A Hostile Takeover Ch. 02

When Carl eventually climbed the stairs to bed, Sarah had retired and the lights in the bedroom were out. He undressed in the en-suite bathroom and slipped quietly into bed beside her.

The next morning, when Carl woke, Sarah had surfaced before him, as usual. He lay there for a few minutes, savouring the memories of last night.

Then the same thought crossed his mind again. She wasn't serious was she?

He rose, showered, dressed, and headed downstairs.

"Should he ask her if she meant to invite Matt on Saturday?" he thought.

He just couldn't decide. If he did ask her and it was just a role play fantasy, he'd look incredibly stupid. The reality of talking about a fantasy, outside of the actual fantasy itself, may just kill the whole scenario! That's the last thing Carl wanted! He was having the time of his life and didn't want to do anything to bugger it up.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs Sarah was walking along the hall towards the front door and was readying to leave.

"Morning honey," She said.

"Your off early" Carl replied.

"Yes, I have an early morning Zoom meeting with the new Vietnamese clients.

"Ah Ok."

"See you tonight honey." Giving him a peck on the cheek, she turned and left.

"Fuck." Carl thought.

He should have come down early and asked her about it. He decided he'd put it out of his mind for the time being and didn't think any more about it. After a quick breakfast, he also left for the office.

The next few days passed quite uneventfully. Work, as normal, dominated the week. Carl worked late a few nights and Sarah left early in the mornings so he couldn't find the right time to talk to her about the impending Saturday night.

He was so afraid of looking foolish to his wife for having to ask if it was just a fantasy. They'd played out fantasies many times over the years, and that's all they ever were, fantasies. If she was serious, surely she would have enquired about Matts's acceptance of the invitation by now. Sarah was a very organised type of person and always liked to know what was happening ahead of time, and when.

It was Thursday night and Carl worked late again as usual. He didn't get home until around nine o'clock and could smell the dinner from the hallway. He went straight to the kitchen and Sarah was just pulling something out of the oven.

"Hi, honey," Carl said.

"You're Just in time." She replied.

"Oh great, I'm starving."

"It's only a ready meal I'm afraid. I just haven't had time to go to the mall or cook anything. I finished work and called into the local shops on the way home just to get a couple of dishes from the frozen counter."

"We've absolutely nothing in the fridge."

"That's absolutely fine darling. I should have gone myself."

They'd always shared the cooking and the shopping evenly, although she was a much better cook than Carl. They sat at the table eating and talking about their day. Sarah had closed a sale she'd been working on for a few months and was very upbeat. After a few glasses of wine, they decided to skip any TV and go straight to bed. Carl went up first while Sarah popped the plates into the dishwasher.

Carl entered the bedroom and noticed a dress bag hanging from the pelmet of the wardrobe. He almost walked past it, heading for the bathroom room, and then stopped in his tracks. He took a step backwards to the wardrobe and looked at the bag. It was a Givenchy dress bag, an expensive designer label, he knew that much.

Sarah had her own money, that wasn't the issue. He reached up and unzipped the bag. Inside was a beautiful cobalt blue cocktail dress with a diamanté edged neckline, cut low at the front. Carl was certainly no fashion expert where woman's clothing was concerned, but even he could see it was a stunningly beautiful and very sexy dress.

He'd bought her a designer dress a couple of years ago on a mad shopping spree one day in central London. He'd paid over a grand for that one, and he knew enough to see this was a similar type of dress.

He heard Sarah's footsteps coming up the stairs in the distance, so quickly, he pulled up the zip of the dress bag and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Oh fuck!" He thought. His mind was racing too quickly to be in full control of his thoughts. Carl realised Sarah must have been serious about inviting Matt over!

"What the fuck was he going to do now?" he thought.

He turned on the shower to give himself more time to think and a reason to be locked in the bathroom. They had another bathroom just outside the master bedroom and Sarah used it most of the time anyway. He knew when she heard the shower, she would just use the other bathroom. He stripped and jumped into the shower, all the time thinking of what an idiot he was. He felt so stupid.

Then he began to think about Saturday itself and what might happen. What did his wife want to happen on Saturday night? Did she want to seduce Matt in front of him, to make love to him? Did this involve him participating?.

Carl's mind was running riot. What had he gotten himself into? Could he watch her do this?

