The Boss Ch. 02

Lottie smiled, her conscience aching. "Yes, please."

Harry set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter and unpacked the food. Lottie watched him for a few moments before speaking up, her heart heavy in her chest. "Harry, I have something to tell you..." she said softly.

Harry stopped and turned to face her, his smile fading, "What's wrong?"

"We have to have a chat. It's difficult to talk through dinner," Lottie replied, almost numb with nervousness.

"Okay, let's wrap this up then. I know you're worried about today, but I actually really liked your outfit -- even though it may have been a bit much today, I still love you. Nothing will change that," Harry said reassuringly. "I can't deny that I enjoyed showing you off, but maybe we should tone it down a bit in the future if it's unsettling you."

Lottie pushed away her half-eaten plate of food, barely mustering a word. Harry cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher while Lottie watched in silence. He crossed the room and held out his hand, inviting her to the living room. She followed him to the sofa, where he pulled her into an embracing hug.

Lottie looked longingly into Harry's eyes. The warmth of his embrace spread throughout her body, giving her the courage she so desperately needed to apologise. "I'm sorry, Harry," she rasped softly. "I... I asked Charlie to manage his work without relying on you so much. He was let down after I told him he could count on you yesterday, and that's when... when I...."

Harry nodded slowly, understanding etched in his features. "It's okay, I understand. That's why he came back so cocky," He said understandingly.

Lottie's eyes glistened with tears, her voice quivering as she spoke. "Ron told me how good I looked and how it was bound to motivate Charlie," she said, trailing off momentarily. "He said it would have worked on him in the past." She sighed heavily, despair etched across her face. "I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to see if I could still motivate him even though I knew he only said it to push me," she admitted, her words filled with frustration and self-loathing. She was filled with guilt for what she had done, Yet a blush crept across her face as she reflected on the thrill she had experienced from her exhibitionism--A feeling she'd never had before.

Harry embraced her and whispered apologetically, "Lottie, I'm the one to blame for pushing you to tease them at work. And I am not angry. I just want you to feel safe, But you have to tell me did you enjoy it?" his voice shook with anticipation. Images of Lottie and Ron together danced through his mind, curiosity taking over as he waited eagerly for her response.

Lottie's lips formed a "Yes," silently, her face flushed and her cheeks bright with colour. Her eyes are wide and full of desire, her hands clenched tightly together in an effort to contain the energy that radiated from within her, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Sorry? Don't be sorry, I... I'm enjoying this as much as you," Harry soothed her. As his eyes blazed with fire, his hands started exploring her body with an insatiable hunger. She felt electricity course through her veins as he swept the fabric of her cardigan off her body. His fingers moved with lightning speed to undo her zip, pushing aside her bra and revealing her curves to him and her succulent nipples, sending a chill through her body. She gazed up at him in anticipation, watching his eyes flicker with desire. He whispered in her ear, "I won't make you stop." Remembering how she had teased Charlie and Ron without mercy, knowing it only stirred up an inferno of desire inside him for her. His words rang with longing--he wanted all that the others could never have.

The guilt overwhelmed her, and she felt like she had to tell Harry the truth. Taking a deep breath, she pushed him away gently, wanting to say as much as possible before he stopped her. "When you came into the office, Charlie had grabbed onto my thigh," she said with a quivering voice, feeling ashamed of herself. "You interrupted him, running his hand along my thigh...and I was angry that you had done that." Her guilt bubbled up inside her, and she couldn't help but feel betrayed by her reaction - why hadn't she just told Harry what happened right away?

"I hated myself straight away. I was just lost in the moment. I'm so sorry, Harry," Lottie finished sobbing into his chest.

"He had his hand still on your thigh when I entered, right?" His words were intoned firmly with no trace of anger.

Lottie's gaze slowly moved up to meet his, shame weighing heavily in her chest. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But there's m..."

Without giving her a chance, Harry drew her onto his body. She was perched on top of him on the sofa, his mouth crashing to hers. One hand found itself plundering her exposed breasts, his other rolling up her skirt then grasping at her thong before shoving it aside to grant himself full access to her slickness.

