An Indecent Boardroom Proposal

I claw at the sheets, grasping them tightly, arching my back from ecstasy, and tightly closing my eyes. I allow my body to become entirely consumed by pleasure as I loudly moan while desire courses through my veins. I need—No, I crave more of the sexual delight I'm feeling as a hot wet tongue licks my vagina while soft skilled fingers rub a tantalizing ever-changing tempo against my swollen clitoris, causing my legs to tremble. I place my hand on my husband's head but yank my fingers back as if I've been burned. I don't feel the softness of my husband's short-cropped coily waves.

I peer down as the orgasm is coaxed from my body by this pussy eating magician. Although a beautiful sight to behold, it's not my husband but one of the sexiest fantasies right out of anyone's wildest dreams. I eagerly run my fingers through the silky strands of dark brown wavy hair of none other than my boss, Rabia Salah. My arousal coats her plump, luscious rose-colored lips as she licks, nips, and sucks on my pussy lips, meeting my gaze with her sultry greenish-gray eyes. I shatter into a million pieces, screaming out my release loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Rabia gives me a sly smile running her tongue lightly across my inner thighs, lapping up the remnants of my desire.

I hear a loud laugh that sounds like Everett's deep boisterous voice. I look up but can't seem to spot him anywhere in the room. I shake my head, blinking once, twice, three times, trying to get my eyes to refocus on my surroundings. My eyes take their sweet time adjusting to the soft light of our dimly lit bedroom. My cheeks flush with embarrassment when I look over to Everett's side of the bed and witness him watching me. He's lying on his side, poised on an elbow with a smug smile on his handsome face. I snatch my hand away from between my thighs, rubbing my legs together nervously and feeling the sticky coating of cum dripping down on my bottom half from my sopping wet pussy.

"No need to stop on my account, sweetheart. That must have been one hell of a dream. Amara, you came so hard in your sleep that I thought someone was attacking you. I love to watch your sweet ass cum," Everett teases, bringing my right hand to his face and suckling the leftover cum off my fingers. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a throaty groan of delight. I am mortified! I silently pray to the heavens above that I didn't scream out my boss's name during my earth-shattering orgasm.

Everett's head dips, his tongue slipping between my panting lips, making my body come to life again. I had brushed him off earlier that night, not in the mood for sex, even though my work would separate us for an entire week. Everett wrote it off as me being stressed over my promotion to the executive assistant of the CEO of the brewery company I've worked for since graduating college. It wasn't like me not to be the eager doting wife willing to let my husband fuck me anywhere, anyway, and anyhow that pleased him. However, my guilt-riddled mind wouldn't allow me to push him away this time. I couldn't refuse him after cuming so hard from a dream of my boss giving me the best head of a lifetime. It wasn't that I wasn't attracted to Everett. He was hot as fuck. My sexy husband was a complete and utter panty dropper with his masculine square jaw, lean muscle-toned body, and smooth copper-brown skin. It was just I sometimes felt more attracted to women. Something I'd never breathe to a single soul in fear of sending my traditional Thai parents to an early grave if they ever found out my deepest darkest secret. I had been married to Everett for three years, and they were just coming to terms with the fact that I married my Black college sweetheart, not an Asian American man, from a traditional Thai family.

I tried to ground my mind to stay present better during sex with my sweet husband. Yet, when I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my erotic breathwork, plump lips, long, thick wavy hair, and my boss's beautiful face flooded my thoughts. Everett rolled one of my erect nipples between his fingers as he palmed and sucked on my other breast, ripping my mind away from its wayward thoughts. He lazily ran his big palm down my body, humming to himself as he gathered my wetness to lubricate my clitoris and vagina. My skin felt hot and overly sensitive from my most recent orgasm as my husband readied my body for his dick. He spread my thighs wide, cradling himself between them, and anchored my feet to the center of his back. Everett let out a loud throaty groan as he pushed himself into the slick folds of my hot wet center. I stared into space over his shoulder as he moved inside me, sucking on my neck and palming my breasts as I mentally checked off the numerous tasks on my to-do list for my work trip.

I mindlessly rocked my hips to match my husband's slow lovemaking, stifling a yawn as I felt his big body begin to tense. I voluntarily clenched my muscles around his dick in a Kegel motion to not only make him cum faster but to emulate the convulsions of my pussy involuntarily contracting when I orgasm. I let out a loud throaty scream as I feel his slimy semen squirt inside of my channel. Yes, I'm guilty as charged. I fake an orgasm from time to time with Everett rather than tell him I'm not always interested in fucking him because it can be a total bore.

He rolls away from me, coated in a thin layer of sweat, panting to himself after sexual exertion. I move to my side, facing him, giving him a small smile, and whispering, "I love you, baby. I'm going to miss you the week that I'm away." He kisses me softly before turning off the bedside lamp and plunging us into darkness. He wraps his body around mine, resting his chin on the top of my head, and his breathing becomes shallow as he falls back to sleep. I lay there, unable to fall back to sleep, fearful of the dreams my mind might conjure. A week in the presence of my gorgeous boss, twenty-four-seven, would make this week tough. Especially after that hot fucking dream. Butterflies danced in my stomach as I contemplated whether it was worth trying to weasel out of this work trip. Fuck! It was too late to excuse myself and maintain my pristine professional record. I palm, my face exasperated. How would I look her in the eyes without drenching my panties, becoming tongue-tied, and blushing scarlet red? This would be one hell of a week and a very long business trip for me.

Thank God! I had made it to the end of the alcohol distribution convention without making a complete ass out of myself in front of my boss, who just also happened to be the CEO of Sapphire Aleworks, the most popular female-led brewery in the nation. In fact, I had helped Rabia slay every networking event, presentation, and negotiation like a total bad bitch. We were quickly becoming one of the best female duo teams in this male dominant industry, making me love every second of my new job role more than I'd ever imagined possible.

Per usual, like any work convention, it ended with a huge party in the ballroom of the hotel that hosted the event. I sucked on the cocktail straw of my third sour apple martini, swaying my hips to the Drake song booming through the party's speakers. I felt tipsy and warm from the alcohol but in an overall great mood. I was excited to leave Milwaukee and head back home to Madison because I'd truly missed Everett this week. Maybe, I just needed a little distance to get horny for my husband. I hadn't had too many dreams about Rabia this week. I mean, it's definitely a mood killer, no matter how hot a person is, to have them yelling at you or breathing down your neck. Hostility can work wonders on killing your lady boner for your super sexy boss. Okay, so maybe Rabia, in her total boss-bitch mode, had me escaping to my room when I could to have a little TLC with my infamous rose toy. But hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right? At least those euphoric escapes allowed me to keep my cool in her presence all week.

Speak of the devil, and she will appear. I almost choke to death when swallowing my cocktail to keep from spitting it all over the floor. Rabia Salah does not simply walk. A beautiful specimen like her glides into the party, attracting the attention of every man and woman in the room. Her beautiful dark hair is slicked back into a sleek bun, not a hair out of place. Who knew earlobes could be so sexy? The woman wore diamond-encrusted yellow gold earring crawlers showcasing the sex appeal of those ears. Rabia wore an expensive yellow-gold cuff statement necklace around her slender, delicate neck. My mouth went dry. My nipples stiffened with every step she took in her gold Giuseppe Zanotti Darsey heels, causing her large, beautiful breasts to jiggle. The body-hugging designer beige midi dress gripped her mouthwatering curves perfectly and made her olive skin glow.

