The Boss’s Wife: Part Two [MF] [Busty] [Interracial] [Huge Boobs] [Straight Sex] [Cheating]

After the events of last night, I didn’t want to look Tammy in the eyes. I couldn’t believe how many times I masturbated to her videos. I think she would see my need to see more of her if she looked into my eyes. The moment I woke up I gathered my clothes and called a taxi.

I didn’t wait for the taxi to get to the gate. I met the driver halfway down the street. I paid him in advance if he took the fastest route. Once I got back to my apartment, I fell back onto my bed.

“Damn,” I said as I paused the video on my phone. Tammy was on all fours on the floor of her dance room. Her big tits hung low, nearly touching the floor. Her ass was high in the air, and she was seductively looking at the screen.

Instantly my hand started reaching for my hardening dick. Just as my hand wrapped around it, my phone scared me as it began to ring. It was Tammy.

“Fuck!” I said aloud. I didn’t want her to think I was ignoring her, so I answered.

“Hello,” I said, trying to sound as calm as I could.

“You left already?” she asked.

“Yeah. I didn’t want to be around when Jack woke up,” I smiled.

“I understand,” she said, but I could tell there was something else on her mind.

“Everything all right?” I asked.

“I have to apologize,” she replied. “I shouldn’t have sent you those videos. It put you in an awkward position.”

I sat up in my bed, getting ready to reply. “I won’t bother you again,” Tammy said before she hung up.

I called back, but I didn’t get an answer. “Crap,” I cursed myself.

The weekend went by at a slow crawl. I had hoped that Tammy would call me back, but she didn’t. I sent a text to her explaining that everything was fine and that she didn’t put me in an awkward position. I didn’t get a reply.

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“Hi Candice,” I said as I walked around the corner from the elevator.

“Hi, Derek,” she nodded.

“Is he in?” I asked, looking at the two doors behind her.

“Yes, but he is seeing Nigel right now. Do you want me to…” she said before I shook my head.
“Was just checking,” I smiled as I headed for my office.

I loved my office; it was the only room on this floor that was a reasonable distance away from the elevator. Also, it had a great view of the city. I settle into my work. I had some clients I wanted to get in contact with, especially after the fiasco that had happened at the party.

Many of them had seen or heard about Jack’s outburst. I knew I would be putting out fires for the rest of the day.

The hours ticked by and phone call after phone call. The news wasn’t good. Many of the companies that we represented wanted to back out and go to the competition. “No. Justine absolutely not,” I said to one of our female clients.

“So he didn’t mean to say that because his wife had worked as a dancer. She wasn’t good enough for him?” she asked.

I knew her company provided insurance coverage for many dancers as well as escorts in our city. I had met her many times. And I knew she had been in the female entertainment business herself.

“Justine. If you don’t trust him with your company’s finances, then I will take care of them myself. Please don’t let a single lack of judgment influence your decision.”

“I like you, Derek, I always have,” she said before a long pause. “Okay, I will trust you and only you.”

“Thank you. You won’t regret it.”

She hung up, and I sat back down in my chair after pacing my office with my Bluetooth stuck in my ear for the past two hours. The fires weren’t small; some of them had been raging out of control. But for the most part, I had turned most of them into smouldering embers.

I leaned back in the chair and ran my hands over my face while letting out a long yawn. “Who’s next?” I said as I looked at the screen. “Oh shit,” I said, leaning forward. I had received a corporate-wide email. It was informing everybody that our main competitor was putting forward papers to buy us out. “No, no, no,” I said, reading the email over and over.

“Fucking hell,” I said, turning to look at the big building across from us. The building looked as though it was close from up here. Down at street level, it was three blocks away.

“Assholes!” I shouted as I gave them the finger. I knew one or two of the adjusters in that building saw me. We spied on them, and they spied on us. It was what we did. It was the reason we had tinted monitors.

