My soon-to-be ex-wife is packing for her conference. There wasn't much to discuss about her leaving, and my indifference to her presence led her to leave her phone in my office. I'm reviewing a year's worth of messages between her and Jack. She needs to learn how to hide shit better on her phone. Especially when married to a securities analyst. Once she's left, I'll email all the screenshots to my lawyer and ask to have expedited divorce papers sent to her ultimate destination. According to the most recent texts, this wouldn't be her sister's house but a private suite in downtown Chicago. And with minimal digging, I also discovered that it's being paid for with their company's funds. Jack is a pompous bragger. What an arrogant asshole. I'll email that to my friend Chris, who serves on the board of her PR firm. Won't he be surprised that Jack has been funding his affair for a year: lunches, mid-day hook-ups, and a slew of dinners?
And Autumn's none the wiser to my indiscretion. How I fucked that indiscretion, tearing her sweet hymen with my cock while her drugged ass slept.
Last night, I thought it would be months before I could feel this close to freedom. Now it's days. Triumphant giddiness fills my chest, and I chuckle with the warm endorphins buzzing in me. My consolation prize is one I covet, and I get to keep and fuck. This feels so good, and I hum; my cock is hard as visions of Jenny riding me this morning fill my mind.
I hear a door close and the recognizable click of heels moving down the hall. I slide Autumn's phone to the corner of my desk where she left it earlier while reaching between my legs to cup my little slut's jaw, slowing her down as she properly services me for the second time today. Jenny's hot nasal exhales ride down my cock as her tongue swirls my head, gently sucking. My little slut worships her Daddy. If it weren't for this fantastic distraction, I might be pissed off enough to pick a fight with Autumn. But why bother when I have my daughter paying homage to what made her?
I caress her silky hair, cupping her nape and looking down at her big brown eyes. It's a punch to the gut, the approval she seeks. I could feed off it for the rest of my life. I guide her up and down as she savors me delicately. Whispering, "Be quiet, or you'll get us in trouble."
She pops off my tip, and bubbles of thick-throat saliva dribble down her face as she pumps my greedy shaft with her hand. "Can I keep sucking you, Daddy?"
I push her head back down, groaning as her lips wrap around me. "You stop when I tell you to stop, baby girl. Keep doing that, mmm, yeah. Just like that, baby girl. And be fucking quiet." Short, beautiful bobs, her tongue, and lips torture my crown.
She's trying to be such a good little slut for me, learning how to take her Daddy deeper. Jenny's a fast learner without an overly sensitive gag reflex. A little numbing spray and explaining how to open her throat, she's the perfect student. I'll be fucking this little whore's face in no time if she's good.
A light tap on the door sends my hand instinctively to Jenny's head, ebbing her sloppy blow job to something even slower and more torturous. It is a test of my control, and I love a challenge.
Pulling up the accounts I finished briefing yesterday on my laptop, I answer, "Come in."
Autumn scans the room and joyfully states the obvious. "Ah. There it is. I left my phone here earlier."
And fuck, if this isn't a massive fucking turn-on. Jenny, beneath my desk on her knees, lauding her love while my wife stands there, oblivious.
I groan as my sweet slut slides down my shaft, squeezing her fist. I add a layer of annoyance to cover, snarling at her bedazzled brick. "And it's been going off like crazy. It would help if you learned to use the silent feature. Your notification sounds are annoying as fuck." I cast her an impatient glance. "I would have turned it off, but someone doesn't trust her husband."
