EroticReverie

Victor Vos

If there's one thing I'm not, it's unfaithful. That fact that Mila would even for a moment think that I could cheat on her if fucking ludacris.  I wouldn't even have the fucking time to, between beating off in my office to my pictures and videos of her getting fucked, and actually fucking her at home. She fucking consumes me. The fact she doubts it all had me rubbing my hand over my jaw as I stand down stairs waiting for her to come down.  My jaw ticks as I think about what she must fucking think of me if she thinks that I'd be dishonest with her. Cause that's the last thing I am, I've always been honest with her, and make it a point to always be truthful with her, which is why I still haven't told her I fucking love her. Because I really don't know if that's what it is. I want her, and I fucking need her. I want to keep her for fucking ever, but am I in love? Or just fucking addicted to whats between her legs and the way she lets me rule it?  My old therapist would tell me it's the fact that I've never seen real love. I don't know what the fuck it is. My father has been married half a dozen times, my mother almost just as much. 

I'm punched in the gut, and ripped from my thoughts as I look up to her as she comes down the stairs. Whenever I see her, it's like seeing her for the first fucking time.  I've never laid eyes on anything that makes me lose my breath the way she fucking does.  She has a simple white dress on.  It's a sleeveless white dress, and the neckline scoops just a bit, but reveals nothing of her breasts or cleavage. But the fabric is tight around her torso, and falls freely at the waist, flaring out just a bit, with a thick ,shiny, bright yellow belt around her midsection,  She has her wet hair pulled up into a tight bun , with a matching yellow ribbon around its base, and a pair of yellow open toed heels. 

I look her up and down, and wonder how anyone could be so fucking perfect. A fucking gorgeous knockout, and a magnificent slut , obedient and loyal. 

I watch her as she hops off the last step and looks up at me and smiles. She gives me a little wink when I say nothing but stare, and then spins a 180, her dress twirling around her as she grabs a light white coat from the closet. 

The wink makes my cock twitch, and I realize I'm going to need to fuck her in the back of the car on the way to the meeting at my office. 

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Mila Vos

Our driver for the day Paul greets me with a nod as I slide into the car. I climb into the back and scoot over so Victor can sit beside me. 

As soon as Paul closes the door, Victor is turning and sliding his hand up the bottom of my dress.

"Vic" I laugh slightly as his hand travels up my dress, I place my hand on his through my dress halfway up my thigh. 

"I need your pussy" he groans, pulling at my leg to spread me.

"Still to the office Sir?" Paul asks through the partition. 

"Yes." Victor answers his driver and as the car starts , I reach to the button on the side to rull up the partition but Victor grabs my hand and shakes his head and kisses near my ear. 

"I want him to hear you cum." he tells me and my thighs press together and I feel his devilish smirk against my face.

"Spread your fucking legs Mila" he commands and I whimper, turning my head towards him and he grins as I bite my lip and spread my legs, as I'm told. 

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Victor Vos

She tried to stay quiet, but failed through her orgasm and I enjoyed the way her cheeks flushed red, and also the way Paul's cheeks flushed as he held the door open for us once at the office.  

I place my hand on her lower back and walk with her into the building.  Security is there and I swipe me and Mila in. I nod to the familiar security guy and don't miss the way his eyes linger a bit too long on my wife's legs. I smirk to myself and keep walking with her to the elevators. 

I look at my watch as we get into the elevator.  There's not many people here on the weekends so when Mila and I are in the elevator, and the door shuts. I have to keep my hands to myself otherwise I'll be late to the fucking meeting. 

"Make sure you wash your hands before the meeting." She says and I turn my head and grin as she just looks up at the numbers ticking on the floor screen. I see her lips twitch, fighting a smile. 

"I thought I might let them smell you." I tell her and she looks at me and just shakes her head and I grin. 

"You look beautiful." I tell pull her to my side and lean my head down and kiss the top of her head. 

"Thank you" she says, her one hand lifting to my chest as she tilts her head back and lifts her chin. I lean down and give her what she wants. Her hand comes up behind my neck as she parts my lips before I part hers and I suck on her tongue and then lick her mouth, tasting her sweet minty toothpaste and mouthwash. 

