My Boss

Business Trip 2

Dennis' POV

I arrived home around 7pm, the smell of smothered chicken, corn, and yellow rice flowing through the house. I loosened up my tie and followed the smell into the dinning room.

I see my beautiful wife setting up the table, with nothing but an apron on. Geeez, why she gotta do this to me? I got this boner and my stomach growling hella loud. She's gonna so get this loving after dinner!

"Hey you, I thought I heard you come in." She walked over to me seductively.

I could not help myself, so I grabbed her the waist, I wasted no time and bit her bottom lip. She snaked her tongue into my mouth,  man oh man, she got me harder than ever.

I pushed her against the wall near the dinning table. She pushed me off and waved her index finger at me like "Not until after dinner mister." She rose an eyebrow at me smirking. My wife knows what she be doing to me.

I went to go sit down and set myself up to make my plate, but she moved my hand out of the way and made my plate.  She be making me feel like a fucking KING, I swear! I leaned back with both hands behind my head. She got up on the table sitting in front of me with her legs spread out.

Why would she do that?

Here I got,  pussy and food in my face? Boi stop!

She took the plate and sat it on her lap, she grabbed the fork from inside the napkin. She dug into the smother chicken, fed it to me. Then gave me my corn, rice and washed it all down with white wine. Hmmm, delicious!

5 hours later....

I put it on her after dinner and she still trying to catch her breath. So, we are laid up in our bed and I am contemplating on whether to tell her that I am bringing just Camille with me on this business trip.

"Babe?" I lightly shook her to see if she fell asleep.

"Hmm.." She responded like she was almost about to sleep.

"So, I leave in a few days for California." I said slowly.

"Mmmhmm, yeah." She coughed.

"I am only going with Camille." I said squeezing my eyes tight.

"Melinda isn't going?" I looked down at her to see her blank facial expression.

"Nah, she is going to Jamal's award ceremony event."

"Oh ok, do you think Camille will be able to handle all the work?" I wasn't expecting her to ask me that. I thought she was going to act all out.

One thing yall don't know about my wife. She's a jealous person,  she hides it so well. You gotta play the guessing game with her.

"She told me she could, so I figured why not. She's been doing an amazing job at the firm , so I am sure she will be alright."

She gripped onto me tighter and wrapped her legs on me. I could feel her going to sleep so I just laid in the dark caressing her back.

Few days later...

Tiffany dropped me off at the airport,  I turned to face her and she gave me a weak smile. I knew right then and there she was feeling some type of way, but I tried everything in my power to get her to talk to me.

One thing I disliked about her is when she shuts down, she SHUTS down! You can't really get through to her.

"Baaaaaaby, what's wrong?" I lifted up her chin to face me.

"Nothing, I am just tired.  Thats all." She shrugged at me.

"Why the fuckkkk you lyinnn??" I said in a singsong tone.