Tainted Conception: Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Hey everyone, here is the long awaited, much asked about second chapter to Tainted Conception. The first was released back before Halloween 2022 but since then it has taken a back seat to Toxic Attraction (Chapter 8 coming next month). 

If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet, you can read it here: https://www.literotica.com/s/tainted-conception

Just a content warning, there are some soft non-consent elements here that boil down to the kind of things that can happen at a drunken Halloween party where everyone is wearing costumes (and our antagonist is dressed in the same costume as the husband). 

I've added roughly 1,300 words more than what was in the Alpha draft released to the Insider tier at the end of last week, including two additional short scenes. The new scenes are Mark in the bathroom at the Christmas party and Saul in the stairwell at the end. Lots of expanded dialogue and additional thoughts from Brooke. 

I'd love your feedback on how you think this one played out, especially on how fully fleshed out of a character Brooke feels like.

Without further ado, here you are folks:

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“Fuck,” Mark groaned in frustration as he rolled off his beautiful wife. “The fuck is wrong with me?”

Brooke stared up at the ceiling, concentrating on a slight imperfection in the drywall in an attempt to hold back tears. She pulled the bedsheet up over herself and tried not to make her disappointment obvious. She knew how much Mark hated being unable to perform.

“Sorry, babe, I don’t know what the fuck is happening. It’s like my dick just won’t work lately.” Mark sighed.

Things had changed between them ever since she got pregnant. It had only been a few weeks since she tested positive but ever since then there seemed to be a shift in Mark. He hadn’t been able to maintain an erection when they tried to be together and he kept complaining about stomach issues and spending loads of time in the bathroom.

Brooke suspected that he didn’t find her attractive anymore now that she was pregnant. Even though she wasn’t showing and everyone complimented her on how fit she looked, she must not turn on Mark. He was probably sneaking off to the bathroom to look at other women on his phone to get off.

Brooke let out a long breath and tried to calm herself down. She didn’t want Mark to see her upset. The last time this happened, she had cried; she wasn’t sure if it was her hormones or what but Mark had denied up and down that he didn’t find her attractive. He claimed it was stress due to some big project at work.

“It’s okay,” Brooke lied. “I know it’s frustrating. We’ll figure it out.”

She heard Mark exhale from next to her, clearly relieved that they wouldn’t have a repeat of the fight from a couple of days ago. He leaned over to her side of the bed and planted a lingering kiss on her cheek.

“I love you, you know that right?” Mark looked into her eyes.

“I know,” Brooke feigned a smile. “I love you, too.”

Outside of the bedroom, everything was normal. Hopefully, this was just something that would pass. Brooke was growing more and more sexually frustrated as time went on. She wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy or what, but she found herself incredibly horny lately.

“I’m going to go take a quick shower, honey,” Brooke said. As she sat up, she self-consciously grabbed the sheets to cover her body from Mark’s eyes. She didn’t want him to see whatever it was that turned him off about her.

Mark suddenly looked pale and grabbed at his stomach. “Ugh, I’m going to go to the bathroom downstairs. I love you, honey. If you get out of the shower and I’m not back up, just head to bed.”

Brooke watched as the love of her life speed-walked out of the bedroom like he couldn’t control his bowels. He’s probably going to go jerk off to some girl on TikTok.

Now that she was alone, she let the sheet fall to the floor and walked over to their ensuite bathroom. She stood before their full-length mirror, scrutinizing herself for imperfections. She frowned, still not able to see whatever it was that Mark saw.

If anything, she thought she looked great. She was still only a couple of weeks along. Her stomach was still flat and toned. The only major change was that her breasts had grown slightly larger, which she would have thought would drive Mark crazy. There was one other change. She corrected her posture, noticing for the first time that her shoulders were slouched forward. She was used to looking in the mirror and seeing that wild, confident, bold woman staring back at her. Now she just felt low.

Brooke wanted to detach from reality for a few minutes. She started the shower and poked her head out into the bedroom. Mark still wasn’t back yet. She quietly locked the bathroom door. After confirming that the water was hot enough, she slid her slender body into the shower and let the warm water wash over her.

She tried distancing herself from her thoughts, trying not to think about how poor their sex lives had grown over the past few weeks. It has suddenly gone from amazing and being all over each other trying for a baby to something that felt awkward and forced. She hadn’t even been able to get Mark hard, let alone have sex with him.

She knew she was spiralling and tried to think about some of their great sexual escapades. Brooke’s hands lightly caressed her breasts as thoughts of Halloween night drifted into her mind. The events of the night were still fuzzy, but what was clear to her was how fucking amazing the sex with Mark had been that night. How big his cock had felt inside of her, the primal way they had fucked.

Brooke hadn’t realized that her hand had drifted down to her clit. She was gently massaging it as she let the water hit her back. She remembered the feeling of the sheets on her face, of her fists balled up as she came, over and over. Mark had held her firmly, he had been strong and rough with her. She’d loved every second of it. She wanted Mark to take her again tonight instead of running off to the bathroom.

