EroticReverie

Krystal Hart

After the dinner, I can tell that Leena is trying to get us out of the house. But I overstay my welcome on purpose. Noticing the tight pull of her lips, the forced polite smile as we gather in the sitting room with glasses of wine, our husbands drinking liqour. I watch as Brendan speaks with David. They get along so well, they have plenty in common. It'll be a shame to break David's heart when I leave him for Brendan. I wonder how long it will take me to steal Leena's husband. Another month? Two? 

Leena doesn't like me. It's obvious. Not blatantly, but I know the fake friendly tone she forces with me. Well, I dont like her either. But I'm better at faking it. I pretend not to notice when she narrows her eyes, missing all the warning glares that slip through the facade of a pleasant mask. 

I linger for another half hour, making sure to talk to Brendan as much as possible, while Leena stares daggers at me beside him. Her body leaning into him, claiming him, her hand on his thigh, her body so possesively hanging on his. she's threatened by me. She should be. 

David and I thank them for dinner and then I ask Brendan if he minds giving me  a ride again tomorrow morning. And i see it. The short brief look he gives to Leena. The flare of her eyes as they widen in warning. So they've talked about it. About little old me riding in a car with her husband. 

"Sure, that's fine, of course." Brendan says  and I smile. I apologize for the trouble and assure him it's only tomorrow, and then leave with my husband in tow. 

I smile when I hear the hushed hiss of Leena's voice giving Brendan a "are you fucking kidding me!?" right as the door shuts . 

I smile as I cart my drunk husband back to our house. Clearly she told him he wasnt allowed to give me a ride. But how could he say no to my face? How could he say no to the woman he liked looking at naked? I smirk. Looking over my shoulder through the front window, smirking even wider as I see Leena shaking her finger at him with a look of betrayal on her perfect little face. 

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The next morning I'm waving to a tight jawed Leena as I walk to Brendan's passenger side door and get in. "Morning!" I call to her. She gives a half hearted wave, as she stands there in her robe with a coffee mug in hand and a look of jealousy written all over her face.

The ride goes the same as yesterday, mostly quiet. Brendan eye fucking the hem of my tight skirt with a few stolen glances. The skirt wasn't too short, but I made sure it purposely rode a bit too high up when I sat down, and pretending not to notice the peek of lace at the top of my thigh high stockings. 

As we sat at one of the last red lights. I looked down, my heart rate spiking as his pinky finger wandered from the gear shift , to the side of my thigh. It skimmed just barely. The slightest touch of the tip of his finger. Then it was back near his other fingers. 

No. Don't do that. Don't move your finger. More. Keep touching me. 

I shifted my eyes, to find his on mine. He noticed, that I noticed the touch. I just smiled softly as he looked down to my legs, then back up at me. 

I let my knees fall toward his side of the car, just a little more, moving my thigh closer, just a small fraction of an invitation. 

He looked down, and I watched his face. Then felt his pinky take another touch. His eyes lifting to mine as it did. I just bit my lip slightly, letting him know it was okay to touch me, that I liked it. 

A car honked, and his finger slipped away and cleared his throat shifting and going through the green light. I pretended like it hadn't happened as we pulled into the car garage. 

He parked, the car still on. I sat there with him in silence. Letting him decide if he wanted to touch me again, or apologize for it. Or just forget it, and go into the office like it never happened, and continue my seduction of him slowly till he broke. 

"Fuck Krystal." He sighs and I turn my head. 

"What?" I ask and he looks at me. He shakes his head. 

"Nothing. It's. It's not you. It's me. I...god....did you....do it on purpose?" he asks. 

"do what on purpose?" I ask, knowing damn well what he's asking.

"This morning Krystal....your window was wide open....while you...." He swallows. 

"Oh..no, I....we just...." I say, of the fact I'd fucked David on purpose with the side windows, floor to ceiling, fully open, curtains drawn, bouncing on my husbands cock harder than I have in years. 

His hand moves from the gear shift, and straight onto my thigh and I gasp. 

"Don't lie to me." He says and I curse the tight skirt I'm wearing as I try to spread my fucking legs. His hand slips between them, gripping my inner thigh and I gasp as his eyes come to mine. 

"I...I didn't do it on purpose" I lie again. His nostrils flare and he licks his lips and leans over and I pretend like Im not sure if I want this. Blinking at him from under my lashes. 

"Brendan." I whisper his name and he groans, his hand sliding from between my legs and he leans back away, cursing as he rips his hand away from me. 

"I'm sorry, I...fuck. Please don't...I shouldnt have touched you like that." He says, getting out of the car. 

I open my own door this time , and follow him into the building. Into the elevator. Others joining us. They file out onto their respective floors, and I go to get off the elevator with a few of them. But Brendan's hand grabs my elbow. I turn, look at his hand. then his face. He shakes his head. 

