The Boss’s Hot Wife

Irene's soft hand made my whole body jolt. It was way too delicate, taken care of way too well.

Irene looked at me, clearly surprised, but there wasn't even a hint of anger on her face.

"You've got some nerve. What exactly were you trying to make me touch?"

I let out a sheepish laugh. "Sorry, my mistake. It's actually in my right pocket."

I set the flowers down and pulled out a small gold ring.

Truth was, I had picked it up from a street stall for a dollar.

The moment Irene saw the ring, her face lit up with excitement.

Women like her were the easiest to hook. She had strong desires and always dressed to turn heads. At the end of the day, it was all about getting attention.

But if you so much as glanced a little too long, she would call you a creep. She would say one thing out loud, but feel another inside.

What she really lacked was attention. If I got the chance, I would make sure she got plenty of it..

And now that Fabian had handed me this opportunity, there was no way I was letting it slip.

Fabian knew I was coming tonight, and he had already set up a full spread.

I took one look at the table. There were steak, oysters, and roasted asparagus. All the classic "stamina-boosting" stuff.

The guy was obviously desperate for a kid. He couldn't wait to make sure I delivered.

Halfway through the meal, I deliberately dropped my fork and bent down to pick it up.

Under the table, Irene's legs were right there, crossed lightly at the ankles. Up close like this, I almost lost control.

She wouldn't even let me get a quick photo during the day, and now, it was right in front of me. I had to fight the urge to take them in my mouth and hold them there.

I crouched down and brought my nose to the tips of her toes, inhaling deeply.

That scent was intoxicating.

You would think that after wearing heels and stockings all day, Irene's feet would smell. But no. There was this faint, sweet fragrance instead. It was absolutely perfect.

I only meant to take one sniff and pull back. But when I looked up, I saw her legs parted just slightly. And underneath that skirt? Nothing.

Holy hell. She had been sitting next to me at work this whole time, completely commando.

The second that realization hit, it was like a thousand ants started crawling under my skin. There was an itch I couldn't reach, deep in my bones.

What really got me was the fact that she was barely trimmed down there. And those two soft lips were such a delicate pink. Clearly, no one had ever really taken the time to explore her. No wonder she had such a strong appetite.

I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I wanted so badly to taste her.

But what if she got mad? What if I was too rough?

Screw it. Fabian already gave his blessing. It was going to happen sooner or later. Might as well be now.

I grabbed her thighs, pressed my palms flat, and pushed them apart.

Irene felt it and immediately clamped her legs shut.

But I didn't give her a chance. I forced them open and pressed my whole mouth against her.

And I sucked. Hard.

A soft grunt escaped her lips. And then she started flowing like a stream.

I lapped her up like a dog drinking water, my tongue going wild. The more I drank, the more she gave.

She tasted salty.

But Irene didn't scream or push me away. Instead, she spread her legs wider and wrapped both of them tight around my head, locking me in place.

Yeah. She was hungry, alright. Fabian had never been able to satisfy her. She was desperate for it.

Right there, right in front of her own husband, she let someone else devour her.

Fabian had no idea what was happening. He just saw Irene's flushed cheeks and her brow furrowed tight.

"What's wrong? Food not good?" he asked, concerned.

The moment I heard his voice, I pulled back fast and slid out from under the table, grabbing a napkin and wiping off the fork.

"Man, that fork really rolled far. Took me a while to find it."

Irene lowered her head, avoiding my eyes.

Fabian still had no clue I had already made a move. He even stood up, giving us space on purpose.

"I'm done eating. You two go ahead. I'll clean up in the kitchen."

With that, he headed off, leaving us alone.