The Boss Ch. 04

Adam's face twisted in a wicked grin as he growled, "It won't be," She gasped and shuddered in pleasure as his fingers tangled in her hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck.

Before she could protest, his lips were on her skin, hot and demanding. She shuddered and managed to get out, "What makes you so sure it won't?" between gasps for air as he thrust into her again.

"Because you'll never want to stop fucking me," he muttered into her neck before turning and pinning her against the cold shower tiles, "Now that you've had a taste, there's no going back. You know it, I know it. Every inch of each other...I promise you won't regret it. We can go deeper this time if you want... I'll show you."

Lottie could only moan in agreement as she felt him grow harder inside her. She clung onto his shoulders as he slammed into her repeatedly with every ounce of strength he had left until they both came tumbling down together in an exhausted heap on the bathroom floor.

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Harry listened intently, drinking in every word as he stroked his cock; they were really fucking. One drunk night together after starting this new adventure, she was fucking his best friend, and he loved it.

His wife was being taken by another man; no, she wasn't being taken. She wanted this just as much. Her moans, her lack of fight at Adam's words. But he was right; this wouldn't be the last time.

Harry didn't want it to be the last time.

Harry's breath quickened as he listened to the sounds of pleasure emanating from the bathroom. His mind raced with visions of Adam's hands roaming over his wife, making her gasp and moan. He felt himself nearing climax, his muscles tense and ready to unleash. With a groan, he released every ounce of pleasure; ropes of cum spilt onto the floor near the bathroom door.

His heart raced as he scrambled towards his room, not wanting to be seen in this weak state. He couldn't help but feel a desire to speak with Lottie and assure her that it was all going to be alright. Fear lurked at the back of his mind. What would she think of her husband enjoying this? But he refused to acknowledge it further, pushing on towards his room.

--

Adam was sitting on the shower floor with Lottie straddling him, his hands firmly gripping her hips as she bounced up and down. He gasped as he felt her grip him so tightly from within, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Lottie, you're incredible," he moaned, seemingly in a state of bliss.

Lottie groaned and screamed his name as her body surged in pleasure with each thrust. She clawed his back, desperate to draw out the last moments she had before he released into her. "Your cock, your glorious, perfect fucking cock!" She howled in near delirium as her muscles tightened around him. Her mind swirled with anticipation of what was to come, knowing that this was going to be the best load yet.

Adam smiled as he looked into Lottie's wild eyes.

"Fill me, Adam, fucking fill me!" she begged.

Adam chuckled and thrust harder, "Again? Harry won't want to raise my kid," he teased.

"It's safe; give it to me, Adam!" Lottie growled.

Adam felt the sweet pleasure begin to course through his veins like molten lava as he pulled Lottie closer, her warmth enveloping him. His hips bucked fiercely, the sheer intensity of bliss radiating from his core and driving him beyond the brink. With a guttural moan, Adam let go, allowing the waves of pure ecstasy to pass through his body until his muscles relaxed in contentment.

A torrent of hot liquid fire cascaded down her body, a rush of pleasure more powerful than the shower. Adam's cum was like molten lava inside her, flooding her with an ecstatic heat more powerful than earlier that night. The intensity of it all left her breathless as she gasped for air, consumed by passion and desire.

"Fuck, that was good," Lottie let out.

"So good," Adam said while grabbing her ass, still sunk on his cock.

"We need to clean up." She said seriously, breaking the tone, "I have a husband in the other room."

"I haven't forgotten. I simply don't care if we keep doing this," Adam said as he lifted her up slightly off him before pushing her back down onto his cock.

Lottie quivered as she felt his still strong yet softening penis inside her. Knowing she had to get to Harry and tell him before he caught them, she said, "Let's freshen up. We may be able to avoid his rage if we get lucky."

Grinning, Adam lifted her off him, and they helped each other up, cleaning each other in the hot stream from the shower, "I have to have you again, Lottie."

"I think it would be best if I spoke to Harry alone," Lottie suggested. "And maybe you should head home now."

