Chapter Three
Bruce worked as fast as he could, hoping to get everything finished so he could get home as quickly as possible. His mind however, kept wandering to this afternoon, seeing Melissa naked and spread across his desk. She was so beautiful, so full of passion, his cock throbbed, begging for him to relieve himself. Bruce gently stroked himself through his trousers but stopped after a few seconds. He didn’t want release from his own hand. Bruce wanted the warm, tempting body of his wife.
At five o’clock he decided to give up. Work could wait until after the weekend. He would spend it all with his wife, exploring their new found heat with each other. Chris walked in just as he was finishing gathering his things.
“You leaving already?” Chris asked, amazed.
“I want to be with Melissa.” Correction mate, you need to fuck Melissa, she’s
driving you crazy with need and she isn’t even here.
“I heard her earlier.”
Bruce saw the amusement in his friend’s eyes.
“Don’t, Chris. She’s finally letting go and I don’t need you to mess this up.”
Chris held up his hands. “Just saying I heard her earlier and to let you know that no one else did, accept my assistant, but she had her mouth full if you know what I mean?”
Bruce did know. Chris and his secretary, Natasha, had been screwing each other for some time now. He felt relieved though to know no one had been there, for as much as the thought turned him on, he knew the looks would make Melissa uncomfortable and might make her retreat back into her own shell.
“Your stuff's been delivered,” Chris told him, holding up a sealed bag.
“Thanks,” he said, reaching out for it.
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The moment Bruce walked through the door, tantalizing aromas from Melissa’s cooking filled his senses. He found her waiting for him in the kitchen, her hair loose, no makeup, wearing his favorite cream dress. When he went to her, kissing her passionately on the lips and trailing down to her collarbone as she shivered with pleasure. He breathed in the scent of her, his woman.
“Bruce,” she moaned as his lips went further down to the top of her breast.
“I want you, Melissa,” he groaned, pulling away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing, I want to eat whatever smells so good first.” He kissed her on the lips, taking hold of her hand and walking to the kitchen.
“What did you do today?” he asked in between mouthfuls of food.
“The usual, went shopping for the weekend, cleaned the house and delivered your clothes to the dry cleaners. How was your day?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He reached over the table, taking her hand. “Thank you for today, Melissa. You make me so happy.”
She blushed. “You’re welcome.” His fingers stroked her hand.
“This sauce is delicious,” he complimented, taking another scoopful of the aromatic tomato sauce.
“I got the recipe out of a cookbook.”
The food was delicious as always and he kept the conversation light until she placed his desert in front of him.
“What are your fantasies?” he asked, seeing her stiffen across from him.
“What do you mean?”
“Sexual fantasies. What turns you on? What do you like sexually?”
“I don’t know. What do you fantasize about?”
Bruce sat watching her for a few seconds wondering what his next move should be. Should he tell her and allow her to feel comfortable with him, or should he force her to accept it.
“All right, I’ll tell you one and then you tell me one of yours.” This would be the best way Bruce thought, especially when Melissa nodded, intrigued.
“Well, one of mine was fulfilled this afternoon, with you naked across my desk, allowing me to suck on your sweet pussy and fucking you senseless. That’s been a fantasy of mine for some time. I want to fuck and make love to you everywhere, Melissa. I want to drive you insane with pleasure so all you can think about is me.” He warmed her up with his suggestions. He wanted her to know everything. “I want to fuck you while someone is watching. Would you like that babe, to have someone watch? Would you like me to watch?”
Melissa gasped in shock. Bruce could see her body responding, her nipples were hard pressing against the fabric of her dress, her lips slightly open, moist and ready, her look wild. He bet if he was to put his hand between her legs, he’d feel nothing but slick, wet heat. “Someone watching?” Her whisper was breathy as she looked at him.
“Would you like that? To have someone watch as we pleasured each other, to know
that if you wanted, he could join in?” Bruce asked.
“That’s not right,” she said, turning her head away.
“It is right, Melissa. If it’s what we want, it’s always right.”
Bruce’s words penetrated her whole body. Anything they wanted, anything she wanted, they could have. She moved from the table to straddle him, rubbing her pussy through the fabric of their clothes against his hard dick and he could feel her body humming with desire. She wanted it. She was trying not to let it show but Bruce knew. She wanted it. She was fighting with herself.
“I want to watch other people.” She stopped. Heat gathering in her cheeks, Bruce saw the fear and embarrassment in her eyes.
“You want to watch other people what? Say the word’s, sweetheart, feel them. No more hiding,” he soothed, his arm stroking her back, caressing the tight muscles there until the tension slowly began to ease from her.
“I want to watch other people.... fuck.” The last word left on a sigh. Such a naughty word.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck. You want to watch other people fuck.” The words were intoxicating.
“Yes, Bruce I do. I want to watch and I want you to fuck me,” she moaned into his kiss, hot and bruising and everything she wanted.
“Consider it done.”