CHEATING | CHEATING WIFE

Christmas With My Husband’s Boss

My pulse quickened as I surrendered myself to him, every inch of me craving his touch.

I rummaged through the box with Christmas decorations, admiring their beautiful colors and patterns.

The silver and gold snowflakes glittered like stars in the living room light, sequin-studded bells tinkled gently as I trailed my fingers along them, and strings of soft white marbleized beads spilled from the box, reflecting my gaze in shimmering rainbows.

I smiled, taking a small silver bell in my hand, and I turned around and placed it on the evergreen tree that sat in the center of our living room.

Looking at the Christmas lights, my thoughts flew toward my lover, Zayn, a smile playing on my lips.

Fuck, it would have been so good to have him here, to decorate the tree together with him, to melt into him, feeling his hands roaming all over my body…

Sauntering toward the box to take another decoration, I bent over it, gasping when I felt my husband’s hands moving up and down the sides of my body.

I wanted to scream at him to take his paws off of me, but I took a deep breath instead, letting out an exasperated sigh, ignoring him.

“You’re so beautiful, Alice,” he told me.

My husband trailed his fingers along the upper side of my long, lean legs, and then cupped my ass.

He slipped his palms under my short, red, Christmas dress, and snaked them higher, his simple touch sending a wave of annoyance over me.

“Stop it, Jason,“ I groaned, shoving him away. “I’m busy, I don’t have time for this.“

Fuck, I was so tired of him and his pathetic attempts at burying himself inside my cunt. Snatching a star decoration from the box, I walked again toward the tree, focusing on my task.

My husband followed me like a lost puppy, begging for the morsels of attention I no longer wanted to offer to him. Like always, I could have a warning plastered all over me with “Not in the mood” written on it, and he still wouldn’t take the hint.

Every time he tried to touch me, I thought about his boss, Zayn, and I couldn’t do it. I felt almost as if I was cheating on my lover if I allowed Jason to be close to me.

Of course, instead of giving me the space I’d asked for, my lap-dog husband had become even more insistent, suffocating me with his constant clinginess, making me resent him even more.

Fucking controlling idiot.

“Relax, babe, it’s Christmas, we can spend some time together and have some fun,” Jason told me, walking closer and hugging me from behind. “I can help you decorate the tree, and we will finish faster.”

I tightened my fingers around the star, thinking about shoving it in his ass if he didn’t stop, and I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm down and not claw at his face.

Fuck, why couldn’t he leave me alone for at least a few minutes? I could feel his bulge pushing against me, and I sighed, biting my tongue in an attempt to not scream out all the frustration I had bottled inside me.

“I said I’m busy and not in the mood,” I growled, shaking myself free of his embrace.

Ignoring him, I entered the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water.

“But, love…” Jason mewled from the living room, making me roll back my eyes.

Annoying moron.

Sighing, I drank it and glanced toward the expensive champagne bottle that was on the table. Tapping my fingers on the sleek surface of it, I smiled, another idea coursing my mind.

Placing the glass on the table, I took the bottle and smashed it on the floor, putting all my frustration into the movement.

“Alice, are you alright? What happened, love?” My husband asked, hurrying inside the kitchen.

“Fuck, babe, I accidentally knocked it off,” I sobbed, mustering all my will to talk in a sweet, pitiful voice.

“Don’t worry, love, we have another one in the fridge.”

“But it’s not the same brand, and I wanted this for Christmas, for us,” I mewled, fluttering my eyelashes toward him. “Do you think you can go and buy another one? Please, babe,” I said, pouting.

“But most shops are closed, and the closest open one is probably three hours away…”

“Please….” I purred, trailing my palm along his chest.

Jason sighed and smiled, nodding.

“Okay, love, I’ll go buy another one,” he said, looking at me with a goofy grin. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Thank you, babe. Oh, and please, buy the same brand, but the one with the yellow label. That’s my favorite.”

“Yellow label. Got it,” he said.

After he cleaned up the shards and washed the floor, I kicked his ass out the door as fast as possible. Closing it, I leaned against it, sighing with relief.

Fucking moron. Finally, I have some peace.