My phone lit up, and I looked at the screen. With a deep sigh, I answered it. “Now that wasn’t nice,” Leon said. He was one of the leads over at the other company.

“Shut up,” I said as I gave another finger.

“Hey. It’s not our fault your boss can’t handle his liquor,” Leon said. I picked up my binoculars and looked over. There he was standing in his office with a smug look on his face. He waved as our eyes met. “My offer still stands. My bosses are ready to pay you exactly what you are making right now. With all the benefits. Plus, a company car.”

The offer seemed nice, but it came with a leash. Agents that worked over there weren’t allowed to pick their clients. The people upstairs gave them the clients and the companies to represent.

If they liked me, they would give me the right ones, which in turn would make me very productive. On the other hand, if they hated me, they could provide me with slow-moving clients and failed companies. “No, thanks,” I smiled. “I will take my chances.”

“The offer stands for two months after that the paperwork will be final, and you will be working for us anyway. You won’t get a deal like this afterwards,” Leon said as he waved.

“Bye, Leon,” I said as I lowered the mechanical curtains. The room got dark for a moment before the automatic lights turned on. I rubbed my eyes as I looked through my client list. I was safe for now. If the company got bought out, I knew most of them would argue to stay with me as their agent.

There was a knock on the door. “It’s open,” I said.

“Hi. I hope this isn’t the wrong time?” Tammy said as she entered.

“No,” I said, springing up from my chair. “Not at all.”

She made her way to the chair in front of me, then sat down. “I got your texts, but I was with him.”

“Understood,” I nodded. “I am sorry for rushing out like that.”

“It’s okay,” Tammy smiled with that beautiful smile that I had gotten to know. “I am glad you liked the videos. It was nice to talk about something I love, as well as share it.”

“You don’t think he will like it?” I asked, remembering the videos. Any straight male would find them alluring as well as very sexual.

“No,” Tammy said, shaking her head. “He hates when I bring up dancing of any sort. I think it is because it reminds him of how I was and how many men liked me.”

“Ah,” I nodded, sitting back.

“Trouble with the competition?” Tammy asked as she nodded to the closed blinds behind me.

“Bunch of assholes, pardon my French,” I said.

“He does the same thing when he thinks they are looking at him,” Tammy said.

“They can’t see his office,” I replied, shaking my head.

“Try telling him that.”

We both laughed. “So, what brings you here today?” I asked.

“You actually,” Tammy nodded. “It was very nice to talk to you. I haven’t been able to just talk about myself and my interests in a long time.”

“Well, you should,” I said.

“Well, that brings me to the reason for my visit, I wanted your opinion,” Tammy said as she got up. She walked around to my side of the desk. “I have to choose an outfit for the dance we are having in two days,” she said as she showed me her phone. “I have narrowed it down to these three.”

I looked at the phone as she showed me an image of herself in a changing room. She wore a tight bodysuit that showed off all her curves. Her cleavage was very prominent in it. Then she swiped the screen as another picture of her came up. This bodysuit had a C cut out of the stomach area. It showed her tight stomach.

“I don’t like that one too much,” Tammy said as she stood up. “My stomach is not where I want it to be, but it is the most comfortable,” she said as she ran her hand over her belly.

Tammy stood in front of me wearing blue jeans that hugged her legs, thighs, and buttocks tightly and a grey crop top that fell over her stomach. As she ran her hand across it, the shirt pulled up. She didn’t have rock hard abs, but there were signs that she was getting close to having a defined midsection.

“I like it,” I said as I shifted in my seat. I tried to adjust myself, so my hardening dick couldn’t be seen.

Tammy swiped the screen again to show the last outfit. Unlike the others that had been black, this one was white. The neckline was a lot lower than the rest. It plunged so deep that her cleavage seemed a mile long. “Holy,” I said before catching myself.

“You like?” Tammy asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Can you dance in that?” I asked as I took my eyes away and looked at her.

“I will have to wear a better sports bra underneath,” she nodded. “But I think I can.”

