Bossed Around

Sheena's grinding through some spreadsheets at home when Charles barges in like a horny bull in a china shop. "Babe, you won’t believe this—the masseuse flaked. My back’s killing me and I’m supposed to get a nuru massage right now." She shoots him a look that could curdle milk. He keeps pleading, she keeps typing faster, praying he’ll take the hint. Finally she snaps. "Fine, fuck off, intern’s gotta do something useful. Call Melissa." Charles blinks. "You know this means we’re both naked and sliding around, right?" Sheena rolls her eyes so hard it’s audible. "Whatever. Ask the intern, not my problem." Minutes later Charles struts back with a confused Melissa in tow. The living room is all set up: inflatable mattress gleaming, big plastic bottle of nuru gel catching the light. "Sheena said it was cool," Charles says, grinning like the cat that owns the cream. Melissa shrugs—she’s already on probation, might as well stay on the boss’s good side. Clothes hit the floor and Melissa’s cheeks go cherry-red. She climbs on, pours the slick gel over both of them, and starts the slow, full-body grind. Every slippery stroke drags her tits down his spine and presses her slick pussy against his ass. Charles groans, cock swelling beneath him. Then the door flies open. Sheena stares, jaw literally dropping at the sight of Melissa’s glistening nude body humping her husband like a fevered inchworm. "Are you KIDDING ME?!" Charles sits up on his elbows. "I literally told you it was nuru, Sheen. You never listen." She sputters an apology that tastes like battery acid, fumes still stinging. Jealous pride flares; she strips in one fluid motion. "Everybody on their knees. I’m finishing this massage." She slathers more gel on Charles, then barks at Melissa: "And you’re massaging me—two for one special." Melissa starts at Sheena’s shoulders, hands sliding lower, fingers daring closer to forbidden zones as Sheena’s slick tits stroke down Charles’s back. The jealousy melts into heat. Sheena arches, smirks over her shoulder. "Get over here, both of you. Think you’ve earned a bonus round?" Melissa doesn’t need a second invitation.