Considerate Boss Pt 1


Sarah stepped out of the elevator on the 28th floor, her heels clicking against the marble as she made her way back to the suite she was sharing with Mike. The month-long business trip had already stretched into its second week, and the line between "professional colleagues" and "lovers" had completely vanished. She paused in the quiet hallway, pulled out her phone, and opened a video call to her husband, David.

The moment he picked up, she smiled brightly into the camera, exactly like the photo she’d just taken in the elevator.

"Hey baby," she purred, her voice sweet and teasing. She angled the phone so he could see her outfit—the tight black sweater that hugged her breasts, the short grey plaid skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and the sheer black hold ups that made her legs look endless. "Just got out of the last meeting. Thought you’d like to see what I wore today."

David’s face appeared on her screen, a mixture of longing and nervous excitement. "You look incredible, Sarah. God, I miss you."

"I miss you too," she said softly, though the playful glint in her eyes told a different story. She walked into the luxurious suite, closing the door behind her. Mike was already there, shirt unbuttoned, watching her with that hungry, possessive look he’d given her every night since they arrived. "But listen, honey… I need to be honest with you."

She sat on the edge of the king-sized bed—the same bed Mike had fucked her on the night before, and the night before that. Her voice dropped to that intimate, slightly breathless tone she only used when she was turned on.

"Mike’s been… taking really good care of me," she continued. "We’re sharing this room, like I told you. And every single night he’s been inside me. Deep. For hours." She bit her lip, glancing toward the bathroom where Mike was now standing, listening. "It’s just… so much better with him, David. He’s bigger. Thicker. He fucks me so hard I can barely walk the next morning. The way he stretches me, the way he makes me cum over and over again… I’ve never felt anything like it. I thought I’d feel guilty, but honestly? I just want more."

She heard her husband’s breathing change on the other end of the line.

Sarah smiled, almost tenderly. "I know this is hard for you, baby. But I need you to do something for me tonight. When you tuck the kids in, can you tell them good night from Mommy? Say that I’m doing great and that I’m being very well looked after by my boss. Tell them Mike is making sure Mommy is happy and safe." Her voice turned silky. "Because he really is. He’s going to fuck me again in a few minutes, and I’m going to be thinking about how much better his cock feels than yours while I cum for him."

She tilted the phone slightly, letting David see the flushed glow on her cheeks.

"Love you," she whispered sweetly. "Sleep well, honey. I’ll call you again tomorrow… after Mike’s done with me."

Sarah ended the call, set the phone down, and looked over at her tall, muscular black boss with a wicked little smile.

"Now… where were we?"

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