“Oh,” I nodded. Again trying to hide my interest in looking at the pictures again. “Well, I would go with the comfortable one. If it gives you a better range of motion without compromising your…” I stopped myself.

“Breasts,” Tammy said with a smile as she looked down at me.

“Yes,” I coughed. “You don’t want to have a wardrobe malfunction,” I smiled, trying to play it off.

“Well, not in the middle of a dance routine anyway,” she said.

Was she flirting with me? I looked up at her. It seemed that she was, but why. “I think that Jack is still in his office,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“I know. He is talking to Nigel,” she said, still looking down at me. “Am I making you nervous?”

“Yes,” I replied without thinking.

Tammy laughed. “It’s been a while since I have had that effect on someone. I thought I had embarrassed myself after I sent those videos.” Tammy folded her arms under her chest. “After I decided to clean the blankets and pillows off your bed. Since you gave our help the day off,” she said with a smirk on her face.

My heart started to beat. I had forgotten entirely about the sheets. “I can…” I began to say.

“I have one question, and I know you will answer honestly,” Tammy said as she looked into my eyes. “Did I have that effect on you, or was it someone else?”

I wanted to say someone else. I tried to say someone else. “It was you.”

Tammy beamed with a broad smile. “Thank you,” Tammy said as she kissed me on the forehead. Tammy breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought I was done turning men on,” she shook her head. “I all about gave up.”

“Don’t tell Jack,” I pleaded.

“Why would I do that?” Tammy shrugged. “You had a normal reaction to something that turned you on. There is nothing that he needs to know.”

“Good,” I said, feeling better.

“Now, how much of that reaction is what fascinates me,” Tammy nodded. “I had many young men over one night. They had come over to celebrate Claudia’s eighteenth birthday. Cleaning those sheets was a mess. Even they didn’t leave the amount you had,” she looked down at me with those eyes.
I didn’t know what to say. I was caught off guard by her comment.

“I got to thinking,” Tammy said as she worked her way to stand behind my chair. “That must have been one big reaction, which would have been a world record. Or it was many times.”

Tammy stood behind my chair. She quickly pulled the back of it towards her, so I was staring up at her. “Many times,” I surrendered.

“I knew it,” Tammy said with enthusiasm as she let the chair go.

“I am sorry…” I began to say.

“No. Don’t apologize,” Tammy said as she leaned against the table on my left. “I should be thanking you.’

“Thanking me?” I said, surprised.

“You have no idea. How a woman feels when she thinks she can no longer turn on a man,” Tammy said, shaking her head. “Sure, I get the few catcalls here and there. Or I see someone sneaking a peek at my chest. But at home, I get nothing.”

“Oh,” I nodded.

“Yes,” Tammy nodded. “So, when I came across. Your sheets. Well, it took me by surprise, and..” she stopped and looked over her shoulder at the closed door of my office. “Let’s just say I used a few toys that I haven’t utilized in a few years,” she said with a devilish smile and a wink.

I felt my face heat up and my dick pulse trying to push its way out of my pants. “I don’t know what to say,” I replied.

“There is nothing to say,” Tammy shrugged. “We both got off to each other’s pleasure. You to my dancing and me to knowing I turned you on through my dancing,” she smiled from ear to ear. “Well, I better…” she said before she stopped. She was staring at my crotch. “Are you turned on even now?”

I scooted forward, trying to hide my lower half under the table. “No,” I lied.

Tammy put her foot on the side of the chair and pushed it back. “You are!” she said, looking down at my pants.

“It was the pictures, and you have such big boobs and…” before I could finish, Tammy had gone to her knees and had her hand on my dick. She stroked it through the material of my pants.

“I want to see it,” Tammy said, looking up at me.

“We can’t. Anyone could walk in,” I said, looking at the door.

“Lock it,” Tammy said. Her hands squeezed my dick, making it throb harder.

