her thighs still ached faintly, not from Sean, but from how wet she'd been ever since. She'd slept deeply, dreamt filthily. Of Sean pushing her up against the bar bathroom wall. Of Liam watching. Of them both using her.

She wasn't sure which part turned her on more.

Her phone buzzed on the counter. A new message. She grabbed it casually, glancing at Liam -- he wasn't looking.

Sean:

Last night you looked so good, I nearly dragged you into the gents. Still thinking about it. Let me know when you're free.

Becky swallowed hard.

No fluff. Just blunt. Intentional.

She locked the screen and set the phone down, but the ache between her legs became stronger.

A few minutes later, Liam's own phone buzzed. He glanced at it while sipping his coffee.

Sean:

Good work lately. Stay sharp -- things could move fast.

Liam read it twice. Then again.

Short. Vague. Not personal. He was buzzing at the recognition.

For a moment, he wondered -- had Sean messaged her too? Said something else?

He didn't ask.

Because the thought aroused him more than he wanted to admit.

Later that weekend, on Sunday, Becky was halfway through folding laundry when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen without thinking.

Sean:

Thinking of popping by later. Let's talk next steps. Might be good to get Liam excited about what's coming.

She stared at the words. So neutral. So executive.

And yet her breath caught in her throat.

Her mind went straight back to Friday. His hand gripping her waist, the kiss, the belief in his tone that she'd let him go further. And now he wanted to come to their house. Sit on their sofa. And pretend Friday evening hadn't happened.

She read it again.

Might be good to get Liam excited...

The suggestion wasn't crude. But it knew exactly what it was doing.

As she completed folding her laundry, Liam came in behind her, a little bounce in his step.

She could feel it. That slight shift in energy. He wasn't saying something.

Becky glanced over her shoulder. "You're lively for a Sunday."

Liam gave a little smile. "Still buzzing, I guess."

She turned, drying her hands. "From Friday?"

"Yeah. That. And..." he hesitated, then pulled his phone from his pocket, holding it out.

She took it, eyes scanning.

Sean:

Thinking of swinging by later. Let's talk next steps. Might be good to keep the momentum going.

She handed the phone back, playing it cool. "Sounds a big deal."

"Right?" Liam beamed. "I think he's taking me seriously now."

He sipped his juice, eyes flicking to her. "Do you mind if he comes here? Just for an hour or so?"

"Not at all." Her tone was light, easy.

That's when she saw it -- the small hesitation. He opened his mouth, closed it again. Took another sip. Stared out the window like he was searching for the right words.

When he spoke again, his voice was lower. "Would you... maybe dress up a bit? Like you did for the company event. Obviously not as glammed as we are at home?"

Becky didn't move.

Liam didn't look at her.

He kept talking. "I just think... you looked amazing. And it can't hurt, right? Image matters. Especially with Sean."

The silence between them thickened. He still wasn't meeting her eyes.

She took a slow breath. "You want me to dress up for your boss again?"

That got him. He turned, eyes wide, starting to backpedal. "Not like that. I mean--no, not for him, just... for the vibe. For me too. For the occasion. You always look amazing, I just thought... maybe that green blouse? The short black skirt?"

Now he was blushing and stuttering.

Becky tilted her head, studying him.

He was nervous. He knew what he was asking. Knew exactly what they'd talked about. After last time there was teasing and the suggestions. And yet he was still asking.

And that made something twist inside her. Excitement.

She didn't give him an answer. Just pushed off from the counter and brushed past him, her bare arm grazing his.

"I'll think about it," she said softly, her voice almost amused.

He nodded quickly, watching her go. "Of course. No pressure."

But Becky's mind was already racing. Her skin was already tingling.

Because now they were both complicit.

And she hadn't said no.

Becky stood in front of the wardrobe with her hair towel-dried and the bedroom door shut.

She ran her fingers slowly along the row of hangers deciding what to wear.

Then her hand stopped on the black skirt Liam had suggested. It was much shorter than what she would normally wear.

He remembered this one. Of course he did.

She pulled it out and then found the green silk blouse. This one that dipped a little lower in the front than was necessary. She'd worn it to a wedding once, and Liam hadn't stopped touching her all evening. She smiled remembering that night after the wedding.

Her phone lit up on the dresser.

Sean:

What are you wearing? I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be wasted on Liam.

She smirked, fingers brushing the hem of the black skirt he hadn't even seen yet.

Sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, and typed back:

Becky:

He's the one who picked the skirt. Said I should look good for you.

Sean:

Good boy. So long as he knows how to keep me happy.

She waited, then replied:

Becky:

You're the one walking into his house. Maybe you should be the one behaving.

The reply was instant.

Sean:

Too late for that. I can't stop thinking about how you tasted on Friday.

Her stomach flipped. She didn't reply. Not yet.

Another message.

Sean:

Tell me what you're wearing underneath.

Becky stared at the screen. Then down at herself.

Lace. Black. High-cut. Matched set. Just visible beneath the hem of her skirt when she sat a certain way.

She typed:

Becky:

Black lace. Matching. Slightly sheer.

Sean:

I want a photo.

Her heart thudded. She turned slightly toward the mirror, lifting her phone.

Frame from the neck; blouse open just enough to hint at her bra, skirt tight across her thighs.

Sent.

Becky:

Enough?

Thirty seconds passed.

Sean:

Take it off.

She blinked.

Sean:

No bra. No panties. Just the skirt. Just the blouse. Answer the door like that. And don't tell him you are all commando for me.

Her mouth went dry.

Sean:

Do it. Liam doesn't need to know. But I will.

She set the phone down and slowly reached under her skirt. Her hands were trembling as she unhooked her bra. Then her panties slid down as she folded neatly on the bed.

Then picked up the phone again and typed:

Becky:

Done.

A moment later:

Sean:

Good girl.

The knock came just after two.

Becky was waiting on the stairs. Heart beating in anticipation.

Liam opened the door with the eagerness of a man convinced the next chapter of his career was just about to begin.

"Sean! Come in--yeah, come through."

Becky heard Sean step in saying something as she started coming downstairs and he glanced up at her.

Becky descended the stairs slowly as her eyes held his. Liam had may as well not have been in the house at that stage.

Sean's glance was quick across her chest was quick. She saw it. The half-second scan. The smirk like he knew it. She had followed instructions.

"No tie?" she asked teasing.

Sean smirked. "Didn't want to overdress."

"I think you're safe. I haven't over dressed either."

Liam motioned them toward the living room grabbing beers from the fridge Becky sat with her skirt tightening across her thighs. She knew what was visible. And what wasn't.

Sean sat across from her, one ankle resting casually over his knee. He was relaxed. Like he did this every Sunday.

Liam reappeared with drinks in hand.

The conversation turned quickly to business -- timelines, project ownerships, opportunity areas. Sean leaned forward, outlining his "vision" for Liam's next few months.

"You're in a good position," he said. "But the board needs to see follow-through. So here's what I'm setting as short-term objectives..."

Becky listened quietly. She could feel Sean's eyes drift to her when he spoke.

"... There's the pitch in Leeds next month. You'll lead it. Also, I want you on-site with the Horwich team for two full weeks in September." He looked at Becky as he said that.

Liam was scribbling notes.

"Two weeks?" Becky asked lightly, her voice soft.

Sean turned to her without missing a beat. "Sometimes proximity gets results. You know how it is -- being... hands-on."

Their eyes locked.

Liam nodded eagerly. "Of course. I'll make it work."

Leaning back, Sean continued. "And the real step up's going to be with direct client relationships. You'll need to be flexible -- a few late nights, couple of hotel stays."

Becky didn't look at Liam. She could already hear the gears turning in his head.

"Which brings me to another issue," Sean added. "I'm flying blind this week. PA's away. Whole diary's a mess. Emails stacking. So all of this may take some time to organise"

There was a pause.

Then Liam said it.

"What about Becky?"

Sean tilted his head, amused. "What about Becky?."

"She's brilliant with logistics. Did loads for our community events. She's fast. Organised. Gets people."

Becky's lips parted slightly -- not in surprise, but something more curious. Apprehension?

Sean turned to her, smiling like it had just occurred to him. "Well. You're certainly dressed for it."

Becky arched one brow. "Is that part of the job description?"

He chuckled. "You'd be surprised what opens doors."

Then added, to Liam: "You're thinking like an exec already. Delegating talent. I like it. Becky?"

"So what would this... assistant role involve?" she asked, voice low, playful but precise.

Sean's eyes flicked down her body, then back up. "Calendar control. Travel planning. A bit of inbox management. And the occasional... meeting."

She looked at him. "Meetings with clients? Or internal meetings? Sounds very... hands-on?"

His smile sharpened.

Liam chuckled, missing the undertow entirely. "She's good in a room. Gets people to talk."

"Oh," Sean murmured, eyes still locked on hers. "I'm sure she does."

Becky sipped her wine and didn't look away.

The moment came quietly.

Liam stood, cheerfully oblivious. "Let me grab another couple of beers. Sean?"

Sean lifted his empty bottle. "Appreciate it."

Liam disappeared into the kitchen, the door swinging closed behind him with a soft click.

And just like that, they were alone.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was charged.

The kitchen door swung closed behind Liam with a soft creak.

And suddenly -- silence.

Not awkward.

Becky sat upright in the armchair, legs crossed carefully, her wine glass resting against her thigh. Across from her, Sean didn't move. Not at first.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward -- elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on her like something he already owned.

"You did it, didn't you."

His voice was soft. Confident. Like he already knew the answer.

Becky didn't ask what he meant. She just looked back, her mouth dry, her thighs pressing together.

Sean stood.

She didn't move.

He crossed the space between them and, without asking, he held out his hand.

"Stand up."

Her heart thudded. For a beat, she thought of saying no.

But her body had already obeyed.

She rose with the hem of her skirt shifting as she did. She could feel her nipples had hardened either from nerves or arousal.

Sean stepped in close. Right into her space.

His fingers brushed her waist.

Then he leaned in -- his lips just beside her ear.

"I need to check," he murmured.

She didn't answer.

His hand slid around the back of her thigh. Paused.

Then moved up.

Up, under the hem of her skirt. Skin to skin. Higher. Lifting her skirt as he did so.

Becky's breath paused as she glanced towards the kitchen.

He didn't hesitate. His palm flattened against her bare ass as he moved his hands across her bottom.

No underwear.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You really are a good girl."

She shivered, but didn't pull away.

He let his fingers trace the curve of her, slow until they just brushed the top of her inner thigh. He didn't push further. As he stopped, she could feel her body burn.

Then he stepped back.

"Turn around."

Again her body obeyed before she had decided to do so. She turned slowly like she is putting on a show. When she faced him again, his expression had shifted to a smug smirk.

"Do you have any idea what you look like right now?"

She held his gaze. "Just like you wanted me to?"

Sean reached out, adjusting her blouse slightly at the collar almost as a pretext to touch her chest, to drag his fingers lightly across one hardened nipple through the silk.

She gasped quietly again looking towards the kitchen.

Then, the sound of a fridge door slamming shut.

Sean moved back to the sofa in one smooth motion. When Sean's hand left her, she had to grip the wine glass to keep her hands from shaking.

Liam returned, smiling, holding out a bottle. "Sorted."

"Perfect," Sean said, casual. "We were just getting to the good part."

Becky smiled. Just enough.

But her thighs were still damp.

And she hadn't taken a full breath since the kitchen door closed.

As the front door clicked shut behind Sean, Liam turned to her with wide, shining eyes.

"That was... that went so well, right?"