God, she wanted to be fucked like that again. To be fucked so good that orgasm after orgasm racked her body with so much pleasure that her brain barely remembered anything else. As Brooke tried to remember more details about that night, the sensory smell of cigarettes entered her mind. It didn’t make sense, maybe the scent of someone smoking had gotten on their clothes while they were outside in the backyard. Though all she really recalled from that had been the marijuana.

Brooke pushed the memory of the smell aside and concentrated on the feeling. She felt her hands playing with her clit, increasing its rotations. She felt a small orgasm rising. She thought about the feel of Mark’s cock as it had pushed into her at the end, how it had swelled and grown as his cum exploded into her, washing over every inch of her insides, flooding her womb. Where her husband had finally succeeded in knocking her up.

“Mmmmm,” Brooke moaned quietly as she came to her touch, “fuck.”

As her orgasm subsided, guilt began to creep over Brooke. Here she was chastising her husband for sneaking off the bathroom to get off and she had just done the same thing. At least I’m thinking about him and not some other person on my cell phone.

Sarah let the hot water wash over her body for another twenty minutes. Her mind was starting to drift. After she dried off and changed into her pajamas, she was disappointed to find that Mark still hadn’t returned from the bathroom. She crawled into bed alone and fell asleep.

***

For years Saul had failed to successfully maintain a morning routine. Since the Halloween party, though, he had been vigilant about waking up early and getting to the office. Saul swiped his keycard and, holding his backpack over one shoulder, nodded to the security guard as he entered the building.

For years he had never come to work this early, but now he saw a golden opportunity he couldn’t pass up. His heart was beating out of his chest but he maintained a calm walk as he moved through the building. Saul got off the elevator a floor early, to check on the most important component of his plan. He quickly rounded a corner and peeked through the skinny glass window running vertically next to the door to the building’s gym. At first, he didn’t see what he was looking for but after scanning the mirror on the wall, he smiled to himself.

Mark and David were on the far side of the room working out. Mark was spotting David as he struggled with the last few reps of his bench press. Good, lots of time.

Pushing down the nagging feeling that he should be in the gym to get rid of his unimpressive physique, Saul hurried back to the elevator and took the short ride up to the office. When the elevator dinged on the floor for their office, he stepped out into relative darkness.

Some daylight was coming in through the windows but almost all of the building lights were still off this early. As Saul moved through the kitchen, the automatic light sensors detected his movement and turned on. Saul peered around but didn’t see any other souls in sight. He did a quick scan of the office to ensure no one would interrupt him before heading to the kitchen.

He quickly set his backpack down and took out a small bottle. Saul looked around one last time before opening the refrigerator and smiling. He had thought up this plan on the ride home from the Halloween party and it had been surprisingly easy to execute.

He reached in and grabbed his prize. Saul removed Mark’s post-workout shake bottle from the fridge. Working quickly, he undid the top of the bottle and set it aside. Next, he opened the smaller bottle he had already opened and used the bottle’s dropper lid to extract 20 millilitres of the liquid. Satisfied he had measured it correctly, Saul held the dropper over Mark’s pre-made protein shake and emptied the contents of the dropper into it. He closed both lids and gave Mark’s bottle a vigorous shake before putting it back in the fridge.

He snatched his bottle off the countertop and put it back in his bag before hurrying over to his office where he closed the door and sat in the dark. No one was supposed to be in the office this early. He knew Mark liked to get up early and ‘conquer’ his day by getting a workout in and getting started on work. Mark was gunning for a promotion and liked to tout that he turned on the lights in the office in the morning and turned them off when he left. That at least made things predictable for Saul.

Saul sat there in silence until he heard noises coming from the office floor. Mark and David had likely finished their workout. He could only make out muffled voices. The stained glass window on his office door was frosted so he couldn’t see out of it. Saul didn’t have a corner office like Mark’s, his was on the interior with no other windows. Against his better judgment, Saul quietly opened his door a crack and peeked out.

Mark and David were moving from the kitchen to their offices with their protein shakes in hand.

“You guys still going to the Christmas party tonight?” David asked as the two moved across the empty office floor.

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” Mark said, clearly holding something back. “It’ll be good to get out with Brooke. It’s been a while since we’ve had any kind of date night. She needs a bit of a break to cut loose.”

“Has it been hard for her? The pregnancy and all? It’s only been a couple weeks right?” David slowed his pace as they came to the part of their office where their paths diverged.

Mark took a long sip from his protein shake. “Still keep that on the DL, we haven’t really announced it and it’s probably too soon to even talk about it. Technically Brooke said we shouldn’t tell anyone until after twelve weeks. She isn’t showing at all, you would never know she’s even pregnant. I know you probably told your wife, just please tell her not to congratulate us or anything tonight.”

David nodded and held up two fingers, “You got it. Scout’s honor,” then he smiled and added, “You really should be thanking me and all, since it was my Halloween party that helped you get the job done.”

