caressed the mounds of her buttocks before holding her tight against himself. As though he was following her on the lewd path that her thoughts had taken, he drew his tongue against the rim of her anus. A shiver tickled through her and she stopped sucking him for a moment. Holding her backside still she allowed him to push his tongue into the tight, forbidden hole.
A groan of ecstasy was torn from her lips.
At that moment she was oblivious to the guests downstairs.
* * *
The guests milled around in small, happy clusters, talking animatedly as they drank and joked together. Gayle stared up the steps towards Robyn’s bedroom door.
The angry frown continued to furrow her brow.
She held a half-full wine glass in one hand as she stood alone, bored and unhappy. Everyone else seemed to have found their own clique to join but she had been left alone since Robyn disappeared with Dominic.
Catching sight of Sheridan’s distinctive hair, Gayle made her way over to the woman. The secretary was standing by a door with her back to Gayle, her ludicrously short skirt displaying her long, shapely legs, while the cropped top that revealed so much of her cleavage also exposed her slender waist. From the front Gayle knew she would have been treated to the sight of the woman’s bare midriff and her pierced belly button. In one casually outstretched hand, Sheridan waved a half-filled wine glass. The rim was decorated with smears of lipstick.
Sheridan had already developed a reputation in the office for being a cockteaser and a bitch but Gayle wasn’t one to rely on other people’s opinions. She had thought the woman seemed pleasant enough on the couple of occasions when they had spoken. Now she could see an opportunity to talk to Sheridan socially, which would give her the perfect chance to form her own opinion.
Before Gayle could make her presence known, she realised Sheridan was already engaged in a conversation. Her head was nodding solemnly, creating subtle movement through the colourful peacock feathers of her hair. Her garish lips were thin with an expression of anger or impatience as she said, ‘Never. You can’t be serious. Go on. What happened then?’
Her partner in the conversation was in the other room and hidden from Gayle’s line of vision.
Gayle was about to walk away when she heard something that stopped her. It wasn’t her intention to eavesdrop but Sheridan’s exclamation sounded so intriguing that Gayle strained to hear more.
‘For fuck’s sake! You shouldn’t let her treat you like that. You should divorce her.’
Gayle heard a man’s voice respond. She recognised Harold’s gruff Yorkshire accent.
‘I don’t intend for it to carry on,’ he said brusquely. ‘This is the last time she’s going to embarrass me.’
‘You said you were going to divorce her the last time,’ Sheridan pointed out. ‘You keep saying you’re going to divorce her, but you never do.’
Gayle swallowed nervously. She was desperate to hear Harold’s response. If Harold and Robyn separated, that would mean a major shake-up at the magazine. If such a thing happened, she doubted Robyn would continue to work with her husband. Gayle knew that could mean the end of her employment as the woman’s PA.
The thought was chilling.
She felt small and more than a little selfish for worrying about her own interests in the face of such an upheaval in Robyn’s life. A job was far less important than a marriage. But she was pragmatic enough to know that her own security counted for something. And she had spent most of the evening trying to prevent Harold being confronted with more examples of Robyn’s indiscretions.
With panic quickening her heartbeat, and her spirits sinking fast, she realised she was listening to a conversation that could dictate the future of her career.
‘You promised me that you’d divorce her if she did it again,’ Sheridan reminded him. Her voice had taken on a petulant whine that was ugly and unappealing. ‘You told me that you weren’t going to allow it to happen again. Don’t you remember making these promises, Harold?’
Gayle took a tentative step closer, wishing she could see Harold’s face or hear what he was about to say. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and drained its contents. All the time she was listening for Harold’s response.
‘It’s Gayle, isn’t it?’
As the words were spoken, Gayle felt a masculine hand fall heavily on her shoulder. Reluctantly, she turned to face the person talking to her.
* * *
Robyn placed the tip of his sheathed cock against herself and suppressed a tremor of elation. On her bedside cabinet she could see the spent red rubber resting on its brightly coloured packet. It shone wetly beneath the bright bedroom lights. Beside the rubber and its packet was the torn orange packet that had housed the condom they now used.
She held herself above him, determined to savour every moment of the intimacy. His naked body was beneath hers. His hands reached up and he teased her breasts as she squatted above him. The tip of his cock pressed firmly against her sopping hole.
‘Play with my clitty.’ The request came out somewhere between begging and commanding.
Dominic did not seem to mind being given instructions.
His fingers moved to her sex lips. The cool tips touched her warm, wet flesh. She glanced down at herself, enjoying the sight of the dark stockings against her pale flesh and the glimpse of his teasing hand. The view was so exhilarating she couldn’t resist the urge to impale herself on him. With a lunge and a sigh she lowered her sex onto his length.
They both stiffened as his cock entered her.
Robyn placed a hand over her mouth, silencing the scream of delight that she longed to release.
Beneath her, Dominic strained to contain a groan.
He wore the ribbed condom and, as it pushed into the warmth of her hole, she felt every subtle titillation against her inner walls. The sheathed length penetrated her sex fully.
Robyn felt the wave of an orgasm rush over her.
The condom was thickly lubricated and had tiny ridges along the shaft. With each slow millimetre of his entry and egress her pleasure spiralled upwards. The fingers at her pussy stroked the pulsing nub of her clitoris. Occasionally Dominic would guide a solitary finger around the sopping wetness of her cleft, deftly teasing the point where their bodies connected.
Robyn was almost giddy with the need for another climax.
Her body was weak with pleasure and she tried vainly to recall the last time she had enjoyed herself with such hedonistic abandon. It felt like ages since someone had pleased her so greatly and she congratulated herself for the salacious impulse that had made her want to bed Dominic. Staring at the bedside cabinet she idly wished there would be enough time to use the contents of the black packet. Dominic was a capable lover and she suspected he would be more than able to please her using that particular rubber. The idea was more stimulating than any of the ribbed veins on his current sheath.
When her buttocks touched his hips she realised most of his length was filling her. Her fingers squeezed at the base of his shaft, holding the rubber
