In the morning Jim left the house for work before Tracy even woke up. To be reminded of what they had gone through last night was the last thing he wanted. Her disgusting jealousy. His uncontrollable sexual rage. It had all happened with such shocking suddenness.
Of course he couldn't, completely forget about it. His prick was still sore from the tight pinching of his wife's virgin asshole. The image of her beautiful body wriggling under him, impaled on his relentless cock, wouldn't leave his mind. It had been perhaps the supreme orgasm of his life.
He couldn't forget the cause of it either. It was Tracy's unreasonable and never-ending jealousy of his boss, Ann Vincent. Christ, he couldn't deny that Ann was a great-looking woman. But that had nothing to do with anything.
He had, long ago realized that business and pleasure didn't mix. And on top of that, he thought Tracy ought to respect his intelligence more. If he were going to have an affair with Ann, he certainly wouldn't do it when he was on a business trip with her.
Give me a little credit at least, he thought, remembering his wife's childish petulance. He was so preoccupied with his irritating memories that he walked right past his secretary and into his office without saying good morning. But she buzzed him on his intercom.
"Good morning, Mr. Sommers," she said, her voice pouting. "You must've had a very tiring trip if you couldn't even stop to say hello."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Angie," he said. "I really didn't mean to. Got a lot on my mind. How's things?"
He knew his secretary had the hots for him, too. What would Tracy think if she knew about Angie? If anything, she was even more beautiful than Ann Vincent.
Angie's voice suddenly drooped over the intercom. "They were all right until now," she whispered. "Here comes the boss. She called earlier to see if you were here yet. She wants to go over those new contracts."
"Well, good morning. I see you finally made it," Ann Vincent's voice preceded herself into his office.
Jim glanced at his watch, feeling nervous for some reason. Ann walked across to his desk. Her firm confident stride gave a slight bounce to her high full tits. Jim had noticed it in the past, but somehow he was fascinated by it now.
She was really a stunning woman, tall and slender, with rich chestnut hair that fell in a glossy curtain down her back. Weekends in the country had given her skin a rich healthy tan. He knew that she was about thirty, but she only looked twenty-five.
Jim couldn't help staring at the forward sweep of her large tits under her blouse as she leaned forward to hand him the contracts. He felt a tingling sensation in his crotch as he whiffed her expensive perfume.
"You look like you've been up all night," Ann said. "Did you go out on the town with your wife, even after that long trip?"
Jim turned his face evasively. He didn't want to reveal the emotional turmoil he had been going through.
"No," he said. "I'm just still tired from the flight, I guess."
"I know what you mean," Ann said. "As soon as I got home last night I tore off all my clothes and jumped into bed. I went out like a light."
Jim couldn't help seeing in his mind the picture of her tearing off her clothes. She sat on the edge of his desk, exposing her long tanned thigh through the slit in her skirt. Jim caught himself looking at it with undisguised hunger. He wanted to kiss the marvelously sleek tanned skin. He turned his face quickly away.
"Domestic problems?" Ann asked with false brightness.
Jim was startled by what she said. Could she read his mind? He giggled nervously.
"Nothing serious," he said.
But Ann knew he was lying. She squirmed around on his desk as if to make herself more comfortable, flexing her tawny legs. Jim looked at her velvety thighs with desperate lust.
"Is she jealous?" Ann asked.
"How did you know that?"
"Oh, it's not unusual, you know. You've got a woman for a boss… I know that I'm… well, not unattractive. She's bound to get suspicious. Did you work it out?"
Jim nodded, silently, ambiguously.
"Well," Ann changed the subject briskly, "I'll tell you why I wanted to see you. The hotel suite we've rented for next week's convention is ready. I thought we could both go over and check it out, make sure it will suit our clients needs. We can go over these contracts in the cab. You don't have anything scheduled that would interfere, do you?"
"Oh, of course not," Jim said, unable to take his eyes off her legs as she slithered down off his desk.
They had rented the Presidential Suite in the city's most elegant hotel for the use of the company's clients during the three-day convention. The price was exorbitant, but as soon as they saw it they realized that it was worth the money.
"My God, it's fantastic!" Ann said as they stepped inside the suite. "It's beautiful!"
And it was. The furniture and wall hangings were elegant and sumptuous beyond belief. Jim walked around the first room dazed, as if in a royal palace. He had never seen anything like it.
"Come see the bedroom," Ann yelled from the end of a long hallway.
"It's unbelievable," he said.
The room was decorated like the boudoir of an extravagant prince. One whole wall was a mirror. Another wall was a huge fireplace. The bed was bigger than any he had ever seen.
"It's costing us a fortune," Jim said. "But now that I've seen it, I'm tempted to believe it's worth it. It'll pay off in prestige."
"You bet it will," Ann said. "It's worth every penny in terms of our image."
She tested the mattress.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, glancing at Jim. "Nice and firm."
Now they looked into each other's eyes fully for the first time that days. To Jim it seemed that he was seeing her for the first time as a woman, not as his boss. A sexy and exciting woman.