“Okay, alright,” Mark held up his hands, “‘Maybe’ I said. Maybe it was the Halloween party. I was putting in the work well before and after that night, thank you. Anyways, I need to get cracking on a few things, I’ll see you later, alright?”

“You got it, buddy,” David and Mark exchanged a brief fist bump as they each turned to walk toward their respective offices. Saul noticed that Mark took an unexpected detour toward the bathroom.

Saul gently closed his office door and slid back into his computer chair. Ah, the Christmas Party, I almost forgot.

Saul thought back to last year’s Christmas party. In many ways, it was the beginning of a new chapter for him. He reminded himself how delicious Mark’s wife had smelled as he pressed himself up against her. How good her ass had felt as she ground it back against his cock before realizing he wasn’t her husband. He had caught a lot of shit for that stunt but it was worth it. Saul grinned as he realized just how much had changed since the party last year. He never would have imagined he would have actually bedded Brooke twice since then, burying his cock deep inside of her and giving her his illicit cum. If David was right and Brooke had gotten knocked up at the Halloween party, it was he, Saul, who had done it.

His smile widened thinking about the implications for Mark. Mark had buried him professionally for the last year but things were finally about to change.

Saul fished the bottle out of his backpack and read the label using the light from his cell phone. The bottle was labelled ‘Dirul’; his doctor had prescribed it earlier in the year for his high blood pressure. Saul had stopped taking it because of its side effects. Saul turned the bottle over and read them again.

‘Some side effects can include dizziness, confusion, lightheadedness, headaches, blurred vision, loss of appetite, upset stomach, diarrhea, constipation, decreased sexual ability.’

Saul knew from Mark’s bathroom visit just now as well as an abrupt exit from an important meeting last week that at least one of those side effects was impacting him. Mark seemed less sharp lately as well. He knew Dirul was strong stuff. When Saul had taken it, it reduced his cock to a limp noodle. He hoped it was having the same effect on Mark.

He had been dosing Mark in secret for weeks. The medication took about a week to get out of Saul’s system, so Mark should still be limp dicked over the weekends when Saul wasn’t able to dose him.

With any luck, Mark’s wife would be frustrated and unsatisfied by now. This meant it was time to dial things up a notch so he could slide his cock back into that sweet wife.

***

Mark groaned as he sat back in his office chair. It was lunch time but he had no desire to eat at all. His stomach was turning but he didn’t understand why. He must have a bug or something but this had been going on for a few weeks now.

So far today and, if he was honest, this whole week had been pretty unproductive. He was just feeling off. Sure this bug was making him run to the bathroom more often than normal but he just didn’t feel like himself. He just couldn’t focus and get things done.

A soft knock came on his office door.

“Come in,” Mark tried to steady his voice and sound like his usual confident self.

One of the young interns popped her head in. ‘Uh, Saul asked me to come get you. He said he needs to talk to you and it’s urgent.”

Mark tried not to visibly roll his eyes. “Thank you.”

The intern departed leaving the door open. Talking to Saul of all people was the last thing Mark wanted to do right now. He liked to be on his A-game when dealing with this snake. Saul had asked an intern to come to fetch him because no one else would listen to him. If Saul wanted to talk to me so bad, why didn’t he just come in here himself? Likely some weird power play idea.

Still, it looked like things were already in motion so he might as well see how this played out. Mark stood but quickly braced himself on his desk. He must have stood up too fast, it felt like the world was spinning. After a few moments, he recovered and took a few tentative steps before feeling confident that he could continue.

He left his office and crossed the floor towards Saul’s office. Their workplace was now fairly empty with most people having left for lunch. A few scattered heads appeared over the tops of cubicle walls.

Saul’s office door was shut when Mark reached it. He sighed and knocked. No response came. The light was on inside, though, so Mark assumed Saul had to be in there. He knocked harder and finally, a gruff voice from the other side beckoned him in.

Dan opened the door and looked in at the sad man behind the desk. Saul sat there intent on something on his screen. Again, it was an obvious power play not to look up and greet someone when they entered your office. Mark just shrugged and internally laughed at how pathetic Saul was.

He studied Saul briefly, noting his beady eyes and pockmarked face. His body was draped in an oversized shirt, unlike Mark’s fitted dress shirts. Finally, Mark got tired of waiting. “What’s up Saul, something urgent?”

Saul finally broke his gaze from his screen and looked up at Mark. Saul didn’t offer a seat to Mark, who intended on standing anyways.

“Shut the door,” Saul commanded.

Mark didn’t like his tone and wasn’t about to cede any power in this conversation, “It’s fine open.”

“Your call,” Saul said. “I have something here on my computer that you are going to be very interested in. Before I show it to you, I want you to promise to remain calm so we can have a logical discussion about it.”

“Sure, Saul, what do you have?” Mark hated this guy’s theatrics.

Saul turned his monitor around so Mark could see the display. On-screen was a woman having sex. The sound was low but it was clearly a woman moaning in pleasure. What the fuck, what an idiot, he is done. Done! Why would you play porn in the office and why the fuck would you show —-

It was Brooke on the screen. The video kept cutting to different parts but it was clearly a close-up of Brooke having sex.

