EroticReverie

Jackson James -Two days later..

The entire weekend, I was gladly at Peyton's feet, worshipping her, fucking her all over the house, arguing with her and fighting and letting her smack me , letting her love on me, letting her cry, letting her yell and letting her just be whatever she needed to be. Do whatever she needed to do. 

She'd fallen asleep that night to the replaying of our wedding vows, and I'd slept beside her, needing to be able to hear her if she got up or tried to fucking leave, or go anywhere else. 

She was still fucking mad, and wasnt any closer to forgiving me, which I didnt expect to come anytime soon. I'd fucked up "Sweet peyton" for myself,and was well aware I was going to spend the next several months or who knows, maybe even years,  paying for what I'd done. 

When I left the house this morning she'd told me "have a good day with your fucking whore Jackson". No matter how much I insisted I wanted nothing to do with her. But I had wanted nothing to do with her before either, and then...I fucked up. I dont even know how, and the fact I still couldnt give my wife a fucking reason, was pissing her off. 

I dont look at Natalie when I enter the office, but I can see she's wearing all white. Fucking hell.

"Good morning Mister James" she purrs from her desk, going to turn and stand up, and I walk faster, past her and to my office and close the door immediately in her face and lock it. 

Immediately I call Peyton.

"What?" she bites out. 

"I figured you'd want to know she wore white today." I say growling back at her. 

She's silent. I promised her I wouldnt keep anything from her. That I'd stay the fuck away from Natalie, and notify her of anything of interest at all. 

"Are you hard for her Jackson?" she hisses. 

"No." I say honestly. "I didnt even look at her. Or speak to her. I'm telling you because I told you I'd tell you if she was still trying to ...seduce me or whatever..." i mumble.

"is it working? do you WANT to look at her?" Peyton asks. 

"no." I answer honestly. 

"I came in my office, closed the door in her face and locked it." I say.

"Why?" Peyton asks.

"So she cant come in Peyton." 

"Because youll be tempted to fuck her if she does?" She bites out.

"Fucking hell Peyton, no." 

"Dont swear at Me, when youre the one that's fucking around and rubbing your dick on your secretary!" she screams into the phone. 

"jesus christ" I growl. "I locked the door cause i dont want her near me." 

"Because you know your cock wants her" She hisses.

"No. My cock wants YOU." I growl at her. 

"then prove it. Unlock your door and see what happens. If you dont want her, then there shouldnt be an issue Jackson. You should be able to dismiss her and not fucking get a boner like some fucking uncontrolled fifteen year old boy. Right?" she hisses. 

" I dont want to deal with her." I say honestly. 

"Grow up Jackson. this is your fault. YOU did this, and YOU made her think she had a chance. Fuck you. " she says and hangs up the phone.

I put my face in my hands and grumble, Leaving the door locked.  I know Peyron is right, I know that everything is my fucking fault. I entertained Natalie when I shouldnt have, it doesnt matter how much did or didnt happen, it didnt matter than her ass had been in my lap for a total of of maybe ten seconds. It didnt matter. 

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After i'm set up on have replied to some emails , I walk to the door , unlocking it, taking a deep breath and walking back to my desk. 

Natalie calls my phone a few times, I send her a message on the computer to take message sfor all calls for today. An hour later, she's knocking on my office door, when I dont answer, she lets herself right in, peeking around the corner. I look at her this time. 

A white sweater dress, with a thin black belt around the waist that accents her curves. Her nipples are hard through the thin sweater material. Her hem is much shorter than appropriate for work. Yet.....I feel nothing. I recognize all the things she wants me to. Yet, her plump mouth, is just a mouth today. Her body in a cock tease white dress that hugs every inch of her body...my dick behaves. Sure..she looks good. But apparently Ive got my common fucking sense back, and the fact that I'd lost it the other day with her , I think I hated myself more than my wife did right now. 

Natalie walks over with a proud little smirk on her face as my eyes fall over her. Up and down, up and down. Nothing. Fucking nothing. What the hell was I on the other day? 

"You were in a mood this morning Mister James" she teases and I just look at her blankly. 

"care to let me relax you?" she asks as she drops the list of messages of my desk and walks around.

"I care for you to go back to your desk Natalie. Thank you. " I say and wave her off before she can walk all the way around my desk. 

"Oh come on, I missed you at the fundraiser Friday night, you really should give me your cell phone number so I can-"

"Natalie. Go back to your desk. Now. I'm serious. Whatever happened Friday, isnt happening again." I say and she giggles. 

"Oh come on, it's just a little fun" she says. "you were so hard sir" she purrs as she walks around the desk, my dick thankfully not reacting. 

Maybe Peyton had scared my dick to death with her threats of castration, or maybe I just seriously was fucked in the head temporarily that day, or fuck I don't know...but I glare at Natalie. 

"Get out Natalie. Friday was...I dont even know what that fucking was, but I do know, that I dont fucking want it to happen again. Now get out."

"is that why youre sending me to another office? cause you DONT want it, or because youre afraid of how much you DO want it Jackson?" she purrs my fucking name and reaches out to grab my tie, as she places her other hand on my shoulder.

I slap her hand away before it grabs my tie and push her other off my shoulder.

"I'm telling you as nicely as I can Natalie, To get the fuck out." I say and she pouts.

"let me suck you off" she says and starts to get on her fucking knees. 

"Natalie, jesus christ, get the fuck out" I say and back up and roll my fucking chair away from her and she pouts.

"Yeah Natalie. Get the fuck out." another voice says, and my heart jumps as I turn to look at my wife standing in the door way. Arms crossed, glaring fucking daggers I've never seen before at Natalie who is crouched ready to fall to her knees.

"Oh...Miss James, I was just.." she laughs nervously and smooths out her dress as Peyton narrows her eyes on her. 