Almost dancing toward the living room, I searched for my phone, giving Zayn a quick message, inviting him to my home.

In only a few moments, he answered, telling me he was going to be here soon.

Yes!

Dancing and humming a Christmas song, I continued to decorate the tree, blushing at the thought that I was soon going to be in my lover’s arms. Being his in ways I no longer was my husband’s.

Soon enough, the ring of the doorbell made my heart skip a beat. Running toward the entrance hall, the click claps of my high heels echoing against the marble floor, I opened it, squealing when I met Zayn’s amber eyes.

Dragging him inside, I threw myself on him, jumping into his arms.

Laughing, he kicked the door closed, at the same time wrapping his arms around my body, pressing me close to him.

Zayn captured my lips with his, drawing a moan from my mouth, making every part of me buzz alive. His tongue dominated mine as they swirled together in our well-known dance, his sweet taste, minty and chocolate, driving me crazy with lust.

My pulse quickened as I surrendered myself to him, every inch of me craving his touch. The oceanic notes of his cologne enveloped me, his familiar scent making me buzz alive. I massaged his broad shoulders with my palms, feeling his muscles under the elegant fabric of his shirt.

“Alice,” he murmured, nuzzling me when we parted for air. “Fuck, I was thinking about you when you gave me that message,” he told me, making my heart swell.

Heat colored my cheeks, and I smiled coyly, moving my fingers along the line of his face, his stubble sending tingles under my skin.

“You have no idea how much I missed you and how much I wanted to spend Christmas with you, not with Jason,” I said, running my hand through his black, short hair. “I was thinking about decorating the tree together with you, and after that, fucking you under it,” I murmured, brushing my lips against his.

Having more than just an affair with you.

I knew Zayn didn’t want more than what we were having, but still, my heart insisted on dreaming and wishing for impossible things every time my lover was around me.

He searched my face for a second, a mix of emotions coursing through his eyes, but he averted his gaze before I could decipher them.

“Well, I suppose we can enjoy our time together at least for an hour, right? Where is that piece of shit of husband of yours now?”

“Oh, we have more than one hour, babe,” I said, unwrapping myself from him. “I sent Jason to buy a bottle of champagne from that brand that you like so much and I asked him to buy the one with the yellow label.”

My lover gave me a quizzical look, moving his hands up and down my sides, summoning waves of heat inside my belly.

“That brand doesn’t have any type of champagne with a yellow label.”

“I know,” I giggled, dragging him toward the living room.

Zayn burst out laughing, following me and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Perfect then. That means I can claim you as my Christmas gift,” he said, pulling and swirling me until my back was flush against his muscular chest, his arms hugging me from behind. “My slutty, sexy Christmas gift,” he groaned, kissing my neck, sending an electric shock directly to my clit.

“I like the idea,” I purred.

“But for now, let’s decorate the tree,” he murmured, nibbling on my skin, drawing a little moan from my lips when he bit me, leaving a hickey on my neck.

Licking the mark he left behind, he squeezed me hard, and I melted into him, closing my eyes in delight.

Burying his face into my neck, Zayn took a deep breath, inhaling my scent. His heart pounded faster against me, and I stayed still, savoring his simple presence.

His enormous bulge pushed against me, and I blushed, shivering. Pressing myself even more into his body, I jiggled my ass against him, winning myself a loud groan from his mouth.

“Which one should I decorate first, the tree, with ornaments, or your shaft, with my kisses?” I teased him, lifting my hand and caressing his face.

“The Christmas tree, you little slut,” he laughed, releasing me and slapping my ass.

I pulled out two globes from the box, one for each of us. As they glistened in the light of the room, I couldn’t help but squeal with delight while hiding them behind my back with a giggle when Zayn tried to take one from me.

“I want a gift first,“ I teased him, slightly leaning forward, acting all playful.

My lover’s eyes dropped directly to my full tits, barely covered by the silky fabric of my dress, now even more visible from my movements.

“Alice,“ he laughed, reaching his hand around my body, trying to grab the decoration. “I’m your Christmas gift already! Give it to me!“

Avoiding him, I spun around, enticing my lover into chasing me.

“Someone is being cocky!“ I giggled, running around the tree, avoiding his arms.