I could electronically lock the door by just pressing the button on my desk. We usually locked the doors when we had clients in the room that wanted extra privacy. If someone wanted me, and they came to the locked door. They would ask who went inside. The moment Tammy got out; it would be all over for me.

“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head.

Tammy wasn’t taking no for an answer. She unbuckled my belt. I tried to stop her, but she slapped my hands away.

“Stop it!” Tammy said sternly. She finished unzipping my pants and pulled on them. I reluctantly gave in lifting myself. My pants came down to my knees, and my dick was hard as a rock for her to see.

“There,” I said as I reached for my pants. “You’ve seen it. Now you have to go.” I pointed to the door.

“Oh my god!” I said as I felt her mouth wrap around the head of my cock.

“I had to,” Tammy said as she stroked my dick. “I never tasted a black one before. And it has been almost eleven years since I had a dick in my mouth,” she said as she put her head down.

I watched my boss’s wife as her head bobbed up and down on my dick. “This is wrong,” I said to myself. “I am going to get fired.”

I am by no means huge in that department. Probably average or a little above. Many times, I had been told I was much thicker than the norm, which many of the women that I had been with preferred. I watched as Tammy’s mouth stretched around it as she took more of it into her mouth.

“Hey, watch out. They are heading your way,” Candice said over the room to room intercom.

“Shit!” I said as I tried to stand up. Tammy moved out of the way.

“Thank you,” I replied.

There was no way around this. If Tammy left now, she would meet them in the hallway. “Sit down in the chair,” I pointed to the chair across from me. “You can say…”

The door began to open, and Tammy was still on her knees. She crawled quickly under the table, and I sat down, still with my pants around my knees. I slid in close to the table.

“Hey, Derek,” Nigel said as he entered the room.

“Sir,” I nodded.

“Derek,” Jack said as they both took a seat.

“Did you get the email?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” I nodded. “I was just going over my client list. I was going to begin notifying them of…”

Nigel shook his head. “Don’t do that. Not yet anyway.”

Nigel was a stern man in his late fifties. He was Jack’s direct boss. Nigel’s boss was Samuel, who answered only to the board of directors. “The board has agreed to keep this under wraps for now. At least until we see if this is just a scare tactic or the real thing.”

“I just talked to Leon. It is real,” I said, nodding back to the closed blinds.

“You talked to him?” Jack asked with an angry look.

“He called me. He wanted to gloat and let me know their previous offer was still on the table,” I said. I had told all of them about the last time they offered me the job.

“I see,” Nigel said, scratching his beard. “And?”

“My loyalties haven’t changed…” I had said before I was surprised by Tammy taking my dick back into her mouth.

“Derek?” Jack asked.

I composed myself and nodded. “Sorry,” I said as I tried to concentrate on talking and not the feeling of my dick being sucked. “I hit my toe on the door this morning, and it’s been throbbing since.” I lied.

“I take it you will not be leaving us then?” Nigel looked at me.

“No, sir,” I said through a small moan.

“Seems you might have broken your toe,” Jack said.

“Might have,” I nodded.

“Well, we will make this short, then you go see someone about that toe,” Nigel said, shaking his head.
I just nodded. They began to talk about what the board was planning to do if the buyout was real. But all I could think about was Tammy under my desk. She was taking most of my dick into her mouth. How could they not hear her? I thought to myself. The sucking noise, as well as the sound of her deepthroating my dick, seemed like it was loud enough for all to hear.

“Did you get that?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” I said. I remembered the art of listening to a conversation. Listen to the last part and repeat it.

“We are all to submit our ideas to the board no later than Friday morning.”

“Yes,” Nigel nodded. “Well, I am off to talk to Samuel,” Nigel said as he took a deep breath.
He walked out of the room. Leaving me alone with Jack. Well, not alone, as his wife was under my desk.

I rubbed my face and took another deep breath as I tried to focus on him.

