It's About Time You Got Here, Jack!

He threw a $4000 Armani jacket on the floor and stepped on it. His leather briefcase skidded across the highly polished oak parquet and slammed into an antique bookcase that had once belonged to Benjamin Franklin. An autographed copy of James Fenimore Cooper with a stylized Mohawk on the cover hit the floor. The latches popped on the briefcase and a billion dollar merger exploded on the Aubusson rug. Heaven on earth waited for him upstairs. Hopefully wrapped in ethereal velvet and wet between the legs.

She gasped and moaned. He loved it when she started without him. He hopped down the hallway, ripping off his shoes and yanking down his pants. He ripped at his shirt, silk covered buttons flying everywhere. A diamond cufflink sank somewhere into the carpet.

"Shit, baby, do that again."

It was a man's voice. He felt like he'd been bitten by the adder of jealousy. Green rage poured through him until the only thing he could think of was pulling the man's bones out through his asshole. He kicked the door in because if he touched it he'd tear the doorknob off.

A generous ass wiggled at him invitingly from the end of his bed. He instantly knew it wasn't hers. His best friend, make that ex-best friend, was seated at the head of the bed with his wife sucking on his dick. The blonde with the ass rolled over and tugged Anna's pussy down on top of her face.

"It's about time you got here, Jack. Your wife has the best fucking mouth."