The Boss Lady Part III-Rewrite - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part III-Rewrite

... hoped that it wasn’t going to be, “no.” “I don’t know if I should,” he said. “What if we—” “Then we do, Jack…” she interjected. “We’re adults, and if you’re worried about my husband, it’s safe to say that he’s out of the picture for good at this point, so I am going to ask you again… Do you want to come in?” “Fuck it,” Jack said, shaking his head. “Open the garage door.” With his car safely within the confines of her two car garage, Jack and Anita got out. They both walked to the door leading into the house, and Jack watched Anita saunter up the small set of wooden stairs that led from the garage and into the kitchen. The minute he closed the door and walked into the kitchen, he immediately thought back to the last time he was in there. He pictured vividly the way she looked in front of him, on her knees, her face coated in his cum, and the look that was plastered across it. It was a look of a woman so turned on that she could barely contain the lust she was feeling. Her almond-shaped eyes were ablaze with passion, and everything about her at that moment screamed twisted, femininity. His cock started to twitch, and he wondered if there would be a repeat of some sorts tonight after the drinks started to flow. Just like the last time he was there, the first thing Anita did was put her things on the kitchen table, and then walked over to the fridge to grab the wine, the beer, and the vodka. Jack walked over to the cupboard and grabbed the glasses. She pulled the cork from the ...

... wine bottle, and Jack pulled the cork from the vodka bottle. He popped the top off of the beer and she poured her first glass of wine for the evening. Clearly, they both mean business. Before they started to drink their wine and their beer, Jack picked up the two shot glasses and filled them both with the high end vodka. He handed her a shot glass, and he kept the other. He raised his glass, and she responded in kind. “To whatever happens,” he toasted. “To whatever happens,” she replied. They downed the vodka and slammed the glasses on the table. She poured two more shots, and they downed those as well. Anita looked up at Jack, and she felt her pussy tingle at the memory of their last encounter. She thought of how good it felt to ride his face; to grind her hard clit against his masterful tongue, and then to have him blow his load all over her face. Her mouth watered when she thought about the way he tasted, and how much of his cum she had scooped into her thirsty mouth. She felt like such a whore when she showed him the load of cum that he had given her just before swallowing it all. She thought of how badly she wanted it all to happen again, but this time, she wanted him inside of her. “So, what’s up?” Jack asked, bringing her back from her carnal reverie, and for a split second it made her angry. “I don’t know. You tell me,” she said, sipping from her glass of wine. “What do you want to know?” He asked, drinking his own drink and trying to lighten the mood. “Stop playing ...