Like every other mortal in the presence of a goddess, I couldn't keep my eyes off the breathtakingly gorgeous Rabia Salah. Rabia's greenish-gray eyes spot me from across the room, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps as our eyes collide. She gives me a slight wave with a wink before heading in my direction. I stand up straighter trying to compose myself, but as Rabia nears, I can't even remember my own name. This Egyptian bombshell smites me. Rabia's eyes are glazed over as if she's been drinking for a while and can barely keep focus. She stumbles a little on her heels, pulling my petite frame into her amazonian stature, sending me to heaven. I get a whiff of the expensive orange blossom and vanilla scent wafting from her body. I've never wanted to shove my tongue down someone's throat as much as I want to kiss Rabia's perfect glossy pout. My pussy gushes with arousal from being in such close proximity to her. Wow! When the alcohol started to flow freely, my boss got very handsy, but I didn't mind the attention. I loved every second of it.

"Oh, look at you, Amara! You look absolutely beautiful, darling," Rabia leans down, whispering in my ear as her hand brushes and lingers on my lower back. Rabia stares deeply into my eyes, making me hold my breath as she gently strokes a piece of my hair behind my ear. My pussy becomes incredibly slick with arousal. The gentle caress causes my clitoris to throb in sexual want. I don't think I've ever been so sexually attracted to anyone like I am to Rabia Salah. We spend the next hour tossing back shots, talking about life, and getting drunk off our asses. Rabia definitely knows how to party when she lets her hair down at these convention events. I can't help but fan girl over her as she keeps me tucked at her side for the rest of the night while she schmoozes with the big wigs and important people in the alcohol and spirits industry.

As the party begins to wind down, Rabia places her hand a few inches too low on my lower back, sending hot ribbons of desire zinging up my spine as she lightly draws circles with her nails, leaving me feeling exposed. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Maybe I'd mistaken her kindness and friendliness for flirtation. But, as she continued touching me, perhaps it wasn't wishful thinking. I cover my mouth to stifle a yawn as the fatigue finally kicks in from my busy work week. Noticing me begin to tire, Rabia directs us towards the exit as she says her goodbyes to various associates who continue to party the night away.

Once in the elevator, she stands so close to me that our bodies practically touch. Rabia leans into me, our lips a whisper apart, her big greenish-gray eyes darting between my whiskey-brown gaze and my bright red lips. She abruptly straightens when the elevator slows to a stop, dings, and the heavy doors swoosh open. Upon exiting, Rabia swirls around, commanding, "Follow me to my room. I just remembered I need to discuss an important business matter with you that can't wait until Monday. Also, there's no sense in going to the office tomorrow when we can discuss it now." She doesn't wait for my response nor watches to see if I follow her.

Both our heels click on the marble floors of the five-star hotel as we walk towards her penthouse hotel suite. I anxiously hold my breath, my heart practically beating out of my chest as she slides the key card into her hotel door, unlocking it. We enter the grander living space of her hotel suite. The hotel room door shuts behind me as a thousand thoughts of hopes and wishes swirl around my mind in its drunk haze. I've been in hotel rooms before with my boss, but it never felt like this moment. The room is sizzling with sexual tension causing my pussy to clench and drench. My chest began to lightly heave as I waited for her to explain to me what business matters were so important that they couldn't wait. Rabia turns to face me, allowing me to thoroughly soak in the magnitude of her flawless genetics. She's drop-dead gorgeous. My mouth goes dry from her beauty, making it easy for her to entangle me in her web of seduction.

Rabia beckons me to the bar. I follow her lead feeling socially inept while she pours us both another drink. She pushes my long hair behind my shoulder, questioning, "Your skin is so rosy and flush baby doll. Are you warm from the liquor? Or something else?" She grazes her finger over my cheek, audibly causing my breath to catch in my throat. Rabia gives me the sexiest seductive smirk as her flirty actions knock my world off its axis.

"I-I I'm unsure," I squeak. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as she steps closer, stroking my breasts with her index finger. In a ghost of a whisper, her hand is gone as if I'd only imagined she'd caressed my body in such a sexually suggestive manner.

"I brought you here because I wanted to remind you that you signed an NDA," Rabia starts, and I nod my head in confusion as she continues, "So, whatever happens in this room, doesn't leave it, baby doll. Do you understand?" I nod my head even more, confused about what legal jargon or financial analyst update she'd be giving me that my drunken state wouldn't be able to comprehend at this moment, let alone remember come normal work hours. Fuck! If only they made cocktail dresses with pockets. I should've known I'd always needed something with me to take notes.

Rabia surprises me when the next series of not so work environment friendly propositions fall from her sexy pout, "Do you want me to kiss you? Will you let me taste that pussy of yours and more?"

I don't respond. Consequences be damned! I wasn't going to miss this opportunity to bring my many sexual fantasies to life, which always cast her as the leading lady. I close the short distance between us, grabbing her face between my hands and slamming my lips to hers in the most brazenly passionate kiss of my life. Unlike a man, I taste the sweetness of her gloss. It's much better than any kiss I've ever shared with the opposite sex. It's sweeter and softer than any kiss I've ever experienced. Rabia Salah is a damn good kisser on top of being an unapologetically bad bitch in the business realm. Her soft full lips feel better than any kiss with her I've tried to imagine, which has clouded my thoughts these past months. Her tongue licks into my mouth, deepening the kiss and making me feel weak in the knees.

As our tongues tango, our hands explore every inch of each other's delicate skin and soft curves. I hear my zipper lower, feeling the halves of my dress fall off my shoulders and to my elbows. Rabia breaks our kiss, spinning me around to face away from her. She runs her hot wet tongue around the edge of my ear, down my jawline, and to my neck. She begins sucking and kissing my neck as she palms my nipples massaging my breasts in a circular motion. I let out a low throaty moan because the sensation makes my desire coat the tiny lace panties. Rabia pulls the dress slowly down my body, undressing me and admiring my body until I'm standing in nothing but heels.

Rabia takes my small hand in hers, escorting me to the suite's bedroom. The only light in the room is the moonlight that casts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite. Rabia gently pushes me back on the feather-soft king-size mattress.

"Hold your legs back by the ankles. Spread those pussy lips wide for me, baby," Rabia instructs as I place my legs up in the air and bend them back in the happy baby yoga pose. My knees practically sit at my ears, causing me slight discomfort as Rabia gets undressed. Rabia straddles herself over my face, gently sitting her pussy astride my mouth. Oh shit! Oh shit! This was really happening. Fuck! I've never licked a kitty cat before, and I don't want to ruin this moment. I calm my mind, purring as I experimentally lick her tangy sweetness from the tip of her mound to her perineum. She lets out a sexy little moan grinding ever so slightly on my mouth, chasing the direction of my tongue.