Becky smiled, still standing near the living room doorway, her heartbeat stubbornly out of sync.

"Yeah," she murmured. "It did."

Liam crossed the room in two quick strides and pulled her into a hug, arms tight around her waist. "You were amazing. Calm, smart... God, you even looked the part. He noticed, didn't he? I mean--he really noticed."

Becky let out a soft laugh, forehead against his chest.

He had no idea.

"I'm so lucky," he said, kissing the top of her head. "You always support me, always show up. You're the best wife I could've asked for."

Her chest tightened -- equal parts warmth and ache.

She wanted to believe that. That she was helping. That letting Sean brush his fingers between her thighs -- while Liam fetched drinks -- had somehow earned him a better future.

If I'm helping him... maybe it's okay.

"I'll make it up to you," Liam added, beaming. "When the promotion comes through, we'll go away. Somewhere proper. You can pick."

Becky nodded, smiling up at him, lips soft on his cheek.

But her stomach was still twisted in knots.

And between her legs -- heat. Steady. Humid. Relentless.

Liam was already asleep.

Becky lay beside him in the dark, tucked under the duvet. Her old cotton vest clung to her softly from the warmth of the room, and her knickers were still damp from hours ago -- not sweat, not sleep. Just memory.

She hadn't changed since the meeting. Not really.

Just peeled off the skirt and left the blouse draped over a chair. Her body still hummed with heat.

Her phone was on the nightstand. She hadn't checked it in over an hour, but her mind hadn't moved on.

He touched me.

Properly touched me.

And then just sat down like it was nothing.

Her legs shifted restlessly beneath the sheets.

She reached for the phone, thumb hovering. Then opened the thread.

No new messages from Sean.

She typed anyway.

Becky:

Is this how it works now?

You tell me what to wear, and I just say yes?

The reply came so fast it made her breath catch.

Sean:

You didn't say yes.

You just wore it.

That's better.

She let her hand drift under the covers, fingertips grazing the elastic of her knickers.

Becky:

You stopped too soon.

Should've gone higher.

Touched me properly.

A pause.

Then:

Becky:

Or kissed me again.

Like Friday.

Her body pulsed at the memory. That kiss. His hand. The breath on her neck.

Sean:

You wanted more?

Becky:

I still do.

Sean:

What are you wearing?

She smiled -- slow, warm, guilty.

Becky:

Vest.

Knickers.

Still damp.

Sean:

Touch yourself.

Sean:

Quietly.

He doesn't need to know how far you'll go for him.

Her breath hitched. She slid her hand lower, pressing into the damp cotton. Heat bloomed instantly.

The room was quiet except for Liam's steady breathing.

She moved slowly. Deliberately. Eyes still on the screen.

Her thighs tensed. Her stomach fluttered.

Her phone buzzed again.

Sean:

You're thinking about my hand, aren't you.

How close it got.

She didn't reply.

Just slipped her hand inside.

And came, soft and slow, with her teeth on her bottom lip and her eyes fluttering closed.

After, she stared at the screen, heart still thudding in her chest.

Then typed:

Becky:

You should've stayed.

The house was quiet when Becky woke.

Liam's side of the bed was already cold. His scent still lingered faintly in the sheets. He'd left early wanting to impress.

She stretched with her body still loose and humming from the texting session last night. Everything felt different now. Charged.

Ping.

She reached for her phone, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Liam:

Good luck today!

Wear something sharp ???? x

She smiled. Warm. Affectionate. Almost... innocent.

A few minutes later, ping again.

Different tone this time.

Sean:

Awake yet?

Or still tangled in my fingers from last night?

She bit her lip.

Sean:

Be in by 9.

Skirt -- same one.

No knickers.

Let's keep your loyalty visible.

Her thighs pressed together beneath the duvet.

Before she could even think of replying, another buzz.

Liam:

Maybe that navy skirt?

You looked amazing in it Friday.

He'll take you seriously in that.

She exhaled. There it was. Both men. Same skirt.

Same body.

Different purpose.

Her thumbs hovered over the screen. First Liam.

Becky:

Going in soon.

Wearing the navy skirt, as instructed ????

Liam:

He won't know what hit him x

Then to Sean.

Becky:

Both of you choosing my outfit today?

Feel like I'm being... dressed up.

Sean:

Dressed down, more like.

Remind me to check you followed instructions.

Becky smirked. Her skin tingled already.

Sean:

And whatever you wear on top -- make it soft.

Something I'll want to pull aside.

Liam doesn't need to know how accessible you are.

Becky stared at the message, heat blooming between her thighs.

Becky:

Navy skirt. No knickers.

And a soft white blouse.

Happy?

Sean:

Ecstatic.

Don't be late.

She rose, stepping out of bed slowly. She moved to the mirror and studied her reflection -- tired eyes, flushed cheeks, the faint trace of guilt undercut by the ache between her legs.

Liam wanted her to impress Sean.

Sean wanted to undress her.

And she? She wasn't sure which was turning her on more.

She stood at the wardrobe, fingers grazing the hangers.

Navy skirt. The one that clung to her hips and rose just a little too high when she sat. Both men had mentioned it -- for entirely different reasons.

Becky pulled it out, held it against her waist. Then reached for the blouse white silk and sheer enough to let someone imagine. She didn't even check for a bra. The idea of Sean peeling this aside had already anchored itself in her mind.

She paused before slipping the skirt on. No knickers. No one will know. Except him.

In the mirror, the outfit looked simple. Smart. Even professional. But she knew.

Sean would know. And that secret made her stand straighter.

She added subtle earrings, touched up her mascara, and smoothed her hair back into a loose ponytail. Not too polished. Not too messy.

Her phone buzzed again.

Sean:

Don't forget I want you under my desk by 9.

Eyes bright. Mouth quiet. Legs obedient.

She smiled but didn't reply.

Just slipped her phone into her bag, grabbed her keys, and walked out the door.

Every step, she felt the ache between her legs..

The building was cooler than she expected.

The office felt clinical. She realised Liam had been working there for a few years now yet it was the first time she was visiting his workplace. Only it wasn't for him.

Becky walked toward the lifts. After a brief introduction, Reception waved her through. Becky assumed someone had clearly been told to expect her.

The elevator was empty. She caught her reflection in the mirrored walls.. Her blouse clung delicately to her chest. She tugged at it once, knowing it wouldn't help.

He'll know I followed every word.

Floor six.

Sean's office was down a quiet corridor, tucked into the corner. The glass wall beside his door was frosted to hide what happens inside. She paused. Adjusted her blouse.

Then knocked.

Becky stepped into the office, letting the door click quietly shut behind her.

Sean was by the window and turned when he heard her his expression changing the second he saw her.

"Well," he said, voice low, "look who followed instructions."

His eyes dragged over her -- blouse, skirt, legs. Then back to her eyes.

"I was half-worried you'd chicken out and wear something boring," he added, walking toward her now. "But no. You're here. Dressed exactly how I wanted."

Becky tilted her head. "I thought this was supposed to be a trial morning. You know -- work."

Sean smiled. "It is. But forgive me if I'm still picturing you barefoot in your kitchen, wearing exactly what I asked. That has not left my mind."

Her cheeks warmed, but she held his gaze. "You really think it's smart to mention that here?"

He leaned in slightly, not touching, but close enough she could smell the coffee on his breath. "You think I can see you in that skirt, knowing you're bare underneath, and not think about it?"

Becky's heart kicked. Her legs, crossed tightly at the knee, shifted slightly. "Then maybe we should get some work done. Distract you."

Sean smirked and walked behind the desk, easing into the leather chair. "Fair enough. I can pretend, if you can."

He picked up a slim folder and slid it across. "Summarise this for me. Meeting notes from last week. Just a few bullet points."

She reached forward, deliberately slow. The hem of her skirt lifted as she leaned, and Sean's eyes dropped before returning to her face.

She said nothing. Just smirked faintly and opened the folder.

The office was quiet, but not calm. She could feel the tension hanging between them, the unspoken memory of the way he'd touched her waist in the kitchen. The way he'd made her cum with a few texts last night.

His charm wasn't gone -- it was just waiting. Resting under the surface.

After a few minutes, he spoke again. "You looked good this morning, by the way."

Becky looked up, pen paused. "You said that already."

"No," Sean said. "That was about your outfit. I mean you looked good. Happy. Turned on."

She rolled her eyes lightly, but her lips curved. "You think that's good for workplace morale?"

"I think it's excellent," he said, deadpan.

He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "You could sit on my side, you know. It might be easier."

She arched an eyebrow. "Easier for me? Or for you to see up my skirt?"

"Bit of both."

Becky shook her head and returned to her notes -- but her thighs pressed together again.

Sean leaned back with his coffee, watching her, a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. "If you're going to pretend this is a normal job," he said, "I'll try not to laugh too loudly."

Becky tapped the pen twice on the desk, then slid the folder back toward him.

"All done," she said lightly. "Summarised, numbered, and no waffle."

Sean took it but didn't open it.

Instead, he just looked at her.

Then: "Come here."

She blinked. "Sorry?"

He patted his thigh -- one quick tap. "Here. I want to read it properly. And you look better from this angle."

Becky hesitated -- half a second, no more -- before rising.

As she stepped around to his side, her stomach flipped. Not with nerves. With heat.

She perched on his lap carefully at first, not sure where to place her hands.

But when his arm curled around her waist, pulling her closer, she adjusted. Settled.

The moment her weight sank into him, she felt it.

His cock -- thick, hard, unmistakable beneath the trousers.

Her breath caught. Not visibly. But she knew.

He'd been like this already.

Waiting.

Her thighs tensed unconsciously. She straightened her back, determined to stay composed, but her heart was thudding and she could feel the faint pulse between her legs as she shifted slightly on his lap.

"Comfortable?" he asked, voice low near her ear.

"Manageable," she murmured. "Let's see if the work passes."

He smirked and opened the folder.

But even as his eyes skimmed the notes, his hand didn't stay still.

It rested first on her outer thigh. Casual. Steady.

Then -- slowly -- it shifted. Brushed higher. Inner thigh. Fingertips grazing skin that hadn't been touched since she dressed that morning.

Becky's chest tightened. Not with alarm -- with anticipation.

Every move of his hand made her acutely aware of just how naked she was beneath the skirt.

She forced herself to stay still.

"You did well," Sean said, turning a page. "This is clean. Sharp."

She gave a small shrug, fighting the flush rising in her neck.

"Glad to impress."

His fingers slipped a touch higher.

She swallowed.

Then -- with perfect precision -- his hand lifted and cupped her breast through the soft fabric of her blouse.

She inhaled sharply.

There it was.

The first time he touched her like that -- no pretence. No teasing. Just his hand on her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, now stiffening beneath the thin silk.

No bra. He'd discovered it for himself.

His other thumb circled her skin -- higher now, mid-thigh. Skin to skin.

"I knew you'd be a distraction," he said, eyes still on the paper. "Wasn't expecting you to make it so hard to concentrate."

Becky's breath hitched -- subtle. But audible in the quiet of the office.

"You're the one who told me what to wear," she said, still trying for even.

"I was being optimistic. Didn't think you'd actually obey."

"I didn't obey," she murmured. "I chose."

That made him pause.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her body betraying her calm exterior.

Sean closed the folder.

Didn't speak.

Just let his hand stay where it was -- firm, claiming, enjoying the feel of her.

Then he turned her face toward him.

"I've been thinking about that kiss," he said, voice lower now.

Becky's lips parted.

"So have I," she whispered.