“About the other night,” he began. Jack wasn’t one for apologies, and I knew he wasn’t going to start now. “Some things were said,” he said, looking directly at me. “Somethings that I shouldn’t have said aloud,” he nodded.

“Forgotten about,” I nodded back at him.

“Good,” Jack said as he leaned back in the chair. “About this buyout.”

He wasn’t leaving. Tammy was going faster now; she could feel I was close to cumming.

“What the hell is that noise?” Jack snapped, looking around the room.

“I think they are cleaning the windows,” I lied.

“I thought they did that on Tuesdays,” Jack said, puzzled.

I shrugged.

“I want your idea to be one of the ones chosen,” Jack said, looking directly at me. “I am sure whoever’s idea the board picks will be the one selected for one of the open partnerships.”

“What about you?” I said with a slight, leaning forward. I was going to cum, and Tammy had taken my dick all the way down to the base.

“Oh. Don’t count me out just yet,” Jack said, shaking his head. “I just want to make sure that it’s between you and me. That is all. I don’t want one of these idiots sneaking their way in.”

Jack stood up and looked at the blinds. “I am sure they clean the windows on Tuesdays.” He nodded at me as he walked towards the door. As soon as the door closed, I came harder than I ever had.

“Holy fuck!” I roared.

My dick pumped Tammy’s mouth full. It didn’t feel like I would ever stop. After what seemed like a long time, I finally finished. I rolled the seat back, and Tammy emerged. She slowly stood up.

“What the hell was that?” I asked.

“If I have to tell you, it will seem like I didn’t do a good job,” Tammy smiled as she took a seat on my desk. “And the feeling of cum still making its way down my throat. Tells me I did an excellent job.”

“If they had…” I began to say.

“They didn’t,” Tammy said, shaking her head. “Relax. It seems you have more important things to worry about.”

“You heard?” I asked.

“Some of it,” Tammy shrugged. “For the most part, I was too busy enjoying myself,” she looked back at the door. “You better look and see if the way is clear.”

I got up and pulled my pants up then I walked towards the door. I looked out of the room. For the most part, everyone seemed busy. No one appeared to be watching my way. I motioned for her to move. “Till next time,” Tammy said as she pushed her way past me. She grabbed my crotch and gave it a tight squeeze.

I went back to my office and began to work on my idea. It had to be something great. There was another knock on the door. “Come in,” I said without looking up from my monitor.

“You devil you,” Candice said as she closed the door behind me.

“What?” I said, looking up at her.

Candice was a young woman. In her late twenties. I had recently turned thirty. “You know exactly what I am talking about.”

“No, I don’t,” I crossed my arms as I looked over at her.

“Getting head from Jack’s wife. That’s what,” Candice said as she blurted it out like it was nothing.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” I shook my head.

“I know that look,” Candice said, shaking her head.

It was true she did know me well enough to know when I was lying. When she was an intern, and I was just a mail clerk. We had many interactions of sexual nature.

There wasn’t an office closet or crawl space on the lower floors that we hadn’t fucked or sucked each other off inside. Candice was a nympho through and through. We had a good run until one of her other side flings got her pregnant.

“How was it?” Candice asked, positively beaming. Her blonde hair and blue eyes made her attractive to many of the males on this floor.

“Not going to tell you,” I shook my head. “And it stays between us.”

“Of course,” Candice nodded her head.

“How did you find out?”

“Jack came by and asked if the window cleaners had started early,” she said. “When I told him no. He looked puzzled and looked back at your office. Then he said he heard a noise in your room. I said that it must have been the wind.”

“The wind,” I said, kicking myself for not using that excuse. With our building, as tall as it was, the wind whipping around it had made some of the strangest noises we had ever heard. One day it sounded like there was a woman outside screaming her head off.

“Then, a few minutes later, guess who came by?” Candice smiled.

“Tammy,” I replied.

Candice nodded. “She said hi and wanted to talk to Jack,” Candice shook her head. “But first, she took one of the plastic water bottles from my desk.”

