Without Strings

Jason leaned back on the couch, one arm resting casually behind his head. He took a sip of his water, watching her intently as she wrestled with her emotions. "I can give you what you need, Gwen," he said, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "But you have to be sure. Once you cross that line, there's no going back."

Gwen shivered, the thrill of danger coursing through her veins. She glanced down at her phone, feeling guilty for even considering what Jason was offering. But then she looked up at him again, his strong, confident face, and knew that she couldn't resist any longer.

"I want this," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I want whatever it is you have to give me."

Jason's gaze burned into hers, his pupils dilated with desire. He set his glass of water down on the coffee table with a gentle thud, and then he was there, his strong hands cupping her face, his lips mere inches from her own. Gwen felt her breath hitch in her throat as he leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to tease the seam of her lips. She parted her mouth, allowing him to taste her, to consume her. His tongue danced with hers, a waltz of lust and need.

As their kiss deepened, Jason's hands left her face, traveling down her shoulders and then lower, over the curve of her breasts. Gwen moaned into his mouth, arching her back as he expertly undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing more and more of her flesh to the cool air. His hands continued their journey, moving lower still, to the waistband of her skirt, where he tugged it down, baring her legs to the touch of the morning breeze.

She moaned again, as she began hearing a faint noise. With her eyes closed, she tried to block the noise and focus on Jason's advancements. He was slowly, carefully undoing her bra, revealing her breasts to the cool morning air. His warm breath fanned across her nipples, causing them to harden and peak. His hands cupped her breasts, lifting them gently, as if they were the most precious things in the world. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking it hard. Gwen cried out, arching her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Then, her eyes opened to her bedroom. Alone, in her bedroom. "Oh, wow." she thought to herself. That had been the most intense and realistic dream she had ever had. She sat up in the bed, still shaking from her interactions with the man. She tried to remember but could not picture his face. She thought he gave her a name, but that was lost also. She glanced at the clock; it was late. She was going to be late for work. She rushed to get ready, barely able to focus on anything but the feeling the dream left her with.

Kyle stopped flipping the manual he had picked up. Supposedly it was how to create a great team, at your workplace. "Everything you ever wanted to know about leading a well-established and thrifty workforce."

"This is crap" he thought to himself. He leaned back in his chair and thought about what he had seen when he walked into the building. Were those two plotting something? He stopped his thought process quickly. "Okay, now you're just getting paranoid, Kyle" he thought.

He went back to the manual and tried to focus on it. It was boring, but it had some good points. He started to make some notes on a separate piece of paper, jotting down some ideas on how he could apply the strategies to his team. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew he should be more involved with his team, but something was holding him back.

"Was it Gwen" he asked himself. Bringing her onboard, especially under a guise of friendship. What if someone found out. His social media was filled with pictures of the two of them together. If they just happened onto one of those sites, they know exactly who she was. "Damn." again, he stopped his thinking. "Why so paranoid all of the sudden?"

Later that day, Kyle called a team meeting to go over the model arriving. "She should be here after lunch. Does anyone have any questions?" Kyle asked the employees he had gathered into the conference room.

There were a few murmurs of acknowledgement, but no one spoke up. He glanced around the room, wondering if anyone was suspicious. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

The meeting wrapped up, and everyone began to file out. As Kyle was about to leave the room, he noticed one of his team members, Travis, lingering at the back. He motioned for him to come forward. "Yes, Kyle?" Travis asked, his expression guarded.

"Is there something on your mind, Travis?" Kyle inquired gently.

"No. Not really, why do you ask?"

Kyle attempted an icy stare, a meager attempt at dominance. "I saw you talking with Seager, this morning. Is everything okay? You both seemed a little shady."

Travis visibly swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "It's nothing, really. We were just talking about the new model. You know how she's going to be working with us now. We were just...discussing how to make sure things go smoothly."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "I see. Well, I appreciate your loyalty and your concern for the team. But remember, Gwen is a friend of mine. We go back a long way. If you have any problems with that, I'm more than happy to talk about it."

Travis hesitated, his expression shifting. "No, no, of course not. It's just...she's pretty. And she's new. I guess I was just feeling a bit territorial, you know?" He gave a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, that came out wrong. I'm not trying to cause any problems."

Kyle smiled reassuringly. "It's fine, Travis. I understand. Just remember that Gwen and I have been friends for a long time. I trust her, and I trust you. If anything, ever comes up, feel free to talk to me about it." He placed a hand on Travis's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Now, get back to work. We've got a lot to do before she gets here."

Most of the employees gathered in the photography room, eagerly awaiting the new model. Kyle felt a little nervous. He knew everyone would love Gwen, he just wasn't sure he could keep up the facade she wasn't his wife. The door opening snapped him back to reality. It was Gwen. She was wearing a low cut V neck with some ripped up Daisy Dukes. "Damn, she was gorgeous, Kyle thought."