Mark quickly turned on his heel and shut the office door, trying to protect his wife’s virtue. A million thoughts were running through his head: he couldn’t understand what this was or how Saul had it.

He turned back to his work adversary, wanting to reach across the desk and strangle him, “What the FUCK is this SHIT, Saul?”

Saul raised his hands innocently. “I thought you knew? You asked me to film this after all.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Mark demanded, “Why do you have a video of my wife on your work computer?”

“Don’t you remember?” Saul said, “That night of the Halloween party at David’s. I was there, too. I ran across you and your wife upstairs and you asked me to videotape you having sex together.”

Mark felt lightheaded again and could feel the room start to spin. He took a seat at one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk from Saul. He ran a hand through his hair, “What are you even talking about?”

“You really don’t remember?” Saul asked. “What do you remember from that night? I’ll admit I was a little tipsy myself but you and your wife were on another level. I guess one of you thought it would be hot to have someone watch you and tape it.”

The truth was Mark couldn’t remember much from that night, other than the fact that he’d had sex with Brooke in one of the upstairs rooms at David’s house. Saul’s claim didn’t make any sense, but he also couldn’t deny that it was possible. Brooke seemed to remember more but it was still fuzzy for her, too. He knew alcohol made him more friendly and jovial, but could he really have been so friendly as to invite someone like Saul to record him and his wife?

“Alright, Saul,” Mark stood up to tower over Saul. “Here is what’s going to happen. You’re going to delete that video right now in front of me and we are never going to talk about this again. Got it?”

Saul sat back with an amused expression on his face. This was too much and Mark wasn’t prepared for whatever was coming next. He hated the look of satisfaction on Saul’s ugly face.

“No, actually,” Saul finally spoke calmly. “That’s not what is going to happen here.”

“Are you serious?” Mark started, “You just show me –”

“A video of you fucking your wife at the Halloween party,” Saul sneered. “Yes, yes I did. I could delete it now but I’m not stupid Mark, no matter how much you like to make me look stupid in front of everyone here. This is just a copy of the video. I have more copies at home. And let me tell you, for the past couple of weeks I’ve been getting a lot of use out of this video. Thank you again for letting me watch the two of you go at it and reminding me to record it. Very kinky of you.”

“Now,” Saul sat up, interlacing his fingers and putting them on the desk. “Are you ready to sit down and listen to what I want?”

“What you want?” Mark shouted. “I don’t give a shit what you want.”

“That’s too bad,” Saul met his eyes with an intense glare. “How will your wife feel when the conception of your child is posted to all the nastiest message boards and porn sites on the internet. I could also share it here in the office and maybe at her place of work. I’m sure David would enjoy watching it.”

“You son of a bitch,” Mark said, trying to maintain his angry exterior. Inside he felt the room spinning.

“Sit,” Saul commanded.

Mark begrudgingly sat down. He told himself it was just to right himself and stop the spinning, and not because Saul commanded it.

“I want you to do two things for me,” Saul stared at Mark with a confidence the older man didn’t normally possess. “First, before you leave this room, I want you to take your phone out and write an email to the senior leadership team. Tell them that after further evaluation of your new project, you’ve run into some roadblocks and require extra assistance. I want you to explicitly state that upon further review you realize that I was right in my initial assessment and that you recommend I take the lead on it. That it would streamline things to have it be run under my department.”

Saul smiled, “Obviously you are still going to do the heavy lifting on this project even though it will now have my name attached to it.”

“The project is already almost done,” Mark spat. “This is bullshit.”

“This is you protecting the virtue of your wife.” Saul countered. “Now what will it be?”

Mark unwillingly retrieved his phone from his pocket and started typing out an email. When he was done, he made an exaggerated gesture of pressing a button on his screen to indicate he was done.

Saul smiled and watched an email notification pop up on his screen alongside the face of Mark’s beautiful wife having an orgasm. Mark looked at the screen as well, feeling a pit in his stomach. Brooke should never have been put in this position.

“Great,” Saul said smugly, “That takes care of that. Now on to the next order of business. This pertains to the Christmas party tonight.”

Mark broke his gaze away from Brooke’s beautiful form on the screen. He could feel his stomach starting to rumble again. He looked up at Saul. As he did so, Mark realized that he had sunk into his chair like some kid in the principal’s office. He straightened himself so that he was now eye to eye with this vulture of a man.

Saul allowed silence to fill the room. Waiting for Mark to ask a question. Another power play…

Mark finally relented. He felt like he was playing an unknown game of chess and he was the pawn. “What about the Christmas party tonight?”

An ugly smile spread across Saul’s face. “You embarrassed me last year after the Christmas party. You dragged me through an HR inquiry for weeks. I want you to make that right.”

