At last a break

Morgan had been stretched out across the couch and lounging in the living room for a little over an hour. A smile curled her lips as she read the reply. The clicking and clacking of the side door alerted her to Nelson's arrival. It was his first time home in three weeks since he started his new position, but he was still excited to have been promoted. Turns out those details his boss, Mr. Frazier, had been referring to included a fifty percent pay increase.

"Hey babe!" Morgan called out from the couch.

"You know, despite the hours, I'm actually enjoying this new position." Nelson returned. "Where are we eating?" He asked immediately after. "I'm kind of famished." Adding as he tossed his keys on the counter beside his briefcase before joining his wife in the living room.

"Well, unfortunately, it's my turn to work late." Morgan pouted as she sat up, tucking her phone into her pocket. "I have to go cover some art, gala in the city." She huffed as she stood. "Tomorrow maybe?"

"Aw man, really? That sucks. Shit." Nelson bemoaned.

"I know." Morgan touched his arm. "I'll probably be home late too." She shrugged. "I'll keep you updated though."

"Okay." Nelson pulled her close and gave her a lingering kiss. "Want me to order anything for you?" He asked.

"Nah, I'm sure I'll find something there." Morgan smiled.

Morgan returned Nelson's kiss sweetly before retrieving her camera bag from the coffee table. She pulled out her phone as she entered the kitchen to read a second message that made her giggle.

"What's that honey?" Nelson called from the other room.

"Nothing, love. See you later!" Morgan called back before dipping out through the side door.

"L-..." Nelson began but the closing door interrupted. "...ove you..." Nelson sighed and wandered into the kitchen to rummage through the menus tacked to the fridge. "Guess it's just you and me Luigi." He said to the pizza menu.

"You have an incredibly nice house, Mr. Frazier." Morgan marveled as she bound up the stairs outside of the mansion that her husband's boss lived in.
"Obscene wealth has it's advantages." He smiled.

Morgan nodded wordlessly, admitting to herself that at least in part it was his power and wealth that had drawn her attraction. It thrilled her as she followed a couple steps behind in a show of obedience she was hoping she could elaborate on more thoroughly with him later. Glen took her on a complete tour happy to show off his collection of expensive art, wines, an extensive library he did absolutely no reading in, but it was the bedroom where his demeanor changed.

"I think I'm owed a little something, what do you think?" Glen asked as he took a seat on a nearby lounge chair, unzipping his pants and leaving them in a heap at his feet.

Morgan smiled thankful for the opportunity she had only been praying for moments earlier as she slipped out of her shirt, following Glen to the chair. Reaching behind herself Morgan freed her bra and flung it into the fireplace before lowering her face into his naked crotch.

Moaning as she took her master's cock into her mouth, his length quickly becoming a familiarity to those warm confines only her husband should know. Glen gazed hungrily into Morgan's eyes as her lips sucked him into her throat.

"Mm... ...if any of my ex-wives could suck like you I'd still be married." Glen laughed as Morgan noisily slurped and gurgled on his throbbing grey length, his hand taking proprietary hold of her head to remind her he was in charge, though all he did was set the pace.

For her part, Morgan burbled happily as his cock slid in and out of her throat causing her saliva to pool on his wrinkly grey covered sack. Up and down. Morgan's eyes were closed now as she busied herself with fucking her mouth on Glen's venerable shaft. Glen groaned, his body shuddering.

"Holy shit, it's... ...it's like... ...it's like I'm inside you." He grunted, spurring the adulterous wife of one of his subordinates ever onward. "Stop." Glen growled, pulling her head from his crotch and quickly lifting her from the floor to trade their positions.

Morgan landed on the chair with a squeak as Glen worked her out of her pants, throwing into the fireplace with her bra. Morgan smiled up him as she spread her legs, hooking her foot over his hip to pull him in close.

"So does all that mean you're a bachelor?" Morgan prodded as Glen sunk cock into her delicate pink folds, her own arousal making it easy for him to fall into her.

"What are you getting at?" Glen asked as he pounded his dick into her proffered cunt. "You want to be my wife and slut?" He asked. "You need my cock or do you want my money?"

"FUCK!" Morgan grunted as she took the pounding enthusiastically, unable to do much more than cum for him.

"That's what I thought." Glen smirked. "You just want my cock." He happily obliged her need.

"N-n-not f-f-fair!" Morgan whined beneath the aggressive thrusts of her mature lover.