Their mouths met -- slower than she expected. But fuller. Intentional. He tasted like coffee and something darker. Confidence. Possession. Need.

His hand squeezed her breast gently, and she gasped against his lips. She wasn't sure if it was the touch or the thrill of being touched like this. In his office. On his lap. No underwear. His cock stiff beneath her.

"I told you," he murmured, "you were wasting this body on Liam."

She pulled back just a fraction -- breath ragged, heart racing.

A flicker of guilt. Then heat.

Her voice was soft. "He's a good man..."

She didn't finish the sentence. Her hips shifted against him - subtle, but unmistakable.

Then she met Sean's eyes, something dangerous flickering in hers.

"... but maybe not every part of me needs to be his."

Sean smiled. "Good girl."

The words hit like a secret.

And it turned her on more than she wanted to admit.

Their mouths leaned into each other again. The kind of kiss that made time melt. His hands pulling her closer until she was grinding against the thick cock pressing through his trousers.

Becky couldn't breathe. Every kiss felt like it would be the last. Every second on his lap made her body ache harder. Her thighs were shaking. She could barely sit still.

Her skirt was already bunched up. She shifted letting her thighs part as she turned to straddle him. Her nipples pressed against his chest. She leaned in, kissing down to his neck.

"I've wanted this," she whispered. "Since Friday."

Sean growled softly, his hands roaming beneath her skirt now, warm palms brushing over bare skin.

Then she slid down.

Not away.

Lower.

Off his lap, knees to the carpet, between his legs.

He watched her descend slowly like she needed to kneel. Not just wanted to. Her hands came up to rest on his thighs, then reached for his belt.

"You sure?" he asked.

She didn't answer -- just looked up at him as she tugged the buckle loose.

He leaned back.

The sound of the zip made her breath catch.

Then she pulled his boxers down.

And saw him.

Her lips parted.

"Oh..."

It wasn't just big.

It was absurd.

Heavy. Thick. Veined. Arrogant. Resting against his thigh, only half-hard and still bigger than Liam ever got on his best day. She stared -- stunned, blinking, breath held.

It looked like something built for ruining good intentions.

Her mouth went dry.

She swallowed -- not with nerves.

With hunger.

Sean looked down at her, grinning. "Bit different from what you're used to?"

She couldn't lie. Not with this in her hand.

She gave the smallest nod, eyes still fixed on it. "It's... a lot."

He chuckled -- low and smug. "Liam's never made you kneel, has he?"

A beat of silence.

Then, softly, almost like a confession: "No."

Sean's smile sharpened.

"Poor guy doesn't know what he's missing."

She looked up at him -- not in protest, but with heat blazing behind her eyes. Her thumb traced down the thick vein along the underside.

"No," she said, voice just above a whisper. "He really doesn't."

That answer landed.

His expression shifted -- darker now, hungrier.

"Start with your tongue," he said.

So she did.

She leaned in slowly, licking the underside of his mammoth sized cock letting her breath run over his skin. He twitched in response. Her fingers wrapped around him, tentative at first, then firmer. He grew in her hand. She had never held a cock that big before.

Becky licked him again. Then again.

Sean's head fell back slightly. A low grunt of approval.

"You really are wasted on him," he muttered.

She didn't argue.

She just opened her mouth wider -- lips wrapping around his head, slowly. She was making love to his cock with her mouth.

For a few minutes, there was nothing but her breath, her tongue, the wet sounds of her mouth sliding over him.

Then Sean reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and held it toward her.

"You're not here for fun," he said, voice low, amused. "You're here to work."

Becky blinked. Her cheeks flushed. She was still kneeling, one hand around his cock, lips damp.

Work. Right.

She reached up, took the phone with trembling fingers.

"Dial Liam," he said. "And hand it to me."

Her heart skipped. Liam.

Her husband.

She hesitated, looked at Sean, then nervously her thumb tapped in the number.

The line started to ring.

Her stomach tightened. Her hand was still around Sean's cock, her other holding the phone. She was wet again and her thighs pressed together. Guilt curled inside her chest -- not enough to stop her.

The phone clicked.

"Hey, Sean!" Liam's voice was cheerful, familiar.

Her breath caught.

"Hi," she said, forcing her tone level. "It's Becky. I'm with Sean in his office--he'd like a quick word."

Like a PA. Like she worked for him.

Like she hadn't just been licking him with her eyes closed.

"Oh--yeah, sure!" Liam replied, upbeat. "How's your first day going?"

Becky looked up at Sean, her palm still resting against the base of his cock. His expression was smug. Patient.

She swallowed again.

"It's been... productive," she said quietly, then added, "He's keeping me busy."

A pause.

Then she handed the phone up to Sean.

Sean took it with a smirk, leaning back lazily in the chair. "Liam," he said warmly. "Thanks again for letting me borrow your wife. She's been a star this morning."

Becky stayed kneeling. Her chest was rising and falling. Her body was burning. She couldn't believe this was happening.

And then, without pausing his conversation, Sean gestured with his fingers -- a casual downward flick -- for her to continue.

Back to work.

She lowered her mouth again, lips parting, taking him slowly into her mouth just as Sean laughed softly into the phone.

"Yeah, mate," he said, his voice breezy. "She's fitting in just fine."

Becky's mouth wrapped around him, slow and smooth, her lips dragging along the thick length of Sean's cock. The weight of it filled her mouth, heavy and hot against her tongue.

He was still holding the phone to his ear. His other hand rested casually on the desk beside her head.

"... Liam. Yeah, just wanted to say thanks again. She's been great this morning. Picking things up quickly. Confident. Very hands-on."

She felt her pulse race.

She moved her hand in time with her mouth. A slow rhythm.

Her cheeks flushed as she heard Liam's voice faintly through the earpiece--chirpy, relaxed, oblivious.

Becky closed her eyes and sank deeper.

Sean's cock pushed against the back of her throat. She adjusted, welcoming it, her body buzzing with the contrast: her husband chatting away, proud of her... and her, on her knees, her lips sliding over his boss's cock.

"She's got good instincts too," Sean continued. "Knows exactly what I need, even before I say it."

Becky whimpered softly around him, her jaw relaxing more. She felt him twitch in her mouth. God, he liked saying that while she was down there. While Liam was listening.

She tried to steady her breathing through her nose with saliva dribbling down her lips now. Her body was warm all over. Sean hadn't moved but she could feel the restraint in him. The power.

She was the one doing all the work. And that was turning her on even more.

Her lips tightened around him instinctively, like her body was reacting to the double meaning even if her mind pretended not to.

There was a pause. Sean leaned back slightly, his eyes flicking down to her. "Yeah. She's got her hands full right now."

Becky almost choked on a laugh but managed to keep the rhythm steady. Her cheeks burned.

Then:

"I'll let you crack on, mate," Sean said smoothly. "Make sure you stay focused, yeah? Still a long way to go."

A note of patronising approval. Friendly. But laced with control.

The call ended.

He dropped the phone back on the desk casually, then looked down at her. His hand found her cheek, his thumb brushing the damp corner of her mouth.

"Good girl," he murmured.

The praise hit something deep. She moaned softly around him, her hand still stroking as she bobbed her head again. His cock was fully hard now. She could feel every throb, every twitch.

He tasted clean. Masculine. Powerful. Is that what authority tastes like she wandered.

And it wasn't just arousal she felt -- it was submission, chosen and owned.

She let herself sink deeper, mouth full, fingers curling tight at the base of his shaft. Her thighs clenched.

He didn't speak. Didn't guide.

He didn't need to.

Sean's thumb dragged slowly across Becky's slick bottom lip, smearing her own spit as he watched her -- possessive, thoughtful. Then his hand slid beneath her chin, lifting her face.

"Up," he said, voice low.

She rose to her feet, breath shaky, lips flushed and parted. Her eyes were wide, heat swirling behind them.

He didn't waste a moment.

He stood, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around. His chair rolled back with a soft scrape across the floor. She gasped as her front hit the desk.

"No more teasing."

Her hands splayed against the surface, her breath caught. She felt his hand slide up under her skirt direct, rough and going straight for her pussy.

"You're soaked," he said, almost to himself. "You liked that call, didn't you?"

Becky opened her mouth -- she didn't even know what she was going to say -- but he cut her off with a sharp thrust of two fingers inside her.

She cried out, bucking forward against the desk.

"I didn't hear a no," he murmured.

He pulled her back by the waist. One strong hand on her back kept her pinned down, the other guiding his cock against her entrance.

She gasped again, body trembling. "Sean--"

"Oh, you're ready," he said. "Dripping for it. Don't pretend otherwise."

He didn't push in fully. Just rubbed the head against her, back and forth, slow and maddening.

"Liam wouldn't know what to do with you like this."

Becky whimpered, teeth catching her lower lip.

"Tell me," he said, breath hot behind her. "Tell me this isn't what you were thinking about all weekend."

She turned her head, cheek against the desk. Her voice was hoarse. "I was."

"Damn right you were."

He teased her, the thick head of his cock sliding up and down her pussy entrance, making her whimper. "You want this?" he asked, voice rough in her ear. She nodded desperately and he slowly pushed inside stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched.

The sensation was overwhelming with how full her pussy felt not to mention the thrill of being taken by her husbands boss, right where anyone could walk in.

Becky, breathless, barely able to speak: "Yes... I need it. I need you to ruin me."

Sean grunted low. "Fuck. So tight. You've been waiting for this." He pulled out, slammed back in -- rough now, rhythmic. She jolted forward with each thrust with her big freckled tits bouncing, Her breath came in short, shallow bursts.

"You're dripping for me. You ever get this wet for him?" Sean taunted, voice rough.

Becky, gasping, barely able to answer: "Never... only you..."

"You wanted a real man between your legs. One who takes what he wants."

"Sean--" she moaned, helpless now.

"You think I'm gonna stop now?" he growled, thrusting harder. "Not a chance."

His hand reached around, fingers rubbing her clit, fast and expert.

"Cum for me," he said through gritted teeth. "While your husband's at his desk thinking I've got you doing emails."

Becky shattered.

Her orgasm crashed over her, legs buckling, body jerking beneath him as her moans filled the office.

Sean held her hips steady, grinding deep as he kept fucking her through it -- merciless, relentless.

Then he pulled out suddenly, grabbing her hair and dragging her upright, turning her to face him.

"On the desk," he ordered. As she straightened, still bent over the desk, she knew she'd never be able to look at Liam the same way again. Not after this. Not after what she'd let Sean do to her.

He lifted her easily, pushing her down on her back, and entered her again -- this time face to face, her legs wide, skirt bunched, her bare ass against polished wood.

"Look at me."

She did.

He fucked her hard, hips slamming against hers, cock filling her completely. She wrapped her legs around him, gasping, nails digging into his shoulders.

"You're mine now," he muttered. "Liam doesn't need to know a thing."

And she didn't disagree.

Sean thrust harder with his body driving into hers with increasing pace. Becky was sprawled on his desk, skirt pulled up, tits bouncing beneath her top as she clung to the edge.

His cock hit deep -- each stroke stretching her, filling her in a way Liam never had.

"You feel that?" Sean growled, gripping her hips. "Feel how much more cock I'm giving you?"

Becky moaned, head rolling back, eyes fluttering. "God, yes--fuck--so much more..."

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

"Bet you didn't think I'd be this big, did you?"

She whimpered, legs trembling. "I didn't... I didn't think I could take it..."

"But you are," he growled. "You're taking every inch."

He pulled back and drove into her again -- hard, brutal -- the sound of skin on skin echoing in the office.