Saul leaned forward. “Tonight when you get home, I want you to talk to your wife. I want to hear the conversation. You record it or you call me and I’ll listen to it. You are going to tell your wife that for the last year, you have been thinking about the Christmas party. How you watched me dancing with your wife. Tell her that you were paralyzed when you saw it. You didn’t stop it because at that moment you realized how much it turned you on seeing her dancing with me. You’ve been thinking about it for the past year. Tell her that you want to see her dance with me tonight.”

“You’re fucking nuts,” Mark said. “I’m not going to let you put your hands on my wife.”

Saul didn’t respond. He kept eye contact with Mark and reached over to his keyboard and pressed down on a button. Brooke’s moans started to fill the room, increasing in volume.

Mark panicked, realizing he had been in here a while and his co-workers were likely milling back into the office from their lunch break.

“Shhhhh,” Mark said, gesturing that Saul turn it down.

Saul tilted his head, letting Brooke’s moans of pleasure continue.

“Fuck,” Mark said trying to reach for the keyboard. “Turn it down.”

Saul slowly did so. “If that bothers you, imagine that playing from everyone’s computer here in the office. At your wife’s office. You know my number. Have the conversation.”

Mark sat there staring daggers at his co-worker. He didn’t know how to respond.

Saul turned the monitor back around and stared at it intently. After a few seconds, he looked over and feigned surprise that Mark was still sitting there. “Oh, you can go now.”

Mark broke from his stance and stood up. He wanted so badly to wring Saul’s neck. Normally he’d already have some way up his sleeve to outmaneuver his older coworker but his mind was too rattled to even begin to think straight.

He left Saul’s office, closing the door behind him. The office began to spin again. He braced himself against the wall and felt his stomach rumble. Fuck, I don’t know what to do here.

***

Saul smiled as Mark shut the door. He began crafting a response to the email that Mark had sent to the senior team. Mark hadn’t even begun to grasp the implications that would stem from giving Saul control of this project. Saul would have an entirely new level of access that he really shouldn’t have. The other leadership didn’t understand the technical side of the business so they likely wouldn’t realize the significance of Saul’s new level of access, either.

To complete this project, Saul would make a bold ask. He would now effectively oversee all of the company’s hardware, primarily their phones and computers. With a few simple updates to the company software package, Saul would be able to control everything coming in and going out on every such device.

But for now, that would have to wait. All he could think about was putting his arms around Brooke and pressing his cock into her sweet backside.

***

“What do you think?” Brooke asked from the doorway of their bathroom. On the other side of the room, Mark was putting on his dress pants for his company’s Christmas party. He looked up at her and his jaw dropped.

“Shit Brooke, you look sexy as hell, but don’t you think that’s a little much for tonight? I mean it’s just my company party, it’s not like we are going clubbing in Vegas or something.” Mark stared at his wife. He had seen this dress before and his wife always looked stunning in it. Tonight she looked even more salacious, her chest had grown over the past couple of weeks which made her cleavage stand out even more.

Brooke smiled and turned to look at herself in the mirror. The dress was already having the intended effect she had planned. Sure, it was a little risque for a corporate event but she wanted to rev up Mark’s engines for after the party. She didn’t really care what anyone else thought of her. If turning a few more heads her way was what it took to get Mark out of his funk and into her pants, so be it.

She turned to the side to look at herself. It was a simple black dress but it accentuated all the right things. It was modest in some ways but sizzling in others. The black dress showed a lot of her long, tanned legs. Its stretchy, hip-hugging fabric ended in the middle of her thighs and wrapped tightly around her waist, framing her perfect bubble butt. It squeezed over her stomach until the hemline stopped just over her magnificent bust. The tight dress pushed the top of her breasts up, putting them on display for all to see. The straps extended into full, flowing black sleeves. They connected across her collarbone at the base of her neck, almost like the collar of a more modest dress. Just like her chest, the top of her back was also bare.

Brooke began accessorizing; looking for pieces that would complement that dress. She selected some subtle golden earrings and a gold bracelet. They clashed a bit with her rose gold wedding ring but the sparkling diamond on it would draw away any attention from her hands. Besides, most people tonight won’t be looking at my hands.

She looked at her husband in the mirror and held back a smile. “I just wanted to feel beautiful tonight, Mark. It’s been a while since we’ve had a reason to get out of the house like this.”

Mark knew he wasn’t about to talk Brooke out of dressing up, nor did he want her to. She looked like sex incarnate and he wanted nothing more than to have his way with her. Then he winced, remembering his poor performances as of late. If he could just get through tonight’s party, maybe things would be different. He glanced down at his watch and saw that it was almost time to leave.

He’d been putting off having this conversation with Brooke. He thought back to that afternoon in Saul’s office and how expertly Saul had boxed him in. He’d find a way out, he just hadn’t thought of one yet. He just needed to buy a bit of time to figure it out.

Mark finished getting dressed and sat down on the bed, elbows on his knees. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to find the words. He pulled his cell phone out and started a voice memo. How the hell do I tell Brooke I want to see her dance with Saul? Thats fucked.

