BANGED by the BOSS (Short Story Erotica Books) Read Free Page B

that she could see Francesca rubbing her groin into Seb’s face. The women looked at each other, and smiled. “This might be the first time, but definitely not the last” they were both thinking.
     
    Sara began grinding her hips downwards, so that she could feel the pressure of Seb’s pelvis stimulating her clit, and was surprised to find herself on the verge of cumming again. Francesca was also very close, as Seb’s tongue darted in and out. Within a few seconds, all three of them came at the same time, with loud gasps and moans.
     
    “Fuck me, that was a hell of a show” smiled Adrian , “We will have to do that again soon”.
     
    “Don’t you want a shag?” Francesca asked him, pulling her panties back on.
     
    “I will get what I want” he replied, “But not today. I have big plans for us all, now it’s about time we went”.
     
    As they all got dressed, Adrian pulled a roll of banknotes out of his pocket, and said, “Come on, let’s go that Italian Ristorante down the road. They do a fabulous Saltimbocca, and their Prosecco is flown in from Italy . My treat”.
     
    They all left together, the men laughing and joking as they walked towards the restaurant. Sara and Francesca were quieter, each reliving the past hour, and thinking about the next time.
     
    “I’m home” called Adrian , as he unlocked the front door of their large Edwardian property. He loved this house, and it was probably the one thing he would miss if he and Imelda were to part.
     
    “Where the hell have you been?” demanded Imelda, petulantly. She was lounging on the sofa, in the usual pyjamas and socks.
     
    Adrian glanced at her, finding it hard to disguise his disgust at what she had become. “I’ve just left two gorgeous, sexy women, to come to this” he thought, as Imelda began her usual whining. “Why don’t you come home sooner?, I’m lonely” she moaned. “And it’s the cooks’ day off. You said you were getting the meal ready tonight”.
     
    “For fuck’s sake” he shouted at her. “Just what the fuck do you actually do all day? I’ve been working, and took some friends for a meal, as reward for a job well done. Why the hell haven’t you eaten already?”
     
    “Why didn’t you take me out for a meal? We rarely go out together anymore” she whinged.
     
    “Take a look in the fucking mirror” he said, savagely. “Do you really think I want to be seen out with you? Look at the state of you: you expect me to want to take you out, when you lie there looking like an old hag? I don’t fucking think so!”
     
    “Daddy wouldn’t like you talking to me like that” she whimpered. “He would be furious”.
     
    “I don’t care anymore about what your old man thinks” he replied. “I feel like walking out of here; after all, what have I got to look forward to coming home to? A thirty eight year old, who looks like a fucking gran”. He turned on his heel, muttering, “I’m going to bed”.
     
    “Wait for me, I’ll come with you” she replied, suddenly afraid of him leaving her. What would she tell her family and friends? She could never hold her head up with the ‘in-crowd’ again. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise” she said, in a wheedling voice.
     
    “Fucking hurry up then, I’m shattered” he said angrily, taking the stairs two at a time.
     
    In the bright light of the bedroom, he took a good look at her prematurely aged face, and thought to himself “What the hell did I ever find attractive? No wonder I play away from home”.
     
    Imelda took her pyjamas off, and stood there, with her belly hanging over her panties, and her hands covering her droopy tits. “Make love to me” she pleaded. “I’ve missed you”. Adrian could see a marked comparison between her body and Sara’s delicious soft, round curves, and grabbed the tops of her arms angrily, pushing her backwards onto the bed.
     
    “You want to fuck? Ok, let’s fuck!”
     
    “Please don’t be crude” she