“So?” I asked.

“She has never taken one of those bottles. Hell, no one does. The water fountain is right around the corner. And the water is colder,” Candice smiled. “Classic, I have cum breath and still feel it in my throat tactic. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”

I sighed. If anyone knew what cum felt like going down their throat, it was Candice. “What are you going to do now?” I asked. She had me by the balls.

“Nothing. For right now,” Candice smiled as she got up. “Let’s just put it under the heading. You owe me one,” she said as exited my office.

I couldn’t believe it. I was stuck in a hard place. If I made a partner, I knew Candice would call in her card and use it to get promoted. If I didn’t make partner and Jack did, he was sure to make my life a living hell just for the hell of it.

I hit the button to raise the blinds. I turned around and pointed to my phone. Sure enough, a few moments later, it rang. “Change your mind?” Leon asked.

“Let’s just say my interests have been nudged,” I replied.

***********

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Candice said, entering my office. It was Thursday morning.

“It is hard to avoid you. Your desk is the first thing anyone sees’ as they get off the elevator,” I said, shaking my head.

“You know what I mean,” Candice said, sitting herself down in the chair.

I looked over at her. Then I shook my head. “Doesn’t Jack have you typing up his idea by now?”

“He already sent it in,” Candice said, crossing her legs.

Candice didn’t have a busty figure. What she lacked in the bust department, she more than made up for with long legs, creamy white thighs, and a tight ass. She could have easily made it in the modelling world. “Stop stalling and spit it out. What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong,” I replied. “You threatening to tell everyone. If I don’t help you get promoted, when or if I get the partnership.”

Candice looked at me, shocked. “Seriously?” Candice shouted. “You think I would do something like that?”

“You said it yourself thousands of times. You want to be up top.”

“Yes, by my own merit. I am a damn good secretary. And if I get moved upstairs, it will be because of my skills as a secretary. Not because I fucked someone or blackmailed another.”

I felt embarrassed. “Sorry. I guess I thought when you said I owed you…”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Candice smiled with those pearly whites. “I lead you to believe that I wanted something, and you stupidly assumed the worse. Can’t say I blame you.”

“Still, I should’ve known.”

“Yes, but no harm, no foul,” Candice shrugged. “What I was wanting was a whole different thing.”

“What is that?” I asked.

She laughed. “The next time you guys have a boy’s night out. I want you to take Trevor along with you.”

“I will get you a corner office with a view,” I said with a straight face.

“Oh, come on,” Candice said. “He isn’t that bad,” Trevor was the lucky guy that had knocked her up. They had met after talking online for a few months. One thing led to another, and nine months later, they had a beautiful baby boy.

“No, he is worse,” I replied. “The last time I took him out, he thought the Orlando Magic was a comic con event in Orlando!”

Candice laughed. “That was pretty funny.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I smiled.

She looked at me with those eyes. “Fine!” I said, retreating out of this battle. “After this, we are even.”
Candice smiled and stood up. “We will see,” she winked at me as she headed for the door. I loved watching her walk. She had a way of making anything she wore look sexy as she walked away.

I shook my head then began to focus back on my idea. Then the door opened again this time it was Nigel. “Everybody has their idea in except you.” He said as he put his hands on the table and stared down at me. “What’s the holdup?”

I had no answer for him. I couldn’t tell him the truth. I had nothing, I had rewritten three different ideas, and none of them was of any good.

To hear that all the others had their thoughts, typed up, formatted, and sent in already made me look like a fool. “I am on the last changes. I will send it in by the end of the day.”

“You better, or don’t bother coming to work tomorrow,” he looked at me. He must have heard that I talked to Leon.

“You know I just wanted to see if it was a scare tactic, right?” I looked back at him.

“I know,” he nodded. “I still don’t like it,” Nigel said as he walked towards the door. He slammed it shut as he went.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled, spinning my chair in a circle. I had nothing.

