Authors: E.M. Flemming
I waited there for what seemed like forever. I wasn’t quite
sure how the conversation was going to end up, or where it was going to go from
there. I do know one thing – I was still hooked. As much as I wanted to
feel like I was in the driver seat, for one of the first times in my life, I
didn’t feel like I had total control. I was actually not in control of a
situation. I hate when that happens to me. I hate not being in control of my
own emotions or actions. I don’t know if it’s the summer heat wave, but something
certainly had me thinking some crazy thoughts.
I mean, where did I really think I was going with this? Did
I actually think that I could steal away my best friend’s husband? Did I
actually think that I could carry on like this with him, right under her nose?
I grabbed my phone again and looked at it. It was hard
scrolling through the messages from Amy, Robert Dorning’s wife – my
so-called best friend – but I looked again anyways. I hadn’t responded to
her since the “day of the crime.” After sleeping with him, I found it hard to
just continue on like that with her. But, if I didn’t respond, she was going to
figure something out, if she hadn’t done so yet. Since I never really go too
many days without responding to her, I decided to just drop a quick message,
just to check in.
“Hey,” I said in the text, “sorry I haven’t gotten back to
you. Things have been crazy for me. Are you okay?” That’s all I could muster up
sending. I felt like it was obscure enough to be the truth, but not specific
enough to be caught in any lies. But for once, I was actually starting to feel
a little bit guilty. I mean, here I was, sitting outside her husband’s office,
waiting to see him, after having slept with him two days before, and messaging
her like nothing happened. What’s wrong with me? Sometimes I ask myself that
question, and wonder which one is the real me? Do I actually care, or is that
just some cover up to make myself feel better for not caring?
“Hey. God, I really need to talk to you.” The text came back
pretty quickly from Amy. I certainly wasn’t expecting that. I was at odds with
what to send so I needed to stall her more until I could find out what was
going on with Robert.
“Okay,” I said back in the text. “Call me later tonight.”
But after I sent the message, I felt a weird feeling inside – like I was
doing something really wrong, and even though part of me was screaming to get
up and walk out of that office right then, I didn’t. I stayed.
As I sat there waiting for Robert
Dorning, I reveled in thought. I stewed in my own mind, and conjured up a mixed
bag of emotions. I was certainly torn – my mind was telling me to do one
thing, while my libido was screaming for me to do another. I’m sure you can
guess which was one was doing which there.
I sat and waited for what seemed like forever. Seriously,
was I visiting the President of the United States or something? I mean, Robert
Dorning wasn’t royalty or anything, so the fact that he kept me waiting as long
as he did really unnerved me.
“Mr. Dorning will see you now,” she said.
Finally! I smiled back the fakest smile I could muster up.
“Thanks,” I said, as I allowed her to lead me into the office.
And, wow, what an office. I felt like I was perched on top
of the world. So I thought the view from the Presidential Suite was nice. This
took the cake.
“Hi,” he said, as I walked through the door. “Can you close
the door behind you?”
The office was enormous. It took up an entire corner of the
building. “This is bigger than my apartment,” I said. And it was. You could see
for miles out.
“Glad you like it,” he smiled. “Care for a drink?”
“No,” I said, “Your second secretary offered me one.” I said
it with a bit of disdain. I mean, who in the world needs two secretaries?
He smiled.
“No, seriously, why do you need two secretaries?” I asked.
“I have five, actually.”
“You have five secretaries? I mean, really?” I was half
pulling his tail, and half being serious.
“Yes, five. It takes a lot to run my life.” He crossed his
legs as he took a long sip from what looked like scotch in his glass.
I laughed an insincere laugh.
“So,” he said.
“So,” I said. Well this was awkward.
“I guess I wanted to talk to you.”
“Yes, “ I replied, “you did ask me here. What’s on your
mind?” I knew what was on his mind, of course. I was just being coy cause
that’s the kind of mood I was in. Maybe I was feeling a bit annoyed that I was
“that girl,” again. I’m not sure why I involved myself in these weird twisted
love triangles.