Rabia toys with my nipples, causing them to become so hard and so erect. Skillfully, like in many of my fantasies, she grazes my nipples with her nails, sending a shiver of sexual electricity over my body. She kneads the peaks between her thumb and index finger until they're overly sensitive. She caresses my pussy, gently stroking between my outer pussy lips and my mound before diving in between my soaking wet folds causing me to squirm as she expertly goes to town on eating my pussy. Rabia grinds on my face as I suck her clitoris as she explores my pussy with her tongue and lips.

I feel Rabia's body begin to convulse, and the vibrations from her moans against my swollen, sensitive clit send me over the edge as she swirls her tongue around my clitoris while sliding two fingers in and out of my hot wet channel. I come hard as fuck around her tongue, convulsing and screaming my climax against her pussy as she continues to sit on my face.

"Ahhh. That felt so damn good. Give me a second. While I go grab something I think we'll both enjoy," Rabia gleefully states, tugging at my nipples before dismounting off my face and heading towards the closet. I drop my legs that feel like Jell-O, kicking off my heels and scooting back to the middle of the giant bed. My head is still swimming from the earth-shattering orgasm she gave me with the flick of her tongue and, of course, from the alcohol.

"Shit," I exclaim, rubbing my eyes and allowing them to adjust to the light of the room. Upon Rabia's return, she turned on the lights. I feel my stomach do cartwheels with anticipation as my empty core clenches at what Rabia is holding in her hands. She has returned with lube, what looks like a double-ended dildo, and a Hitachi wand.

"This is going to be so much fun. Trust me. I will take the lead," Rabia assures me. She hops onto the bed next to me, causing her big, beautiful tits to jiggle, making my pussy wetter. She places the toys beside us on the bed leaning in to kiss me, which helps calm my nerves. She pulls away from me, grabbing the double-ended dildo and lubing the toy so it'll glide into us with ease. Rabia pushes me on my back, spreading my pussy lips wide, tonguing my hot wet center with a few French kisses before inserting the toy into my hot wet center. She spreads her pussy lips wide, inserts the dildo into her glistening wet pussy, and uses a remote control to amp up the vibrations. She anchors it between us with her hand, and I follow her lead. I move back and forth. The vibrating dildo tethers us together in a dance as old as time but with a sensual girl-on-girl twist to it. I allow Rabia to set the rhythm as it deliciously massages the walls of my pussy.

Watching Rabia Salah gasping in pleasure while she toys with her nipples is a beautiful sight. Rabia lets go of the double-ended dildo to turn on the Hitachi wand. She cranks it up, rubbing it against my clitoris as I fuck the dildo hard, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. My legs begin to shake from the stimulation of the vibrating dildo on my G-spot and the Hitachi wand on my clit. My legs twitch so much that I feel like I might jackknife off the bed from pleasure. I see stars cuming so loud that my moans of pleasure ricochet off every wall of the hotel suite. I watch in delight as Rabia throws back her head, screaming out her orgasm, climaxing just as hard. Rabia disentangles us both from the vibrating dildo, hopping off the bed to clean the items in the bathroom.

I head toward the living room and grab my clothes to return to my room, but I'm halted by Rabia's hand on my shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going, Amara? I'm a cuddler, baby doll, "Rabia says, stroking my cheek and leading me back to the bed. She tosses back the covers, and we both crawl underneath the warm cocoon of the bedding. Rabia scoots behind me, kissing my hair and taking on the big spoon position. I feel Rabia drift off to sleep behind me, but the realization hits me before I close my eyes.

Fuck!

Everett.

I absolutely loved every second of Rabia fucking me into the sweetest oblivion. Also, I crossed my heart, hoping this wasn't just a one-time hookup, but it dawned on me. I was a married woman and had just entered an important matrimony danger zone of cheating on my husband. I lay there in bed, sobering up from the tough decisions I'd have to make about this situation. As my eyes became heavy and my mind tired, I settled on the fact that what Everett didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

"Hey babe, I just wanted to call to let you know that I'd be working late again tonight," I lie through my teeth to Everett. It had been about three weeks since my work trip. Three weeks of letting Rabia fuck my brains out in the office, at her house, in her car, at bars, if you name a place and location in Madison, chances are we fucked there. My boss and I were having a full-fledged affair, and the sex got better and better each time. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. I had only slept with my high school boyfriend on prom night before having sex with Everett, and I'd never had sex with any women. Who knew fucking a woman would become my favorite drug? Rabia Salah was my addiction. She had become a terrible habit that was hard to break. I was eager to get off the phone with my husband to get my next hit like a crackhead.

"Damn, wow. It must be some project. Well, I won't wait around for you. I'll grab food on my way home from work. Please let me know once you leave the office. I love you," Everett responds, ignorant of the truth. I feel a sharp pain in my chest from the worry I hear in my husband's voice. Earlier this week, he expressed concern about me working too hard in my new role. Little did he know that I wasn't working too hard, just getting my back blown out by my new boss.

"I love you, too," I respond, feeling like a fraud. My guilt was slowly gnawing away at my conscience. Blood roared in my ears whenever I lied to Everett, similar to the beating of the heart in Edgar Allen Poe's poem. I just hoped I wouldn't get so eaten up by guilt like that man and end up with the same ill fate.

"Amara, get your ass in my office now," Rabia beckons me. It was well past work hours, and Rabia was rolling the security footage to ensure we wouldn't get caught during our late-night rendezvous.

"Looks like everything is all clear, and we are the only people left on the floor," Rabia states, turning to smile at me.

I lift my skirt around my waist, revealing my nakedness beneath it, teasing, "No panties, just like the boss ordered. Also, the vibrating G-spot toy is still in, as you demanded, even after you tortured me with it from your phone in the last meeting of the day. Real professional, boss." A huge pearly white smile breaks across Rabia's face taking my breath away. I sit on the edge of Rabia's desk, spreading my thighs wide with my heels propped up on her desk, just like she enjoys. I smile as I witness lust flicker in her eyes as she swipes her fingers through my glistening wet pussy and sucks my arousal into her mouth.

"So sweet, baby. Your pussy is dripping wet, and it's all for me," Rabia praises me, taking a step closer. I taste my arousal on her lips as she kisses me deeply, trapping my head to hers, nipping at my bottom lip, causing me to groan. Rabia kisses her way down my chin while unbuttoning my blouse. She rips my blouse down my shoulders and pulls down the cups of my bra to thrust my breasts up to her. She licks down between my small breasts, circling her tongue over the tops while palming them before sucking my nipples into her mouth until they're so hard and so erect. I beg her for more pleasure, more affection, more everything as my pussy tightens in sexual need around the Bluetooth G-spot vibrator.

Rabia licks her way up from my nipples to my neck, switching through the vibration variations with the app on her phone as she slowly nibbles my neck and shoulders. She thrusts her tongue down my throat, kissing me roughly as she tortures my nipples. She tugs, flicks, slaps, and harshly caresses my nipples to the beat of the G-spot vibrator. The pleasure is so surreal, coupled with the sensations coursing through my body from the sex toy. I don't know how I manage it, but I break the kiss to bite down on my lip to muffle my screams of ecstasy. I throw back my head to groan silently in pleasure, careful not to scream down the office walls.