He followed me for a few seconds, making my heart beat faster when he looked at me with that playful, adoration and lust filled gaze.

Spinning around, I tripped over the wiring of the lighting system and nearly fell over the Christmas tree. I let out a little squeal, followed by giggles when Zayn caught me and turned me around, slamming me against him.

“It seems that I won myself a kiss from the hottest Christmas minx,“ he told me, nodding toward the mistletoe above us.

“It seems so,“ I purred, leaning closer to him and capturing his mouth in a slow kiss, taking my time to savor every inch of his lips.

Fuck, the situation was so taboo and funny at the same time. My idiot husband had bought the mistletoe in what was probably the most pathetic try to win himself a kiss.

Yeah, I avoided it like the plague, and to be honest, I would have chosen the years of bad luck if I had to.

And while I didn’t want to offer Jason not even an ounce of attention, here I was, with his boss, ready to give him anything he would want from me.

Being his in a way I never was for my husband.

When we parted for air, Zayn tucked a strand of long, black hair behind my ear, an electric shock zig-zagging from head to toe when his fingers brushed my skin. He stared at me for a few seconds, and I could swear there was love in his gaze, even if I didn’t dare to hope so.

“Let’s decorate the tree,“ he said, breaking eye contact first, wrapping his fingers around mine, and taking the Christmas bauble.

I nodded, blushing, trying to ignore the mewls of my heart. We spent the next hour decorating, basking in each other’s presence.

Laughing, joking, and teasing each other, I allowed myself to dream and savor the simple fact that he was here, with me.

This had always been my favorite holiday, but ever since I had met Zayn three years ago, at the Christmas company party, it had became even dearer to me.

The notes of my phone ringing echoed in the living room, but I ignored it.

“Let me guess. That pathetic excuse of a man is calling you to cry about not finding the champagne that doesn’t exist?“

“Most probably,“ I laughed. “Let him call, he’s going to search in more stores if I don’t answer, and this will give us more time,“ I giggled, placing a snowman decoration in the tree. “And now, the last one!“

Zayn placed his hands on my waist, lifting me up in the air, enough for me to put the star on the top of the Christmas tree.

“Thank you, babe.“

My lover helped me back down, and I turned around and gave him a quick kiss. Fuck, I wish I could do this with him without needing to hide.

Shaking my head, I banished my thoughts and hopes for more, focusing on the present moment. My phone ringing broke the silence, and once again, I ignored it. The controlling idiot should get bent.

“Maybe I’ll call him later, asking him to go to the office for some important task. That should keep him busy and away from you, so I can have you all for myself,“ Zayn said, dragging me into his arms.

“I like the sound of that,“ I told him, trailing my palms along his chest, feeling his muscles rippling under his shirt. “But I don’t think you’ll need to do it, most probably he’s going to spend a few more hours going from store to store. I’m sure he’s somehow hoping to impress me enough to allow him to fuck me,“ I said, rolling back my eyes.

His grip on me tightened, and Zayn crushed my body against him, kissing me with abandon. I moaned, surrendering myself to him, every cell of my body yielding to his.

“I like to think that’s not happening too often,“ he growled, before capturing my lips into another kiss that curled my toes, leaving me breathless.

“It’s not,“ I gasped, wrapping my hands around his neck, and grinding against him. “I barely allowed him to touch me in the last three years.“

Because I feel like I’d be cheating on you.

A victorious, arrogant grin spread across his lips as he lunged at me, catching me in an unyielding embrace, and I shrieked in surprise when his full weight tackled me down to the ground.

“Good. That piece of shit doesn’t know what to do with you, anyway. Now, I want my Christmas present,” he laughed, looming over me.

“I want mine, too!“ I giggled, pulling my lover closer and kissing him, shivering when he roamed his hands all over my body, shamelessly exploring me.

The heat of his body enveloped me, and my pussy ached, craving him.

“I want you,“ I moaned, rubbing against him, shivers running down my spine when his intense gaze fixed on mine.

His hands began trailing down either side of my dress before they paused abruptly on its hemline. Ripping it sharply in one swift motion, he threw it away, roaming his gaze up and down every inch of exposed skin.

