The boss

Harry stared at his beautiful wife attending dinner. Her long legs, that perfect hourglass figure accentuated by her tight-fitting pyjamas. Her beach blonde hair, tied up in a high ponytail and flowing down the back of her neck, made him want to grab it and pull her face close to his for another kiss. He could make out the seams of her bra under her top as she turned, revealing her natural perky tits. Lottie let out a resigned sigh. "I think I need to quit," she said.

Harry looked up, surprised. "What are you talking about? It's only been your first week things will get better," he pleaded, looking across at his boss and the woman he loved. After seven years together, three of which were spent as husband and wife, it was painful for him to see Lottie in such a low mood since her promotion to head of their marketing team a few weeks ago. "I understand your frustration with the others," Harry said soothingly, "You have to give Charlie some time. He just started, and Ron will always be... well, be Ron."

"I know, I know, but it's just so hard when you can see they aren't trying 10 per cent," Lottie responded, sounding resigned.

"You could try bribing Ron with a bonus. He never shies from a paycheck, and in the meantime, I'll pick up their slack and assist Charlie along. That'll do the trick.” Harry suggested.

"No, it's me," Lottie shook her head. "Harry, I can't keep leaning on you. For them to get going, they need to respond to me."

Harry strolled up behind her as she sat at the dinner table and pulled her in for an embrace. "You know how you always used to get us in the clubs, VIP booths, front of the bar queue, " he told her.

Her face became stern. "Harry, I can't be flirting and showing off with my employees, Your co-workers,” she snapped back, “And that was a long time ago." Even though she knew he had never been too shy about dressing as she pleased. She still always respected her husband, which meant some things were for his eyes only.

Harry chuckled lightly in response. “Lottie, you're not that old yet”, teasing her. “You won't have to flirt. Just dress for their attention, a bit of charm, and you'll turn them into the best employees yet."

"You just want me dressing slutty so you can get some at work", she suggested back at him.

"I wouldn't be against that, but no. I just want to lighten the mood up a bit and get the team to chill out. Everyone is on edge, and I'm not afraid of showing off my stunning wife at work. Hey, the guys might start respecting me a bit more seeing how I pulled you" Harry embraced Lottie and spoke softly into her ear, "You should give it a try, even for just one day."

She reluctantly replied, "I'll do it, but only for one day; if it doesn't succeed, I will be leaving. Now get upstairs someone needs to keep the boss happy".

Lottie pulled Harry's head roughly into her pussy. She held him there, his face buried in her wetness as she drove him deeper and deeper into the abyss of lust. Her body screamed for release. The waves of pleasure crashed against every nerve in her cunt, then broke as she coated Harry's lips in a flood of juice. He lapped it all up like an obedient hubby, pleasing his goddess until she had nothing left to give. As Lottie recovered from her orgasm, she realised that not only did she crave Harry's great tongue but also the taste of herself on his lips and the look in his eyes when he loved it as much as she did.

After making Lottie soar to new heights of pleasure, she hopped off the bed and knelt between Harry's legs. Gripping his swollen member tightly with one hand and massaging his heavy testicles with the other, she stroked him up and down. "You ready to cum, baby? Come on, give it all to me," she purred, her voice velvet-smooth and laden with desire, "I want a big load today."

"Ughh, I'm almost there... Baby, just a bit more." Harry groaned between gritted teeth.

Lottie felt Harry's balls tighten and his cock jump in her grasp as he let out an animalistic groan. Quickly, she closed her lips around the tip of his cock, milking him, wave after wave of ecstasy. As the last burst escaped from his body, she swallowed it hungrily before pushing him deep into her embrace and showering him with a searing kiss; lost in pure lust, Harry accepted this kiss eagerly as was customary. “If tomorrow turns out well, you'll get more than that, sweetheart.”

“Oh, it will, babe. It sure will.” Lottie collapsed on the bed, eventually dozing off. As Harry went to bed, he couldn't shake the image of Lottie pleasuring Charlie and Ron like the week he had organised their wedding. The guilt in his gut was overpowering, but at the same time, a strange feeling of lust sat there too. He was torn between wanting it to stop and wanting to see more. Harry knew this wasn't right, and yet he couldn't help himself from imagining more scenarios. The internal conflict was eating him alive, leaving him feeling empty inside.