Rabia bites and sucks on the tops of my breasts, kneading my overly sensitive, stiffened, elongated nipples until I squirm so hard that I almost topple off her desk. Rabia turns up the vibrations of the sex toy to its fastest speed and strongest vibration level. I grab the edge of her desk so hard my knuckles turn white as I pant, "Please, Ms. Salah, let me cum. I'm dying. I can't take it any longer. Please let me cum, boss, please." I feel my pussy juices dripping all over Rabia's desk. It's become like a Slip ‘N Slide the way my needy pussy is soaking, throbbing, and clenching in need of a sexual release.

"Well, you did ask nicely. So, I'll give you just what you need," Rabia taunts. Rabia works me over with her fingers, stroking up and down and in a circular motion on my clitoris. She pushes my small breasts together, providing her easier access to suck both nipples until they're puffy and pleasurably sore. When I can't take any more of her nipple torture, Rabia licks her way down my torso, causing me to moan as she swirls her tongue in my belly button. Then she peppers kisses on my lower stomach before licking my mound and nibbling my hips. I feel my orgasm begin to build, and I shout her name as I cum hard. But Rabia isn't finished. She works me into another orgasm by changing the vibration of the wireless vibrator to a pulsating sensation and sucking on my clitoris until I feel lightheaded.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! I think I'm going to piss myself," I screech out as clear liquid squirts from my pussy. It covers the desk, and a little of my fluids shoot onto her blouse. Wow. Just like my dream. Rabia is a fucking pussy magician. I didn't even know I could squirt. Rabia lets out a sexy little chuckle, stopping the vibrations and pulling out the toy. Rabia kneels before me, burying her head between my thighs to lick up my climax while alternating between teasing my nipples and playing with my clitoris. Oh, fuck! My skin feels stretched too tight, and every ounce of my body feels like it's on fire and overly sensitive.

 I go to push Rabia away from me and tell her I tap out, but before I can, we both freeze, thinking that we heard footsteps at the door near my desk near the entrance of her C-suite office. Rabia stands up, wiping her mouth, and peeks outside her office door. I quickly stand up, making myself presentable, buttoning my blouse and smoothing out my skirt.

"It was nothing and no one. It might've been just the building settling or something," Rabia shrugs, but I shake my head. I kiss her goodbye and rush out of her office, feeling unsettled. I don't think I was just hearing things. I always trust my intuition, and I feel like we may have been caught in the throes of passion. My heart sinks because I have no earthly idea what to do if someone finds out about me and Rabia's affair.

I decided to put some distance between Rabia. Especially if someone from the office may have witnessed something, they shouldn't have the night we fucked in her office. It felt good to be home with Everett. Rabia may be the better screw, but my husband was way better company. Plus, I loved and missed him. Also, selfishly, I had decided to spend more time with him so he wouldn't get suspicious about my comings and goings. It also eased my guilty conscience. The more time I spent with Everette and the less time I spent with Rabia, I felt less guilty and less like I was jeopardizing my marriage. And what the fuck was I thinking? Why would I think it was a good idea to have an affair with my boss, of all people? I pushed my Spaghetti Bolognese around my plate, deep in thought. If I were honest with myself, I had been thinking about ending things with Rabia, anyway. It didn't seem like such a bad idea, either, as I began spending less time outside of work with her. My husband is an amazing man who didn't deserve anything less than a partner dedicated to this marriage. I needed to be able to look at myself in the mirror, and I couldn't while living this double life of deception.

"Is everything okay? You haven't been acting like yourself these past few days," Everett asks, concerned, grabbing my hand and furrowing his brows together.

Damn. I guess I'd been doing a shit job hiding my concern about everything happening between Rabia and me. Or being with Everett for the past five years had made the man adept to all of my tells of when something wasn't quite right.

I shrug my shoulders, responding nonchalantly, "Oh, you know, just work stuff." Everett catches my attention when he gives a derisive snort.

"Oh really, like what? Letting your boss eat your pussy on top of her desk? I mean, if that's what you call working late on a big project, then please, Amara, count me in," Everett replies with a roll of his eyes.

I go as still as a statue. My whole body tensing up and freezing in a shock response. How could he know? Shit! Did a coworker we mutually know somehow see me with Rabia in a compromising position? It's a small world.

"I-I don't understand," I say quietly, shoveling pasta into my mouth and trying to gather my thoughts.

"Yeah, I didn't either. So, let me paint you a picture. I was concerned my wife wasn't properly eating while working all these late hours. Stupid me, right? I go to grab her favorite Chinese food and think, you know, instead of leaving it for her when she gets home, I'll surprise her with dinner. Well, security let me upstairs, and I saw the sexiest scene of my life. Two beautiful women fucking the shit out of each other. It was like I had stepped onto the set of a 90s porno. I was disappointed, shocked, and couldn't believe my eyes. I needed time to process what I thought I saw, so I left. I told security I didn't see my wife and gave him my wife's dinner as a thank you for letting me into the building after hours and left," Everett explained. I took a large sip of Merlot before meeting his gaze. But when I peered across the table at my handsome husband, his eyes were normal. He wasn't unemotional or furious. He was his usual chill and collected self. You think he was rehashing a story of one of the many times that I forgot to pick something up from the grocery store.

"Everett, I can expl-"I started, but he held up his hand to cut me off. I sit back, not knowing how to navigate this foreign territory. I would grovel if needed. I didn't want our relationship to end. Now more than ever, in one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life, I realized how much my husband and our marriage meant to me.

"She's a gorgeous woman, Amara. Plus, I recently knew something was off in our sex life but didn't know how to approach the subject. So, I'm not too surprised it's someone else. I am a little shocked it's your boss, but I have one crazy question for you that's been eating away at me since that night," Everett asks inquisitively, taking a sip of his wine.

"Ask me anything," I respond. I feel the bile rise in my throat, and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest. I take a few deep breaths preparing myself for the worst.

"You think she'd be game for a threesome? I wasn't lying to you when I said I wanted in. My suggestion would be to invite her to dinner, and maybe, we can feel her out on the topic. I mean, that way, you can have your cake and eat it, too. But also, I'd be getting something out of having a lying, cheating wife. You understand, don't you," Everett slyly questions, venom seeping into his words.

I'm stunned into silence. I'm speechless as I stare across the dinner table at my husband, trying to wrap my head around his request.

 I take the cool ceramic pie holder out of the freezer with sweaty palms. I've been nervous since the second Rabia rang our doorbell. Rabia's flirtatious laughter floats through the dining room to the kitchen, feeling like music to my ears. My nipples instantly pebble in arousal from the sound of her lyrical voice. It was unsurprising that Everett and Rabia were getting along so well. Everyone loved Everett! On top of being insanely sexy, he could simply wet every woman's panties in a room by charisma. He is an extremely likable, charming man. That's how he won my heart when we were dating in college. My hands tremble, and my heartbeat roars in my ears as I walk back to the dining room table with the Key Lime pie for dessert.

I sit down by Everett, the heat of his palm on my lower back causing me to tremble with fear. I close my eyes, trying to compose myself. I am having trouble coming to grips with the fact that I have agreed to my husband's demand to ask my boss to have a threesome with us. It was already fucking insane that I'd had an affair with her. So, feeling backed into the corner and not wanting to lose my husband, I found myself agreeing to this surreal dinner. I feel like I am in an episode of Stranger Things as I watch my husband and boss flirt with each other across my dinner table.