"You think Liam could ever fuck you like this?" Sean muttered.

Her answer was barely a whisper, caught between shame and truth: "No..."

His hand cupped the back of her neck, lifting her slightly off the desk, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Say it."

Becky's mouth opened, her voice breaking. "Liam's never filled me like this... never fucked me like this..."

Sean grinned, lips brushing hers. "That's my girl."

He thrust once more -- hard -- then pulled out abruptly, cock wet and glistening. Becky gasped, eyes wild, still panting, thighs shaking.

"On your knees," he said, voice low and commanding.

She obeyed instantly, sliding off the desk, still dazed, dropping in front of him. She looked up -- flushed, trembling, eager.

He stroked himself now, fast, rough, eyes locked on her face.

"You look perfect like this. On your knees, mouth open, waiting for my cum."

Becky licked her lips. "Yes... I want it."

He grunted, breath catching.

"Look at you," he said, voice thick. "Wife. PA. Little plaything kneeling for me."

Becky nodded, biting her lip. "Your cock's huge... I can still feel you..."

Sean's groan was guttural.

"Open your mouth."

She did.

He came with a grunt, thick spurts landing across her lips, her tongue, her cheek -- Becky held still, eyes wide, letting it happen, tasting him.

He watched her, breathing hard.

"You wear it well," he said, almost amused. "Might leave you like that for a bit."

Becky wiped her mouth, her thighs still trembling, the taste of him lingering. She felt raw, marked, and more alive than she'd ever been.

Becky's chest was heaving. She didn't speak -- not yet.

But the look she gave him said everything.

She liked being used like this.

And she was just getting started.

Becky stood in front of the small private bathroom mirror, dabbing the last of his cum from her chin with a tissue. Her cheeks were flushed, lips raw from handling his cock and mascara smudged at the corners.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Not a wife. Not an assistant. Just a woman who'd been fucked by someone who wasn't her husband.

Her legs were still shaking.

Jesus. What am I doing?

She splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed another tissue to blot her mouth again. Even as she cleaned herself up, she could feel the slick heat between her legs. The soreness and the pleasure.

And the guilt.

She stepped out of the bathroom, straightening her blouse.

Sean was leaning back in his chair, still shirtless, scrolling through emails like nothing had happened.

He glanced up as she re-entered. "You alright?"

Becky paused. "Yeah. I just..."

He nodded, almost like he was expecting this. "Let me guess. Feeling a bit guilty now."

She blinked. "I--"

"Don't," he cut in, calm but firm. "You don't need to."

He stood slowly, walking over. "What we just did? That wasn't a betrayal. That was you stepping into who you really are."

Becky opened her mouth, but no words came.

Sean was already in front of her, fingers lifting her chin. His voice dropped. "And tell me something... wasn't that the most alive you've felt in years?"

She swallowed.

"I saw it in your face," he went on. "In your body. You needed that. Not just the cock. The attention. The power. You wanted to be seen like that -- used like that."

Becky's stomach turned. But she couldn't say he was wrong.

"You're still thinking about Liam," Sean added, reading her expression. "So let me make this simple."

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

"This helps him."

She blinked. "How--?"

"He's happy. Motivated. On the edge of something bigger than he's ever imagined. You're part of that. You keep me happy... and I make sure he rises."

His hand brushed lightly across her lower back.

"And in return," he whispered, "you get everything you've been craving. Everything he's never been able to give you."

Becky's breath hitched.

Sean pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. "Think about it. You stay loyal. You stay sexy. You stay his... and mine."

She didn't answer. She couldn't.

Because the ache between her thighs hadn't gone anywhere.

And part of her wanted more.

Becky sat at her desk, legs crossed tightly, blouse buttoned again but skin still flushed. She'd barely managed to focus on the document in front of her. Her body was still humming.

Her phone buzzed -- Liam.

She hesitated a beat, then answered.

"Hey you," she said, voice light.

"Hey," came his cheerful reply. "Just wanted to check in. How's your day going?"

Becky swallowed, the image of Sean's cock still fresh behind her eyes.

"Busy," she said, forcing a small laugh. "Lot to get through."

"Bet you're smashing it. He seemed really impressed this morning."

Becky's hand tensed slightly on the desk.

"Yeah," she replied. "He's... definitely keeping me busy."

She heard Liam's warm chuckle on the other end. "Told you you'd be amazing."

Her throat tightened. "Thanks, babe. How's your day?"

"Good. That client meeting went well, I think. I might have to head up to Leeds on Thursday though -- Sean mentioned it as a possibility. You okay with that?"

Becky's stomach flipped.

"Of course," she said softly. "Work comes first."

Just then, the door to Sean's office opened silently.

She didn't turn -- didn't have to. She felt him behind her.

Then: his hand on her shoulder.

A kiss -- soft -- pressed against the curve of her neck.

Her breath hitched, but she kept her voice steady. "I miss you," she said to Liam.

Sean's other hand slid down -- slowly, confidently -- brushing the top of her breast.

"I miss you too," Liam said. "Only a few hours to home time and some dinner."

Sean's fingers brushed under the edge of her blouse now. Fingertips grazing bare skin. Becky closed her eyes for half a second.

"I'm looking forward to it," she said.

She felt Sean's lips again, lower this time, warm and deliberate. Her nipple hardened under his touch, her knees clenching tighter.

"We'll get some wine," Liam added. "Celebrate your first day at work."

Becky's heart twisted.

"I'd love that," she whispered.

Sean pulled back then, gently, as if he knew exactly when to stop. As if he'd read the precise second before her voice would falter.

"I'll let you go," Liam said. "Give him your best. He's lucky to have you today."

Becky's voice cracked slightly as she replied. "I'm... trying my best."

"Speak later, babe."

"Yeah," she murmured. "Love you."

She ended the call, her hand shaking faintly.

Behind her, Sean's voice was low and amused. "You are trying your best."

Becky didn't look at him right away.

Because the worst part wasn't that he'd touched her again.

It was that her body still wanted more.

The evening Becky stirred the pan. Liam had just come back from the gym, full of energy, full of words. She turned down the heat, glanced over her shoulder.

"You want wine?" she asked.

"Beer," Liam said, kicking off his shoes. "Unless you're opening something fancy."

She smiled and popped a bottle cap. He leaned on the counter beside her, still flushed from the workout.

"How was the rest of your day?" she asked, genuinely. "Tell me everything."

Liam grinned. "Honestly? Best day I've had at work in ages. That client meeting couldn't have gone better. Sean said he was impressed with how I handled the curveballs."

Becky's chest warmed. "I'm proud of you," she said softly, brushing his arm as she handed him the beer. "Really proud."

Liam looked at her like she was made of gold. "I think he meant it, Bex. I think something big's coming. Promotion. More exposure. He actually trusts me now."

Becky nodded, biting her bottom lip. "That's what I wanted," she said. "I knew you'd shine."

She leaned up and kissed his cheek, lingering there, inhaling him. He smelled like sweat and aftershave and new confidence. And he was happy.

Because of her.

Because she'd let Sean fuck her across a desk.

The guilt was there, but she shoved it aside. Liam was finally getting his shot. That was what mattered.

Her phone buzzed on the counter.

Sean.

Still wearing my fingerprints?

Becky stared at the message. Her thighs twitched.

She replied:

Tried to scrub them off. They're stubborn.

Another ping.

Not as stubborn as I am. Still taste you on my fingers.

She swallowed hard, glancing over at Liam, who was now flipping through the post with a beer in hand, humming some stupid advert tune.

She typed quickly:

You're insatiable.

He responded almost immediately:

And you love it. Good girl today. But tomorrow... I want you soaked before 9.

She shifted in place, subtly, as if adjusting her weight -- but really pressing her thighs tighter.

Her phone buzzed again.

Still not wearing a bra, are you?

She smirked, thumbs tapping.

Maybe I just like knowing you're looking.

Sean's reply came fast.

It's never just looking.

It's deciding what I'll do with you after.

She felt her breath catch. Glanced over at Liam -- still flipping through the post, humming.

What would you do?

If you were here.

A pause.

Then:

Lift the shirt.

Bite one nipple while I tug the other.

Slide two fingers between your legs and feel how wet you already are.

Becky squeezed her thighs together, pulse thudding at her throat.

You sound sure I'd be wet.

I tasted it this morning, remember?

Don't make me prove it again.

She bit her lip, fingers hovering.

Maybe I'd make you wait. Make you ask nicely.

You're forgetting something.

You work for me now.

You don't get to make the rules.

She inhaled sharply, heat rising.

Then give me instructions, boss.

Tomorrow. Be in early.

No bra. No knickers.

Same shirt. Unbutton the top three.

And don't speak until I ask you to.

Her heart thumped. A pulse of guilt. A sharper pulse of desire.

She hesitated, then typed.

And if I say no?

Then I'll ask again.

And again.

Until you're soaked just from reading it.

She stared at the screen. Then quickly locked her phone as Liam came over, smiling.

"You okay?" he asked.

She looked up, smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Yeah," she whispered. "I'm perfect."

"You alright?" Liam asked, glancing up.

She smiled -- warm, reassuring, if a little too bright.

"Just thinking how lucky I am," she said. "Dinner's almost ready."

Liam came over, kissed her temple. "I'm the lucky one."

Becky stirred the pasta, heart beating faster.

Maybe. But lucky people didn't usually have someone else's fingerprints on their skin.

Becky curled into Liam under the covers. She kissed his neck softly, her hand trailing across his stomach.

"You smell good," she whispered, lips brushing his skin. "Feel good too..."

He turned to her, smiling, and kissed her gently. But it was the kind of kiss that said thank you, not take me.

"I really want to be on it tomorrow," he murmured, hand resting on her hip. "Sean's watching everything now. I want to be in early. Prepped. Show I'm serious."

Her fingers traced the waistband of his boxers.

"You'll be amazing," she said softly, pressing another kiss to his jawline. "But you don't have ten minutes to make your wife feel amazing first?"

Liam chuckled, genuinely apologetic, and kissed her forehead. "Rain check? Promise?"

Becky forced a smile, pulling the duvet up over her chest. "Yeah. Rain check."

But her body was still humming -- from the messages, the memory of Sean's hands, his words, the promise of tomorrow.

Eventually, the ache dulled and sleep claimed her

When Becky woke, the house was quiet.

Liam had gone already -- left early again, no doubt already halfway through his emails, fueled by ambition and a protein shake. A note sat on the dresser.

You're incredible. Thanks for all of this. I know it's working. See you tonight. Xx

Becky stared at it a moment, then ran her fingers through her hair and strolled to the bathroom.

In the mirror, she looked flushed. Bright-eyed. A little wild.

Today, she was going to see Sean again.

And she knew what he'd asked of her.

She opened her wardrobe slowly. Pulled out the white shirt. Same one from yesterday. Held it up to the light. Thin. Soft. Tempting.

No bra.

No knickers.

She swallowed. Then stepped out of her pyjamas.

She slipped the shirt on -- cool material against bare skin. The sensation sent goosebumps racing down her arms.

She buttoned it slowly, stopping at the third. The top of her chest was exposed -- hint of cleavage, collarbone, bare skin that only Sean would notice.

A buzz.

Sean.

Don't forget who you're dressing for.

She typed:

Hard to forget. I'm soaked already.

Another buzz:

Good girl. In my office by nine. Close the door behind you.

Becky stared at the screen. Her thighs pressed together instinctively.

She applied a touch of makeup. Tied her hair loosely. No perfume.