Suddenly Carl became conscious of a sensation between his legs and looked down to see his cock almost fully erect. What was going on, he was terrified and horny at the same time!

He would talk with her now before it's too late, he decided.

But what was he going to say?

"Oh! by the way, I haven't invited Matt on Saturday because I thought you were joking, or I'm not happy about you fucking another guy in front of me! Oh god!" he thought.

Was she doing this for him? Did she think this was what he wanted?

He was just becoming even more confused now with every passing thought, but his cock wasn't. It was fully erect now and he couldn't help but place his hand around it in the stream of the hot water from the shower.

"Maybe I'm imagining all this. Maybe the dress was just a want. She'd seen it, she wanted it, so she bought it! It's possible" he thought.

He eventually decided he'd have to tread a very difficult path and try to get her to confirm if it was happening without alerting her. How was he going to do that? He had to be careful. He knew he couldn't ask her outright or she'd know straight away he hadn't invited Matt and hadn't taken her seriously.

He started thinking about the blow job she'd given him and how controlling of the whole situation she'd been that day. These thoughts only served to further increase his state of excitement and turn him on even more as he stroked his cock faster.

It wasn't long before Carl reached his orgasm, shooting ribbons of his cum into the steaming water jets of the shower. He steadied himself on the wall as he came, suddenly feeling a little dizzy as his orgasm began to diminish. His head cleared quickly and he finished the showered and got out. He dried and sat down on the toilet lid for a minute to collect his thoughts. He never normally played with himself like that and he couldn't comprehend why he was getting so aroused by the whole situation.

He thought more about the corundom he was in and felt the most likely scenario was Sarah was going to be getting an enormous kick out of having her fantasy boyfriend over for dinner. He calmed a little more with the thought that it was just an extension of their fantasies.

He finished drying and exited the bathroom. The lights in the bedroom were out now and Sarah was already in bed. He walked towards the bed and noticed that the dress bag was gone. She'd most likely put it away in the wardrobe, he thought.

He slipped quietly into bed beside her. She was lying on her side but facing away from him and he inched across to her, placing his hand on her hip. She didn't move or respond at all and was already fast asleep. He'd taken too long in the shower.

"Fuck...Should I wake her?" He thought. No, he couldn't. How would that work? What would he say anyway?

He would speak with her in the morning. Carl lay there for ages trying to think if I'd missed a clear signal somewhere along the line and how he could approach the subject without alerting Sarah.

He woke to find Sarah had, as usual, been up before him. He looked at his watch.

"Fuck!"

He'd overslept. It was 8.40 am. He leapt out of bed, threw on his dressing-gown, and ran down the stairs. He slowed at the bottom, not wanting to look like he was rushing.

He entered the kitchen but Sarah wasn't there. He look across at the table and propped against a glass, was a note.

"Shit." He'd missed her.

He walked across and picked up the note.

"Morning honey" it read.

"There's some bacon and eggs in the fridge. I'm home late tonight. Don't cook for me I'll grab something before I get home.

Love you x"

He was so fucked now!

What the hell was he going to do now.

He'd call Sarah or message her. No. and say what! That wouldn't work. He'd need to see the reaction on her face.

He couldn't think straight.

Carl was used to working well under pressure and knew he had to focus, slow down and structure his thought process. He sat down at the kitchen table and rationalised his thoughts.

"D&D, Deal with & decide." He thought.

He laid out his option in his mind.

Problem one. Does he invite Matt to dinner?

Worst case.

If he's read too much into this, we'll have a meal. He will thank us and go home. Sarah will be a little shocked he'd taken it so literally, but the surprise will surely mean he'd have some amazing sex with the fantasy role play.

He'd just laugh it off and tell her, he'd thought it would be funny to invite him.

Best case.

Sarah is expecting it. She'll flirt with another man all night. She'll get incredibly horny. We'll have some great role play sex afterwards!

"Win-Win". He thought.

Problem two. Don't invite Matt.

Worst case.

She's expecting Matt to be there. She's spent a grand on a sexy new dress. He was a no-show because Carl hadn't invited him to her fantasy evening.

That will be his fault!

It'll give her the wrong message about their fantasy role play games. She'll switch off. He'd be lucky to see her naked ever again, let alone the most amazing fantasy blow jobs and sex he'd ever had would be consigned to history forever!