“What’s  wrong, honey?” Brooke was standing in front of him, it seemed like her legs went on for miles. “Is something bothering you?”

Mark sighed. He couldn’t think of another way out of this, another way to keep her safe. Is the way to keep her safe by letting Saul put his hands on her?

“It’s just…” Mark trailed off trying to find the words.

Brooke could tell something was bothering her husband. She sat down next to him on the bed and patiently stayed silent, giving him all the time he’d needed to get his words together. She knew that he could put on a good show of confidence at work but there were times, when it was just them, that he showed her that he didn’t always have it all together. She rested her hand on his lower back in a show of support.

“It’s been an interesting year,” Mark continued. “A lot has happened, particularly at work. Things have changed. I’ve changed. And I don’t always understand everything that’s happening.”

Mark looked up at Brooke and saw his supportive loving wife, hanging onto his every word, as if nothing else mattered. He cringed internally at what he was about to say.

“I….” Mark took a deep breath. He broke eye contact with Brooke and stared at the floor. “I can’t seem to stop thinking about what happened at the last Christmas party and I was surprised at myself about how turned on I was…”

Mark let the words hang there. The silence from Brooke seemed to stretch on forever. Each passing millisecond was unbearable. Finally, she spoke.

“Are you talking about when your coworker tried to grind on me?” Brooke asked tersely.

Mark winced at the tone of her voice. “Yeah, that.”

Brooke was taken aback by what Dan was saying. Did he really get turned on watching someone like his coworker put his hands on her? She was ready to ask him a million questions, trying to figure out how he felt and why he was bringing this up now, but she stopped herself. She looked at her husband and noticed his sunk-in body language and the fact that he wasn’t making eye contact with her.

This must be something that had been weighing on him. Like this was something that Mark was ashamed of and still processing himself. She needed to support him and try to encourage him to open up; now wasn’t the time for being the scorned wife. God, I don’t want to be that woman. I’m better than that. These damn hormones are throwing me out of whack.

Brooke started slowly massaging Mark’s lower back as a sign of support. She closed the distance between them, putting her head on his shoulder and her other hand on his leg. “Thank you for telling me that. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to do. I didn’t know this sort of thing was something that turned you on.”

Mark gently shook his head, trying to memorize the patterns in his carpet. He was feeling light-headed again. Being pushed along this path and not telling Brooke the entire truth was affecting his mental clarity.

“Me neither,” he finally uttered. The thought of a Japanese samurai committing seppuku flashed through his mind as the next words formed in his mouth. “Do you think you could do that again tonight?”

Brooke trained her eyes on the side of Mark’s face. “Dance with someone else or do you mean that guy specifically?”

Mark closed his eyes. “That same guy. Saul. The same one from last year.”

Brooke didn’t remember a lot about Saul but what she knew, she didn’t like. He didn’t scream her type, he was almost the opposite in every way. She looked at how Mark was struggling to come clean. She drew her hips into a straight line and rested her head entirely on Mark’s shoulder. “I can’t promise it’ll happen again. Who knows, he might not be there or even be interested. But if it means a lot to you, I’ll do it.”

It was just a dance after all. Maybe seeing it would spark Mark’s engine and they would be up all night making love. It seemed like a small price to pay if it brought Mark back to his normal self.

“Can I just ask one question?” Brooke hesitated. “What exactly about seeing this guy dance with me, turns you on?”

Mark hadn’t run through this entire conversation and didn’t know how to respond. He just needed this night to be over. “I honestly don’t know. It just seems to be on repeat in my mind. Maybe we can figure it out together later.”

Brooke was about to ask exactly what Mark meant by figuring it out later but the ringing of a phone interjected itself into the intensity of their discussion.

Mark took his phone off his lap and answered it, “Got it, thanks. We’ll be right out.”

Mark hung up the phone, “Our ride’s here.”

He stood up and held his hand out to Brooke. She took it and stood. Mark looked flushed. Brooke wanted to calm him down before they left the house. She stood on her tippy toes and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. “Let’s go, honey.”

As the town car pulled away, Mark and Brooke stayed silent. They each wanted to continue their conversation but didn’t want to do so in front of the driver. Mark made some small talk with him while Brooke focused on her phone. A million thoughts were running through her head, chief among them was what exactly Mark meant by figuring things out later. Why hadn’t this come up before now and what exactly about it seemed to turn Mark on so much?

As they drove along toward the event center, Brooke began googling questions about husbands wanting their wives to dance with other men and why they wanted it. From her quick searches, it seemed like this was a common fantasy, especially when it came to alpha males or other men that represented a threat or competition to the husband. Was this Saul guy the person that was always giving Mark grief at work and making his day harder? Is this where all this was coming from? Did seeing them together last year trigger all this in him? She really wished she could go back and dial down the drinks and be more aware of who was sliding up behind her.

Brooke’s thoughts and her googling were cut short by the driver announcing they had arrived at their destination.

***

Mark and Brooke both noticed heads visibly turning as they walked across the packed room. It seemed like every man in the room seemed to get some kind of signal to turn and look at Brooke’s chest. Many of the men’s middle-aged wives also turned with sour looks on their faces.