He went over and introduced her to the team, making sure everyone knew she was a friend of his. As they started working, he couldn't help but notice Travis giving Gwen some extra attention. "He's still a little territorial," he thought, as he laughed to himself.

Kyle walked over with a stack of papers. "Hey, Gwen. I'm gonna need you to sign a few documents, then I'll leave you to mingle and let everyone get acquainted."

"Of course, Kyle," she said with a smile, taking the papers from him. As she signed her name, he couldn't help but notice the way her hand moved gracefully across the page. He forced himself to focus on the documents, making sure they were in order. She flashed him a smile as she handed the stack back to him. "Anything else, sir?"

"Nope. That's all. Feel free to mingle and get to know all the guys. I'll be in my office if you need me." Kyle said as he started to walk away, only stopping quickly. "Oh, and 'sir' isn't needed around here. We keep everything casual."

Gwen smiled and nodded. "Of course, Kyle. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." She turned to the group, adjusting her hair slightly before addressing them. "So, how long have you all been working here? I've heard great things about this agency."

Her voice faded as Kyle walked away. When he finally reached his office he went and sat in his chair. Swiveling the chair around, he sat the stack of papers on the desk. "Damn. She was so fucking sexy" he thought to himself. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on work, but every time he thought about her being here, and how everyone else seemed to be enjoying her presence, it was hard for him to concentrate.

After a while, he heard a commotion outside his door. Curious, he got up and went to investigate. The guys were gathered around Travis, who looked a little flustered. "What's going on?" Kyle asked.

"She's amazing, man," Travis stammered. "She just...she just did this thing with her hair, and it was like she was playing with us. It was incredible." He looked at Kyle, his eyes wide with wonder. "I don't know how you did it, Kyle. How did you find someone like her?"

"She's just a friend, Travis," Kyle said, trying to calm him down.

"Okay, how did you never hit that?" Travis rephrased this time with a huge smile.

He put a hand on Travis's shoulder. "I guess that's a story for another time, Travis. Now, why don't you go back to work? I'm sure she'd appreciate some privacy while she gets ready for her shoot."

As Travis left the room, Kyle couldn't help but chuckle. He knew Travis was just jealous. He was probably jealous of him too if he were being honest. The truth was, there was something special about Gwen. Maybe it was her natural charisma, or her stunning looks, or the way she could make every man in the room feel like they were the only one she was interested in. Whatever it was, Kyle knew that having her here today was going to be an experience they'd all remember for a long time.

He went back to his office and tried to focus on work, but his mind kept wandering back to Gwen. He wondered what she was doing, if she was talking to anyone else in particular, if she was enjoying herself. He knew he should be professional, but it was hard when it was his wife.

He suddenly switched gears and decided to go and check on everyone. He figured, since they had been goofing off outside his door, he'd better make sure everything was still running smooth. Besides, Gwen should be just about ready to start her initial shoot.

As he walked through the office, he couldn't help but notice the energy had shifted. The guys were more focused on their work, less likely to engage in their usual banter. They all seemed to be on their best behavior, not wanting to do anything that might upset her. It was almost eerie, this sudden shift in the office dynamic. But then again, Gwen had that effect on people.

When he finally reached the studio, he had to stop. As he looked at her standing there, talking to Seager, Kyle felt mesmerized. She was angelic. So, beautiful. He could not ask for a better wife.

Seager paused, noticing Kyle approach, and called to him. "Hey, Kyle. Come here. I have a few questions."

Kyle sped up his pace slightly. "What's up man?"

Gwen shifted her pose toward Kyle. She made eye contact with him several times. Kyle that was her subtle way of flirting with him in front of all his underlings. It amused her. She knew that she had his full attention now.

"Well, Kyle, we were just discussing the lighting and the background for the shoot. I thought you might have some ideas." Seager said.

Kyle cleared his throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Oh, uh, yeah. I think we should go with a simple white background for the first few shots. That way we can really focus on her." He glanced at Gwen, trying not to look too obvious. "And, you know, play with the lighting a bit. Make it a little more dramatic."

Seager nodded. "That's a good idea. We can start with that and then move on to some more playful backgrounds as the shoot progresses." He turned to Gwen. "Are you comfortable with that, Gwen?"

She smiled at him. "Of course, Seager. Whatever you think is best."

The shoot went off without a hitch. Gwen said her goodbyes to all the guys in the office and waived at Kyle as she walked out the door. Kyle wrapped up his daily duties and headed home, on time.

He was still buzzing from the day's events. There was something about having Gwen there, the way she made him feel like he was the only man in the room. He knew it was probably just his imagination, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her. As he walked in the door, Gwen greeted him. "Hey, honey. What did you think? How did I do?" She seemed very excited and eager to hear his evaluation. He felt like he was a movie critic and she wanted him to critique her role.

