My Boss' Wife

Briana has known about her husband’s affair with his assistant for weeks. She has read the messages, she has seen the photos. Twenty-five years have taught her one useful thing: her husband will not lie to her face. So when the latest picture arrives, Athena’s heavy, natural breasts spilling out of an open blouse, Briana sends the reply herself. She tells the girl to be at the house by seven, naked, hands bound behind her back, waiting on the bed. Athena answers at once. The blinds are drawn when Briana walks in. Athena is exactly as instructed: blonde hair loose, wrists tied, knees spread on the sheets. Her full tits rise and fall with every breath. She expects a man’s footsteps; instead the door closes softly behind a woman’s heels. Briana stops at the foot of the bed. She studies the young body offered to her—smooth skin, flushed nipples, the wet gleam already showing between Athena’s thighs. No words pass between them. Briana climbs onto the mattress, cups one heavy breast, and lowers her mouth to the stiff peak. Athena gasps, arches, and the ropes creak. Briana works slowly, savoring each inch of flesh that was never meant for her. She drags her tongue across Athena’s stomach, parts her legs farther, and tastes the assistant’s slick cunt with deliberate, unhurried strokes. Athena twists against the ties, thighs trembling. Briana presses two fingers inside, curls them, and keeps licking until the girl comes hard enough to shake the headboard. When Athena’s breathing steadies, Briana unties her wrists, rolls onto her back, and guides the younger woman’s mouth to her own breasts. Athena sucks greedily, learning the weight and taste of another woman for the first time. Briana holds her there, stroking blonde hair, while the afternoon light slides across their bodies and the house stays perfectly quiet.