“You’re beautiful,“ he said, trailing his fingers along the laced fabric of my red lingerie set.

I blushed, quivering under his touch. With another tug, he left me completely naked in front of him, towering over my body.

“Not fair, I want to admire you, too,“ I pouted, pawing at the buttons of his shirt.

Helping me undress him, he pushed the fabric away and lowered himself over my body. Zayn leaned closer, cupping my breasts with his hands and massaging them with gentle caresses.

He moved his lips across my jawline before he settled into a lazy lick on my chin and around the corner of my mouth.

“How do you want me to fuck you?“ He asked me, kneading my breasts and drawing lazy circles around my hard nipples with his thumbs.

“As if I’m yours, your little slut,“ I moaned, arching.

Make me forget how impossible my hopes for something more are.

He laughed, brushing my lips with his. I parted them and I shivered when I felt the warmth of his tongue darting inside, smooth and powerful against mine as they danced together.

“You’re already mine, Alice,“ he groaned, grabbing my hair and arching my neck.

Peppering kisses along my throat, quickening my pulse, he crawled on top of me, decorating my body with wet, hot touches of his mouth.

“I have the chance to fuck you here, on the floor of your home, under the Christmas tree he bought, while that deplorable excuse of a husband of yours is not allowed to even kiss you. I already own you and I’m going to fuck you until I’m the only thing you crave and my name is the only one you want to whimper,“ he told me while his lips summoned wildfire inside me with every touch.

“Oh, God,“ I gasped, arching.

Fuck, he was already always in my mind, and I longed for him more than he could ever know.

Settling himself between my legs, he lifted and pushed them toward my tits. Obeying, I allowed him to fold me, shivering when he guided his cock along my pussy lips without pushing inside, teasing me.

“My slut is wet for me.“

Oh, yes, I was. I could smell my arousal, and I let out a soft mewl when he rubbed my clit for a few seconds, moving his thumb in circles.

“Fuck me, please, I want you,“ I gasped, squirming against him.

My loud moan rang around the room when he slammed his big, thick cock inside my cunt like a beast in heat. Grabbing my hips and squeezing me, he ran directly into a feral, steady rhythm that summoned wildfire flames inside my core.

“Fuck! Oh, God!“

Covering his palms with mine, I mirrored his movements, my screams of pleasure reverberating around us. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping against one another mingled with our moans and grunts, adding another layer of pleasure.

Lowering himself over me, his warm breath birthing goosebumps along my skin, my lover stared at me with a mix of adoration and lust, while at the same time fucking me into oblivion without stopping for a second.

With each stroke, his body seemed to envelop mine, sending waves of pleasure through my core. Chanting his name and begging him to continue, I hugged his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

He buried his face into my neck, kissing and biting me there, drawing whimpers from my mouth. I dragged my nails along his back, scratching him, writhing under his body.

The room spun around me, my mind dizzy with lust, ecstasy consuming and scorching me. Squeezing his muscular frame, I screamed his name, squirming and gushing, clamping his cock.

He let out a low growl and bit my shoulder while I dug my fingers into his back, both of us surrendering to our primal instincts, claiming each other as much as possible.

My release triggered his, and he exploded, covering my inner walls with thick, sticky ropes of cum, his dick throbbing inside my cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned weakly while he pulled out and collapsed next to me. “This was good.”

Chasing the heat of his body, I rolled and snuggled into him, letting out a soft purr when he enveloped his arms around my body and cuddled me closer.

I placed my head on his chest, listening to the wild beatings of his heart. Zayn moved his fingers along my back in irregular patterns, and I sighed, pampered, savoring his touch.

Angling my head, I looked at him, a tide of warmth washing over me when he planted a kiss on my forehead.

I opened my mouth and closed it fast, before I could say the words I was too afraid to. My heart protested, but I silenced her, not wanting to risk ruining what I had for now with Zayn.

“Merry Christmas!” I whispered, caressing his face.

“Merry Christmas!” He murmured, leaning toward me and making out with me slowly.

I love you.

Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old of age or older. This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and dialogues are pure imagination and are not real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

This is a bonus story for the series Vacation With My Husband’s Boss, available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.