Bella felt eyes on her swaying hips as she walked through the plush corridors of her husband’s office. As she passed the glass fronted offices on either side, she noticed the men pause mid-sentence to take her in, to wonder what her skin felt like under their hands. The women cast envious looks over her figure, her long hair rippling behind her, her tight shirt barely buttoned over her cleavage. She smiled to herself, moved her hair off her neck and pulled her shoulders back.
The building was sleek, expensive and busy, but Bella moved through it with purpose. There was something important about being the CEO’s wife. Something sexy. She paused in the mirror outside his top story office. She’d put red lipstick on for this visit, painted her eyelashes with a voluminous black mascara. Her wide hips were encased in a dark pencil skirt, her shirt tucked in to accentuate her small waist, her large breasts. She sprayed a darkly exotic musk on her wrists and the nape of her neck, which glistened with the sweet perfume. She took a deep breath, excitement coursing through her. She had waited all week for this. To impress, to seduce.
“Those fingers pulling a lace thong up long legs, those fingers adjusting a black bra, those fingers running up her own thighs.”
She pushed the large mahogany doors open and let herself into the large reception, with its sleek oak walls and plush sofas. And there she was. Behind the desk, her blonde her in a high bun atop her head and her dress cut far too low for an office environment. Saskia. Bella felt herself become nervous as she looked at her, busily answering calls, her fingers flashing on the keyboard, her lips wet with moisture and her cleavage barely suppressed. An image flashed across her mind – those fingers pulling a lace thong up long legs, those fingers adjusting a black bra, those fingers running up her own thighs – she shook her head.
Saskia dropped something on the floor and stood up to retrieve it. The dress was navy, thin straps and a deep neck line. Offensively short. Was it for him or for her? She had scheduled the meeting, Saskia knew she was coming in. She bent over and her dress rode up her honey coloured thighs. Bella instinctively wanted to see the slope of her pussy, the colour of her underwear. Saskia looked up at the creek of the floorboards beneath Bella’s heels.
“Bella! Sorry I didn’t see you there. Caleb is still in his meeting I’m afraid. But thank goodness, it means we can catch up!”
She came around the desk and bestowed two kisses on each of Bella’s cheeks. Her face burned where her lips brushed her skin.
“You look to die for. Special occasion?” she continued, a smirk on her lovely mouth. Her lips were the shape of a heart, plump and deep red, like the richly luxurious carpets. As she leant in, Bella caught a trace of rosemary perfume.
“Just thought I’d pop in to say hello, was in the area – you know that. I called.” Was she nervous?
“In the area huh? ” Saskia said with a wink. She handed Bella an expresso and knocked hers back like a tequila shot. Bella felt hot, imagining Saskia across the table from her husband, running her fingers round the rim of a wine glass, tipping it into her open mouth, exposing her neck, her collarbones. She imagined how Caleb’s eyes would linger on her chest, how he might lean forward, wipe a drop of dark red Merlot from her lips, slip those thin straps off her narrow shoulders….
Saskia babbled about work gossip and some merger, while Bella nodded along and tried to keep her thoughts on the conversation. Privately she was thinking about how her husband came home and, without saying a word would pull her against him on the kitchen counter, his hand at the crook of her knee, his shirt sleeves rolled up and tie clutched in her fist. What would that look like if it were Saskia’s legs? If it were her navy dress he ripped down the middle, licking from her hips to her collarbone. Was she turned on by the thoughts of this gorgeous woman with her youth and her long legs, seducing her own husband?
The door opened and Caleb came out, shaking hands with the other businessmen as they filed out. Then he leaned on the doorframe and surveyed his assistant and his wife.
“How unexpected.” He said eventually. He’s eyes were dark and his glare burned a hole through the silence.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Saskia whispered, returning to her desk, undoing her hair so that it fell luxuriously over her slim shoulders. She leant forward to type something, and Bella noticed the edge of a nipple piercing. She got up, smoothed her shirt and followed her husband through the door.
“I was in the area and I – “ She began, but he interrupted her.
“I heard Saskia on the phone. You called ahead. What exactly were you doing, in the area?”
He was advancing towards her, shrugging his jacket off. She backed away, trying to make it look sexy. Her back hit the desk.
“I had a meeting… with Kate… product placement… you know…” She tailed off as his ran a hand down her arm and to her waist.
“Oh a meeting. I see….So you aren’t here because Saskia is working today…”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Bella half stammered, as Caleb’s hand ran down to her skirt and slipped under the hem.
“Oh you don’t? You think I don’t notice the way you look at her? The way you are always a little too wet when she’s working and you just happen to be in the area for a lunchtime fuck? The way you always glance at the door, hoping she’ll come in?” His hand slipped around her thigh, her skirt riding up. “Hoping she’ll catch you bent over the desk..” He pressed his lips to her neck, put a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to his. “I think you want to fuck her.”
“I’m just… jealous… she’s so hot and…”
“Ohh you’re jealous. So you don’t want me to invite her in…” his mouth was at her ear, his hot breath making goosebumps erupt up her skin. “You don’t want to feel what her tits are like.. how she might lick your clit… what I look like with her…”