"You're married to a beautiful man with a great personality, Amara. He reminds me of my first husband," Rabia compliments Everett, not only stroking his ego but his nice muscular chest with her fingers. I feel a burning in the pit of my stomach, not sure if it's nerves or envy. I couldn't possibly be jealous of my husband and lover getting along.

Right?

That's just fucking insanity!

I plaster a shaky fake smile on my face, my eyes yo-yo-ing between these two strikingly gorgeous individuals.

Everett's topaz brown eyes light up to a honey brown, a broad grin spreading across his face that reveals a delectable dimple in his cheek. My sex-fevered brain makes me reconsider the nervousness I feel churning in my stomach because being the center of a Rabia and Everett sandwich wouldn't be the worst outcome of events. Everett turns to me, saying, "Rabia and I were trading wild college stories, and she told me something interesting from her modeling days."

I quirked my eyebrow, giving Rabia a puzzled look which she responded to with a sexy wink. Everett grabs my clammy hand, continuing, "She told me when she was in her mid-twenties, like us, that she was a unicorn."

A unicorn? What the fuck did mystical creatures have to do with my husband wanting to fuck the shit out of Rabia and me?

"Judging by your confused expression Amara, you and the pretty boy over here must keep it extra vanilla between the sheets. Basically, as a unicorn, couples paid me to be a third person in their bed or relationship. So group sex and threesomes are kind of my things," Rabia explains, filling in the gaps of my limited knowledge about sex and the various sexual lifestyles I didn't know existed. My eyes widen in shock at Rabia's explanation because I am learning that she's more adventurous and experienced in bed than I'd expected. Yet, it wasn't that surprising because Rabia exudes the confidence of an otherworldly woman.

Everett takes her response as the leeway he needs to bring up the real reason we’ve asked Rabia to dinner, nonchalantly inquiring, "Did you enjoy these threesomes?"

Rabia's eyes dart between Everett and me before throwing back her head in laughter. Her hand looks so dainty compared to Everett's massive hands as she places hers over his and responds, "Why, of course! Whoever said three's company was very wrong, sweetheart." The air in the room shifts as a lust-filled look passes between my boss and husband, making my body flush with sexual heat. Rabia isn't an idiot. I'm sure from the time I invited her for dinner with my husband to me bringing out the dessert, she knew why she was here. Yet, it still surprised me when the following words slipped from between her luscious pout, "So, pretty boy, I'm assuming you want to fuck your wife and me. If so, then I'm all for it." Rabia stands up and glides toward Everett in her Christian Louboutin Iriza heels like a fucking goddess. She leans down, her delicious orange blossom and vanilla scent filling my nostrils as she passionately kisses my husband. My chin hits the ground in shock while I watch my boss brazenly kiss my husband fervently. Rabia took my silence and the direction of Everett's question as an invitation of sorts. I felt like I'd been slapped in the face, almost like she was exerting dominance over me not only in our affair but in my home. As if she felt she was the boss of me in every aspect of my life. I wasn't sure how I felt about her if this were a power play.

Rabia breaks the kiss allowing Everett to breathlessly stutter, "Well, let's skip dessert. Shall we head to the bedroom?" Both of their heads turn in my direction, causing me to feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. Afraid of the words that would tumble out of my mouth at this moment, I give a quick nod of my head. Everett takes Rabia by the hand before extending his free palm to me with an encouraging smile. I meet his excited gaze, and my heart flips. Maybe I wasn't the only one that had become bored with our sex life? Especially by the way my husband's face is currently lit up like a kid on a snow day. I take a lungful of air, placing my hand in my husband's as he whisks Rabia and me to our bedroom.

Once we step foot into the bedroom, I feel like I've entered a furnace. I feel my skin overheat as desire pools between my thighs. I feel feverish from the overload of emotions swirling in my head. Goodness. I hope I don't ruin their fun and faint before the fucking even begins. Or wait? What if they fuck with me passed out on the floor? Who knows what kinky shit may get Rabia's pussy soaking wet.

"Amara, baby doll. Don't be shy. This will be fun, trust me," Rabia whispers in my ear, brushing my hair behind my shoulder and lowering the spaghetti straps of my bright red polka-dotted minidress down my narrow shoulders. I feel my nipples tighten and become erect under her and my husband's gazes. Due to my small chest size, I wore no bra under the padded cups of the dress. Rabia elicits a whimper from my throat as her hot wet mouth begins to suckle on one of my pert nipples. I grab her slender forearms for support, tossing back my head as she tortures my nipples with her hot wet, highly skilled lips and tongue.

My eyes connect with Everett, who’s lounging on the edge of the bed in complete rapture at the sight of my boss pleasuring me. His pupils are blown to the size of saucers; his eyes completely darken to a coal-black by desire. Absent-mindedly, Everett strokes the impressive imprint of his hardening dick covered by his khaki chinos. My mouth goes bone dry as every fiber of my body relaxes when I watch Rabia sink to her knees before me. Goosebumps cover my heated flesh in anticipation of Rabia's next sensuous act on my body. My dress and thong flitter to the rug in one swift slide down my hips. Without Rabia having to ask, I widen my stance, my body convulsing as her tongue makes contact with the mound between my legs.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I let out a throaty groan, forgetting about everything but the feel of Rabia's tongue and lips lapping up my pussy juices as she licks her tongue between my slick folds. Rabia sucks on my clitoris while rubbing the tip of her pointer finger gently around the entrance of my hot wet core. The light massage makes my clitoris throb more as she warms up my body, causing me to get wetter and wetter. I let out a yelp of frustration when she pulls away from me. I peer into her breathtakingly gorgeous face becoming more turned on by my arousal glistening on her lips like a luxury lip gloss.

Rising from her haunches, she walks over to Everett and straddles his lap. The skirt of her designer maxi dress pulled taut against her tight firm ass. "Taste the sweetest juices from your wife's pretty pussy, pretty boy," Rabia teases, sliding her tongue into Everett's mouth. Everett grabs her by the neck with his left hand and guides her body back and forth across his lap. I watch enthralled, rubbing two fingers in a slow circular motion across my sensitive pulsing clitoris as my husband dry humps my lover. Rabia breaks the kiss, sliding off Everett's lap, and quickly undresses. A low throaty whistle escapes Everett's throat as he admires Rabia's curvaceous naked body. Rabia gives me a salacious smile holding out her hand to me.

I walk over to Rabia, who's clearly running the show, which is a relief, and I would be surprised at anything less from her. Due to her personality being way more dominant than my docile demeanor and Everett's laidback persona. Rabia holds my hand in one of her hands while she uses the other to guide my leg onto Everett's broad shoulder. Everett sends me a sly smile making me even more at ease with the situation. I take my hand from Rabia and place it on Everett's shoulder in a firm hold to balance myself.

"Now it's your turn to eat Amara's tasty pussy," Rabia instructs Everett, sending ribbons of desire down my spine as she slides her fingers down my back, between my butt cheeks, and stopping at my perineum to stroke it. Everett's face disappears between my thighs as he devours my pussy like a starving man. This may not be so far from the truth since we hadn't been having habitual sex because I was so on edge about tonight's dinner. I dig my nails into his shoulder blade, groaning out my pleas of pleasure as he torturously nibbles on my pussy lips before sucking my swollen clitoris into his mouth as his main course. My body goes into a sensory overload, tensing as Rabia enters my hot wet center with two fingers and begins to stroke my G-spot. I'm tethered between the two on a cliff of ecstasy. Tossing my head back, surrendering to the pleasure, I press Everett's head against my clit and mound as I ride the fuck out of my husband's face.