"Come to my office. We should...talk." He says. I nod. The elevator closes.

His secretary greets us both with a smile and I follow him down the long hall to his office. He shuts the door behind us. Walks over to this desk. I watch him as he grabs a small remote. I watch the floor to ceiling glass blink to an opaque white. My pussy fucking dripping under my dress, soaking my panties. 

He walks over to me, looking down the few inches to meet my eyes as I stand there in my tight skirt and blouse and my heels. 

"You sure you didn't do it on purpose?" He asks quietly. I nod. 

His hand lifts to my waist, it hovers, then it lands, firmly, gripping my waist.

"Why are you lying to me?" He asks and I suck in a breath as he slides his hand from my waist behind me, to the small of my back. 

"I....I did it on purpose." I exhale and he groans. 

"This can't......" he starts. "This can't be more than sex. I love Leena. She's my wife."

I nod. Not that way you'll love me once I fuck your brains out, I think to myself. 

"Do you want me to fuck you Krystal?" he asks and I nod. 

"y-yes"  my voice trembles, and im not sure if im faking my nervousness, and how much of it is real. This was really happening. I'd thought it'd take me a bit longer, but clearly I underestimated myself, underestimated just how unhappy he was with Leena. 

"Take your skirt off." He says, stepping back, and I reach behind myself, unzipping and he slides off his suit jacket , laying it over the desk as I slip my skirt down, and he watches it drop to the floor, watches me use the toe of my heel to drag it to the side. 

"Hands on the desk." He nods and I move to the desk, placing my hands on it as Brendan gets behind me. 

I moan as his finger slide under the side of my panties and he pulls them to the side. 

My mouth drops and my eyes roll back as two thick fingers push over my pussy lips and then between them. 

"You're fucking soaked." He groans quietly as he uses his other hand to undo his belt. I nod with a whimper. 

"You really want this, you really, really fucking want this, dont you?" He asks and I nod again. 

"Yes" I answer. 

"Tell me you're on the pill." He says and I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance and I moan. 

"implant" i pant. 

"good." he says and then grabs my hips.

"Dont be loud." He says. 

I gasp sharply as Brendan pushes his thick dick into me, stretching me like I've never been stretched before. 

"Oh!" I cry. 

His hand reaches up, covering my mouth, only the first inch of his cock inside of me. And as soon as my mouth is covered, he pushes the rest into me with a groan. It's not slow, but it's not fast. I moan loudly into his hand. 

"shhh, you'll get used to it" he whispers and my legs shake. His hands drops and I curse softly, head dropping between my shoulders as he grabs my hips and starts to fuck me. I bite back my moans, letting a few slip on purpose. My ass smacking off his hips as he drills me with his cock, a cock wasted on Leena's stupid cunt. Brendan Lively deserved a real woman. He deserved me. 

His hands slide up my silk blouse and over my bra, grabbing my tits as he thrusts a little harder, making me moan a little louder.

"You need to be quiet" he groans and then fucks me harder. 

My mind was officially made up. I didnt want his money, I wanted him. I'd take him, take his cock, take everything from Leena. It'd be a shame to break David's heart this way, but clearly me and Brendan were going to fall in love. I heard him when he said it was just sex, but it wasn't. This was not just sex. I felt how much he fucking wanted me, how much he needed me. I feel how deep he needs to get inside of me as he forces me to take his cock deeper and deeper. 

I cum on his cock. The man couldve stilled inside of me and I would have managed to cum all over his dick. I didnt have to fake it like I did with David, like i did with so many of the men I'd cheated on David with. 

"Tell me to fill your fucking cunt." He groans. 

I tell him to fill me, moaning, shaking as I repeat the words three times, feeling him cum deep inside of me. His one arm around my waist the other on the desk as he leans over me, leaving his dick inside of me as my pussy grips his cock and milks every fucking drop of what's mine. 

I'm panting softly. His arm falling from around my waist. Going to my hip as he pulls out of me slowly. 

"you should go to your office." He says, moving away. Walking to the side of his desk, grabbing a few tissues for him, then sliding the box towards me. I stand there, hands still to the desk. I watch him wipe his big dick clean and then tuck it away. I grab the tissues, cleaning myself, tossing them out.  Grabbing my skirt and pulling it up as he walks around his desk. He looks angry. Im sure he is. He just cheated on his precious little wife with me. I already know what's coming before he even says it. 

"You dont have to....I know....I wont say anything." I say. 

"This can't happen again. I shouldn't have, this was a mistake." He says , I just nod. I knew it would come, the post orgasm guilt of screwing  woman that wasn't your devoted wife. But I also knew, it wasnt a mistake. That it WOULD happen again. 

"I understand." I say softly.

"You should go now." He says gently. 

I nod, and leave the office.

But three days later.....he puts me in the same position over his desk.