Fucked by both my Bosses—Temptation 1.

Charissa POV

I pushed my legs together as I fidgeted with my hands.

It was finally the day of my interview and I was loosing my wits.

This is definitely my husband's fault. If he wasn't such a drunk he would be able to hold a job for more than two weeks and I wouldn't have to apply for a maid at the Claremont's mansion.

Speaking of the devil, my husband rushed in.

“Why do you look so nervous?” His eyes moved down to my chest. “And why is your button gone?”

On my way here, I had popped one of the buttons of my button up white shirt, exposing the top of my breast. My breast was so full that I feared it would pop out of my dress at anytime.

I glared at him, ignoring him.

“Get out of here. I don't want them knowing we are married.” I whisper shouted at him, feeling irritated.

He glared hard at me before storming out.

I just rolled my eyes trying to compse myself.

Since, I was taking a job at the same place he worked as a driver, it would be better if they didn't know we were married, most people hated employing married couples.

Atleast this way I could keep an eye on him, making sure he doesn't lose his job to alcohol again while also earning some extra bucks.

“Miss Charissa.” An elegantly dressed woman walked into the living room, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor.

I could tell from the way she looked that she was definitely the owner.

“Mrs Claremont.” I stood up shaking her extended hand.

“Please, have your seat.” She gestured back to the seat. She looked at her wrist watch before looking back at me with a smile.

“I'm sorry, my husband is late but don't worry we can start without him.”

“So, have you ever worked as a maid before?” She asked.

“No ma'am, but don't worry I am a really fast learner.” I assured her.

She nodded her head.

“Good because I travel alot for work and you would be the one in charge of handling the entire house. Is that okay with you?”

I nodded eagerly.

“Then congrats, you are hired.”

“Really?” I asked surprised. That was way easier than I thought.

“Yes. You see I don't have time for much of an interview and I have to get to work...”

“Sorry, I'm late.”

A deep, authoritative voice spoke, making my stomach clench as I turned around.

A huge, handsome hunk of a man strolled into the living room unbothered.

He was at least seven feet tall with a built phisque. Even from the long sleeved button up shirt he was wearing you could tell he had well defined muscles just from the way his shirt hugged him.

“Good, you are here.” Mrs Claremont bellowed. Um...Charissa, this is my husband Dante, and Dante, this is Charissa, our new maid.”

“Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand out.

I immediately rushed to take it, excitement pooling in my stomach.

I watched as his eyes flickered down to my exposed chest before immediately focusing on my eyes again.

I had no idea why that made me feel giddy but it did.

“Um...excuse me. I would be in my office if you need me.”

I watched as he walked out, my eyes lingering on him a moment longer.

He looked so sexy.

Mrs Claremont led me to what she described as my bedroom for the duration of my stay. 

She handed me my uniform. A black, short gown that stopped just below my butt. It looked too short but I didn't dare voice that out, not if I still wanted to keep my job.

“You are to pair them with this.” She also handed me a pair of thigh length, black see through socks. “You must wear this while you clean the house understood?”

“Yes ma'am.” I nodded.

“I will let you get settled in. You resume work tomorrow.”

I agreed and thanked her before she left.

Letting out a groan, I flopped on the massive bed.

I felt so exhausted.

Remembering I needed to take a bath, I rushed to the bathroom, taking a quick bath. 

Once I was done, I changed into my short, silk nightgown and crawled into bed.

I tried to force myself to sleep but for some reason my eyes refused to close so I picked up the empty glass jar in my room and decided to get water from the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, I almost dropped the jar with what I saw.

Propped on the wall was Mrs Claremont. She had her head thrown back, her breast bounced up and down as Mr Claremont pounded into her.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waists.

“Fuck me harder,” she moaned. 

All I could do was stare, my eyes wide. I was supposed to turn away but I couldn't. I just watched as her husband fucked her, his back muscles flexing as he thrust deep into her.

Then the strangest, hottest thing happened. 

Mrs Claremont locked eyes with me. I expected her to freak or maybe shout at me to get out but instead she smirked and bit her lips and...Fuck.

I could feel myself getting wet.

Her moans grew louder as she stared at me, her hands digging into her husband's back.

Then suddenly, I got back to my senses and ran back to my bedroom. I didn't stop until I was in my room.

I immediately pulled up my gown, removed my pants and pushed two fingers into my swollen cunt.

“Ahh..”. I moaned, throwing my head back as I rubbed my clit with my thumb, images of Dante and Mrs Claremont filled my mind. I rocked hard on my fingers, pumping them in and out of me roughly.

Suddenly a violent orgasm ripped out of me. I collapsed on the bed completely spent. My throat was parched but I was too scared to go downstairs.

I wake up the next day, completely un aware on how or when I had fallen asleep the previous night.

I rushed to the bathroom, taking a shower. Memories of last night flooded my brain as I allowed the warm water to cascade down by full, firm breasts down to my pussy causing warm sensations throughout my body.

I could feel myself getting wet already. My nipples growing firm. 

I slowly moved my hand down to my wet, throbbing pussy...

“Charissa,” Mrs Claremont's voice snapped me from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, turning off the shower. 

I hurriedly wore my uniform and rushed downstairs.

Mrs Claremont was seated with one guy and a lady. They were all dressed professionally.

I watched as her eyes ran down my body. Her lips twisted into a small smirk, causing me to squirm, pressing my legs together as memories from last night flood my memory again.

“I would be gone for a few days. Take good care of Dante, okay?”

“Yes ma'am.” I nodded, my hands joined together.

“Good.” She stood up. “For now, take a cup of coffee upstairs. Dante would need it. He was completely drunk last night.”

“Of course ma'am.”

I rushed to the kitchen, hyper aware of eyes on my butt as I moved.

I quickly prepared a cup of coffee, carrying it upstairs.

I knocked before entering their massive bedroom.

I passed the sitting room and headed directly to the bedroom.

Dante laid sprawled out on the bed...naked.

There were no covers on him.

My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

I did not just witness this.