Brooke kept a calm exterior but found the attention validating. Normally she wouldn’t like the attention but Mark’s recent lack of sex drive towards her was seriously messing with her head. Her confidence was slipping and she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. All of the glances from Mark’s coworkers were making her feel more like herself – even if the dress that she was wearing was putting her body on display for them.

She smiled politely as she made eye contact with a few of them. Some of them were younger, likely holding junior positions. Others were older than her and Mark, and some were even much older.

As they crossed the floor to the table, Brooke’s mind couldn’t help but wander, wondering how each of these men would be in bed. How long would they last, how would they perform, what kind of tool were they packing. She shook her head trying, but unfortunately trying in vain, to stop that line of thinking. It wasn’t normal for her to think like that. I’m too horny lately and these hormones are putting that on overdrive.

Reaching their table, Mark pulled out her chair for her. Brooke sat down and realized for the first time how wet she was. All that male attention really was driving her crazy.

Mark took his seat next to her and introduced Brooke to the other people at the table. Brooke felt relieved that Mark’s co-worker Saul wasn’t seated with them. She didn’t want to confront that just yet and hadn’t particularly enjoyed their small talk from last year’s event.

It wasn’t long before the first course was served and everyone around the room finally took their seats.

***

Saul watched Brooke from his seat. She looked like she was dripping with sex. Her tits looked bigger than he remembered, that dress did wonderful things to them.

That’s the mother of my child. Saul smirked. Sure, he wasn’t entirely positive that he had been the one to knock Brooke up but the timeline seemed to work out. The thought of impregnating not only a woman who was that sexy, but the fact that she was Mark’s wife, made his cock swell.

He tried to focus on his food but being in the same room with her again was intoxicating. He couldn’t help glancing her way. He wasn’t the only one. He noticed several other men in the room stealing covert glances when their watchful wives weren’t looking.

As the server took his plate and replaced it with the third course, Saul wondered whether Mark had that conversation with his wife, whether he would actually be sliding his cock against her backside tonight. He wasn’t sure whether his plan would work or not. If Mark called his bluff there was no way Saul could release that video. If it got enough attention, Mark might take legal means and the original video was quite incriminating.

Saul wiped away a bead of sweat that had formed on his forehead. This was quite the gamble he was taking. He was suddenly getting nervous that his plan wasn’t going to work and that he was in deep shit. He had to know what Mark’s reaction to all this was. He touched his jacket pocket, looking for reassurance that the container was still there. He hadn’t brought the liquid Diuril with him tonight, instead, he’d brought something else to fuck with Mark’s head.

It was time to get Mark’s attention. Saul excused himself and headed to the bar. He ordered a couple of shots of whiskey to calm his nerves and then made toward the bathroom, taking a route that passed through Mark’s line of sight. They made brief eye contact and Saul gave him a subtle nod in the direction he was heading.

The bathroom was surprisingly empty when Saul entered. He stepped up to a urinal and started his business. He finished up quickly and began washing his hands when he heard the door open. Saul glanced up through the mirror and saw Mark standing there, unsure what to do next.

Saul broke the silence, projecting an air of fake confidence, “So, how did the conversation go?”

Mark cringed and leaned against the wall. Something was off with him but he couldn’t tell what. He wasn’t sure what game Saul was playing at.

“I did it, okay. Like you asked.” Mark whispered. “Now hand over the video.”

Saul raised an eyebrow. He dried his hands quickly, not wanting to drag this out and have their conversation overheard by someone else.

“That wasn’t the deal,” Saul turned to face Mark. “I haven’t gotten my dance yet. Besides, I think there is a matter of the recording. I want to hear that you actually said it.”

Mark looked confused and then seemed to remember what Saul was referring to. He was about to speak when someone walked into the bathroom. Mark and Saul nodded politely as the man stepped up to the urinal.

“Okay, then,” Saul said. “Just send me that file and we can square this away.”

Without leaving room for discussion, Saul exited the bathroom and sat back down at his table. He glanced over at Brooke and noticed that she was alone. The table had other occupants but none were engaging with her. Brooke turned her head and locked eyes with Saul. He didn’t look away. She broke eye contact first and seemed relieved when her husband returned.

Saul laid his phone face up on the table next to him as the server put a plate of dessert in front of him. As he took his first bite, his phone lit up. Mark had sent him an email. Saul opened it. It was blank with a .mp3 attachment. He put his Airpods in and listened to it.

He smiled as he listened to Mark struggling to tell his wife about enjoying seeing him with her. Brooke had been compassionate in trying to understand her husband and she’d even agreed to dance with Saul.

This should be an interesting night.

***

Brooke wished she could drink. A little intoxication would render this event and what she needed to do later much more tolerable. Mark’s company had put up an open bar and she was fairly certain she was the only one not partaking. Everyone seemed to have a drink in their hand; even Mark was on his third mixed drink.