"What's not fair?" Glen laughed as Morgan came again, showering them both in a burst of her arousal.

"Mm-fuuck!" She moaned, her toes curling as Glen's cock pushed her over the edge.

"I can't hear you." He groaned, sweating beading on his brow. "Do you think you deserve my cock? Do you think I'd give some slut more than my dick?" Glen pulled out and took Morgan's hand, drawing her up and onto her feet with him before guiding her over to his bed and pushing her onto her hands and knees.

"YES!" Morgan breathed as his cock bottomed out almost as soon as she hit the bed. "Yes! I did!" She admitted.

"You thought you could fuck your way into my heart and get all my money?" He laughed as he pumped her spasming hole with his girthy throbbing length.

"N-n-no! I-..." Morgan paused wondering just what she was doing. "...Please, Master..." She growled as she looked back up at the domineering Mr. Frazier. "Fuck your slut." Her heart thrummed in her chest as she bared herself to his whim.

Mr. Frazier swatted Morgan's ass before suddenly increasing his pace as he had before, pumping his swollen length into her. Morgan whimpered with each thrust of his hips as she neared another orgasm or was she still experiencing the same one she couldn't tell. Then she felt him push her into the bed with his full weight pinning her in place as a sudden heat flooded her love canal until it spilled out around the old man's virile cock, his nuts flexing as they unleashed such a heavy load.

"Mm-FUCKING-GOD! YES!" Morgan twitched unable to move, and orgasming as her husband's claimed her pussy again.

"Yes what?" He whispered in her ear.

"YES, MASTER." She grunted through gritted teeth, her cunt spasming still as his hardened length remained tightly held by those flexing walls.

"Good, slut." He kissed her cheek before suddenly pulling his cock free.

Morgan shuttered as she felt him slide free, his seed flowed freely from her open folds, but now she could catch her breath. She had admitted her subservience to him in the heat of the moment and didn't think there was any way to go back.

"I don't know if I would." Morgan thought inwardly.

"Get dressed and we'll enjoy some dinner." Glen suggested tossing Morgan's clothes onto the end of the bed. "That was amazing by the way." He smiled as he looked back at her before disappearing into the en suite.

Morgan gurgled an agreement as her mind attempted to form something more solid than just a grunt but she didn't want to think about it, or anything. Never before had she cum so thoroughly that it awakened her to what she truly wanted. Her body shudder as Glen's seed continued to drizzle from her spent folds, her legs quivering as bolts of pleasure rippled through her.

"Shit." She breathed.

At the dinner Glen was a different person, even from the man she'd met at the company Christmas party all those weeks ago. He'd proven willing to play Master to her desires and now he was treating her like an actual gentleman. He pulled out her chair and helped seat her before taking his own. His butlers brought out their dinner and poured their wine, but his interactions with her directly were actually quite gentle.
"...and my fourth wife, well she was just a bitch and I got sick of it." Glen shrugged with laugh. "...not a one of them ever showed me so much of themselves like you do." He took a sip of his wine, glancing at her over the lip of the glass.

"...I..." Morgan shook her head unsure what to say, blushing.

"Ha ha! Look at you! You're so flustered even now." Glen laughed. "I won't be mean and you can always say no." He tried to assure her.

"It's not my consent that's a concern." She revealed.

"Nelson?" Glen asked.

"Nelson." Morgan smiled.

"Afraid I won't provide for you like he does?" Glen smirked.

"Sir..." Morgan began.

"It's okay. Figure it out." Glen commanded. "In the mean time, return home." He smiled.

"Well, I did tell him I was at a gala so if you've got it in you..." Morgan winked playfully, licking her lips for emphasis.

Morgan returned home a little after midnight and she even brought a little bit of Glen with her. With great care she quietly slipped into her house, locking the door behind her before tiptoeing her way up the stairs. She smiled as she saw Nelson sprawled across their bed, the blankets thrown off most of his body. Sighing softly, Morgan undressed as she made her way to the bed, leaving her clothing in a scattered line behind her.

"What the hell am I doing?" She wondered softly to herself as she crawled beside her husband. "Am I really going through with this?" Her thoughts were racing as she settled in beside Nelson.

"Mm." Nelson grumbled as he felt the bed shift, rolling onto his side he slipped his arm around Morgan's waist, to draw their bodies together.

Morgan froze as her husband nestled in against her, her body instinctively wiggling back against him as he held tight to her body. She closed her eyes as her breathing steadied in his calming embrace, sleep finally overcoming her thoughts.