Jim turned his head away, remembering Tracy, feeling embarrassed. He couldn't do anything that would prove her suspicions right. Not after last night. He wandered back into the drawing room, spying a bar in the corner. Ann followed him.
"How about a drink?" he said. "I know it's a little early, but I could use one."
"Fine," Ann said, grinning. "So could I. We might as well relax before we go over these contracts."
He mixed the drinks, watching Ann as she took off her jacket. He was used to the fact that she never wore a bra. She did it, he knew, because it gave her an intangible but definite advantage in negotiations with other businessmen.
In the past he had tried to ignore it. But now as she stood before the mirror combing her hair, he couldn't ignore the swollen flubs of her nipples moving under her blouse. His pulse quickened, and a stirring began in his groin.
"Here you go," he said, carrying Ann her drink.
She took the glass from him. "What shall we drink to? Your marriage?"
Jim looked at her sharply. "Maybe it would be better to toast the firm."
"Oh, of course. How silly of me. The firm!"
They clinked glasses and sipped the Scotch.
They sat down on the sofa. As they drank they did not talk. Instead they gazed more and more body into each other's eyes. Ann reached out one finger and began to trace Jim's hairline.
"You've got beautiful hair," she whispered. "Thank you," Jim replied nervously. "So do you."
"Jim," she said, gazing at him steadily. "I think I know what's going on. I think Tracy isn't giving you what you need right now, isn't that it? This world, our world, is something she doesn't understand like we do. Isn't that right?"
Jim nodded, mesmerized. His cock was already swelling, elongating, pulsing.
"She doesn't have to know about this," Ann continued. "Unless you want her to know. This is between us."
She moved closer and whispered into his ear.
"I can give you what you need. And I can give it to you the way you want it. All you have to do is ask."
Jim looked hard at her. Her deep brown eyes swirled with sensual heat and the promise of wild excitement. He reached out for her. They embraced quickly, kissing hungrily.
Ann's mouth was like a leech on his. "Oh, Jim!" she gasped.
Everything that had been pent up for so long between them, ignored and put aside, was now let loose. Jim kissed her neck, her face, running his fingers through her rich chestnut hair. Ann slithered her long tongue into his mouth, exploring the soft wet flesh urgently.
Her hand quickly moved down into his crotch. She squeezed his thick throbbing cock.
"God, it's so big!" she murmured into his ear hotly. "Why didn't you ever let me know you had such a big one!"
He moaned as she grabbed the soft sac of his balls through his pants. He quickly found the buttons of her blouse and undid them. Then he slipped his hand inside and filled it with the warm resilient flesh of her tits.
His fingers brushed her large swollen nip pies, feeling them grow tense and erect. He felt arrows of hot lust shoot through him as Ann nibbled his ear. The sensation made his cock stand up and throb wildly.
"Like that?" she whispered.
Jim groaned with pleasure. She began kissing his neck, then sucking it, giving him a sharp hickey. It made him shudder with lust. No woman had ever been so wild and passionate with him before.
"Do you warn me?" she whispered.
"Oh baby…" he moaned.
They began tearing at each other's clothes. Jim got her blouse off and lifted one large breast toward his mouth. He flicked the swollen brownish nipple with his tongue, making her gasp with delight.
"Suck me honey, suck me," she whimpered. "I love it!"
He sucked her nipple into his mouth greedily. Ann threw back her head and sighed, pushing her quivering breasts into his face.
"The other one, too!" she gasped. "Suck both of them!"
She lay on her back while he scooped her firm tits up in both hands. He mauled the tall erect nipples with his mouth, sucking and nipping them until she was writhing with uncontrollable pleasure under him. She mewled with delight, tossing her head wildly on the sofa.
"Ohhhnnnn, suck me, suck me!" she moaned. "God, it feels good!"
But even though she was wild with passion, she tore at his belt buckle and his fly while he sucked her. She slid his pants down his thighs and got her hands under his shorts, grasping the thick twitching meat of his stiff cock.
Jim gasped as he felt her nimble fingers caressing his prick. She cupped his balls, with one hand and kneaded the swollen head of his cock with the other.
"Jesus, it's so big," she panted. "I want to feel it in me. I want to feel your huge cock in me, Jim!"
She cried out with hot pleasure as he got his fingers under her panties and into the greasy furrow of her cunt. He massaged her clit almost roughly, feeling somewhat triumphant now that his boss was wriggling in passion under him, begging for his cock.
"You like that?" he asked through his teeth.
He grasped her wet pussy fiercely, thrusting two fingers deep into her tight slit. He fingerfucked her rapidly, sucking her distended nipples passionately at the same time.
"Yes, oh God yessss!" she hissed, writhing helplessly.
Somehow he felt with Ann that he could unleash the wildest furies of his lust and that she would take it and want more. She was not like Tracy, with whom he always had to hold back something, afraid he would offend her by the monstrous depth of his desire.
"Fuck me," Ann panted, half-moaning with delirious need. "Fuck me, put your huge prick in me, please!"
"Come in to the bed," Jim said.
