Fucked by both my Bosses—Stroking his cock 3.

Charissa POV

I composed myself, opening my bedroom door only to see my husband standing at the door.

He eyed my flushed cheeks.

“Why do you look so flushed?”

Panic immediately rushed into me.

“Because, uh, I'm... tired. Yes, I'm just tired.”

I forced a smile.

He arched a brow but nodded.

“I would be going on a trip with Mrs Claremont,” he announced, typing away on his phone.

“Um... Okay,” I muttered.

He didn't bother to look at me as he turned and left.

I made my way to their bedroom, opening the door slowly.

Mr Claremont lay on the bed, still completely naked and fast asleep.

I swallowed, my eyes glued to his exposed cock. His muscled body sprawled out on the bed.

Images of him wrapping his big hands around my neck as he dominated me with his body made my pussy clench.

Precum dripped onto my panties despite the fact that I had just had an orgasm.

I rushed to their closet, pushing Mrs Claremont's things into her suitcase.

My eyes straying back to Dante every now and then.

His erect cock seemed to be calling out to me. Pushing me to touch, feel just how big it actually is.

I tried to distract myself by reminding my brain that this was my boss, but that only made me hornier.

It was almost starting to get painful just watching him. So, I decided to do the most stupid thing ever.

I gave in to my intrusive thought.

I dropped the packed suitcase and slowly crawled to his bedside.

At first, all I did was stare. My mind still trying to convince me to turn back, but I didn't, I couldn't.

I was just going to touch, nothing more.

Touching wasn't a bad thing.

I slowly reached for his erect cock, wrapping my hands around it.

“Fuck! It's huge... and soft,” I murmured to myself, and as if I was being controlled by some puppet master, I began to stroke his cock.

Slowly at first, conscious not to wake him, but the minute the first spurt of precum trickled out of his cock, a whimper escaped me.

I increased my speed. I could feel my pussy throbbing, so I slipped two fingers into my pussy, pleasuring us both.

Mr Claremont let out a groan, bucking his hips up, more precum sliding down, acting as lube.

I panted, letting my tongue fall out as I stared at his precum.

I wanted to taste him, so badly.

I rocked my hips on my finger. My hand moving faster on his dick.

By now, I was breathing heavily. Eyes closed, head thrown back, lips parted.

I imagined Dante's cock inside me while his wife sits on my face.

“Ahh...” A loud moan escaped me.

My stomach tightened with pleasure. I could feel myself getting close.

“Yes...” I breathed as my orgasm washed over me.

At the same time, Mr Claremont bucked his hips forward as ropes of cum spurted out, staining the bed and my hand.

I slowly brought my hand to my lips, closing my eyes as I licked the cum clean off as though in a trance.

Once my senses finally came back, I turned to Mr Claremont to see him propped up on his elbow as he stared at me.

My eyes widened.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, picking the suitcase and rushing out of the bedroom.

I just keep sinking myself deeper and deeper, don't I?

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The next day, I avoided Mr Claremont like he was the plague.

I woke up earlier than usual, cleaned the house, then locked myself in my bedroom before Mr Claremont could wake up.

I had no idea how much he had seen, but I definitely knew he saw more than enough.

I made sure to wait till he had left the house before coming out of my bedroom.

The cook gave me a strange look.

“Good morning,” I greeted her. “Would Mr Claremont be home late tonight?”

She gave me a confused look.

“I should be asking you that. You are their maid, aren't you?”

She glared at me before walking off, picking her things and leaving.

She was such a bitch.

Jade was their cook. She never stays over. Her job was to cook, then leave.

I walked into the kitchen, getting something to eat.

The moment I entered the kitchen, I remembered my first day in this kitchen and what I had seen.

Only thinking of it made my stomach clench. I shook my head and took a plate of food, heading out of the kitchen. I sat on the sofa and ate my bacon and eggs. Once I was done, I decided to give myself a proper tour of the house since I felt bored.

I walked around the house, looking through every room until I found myself in front of the Claremont's bedroom. Just looking at the room made my cheeks turn red.

I slowly opened it and entered. I walked around the gigantic bedroom, looking through each and every cupboard.

Some of the cupboards were filled with lingerie belonging to Mrs Claremont, while others held Dante's briefs.

I picked up one of the briefs, running my hand through it.

From the very day I stepped foot in this house, I already found Dante completely attractive, but to think of pursuing that attraction?

I don't think I ever could.

I slowly placed the boxers back in, pushing the cupboard closed. I decided I had seen enough and turned to leave the room.

Then my eyes caught one more cupboard. It was placed at the other far end of the room, like someone intended to keep it entirely excluded.

I thought of leaving. Whoever must have done that obviously didn't want anyone touching it, but I was too much of a curious person.

I succumbed to my curiousness and made my way to the cupboard, pushing it open.

My hand immediately flew to my mouth in disbelief as I took in the contents of the cupboard.

They were vibrators, strap-ons of different sizes, neck collars, whips, and so much more.

I could feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. I wanted to close it and leave, but I just couldn't.

My hand itched to feel them. I knew about sex toys, but I had never had enough money to afford any. I picked up each one of them, feeling them on my hand.

I held the whip longer, wondering how it would feel on my butt while I'm collared and handcuffed to the bed.

My nipples hardened immediately. I let out a whimper, and as if in a daze, I spread my legs, placing the whip in-between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth on my clit.

“Fuck!” I breathed.

I began to move my hips faster as my breathing quickened, but then the sound of a telephone brought me back to reality.

I immediately put the rope back in the cupboard and rushed out of the bedroom, going downstairs.

When I got to the sitting room, my husband stood there, the telephone to his ear.

Once he noticed me, he dropped it.

“I thought you travelled with Mrs Claremont,” I asked.

He shook his head.

“She told me to drop her at the airport and return home.”

I nodded.

“So, do you want to come with me to my bedroom?” I asked.

I desperately needed release.

He shook his head.

“I can't. I need to meet a friend.”

“What for?” I asked, folding my hand, a pout on my lips.

“He...um, said he has a new job opportunity for me.”

My eyes hardened.

“You aren't going to gamble again, are you?”

“What, no, no,” he chuckled, but I felt he was lying. Either way, there was nothing I could do about it.

I scoffed and stormed back into my bedroom. I was completely turned off by his behavior.

I really regret marrying him.

Now I am reaping the consequences of my actions.