My phone rang, and I picked it up. “Is it true?” Justine’s voice greeted me.

“We honestly don’t know,” I replied.

“Are you planning to stay?”

“Of course,” I said. Justine was my favourite client, she always seemed to calm me down, even though she could get a bit needy. The many times I had met her, she acted like my mother. Always treated me with respect and warmth. I think she genuinely thought she had to care for me.

“Good,” Justine replied. We talked for a long time about her investments and her long-time goals with her company. “Too bad, you don’t have any of the investors that are backing their takeover on your side.” She said just as we were about to hang up.

An idea clicked in my head. I didn’t need their investors. What I needed was their competition. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

“What?” Justine asked.

“Justine, you’re the greatest!”

“I have told you that many times.”

We ended our conversation, leaving me with a lot of phone calls to make. One after the other pieces came together. It was unbelievable how many of the other companies were ready to band together.
I put all of their names together on my computer. Formulated a plan of action and submitted the idea to the board. I looked up at the time. “Yes!” I shouted, spinning around in my chair. Fifteen minutes to Seven. It was later than expected, but our day ended at Eight on the dot.

I knew I would sleep better tonight. The other plus was that I was going to keep my job.

******

It had been a rough four days. And there still was no word on whose idea the board had selected.

“Morning Candice,” I said as I stepped off the elevator.

“Happy Wednesday to you too,” she replied with her cheerful smile.

“Any word yet?” I asked.

“Nope, same thing I told you Monday and Tuesday. None of the secretaries has heard anything about the decision.”

I nodded and began to make my way to my office. “You do have a visitor, though,” she said as I walked away.

I hoped that it was Justine. I could do with some cheering up, and she always brought a cake or something sweet with her. I opened the door, and Tammy was sitting in the chair.

“Tammy,” I said, surprised.

“Derek,” she smiled.

I left the door slightly open. After the last time, Tammy was in my office. I didn’t want her to get any other ideas. “Scared of what I might do?” she asked as she looked at the door.

“I like my job as well as breathing,” I said as I sat down.

“Duly noted,” she nodded. “I came to ask you what you are doing this Friday?”

“Nothing so far, why?”

“We have our first dance, well performance really. I thought because it had perked your interest, you would like to come.”

I didn’t want to show my interest, especially after the last time. I also didn’t want to hint that the videos and the memory of the pictures Tammy had shown me, were a daily incentive to my masturbation rituals. “If you would like me to come for support, then I would be glad to come.”

“Thank you,” Tammy said, standing up. “Then I will see you Friday. I will text you the address.”

I nodded as she left. Later that day, I received the address. I was about to stop for the day when Jack walked into my office. He threw two folders down onto my desk. I opened them to see papers from the board. One of the folders contained Jack’s idea. The other folder was mine.

“I knew it would come down to the two of us,” Jack said, sitting down in the seat.

I read his proposal. I had to reread it a second time. It was that good; the scale he had thought through was mind-blowing. If it worked, there was no reason it shouldn’t. It would set our company up for years to come. “I don’t know what to say,” I said as I leaned back in my chair.

“I thought the same thing after I read yours,” he nodded.

We both looked at each other. I saw a new look in Jack’s eyes. He no longer saw me as someone that worked for him. Maybe he now saw me as an equal, or perhaps I was just tired.

“Samuel is taking us both out for dinner tomorrow night. The board is holding an early morning meeting tomorrow to decide which idea they will move forward with.”

He got up and headed for the door. “Get some sleep. You look like shit.”

Sleep didn’t come easy for me. Knowing that I was one step closer to be a partner and, most of all, respect from one of the men who tried to hold me down for most of my career. The thought kept me wide awake. I hadn’t eaten since Jack left my office.

My phone alerted me to a text message. “Congratulations are in order,” it read. The message was from Tammy.

“Thank you, but I think they will choose his idea over mine,” I replied.

The phone rang. “Why is that?” Tammy asked.

