The new boss at work has no patience for a man like me. He’s an aggressive Alpha Male who insists on dominating every aspect of my life.
My wife has a way with people, she can turn the hardest man into jelly before her. She suggested an introduction, dinner at our house to see if she just might be able to charm my boss.
But the thing is that from the moment they meet it’s clear something else is brewing. It’s clear that this might not be quite the innocent meeting we had all intended.
My wife and my boss have a history. One that is filled with furious passion and need. One that is about to bubble over into something new right here in front of me.
I’m just going to sit there and watch as he takes her.
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June still couldn’t respond to his words, she didn’t speak but she looked at me, her eyes turning on me and staring into me. And she didn’t have to speak, the truth she was saying was so powerful and poignant. She didn’t have to put into words the powerful need that I saw behind her eyes.
I couldn’t say a thing. I couldn’t even move and I saw that last moment of resolve melt from her as she pressed herself into his arms.
They kissed with passion and she threw herself at him, melting and supplicating herself before him. He grew more and more aggressive and eager, his whole body language shifting as he seemed to become so much bigger and broader over her. She seemed so tiny, svelt and petite and blossoming into something delicate and fragile under him.
His hands peeled the clothing from her body, stripping them off of her and baring her skin. Baring it to his touch. To his fingers and his hands and his lips.
He kissed her, kneading at her and making her gasp and tremble under him. Eyes closed and shimmering in front of me, trembling from the pleasure building up in her body.
I’d never seen her so very passive, receiving his touch and his pleasure, letting him take full control of her.
As he bared the last of her, pulling her bra and her panties and discarding them all around the room, stripping her down to her skin and staring at her.
I knew she looked just as good as the day I first met her. I knew that she was gorgeous to me. And I knew that she was gorgeous to him as well, that he was satisfied with the prize he had taken for himself.
He stood without saying a single word and she rose to her feet. She stripped the clothing from his body like she was fulfilling the steps of a ritual just remembered. Taking the clothing from him and pressing her hands into the firmness of his skin.
He was enormous, strong and broad with thickly corded muscle that made him hard and defined. His shoulders were bulging, his biceps hard and tense. His abs were rigid and ridged, each individual muscle visible with a V at the bottom that drew your eyes between his legs.
Fuck he was hard. Hard and throbbing and pulsing. His cock was thick and long, bigger than mine in every way. More manly than mine in every way.