Best case.

She wasn't expecting him anyway. We will carry on as before. But the recent rise in their sex life may revert to a 'pre-Matt' level at any time.

He reached his decision. He'd Invite Matt.

"Yes, this will cover him." He thought.

Carl headed into the office to make the invitation, confident in his decision. He didn't immediately see Matt in the back office or his private office and the thought crossed his mind that he might not be in today!

"God that could really fuck up my plans and potentially land me in deep shit!" He Thought.

He carried on with his day. At lunchtime, Carl left the office for the sandwich bar around the corner. As Carl was returning he saw Matt walking ahead of him in the street, just outside the office. His relief was palpable.

"Thank God," he thought.

He shouted out to Matt, who turned and stopped, waiting for Carl to close the gap between them.

"Hi, Carl."

"Hi, Matt how are you?"

"Yeah good mate, I'm good. I wanted to invite you for dinner on Saturday night?"

"Ah thank you. That would be lovely, but I've plans on Saturday I'm afraid. I've tickets to the football with some old pals, but thanks for the invite, Carl. Maybe another time?"

"Shit." Carl thought.

He hadn't bargained for this.

"Oh. Er, 'm... ok."

Carl tried to think quickly, he had to change Matt's mind somehow.

"Shit...That's a bugger"

"Is everything ok Carl!"

"Sure... Sure, I was just supposed to ask you earlier in the week and I've just been so busy. Sarah's gonna kill me! She's got everything ready and was really looking forward to seeing you again. I'll be in the dog house now, I guess."

As soon as He'd said it, he knew it sounded too much, but he'd had to try something to save the situation. How was he going to tell Sarah that he'd left it too late to ask him and he was busy?

"Oh! I see." Matt said, looking straight into Carls's eyes.

There was a long pause and Matt held his gaze on Carl. It was probably only a few seconds but Carl felt like time was standing still. It was just long enough to be embarrassingly awkward.

He eventually spoke.

"Well we wouldn't want to let the little lady down and we can't have you in the dog house now, can we."

Carl didn't reply but smiled at Matt.

"Sure. I can change my plans, Carl. Tell your wife it's a date."

"Oh really, are you sure? that would be great."

Carl was so relieved and it showed a little more than he'd like.

"I'll be there at eight!"

"Eh yeah... I'm sure that'll be fine."

He'd been going to tell him seven but he wasn't going to quibble. He was coming, that's was the main thing.

"I'll see you both on Saturday. I'm looking forward to it."

"Great.. and thank you, Matt."

With that, Matt turned and walked into the office.

"That was a little awkward." he thought.

He'd ended up thanking him for accepting his invitation. It didn't matter. He's coming and Carl was off the hook.

Another thought flashed past his mind. What if Sarah did try to seduce Matt, and it went badly? It may seriously impact his work relationship with Matt. There was a new position that had been created because of the merger and Carl wanted it badly. He was only one position away from joining at board level, but he dismissed the thought.

Sarah was only too aware of the situation at work and surely wouldn't let anything affect their future. They'd discussed it at length and were acutely aware the next promotional step would be a game-changer for both of them.

Carl was thankful it wasn't a late one today and headed home early. When he got there Sarah was already home and cooking in the kitchen.

"Hi, honey," Carl said

"Hi, how was your day."

"Oh ok, I guess and you."

"Yeah fine, nothing a glass of wine can't fix."

Carl laughed and headed to the fridge for a bottle. They ate dinner and chatted about work. Sarah had been working her way up the corporate ladder in the sales office and things were going well.

After dinner, Carl cleared the plates and straightened up the kitchen whilst Sarah had gone to the lounge to relax. When he'd finished up in the kitchen he poured them both another glass of wine before joining her.

She was laid back on the large sofa, channel hopping on the tv. Carl passed her a glass of wine and sat down next to her.

"Cheers," He said.

They both took a large gulp of wine and set them on the coffee table. Snuggling up, he put his arm out around her shoulders and she responded by squeezing up to him, putting her head on his chest. They relaxed further back on the sofa and Sarah tilted her head back towards the tv and continued to flick the channels. She settled on a wildlife documentary and tossed the remote on the sofa beside her.