“Well, it’s Amy. I’m thinking of leaving her.”
“What!” I said. “You’re thinking of doing what?” That was
not what I was expecting.
“Look, we haven’t been getting along at all lately, and now
this happened,” referring to us of course, “so I’m not quite sure what to do
now.”
This certainly threw a monkey wrench into where I thought
this was going to head today. He wants to leave her? Is he serious? I won’t let
myself be dragged into some messy divorce that’s going to be splattered all
over the papers and financial magazines. “Why now?” I asked.
“Why not? We’ve been unhappy for so long, and she’s probably
seeing other people behind my back. I’m tired of going along with this charade.
It’s really starting to wear on me.”
“Well, I won’t be a part of this. I hope you know that.”
“I’m not asking you to be part of the divorce. I’m not going
to even tell her that anything is going on between the two of us.”
Phew! That’s a relief. “Okay,” I said in response. That was
a good sign at least.
“I just wanted to talk to you and see if you could help me
get some dirt on her. My attorneys say that I’ll need something in the way of
evidence to support claims that she’s been unfaithful to me.”
“Wait. Don’t you guys have a pre-nup or something?”
“Yes, of course we do. But, the five year clause has been
fulfilled, and if I can find some dirt on her, then she’ll get a lot less than
she would if I can’t.”
Well this is brazen of him. Not only does he sleep with his
wife’s best friend – as in me – but he also wants that same friend
to get dirt on who his wife is sleeping with. “Wow, I’m not sure I can do that
for you.”
“Look, I really need your help with this. I promise you that
I can make it worth your while.”
“No amount of money is going to make me want to do that. I
live a very comfortable life. Sure, I may not be a billionaire like yourself,
but I certainly am not scrounging for dollars.”
“I know that already. That wasn’t what I was implying.”
“Good,” I said, “Can’t you hire a private investigator for
things like this? Why do you need my help?”
“I already tried a P.I., and that didn’t help. She’s either
too smart, or she’s squeaky clean, and I really doubt that she’s squeaky clean.
I can sense that something’s been going on. Hasn’t she confided in you?”
“No, she hasn’t confided in me. She only likes to talk about
how perfect her life is. She’s never one to point out any flaws or failures.
She’s very wary of telling anyone that anything is wrong.”
“Have you even bothered ever asking her about us?” he asked.
“Well. Not really,” I replied.
“I think that you have the wrong impression of my wife. It
almost sounds like you and I are referring to two different people.”
After he said that, he moved from the sleek black couch he
was sitting on, to where I was sitting on a matching couch that sat
perpendicular and adjacent to his. I felt him near me again. I felt the heat
from his skin.
Robert Dorning.
God he was sitting right there next to me. “Umm,” I said. I
was at a loss for words. His sudden movement to the position next to me got my
mind reeling. What was I thinking? What was I doing? Did I have the nerve to
really go behind my friend’s back again? Did I really have the nerve to go
through with this?
“I can see that you’re hesitant about this, and I can
understand, considering that the two of you have known each other for such a
long time, but I really need your help with this.”
“I really don’t think I can go through with this. I mean,
you and I, that’s one thing, but purposefully going in to spy and gather
information, well, that’s a whole other thing.” I was trying my best to justify
things. That’s just what I do; that’s what we all do.
“What can I do to change your mind?” he smirked.
“Well…” I knew a few things that he could do right there. “I
still don’t know.”
“Let me see if I can change your mind about that,” he said.
He leaned in for a passionate kiss and our tongues locked.
My heart was beating a mile-a-minute; I could hear it pulsating in my ears as
his tongue explored the inside of my mouth and the curves of my tongue. I felt
him near me again. I was getting addicted. He looked stunning sitting there as
he grabbed the back of my neck and drew me even closer, sending his tongue even
further down my throat. I had to catch my breath.
“Wait,” I said. “We’re in your office. Won’t they…”
“They won’t come in, and they won’t hear. The office is
sound proof, and they never enter without my express permission,” he said.