"Yeah, I will," he replied, aware this might be their last moment together. They touched each other tenderly as they washed away the sweat and grime from their night of passion. Once out of the shower, Adam gathered his clothing before calling a taxi.

Lottie cast a worried glance at Adam as she said, "I'll contact you if things are all right. If not, I guess Harry will be talking to you." The moment was here for her to finally tell Harry the truth.

Adam's eyes followed Lottie as she walked him to the door. "I had an incredible time tonight, Lottie. You really are something." He turned her to face him. "I want this again, Lottie, don't you?" he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Lottie's cheeks flushed as Adam leaned in closer. His breath felt warm against her skin, and she ducked away shyly, turning her head so their lips wouldn't meet. "I do, but wait," she murmured softly. Her heart beat quickly as he stepped back and smiled one last time before his taxi pulled up, and he walked down the driveway until his figure disappeared around the corner.

As she closed the front door and locked it with a click, Lottie couldn't help but feel like this was just the beginning of their story. She turned around to face her living room, thinking about all the possibilities that lay ahead.

As she closed the front door and locked it with a click, Lottie couldn't help but feel like this was just the beginning of what was going to be a long, long day. She turned around to face the stairs, thinking about all the possibilities that lay ahead.

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Lottie's hand trembled, reaching for their bedroom door handle. With a deep breath, she pushed it open, and guilt immediately washed over her. He sits there, awake, his expression unreadable in the dim lamplight. All of her confidence that he would be okay with this drained away at the first look at him.

Tears burst from her eyes like waterfalls, and her knees buckled beneath her.

Lottie broke down instantly. He knows.

"How could I have been so stupid? God, I'm so sorry, Harry! Take whatever you want, I won't fight you on it...just cast me out of your life because I don't deserve to be here."

Harry rushed over to her, pulling Lottie into a tight embrace, his arms cradling her head as she wept. He whispered tenderly, "It's okay, Lottie. Everything is going to be all right."

Lottie cried into Harry's shoulder, and he held her until the tears subsided. When she finally looked up at him, he said softly, "Look, I pushed you at work. I pushed you last night."

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed into her eyes. "And I heard you earlier in the shower," he continued.

"Hate me!" Lottie hissed out between sobs. She felt ashamed of what she'd done.

Harry sighed and hugged her closer to him. "It's okay," he repeated. His voice was gentle yet firm and reassuring, "I won't ever hate you. I will only ever love you."

"I betrayed you, Harry. I'm not worthy of you, and you shouldn't have to deal with someone like me." Lottie cried out.

Pushing her away from his embrace, pulling her chin up to look at him, he spoke with a new intensity, "I wanted this," Pulling her chin back as she tried to retreat her gaze, "Look at me! I wanted all of this."

She screamed out, "I AM A WHORE, HARRY!" Her voice shaking with rage, for could he not comprehend the depths of her depravity? "I let Charlie touch me at work! I made him cum twice, harry! Your wife cheated on you twice at work, and Adam..." Tears cascaded down her face like a waterfall as she stumbled away from Harry, every step full of loathing.

Pushing Harry away and running across the room, frantically tearing through the wardrobe, she snatched anything within reach that could possibly help her get through a few days. Her mind raced with ideas of where to go, where she could hide from all of her fuck ups. Liv, she thought - she didn't even deserve that. She didn't deserve kindness. Desperately clutching a pile of clothes and stuffing it in her bag.

Harry felt the rage rise in him as he watched Lottie look for her bag, his mind spinning with all that had transpired. He flew across the room and snatched her bag from her grasp before throwing it to the ground. With barely a thought, he bounded towards her and seized both her wrists before throwing her onto the bed.

His lips collided with hers in a passionate yet tender kiss. But despite his embrace, Lottie still wept, struggling against him to free herself. Fury filled him at her resistance. If she would just fucking listen!

"WILL YOU FUCKING STOP!" His roar finally broke through to her, and she stopped squirming beneath him. He grabbed her hands and pinned them back against the bed, insistent but gentle as he spoke, "I'm not fucking leaving you. You are not leaving me. Will you just fucking listen!"