She didn't need it. He already knew her scent.

She grabbed her bag. One last glance in the mirror.

The shirt hugged her gently. Her nipples were visible if the light hit right. Her bare skin underneath was secret -- and thrilling.

She smiled faintly.

And left the house.

The office was already humming by the time Becky stepped inside. She wore what Sean had told her to: a dark olive blouse, soft against her skin, tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged her hips. No bra. Again. Her nipples shifted faintly beneath the silk as she moved. It made her self-conscious. It also made her wet.

Sean looked up from behind his desk as she walked in.

"Morning," he said, voice easy, eyes already flicking over her outfit.

Becky offered a small smile, trying to stay professional -- though the way his gaze lingered on her chest didn't help.

She set her bag down. "What's the plan today?"

Sean closed his laptop with a soft click and stood.

"You're supporting Liam."

That made her pause. "Oh."

Sean stepped around the desk, adjusting his cuffs. "Client coming in -- elderly guy, owns a fair chunk of the business we're after. Liam's leading the intro pitch. I'll step in later."

She nodded slowly. "So I'm... what? Taking notes?"

He smirked. "Looking like that? You're setting the tone."

Becky felt a flicker of unease. Then she told herself it was fine. Normal. Professional.

It's a meeting, that's all.

Sean added, almost as an afterthought, "You know how to make someone feel listened to. Use that."

She followed him down the corridor to the smaller boardroom, where Liam was already setting up. He looked sharp -- slightly overdressed, like he'd tried hard. Nervous energy clung to him.

When he saw Becky enter, his face lit up.

"You're in on this too?" he asked, eyes wide with surprise.

She smiled warmly. "Apparently."

"Thank god," Liam muttered. "Could use the backup."

She stood beside him as he checked the presentation. His hand brushed hers once -- deliberately, she thought -- and lingered for just a second.

Sean watched silently from the back of the room, arms folded. Observing.

The client arrived five minutes later -- a silver-haired man in an immaculate navy suit, all charm and deep-voiced politeness. Becky smiled, offered him coffee, took her place beside Liam.

The pitch began.

Liam tried. That was clear. He had the bones of the presentation, the research, the intent. But his voice lacked weight. He stumbled once or twice. Becky could almost feel his desperation to impress.

The client's gaze rested on her legs when she crossed them. He addressed her as much as he did Liam. He laughed at her comments. Smiled too long.

Becky glanced at Sean once. He nodded, barely, as if to say you're doing fine.

By the end of the hour, the client was engaged -- not by the pitch, she suspected, but by looking at her.

As the man left, he shook Liam's hand and turned to Becky.

"You made that hour much more enjoyable," he said, eyes twinkling.

Becky smiled politely. "Glad I could help."

Sean closed the door behind him. Liam looked elated.

"I think that went okay?"

Sean gave a diplomatic shrug. "You were solid. Becky helped. It's not over yet."

Then, he turned to Becky.

"You're coming to lunch with him now. He asked for you by name."

Becky blinked. "Lunch?"

"12:30. Restaurant's already booked."

She hesitated. "Is this... part of the job now?"

Sean's expression didn't change. "It's part of his decision-making process. I trust you'll make a good impression."

She said nothing. Just nodded.

As she left the boardroom, her phone buzzed.

Sean:

I'd suggest you get changed into something elegant. But tight.

And no underwear. Let's not ruin a good pattern.

Her stomach flipped.

She reread it. Twice.

Elegant. Tight. No underwear.

She glanced around the office, as if someone might be watching. No one was. She moved quickly -- ducked into the bathroom with her bag, heart racing.

She hadn't packed for seduction. But she'd brought a spare dress, just in case -- something fitted and dark green hitting mid-thigh length. She'd worn it once to a wedding.

She stripped quickly. Blouse. Skirt. Bra. All off. Her nipples stiffened in the air-conditioned silence as she pulled the new dress over her head. It clung to her hips like second skin.

No underwear.

She paused at the mirror. Adjusted her hair. Bit her lip. Her body thrummed -- with arousal, yes, but also with nerves. There was no time to think. Sean hadn't asked.

He'd instructed.

She stepped back out just as her phone pinged again.

Sean:

Car's waiting downstairs. 12:30 sharp.

Remember -- keep him smiling.

She didn't reply.

She couldn't.

But she glanced at her reflection one last time. And then she walked.

The maître d' smiled as she stepped inside. Becky felt every eye shift toward her as she entered.

Her dress clung in all the right places. No underwear, as instructed. And she could feel the freedom beneath the way the top brushed her nipples.

He stood as she approached. Alan Mortimer -- silver-haired, confident, old enough to be her father, maybe even older. Sharp navy suit, gold cufflinks, watch that probably cost more than Liam's car.

"Ah," he said warmly, taking her hand. "Becky, I must say--Sean undersold you."

He held her hand just a second longer than necessary, his thumb grazing the inside of her wrist. Then he motioned to the table. She sat. He did too, smoothing his napkin across his lap.

"You look lovely," he added, eyes moving -- not leering, but definitely lingering. "I wasn't expecting a PA to turn heads."

She laughed softly, keeping her posture elegant. "I like to be useful in more ways than one."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Well, I see Sean's instincts are as sharp as ever."

A waiter appeared. Wine was poured. Becky crossed her legs under the table, slow and deliberate. This was the game now. And she knew her role.

"Are you in town long?" she asked lightly, sipping her wine.

Alan smiled. "Just the night. They've put me up here--" he nodded toward the adjoining hotel lobby through the glass doors, "--suite upstairs. Very comfortable."

She nodded, filing that detail away.

He leaned slightly closer. "Sean tells me you're new to the company. But clearly not new to... navigating important conversations."

Becky tilted her head. "I try to make people feel comfortable."

His eyes glinted. "You do that very well."

Becky was halfway through her glass of wine when his knee brushed hers under the table. A light, accidental contact -- except it wasn't accidental. She knew that. And she didn't pull away.

Instead, she shifted slightly. Crossed her legs the other way. Let the hem of her dress ride just a little higher.

His hand, resting beside his plate, inched closer. Not bold or obvious. Just a slow movement of fingers toward hers. When they touched she didn't move. He let his fingers graze the back of her hand.

Becky felt the hum between her legs grow louder. She wondered if the other diners saw them and assumed she was his daughter, out for a special lunch. If only they knew he'd be fucking her before dessert.

"You're not what I expected," Alan said, voice soft now. "Most PAs I meet have clipboards and tight smiles. You... have presence."

Their eyes met. She held his gaze. Didn't blink.

"I've been thinking," Alan said after a beat, setting down his fork. "This restaurant's lovely. But I think we'd be more comfortable upstairs."

There it was. The invitation. Delivered with charm and confidence, no pressure. Just assumption.

She leaned back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. "You're not even going to pretend this is just a business lunch?"

"Oh, it is business," Alan said, smiling again. "But some deals require... privacy."

Her stomach. She imagined the hotel room above them. Imagined the way he'd look at her when the door clicked shut. The way Sean would smirk if he knew she said yes.

But Sean would know.

And Liam... Liam would think today's meeting had gone well because of him.

She took a final sip of her wine. Then placed her hand on the table -- letting her fingers brush his this time.

"Then maybe," she said, voice light but firm, "we should continue where we'll both be more comfortable."

Alan's grin widened.

He rose first, buttoning his jacket.

Becky stood too, smoothing her dress. No bra. No panties. Just Sean's voice echoing from earlier in her head:

Let's not ruin a good pattern.

The lift was empty when they stepped in, but Becky's pulse jumped the moment the doors closed. Alan pressed the button for the sixth floor. Then turned to face her as if they were heading to another business meeting.

She, on the other hand, felt the heat rise under her dress again. No underwear.

Her eyes flicked to the display -- floor two.

His hand brushed her lower back. Just a touch. Confident. Possessive.

"Do you always do what Sean tells you?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

Becky turned to him, offering a light smirk to mask the thrum in her chest. "Only when it makes sense."

Alan's hand slid lower -- down to the top curve of her backside. Not hidden. Not subtle. And not caring. She could smell his aftershave, something old-fashioned. It reminded her of her father's cologne, and the realization sent a forbidden thrill through her

She glanced at the mirrored panel across from them. If anyone joined at the next floor--

But no one did.

"I like a woman who plays along," Alan murmured.

Becky kept her voice composed, but inside, her thoughts tangled. He's old enough to be my father. No, older. His hands weren't soft, but firmAnd he wasn't asking permission.

Floor five.

His hand now cupped her ass fully. She inhaled -- sharp and quiet.

He leaned in, his voice against her ear. "You're already wet for me, aren't you?"

She said nothing. Didn't need to. Her body answered for her.

The doors slid open.

Alan opened the door with a key card and held it for her. Becky stepped inside slowly.

Soft carpet. Neutral tones. A king-sized bed, already turned down. A bottle of sparkling water and a plate of fruit sat on the table, untouched. Elegant. Impersonal.

The door clicked shut behind her.

"You can take your heels off," he said. "Or leave them on."

Becky turned to face him. He'd already taken off his jacket. Was rolling up his sleeves like this was routine. Like she wasn't a married woman. Like this wasn't Liam's big client. Like she was just another whore.

He stepped closer.

"You're stunning," he said, fingers reaching for the hem of her dress.

Becky caught her breath again. She was used to being looked at. But not like this. Not with the assumption she was already his.

He didn't ask.

He lifted the dress slowly -- over her thighs, then her hips. She raised her arms, letting him slide it up and off, until she stood in front of him in nothing but heels.

Alan's eyes ran over her body with unapologetic hunger.

"No bra," he said. "Good girl."

Her nipples hardened instantly.

He cupped one breast. Not gently. But not rough either. Just... claiming.

Becky felt her legs almost give -- the thrill, the guilt, the power. She was naked in front of a man older than her father. She should have felt disgust. She didn't. She felt wanted.

He kissed her then. Hard. Demanding. His tongue was in her mouth before she could think. And she didn't resist. She melted into him.

Alan's hands moved like he already owned her. Down her sides. Across her hips. Thumbs brushing her nipples until she gasped.

"God, you're gorgeous," he muttered, voice thick with hunger. "Didn't expect this much obedience."

Becky stumbled back slightly, the back of her knees hitting the bed. He followed, pressing her down without a word legs parted, heels still on, his breath hot against her inner thighs.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" he said, tone teasing, half-challenging.

Her mind reeled.

I'm naked. For Liam's client. This is insane.

But her body didn't rebel. It throbbed.

Alan's mouth moved between her legs like he'd earned it -- lapping and licking like an eager puppy. He wasn't young. He wasn't gentle. He was experienced. Entitled. In his mind he owned her pussy.

Becky arched with a cry, hand flying to her mouth.

"Fuck, you taste good," he said between licks. "Like you were meant for this."

What the fuck am I doing?

But she didn't stop him. Not even when he pulled back, undid his belt, and dropped his trousers.

She saw it.

Not just his age, or his belly, or the way his chest sagged slightly. She saw his cock. Hard. Thick. Coated with his own spit from anticipation. Not beautiful -- but real. Unapologetic.

He climbed onto the bed.

"You're already soaked for me," he murmured, stroking the head of his cock through her folds. "You ready, sweetheart?"

She didn't answer.

Alan's hands roamed her body, slow and proprietary, as if he were appraising something he'd just bought. He pressed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs with a nudge of his knee, his gaze never leaving hers.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" he murmured, voice thick with authority. "Your husband wants this deal. He needs it. But I need you."