I feel my body race towards climax, my belly tightening, as my core clamps down around Rabia's expert fingers. I scream out my orgasm as I cum hard, but neither my husband nor Rabia lets up on their actions. Everett sucks on my overly sensitive clitoris harder while Rabia strokes more vigorously at my G-spot. Adding to her delicious torture, she wraps her free hand into my long thick jet black hair, angling my body in a pose that gives her mouth access to my rock-hard nipples—their combined efforts sending me over the edge in another earth-shattering orgasm. I feel like I splinter into a million pieces as my senses spiral into overload, causing my arousal to erupt from my body like the famous Versailles Apollo fountain. I squirt until I feel my legs begin to buckle underneath me.

Everett catches me before I fall over and gently lies me on the bed. After a couple of minutes, I peek through heavy lids, witnessing Everett's mystified expression. His expression of awe is quickly followed by complimenting words about how excited he is about his wife's hidden squirting talent. Rabia gives him a smug smirk and rolls her eyes at me while she mouths the word “men” to me, sending me into a fit of giggles. As I raise myself to my elbows, I realize that somewhere between me being pleasured within an inch of my life and opening my eyes, Everett has undressed. I think I might have died and gone to heaven. My husband's gloriously naked body standing next to Rabia's staggering good looks was quite the sight to behold. Everett walks over to our dresser, retrieves a discrete black velvet storage case, and walks back toward Rabia and me with a slight smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So, I got eager, hoping, and wishing for your gorgeous boss to say yes to tonight that I sort of bought something for you all to humor me in one of my fantasies," Everett exclaims excitedly, opening the black velvet storage case and revealing a plum colored dildo.

Rabia grabs it from the case. She holds the sex toy up to inspect it, her greenish-gray eyes shining with desire. Her eyes land on my curious face; reading my thoughts, she replies, "It’s a strapless strap-on, baby doll. Pretty boy wants one of us to wear it while the other gets railed. He’s a keeper. He was considerate enough to get a strapless one because, like a double-ended dildo, we both can get stimulation. One portion will be inserted inside the vagina and sit on the wearer’s G-spot.”

Everett beams at Rabia’s words. Her compliments stroked his ego. Rabia hands the sex toy back to Everett, who approaches me slowly. He sucks in an audible lungful of air before speaking, “I want you to wear it, Amara. I want to fuck you in the ass while you fuck your boss.” I nod slowly, spreading my legs wide as Rabia comes up beside Everett with a bottle of lube. She swirls my wetness around my pussy lips, paying particular attention to my hot wet center, readying me for the strapless strap-on. Once Everett has gelled it up with lubricant, Rabia stretches my pussy wide as Everett slips the toy inside of me.

Rabia straddles me, taking her time, slowly sliding onto it, and sits on top of me in cowgirl as I palm the swollen erect buds on her chest. She leans down, kissing me roughly, before flipping us into the missionary position. A vibration zings through my body, causing Rabia to purr once Everett turns on the Bluetooth strap. Rabia begins chasing the vibration with her hips as I lean down, sliding my tongue into her mouth and fucking her slowly. My husband gets behind me, rimming my ass, loosening me up, and bringing my body to a relaxed state before he claims my ass. We had done backdoor stuff before, but we’d never simulated double penetration as we would tonight. This wasn’t only a fantasy of Everett’s but one of mine. Especially since it involved me fucking a gorgeous woman allowing me to have the best of both worlds.

I picked up the pace as I fucked Rabia harder. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt Everett’s fingers lubing my asshole. Everett increased the speed of the pulsation of the strap-on, causing Rabia to let out the sexiest throaty moan and pull me closer to her body. Everett slowly, inch by inch, slides into my ass, making me feel fuller than ever before with the vibrating strap-on inside of me while his dick filled my ass to the hilt. He began fucking me torturously slow, making me squirm in sexual delight as I moved in tandem with his stroke game. Rabia bit her lip, letting out sexy mewls, as she played with her big round breasts toying with her nipples. I let Everett set the tempo with his thrusts, all three of our bodies becoming slick with sweat and the air filling with grunts and moans of sexual bliss.

I felt Everett’s thrusts become jerky, letting go of my resolve as Rabia came like a rocket first which was the catalyst that had Everett shooting his hot ropes of cum up my ass. My stomach clenched as I hurtled towards orgasm. I came loud and hard, collapsing on top of Rabia, being sandwiched in the middle of two of the sexiest people in my life, my husband and my lover.

At that moment, I felt like the luckiest woman alive. Maybe, Everett was right. Allowing him into my affair with Rabia allowed me to have my cake and eat it too. I doubt anything could ruin the feeling of fulfillment that warmed my heart.

I slowly sipped my whiskey, sour feeling out of my depths at a sex club in Capitol Downtown. Madison’s nightlife was a secret hidden gem that would surprise a lot of people that weren’t from the Midwest. There’s a reason Madison, Wisconsin, is known as “Mad City”. It had been a week since our threesome with Rabia. I was hoping that group fuck would be the nail in the coffin of the affair since she’s my boss, after all. I did like women and found myself very sexually attracted to them; however, it becomes awkward to have your boss as a long-term lover after a lengthy time. The more distance I wanted to put between my office affair with my boss, the more enthralled Everett became with her.

That pretty much summed up Rabia Salah; once she sank her fangs into you, it was almost impossible to keep from becoming trapped in her web until it potentially suffocated the life out of you. But, I was too fucking chicken to approach my husband, still feeling like I needed to tread lightly because, after all, I did make this bed. Consequently, that’s how I ended up at this sex club nursing a whiskey sour in the communal room. Men usually bore easily, right? Prayerfully, Everett would soon get over his infatuation with Rabia and her uninhibited lifestyle.

I was beginning to think Rabia was the devil incarnate because anytime I thought of the gorgeous woman, she’d appear out of thin air. God, this woman was breathtaking. She glided towards me in her Brandon Maxwell sexy little black bubble dress. The dress was obscenely short, barely covering her nice round ass. The V-neck of the dress plunged so deeply in the front with every step I swore her tits would provide the room with a peep show. A gorgeous Indian man accompanies her. He towered over her Amazonian stature, even in heels. He had a beautiful copper skin tone, beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and a muscular frame that nicely filled out his black button-down and slacks. His beauty rivaled that of Rabia, causing my throat to go dry. My mouth still felt like cotton even after I drowned the last of my whiskey sour.

“Amara, allow me to introduce you to my first husband. This is Dev Patel, the owner of this club,” Rabia introduces me to her gorgeous ex-husband. He kisses my hand, causing my core to tighten as butterflies take flight in the pit of my abdomen. I’m taken aback by this man’s attractiveness that I can’t formulate a sentence. It’s like I’ve swallowed a spoonful of peanut butter. I feel the heat rise across my face as I sit there like a blundering idiot.

“It’s alright, darling. Rabia described you as a bashful beauty,” Dev shouts above the music, kissing the palm of my hand.

