The relationship between Matt and Katy is progressing. Matt's wife Carla can only watch and hope to be included as her dominant husband enjoys his time with her beautiful boss.

'The door flew open. Matt strode inside. The corners of his lips lifted in a smile as the cool air from outside swirled around my bare thighs, making my wetness more evident as I felt my juices cool in my panties. He slammed the door shut, looming above me. God, he looked gorgeous. Tall and handsome and commanding as I gazed up at him from my knees. He didn’t say a word. I squeezed my thighs with my hands as he opened the fly of his jeans and pulled out his hard cock, slapping my hand away as I reached for it. I knew what to do. Keeping my hands on my thighs, I opened my mouth wide as he pushed his cock inside. His fist seized a handful of my hair, and I struggled not to gag as his cock forced itself deeper into my throat. He wasn’t gentle. This was not love-making. He was using me like one of his sluts, and my body tingled as the taste of his manhood filled my mouth. I could smell the musky scent of his balls in my nostrils as I wrapped my lips around his shaft, my useless pussy pulsing as I did my best to please him.
“Suck it, slut,” he growled, using his hand in my hair to make my head bob up and down on his cock. Breathing through my nose, I looked up at him the way I know he likes while my lips made a tight seal around his glorious erection. “You know where this cock’s been?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled, devoted to my duty.
“That’s right,” Matt sneered. “It’s been in your boss’s tight cunt. Can you taste her superior pussy on my dick?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said. Maybe I could; there was some slight, indefinable taste, hard to pick out over the familiar feeling of my husband’s cock and the smell of his body. But whether I could or not, I knew what he wanted to hear.
“She’s so fucking hot,” he sighed. I watched his eyes close, feeling his cock pulsing in my mouth as his arousal grew. “I took her to Giancarlo’s for lunch. She looked so amazing in her little skirt and heels. Every guy in the place was staring at her, and at me. Every guy wants to fuck her. She was flirting with me the whole time, the little tease. Rubbing her high heel against my leg under the table. Even her feet are beautiful.” I closed my own eyes as he continued to fuck my face, unable to stop myself from picturing the agonizing scene of my husband taking my beautiful boss out for an expensive lunch date. They just looked so right together, one of those couples you can’t help but stare at because they’re just so damn beautiful. I’m about as straight as they come. But there’s no denying how gorgeous Katy is. She could be a movie star, the way she looks. She’s pretty enough to be a model, but she’s no stick-like waif. Her body is incredible. How she manages to stay so slim and yet so curvaceous is a mystery to me, and the envy of women anywhere. If I were a man, I’d be drooling every time she strutted into the room along with the rest of them.
“We went back to her place,” Matt said. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now, and I could feel his balls tightening against my chin. I stumbled back on my knees as he pressed his cock deep into me, invading my mouth as he stepped forward. My head thumped against the white wall of the hallway. His hand held me firmly by the hair, my skull pressed hard against the wall. I was trapped by his body, my hands uselessly gripping my shaking thighs as he held my head and fucked my mouth. I felt like nothing, like an object for his pleasure, just a wet and willing mouth as his cock pounded my throat. “She makes me feel like a king. Some pretty girls are lazy in bed, but not her. She fucks like a pro. And her pussy is so fucking tight.” Matt was gasping now, and I tried to tighten my lips around his shaft to increase his pleasure, to show my husband I could still be of some use to him, even if he did have a beautiful girlfriend now. His girlfriend.'