Fingers

A part of him wanted to fuck her, to take her from Dan and make her his. But he realized that wasn't a great idea. For one thing, he needed Olivia to go back to Dan, to act as the obedient and ignorant wife. If he fucked her, she would probably tell Dan in what could only be a failed attempt to make him jealous. Because Dan wasn't going to be jealous. He didn't give a shit about Olivia any more.

Rick studied Olivia again. She was flushed with excitement, her suntanned skin glowing, her brown eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"You can fuck me if you want, Rick," she murmured. "I need it."

"Sample massages only." Rick chuckled. "Join the gym and we'll definitely upgrade the massage."

"I'm joining. And I'll see if I can get the other executive wives to join as well."

He slid one finger into her pussy and she clamped down on that finger, holding it so tightly it took an effort of will for him to move it at all.

She was a mother, married, and over forty. It didn't make sense that her pussy be as tight as this. Maybe he'd have to rethink his decision not to fuck her... but not today. Right now he wanted this to be about Olivia.

He squeezed one of her big tits while he kept up the pressure on her pussy until she writhed with pleasure. Then, when she was panting with need, he put his thumb on her clit.

She shuddered.

Damn, he was going to have to get some cameras for his massage studio. For now, though, he would have to create memories he could come back to later.

Olivia moaned as he worked on her lips and clit, stroking, tugging, entering and withdrawing, gradually upping the pressure and intensity but not too much. He didn't want to distract her from her pleasure, from her upcoming orgasm.

"Let me suck you," she growled.

"Another time," he murmured. "For now, this is about you."

Damn, that was hard... as was he. Over the years he'd worked for Dan, he'd fantasized about Olivia hundreds of times and now she was begging to suck his dick. What kind of idiot turns an offer like that down?

An idiot who wants something more than a one-time blowjob, he reminded himself.

As before, his bio-DNA-enhanced senses warned her when she was getting close. Her nipples hardened, blood swelled her lips... both those on her face and those below... and her writhing grew stronger.

"I'm... I'm... I'm..." she trailed off.

She came all over his hand, her pussy gushing juices as it tightened even more on the finger he'd inserted into her pussy. She grasped one of his towels and clenched it across her body. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod. I'd forgotten it could be so good."

He kept rubbing, more gently but continuously, letting her come down slowly from her orgasm.

She gasped for breath, her stomach clenching in tune with the tightening of her pussy muscles.

"That," she said, "was amazing."

"Seems to me that you needed it."

"Yeah, I did." She got off the massage table and then grabbed it to hold herself erect. "Sorry, my knees gave out."

"No hurry."

"Oh, I'm in a hurry all right. I'm going to text the other wives as soon as I get home. And if you need anything from me, info about Dan's schedule, any gossip about the company, whatever, let me know. Oh, and next time, I want your dick."

He nodded. "Fair enough. Seriously though, I don't think Dan is telling you his schedule at all. Half the time he pretends to be on business trips, he's staying in hotels here in town with someone from the office, with one of the salesgirls from suppliers, or who knows who else." Like his daughter, maybe. But Rick wasn't ready to claim that. Not without any evidence.

"You're probably right. What an asshole he is."

"Can't argue with you there."

"Okay, well a couple more dances and I'm gone." Olivia let go of the massage table and stepped toward his office door.

"Uh, don't you think you should put on your clothes first."

"What, and ruin their fantasies. Nope. I'm going like this."

"At least put them back on before you leave."

She giggled. "If you insist, Rick."