A Sinful Triangle

Ch.7-She's insane!

She is hot.

I want to kill her, gag her, strangle her, kiss her and f**k her brains out.

"That's my chair," I say in an irritated voice and gesture for her to stand.

"Nu-uh, hubby. Ours. We are married, remember?" She says with mock innocence, batting her long and curved lashes.

Godfuck, her eyes are f*****g enchanting.

I felt something when I saw her coming in and catching me again. I don't know exactly what, but it was not a good feeling. I think. I'm not sure.

But when she said that she doesn't care, the feeling I felt then, was definitely not good.

She can't just unlove me in a couple of days, right?

But then again, I didn't want her for two years, I think, and in the last couple of days I jerked off and f****d thinking only of her, so everything is possible.

"Ok, then, we have to go to a meeting. Get your pretty ass going." She smirks, throws her feet off the desk, then strides like a f*****g motherfucking bad girl, out.

This is gonna be an interesting and hard meeting. Pun intended.

We get inside the meeting room, and all ten heads turn to us, ten mouths drop, and twenty eyes go wide as they take in Samara, who looks at every one of them, but not more than two seconds as if she acknowledges them but she's not impressed, then, of course, just to spite me, she goes and sits at the head of the table, throws her feet on the table and leans back on the chair.

Little...

"Good afternoon everyone, this lovely lady is my wife, and she'll join us today." She looks at me with a mischievous smirk, then at everyone else, clearly enjoying the whispers around her.

"Does anyone have questions?" I ask irritated as I go... next to her but don't sit yet.

"No." The head of advertising, Joanna, says, stabs Samara a few times with her eyes, because, well, I f****d her too, and I nod and sit down on the chair next...

Fuck her!

"You can start." I give Joanna permission to start, and she closes the blinds to start the presentation.

"This is so boring, what even is that? Is anyone still alive? 'Cause I know I'm dying." My sweet wife says while yawning, and all eyes turn to her, including mine, killing her.

"Do you have a better idea?" I ask irritated, and she yawns again.

I'll kill her.

"A ten-year-old would." She deadpans, and Joanna kills her on the spot.

This just turned fun.

"Then please, love, show us." She turns her head and looks at me with a very mischievous smile, making me reconsider my invitation, but before I can say something, she stands and strides across the room, taking Joanna's place.

"Give me a minute." She smiles as she goes to the laptop, doing god knows what, but no one seems to get anxious, at least not the men, and I... I think I'll fire someone today.

Mass someone.

"So..." She trails off and ties her hair in a messy bun, one that invites me to fist it while I f**k her from behind...

Hard indeed.

"This hotel is supposed to be private, for people with money who don't want to show their faces. It's understandable, some don't want to be harassed by paparazzi, and some just want to f**k someone without their wives finding out. Well, at least the ones that have the decency to hide." Everyone gasps at her loose language, looking at her with wide eyes, so, nobody saw how she looked straight at me when she said the last part. She can truly kill with those enchanting mismatched eyes of hers.

"The point. You don't advertise picture-perfect family portraits. What you need is animosity. Something like this." She clicks on the laptop, and a picture appears on the wall, and a round of sounds of appreciation echoed the room.

Fuck, she's smart too.

There is a collage of pictures. The bigger one is one of a woman with a man sitting across from each other at a fancy table, the woman has one elbow on the table, and with her other hand she's holding a glass of champagne, she's wearing a long red dress with naked back, and a big, black hat that covers half of her face, leaving only the red lips to be seen, and the man is wearing a three-piece black with white strings, suit, his black tie is loose, a few buttons of the white shirt are unbuttoned, he's leaning back on the chair, holding a glass of whiskey as if playing with it, and the move covers his face.

That s**t is sexy.

Then there's a picture with a group of women and one of men sitting in a pool across from each other in a line, but the whole thing is beautifully blurry because the picture was made from behind a pool waterfall.

Fucking splendid.

And the last one is of a couple with a kid. The father is holding the mother from behind, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder, and the kid is in his mother's arms, looking at her over his shoulder, covering half of her face too.

Fucking perfect.

"And you did this... now?" Joanna asks shocked and jealous, and Samara smiles a not so genuine smile.

"No, sweety, I'm working on it since I married him." And she also rolls her eyes too.

"That's understandable," Joanna says, no doubt because she didn't recognize her and she probably thinks I married her last week.

"Excuse me?"

"You're married to him, what? A week?" Joanna slips and lets her jealousy be heard in her voice too, and Samara throws her arm over her shoulder and leans in as if to whisper in her ear but we all heard her.

"No, sweety, maybe that's how many days he f****d you since he hired you, most probably 'cause you're hot, but I'm his wife for almost three years. I just recently... found myself again. And don't worry, I'm not jealous. Someone has to suck him when I'm not available." Every single soul gasped, even me.

Holy f**k!

How the f**k do I react to that?

And to top it all off, the little vixen grabs Joanna's jaw, turns her head, and f*****g kisses her.