Becky's cheeks burned. "Liam's worked hard--he deserves his promotion."

Alan's lips curled into a smirk. "He deserves it? Or does he just deserve to watch his wife get fucked for it?"

She tried to protest, but Alan's hand slid between her thighs, fingers parting her pussy lips, finding her soaking. "You're here because he isn't man enough close the deal on his own. He needs you. Isn't that right?"

Becky's breath caught. "That's not--"

Alan cut her off, pressing the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her, making her squirm. "Say it. Say you're here to do what your husband can't."

She hesitated.

Alan's grip tightened on her thigh. "Say it."

Her voice was barely a whisper. "I'm here to... to do what Liam can't."

Alan grinned, pushing inside her in one hard, unyielding motion, making her cry out. The stretch was brutal, delicious, overwhelming. He set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming into her, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room.

"Good girl," he growled, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. "You're not just his wife. You're his whore. His bargaining chip. And you love it, don't you?"

Becky's shame melted into heat. She moaned, her resistance fading with every thrust. "Yes... I love it. I love being used for him."

Alan's laughter was dark and satisfied. "Maybe next time, I'll let him watch. Let him see how a real man gets the job done."

He leaned in, lips at her ear, voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You're here to make sure he gets promoted, even if it means you get used. You're the reason your husband succeeds. The one who really gets things done."

Becky's body obeyed as the orgasm kept building. She came with a shudder, nails digging into Alan's back, her cries muffled by his hand over her mouth.

"Fucking hell," she breathed. "You're... big."

Alan chuckled darkly. "That's the idea."

This isn't sex.

It's payment.

It's... duty.

It's pleasure.

He began to fuck her with deliberate thrusts -- no buildup, no question. Just need. Just claiming her.

And her mind betrayed her.

Liam's back in the office thinking he's nailed this deal.

Would he thank me if he knew?

Would Sean?

Am I Liam's wife... or his whore?

Alan grunted above her, thrusts growing harder. He held her by the hips now, slamming her into the mattress. Becky moaned loudly, shamefully -- and hated how much she loved the sound of it.

"Didn't think you'd be this eager," he said, breath ragged. "But fuck, you're hungry for it, aren't you?"

"You're not exactly gentle," she gasped, half-laughing through a moan.

"You want gentle, you shouldn't be in this room."

Becky clung to the sheets, her body taking every thrust, every slap of flesh. Her heels were still on, legs spread, her breasts bouncing freely.

And still, her thoughts spun.

This is for Liam. This helps him.

So why does it feel so fucking good?

Alan leaned down, one hand gripping her face. His kiss was messy, claiming. His tongue inside her mouth again. Her nails dug into his back.

And still -- no protest.

She came first. She hated herself for it. Or maybe she didn't. She wasn't sure. But her body shook, her back arched, and she moaned his name -- Alan, not Liam. I'm letting a man older than my father use me. I'm letting him fuck me, claim me, and I love it. What does that make me?

"Jesus," Alan breathed. "You're addictive."

Seconds later, he pulled out, yanked her to her knees, and finished on her chest -- thick and hot across her breasts, as if sealing the transaction.

She knelt there, panting. Body spent. Skin sticky. Mind scrambled.

Alan stepped back, catching his breath. "You were perfect," he said simply, tucking himself back in.

Becky wiped herself with a nearby towel, her hands trembling slightly. No words.

Just questions.

Does this make me a slut?

Or a good wife?

Did Sean know this would happen? Of course he did.

And I let it.

She stood slowly, smoothing her dress down again. No bra. No underwear. A hotel fuck in the middle of the workday. For Liam. For the company. For... herself?

Her legs were still shaking.

"Shall we head back down?" Alan asked, straightening his shirt like nothing had happened.

Becky gave a tight nod, not trusting her voice.

And followed him to the door.

She got into a taxi making her way back to the office.

Sean:

How's Alan?

Becky (still walking, flushed cheeks cooling in the breeze):

Happy. Relaxed. Pretty sure he's a fan of our client hospitality.

Sean:

Of you, you mean.

She smirked. Looked down at her chest.

Still sticky. Still raw. And still no bra.

Becky:

Maybe. He did ask for dessert upstairs.

A pause. Three dots. Then:

Sean:

Did he finish everything on his plate?

She swallowed, pulse spiking.

God, he's shameless.

Becky:

Cleaned it. Nothing left.

Sean:

Good girl.

Becky stopped at a crossing. Heart beating faster.

That phrase again.

Becky:

Is that what I am?

Sean:

You tell me.

Was that for Liam?

Or was that for me?

Her fingers hovered.

Don't overthink it.

Becky:

Maybe it was for both of you.

But I liked it.

Sean:

You'll like the next one even more.

Be in my office in 10.

Hair up.

She stood outside the office door a moment longer, breathing deeply, nipples still tingling beneath the dress. Then opened it. And walked in

The corridor was quiet as Becky walked through it, her heels soft against the carpet, her heart still pounding in the echo of what she'd just done. The hotel room.

Alan's mouth on her neck. The weight of him. The moment she'd closed her eyes and let it happen -- not for herself, but for Liam. That's what she kept telling herself.

Her knickers were still missing. She hadn't dared put them back on.

She knocked gently once and entered.

Sean didn't look up immediately. He was at his desk, phone in hand, legs spread casually under the table, the same smug look he always has.

"Back," Becky said, quiet.

Sean looked up slowly, set his phone down, and nodded toward the door.

"Lock it."

She hesitated. Then did as he asked.

When she turned back, he was watching her. Eyes roving.

"Well?" he said.

Becky shifted slightly, her legs tightening. "It's done."

He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. "I don't want headlines, Becky. I want the story."

She swallowed.

He nodded to the seat across from him. "Sit."

She crossed the room and lowered herself into the chair, feeling the heat rush between her thighs as she sat. His gaze made her feel exposed, even clothed.

He let the silence stretch.

"Tell me everything," he said, voice low and smooth. "Start at lunch. Don't leave anything out."

Becky hesitated. "Even the--"

He raised an eyebrow.

She looked down. Took a breath. "He was... charming. In a smug kind of way. Talked a lot about his time. His wins. Told me I reminded him of his second wife."

Sean smirked.

She swallowed. "He then touched my leg under the table."

Sean's gaze sharpened.

"I didn't pull away," she continued, quieter now. "He said I looked incredible. Asked if I wanted to be more comfortable... upstairs."

Sean gestured with his fingers -- a small circle. Keep going.

Becky stood in front of his desk now, hands fidgeting slightly. "In the elevator, he put his hand under my skirt. He realised I had no underwear."

Sean's cock twitched beneath his trousers. "Good girl," he murmured. "Then?"

"He kissed me as soon as the door closed. No warning. Just--took it."

Sean's voice dropped. "How old is he?"

"Much older than my Dad."

Sean smirked. "And you still fucked him."

Becky's cheeks flushed. "Yes."

He motioned her forward. She stepped in between his knees.

"Show me how he touched you," he said softly.

Becky guided his hand up her thigh until he reached the warmth of her pussy. Her hips twitched.

Sean took over from there. Fingers touching the wetness he knew would be waiting.

He looked up. "You're soaked."

Becky nodded. "I was wet when I got back in the car."

He traced her slit with one finger. "Tell me how he fucked you."

Her voice trembled. "Bent me over the bed. Took his time. He was... rougher than I expected."

"Did you like it?"

She met his eyes. "I came. Hard."

Sean unzipped his trousers now. Still seated, he pulled himself out -- already thick, hardening fast.

Becky's breath caught. She stood motionless, lips parted.

"I told you," he murmured, stroking himself once, twice, "you were wasting this body on Liam."

She gave a half-smile, defensive but honest. "Liam loves me."

"But he doesn't fuck you like I do," Sean said.

"No," Becky whispered. "He doesn't."

He stared up at her. "Get your tits out."

Her hands moved instinctively. She unbuttoned the blouse, shrugging it off one shoulder, then both. Her nipples were hard as she let the shirt fall to the floor.

Sean groaned. "Jesus."

She stood there, bare-chested, skirt hitched, his hand still between her thighs.

He leaned back more now, stroking himself faster.

"Keep talking," he said.

Becky swallowed. "He kept calling me beautiful. Said Liam was lucky."

Sean's breathing deepened. "Did you think about me while he was inside you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Every second."

"Tell me what you imagined."

She licked her lips. "I imagined it was you fucking me. Not him."

Sean's fist worked harder over his cock now, eyes never leaving her chest.

Becky stepped closer. "Do you want to cum on me?" she whispered.

"Fuck yes."

She sank slowly to her knees, lifting her chin. She wondered if Liam would recognize her like this--on her knees, mouth open, waiting for another man's cum. Would he be horrified? Or would he want to watch?

He leaned forward slightly. His strokes quickened.

"Open your mouth."

She did.

A second later, he came -- hard -- thick streams landing across her lips, her tongue, streaking her cheek and chin, dripping down to her breasts.

She stayed still. Let him see the mess he'd made.

His breathing slowed.

"You really are the company's best asset," he said, smug, breathless.

Becky smiled faintly, chest heaving. "I'm just trying to help Liam."

Sean laughed.

"Sure you are."

Becky was still dabbing at her collarbone with a tissue when she heard the knock.

She spun around expecting it to be Sean but it was Liam.

He stepped in flushed from the day's work. His smile made her chest tighten in a different way. Relief and guilt hid behind her eyes.

"There you are," he said. "Been looking all over. How'd it go with Alan?"

She forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Fine. He was... happy, I think."

Liam leaned in and kissed her. Simple. Uncomplicated. He touched her waist gently unlike Alan or Sean. She stiffened still aware of how exposed she'd been just minutes earlier.

"You okay?" he asked, sensing something.

Becky nodded too quickly. "Just... a long day."

"You've been amazing," he said, looking so proud she nearly choked. "Alan came straight to me after. Said we made a hell of an impression."

We.

Becky swallowed. "I'm glad."

Liam dropped his voice slightly. "Between you and me -- I think this might seal the promotion. Seriously. Whatever you said to him worked. You are amazing."

Her stomach twisted. What I said? Or what I let him do? His pride made her ache. She wanted to confess, to beg him to claim her, to fuck her hard enough to make her forget the others. But she just smiled, letting him believe she was still his alone.

He kissed her again, this time slower. His hand slid up, touching her breast through her blouse. "God, you're sexy today. Something about you..."

She exhaled, biting her lip. "You really think so?"

"I know so," he said, pressing against her. "You've been glowing lately."

If only he knew what was fuelling that glow. Sean's hands. Alan's mouth. Her own arousal and shame.

He kissed her neck and she closed her eyes. A different kind of desire flickered. One laced with guilt.

His hand drifted down to her hip. "Want to come back with me? We could--" She wanted him to fuck her hard enough to erase the memory of Alan and Sean. But she knew she couldn't. Not with their scent and dry cum still on her skin. How would she explain that.

But she cut in gently. "Later. You've got work to do, right?"

Liam nodded, smiling. "Okay. But tonight, I want you to myself."

Becky smiled. "You already have me."

He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Becky stood still.

You already have me.

The following morning, Becky was still sore.

Not just between her legs. Her jaw. Her shoulders. But deeper than that, it was her mind that hadn't stopped spinning. The previous day had left her raw.

And Liam... he'd kissed her forehead that night. Thanked her again. Told her the board meeting was scheduled. Final decision imminent. Securing Alan's contract had put real momentum being his promotion hopes.

"Could go either way," he'd muttered nervously, holding her from behind in bed. "Just hope Sean puts in a good word."