Pulling off her sitting back on his heels, Harry calmed himself. "Look, I pushed you in every way possible. I wanted all of this. I was scared. I was scared you would think how pathetic I was, wanting my wife to go off with other men."

"Harry," Lottie tried to speak, but Harry cut her off.

Harry's heart ached as he spoke, "I love you, and I will hold nothing that has happened against you. It's forgotten, I want us to be happy, and I am sorry, I am sorry I put you in this position without talking to you truthfully."

Lottie sat up, staring at Harry, "I betrayed you, Harry. You have nothing to say sorry for!"

Harry shook his head, "You don't have to be sorry. You deserve better, and I want to be that person for you." He kissed her forehead and brought her into a passionate embrace once more.

"It's okay," he whispered into her ear as he stroked her hair. "We'll figure it out together. We can do this."

Lottie leaned into Harry, letting his embrace and gentleness soothe her tears. She knew she didn't deserve his forgiveness but was determined to prove her love for him and make amends.

The heat of her shame was palpable as Lottie stared into Harry's eyes. She had to explain it all to him, no matter how much she wanted to avoid it. "It all felt so good," she whispered barely audibly, "I wanted it. I can't deny how Charlie and Adam made me feel. I couldn't control myself."

Lottie's eyes were blazing red, with tears streaming down her face. She looked right at him, her voice shaking with conviction. "You opened the door for them, Harry, but I invited them in, I let them use me--and worst of all, I enjoyed it!" A sob rose from within her chest as she cried out in anguish.

"Look, start from the beginning. What happened when I left the office this morning?"

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Lottie paused to breathe as she finished her story of coming and going with Charlie before sneaking into Adam's room after Harry had passed out. She grimaced as Harry asked for details as she described how they had gone down on each other before waking up to fuck and then later, dripping wet from the shower, how their bodies entwined again.

"I know, I heard the shower," Harry said, soothing her with his hands running over her shoulders.

"Ohh, I'm so sorry, Harry," she said as tears began forming in her eyes again.

Harry's eyes dropped to his lap, "I, I was outside the door. I, uh, I came while listening to you two... and, um... let it happen. I'm so sorry I'm not who you thought you married. I'm pathetic." His voice trailed off weakly as a deep red flush swept across his face.

Lottie's hand moved up to his face, softly caressing his cheek. "No, no, it was my fault, Harry," she whispered as she wiped the tears from her face. "You're not pathetic for enjoying it. I should have been more clear about how Charlie made me feel, but I promise nothing like this will ever happen again between us."

"That's really what you want?" Harry asked, looking up at her.

Lottie's heart raced; Harry was the light of her life, yet after discovering the joys of the pleasures of being with Charlie and Adam, she wanted to experience more. She knew it would be risky and was torn between being faithful to Harry and enjoying new experiences. "I won't risk our marriage again," Lottie firmly declared as she looked into Harry's eyes.

"It would never threaten our marriage," Harry uttered passionately.

Lottie searched his eyes. She could sense the battle raging within him to release whatever thoughts he held inside.

"I've dreamed of this! I want everyone in that room to be envious of me, I want them to relish you, and I want you to soak up their admiration to enjoy everything they can give you, that maybe I cant... But at the end of the night, I'll know you're coming home with me, that your heart belongs only to me." Harry's voice quivered as he fought to make his words known.

Lottie felt her heart racing as she looked into his eyes, and she held his face in her hands and ravished him with a deep and desperate kiss. "You give me the world, don't ever doubt that," she whispered against his lips.

"I love you," he declared passionately, "We make love. Tell me, was what you did with Adam making love?"

Lottie's throat went dry as she stuttered, "N-no."

"He fucked you. You were begging for it," he growled menacingly, "it wasn't love. It was primal passion and lust. You loved it, but I don't give you that do I?"

A quiet "yes" escaped Lottie's lips as she wondered what Harry had in mind.

He clasped her hand and reassured her, "If you'd like to keep going, we can."