Tongue and s**t. Everyone is shocked, including Joanna, who tensed up, but... now... is she kissing her back...? What the actual f**k?

"Yeah, you still taste like him." Holy f**k, I just came in my pants.

Shit!

I want her!

Then she walks back nonchalantly as if she didn't just blow everyone's brains out, sits next to me, throws her feet over the thick glass table, and leans in her chair. My chair, but right now she earned the right to sit wherever her tight p***y wants. Yes, even though it's been a while, I remember how tight she is...

"I think we... yes... we should... this meeting is over." I stutter for the first f*****g time while in a meeting, f**k it, in my entire life, but I don't think anyone even heard me. They are still looking at Samara with wide eyes and open mouths, especially Joanna.

Is she f*****g blushing?

"What next, hubby?" She asks as she stands up and bites her lip teasingly, clearly mockingly for her, but not for my d**k.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me, making sure that she feels my hard d**k on her pelvis.

"Don't test me, Samara. I will f**k you on this table right now with everyone watching." To my surprise and confusion, she smirks, then does what I never expected her to do.

She jumps on the table and puts one leg on my former chair, one on hers, and beckons me with her fingers.

"f**k me, then." Everyone stopped moving, blinking, and breathing.

She's f*****g insane.

"That's what I thought." She jumps back down, then wiggles her fingers at everyone in the room.

"Nice meeting you. Especially you." She looks at Joanna, who, yes, f*****g blushes.

How did she kiss her to make her blush?

"Maybe you can come by sometime and have a sleepover. I have plenty lack of clothes, so don't worry about that. We can share." And with that, she leaves a tomato-red Joana behind and f****d up everyone.

"Joanna, work on the project, and, well, good meeting everyone. Very productive." What the f**k can I say other than that?

I turn because I'm about to burst out laughing, and follow Samara back into my office, who is sitting on my chair, but this time I'm not angry. I'm aroused as f**k.

"Stand up," I demand, but she just raises one eyebrow at me as if she doesn't understand how I have the balls to talk to her like that.

"If you're thinking about what I think you're thinking, and I think it's safe to assume that you're thinking at what I think you're thinking, the answer is, you missed your shot." I don't know why I groaned, maybe because I'm hard as a f*****g steel pole, intrigued, annoyed, angry, but f**k, the groan was loud and it caused her mismatched eyes to focus on me.

"If you're turned on, I can get out and give you a few minutes with one of your employees."

"I have a wife for that." She laughs, throws her head back kind of laughter, making my blood pressure rise.

Yes, definitely f**k her then kill her.

"Hubby, for your five minutes I won't even lift my hand to unzip my jumpsuit." She mocks, and I go and throw her feet off the desk, with it the pencil holder and a few papers, and she looks at me amused.

"Stand."

"Should I roll over and play dead too? Just asking so I--" I grab her forearm and pull her up, place her on the desk, part her legs and sit between them, then pull her close so my hard d**k would press against her p***y.

"You might have changed, but I didn't, so don't f*****g dare me or--" She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer, then rolls her hips, rubbing my d**k in sinful ways.

"f**k, Samara..." I curse, and she moans, then pulls me by my tie and licks my jaw to my ear, making me groan like a f*****g animal, and her breathing picks up pace, hitting my wet neck and ear, while the soft moans excite even my f*****g brain.

"s**t, Zion... God... more pressure... fuck... sit on the chair... I want to... oh, fuck..." She moans and throws her head back as she rolls her hips again, and I grab her ass and keep her up, then sit on the chair.

"Good little boy. Now roll over and die." And with that, she jumps off my lap and goes on the other side of the desk, -her n*****s are hard-, bends and supports her body by putting her hands flat on it, showing me her breasts, or at least a part of the beautiful--

"What's next on the schedule, love?" Wait.

What the f**k just happened?

Fuck, ok, I can't let her see what she did to me.

Recover, Zion.

"After you dry your panties, we have another meeting. This one more... interesting." She smirks, then goes backward until she's stopped by the wall, then, with two fingers, she grabs the slider of the zipper and slowly pulls it down, revealing more and more of her beautiful body, and after she's done with that, she takes off the above part of the jumpsuit, allowing me to see her naked, tattooed upper body in all its glory, takes a knife from her boot, pulls the lower part of the tight jumpsuit a little lower, showing me the front of her black lacey panties, then cuts them from one side to another, then the hem, and pulls them off, giving me the view of her shaved pelvis, -where she has a tattoo, a hot sentence that has my d**k throb. You lucky bastard-, and a little bit of her sexy c**t, then, pulls the jumpsuit back on but doesn't zip it, comes to my desk, and throws the cut panties on my chest.

"Problem solved. Let's go." And she turns and goes.

She saw my eyes, she saw what would have happened if she would have stayed one more f*****g second.

I've never, in my life, been so hard.

It f*****g hurts. Literally.

I take the panties, and another first happens. My mouth salivates at the sight of her juices.

Fuck, she was soaking wet.