Too The Edge
HOTWIFE
JON
I’d sat through worse meetings, but today my attention had been elsewhere long before my phone vibrated. My cell went off during a conference call with my board of directors. It was my wife.
Ellie: How’s the meeting going?
Me: Boring as fuck. How’s your day?
Ellie: The new owner of the company just arrived. And, babe, he is hot.
Me: Okay. What else?
I knew where this was going. My sweet, sexy wife wanted to fuck her new boss. It wasn’t the first time Ellie had confessed a fantasy like this about workplace tension, authority, the thrill of being wanted by someone powerful.
I could still remember the night she’d told me, curled against my chest, voice soft but unashamed, that the idea of being desired by another man made her feel alive—and that knowing I wanted to hear about it made her feel even bolder.
Back then, I’d felt that same conflicting rush I felt now. Pride, sharp and undeniable, because she was mine and other men wanted her. Jealousy, hot and irrational, tightened my chest even as it fed the fire. My arousal was relentless because her choosing to share those thoughts did things to my body I couldn’t ignore.
This wasn’t betrayal. Not to us. It was the edge we walked together, the unspoken agreement that desire didn’t disappear just because we were married. Still, knowing who she wanted and how close he was to her daily. That made it different. Riskier. And the danger of that realization sent a slow, undeniable heat through me as I sat in that boardroom, pretending to listen while my wife texted all her dirty desires.
Ellie: I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to fuck him
Me: Tell me more
Ellie: I’ve always had a fantasy about being fucked over my desk just moments before a meeting. He would pound into me and I would have to stay quiet as his fat cock destroyed my pussy. And when he finally came, he wouldn’t let me clean up before the meeting. I would have to sit during a meeting with all the managers and partners with my boss’s cum settling in my panties.
Me: Fuck, I am getting so turned on.
I cupped my cock through my pants under my desk.
Ellie: Then I would come home and let you clean my pussy while I told you every dirty detail.
Me: How old is he?
Ellie: Around fifty
Me: Married?
Ellie: Divorced
I had to end this conversation because I would end up coming in my pants right in the middle of this conference call.
Me: Have fun and tell me all about it tonight
Ellie: Love you
ELLIE
After my text with my husband, I walked over to my new boss’s office and knocked on his door. I paused just outside. Smoothed my skirt. Adjusted the strap of my bra beneath my blouse, making sure it sat just right.
I caught my reflection in the glass panel beside his door and assessed myself one last time. Calm on the surface. Pulse skittering underneath. The woman looking back at me knew exactly what she wanted.
Jon’s voice echoed in my head from other nights. Previous confessions, other experiences. His careful questions. His quiet encouragement. The way he never told me what to do, but somehow always let me know what the boundaries were. He trusted us. I trusted him to be honest with me.
The door opened, and Leo Bennett looked at me with polite interest. I straightened instinctively, shoulders back, chin lifted. Professional. Composed. But beneath that exterior, awareness hummed. I knew how I looked. I knew the effect I had on men.
As I stepped inside, I felt a strange sense of clarity. I wasn’t here to lose control. I was here to explore it. To see what would happen when desire, permission, and opportunity aligned. The door closed behind me with a soft click, and something in my chest loosened, as if I’d finally stopped holding my breath. Whatever happened next, I wasn’t pretending anymore.
“Mr. Bennett, I wanted to check in to see if you needed anything.”
He stood and motioned for me to sit down. He was probably around six feet two inches, with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that made him look playful and mischievous. Just looking at him caused my belly to fill with butterflies.
“Thank you, Ellie. Actually, I’ll take you up on that offer,” Leo Bennett smiled. “That is, if you’re able to take time away from your schedule?”
With a smile, I shook my head. “I am quite capable of multitasking and rearranging my day.” I intentionally leaned forward, allowing him a peek of my cleavage and black lace bra.
I inwardly smirked when I saw he took the bait and his eyes wandered down toward my breasts. I sat back in my seat and noticed his cheeks turned a bit red.
“I’ve spent the last week reading over everyone’s files, and you are one of the company’s top earners.” Leo said as he leaned back in his chair.
I crossed my legs, giving him a view of my other assets, and quirked a brow at him. “One of the top earners? Not the top?”
“Frank Tucker made more in sales last year.” Leo said.
“True, but he also costs the company forty-two thousand dollars more in expenses than me and lost a long-standing client because of his negligence.” I added.
I didn’t like Frank, but I regretted what I had just said seconds after the words slipped from my lips.
“Is that so? I’ll have to look further into his accounts.” Leo conceded. “However, my point was that you are a valued employee and I am glad you did not accept the buyout option when I bought the company.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said. “I didn’t just come in here to see what I could do for you.”
Once more, I leaned forward to give him another good look at my breasts.
“Oh? Then what can I do for you?” He asked.
I wanted to say fuck me on your desk but thought I may need to be a bit more subtle. A bit, not completely. I leaned even further, practically lying across his desk. I noticed his eyes widen, and he loosened his tie.
“I have a walk-through of our newest building, and I wanted to know if you would join me?” Leo, to his credit, remained calm. Even though I had basically just flashed him my tits.
“I would love to. What time?”
“I need to leave right away.” I replied and sat back down.
“Give me a couple of minutes, and I will meet you out front,” he said.
“Perfect.” I pushed myself to my feet and left his office to go grab my purse.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway, my phone was already in my hand.
Jon and I had talked about this earlier. Not directly—never in the kind of words someone could read over your shoulder—but enough that we both understood exactly what was happening.