"Yes, and Charlie, if it comes to it," He said, his trembling slowly fading as he regained control over his emotions after the humiliation of his confession. "I just want you to tell me everything this time. I want this."

"Fuck Harry, are we really this messed up?" she wondered out loud.

"Yessss," Harry hissed out before grabbing her face and pulling it to his. His tongue invaded her mouth.

She tore her clothes off in a frenzy, Harry quickly joining her in the furious undressing. Completely exposed to each other, they collapsed onto the bed, his eyes devouring every inch of her body as she stared intently at him. The heat between them was almost palpable, and their hearts beat wildly out of control.

Lottie moaned as she felt his hands roaming across her body, exploring her curves and tracing her shape with his fingertips. He dragged her back to the bed. His lips kissed up and down her neck, pausing to suck softly on her sensitive skin as Harry's hands worked their way under her shirt, softening her body with each stroke.

Their bodies moved together in a trance-like state, their need for one another growing with each touch. Lottie could feel his arousal rising as he pressed against her, longing for satisfaction and release. Their mouths locked together again in a passionate embrace, their tongues caressing one another in a wild dance of desire until they finally gave in to their craving and allowed the intensity of pleasure to overwhelm them.

Moving his hands lower, Harry pushed Lottie's legs apart so he could explore her body further. His breath became faster as his tongue licked and teased at her slit, exploring every inch of her until she gasped and moaned with pleasure.

He kissed and sucked hungrily at her pussy, the sensation sending waves of pleasure throughout her body as she let out a moan that was music to Harry's ears. He continued to work his magic until Lottie felt herself on the brink of orgasm.

"Yess, Harry, keep going. FUCK, IM SO CLOSE..." She cried out, "I need you in me, please, Harry."

Lifting himself up, Harry entered her with one swift motion, their eyes remaining locked in a gaze of pure love and desire. He moved inside her slowly at first, building up a rhythm that caused both of them to gasp with pleasure. He continued to thrust into her passionately until, finally, they both reached the peak of pleasure.

Lottie gasped as she felt the difference, the absence of those few inches that separated her from Adam's girth and length. But in that moment, what she desired was not physicality--it was connection. "I love you," She murmured into hlayips as he continued to thrust deeply into her, their bodies becoming one.

The pleasure that Lottie and Harry shared was unlike anything they'd ever experienced before. As if they'd evolved just this morning, it was no longer about the sex. The connection was what was pushing both of their buttons.

As he moved inside her, she felt her body trembling from the intensity of it all. With each thrust, she seemed to be pushed further and further into an abyss of ecstasy.

Their breathing quickened as they both felt like time was standing still. Every passionate stroke was more beautiful than the last, their connection growing even stronger with each passing second. "Oh my god," she gasped, her body trembling in anticipation of the pleasure awaiting her.

"I love you," he whispered, his movements becoming increasingly intense as he held her close.

Finally, Harry could no longer contain himself and gave in to the wave of pleasure that cascaded over them both.

The sheer force of it sent a wave of pleasure through Lottie's entire body, pushing her over the edge into pure bliss. She cried out his name in delight as they both succumbed to the moment and lay there motionless afterwards, completely satisfied with one another.

Lottie let out a long sigh and leaned into him, her heart still beating rapidly in her chest. "That was... incredible," she whispered in his ear.

He tightened his grip on her slightly, resting his forehead against hers, "I love you, Lottie, and I always will."

The sun shone faintly through the window, the kiss of a new day dawning outside, yet nothing else seemed to matter beyond the two of them in that moment. They stayed like this until the light grew brighter, an undeniable reminder that life moved forward, but something inside both had shifted irrevocably.

"Maybe, hmm...we could continue this game with Adam," Harry said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" Lottie inquired.

"Tell him you told me about Charlie but not that I know you two fucked. That the drink meant I forgot most of last night."

"Fuck you're crazy, Harry," Lottie said as she smacked his thigh, though a spark of thrill surged through her. "Are you sure? That would mean...you won't be able to join in on this?"

"I know, and I trust you. You can tell me everything that happens after, every detail," he said. "I think we need another shower now, eh? Round two?".