Free My Husband's Girlfriend by Cydney Rax Page B

You know how that happens sometimes.”
    “Uh, yes. Let’s hope it’s just temporarily misplaced. I mean, what else can I do?”
    “Three grand is a lot of money, Neil.”
    I don’t know if I should be flattered that she cares about the expense or what. But maybe I shouldn’t have even told her how much it cost. Maybe she feels I care more about the cost than the fact that she deserves some jewelry.
    “Yes,” I agree, “that is a lot…”
    “But?” she says.
    What’s up with Anya? Why is she trying to lure words out of my mouth, as if she’s picking my brain?
    “Anya, we’ll talk about this later. I’m gone.”
    “Tell that woman I said ‘Welcome back.’” She hangs up the phone. And I am so stunned, I lose my appetite for the lunch Anya prepared for me. I go to the kitchen and place my tuna croissants, two oranges, and Caesar salad in the refrigerator. When Dani walks in and says hello, I avoid eye contact and tell her I can’t talk.
    “Okay, bye,” Dani says, and walks away. I watch her glide down the hall. Besides her usual work gear, she’s sporting four-inch pumps. Her hair is pinned up, styled in a pompadour. The hallway smells like flowers, capturing her sweet perfume. She doesn’t even glance back at me.
    Minutes later I walk in Dani’s office and close her door. I take a seat in a guest chair that’s in front of her desk. She looks up from her PC and smiles like she’s not surprised. I hate when she knows what I’m going to do before I do it.
    “Whassa matter, Neil?” Her voice sounds so sweet. I am grateful just to be in her calming presence. I am amazed she affects me this way.
    When I don’t say anything, she hops up and comes to sit on my lap. She’s wearing a chocolate-colored business suit I love; the skirt comes right above her knees, and her long legs are stretching from underneath the hem, like they’re meant to be on a stage. She hikes up her skirt and wiggles her ass around on top of both me and my dick until we fit nicely together. Her body feels hot next to mine. I take deep breaths. Dani places her arms around my neck and hugs me. I motion like I’m trying to stand up.
    “Uh-uh, nope. I’m not letting you leave till you tell me what’s wrong.” She smiles, gazes in my eyes, and kisses me softly on the cheek. I wish I could stay there, just like that, longer than forever.
    Dani kisses my cheek again. I feel my heart getting softer. She kisses my lips. Her lips are wet. I don’t kiss back. She covers my whole mouth with her mouth, then tries to poke her moist tongue inside. I open my mouth and let her in. Our tongues slide, dancing like strippers grinding against each other. I close my eyes and suck the tip of her tongue desperately, like I’m trying to prevent it from leaving me. Her juices mingle with mine. I love being inside Dani’s mouth. It feels like the home I wish I had. My dick is getting harder by the second. She stops kissing me and takes my hand and leads it inside her blouse. My hand is on top of her right breast, which feels soft and warm. She presses my hand against her breast. I squeeze her nipple. It feels unbendable, stiffer than my dick. I slowly rub my finger across her nipple, torturing her. Dani moans and arches her neck. My dick is about to explode. I wish we were at her place. I wish I could control what should not control me.
    “If you suck me, milk will come out,” she whispers in my ear. “Suck me, Neil, please, any part of me. I want you, Neil. I want…” The heat of her breath against my skin makes me want to nibble on her earlobe, then go on to explore her, from her succulent breasts to her manicured toes. I shift in my seat and want to tug at the front of my pants.
    “Dani,” I say, and press my wet lips against her warm neck. It feels awkward sitting in that chair, but so what. What would happen if I placed my mouth over her plump tits and slurped? What would happen if I unzipped my pants and she sucked and sucked and sucked