My Wife's New Boss: Submitting To Her New Man by Jaime Thorne

Author:Jaime Thorne [Thorne, Jaime]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2021-06-17T05:00:00+00:00

HIM

Last night has infected my mind like it's a disease. I can't stop thinking about it.

It's not just about how she fucked me, how she used me for her pleasure. Though I can't deny there was something to be said for that and I would be lying if I said that the sight of her rising above me stretched and yet tight with her climax would stay with me for a long time afterwards.

No it wasn't just about how she used me for herself, it was something more than that. It was this almost primal certainty in me, like last night started the answer to a question I hadn't known that I'd been asking for a long time. But it wasn't an answer I had any clarity on right now.

I was still lost in the middle. I was stuck in this place between knowing and unknowing where truth was a malleable force and the content of the sentence could turn on a single word. I didn't know if I hated or I loved it or if I needed something more. Something related and yet different, like the change between a hot summer day and the burning heat in an oven.

Whatever it was and whatever came next, the search for an answer consumed me and the fact that I was stuck at work and unable to seize it for myself drove me mad.

All day I was distracted by the memory of the night before and the looming question that I hadn't even fully uncovered. I needed answers and so I spent the day contemplating and picking away at my work. Idle and distracted in meetings. Preoccupied when I was sitting at my desk alone.

Willa was different last night. She had always been demanding in bed but last night there was a desperation to her silence that was new and unsettling. There was this squirming need beneath the surface of her skin and it was almost...

At night sometimes she'd ask me to scratch her back, something that I was the absolute worst at. Somehow I always started in the wrong place and no matter how carefully I listen to her orders of up and down and just a little more I was always chasing the itch around but never satisfying it.

Last night reminded me so much of that. It was like she had an itch that I just wasn't scratching and it wasn't until she closed her eyes and drifted off to some other place that she truly started to satisfy herself.

If I closed my eyes now, I could see that moment perfectly.

The moment before. Before she came. Before she shuddered frozen in pleasure above me.

She was speaking though no words were passing her lips and I would give anything to be able to read lips but that was a skill I didn't possess and so any truth would remain hidden from me. Yet still I could imagine. I could lip-read badly. And if I was an uncharitable man I could read his name on her lips.

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