Lottie was shocked at Harry's reaction. She had to tell him what had happened after he left, but he wasn't giving her a chance. His cock felt hard against her as his fingers travelled inside her, and her pussy began to throb with anticipation as if it already knew what pleasure Harry could bring to it. Trying to focus on the conversation, Lottie didn't know if she wanted it to end or not.

Harry pulled his hand away from her pussy and, breathing heavily, freed himself of his belt and dragged his pants down just enough to release his cock. He continued to maul Lottie's mouth, sending sparks of heat through her body each time he brushed against her clit. She could feel it as he pressed her body into him tightly. As she shivered under his grip, she felt the head of his cock brush against her stomach. "I love you," she whispered into his ear between kisses.

But Harry didn't respond -- not at first. Instead, he lifted her up by her thighs, holding her open and waiting for a moment. Lotte had ridden Harry many times now throughout their marriage. So she recognised that familiar feeling: He was giving her just a second to adjust to the intrusion before thrusting inside of her. She trembled in his arms as he pushed deep inside her, each thrust filling her with an intense pleasure that made her gasp with delight. Every nerve in her body ignited as he skimmed against the deepest part of her core until, finally, she was completely filled with him. "I love you so much," he said breathlessly, staring into her eyes and losing himself in their depths.

Lottie could feel the sweat building up on her back as she continued to rock against him purposefully. She gasped as more and more moans escaped her mouth in a range of superficial sighs and louder reverberations that came from deep within her throat. His thrusts were rhythmic, almost hypnotic--and with every breathy moan she released when their bodies met, Lottie felt a rush of tingles pulsing through her core. It was gentle but steady, like a wonderful high that only escalated with every movement. But after moments of this, Lottie felt Harry begin to push faster and harder as his body clenched.

Knowing he was about to cum, Lottie quickly lifted herself off his cock and fell to her knees in between his legs. She dropped her mouth on his shaft again and again with one hand at the base of it and the other on his balls. She bobbed her head up and down until He spasmed in pleasure, but she could not stop swallowing eagerly, determined to take all of him.

She savoured every moment as she kissed his shaft up and down, her tongue tracing every inch. A rush of pleasure surged through her veins at the memory of Charlie from earlier that day. Her free hand dropped to her pussy, already aching with arousal from riding Harry. She spread her folds and began to roll her fingers around and over her clit, She thought of Charlie's cum, and her mouth pooled with desire. Her breaths quickened as memories of his taste sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She pressed her lips against Harry's cock one last time, savouring each moment until the quivering sensation of her orgasm wracked her entire being. With one last shuddering moan, she pulled away, leaving behind an insatiable ache that begged to be filled once more.

Harry gazed admiringly at his wife, still beaming from the peak of ecstasy. He planted a caring kiss on her forehead, feeling the warmth of love between them. "I adore you beyond what words can express," he whispered gently. "These past two nights have been unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I want to keep exploring whatever this thing we have going on is."

Lottie muttered, "I do, too," her voice still trembling. She could not convey the depth of her activities with Charlie; it had been a powerful, dark journey that flooded her veins with excitement and regret. Being an object of Charlie's desire had been intensely exciting, and the dawning awareness of how much she had liked it stirred up a battle within Lottie, and now she could detect Harry's pleasure in this newfound daring--how could she bring it to an end?

Lottie woke up well after Harry on Friday morning, sleeping through her alarm and allowing some extra sleep before work. She went straight to the bathroom, cleaning herself up for the day, then to her wardrobe. Harry still wanted her to tease, but not as much as he wanted to see how confident she could be in what she was wearing. A similar outfit to the first day of their new adventure, a black blouse with a skirt to match and tights.

She quickly headed downstairs to find Harry in the kitchen, hastily preparing breakfast. He was humming a tune, and she knew what it meant; he was in a positive mood.

She came over to him and gave him a hug. "Good morning," she said. "You seem in a good mood."

He grinned at her, exuberance showing on his face. "I think tonight is going to be great," he told her, looking into his wife's eyes. Confusion flashed across Lottie's expression before Harry added, "Don't forget that I'm seeing Adam today at lunch."

"Oh right, he's leaving for Australia next week, isn't he?" She remembered that Harry's best friend was taking an extended trip with work. Although she sometimes felt Adam would lead Harry down a wrong path when they went out together, it gave her a chance for some alone time every now and then in their usually jam-packed schedule.