“Shall we meet up with Everett,” Rabia asks, helping me stand from the low plush couch. We had all arrived together but split off in different directions. Rabia to mingle with her acquaintances, Everett to explore, and me to find a quiet place to calm my fucking nerves. I link arms with Rabia as Dev escorts us through the halls to the back of the club to a private room. I brace myself when Rabia takes out a key card to give us access to the private suite. I’m fearful of what awaits on the door's opposite side. While I’m curious about Everett’s exploits, he’s been extremely brazen lately with his sexual exploration. I let out a slow deep breath that I didn’t know I was holding as we stepped into the room. Luckily, we’re only greeted by a tipsy Everett lounging back in a leather armchair, drinking an expensive tumbler of scotch.

I nervously flinch when the door clicks shut behind us. My heart rate accelerates as the walls of the room feel like they’re closing around me. I look into Everett’s beautiful topaz eyes, trying to ground myself as I try to grasp what the fuck he and Rabia have in store for us tonight. My gaze anxiously shifts across the room, sliding from Everett to Rabia to Dev, the newcomer. I hug my middle stroking my arms to comfort myself as I try to settle my nerves while minutes slowly tick away. It’s like none of them want to come right out and state their expectations of the night, causing anxiety to claw up my spine and make me lightheaded. I start taking slow deep breaths to work up the nerves to ask what the fuck is going on. Finally, Rabia rolls her eyes in exasperation. I’m sure Rabia stays in a steady state of annoyance because she is always in a room full of men, yet she always has the biggest pair of balls.

She huffs, “Everett wants to fuck me while he watches another man fuck you. Is that something that you’d like to do, Amara?” I feel like ice-cold water has been doused on me. The request catches me off guard. I’m embarrassed by the blatant lack of communication between my husband and me. You think the asshole would have at least given me a heads-up. My face burns with humiliation from being put on the spot. I narrow my eyes at Everett, but he doesn’t meet my gaze, making me feel more distant from him than before I sought pleasure in Rabia’s arms.

“I’m going to sit this one out. I’m sorry, Dev, if this has derailed your plans for the night,” I say quietly, gazing into the beautiful man’s eyes.

“Absolutely not, sweetheart. How about you take a seat, and Rabia will entertain Everett and me,” Dev proposes to soften my rejection.

“Oh, Dev. You know me so well. I love to put on a good show,” Rabia says, brazenly unzipping her sexy little black dress and standing in the middle of the room in nothing but her sky-high heels. Seeing Rabia naked is a gift that never gets old. Rabia’s sexy curves are mouthwatering, feeling like I see her body for the first time every time. Everett slides his eyes in my direction, and I shrug, giving him the green light, taking a seat across the room in a comfy, oversized, black leather armchair. My stomach churns with nerves. I’m trying to mentally grasp watching my lover take two dicks along with having front-row seats to my husband fucking another woman in my presence. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the room because I knew it’d be hot and potentially a turn-on for me too. Per usual, my inquisitive nature wins over the bravery needed to cause waves with others keeping me from revealing my true feelings.

I feel my panties become damp with my desire as I watch Rabia confidently flounce to sit on the edge of the California king bed. Rabia spreads her thighs wide from across the room. Her pretty pussy is so wet that I can smell her sweet musky scent wafting from her glistening pussy.

“Touch yourself, baby doll, “ Rabia pants, sucking on two of her fingers to lubricate them as she teases the tips of her nipples until they’re so hard and so deliciously erect. I pant, feeling ribbons of desire tug at my hot wet core. I spread my legs wide, mirroring Rabia pulling my thong to the side and exposing my pussy to the room. I close my eyes, gnawing at my bottom lip, focusing on my fingers stroking my sensitive clitoris. I let out a low whimper opening my eyes when I hear a slight screech of delight from Rabia. Dev’s gorgeous body is stark naked, holding Rabia’s legs back, and he’s on his knees with his head buried between her thighs. His sloppy slurps of her soaking wet pussy echo throughout the room. My sexy husband has lost his clothes, too, and lays on the bed, suckling on Rabia’s nipples.

Now, I see why Everett was so turned on when he walked in on Rabia fucking me on her desk. The scene in front of me is so erotic that I can’t help but move my fingers in and out of my channel, chasing my own sexual pleasure as I watch them tease and please Rabia’s gorgeous Amazonian frame. I finger fuck myself mesmerized at the sight of both men worshiping Rabia’s body until she reaches climax.

“Rabia, I want to sink into your pussy, baby,” Dev says, looking between Everett and Rabia.

Rabia nods, responding, “You can fuck my pussy as long as it’s at a comfortable angle for me to taste Everett’s dick. I’ve been craving it between my lips.”

“On all fours,” both men exclaim eagerly. Rabia’s body trembles, making her gorgeous boobs bounce as she rolls over onto her hands and knees. I watch, caressing my clitoris with my thumb and remembering how good it felt to fuck Rabia with the strap.

A tinge of envy becomes heavy in my chest as Dev lines his swollen manhood up with the seam of Rabia’s drenching wet pussy. He teases her by wetting his dick with her juices, making sure he’s nice and lubed before sliding into her swollen pussy with one hard thrust causing her to bump forward onto Everett’s big thick dick that he’s positioned between Rabia’s sexy pout.

Dev pounds into Rabia’s pussy roughly, making her shudder from pleasure as she deep throats Everett’s cock. As I become consumed with their fucking, rubbing my pussy isn’t enough. I lower the top of my dress to gain access to my nipples playing with them to amp up my pleasure.

I get enjoyment out of fucking myself as they fuck Rabia. I watch every muscle become taut in my husband’s body as he barrels towards his own release. His eyes connect with mine in the most heated gaze of lust we’ve ever shared. Everett takes in my current state of dress, and watching me pleasure myself sends him over the edge. Watching Everett’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he clenches his beautiful jaw as he cums down Rabia’s throat has me shooting off like a rocket as my body chases its own orgasm. I shout out my release as Dev fucks Rabia making her scream out Dev’s name during her climax as Everett’s semi-erect dick slips from her passion plump lips.

I lay back in the chair, satiated as my sticky arousal coats my thighs, watching with wide eyes as Dev’s gorgeous ass flexes as he paints Rabia’s ass and pussy lips with his cum.

That was hotter than I’d ever imagined. Yet, my belly flips with fear because if Rabia and Everett were so comfortable swapping me out for Dev, what would keep them from doing the same when I wasn’t present?

I sat at a table in his favorite restaurant needing a reprieve from spending every second of my life with my boss. It had been a few weeks since that erotic night at the sex club, and it seemed like Rabia took the shared moment between her and Everett to squeeze her way not only through the cracks in our sex life but into our marriage. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had any time alone with Everett. We went on dates together, and we fucked together. Hell, we woke up in the mornings to her. Not to mention all the time I spent as her personal assistant during working hours. I had begun to devote every moment of my day to Rabia Salah. So, this dinner away from the house would be a nice, much-needed break from Rabia.