"You were amazing, Gwen. Absolutely amazing. You really brought it today." He couldn't help but smile as he said it. She smiled back at him, looking relieved and pleased. He wanted to tell her more, to express how special she made him feel, but he didn't want to sound like he was gushing or overdoing it. Instead, he decided to change the subject. "So, how about dinner? I was thinking we could try that new Italian place that just opened up down the street."

She nodded. "That sounds great, honey. I'm starving." They exchanged a brief kiss before heading upstairs to get ready for dinner. As they climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but wonder if anyone else had ever felt this way about their partner. He knew they probably had, but somehow, having Gwen in his life made everything seem different, special. It was as if they were in their own little world, apart from everything else.

As they sat down at the restaurant, he noticed the way the light hit her face, the way her hair framed it perfectly. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She caught him staring and smiled shyly. "What?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Something on my face?"

Kyle shook his head. "I'm just admiring your beauty." He said, grasping her hand on the table. She smiled at him and gave his hand a little squeeze.

"Aw, baby."

Kyle's expression changed to a bit and a more serious expression replaced his previous. "Gwen, I've been meaning to talk to you. You know, about the issues you were having a few days ago. I just wanted to check and see if anything had changed."

She looked up at him with a smile. "No, I wouldn't say change. Just different?" She gave a bit of a laugh. She lowered her voice and leaned closer over the table. "I've been having these insane dreams, lately."

"Really? Like, scary?" Kyle asked, fearing the devices may having lasting effects on her.

She shook her head. "No. Like..." She paused for a second. "Really erotic ones."

Kyle's eyebrows shot up. "Oh," he said, unable to hide his surprise.

"Seriously. Like, crazy ones, too." She said with her mouth agape.

"Really?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, that's...interesting." He paused, trying to find the right words. "I mean, I'm glad they're not disturbing you or anything."

She giggled at his words. "Well, depends on what you mean by disturb." Kyle then joined in her laughter.

"Is that all. Just erotic dreams?"

"That's not enough?" She grinned at Kyle feigning shock. "Well, yeah... I mean, I guess. I'm like super horny all the time." Gwen made eye contact and seductively licked her top lip. "Like always."

This made Kyle raise his brows. "Really?" He was beside himself. This was good. Only good side effects. No worse. Maybe that was it. He was just using the devices too often. Perhaps if he didn't use them two days in a row, she'd be fine. After all, Jamaica was less than a week away and he had big, big plans for that vacation.

"Yes, really." Gwen giggled, her cheeks turning a little pink. "It's like I can't get enough. I keep thinking about you, wondering what it would be like to... to..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes drifting down to his lap, clearly imagining the things she wanted to do to him.

"Well, I'm here for you, Gwen." Kyle couldn't help but smile. He was more than happy to oblige. He leaned in closer, their bodies barely touching. "You can tell me what you're thinking, you know. I won't judge."

She bit her lip, looking into his eyes. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Absolutely positive." He nodded, his heart racing.

She smiled shyly, then leaned in as close as the table between them would allow. "I've been thinking about... you joining me in the restroom." She said as she got up from the table.

Kyle was stunned as he watched his wife walk away. He quickly looked around the restaurant as he waited to make a dart to restroom. He needed to make sure nobody was paying them any attention. As he waited, he felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He had never been in a situation like this before, and he wasn't quite sure what to expect.

A few moments later, Gwen grabbed Kyle as he entered the restroom and pushed him against the wall. She fell to her knees, sloppily undoing his pants and pulling his hard on with ease. Kyle's head fell back and bumped the wall. Gwen looked up at him as she inserted his cock in her mouth. "Ahh" Kyle cooed.

She sucked him with such skill, he began to think maybe all this had actually been practice for her. Her gaze remained on his eyes as she popped his cock out of her mouth and licked up the length. Then, grabbing his shaft she put her lips to her hand and seamlessly sucked as hard and as fast as she could.

"Oh my god, babe!" Kyle yelped, completely amazed at this feeling. He was so close to reaching orgasm already. She remained at her pace, and he began forcefully shoving her head down. He grabbed her head with both hands, stopping her bobbing and began to thrust himself into her mouth. Rapidly fucking her face, he felt the end near.

"Swallow this shit, you fucking slut" he said as his cum erupted into her throat.

As the stream began to stop, he released her head from his grasp and fell back to the wall. Gwen, never letting loose of his cock followed and began sucking aggressively. "Oh wow." He began to stammer. "That was... that was..."

She stood, got face to face with him. Parting her lips, and wiping a smidge of drool she said, "I know." With that, she walked out of the room and headed back to their table.

As they walked back, the waiter came.