"Okay, then the rest of us can knock off after lunch," Lottie said as she thought aloud. "I'll call Liv if you are going out as well."

"Yeah, that's alright with me," Harry replied nonchalantly since he was expecting to be out late - a few pubs and bars followed by whatever clubs Adam had planned. His friend remained single and unbothered, still pursuing whatever woman he fancied on a night out. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and irresistibly charming--a real "Chad," if you will.

Harry often reflected on how alike he and Adam were, yet in his case, he had stumbled across a soulmate very early in his University days. He was deeply in love with Lottie and knew that it was the real thing. Lottie wasn't particularly fond of him but respected their friendship enough not to get between them. She trusted Harry to show restraint when needed and knew that nothing Adam could do would affect their relationship.

As Lottie walked closer and closer to the office, her anxiety grew. She could not let Charlie reveal the truth - not just to protect Harry, but because a part of her wanted it all - to be desired and objectified. What had started as a harmless flirtation on Wednesday had spiralled out of control, and she was no longer in charge. It was as if Charlie had sensed something in her that she never knew existed.

Harry nodded at Ron and Charlie as he went to his desk. "Good morning, guys," Lottie spoke with the weight of her position, though inside, she felt none of it.

"Morning, Lottie," Ron said nonchalantly.

Charlie smiled in agreement but didn't say anything. His gaze followed Lottie as she made her way down the hall to her office.

Charlie knew that he had the power to take what he wanted. He wouldn't ruin a marriage, but deep down, he was determined to get between her legs and have her all to himself, even if it were just for a night. He felt so close, knowing she struggled to keep strong under his pressure. He didn't intend to let up, and it started now.

After everyone had settled in, Harry and Charlie headed to Lotties office to discuss their final presentation to the board. When they entered, she looked up, ready but truly not prepared.

Charlie moved across the office with assurance, heading directly for Lottie's corner of the desk. She tensed as he approached and shifted her chair to face the computer screen. She was slightly taken aback by Charlie's boldness, but considering what had happened yesterday, she understood that he felt confident in his position.

Harry had expected him to be feeling quite "Alpha" after yesterday's events, his hands on Harry's wife in front of him. Still, it was quite surreal as he put his hand over Lotties, took the mouse, and started the presentation. He was quickly getting into things.

He was leading. Lottie listened and bounced ideas off of Harry in response to Charlie, but she was mesmerised. He'd strolled in with Lottie's husband and took charge, making Lottie's stomach flip-flop in excitement. She watched him, unable to say anything because he had come in to take control. She looked up at Charlie; he smiled at her, and she could see his confidence exuding from him, and once again, she felt that thrill.

As their meeting wore on, tense as it was, Charlie's phone went off. Excusing himself and taking it outside. Harry quickly went round to Lottie. "You are thinking about yesterday, aren't you?" he asked in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"I am," she responded breathily, knowing harry was thinking of the immense sex they had the night before while hers was on... Charlie's cock in her hand, the taste of his cum in her mouth, the tension in the room was palpable. And she was desperate for release.

Harry leaned in and kissed her hungrily. Taking a step back, his eyes roamed over her body hungrily and with unwavering confidence. Feeling bolder than ever, he undid the top buttons of her blouse as if preparing her for another man - a wave of heat flooded through her as she realised what was happening. His hands moved expertly over her curves, making her slick with desire as memories of last night flooded back into her mind and made her pulse quicken with need.

"Stop Harry...please, I'm so turned on, baby," she begged, feeling herself teetering dangerously on the edge of pleasure.

"Shh baby, I know," he spoke gruffly against her skin before stepping away from her after one final kiss. He looked deeply into her eyes and gave her a confident smile. "Think of last night," he commanded softly, "and then think about when I get home tonight." With those words hanging in the air between them, hungry for satisfaction, she knew Harry had plans for tonight when he got home. Still, at that moment, all she wanted was to experience the pleasure now rather than sometime the following morning when a pissed harry walked in.