I told her what I thought. How I knew his idea would work and why. She listened without interrupting. I also told her of other things that plagued my mind. It felt good to get my thoughts out of my head and spoken out loud. “I have no idea why I told you all of that,” I finally said.

“Same reason I told you about my dancing,” she responded. “Everyone has thoughts that they want to share. Some of us have husbands or wives, friends, and families that we can share our deepest secrets. While others like you and I have no one.”

“Agreed,” I replied. I loved talking to Tammy; she listened. Even though Justine was like a motherly figure, she always interrupted and had suggestions and thoughts.

“I will say this,” Tammy said, breaking the silence. “He thinks the same.”

“What?” I said, sitting up in my bed.

“I won’t go into details,” Tammy said. “When he came home. He went on and on about your idea and how he should’ve thought of it first.” She said I knew she had a smile on her face.

“Well,” I said. I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“You’ve done something. No other person has done. Not even Samuel.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“Jack respects you,” Tammy replied. “Sure, Samuel and Nigel have his admiration, but that is because they hold positions that he would like to have. But you have come all the way from the mailroom to becoming his equal. With no college degree and no handouts. He respects that.”

It was all true. When I first got hired, it was because I needed a job. Running mail throughout the building was easy. Any person could do that. I quickly learned who did what. What each floor did and what they were responsible for, then I acted on it.

I read about the ins and outs. I taught myself the business side of the company as well as the mathematics involved. I spent hours in the library and online teaching myself how the numbers worked. When an opening came around, I applied for it. I got turned down twice, but on the third try, they gave me a shot.

I worked hard being a number cruncher, calling clients for the other controllers that handed the numbers to others. Soon I got a promotion, then another, then another, which led me to where I was now.

“Still there?” Tammy asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “Did you ever decide on what outfit to wear?”

“If you wanted to see the pictures. All you had to do was ask,” Tammy replied.

Three texts were sent. I looked through the pictures one by one, then went through them again. “I went with the second one. It was the easiest of the three to dance in.”

“I bet,” I said as I thumbed back to it. The cut out on the side of her stomach was sexy.

“Which one do you prefer?” Tammy asked. “Be honest.”

“The white one,” I replied as I looked at it.

“Why?” she asked. I could hear a slight moan in her voice.

“I like the cleavage,” I replied. I could hear her breathing heavy.

“You like my chest?” Tammy asked again with her breathing getting rapid.

“Yes, of course,” I said as I began to join her. My hand grabbed my dick as I looked at her picture.

“What do you think of when you look at the picture?” she asked.

“Tit-fucking them,” I replied, increasing the pace of my hand tugging on my dick. “I have wanted to tit fuck them since I saw you at the party.”

“I haven’t had anyone fuck my breasts since college,” Tammy moaned loudly. “I would like to be tit-fucked again.”

“What are you thinking about?” I asked. I was getting close to cumming,

“Truthfully?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Your dick, fucking my mouth,” Tammy replied. “I loved the taste of it. And it’s all I have been thinking of for days now.”

My dick hardened and throbbed at the thought of my cock in her mouth. “I would like to do that.”

“If you did. I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I want you to fuck my mouth hard and fast,” she moaned even louder. Tammy, my boss’s wife, was cumming as she masturbated to the thought of me.

“If that is what you want,” I said. I was on the edge of cumming.

“Yes,” Tammy moaned. Then she cried louder, and I heard her breathing quicken, then there was silence. I came hard. Our breathing began to return to normal. “Thank you,” she said, breaking the aura of silence. “I have never done that,” she admitted.

“Never?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “Have you?”

“Not since high school,” I smiled.

“We should do it again,” Tammy said, “Not now, though, I need to get some sleep.”

“Well, you know the number,” I smiled.

“Good night, Derek.”

“Night, Tammy.”

We hung up, and I drifted off to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Also, I began thinking about what would happen the next time I met Tammy in person.

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