Lucy followed the scent of fresh coffee down the hall into the kitchen. Fresh out of bed, she wore her favorite pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt that, in the soft morning light, exposed the firm outline of her small, dark nipples. James stood by the window, dressed for work, mug in one hand and phone in the other. When he looked up, his eyes lingered briefly on her, tracing the careless contours of her clothes.
“Morning,” he said—his voice flat, as if it were any other day—but Lucy noticed the intensity in his eyes, how they locked onto her with a gaze that seemed to study her closely, searching for something hidden.
“Already ready for work?” she replied, surprised to see him dressed so early, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was waiting for her before heading out.
He set down the mug and phone in a gesture that Lucy found exaggerated, almost theatrical, as if to give her all his attention.
“Yeah, unfortunately. Work’s been crazy busy recently…”
He then approached to kiss her forehead and offered a soft hug, which Lucy found a little awkward. James’s hands slid around her waist, resting low on her ass with a confidence that contradicted the earlier hesitation. Without warning, his grip tightened as he reached down to grab her thighs, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Lucy let out a soft, surprised giggle, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands settling loosely around his neck.
Their eyes met—quick, charged, quietly questioning—while James hesitated, the weight of the moment settling in as he seemed to consider what came next. His hands grabbed her ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he cupped and spread her cheeks apart, taking in every inch with firm determination as if savoring the shape beneath his fingers. He wasn’t just holding her up, he was claiming her, pressing her into him to let her feel exactly how much he wanted her.
Lucy responded instinctively, leaning in for another kiss with a hunger that surprised them both. Still, she wondered what had ignited this sudden fire. Was it the weight of guilt from turning her away last night? Or perhaps the thought that in doing so, he inadvertently gave away an important clue? The surprise attention and James’s bold gestures pulled her back from her thoughts. She set aside her questions for now, choosing instead to focus fully on the moment between them. Trying to match James’s urgency, she let her nails rake through his hair, gripping him firmly as she traced deliberate lines down his neck and over his shoulders. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck in a clear invitation to be tasted, to be adored.
James took a couple of steps before carefully planting her on the kitchen counter, with her back almost touching the wall. His lips quickly targeted her neck and ear, knowing this would make her tremble. Now that his hands were free, he cupped each breast firmly, squeezing and teasing in large, circular motions without bothering to take off her t-shirt. Lucy’s soft moans served as encouragement to continue. He traced the waistband of her pajama shorts and, in a quick, confident motion, revealed the smooth, freshly trimmed skin beneath, leaving them to drop on the floor. Lucy caught James’s eyes lingering a moment longer, looking pleasantly surprised by how carefully she’d tended to herself.
Lucy relished the cool edge of the countertop pressing against her bare thighs. She was even tempted to whisper, almost in defiance, "Fuck me," but there was no need as she observed James quickly unzipping and loosening his pants. Her fingers traced a slow line over her own body—sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers. Without breaking eye contact, he spit into his hand and began to stroke himself slowly, his hand gliding in a confident motion from top to bottom. Lucy caught herself smiling faintly, thinking of how he often liked to draw attention to his pride and joy. This sudden urgency was unexpected, and for a moment, it excited her. Yet beneath that spark was a quiet wish for something more.
She imagined him dropping to his knees, lips and tongue tracing slow, teasing paths along her thighs, combined with soft bites that would send shivers through her skin. With each touch, he would inch closer and closer, making her heart race until she was nearly begging for the full, devoted worship she craved. Her legs would wrap tightly around his neck, pulling him closer—not just from need, but to assert her quiet control over the moment, to claim her power as much as pleasure. With his face buried deep in her lap, his mouth would press tender, insistent kisses against her clit, seeking and savoring every ounce of her intoxicating scent. She could almost feel the trembling of his tongue, worshiping her with a fierce and consuming hunger.
But the truth was that James was in a hurry—no time for such delicacy. He just pressed firmly into her, and she felt the initial stretch as her body instinctively opened to accommodate him. Lucy let out a soft moan and closed her eyes. Her hand slowly lowered from her breast to find her clit. Her movements were intimate and practiced, each stroke following patterns she knew well, trying to mirror the rhythm of James’s thrusts. He buried his face against her shoulder, lips brushing her neck, breath hot and trembling. Lucy found herself unconsciously exaggerating her moans, tightening her legs around him, and sliding her hands down to play with the firm curves of his ass.
Feeling the moment swell inside him, he pushed deep and stayed there, pressing into her as the liberation came with a hard moan. To Lucy, it felt a little abrupt—him already out of her, casually cleaning up and shifting to his morning routine. Her body still aching with unfinished need, and she knew he had noticed. It was there in the way he didn’t look at her, his eyes fixed instead on his watch, his mug, anything but hers. The avoidance was too pointed to be innocent.
Lucy broke the awkward silence with a soft giggle.
“Well, I guess I’ve got the cream now,” she said lightly, “but I still need my coffee.”
James smiled softly, voice low and steady.
“Only happy to serve, honey.”
It was the kind of joke he wanted to sound easy, playful, but the timing fell flat. To Lucy, it felt like he was trying too hard. He glanced at his watch, a flicker of tension crossing his eyes.
“I should get going—the boss needs me. Thank God Susan warned me last night.”
Turning with a half-smile, he added in a serious tone, “Susan really is the perfect secretary.”
Then, looking tenderly at Lucy, he said, “But you… you’re the perfect wife.”
She was still perched on the counter when James leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips before murmuring, “Goodbye.”
Two days in a row. Two men. “Clearly, I’m irresistible”, Lucy thought, her fingers sweeping away the small stain of cum. She grabbed the shorts tossed aside in the heat of the moment and rose from the counter. As she moved toward the bathroom, her thoughts drifted, daydreaming of what it would be like if Pedro were waiting for her, naked in her bed. “Why not two men in a day?”
All through the steamy rush of her shower, Lucy’s thoughts circled back to the morning’s surprise, the burst of intimacy from James that felt out of character. He wasn’t spontaneous, not usually, and certainly not on a workday. As the warm water ran over her skin, a quiet doubt began to settle in her mind.
What had put him in the mood? Maybe it was guilt—guilt after the affair that Lucy found herself increasingly convinced might not be as far-fetched as it once seemed. Or maybe, more troubling still, it was an instinctual need to reclaim her, some subconscious signal that she hadn’t been entirely his. Another possibility teased at her: he’d picked up new tricks. A shift in the way he touched her, a boldness that hadn’t been there before—had he practiced on someone else? The thought pricked her with both intrigue and unease.
Or perhaps it was simpler still—just some memory carried over from late-night porn. Whatever the source, it had been a surprise. A nice one, yes.
She remembered how he’d mentioned his secretary, without even thinking, as if she were just another part of the furniture in his orderly life. The thought settled, persistent. Of all the people who could shed light on James’s private world, who knew him better than the gatekeeper in his office? Secretaries had always been the keepers of details, the silent witnesses to moods and schedules, the ones who covered for absences or booked mysterious lunch reservations.
Still wet from the shower, she sent Pedro a brief message: “This evening I’m going for a run in the park. You can join me… discreetly.”
Pulling on her clothes, Lucy found her mind swirling with competing urges—a tangled web of jealousy, curiosity, and cool determination. James’s odd behavior troubled her. Could his newfound enthusiasm be the afterglow of another woman? Of Susan herself?
The idea pricked her with embarrassment and intrigue. She deliberately pushed away all other thoughts of sex and men—it was time to focus. Work awaited, with its own demands and distractions, and she had to prepare herself to meet them head-on.
Tomorrow, I’ll go to his office and talk to her.