Charlie walked back into the room and began to apologise when he noticed Lottie's enhanced cleavage, then shifted his gaze toward Harry. Was Harry really showing off his wife in front of him? A man who had just been intimate with her only yesterday? He couldn't let this slip. She was one of a kind. He couldn't let the chance fall through his fingers.

Returning to where he had left off, Charlie gradually pushed Harry away from the conversations with Lottie. Self-pity filled Harry as he was being left out, but also how much things had changed in his and Lotties dynamic, yet his mind was still filled with thoughts of last night, how wonderful it was, and how much he wanted more.

"I think you two have this covered," Harry said apologetically. "It was your project in the first place, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, I think we've got it from here, don't you think, Lottie?" Charlie asked, boldly placing his hand on her shoulder in front of her husband.

Charlie's touch burned onto Lottie's shoulder like a branding iron, and she ached for it to linger longer. His warm, gentle embrace would have been too much for her knees had she been standing; she surely would have collapsed in passion. Harry didn't give anything away, but his eyes seemed to sparkle with a distant knowledge of what may happen next--was he prepared to let this transpire? Lottie felt as if her heart would burst with anticipation, yet all she could do was wait and see if Harry would allow what had just begun to continue. Was he really prepared to leave her in a room with the man he knew was daring enough to touch her indiscreetly in front of him?

Her mind racing, and no sign from Harry, "We've got this, as long as you're happy to go, Harry, you've helped us get this far. Are you sure you don't want to finish it?" She asked, offering him a chance to stop anything further happening.

"You two have got this, I'm sure. I'll grab you before I have to leave if that's alright. See you in a bit Charlie." Harry pulled away from the table, knowing he would have emboldened Charlie even further and unknowing if he could cope with it or not. Harry couldn't resist his desire to push his wife further, Desperate to see her reaction tonight when she was pent up all day.

The room went silent. Harry had left, closing the door. Lottie looked up to see Charlie already looking down at her hand on her shoulder still. He lifted his hand, stepping away from her towards the door.

Her breathing came in short, frantic gasps as Charlie locked the door. Panic and desire warred inside her mind, neither side wanting to yield.

"Did you tell him?" The hunger in Charlie's voice was unmistakable, a burning intensity that Lottie could feel in the pit of her stomach.

"N-No," she stammered. "He can't know...I can't ruin our marriage." She trembled under his gaze as he slowly stalked back across the room to face her again.

"So he has no idea just how wicked you are?" Triumph shone from Charlie's eyes as Lottie yielded under his control. Her mouth formed one silent word: Yes.

His command cut through her fear like a blade, "Take it off."

Without hesitation, Lottie complied, removing her blouse with trembling hands. Her beautiful breasts strained against the thin fabric of her bra, begging for release.

Charlie's smirk widened as he saw Lottie's gaze drop to the bulge in his pants. "Incredible, you really can't help yourself, can you?" His low voice rumbled deep and rich, full of an appetite for her. Unable to speak, Lottie could only meet Charlie's eyes with a flickering fire deep down inside. She needed it. She wanted to feel used.

Charlie snatched Lottie up in his arms, throwing her away from his chair as he sat down and ripped the belt off. Tearing his trousers open, he exposed his pulsing hardness. "Don't just stare at it," Charlie growled.

Lottie fell to her knees with desire, wrapping both hands around Charlie's semi-erect cock. The heat emanating from it sent shivers through her body, and she began to pump it eagerly. It was already larger than Harry's and seemed to grow bigger still, stretching beyond the limits of her two hands. She looked up at Charlie in awe of him.

Although sensational, having a woman of this beauty falling under the spell of his cock, a simple handjob was not enough to satisfy Charlie, "You need to lube it up."

Realising her duty, Lottie Dropped her mouth to his cock, Running her tongue up its shaft, eagerly taking every inch. Any thoughts of Harry were being pushed aside. She had a job to please the man before her, and her husband had all but agreed.

After covering every inch of his shaft with her tongue, she opened wide and took the head of his cock into her mouth, bobbing on the tip until he felt accustomed to her girth and began to drop further down its length. Her lips stretched around him as she dropped further down, swallowing his cock, making it disappear, first half, then three-quarters, then all the way to its base. She felt the smooth skin of his shaft slide along her tongue and against her cheek and then deep into her throat.