“It’s always a pleasure to have dinner with a beautiful woman,” a deep, familiar voice booms, bringing me back to reality. I stare into Dev’s chocolate brown eyes. This man was truly beautiful. He had given me his business card that night at the sex club with a message scribbled on the back that read, “Call me if it ever becomes too much to handle.” That message not only spoke to my soul but piqued my curiosity. So hopefully, tonight, I’d get less of a reprieve but instead answers to the questions that subconsciously haunted me the more Rabia infiltrated my life. I sipped my Merlot as Dev ordered our starters for us.

“So, Rabia,” I say, trying to keep the disdain from my voice and failing based on the twitch of the corner of Devi’s mouth.

Dev sips his Cabernet Sauvignon before finishing my sentence, “Is a force of nature? She masquerades around like a beautiful, serene waterscape.” My eyes widen to saucers as I stare into Dev’s beautiful face. I wait for him to continue, but he stares thoughtfully at me as if he’s open to giving me information on his ex-wife but unwilling to volunteer more than I inquire.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and muster my courage from somewhere deep within my docile soul. I boldly question, “So, what happened between you and Rabia?”

“Surprising, Amara. Someone with your meek disposition, I thought you’d feel me out more, but you went straight for the juggler, beautiful”, Dev responds, as if he’s accessing the best way to answer the question. Although people saw me as a sweet petite push-over, I was a businesswoman who understood that information was power. So, I knew this information, more than likely, would cost me.

I watch Dev intently as he takes a swig of his wine, continuing, “We were young. Maybe about your and Everett’s age. So an easier question would be, what didn’t happen to destroy our relationship? I think the answer may be different for her and me, which is when she broke us by breaking my business partner’s marriage. But that’s the saying, right? They leave you how you got them.” I felt a burning in the pit of my stomach like I’d ingested a whole bottle of sriracha. I couldn’t understand what Dev meant, or my fear would allow me to come to terms with his statement.

“They leave you how you got them”, I question, pondering the words in my mind.

“You’re young, that’s right. I may have been Rabia’s first husband, but she wasn’t my first wife. We had an affair. She had been living with a long-term boyfriend that worked for me, and the next thing you know, it just happened because Rabia gets what she wants,” Dev laughs, taking a bite of the appetizer.

“She told us during her modeling days she was a unicorn. So, was she a unicorn for you and your wife,” I question, trying to make sense of everything.

“Unless unicorn nowadays is code for other women, then I’ve never known Rabia to enjoy any other role in a couple’s life than as the other woman in another’s relationship,” Dev states matter-of-factly, sending a chill down my spine. I felt the walls start closing in on me as the room begins to spin, blurring my vision.

“I don’t understand,” I choke out, uncouthly tossing back my Merlot, not even tasting it.

Dev’s eyes fill with concern. He reaches over, stroking my hand, and clarifies, “Rabia is the calm before the storm. She’s a force of nature that turns into the worst natural disaster. Rabia tornadoes into others' relationships and rips them apart like an Olympic sport. The happier the couple, the more enjoyment she gets out of destroying their joy.”

My mind filtered through every early encounter with my new boss leading up to our business trip when we fucked for the first time. I remember her talking about how attractive Everett was in the picture of us on my desk. Her always asking me about our relationship and details about Everett here and there. She had always found a way to bring up Everett. Fuck! I had made a terrible fucking mistake. My chair screeched back, toppling over as I darted out of the restaurant without a second thought to Dev. I needed to get home, and I needed to get home fast.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucking Rabia!

As I sit in my driveway, I let out a shrill shriek banging on my steering wheel. I had to compose myself. I’ve never been so angry in my life. I didn’t know what was happening or why I had been spiraling lately. I had never been someone who suffered from terrible anxiety. Yet, recently, I had weekly panic attacks. I lay my head down on my steering wheel, trying to get my shit together because I would have to find a way to have a difficult conversation with Everett. I laugh bitterly to myself because Everett and I avoided the difficult topics in our relationships. So, of course, this is how we got to our current fragile marriage. Two easy-going people always dancing around their issues and afraid to share their truths with one another.

The biggest hurdle, though, would be finding a way to have this candid conversation about our marriage with Rabia constantly around. I roll my eyes, walking to the door after spotting Rabia’s car parked on the street in front of my home, which had begun to feel foreign to me. I open my front door and follow the murmured voices I hear coming from the living room. Rabia’s laughter, which once sounded like music to my ears, has warped to the “pleasant” sound of nails on a chalkboard. Her beautiful lyrical voice that used to make my pussy gush now dries it up. I rubbed my temples, trying to massage the stress out of my forehead as I made my way to the living room.

Flicking on the lights in the living room, my mouth hits the ground with shock. Rabia was seated half-naked on Everett’s lap, bouncing on his dick in the dark like two lovesick idiotic college coeds. But I couldn’t find the words to voice my rage because I had let her fuck me first, and I had allowed this woman into our bedroom as an extension of my marriage.

“Don’t look so surprised, baby doll. We were warming up before you got here to get the party started,” Rabia teased, blowing me a flirty kiss that would turn me into a pool of desire a few weeks ago but now only made my fingers itch to slam her face into the wall.

“I need space,” I say to both of them. My patience was wearing thin, and I couldn’t deal anymore. I walked right back out of the front door and made it almost to my car until I felt a big warm hand on my wrist.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t think I had to clear it with you to fool around with Rabia since you didn’t ask me before you started banging her,” Everett stated. I was so fucking tired of him holding it over my head, almost like it was more of a punishment or a guilt trip to get his way, making me open my eyes to the real Everett.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just this is a lot for me. It’s just-” I whisper to Everett, losing all my confidence to speak my mind honestly. But this had gone on for too long, and it was either now or never. I was starting to become miserable in this relationship. Before I could pour out my heart, Rabia was at Everett’s side. I rolled my eyes at the pair feeling more and more like I was being pushed out of this relationship.

Everett stared at me, waiting for me to continue, but I couldn’t with Rabia standing at his side. He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear and said, “What’s up, Amara? It’s not like you can’t share anything with us.”

“With us,” I say, confused, my eyes darting between my husband and my boss.

“Yeah, it’s the three of us now. We’re a packaged deal. Look, Rabia was just what we needed to spice up our boring relationship,” Everett said, giving Rabia a peck on the cheek. I narrowed my eyes at Rabia, who gave me a smug smile.

“How was your dinner with that old friend of yours? I hope it was insightful,” Rabia sneered, emphasizing the word insightful.

 Had she followed me?

 What. The. Fuck.

 Had she waited until she knew I would be away so she could fuck my husband when I wasn’t around?

 I watch Rabia’s eyes fill with lust, and a sparkle of longing appears in her beautiful eyes that I hadn’t noticed before when she stared at my husband.

Suddenly, it all came together like a jigsaw puzzle. Dev’s words, my earlier interactions with Rabia, her fucking my husband and me even after she watched the security cameras, and her inability to fathom Everett conveniently walking in on us.

I had fallen into Rabia’s carefully set trap.

I was just a peg on the ladder to her end game. She hadn’t wanted to fuck me. Only my husband.

Now, she was puppeteering our marriage, moving in, and pushing me out.

Would my sexual inexperience, curiosity, and blinded stupidity of adulation for my boss cost me my marriage? 

I never thought of myself as vengeful, but, at this moment, Rabia had me thinking of possibilities of turning the tables.

If she liked to play games, I’d start one she couldn’t win.

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