"fuck, you're gonna have me hard while I shake their fucking hands with my pussy fingers" I tell her and she laughs and pulls back. 

"Gross." she says and I grin and peck her mouth again. 

I'm glad she's in a good mood. Glad she's not still on the verge of tears like she seemed to be all morning and last night. It was just another way in which Mila was perfect. She had her tears, but she never carried her bad shit around in public. It was not lost on me how strong it made her, that she did that for me. Aware of how it looked for us if anyone could detect a problem between us.  But really didn't have prroblems, other than the I love you thing. And the fact she hated me on days I was a dick.  But , I know she secretly likes it too, because it's what makes her ride me like a fucking maniac after a "Fight".  

When the doors open , I don't stop kissing her, my hand on her face, the other making it's way down her side. 

"Of course they're making out in the elevator" A voice says , making me cut the kiss short from Mila, and we both turn. I laugh at my colleague  Ben Lockes, as he stands there with our other colleagues Alec Hudson and Jared Frost. 

"Afternoon boss" Jared says nodding to me as I pull myself and Mila from the elevator. And I let out a slight smirk as Ben looks at Mila. Surely missing her. Ben is one of the several men I've shared Mila with. I nod to Jared.

"Glad to be here on a fucking Saturday afternoon" I say shaking Jared's hand. He calls everyone boss, but the four of us are all share holders on Heights Holdings.  

All four of us went to college together , and all four of us started Heights Holdings together, getting it off the ground straight out of college.

"Hello Mila" Jared greets her, then Alec, and then Ben who I give a knowing look to as Mila walks across the hall , and Ben bites the side of his finger. I chuckle. 

Alec and Jared laugh and they know I'm proud to show off Mila, they know I enjoy when men enjoy looking at her. What they don't know is that I let Ben fuck her to save his own marriage. 

He came to me about a year after I'd gotten with Mila, about how the new secretary he'd hired was making him have wandering eyes and thinking about cheating on Melody his wife of twenty years. Ben wasn't a bad fucking guy. He was a good husband, and a good father to their four fucking kids. I didn't judge other men for cheating, it wasn't my fucking thing though. Regardless, when he came to me telling me she'd sent him an upskirt shot of herself at her desk one day.  I'd told him I had a solution. Of course he thought I was joking, then thought I was fucking crazy. But I explained how Mila operated, and how I loved watching her with other men and women. 

Less messy I told him. You dont have to worry about Mila running to tell your wife, or expecting you to leave her and the kids to run away with her.  So every month or so, Ben unloaded with Mila, instead of with his secretary.

"Rothberg is going to be a half an hour more...stuck in traffic." Alec tells me and I grumble and roll my eyes. 

I wave my hand in the air. "If he's any later than that I'll tell him to go fuck himself and the deal." I say and the guys laugh, because we all know I won't because..money. 

"Excuse me, I have to go make out with my wife." I tell them and they chuckle as I walk in the direction of my office. 

"Lucky prick" Jared says, shaking his head. 

I act like I forgot something and turn and point to Ben. "Shit Ben, actually I've got to give you the drive for the files you asked for." I say and he cocks his head and the other two pay barely any attention as they walk the other way. 

"Oh yeah" Ben's eyes light up and he follows me. 

He lets out a breath when we round the corner from the other guys and are out of ear shot. 

"Fuck man" he says shaking his head and loosening his tie. "You don't know how bad I fucking need this." 

I clap a hand on his back. 

"She's been horny as fuck lately." I tell him. 

"When is she not?" he asks and I laugh.

"Touche...but...even more so than normal" I tell him. 

"need me to come over and take her for a spin after work ever, take her off your hands, you just let me know" he says and I laugh. 

"Like hell, I can't fucking get enough." I say and he laughs and we enter my office where she stands back to the door looking out the windows from the 50th floor down at the city. 

Her hands are on the glass and she turns her head when the door opens. 

I see her bite her lip just a little as me and Ben both step in and I smirk, closing the door behind us, and flicking the lock.