Sienna

It was a hot summer afternoon, I sat on the fur couch in my husband's one million dollar

mansion, sipping a chill Moèt Rosè when my phone screen lit up with an email

notification from Hermès. I have been given the deal to influence the brand. Amongst

many luxury brand deals, this one was my top priority that I've worked for, for a very long

time.

I was to be on a jet immediately to Paris for the fashion show, I should get ready, then I remembered I have a fagg9t husband who says I must ask his consent before doing

whatnot. I picked up my phone to dial his contact, but of course, he didn't take his call.

“Fucking fool.” I muttered, throwing my phone across the couch, picked up my bag and

headed to his office.

As I walked into the building, the cool breeze of the air condition rested on my face and

causing my hair to fly in smooth rhythm, the receptionist and other workers stared at me

as though something bad was about to happen.

“What!?” I hissed, rolling my eyes at the receptionist who kept moping at me.

I went straight to the bar to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate with my husband

when I break the good news to him.

Walking through the last floor where my husband's office was situated, I had the sudden

urge to take a turn and drive back home, but for some reasons I kept walking with my

shoulders high.

“Mrs Brooks? Mrs Brooks–” my husband's secretary came calling from behind me as I

tried to turn the knob of my husband's office door.

“What exactly is wrong with all of you in this office? What do you want?” I howled at the

secretary.

“Mr. Brooks is indisposed at the moment. He demanded strictly for no distractions.” She

said with her hands shaky, obstructing me from going into my husband's office.

“Excuse me? Are you new here? I am his wife, and not distractions! Get out of my way!”

Her audacity had my chest feeling tight, who did she think she was speaking to in that

manner?

Reluctantly, she stepped out of the door and I stomped into the office.

My husband wasn't at his desk when I got in so I assumed he must be at the sitting room

next door.

“Babe?” I called out to him.

The sitting room was empty as well then I heard the sound of water from the bathroom.

“Alex are you in there?”

“Hey, I didn't know you were coming…”

The bathroom door flung open, and my husband came out, adjusting his pants and belt.

“You should stop coming here unannounced… it's unprofessional.”

“I'm sorry… I just wanted—”

“Go home, Sienna.” He commanded, cutting me off.

“Won't you at least hear me out?” The pitch of my voice rising as I followed him to his

desk.

“Go the fuck home!” He slammed his hands on the desk.

I stood speechless for a minute, my teeth grinding, as I stared at him, fighting the urge to

pounce on his stoic face.

I stomped out of his office, I didn't just want to go home because I needed a confirmation

that there was someone in the bathroom with him. He didn't have on his usual oud scent,

I perceived a mixture of vanilla and marshmallow scent from him.

Alex might think he's smart but I know he's not slippery enough.

I got to the lobby to tip the receptionist to give me intel and who goes into Alexander's

office.

“I'm sorry ma'am, it's against the company's policy” She said, with her eyes still fixated

on the computer screen.

Such a bitch. Company policy my ass!

***

I drove back home and decided to wait for Alex till he comes back. The sun was already

setting and I hasn't packed any suitcase yet. I felt heated up, like something in me

needed to be fixed, something that hasn't been fixed for a very long time. Then I felt

moist in my pants, I took the athroom and pulled my oants down, dipped a finger in my

pussy and took it out. And it was a slimy liquid. I was horny.

It's been 3 years of my marriage to Alex and I can't remember the last time we've had sex.

Alex always say he's had a long day or he wasn't feeling too strong to bang me.

My flight to Paris was in three hours, but I needed to release the heat off me, maybe

some videos of two hot pornstars would relieve me.

So I took my rose toy and went back to the couch where I had dropped my phone. I laid

down on my back, I hung my left leg on the top of the couch, my other leg on the floor.

I put on the vibrator and placed it on my clit, while I watched some big ass lady riding on

a massive bulge on my phone. Her ass bouncing on his dick in a sensual rhythm, her

fluids dripling down his balls and he banged her. I took a deep breathe, my jaw dropped.

I've always imagined getting fucked that way.

My waist whining on the couch as I rubbed on my nipples, while my other fingers kept

playing in my already drioping pussy. The toy kept buzzing, taking me in steps to cloud

nine. I was almost there, but I needed to delay the ecstacy because I wanted to watch

more intense thrusting of dick from the porn. The view made me crave intensly for a man,

a real man and not Alexander that had nothing to offer but his money. I put my focus

back on the video, with more concentration to get to climax because I was already

getting disgusted by letting the thought of Alex distract me.

I kept rubbing on my clit, dipping my muddle finger into my pussy and rubbing my fluids

all over my clit. I felt like I was going to explode. The orgasm was already building up. My

toes twisted and my eyes rolled into my head.

“Arghhh” I was almost at the peak when I heard the entrance door swing open. I sprang

up immediately, adjusting my dress and hiding the toy behind me. Then I realized it's

been raining.

Standing at the door drenched in rain with his jaw dropped was Roman, my husband's

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