Becky hadn't slept much.

Her phone buzzed just after 7.

Sean:

Important meeting this morning. Final board vote.

Dress accordingly.

You know what works.

No flirtation.

Becky stared at the message, heartbeat kicking up.

Then walked slowly to her wardrobe.

Becky arrived just before nine.

She'd chosen her outfit carefully. Not slutty but she dressed to impress.

A tailored cream blouse, two buttons open. Slim black pencil skirt, tight across the hips. And of course no bra or knickers.

Sean's office door was already ajar.

He didn't look up immediately as she entered. She stepped in, shut the door, and placed the coffee she'd brought onto his desk.

Sean's eyes watched her slow and appreciative.

"Perfect," he said.

Becky stood a little taller.

"There's a board session at ten," he continued, turning to his laptop. "Three votes left to swing. All of them... persuadable. If they get what they want."

Becky blinked. "What do they want?"

Sean didn't answer directly.

"They've heard about you. Alan said you were... memorable."

Becky felt her stomach flip.

Sean leaned back in his chair. "This is the final push. Liam's promotion is done by lunchtime, or it isn't."

He paused. Let that settle.

Sean carried on. "I'll be there. So will Liam."

Becky looked up in shock. "Liam?"

Sean nodded. "He doesn't know the full brief. Only that you'll be attending. I just told him you attending and he was happy ... said you helped settle Alan."

Becky swallowed hard.

Sean stood and crossed to her. His tone dropped, eyes locked on hers.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Becky's voice was quiet. "And if I say no?"

He gave the faintest shrug. "We go to the meeting like professionals. And we take a chance on Liam's future.."

A pause.

Becky didn't respond right away.

Then: "Will Liam know?"

Sean's smirk returned. "He'll be in the room."

Becky stepped into the boardroom just after ten.

A typical boardroom with a long dark boardroom table with chairs neatly laid out. Notebooks laid out on them.

Sean was already there looking at her like nothing was out of the ordinary.

But Becky knew better.

Liam was seated to Sean's right, smart in his navy suit. He was flipping through the agenda nervously. But when he saw Becky, his face changed.

Relief. Reassurance. Maybe even pride.

He smiled.

Becky smiled back, slow and composed. You have no idea, she thought.

She moved to take the empty chair Sean had clearly left for her -- opposite Liam, beside the three board members she hadn't yet met.

And that's when she saw them.

First, an older man with a sharp pinstripe suit. Mid-60s, maybe. Distinguished. Polished. Watching her with faint curiosity.

Second, a lean man in his 50s bald with glasses, less interested in Becky and more absorbed in his papers.

And third... a woman.

That surprised her.

Late 40s, dark red lipstick, sliver bob and nice figure from what Becky could see. She was assessing Becky like Becky was assessing her.

Becky crossed her legs slowly, letting the hem of her skirt pull just slightly upward.

Sean began introductions.

"Thanks for joining," he said smoothly. "Today we're finalising promotions at partner level. We've had strong submissions but one name stands out. Liam."

Liam nodded politely.

Sean gestured to Becky. "And assisting today, we have Becky. My personal assistant. She's been instrumental in recent success. Including securing Mr. Mortimer's backing." Liam looked at her with pride. Becky wondered if he knew what Sean meant.

The red-lipped woman tilted her head slightly, eyes flicking between Becky and Sean.

Becky felt the heat rise in her cheeks but she held her posture. Said nothing.

"As you know," Sean continued, "we're still awaiting three final votes."

He turned toward the board members.

Becky turned too -- and caught the older man watching her again. Not lecherous. But knowing. Like a man who'd seen enough to know where this was heading.

She felt the air tighten around her.

Sean moved toward the door.

"We'll be stepping out briefly. When we return, I'll expect your questions."

Then, to Becky: "Would you join me a moment?"

She rose without a word, a quick glance towards Liam and followed him into the corridor.

As the door clicked shut, Sean turned to her.

"They're ready," he said simply.

Becky swallowed.

"Even her?"

Sean's mouth twitched. "Especially her."

He stepped closer.

"You remember your role?"

Becky nodded, heart racing. "Persuade."

"Exactly," Sean murmured, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "And Liam?"

"If he says stop, I am not going any further. This is for Liam."

Sean looked at her a beat longer. Then opened the door.

Becky walked back in, this was it. The final push. She approached Liam first and leant towards him. Looked deep into his eyes.

He was standing nervously with hands clasped in front of him. Shoulders stiff. That mix of hope and nerves all over his face. His look softened when he saw her.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hey," he murmured, scanning her. "You are so supportive, thank you."

"Thanks." Her voice wavered

She lowered her tone. "There's something I need to say before this starts."

Liam's brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she said quickly. "I just... I need you to know something."

He stepped slightly closer. "Okay..."

Becky held his gaze, voice firm now. "You may not like what you see in there. Or maybe you will. But either way, you can stop it. At any time. Just say the word."

Liam blinked. "Becks, I don't understand..."

She reached out, took his hand. "This is all for you. Because I love you. And because you deserve this."

Silence.

The room felt distant now. It was just the two of them in this conversation.

Liam swallowed. "Okay."

Becky leaned in, lips brushing his cheek. "Just say stop. That's all you have to do."

Then she let go.

Turned.

And walked back toward the board. She looked at them.

Sean, seated at the head of the table. To her left, Roger Late fifties. Stern face, rugged looks. Next to him, Deborah, the only woman in the room, but no softness in her demeanour. To her right, Philip. A larger gentleman, early 60s, He was already smirking.

And Liam. At the far end of the table. Watching. His face unreadable.

Becky paused.

Then, slowly, she let her blazer slip from her shoulders.

It fell silently to the carpet behind her.

Sean didn't speak. He didn't need to. The others were watching her now with a mixture of intrigue and obvious arousal.

Becky looked toward Liam. He didn't say anything.

Didn't stop her. She took a breath. And stepped forward.

Philip was the first to move.

He shifted in his chair, leaned back slightly assessing Becky like she was a piece of meat. Then his hand came out brushing against the back of her thigh as she stood near him.

"You're quite something," he said, with amusement. "No wonder Sean wanted to show you off."

Becky didn't flinch. She glanced at Liam. Still nothing.

His hand rose higher, sliding over the curve of her backside possessively and testing Becky's resolve.

She looked straight at Liam.

Her voice was calm and intimate.

"You know what to say if you want me to stop."

Liam swallowed. His eyes dropped to the hand on her backside then back up to her.

He didn't speak.

Didn't blink.

Becky turned back to Philip. Let her body soften under his touch. His hand was now at her hip, pulling her closer. She let him.

"Ni underwear?" he asked, fingers teasing under the edge of her dress.

"No," she said quietly.

Philip chuckled. "Good girl."

Sean finally spoke, his tone smooth and unhurried.

"Board members, you've all had the reports. The numbers. The projections. This... is the last consideration."

Philip's fingers traced the inside of Becky's thigh now.

"She's very convincing," he murmured.

Becky felt the warmth of her own arousal rising again. She realised it was not from Philip's touch, but from Liam's silence. His acceptance. Whilst looking at Liam, she let Philip part her legs.

Becky took a breath and straightened. She turned from Philip and moved toward Roger.

He was watching her -- arms folded amused and expecting to be entertained.

Becky stepped between his knees. His hands found her thighs at once, sliding up with a slow confidence.

He didn't say much. Just smirked as he reached around her, gripping her ass through the dress. Then, with a firm tug, he pulled the zip halfway down.

"I can see why Sean brought you," Roger murmured, voice like gravel and smoke.

Becky leaned in and kissed him. A deep slow press of lips with her tits leaning on his chest.

His hands were firmer than she expected. One slid up her back. The other pulled the dress lower.

Then Roger kissed the top of her breasts, slow and deliberate.

"Freckles," he said, smiling against her skin. "Perfect. My weakness."

She pulled away, slightly breathless, and turned to Deborah.

She had remained unreadable so far. Arms crossed, one leg over the other, a small smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.

Becky approached, uncertain for the first time.

But Deborah didn't hesitate.

Her hand rose and threaded into Becky's hair and she yanked Becky forward for a kiss.

Becky gasped into it. Deborah's tongue found hers. Then Deborah's other hand cupped one of Becky's breasts, pinching the nipple lightly.

Becky flinched.

Deborah only smirked.

"Don't assume softness," she whispered. "I didn't make it to the top by asking nicely."

Another rough tug of Becky's hair. Another kiss, this one deeper, almost taunting. Becky pulled back, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

And finally turned toward Liam.

He hadn't moved. Still sat in the corner watching the scene unfold.

Their eyes locked.

"This is for you," she said softly. "You can stop it. Just say the word."

He didn't say anything.

She walked back to Philip. The biggest presence in the room. A huge man who would not ordinarily be with a girl like Becky.

He was already leaning back in his chair, cock straining beneath his open trousers.

Becky dropped to her knees between his legs.

Her hands found his belt. Then the zip.

He didn't touch her -- not yet. Just looked down, waiting.

She pulled him out.

Jesus.

His cock wasn't just big. It was ridiculous. Heavy. Girthy. Already half-hard, and still longer than Liam ever got at full tilt. Veins thick beneath the skin. Her fingers didn't quite meet around it.

A man like him -- arrogant, bullish, twice her age -- should never get to fuck a girl like her.

And now... he would. She just stared at his cock.

Philip raised an eyebrow.

Philip tilted his head, amused. "A problem??"

Becky let out a breathy half-laugh. "No, just... surprised."

He leaned back in his chair, arms resting lazily on the arms. "Don't just admire it. Get to work."

Her lips parted. "Where do I even begin?"

Philip's grin was slow, knowing. "Anywhere you like. Just use that pretty mouth."

Her lips closed over the head, warm and swollen. Her tongue traced the underside slowly, then again. Her hands stroked what she couldn't fit. Which was a lot.

Behind her, she heard a chuckle -- Roger, maybe. Or Sean.

"She's good," someone murmured.

Philip's hand found the back of her head. Not pushing -- just resting there. Possessive. Encouraging.

Becky flicked her gaze to Liam.

Still watching.

Still not stopping her.

She pulled off with a wet gasp. Licked the length slowly. Kissed the tip.

"I didn't think you'd be this thick," she whispered.

She opened her mouth again. Took him deeper.

And the room stayed quiet -- except for the sound of Becky, on her knees for a boardroom promotion, making sure Liam got the job.

Philip's cock was already thick and pulsing in her hand, his shirt now half open. Becky glanced at it -- then at Liam. His expression was unreadable.

She looked up at Philip.

"Big enough for you?" he asked smugly.

Becky swallowed. God, he's huge. Not pretty. Not young. But big. Veined and solid. The kind of cock that rarely got near women like her.

She didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Philip ran a hand down her freckled chest, squeezing one of her breasts roughly, then thumbing her nipple. "Beautiful tits. I'd have killed to see these when I was younger."

"You still can," Deborah quipped dryly. "Just try not to have a heart attack."

Becky smirked as Philip leaned down, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth, then the other. His hands kneaded her tits like dough, squeezing, slapping them, enjoying the bounce.

Sean's spoke from behind them. "Make sure Liam's watching."

Philip turned Becky slightly -- half presenting her to her husband. Liam was standing stiffly, face burning.

Becky met his eyes. Please still love me after this. Then she turned back to Philip and guided him between her legs.

"Jesus," Philip muttered, dragging his fingers along her soaked pussy. "You're dripping."

He pushed two fingers inside without warning. Becky gasped, her back arching.