It sounded to me like he had done this before. I gave him that
look before he grabbed the back of my neck and brought me in again for another
kiss. I could feel my legs quivering there on that couch. I was imagining him
entering me in that office. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. I couldn’t
help myself.
He ran his hand down between my legs and began caressing the
flesh softly at first, as he worked his tongue into my mouth. He knew exactly
what he was doing. He took his time with it, rubbing in and around, hiking my
skirt up so that he could get better access. I was dripping wet as his fingers
glided all over, finally finding their way inside. Those fingers felt so good
as they entered me, gliding in and out. Two fingers at first, then three as he
moved them in and out quicker and quicker.
Robert Dorning.
I couldn’t believe it was happening again, but I didn’t have
time to second guess myself because he was going at me faster now with his
fingers. I reached my hand down his sexy muscular chest and found my way down
to his pants, and I could feel him completely erect. I rubbed the outside of
it, as it swelled bigger and bigger. I could feel it just wanting to break
free, and enter my mouth. But instead, in one quick motion he lifted up my legs
and dove in between them, tearing my panties aside.
Heaven.
My head tilted back as he began licking me all over, placing
the flesh between my legs in his mouth and sucking on it, then lightly gliding
his tongue over it. I was creaming. He moved his tongue in and around, up and
down, then in and out. I had to hold onto the edge of the couch and bite my
tongue just to not scream in ecstasy. He kept going up and down with his
tongue, moving wildly, gliding around, and sliding in and out of me. I couldn’t
hold it anymore. I was going to climax.
My entire body shuddered.
I had to hold on tighter, this time grabbing his head by the
hair, and pushing his tongue down further inside of me.
I pushed him while my legs stayed open
there on the couch, suspended in mid-air, while I pulled and prodded the
perfectly groomed blonde locks of his hair.
My body shuddered again.
I didn’t think I could stand the ecstasy. I was having
trouble not making egregious noises and alerting the office staff as to the
scandalous nature of what was occurring. And, it really was scandalous. But it
was so incredibly good.
After I finished off my second climax, he stood and
positioned himself in front of me. That was my signal. I went to work
unbuckling the belt of his pants, slid the pantsuit down towards his ankles,
and was nearly smacked in the face with his massive erection. I grabbed it and
began stroking it back and forth, as the small veins on the side became engorged
and swelled to enormous proportions. I stroked it really hard, back and forth,
and he cocked his head back in pleasure. He was certainly enjoying it. My hands
were enjoying the underside of his balls as I stroked him harder and harder,
all the while I was dripping wet all over the couch.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He inserted himself in my
mouth, and grabbed the back of my head and shoved my mouth down hard onto him.
I gagged for a moment, taking him all the way into the back of my mouth. I had
to loosen up my throat to handle his manhood. Once I got in a rhythm, it was
smooth sailing. I sent him in and out of my mouth, sliding and gliding his
massive erection down my throat. I could feel it swell even further inside my
mouth, as I grabbed the side of it and pulled it harder and harder in.
He cocked his head back again in ecstasy. I could feel him
swelling bigger and bigger, as he glided faster and faster down my mouth. It
felt so good as my tongue wrapped and glided around it, and all I could do was
picture him entering me. I think he sensed that, and pushed me down onto the
couch and flipped me over, mounting me in one swift motion. As he entered me, I
closed my eyes, grabbed the edge of the couch, and bit down on the leather
armrest for fear of screaming at the top of my lungs. He entered me quickly,
and thrust himself viciously inside of me. The feeling was incredible.
My mind was spinning and reeling as he thrust in and out, faster,
and faster, pounding me from behind as I lay on the couch taking all of him
inside of me. I didn’t think that it could feel as good as it did, but it was
even more incredible than the last time. It was so dangerous and dirty, doing
it there in his office of all places, right under the nose of his entire staff.
He kept pounding away at me, and I could hear him grunting under his breath as
he reached down under me and grabbed my nipples and stroked them as he rammed
in and out.