Stolen By The Boss

No, I glance at Sophia from across the club, Sophia’s a gem. She has an energy about her, something every man is salivating over right now as they watch her. Her ruby red lips look delectable, even from here. I’m sure every motherfucker in this room right now is as hard as I am just merely being in her presence.

She plays with the straw in her drink as she talks to a few men on the other side of the bar. They hang on her every word. And why wouldn’t they? She’s gorgeous.

She’s caught the attention of Humphrey Hollingsworth, and I excuse myself from the ladies and cross the floor to where Humphrey is shaking her hand.

“I’ve met your wife, Mr. Maddox,” Humphrey says with a leering smile.

I take my place by her side, wrapping an arm around her trim waist. “Then you’re one of the lucky men in this room who get to lay eyes on her.”

Humphrey chortles. “This is very true.” He turns his attention solely to me. “Are you both enjoying my club?”

I nod. “Very much so. I think tonight, since my wife is new to the scene, we’ll probably just watch.”

Humphrey slaps my back. “Yes, watching. Great idea. Follow me. I have just the place for you to watch from.”

I smile, realizing I should have said look around, or scope out, or any other word other than watch. Where I simply meant it as I was just looking to get a feel for the club, Humphrey took it as Sophia and I would be interested in watching other couples have sex.

“Lead the way,” I say, not wanting to go against him when he’s someone whose trust I’m trying to gain.

Sophia’s eyes widen, and she knows exactly what’s about to happen. She’s a big girl, though. She should be able to handle it. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle it, however.

Humphrey leads us to a private room upstairs. “In here. Just through the windows, you’ll be able to watch everything on the main floor. Now, you’ll have full privacy up here, so don’t be shy. No one can really see into the windows. So get as sexual as you want.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hollingsworth,” Sophia says.

“Please, call me Humphrey.”

She gives him a seductive smile that nearly brings me to my knees. “Humphrey,” she drawls out his name.

He winks and leaves the room.

I lock it, making sure we’re alone.

“What are we doing?” Sophia says as soon as the door clicks locked.

I rush to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. “It’s ok. We don’t have to watch anything.”

“People can see into these windows. It’s like we watch them, they watch us.”

“We can fake it.” I move to look out onto the main floor. The party’s kicked up, and people make out on a couch below.

“Fake it how?”

I glance around our room. The walls are red with wrought-iron sconces, casting a soft orange glow throughout the small space. There’s a large couch type bench that sits against a wall of windows with a view of beds scattered around the main floor. Couples make their way to them to partake in their sexual fun for the evening. There is no shame here, they are just driven by lust. “We must pretend we’re hot and bothered by this.” I jab a thumb over my shoulder, pointing toward the hedonism.

“Do you think anyone will watch us?”

I walk over to the dimmer switch on the wall, turning down the lights. “They won’t be able to see much.” I sit on the couch by the window. “You can sit on my lap, and we can just look like our hands are busy doing things to each other.”

She sits on my lap, both of us facing the window, and my dick grows harder by the second. “Like this?” She flings her hair over her left shoulder so it exposes her neck to me.

I grind my teeth as she repositions herself on my lap. “Sophia, I’m going to sport wood while we do this.”

She laughs a little. “I would hope so. I’m sure I’ll be drenched.”

“Does watching people turn you on?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”

“Look out the window. See the couple down below? The two men touching that blonde woman.” It’s the blonde from earlier. Barbie.

We watch together, silent, as two men explore her body. She’s not completely naked, but close.

“This is a turn on,” she whispers.

I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock grows even harder as the temperature in the room heats. We’re watching people in sexual situations and I’ve got this woman who’s practically a stranger on my lap. This beautiful woman that I’m pretending is my wife.

How did we get here?

She moans, leaning her head back, her neck begging for my mouth.

Fuck. I’m gonna lose control.