"Fucking tight too," he growled. "Can't wait to split this cunt open."

Liam took a half-step forward, his mouth parting as if to say something.

Becky turned her head just enough. "Say the word," she whispered. "Just say it."

But he didn't.

Philip positioned himself at her entrance. Thick. Bulging. Already slick from her.

"You sure you're ready for this, sweetheart?" he taunted. "You look like you've only ever had the kiddie version."

Becky's voice caught in her throat. "Then give me the adult one."

He laughed, gripped her hips hard, and shoved in.

The stretch was brutal. Deep. She gasped in shock. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in.

"Christ," Philip breathed. "This pussy's been wasted."

He began to thrust with long heavy strokes that filled her pussy, his balls slapping against her with every movement. Becky moaned, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm.

"Bet your little husband never gets you like this," he groaned, loud enough for Liam to hear.

Becky bit her lip. She wanted to say he loves me, but the way Philip was fucking her made words feel like lies. Her body was soaking for him.

"Tell him," Philip hissed. "Tell him who's fucking his wife."

Becky whimpered. "Philip is. You are."

He pinched her nipple hard. "Louder."

"You are!" she cried out. "You're fucking me!"

Philip grinned, slamming harder. "Damn right I am."

Behind them, Deborah stood and came to Becky's side. One hand gripped Becky's jaw. The other pulled her hair sharply back.

"You're a good girl," she whispered. "But don't forget why you're here."

"I'm... here for Liam," Becky gasped, struggling to speak as Philip drove into her again.

"No," Deborah said, pulling her hair tighter. "You're here for us."

Philip finished with a grunt shooting his cum deep inside Becky's pussy. She felt him spluttering as he pulled out and leaving Becky a mess on the table. She wiped herself off. Deborah crouched down, close, her voice low. "You did well. But let's see how you handle a woman in charge." Philip pulled away with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Deborah stood and pulled Becky up by the wrist. "On the table." Becky climbed up, legs open, skin cold against the wood. Deborah stepped in, eyes locked on Becky's.

"You're not just here for the men, are you?" Deborah's fingers slid between Becky's legs into her pussy two going in deep, her thumb rubbing Becky's clit. Her other hand grabbed Becky's hair, making her look at Liam.

"Watch your husband," Deborah said. "Let him see you like this."

Becky's breath came fast. Deborah's fingers moved faster, rough and sure. Becky felt her pussy gushing. She leaned in, biting Becky's nipple, sucking hard, leaving a mark. Becky gasped, her back arching.

Deborah looked over at Liam, her hand still working Becky. "You ever see her like this, Liam? Letting someone else take control?"

Liam shook his head, his voice barely there. "No."

Deborah smirked. "Maybe you should. She's a natural."

Becky's eyes met Liam's, her voice shaky. "Are you okay?" she asked, needing to hear something from him.

Liam swallowed. "I'm here," he said. "I want you to do what you need to do."

Deborah's grip tightened in Becky's hair. "Good answer," she said, then turned her attention back to Becky. "Open your mouth." Becky did, and Deborah kissed her, tongue deep, hand still working between Becky's legs.

Becky moaned into her mouth, body shaking. Deborah pulled back, lips wet. "You're going to cum for me. Right now. Let them all see."

Becky couldn't hold back. She came, hard, Deborah's hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Deborah kept going, drawing it out, then finally pulled her fingers out and held them up all wet. She licked them, eyes on Becky.

"Nice," Deborah said, voice flat but pleased. She wiped her wet fingers across Becky's big, freckled breasts, then up over her cheek, smearing her scent. "You've got great tits, Becky. Shame to waste them under a blouse."

She turned to the others, her tone almost teasing. "Anyone else want a taste?" She offered her fingers to Philip, who grinned and sucked them clean, then to Sean, who just watched, amused.

Sean's eyes flicked to Liam, then back to Becky. He grinned, slow and smug. "You should've seen her the first time I bent her over my desk. She's always been eager to please. Isn't that right, Becky?"

Becky's cheeks burned. She glanced at Liam, searching his face for a reaction. His jaw tightened, but he didn't say a word. She watched him nervous for a second--until she saw the bulge in his trousers, the way his eyes never left her. He was still hard. Still wanting her.

Deborah gave Becky's thigh a last squeeze, then nodded to Roger. "She's all yours."

Roger stood, rolling up his sleeves, eyes locked on Becky's chest. "You know, I've been waiting all morning to get my hands on these," he said, voice rough with anticipation.

Roger didn't waste time. He grabbed Becky by the hair, yanking her upright and pulling her close. His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and demanding. Becky gasped, caught off guard by the force of it.

He spun her around bending her over as his hand came down hard on her ass, the crack heard in the boardroom. Becky jolted feeling a sharp sting across her skin. She'd never been spanked before--not by Liam, not by anyone.

Roger leaned in, voice low and mocking. "First time, huh? Never had a real man teach you a lesson?"

Becky shook her head, breath shaky. "No."

He snorted, loud and cruel. "Figures. If your dad had put you over his knee when you were younger, maybe you wouldn't be here now, showing off for a room full of men."

He brought his hand down again, harder, making Becky gasp. The sting was sharp, but the shame was sharper. She squeezed her eyes shut, but Roger wasn't done.

"Bet you never got spanked at home, did you?" he taunted, voice low in her ear. "Bet your daddy thought you were a good girl."

Becky's voice was shaky, but she managed, "No, he never did."

Roger laughed, giving her another slap, then rubbing the red mark with his palm. "Maybe he should have. Maybe if he'd taught you a lesson, you wouldn't be on your knees now, begging for it."

Becky bit her lip, her face burning. She hated how much her body was reacting, how the humiliation made her ache.

Roger leaned in, not letting up. "You ever think about what he'd say if he saw you now? Bent over, tits out, taking it like a slut?"

Becky shook her head, but the image flashed through her mind, making her shiver.

Roger grinned, sensing her reaction. "That's it. You like being punished, don't you? You like being treated like the bad girl you are."

Roger let go of her hair and moved in front of her, unzipping his trousers. "I'm not putting my cock in your pussy. Half the company's been there already." He grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to look up at him. He slapped her face. Liam looked stunned. Becky aroused. "Open your mouth. Lets see if you are as good with your mouth as you are with your cunt."

Becky hesitated, then obeyed, her cheeks burning. Roger shoved his cock into her mouth, rough and fast, holding her head in place. He used her, thrusting deep, not caring about her comfort, just chasing his own release. She was just a hole at that moment in time.

"Look at your husband," Roger growled, one hand tangled in Becky's hair, the other guiding her head. "Let him see what a good little whore you are."

Becky's eyes flicked to Liam. He was still watching, face pale, but his arousal was obvious. She felt a strange mix of shame and excitement, her body reacting even as her mind spun.

Roger's pace grew frantic, his grip tight. With a grunt, he pulled Becky's head down, holding her in place as he came, spilling into her mouth. He finally let go, stepping back, tucking himself away with a satisfied smirk. As he pulled his cock out, Becky felt an emptiness. Roger smiled as he looked down at her. He spat on her face. That was the final humiliation for Becky. Or was it arousal.

"Now that's what I call a board meeting," he said, wiping his hand on her cheek before sitting back down.

Becky stayed on her knees out of breath with her face smeared with cum and spit, the taste of Roger still on her tongue. She looked at Liam, searching for something--anger, disgust, anything. But all she saw was the same hunger, the same need.

The room was silent, the air heavy with what had just happened. Becky had never felt more alive. More aroused.

As she lay there, Liam approached her and guided her into a small meeting room across the corridor. Becky leaned back against the table. Her hair was a mess, mascara smudged, lipstick smeared. She looked wrecked. Used. Happy

Liam stood in front of her with a soft smiling expression.

"You were... incredible," he said, stepping closer. "I've never seen anything like that."

She blinked, unsure how to read his tone. "You're not... angry?"

He shook his head. "You said I could stop it at any time. And I didn't." He reached out, brushing hair from her face. "Because I knew why you were doing it. For me. For us."

Becky swallowed, eyes glistening. "I love you, Liam."

"I know," he said simply. "And I love you." He looked down at her body, still marked -- a smear of lipstick on her breast, a trail of dried cum along her thigh. "You're shaking."

She let out a soft laugh. "It was... a lot."

Liam pulled out a box of tissues and gently began to clean her. His touch was tender, almost reverent. She closed her eyes.

"You don't have to do this," she murmured.

"Yes, I do." He looked up at her, voice quiet. "Because I saw what you did for me. And I want you to know I would do anything for you."

Her heart ached with love and relief.

"I'll tell you everything tonight," she whispered. "How it started. Every moment. Every touch. If you want."

He nodded. "I do."

He helped her step out of her heels, smoothed her dress back into place. She looked in the mirror and barely recognised herself, she looked a mess but she was proud of herself.

Back in the boardroom, the vote would be taking place.

"You still want the promotion?" she asked softly.

Liam met her gaze. "Only if you're by my side when I get it."

She smiled, rested her forehead against his.

"Always."

When Becky and Liam re-entered the boardroom, it was as though time had reset. The atmosphere was calm. The table was now set with fresh coffees and bottled water.

No one looked at Becky. No one smirked.

"Ah, there you are," said Deborah, her voice businesslike. "Shall we continue?"

Sean gestured toward the far end of the table. "Becky, feel free to observe from the side. Liam -- take a seat."

Liam slid into his chair as Becky remained standing near the back.

Philip cleared his throat. "As discussed, we've reviewed the proposals for restructuring the sales department and I am pleased to announce the board has reached a unanimous decision."

Becky felt Liam stiffen in his seat.

Philip looked directly at him. "We're appointing you, Liam, as Head of Sales with immediate effect."

Liam and Becky looked at each other smiling. They did not have to say anything. Their body language spoke volumes. Pride. Exhaustion. Finally there.

That evening, the house was quiet.

Becky lay curled on her side, facing Liam in the bedroom. She looked more her normal self now after a long shower. She wore some old pyjamas which made her freckles stood out more than usual. Liam lay there in his boxers with one hand resting lightly on her hip.

Neither had spoken much since they got home.

Becky stroked her fingers gently along Liam's chest, then down to his stomach. Not to arouse, just to touch. To feel him. He looked at her with love in his eyes.

She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder.

Another silence.

Then:

"Shall I start from the beginning?"

Her voice was quiet. Barely above a whisper.

Liam didn't flinch. He just nodded once, his hand sliding up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Becky's fingers stilled against his skin. She met his gaze. No masks left. Just raw honesty. And she started at the very beginning......

Two weeks later.

The office was bustling. Phones rang. Liam was recognised across the company as Head of Sales. Becky watched him from across the open-plan space quietly proud.

He looked different now. Straighter shoulders. More confident. Still her kind and thoughtful Liam but something had shifted. Like he was finally standing in the space he was meant to occupy.

Her phone buzzed in her lap.

Sean

Client dinner tonight. Private room. You're invited.

Wear something black.

And be ready to work the room.

She smiled faintly.

Becky glanced across the office. Liam was looking at her now, eyes steady. He nodded -- just once.

She typed her reply.

Becky

I always am.

Then she rose. Walked calmly to the restroom. Closed the door. And opened the bag she'd packed that morning -- heels, lipstick, and the new black dress Liam had helped her choose.

Her reflection looked back at her -- flushed, freckled, composed.

This wasn't about secrets anymore.

It was about power and pleasure and a husband/wife partnership.

I really enjoyed writing this story. Please let me know if it has any mileage for a Part 2.