Getting closer to Victoria (NTR-Cuckhold Route)

Author's Note: The NTR route describes DJ's capturing Victoria's heart and body, not losing her to someone else. In this story, no NTR against the MC.

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After a few hours of working at the desk, you looked up as Victoria came down the hall towards you and the front desk, her blonde hair done up in her usual bun and a subtle dash of makeup, something of a surprise as she often had a very plain-Jane look to her whenever you did the morning check in with her. She also had a smile on her face, still a bit unnerving as you didn't even think the woman knew HOW to smile. Far be it for Steve to tell her to smile more often. But DJ?

"Hey, sorry, took a bit longer to swim my laps than I thought it would..." she apologized, yet another first for you to hear, but you instead just shrugged it off and set down the paperwork you were filling out. "Got some time?"

"Sure, it's pretty dead right now anyway," you replied, the 6 pm part of your shift was always the most dead as the last of the afternoon free swim clocked out and the high school swim team's evening sessions took over for the rest of the night. "How you feeling, Victoria?"

She sighed and set her bag down on the chair before she looked back at you. "Exhausted. I had to replace one of my teachers, Steven Meadows. The guy was a good teacher, though sometimes I wondered where his head was." Victoria looked away and missed the slight scowl on your face. "Doesn't matter, though, we had to fill his slot quickly before the year starts next week."

You watched as she just rolled her head side to side. "A bit tight?"

"Yeah, don't know if I slept wrong or what..."

You decided to take a step forward and moved from behind the counter and motioned for her to join you in the back room. She blinked but smiled and followed you. "Here, felt we could be a little more private."

"DJ?"

You gently sat her down in the chair and stepped behind her, brushing her hair to one side and slowly began to massage her shoulders. Almost as soon as your hands touched her skin, Victoria let out a soft moan and closed her eyes, visibly relaxing into your touch. For a few minutes, you kept her moaning and sighing as you worked out the knots in her shoulders and neck, not failing to notice that her skin reacted to your touch and, a bit lower,, her chest started to flush slightly red. Interesting...

"You got to get going?" you whispered and she shook her head, not bothering to move. It was well known that she had problems in her marriage, her husband was a drunkard and worked for minimum wage at the Walmart downtown. Her only child, a daughter, was a college dropout, working odd jobs and making no real headway. How they had any connection to such a high-powered woman was beyond many people's abilities to understand.

The memories flooded your mind as you continued to massage her. The long hours of working together on team plans, fundraising activities over the weekends, sitting next to each other in close proximity, always just inches from touching each other. She often had the need to greet him with a hug and pats on the shoulder and back, how she smiled as he returned the hugs (awkwardly as they may have been) and even the fact that she had him call her Victoria in private between them. He was always physically taller, bigger, more muscular compared to her. It was almost as if...

"Oh, DJ, this feels great..." she moaned softly and brought you from the thoughts popping in your head back to the present. She had slipped the straps to her dress off her shoulder to allow you to move your hands on her bare skin and as you continued to massage, she reached up with her hand and placed it on yours. "Really, DJ, thank you..."