She turned her head away from the tv and back to Carl's chest placing her arm across his waist to cuddle him. Carl massaged her neck gently and she let out a tiny moan of pleasure, cocking her neck a little in enjoyment. They lay there for a few minutes just relaxing and cuddling.

Carl's mind began wandering to the forthcoming events of tomorrow night. He hadn't given the evening much thought until now. What would happen? He began to daydream about the evening and closed his eyes, imagining his wife seducing Matt in front of him.

Matt would be sat exactly where he was sat now. Sarah would be laying where she was now, cuddling up to Matt. She'd have her right leg thrown over Matt's leg and her knee pushed up toward his groin. She would be slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt then rubbing his bare chest. She'd move her hand up to his nipple and begin rolling it between her fingers, stopping momentarily to squeeze it. She'd then glance across at her husband, sat on the armchair opposite, and beam a wide smile.

Turning back to Matt, she'd lean back into his chest and take his nipple between her lips. Gently sucking it and rolling it in her mouth. Her hand would travel down between his legs and start rubbing his cock beneath his trousers. She'd be using everything in her power to arouse him.

Just then Carl snapped back to reality, feeling Sarah's hand on his cock and he opened his eyes.

Carl's cock was already hard and Sarah had noticed it again. She began stroking it up and down, the same way she had a few nights ago when he'd had the blow job of his life.

Carl moved his free hand across to her breast, lightly squeezing it through her flimsy blouse and circling her nipple with his finger. She responded by pressing harder on his cock and moving the flat palm of her hand faster, up and down.

Sarah moved her hand up to his waist, effortlessly flipping his button open and unzipping his flies in one single movement. She quickly dipped her hand inside and sprung his cock out in the open. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she tightened her grip, immediately sliding up and down, quickly and forcefully, taking Carl by surprise with her pace. After about twenty rapid strokes she stopped at the top of his now throbbing cock. She eased her grip and began rolling a teasing finger over his now wet head. Carl tried to catch his breath and compose himself, but her finger continued to tease and prob, circling the tip of his cock with sensual expertise he'd never experienced before. He bit his lip hard to try and distract himself from the sensations pulsating through his cock. He knew he'd have to slow her down, or before long, he wouldn't be able to control his orgasm.

"Matt will be late tomorrow night honey, eight o'clock, I hope that's ok?"

Carl's statement had the desired effect and Sarah stopped teasing his cock and just held it in her hand lightly. Carl caught his breath and tried to relax the state of heightened excitement he'd found himself in.

He slowly moved his hand back across to her nipple, gently clasping it between his finger and thumb, squeezing and rolling it. She didn't immediately respond and it gave Carl a few more seconds to catch his breath as Sarah still seemed a little distracted.

Suddenly Sarah moved her head from his chest and sank her mouth around the head of his cock. She immediately began swirling her tongue across his head back and forth quickly.

"Oh god," Carl muttered.

Sarah then continued to lower her head further, slipping it deeper into her mouth and the velvety warm sensation enveloped Carl's cock. She bobbed up and down slowly taking him in as far as she was able on each attempt. After a minute or so she lifted back off his cock and spoke.

"Shall we go up Matt?"

She rose to her feet and held out her hand. Carl took it and followed her upwards as his trousers fell down to the floor. She walked away and Carl dutifully stepped out of his trousers and followed her, a few steps behind. She alighted the stairs and entered the bedroom without turning on the light.

Facing the bed, with her back to Carl she stopped, raised her hands to her ears, and began taking off her earrings.

"Unzip me, Matt," she said, lowering her arms to her side.

Carl obeyed and unzipped her dress, she wiggled her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She stood there in her small thong underwear that disappeared between the cheeks of her perfectly formed ass. Her firm shapely ass tear-dropped down into her long and beautifully tapered legs.

Sarah turned to face Carl. Her nipples now stood erect and aroused on her pert breasts. Sarah had always had a bit of a complex about her breast being on the small side, but Carl liked them, and anyway, he was more of an ass man.

"Take off my knickers Matt."

Carl lowered himself quickly to the floor in front of her, placing both his hands on the sides of her skimpy knickers, and drew them slowly to the floor. She stepped out of them and sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs widely. Leaning forward, she reach out her arm and placed her hand behind Carl's head, gently guiding it towards her pussy.