She's left on her own.

"Yeah, I think we've got it from here, don't you think, Lottie?" Charlie asked, boldly placing his hand on her shoulder in front of her husband.

Charlie's touch burned onto Lottie's shoulder like a branding iron, and she ached for it to linger longer. His warm, gentle embrace would have been too much for her knees had she been standing; she surely would have collapsed in passion. Harry didn't give anything away, but his eyes seemed to sparkle with a distant knowledge of what may happen next--was he prepared to let this transpire? Lottie felt as if her heart would burst with anticipation, yet all she could do was wait and see if Harry would allow what had just begun to continue. Was he really prepared to leave her in a room with the man he knew was daring enough to touch her indiscreetly in front of him?

Her mind racing, and no sign from Harry, "We've got this, as long as you're happy to go, Harry, you've helped us get this far. Are you sure you don't want to finish it?" She asked, offering him a chance to stop anything further happening.

"You two have got this, I'm sure. I'll grab you before I have to leave if that's alright. See you in a bit Charlie." Harry pulled away from the table, knowing he would have emboldened Charlie even further and unknowing if he could cope with it or not. Harry couldn't resist his desire to push his wife further, **** to see her reaction tonight when she was pent up all day.

The room went silent. Harry had left, closing the door. Lottie looked up to see Charlie already looking down at her hand on her shoulder still. He lifted his hand, stepping away from her towards the door.

Her breathing came in short, frantic gasps as Charlie locked the door. Panic and desire warred inside her mind, neither side wanting to yield.

"Did you tell him?" The hunger in Charlie's voice was unmistakable, a burning intensity that Lottie could feel in the pit of her stomach.

"N-No," she stammered. "He can't know...I can't ruin our marriage." She trembled under his gaze as he slowly stalked back across the room to face her again.

"So he has no idea just how wicked you are?" Triumph shone from Charlie's eyes as Lottie yielded under his control. Her mouth formed one silent word: Yes.

His command cut through her fear like a blade, "Take it off."

Without hesitation, Lottie complied, removing her blouse with trembling hands. Her beautiful breasts strained against the thin fabric of her bra, begging for release.

Charlie's smirk widened as he saw Lottie's gaze drop to the bulge in his pants. "Incredible, you really can't help yourself, can you?" His low voice rumbled deep and rich, full of an appetite for her. Unable to speak, Lottie could only meet Charlie's eyes with a flickering fire deep down inside. She needed it. She wanted to feel used.

Charlie snatched Lottie up in his arms, throwing her away from his chair as he sat down and ripped the belt off. Tearing his trousers open, he exposed his pulsing hardness. "Don't just stare at it," Charlie growled.

Lottie fell to her knees with desire, wrapping both hands around Charlie's semi-erect cock. The heat emanating from it sent shivers through her body, and she began to pump it eagerly. It was already larger than Harry's and seemed to grow bigger still, stretching beyond the limits of her two hands. She looked up at Charlie in awe of him.

Although sensational, having a woman of this beauty falling under the spell of his cock, a simple handjob was not enough to satisfy Charlie, "You need to lube it up."

Realising her duty, Lottie Dropped her mouth to his cock, Running her tongue up its shaft, eagerly taking every inch. Any thoughts of Harry were being pushed aside. She had a job to please the man before her, and her husband had all but agreed.

After covering every inch of his shaft with her tongue, she opened wide and took the head of his cock into her mouth, bobbing on the tip until he felt accustomed to her girth and began to drop further down its length. Her lips stretched around him as she dropped further down, swallowing his cock, making it disappear, first half, then three-quarters, then all the way to its base. She felt the smooth skin of his shaft slide along her tongue and against her cheek and then deep into her throat.

Lottie moaned like a bitch in heat with her mouth around Charlie's cock. Drool leaked out of the corner of her lips and dribbled down onto his balls. He grabbed fistfuls of Lottie's golden hair, which he had been dying to get his hands into since first laying eyes on her, and drove his cock deep into her throat. "God, you're so pretty," he said, but she didn't hear him over the slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Charlie pulled her head back until only his tip remained in her lips, then pushed forward, pounding himself even deeper into her mouth. Each time he felt like he might come, he gently tapped the top of Lottie's head, and she let his cock slip out of her mouth for a moment to breathe again and prolong the moment.

Before she could go back down, Charlie grabbed her arms, pulling her up and closer. As if on cue, she unclasped her bra and let it fall in front of her, displaying her magnificent breasts in all their glory. Her tits spilt out of the cups of her lacy red bra, and Charlie thought he might come just from the sight. The contrast of her beautiful pale skin against the black lace of her bra made the breasts look bigger than they really were.

Charlie's mouth was agape at the sight of her chest, stunned that her husband would allow this display. "What sort of fool allows his woman to flaunt herself like this?" he questioned.

"He's not a fool," she whimpered in reply, her desperation evident as she guided his stiffness between the softness of her breasts and pumped it rhythmically, hoping to silence him with her body.

He laughed wryly at her response and pointedly asked, "So why is he off working while you're pumping me as if it was all you ever lived for?"

Her face burning with shame, knowing she could not defend Harry's actions, she pressed her lips to Charlie's tip as it surfaced between her breasts.

"You ready for another load, Boss?" He smirked cockily at the last word.

Lifting her head and growling at him, "I need it, Charlie, give it to me, cover my breasts with your cum. I want to feel it." Keeping eye contact, she increased her pace, eventually pulling his cock away from her tits and aiming the tip at them as she pumped vigorously. She could feel it swell with anticipation as it started spewing load after load of cum at her. The **** of his orgasm sent shockwaves through her body and left her in awe at the power of his orgasms.

"Fuckkkk," Charlie let out, completely drained of energy and every drop of cum.

As Lottie cleaned him off, she savoured the taste with both her tongue, "So fucking good," she hissed as if it were a sin. "It tastes so goooood."

Charlie asked, "Tissues?"

Lottie replied, grateful for the ability to clean up, "Top right draw."

"Thanks," he said, pulling out a few and wiping himself off. He gathered his trousers and belt next, leaving Lottie in disarray by her desk.

She stared at him, feeling an unexplainable mix of disgust and desire, anger towards him for being so arrogant, yet a strange desperation to please him. Thoughts of Harry filled her mind with guilt and desperation for his cock to satisfy her.