"No, do it right here! I can't wait!" she demanded.
Quickly he slipped out of his pants. Ann skimmed her panties down her legs and off her ankles. She stretched up her arms to him. She lay back on the sofa, spreading her thighs, the whole wet flaming seam of her crotch vulnerable to him.
Jim crouched over her, looking deep into her eyes, which were murky with desire. He lodged the head of his bobbing cock in her warm cuntlips and plunged the fat shaft deep into her.
"Aaaowwwnnnggg!" she groaned with pain and pleasure. "Oh God, it feels so good! It's so big!"
He did not lose his control. He fucked her with slow patience, sliding his thick cock in and out of her clasping pussy. He kissed her mouth as he fucked her, then lowered his mouth again to her tits. He sucked her nipples again until she was cawing helplessly with mindless pleasure.
"Mmmmmm! Aaghhhh! Ohhhnnnn!" she moaned, writhing and pumping under him.
She undulated her hips, thrusting her wet clinging pussy back up onto the patient thrusts of his cock. She scissored him with her long legs, bucking more urgently as time passed.
"God, I've wanted to fuck you for so long!" Jim gasped, surprising himself by the admission, feeling instantly embarrassed and slowing down his rhythm.
"Oh, don't stop! Don't stop!" Ann begged him. "I've wanted you to fuck me, too! God, you do it so good! Do it harder, please! Fuck me harder, honey!"
Her wanton words and fiery eyes intensified his lust. So that's how she wanted it! Not a gentle and interminable fuck like Tracy usually needed in order to come. Ann wanted a true fucking.
Now he really began to ram her without mercy. He bounced her quivering ass off the bed as his cock speared her blossoming pussy repeatedly.
"Squeeze my ass! Squeeze my ass!" Ann chanted wildly to him. "And fuck me harder, harder!"
He did as he was told. In the back of his mind a small misgiving began to grow. Was he being used! Wasn't she telling him how to fuck her, the same way she would tell him how to handle a certain client?
But the pleasure of the act was so stupendous that he couldn't be bothered with doubts. This wild, beautiful sex-crazed woman was thrashing about under him, begging for more. He squeezed her firm round asscheeks savagely in his hands, at the same time plowing her trench viciously with his fierce hammering cock.
"Yes… ohhhh yesssss!" she sighed, grunting softly with each piercing thrust. "Ungh! Ungh! Unh!"
Jim knew they were both about to come. He knew neither of them could stand this incredible intensity without bursting. His own cock felt ready to explode in torrents of jism. And he could tell from Ann's delirious moaning and the tense spasms of her writhing body that she was close to a climax.
Suddenly a bright idea dawned in his head. He would show her who was boss of this moment. Not you, baby! he said to himself, gritting his teeth.
Abruptly, without missing a stroke, he grabbed both of her legs behind the knees. He flung them forward and up, pinning her knees back into her tits. Her ankles kicked high in the air above his ears.
Ann looked at him as if stunned, first with terror, then with hot excitement. Her eyes glanced down at the monstrous thick shaft of his cock protruding from her gored pussy. Now he could penetrate her more deeply than ever. And she yowled with fresh pleasure as he began to fuck her savagely.
"Aaoowwnngggg! Oh! Oh God! Aaoowwnnngggg! Ungh!" she moaned and grunted as he rode her ass up off the sofa, drilling her soupy quim with sharp jabs.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm going to come!" she panted.
Her body was bent nearly double beneath him. He felt her warm flesh shuddering uncontrollably, her tense body flexing as her orgasm began. He put his hands on her tits and twisted her nipples, pinching them sharply just as he buried his thick cock in her juicing cunt as far as it would go. Then he held it there and shook their groins together vigorously.
"Oowwnnnggghhh!" Ann cried out as the bombshell hit her. "Aaannnggghhhiiieeee! Unnnneeeeee! Oh, God! Unnneeee!"
At nearly the same moment the cum tore itself out of Jim's raging cock in wild spurts. He released her legs and grabbed her upper body, crushing her tits against his chest as he pumped jets of hot jism into her, fucking and thrusting wildly, groaning with unbearable pleasure.
The joy of fucking Ann Vincent was so great that he didn't want to stop. He drove his huge cock brutally into her, using her as he would never use his wife. His eyes were glazed with madness as he emptied his spurting cock completely into her receptive pussy.
And Ann received his savage strokes eagerly. She closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders.
"Oh, baby, yesssss! Ohhhhh, baby, yesssss!" she sighed, taking every bit of savage fucking he wished to give her.
Jim's lust gradually diminished. He lay back next to her on the sofa, withdrawing his cock from her clinging pussylips, exhausted and satisfied. Ann looked at him through her half lowered eyelids.
"I didn't know what I'd been missing," she purred, patting his half-slackened prick.
"Neither did I," Jim said, giving one of her large firm tits an affectionate squeeze. "Maybe we should've done this sooner."
Ann smiled lazily. He could see that she had no plans to call an end to what had just begun. "Well," she said, winking conspiratorially, "better late than never, eh?"