Ray Mills - Orgy wife

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.