"Just doing what comes naturally to whores?" Peyton seethes. Standing there looking like fucking heaven on heels with murder in her eyes. Shit. I look down. I was about to get so fucking hard. Peyton was wearing a crisp white, wool blend coat that when to her knees, white heels, her hair up and makeup done, looking like a fucking royal cock tease in that fucking coat. 

"Excuse me?!" Natalie squawks and I watch as Peyton walks over to Natalie as she huffs and puffs with nothing to say. 

"Stay the fuck away from my husband." Peyton snarls at her. 

"It's not my fault you can't keep him satisfied sweetie." Natalie has the fucking audacity to say. I open my mouth to tell her fuck right off but then Peytons hand moves from the jacket pocket and my wife, flips open a fucking switchblade. 

"oh my god!" NAtalie jumps, nearly stumbling back as she screeches as Peyton storms forward and pushes Natalie against the glass window that looks out at the city and then slams her arm over her throat and lifts the knife.

"I will cut your fucking throat if you say another fucking word..SWEETIE" she hisses, thowing the term right back at her. 

Natalie screeches as Peyton holds the knife to her.

"Put the knife down little devil" I say , even though Im hard as fucking steel right now watching her go off like this. She was so fucking crazy, but this, this was fucking new. 

"Go throw your twat at someone elses husband....because this one...is fucking mine....and unless you're willing to lose some fucking blood...i suggest you start sitting your flat fucking ass on someone elses husbands lap...cause i can assure you...im fucking crazy...and im not bluffing, and i will cut your fucking tits off and feed them to you before I ever let you get your fucking slimey little whore hands on my husband ever again. got it? sweetie?" Peyton hisses. 

Natalie whimpers and nods.

"y-yes" she shakes like a fucking leaf. 

"Good." Peyton smiles wickedly, and clicks her fucking knife down and releases Natalie's throat. 

"That was easy." Peyton chirps with a frighteningly sweet smile. 

"now get the fuck out." she drops the smile and glares at her.

Natalie side steps and then makes a dash, stumbling over her heels. 

I sit there slack jawed and stunned, and a lot of turned the fuck on. 

"Now YOU" Peyton hisses and her eyes drop to my lap. 

"That better be for me." she warns through gritted teeth.

"oh, it's for you alright. Fuck." I say shaking my head and then stand and grab her and immediately strip open her coat and groan louder when I find her in white lingerie, the same white lingerie she wore on our wedding night. 

"oh my god" I groan and then dip down and kiss over her breasts. "fuck, i love you" 

"did you get hard for her Jackson?" she asks and I shake my head. 

"not a single bit" I admit and she grabs my hair. 

"i was ready to cut your dick off" she whimpers and I groan.

"i believe it, fuck, that was the hottest thing i've ever seen" I groan and then kiss to her neck and bite it as I push the jacket off her shoulders. 

"i love you fighting for me, threatening her" I groan . 

"DONT fucking make me do it again" she hisses. 

"I wont" I promise as I lift my wife onto the desk and undo my pants. 

"My god, I love you" I groan as she grabs my suit jacket and kisses me as she pushes at my pants with her toes of her heels as I drop them down along with my boxer briefs.

I pull her panties aside and then slide right fucking into her as she moans and I curse as I fill her and she wraps an arm around my neck , wrapping her legs around me, and grabbing at my ass as she lets me inside of her again and again.

"fuck your wife Jackson" she moans. "let that whore hear how much you love your wifes crazy pussy" 

"fuuuuck" I grunt and fuck her harder. 

She slaps me and I groan. 

"Dont ever fucking make me feel like a fucking fool again, do you understand me?" she hisses  grabbing my throat and I grunt and fuck her harder.

"Yes little devil" I groan. 

"I'm going to punish you for it, forever" she hisses.

"go ahead, i'll gladly let you" I pant.

"i'll fucking kill you if you do that to me again" she slaps me again and I nod. 

"and i'll fucking kill myself just to follow you to the fucking grave, cause youll NEVER fucking escape me, do you fucking hear me!?" she yells at me and then bites my lip hard as fuck making it bleed. 

"jesus Peyton" I groan. 

"what, is that too fucking crazy for you, husband?" she hisses and bites my lip again and i curse. 

"no" I shake my head. "fuck, i dont deserve you" I groan and pump my hips harder as I lift her and turn and put her against the glass and she gasps as I drill her harder , her body squeaking against the glass I fuck her up and down it, making her body bounce against it. 

"no you dont" she hiss and then whimpers "but i love you so much" she whines. "fuck, i love you so much" she rides me as hard she can and I go harder, making her scream out. 

"im so mad , but i love you so fucking much" she whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me , moaning into my mouth and lick my bleeding lip and suck it as I groan , turning, and lay her over the desk, pushing shit off the end of it to the floor. 

"I've never deserved you little devil, you love me so fucking good baby" I groan as I pound in her, hand around her throat. 

"nobody can love you like me Jackson" she grits her teeth.

"dont i fucking know it little devil" I grunt and then use my other hand to reach between us and rub her clit as I fuck her on the desk. 

"i love you Peyton James" I groan and she clenches around me.

"I love you so fucking much baby" I grunt as she gasps and holds onto my forearm as my hand grips her throat harder. 

"i'm know a bastard...but god...i fucking love you so much" 

"so fucking much" I repeat. 

"you're my little devil" I groan and she moans. 

"nobody gets to touch you but me" she snarls.

"you're mine" she moans as her back arches as my cock fucks her deeper and she cries out.

"all yours Peyton...i promise" I breathe harder and release her neck and grab her waist with both hands as she arches her back, her gorgeous tits bouncing in her bra and her white lace panties pulls to the side, her garter belt under my hands and the straps dangling around her as she cums on my cock with a loud cry.