Vicky

Kim looked, her eyes not focusing in a mixture of panic and lust, but she saw "Secretary Vicky" on the caller ID.

"Um, Kim?" she said super suspiciously. "Kim, are you there?"

'FUCK!' Kim's mind screamed, 'Busted talking about fucking ****....but fuck...that kid....Roger's younger clone. I wonder if I could sleep with both of them together...' and her mind started to wander but she snapped it back into focus.

"Hey Vicky," Kim said with a sigh of pleasure as her mind kept playing through scenes. Roger. Her step-son. Jessica's fine ass from what Kim saw of it. Roger's secretaries past, especially that dark-skinned goddess.

"Is there...um...something you needed? Roger's not here right....now..." Vicky said, sounding like she was short of breath. "Did you have trouble....aaaahon the way home?"

"No, no. No trouble, Vicky," Kim said, trying to make her mind focus. There was something about Vicky's voice. More like she was exerting herself, not that it was short. Something in Kim's mind wanted to keep her on the phone to see where this was going. It was too late to be working out...

....oh god...

"So thanks for bailing Roger out tonight," Kim said, listening for more signs. Her ears were sharpening and at the same time, there was a tightness in the pit of her stomach that her husband might be cheating on her, but the voyeurism made her nipples get tight and her clit throb, just like this afternoon.

"MMmmm.....always happy to...help. Lend a hand..." Vicky said, some sultriness dripping from her words. Kim imagined her giving Roger a hand job, flicking the head of his cock with little licks while they were on the phone. Kim bit her lip as the knot in the stomach started to ebb and the other tightnesses in her body grew.

"He can always use a hand, can't he," Kim said and bit her lip. "And I know he hires secretaries for their talents..." Kim said and stopped herself, not knowing where she was going with this. "And you seem to be a very..." she continued, her hand subconsciously drifting to her right, taut nipple, the same one she played with watching the two teenagers fuck this afternoon. "...very talented girl..."

"Mmmm....Rog seems to think sooooohhhh..." Vicky purred, the last sylabul stretching out long. Kim knew that sound...that's the same sound she made when Roger was sucking on her clit. Kim was instantly jealous and incredibly turned on, the knot in her stomach tightening but her clit needed immediate attention from something other than her own fingers. She wanted Roger...anyone...to be sucking it right now.

"And he rewards good employees," Kim whispered, echoing Roger's statements on why he keeps getting new, fresh-from-college secretaries. "I want them fresh. Hungry." he would say. Vicky moaned slightly; it sounded like she was covering the phone, but it was loud. She was loud. While her husband was eating her out...

Rage. Jealousy. Hurt.

Fuck, Kim was horny. She was listening to her husband's infidelity and it was turning her on so fucking much she could feel her juices seeping from her pussy.