As Brooke looked around at the uproarious crowd, she was hyper-aware of all the looks she was receiving. The alcohol had clearly lowered inhibitions as many of the men were leering at her openly, in contrast with the more covert glances she had received earlier.

While she didn’t find many of these men attractive, her mind started to drift wondering what they looked like under their clothes. Brooke realized she was pushing her thighs together and abruptly stopped herself.

The servers had taken their dessert plates away and the lighting in the room had been dimmed. The hired DJ began playing some older hits and was beckoning the partygoers out onto the dance floor. Many of Mark’s co-workers took this as their cue to depart for the night, but many others sloppily sauntered up to the dance floor. Given the state of inebriation in the room, Brooke assumed most of the company’s HR team was among those departing, not wanting to witness whatever violations were about to take place.

The DJ fired up his lighting set up and the overhead lights got dimmer still. The room was dark except for the different colored lights illuminating the dance floor. Mark and Brooke sat in silence for over half an hour, neither one really knowing what to do. Brooke looked at Mark, who was staring at his drink. The poor guy probably was probably feeling a ton of different emotions; she was just happy he’d found the courage to share what he had with her earlier.

***

Saul ordered two double rye and cokes from the open bar. As he maneuvered his way across the dark room, he felt confident no one was watching him. The people in attendance were either leaving or were dancing to hit sounds from the 90s.

He scoffed as he watched some of his coworkers dancing way too close to one another, doing things that were surely worse than what he had gotten in trouble for last year. His bosses really did want people to blow off steam at this event and it looked like his coworkers were happy to oblige.

Looking around the room to double-check that no one was looking at him, Saul placed the two glasses down on an open table. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small container. With a quick twist, it was open and Saul poured its blue powdery contents into one of the drinks, swirling his fingers around the glass to ensure that all the powder dissolved. Satisfied that it looked like a normal drink, Saul navigated through the revellers and made a beeline for Mark’s table.

***

Brooke watched as Mark downed the last of his drink. He let the empty glass linger on his lips like he was hoping for another drop.

Brooke felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Someone was watching her, someone close. Her nose picked up the scent of old cigarettes causing her to involuntarily frown. Something behind her caught the corner of Mark’s eye: she noticed his shoulders sag. Then she felt a presence next to her.

She looked up and saw an older unattractive man standing there, part of her brain registered something familiar about him. She didn’t have time to piece it together. Then she faintly recognized his face from last year. This must be the same guy, this must be Saul.

Saul stepped forward and put a dark drink on the table in front of Mark. He had a similar drink in his hand and took a big gulp of it. “Heya, Mark, why aren’t you up on the dance floor with this beautiful wife of yours?”

Saul looked over at Brooke and his eyes immediately looked directly down the top of her dress. Creep.

Mark sighed and looked up at his work rival. “Just not feeling it tonight, Saul. We’ll probably head out soon.”

“Oh,” Saul said looking at Brooke as he took another drink. “That’s too bad. I’m sure a woman as lovely as your wife would love to dance tonight, wouldn’t you, honey? I bet half of the married men here would jump at the chance to oblige.”

This was it. Brooke could take the hint and either ask to dance or take Mark and go home. Mark looked miserable and she knew, just from her brief googling in the car, the kind of conflict this kind of request could raise in a man and the guilt that he might feel for asking. He had probably been carrying this around for a while. Who knows, maybe the impending anniversary of this Christmas party was what had changed him so much recently. She decided to give Mark what he wanted.

“I’d love to dance,” Brooke exclaimed, looking back and forth between her husband and Saul. She noted a sly smile spread across Saul’s face. “What do you say, Mark, let’s go up there.”

“You know, Brooke, after all that food my stomach isn’t the best. Maybe we should wait a bit?” Mark said while taking a swig of the drink Saul had put in front of him.  Brooke had known that Mark was going to be wishy-washy about this. She wanted Mark to fuck her brains out tonight. She needed it. She decided to take charge.

“It’s okay, baby,” She gave Mark a covert wink that she hoped Saul didn’t pick up on.

“Saul,” Brooke turned and looked up at the beady-eyed man looming over her. “What about you? You seemed pretty eager to dance with me last year.”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about that again. You know just too many drinks, I kind of got carried away.” Saul stumbled at being put on the spot by the beautiful woman in front of him.

Brooke felt her skin crawl at what she was about to say. “I may have overreacted, I had a few drinks myself. Maybe I could make it up to you, how about a dance right now?”

“I would be honored,” Saul replied. He turned and looked at Mark for approval.

“Come up in a couple of songs when your stomach is feeling better,” Brooke said reassuringly to her husband.

“Yeah,” Mark said, taking another drink from the glass. “Okay.”

Mark’s lips formed a line that he intended as a reassuring smile. Saul held out his hand to Brooke; she took it and stood up. She quickly adjusted her dress and moved past Saul and walked towards the dance floor, holding his hand. Saul grinned as he watched her ass sway back and forth.

Mark sat with his back to the dance floor and downed the rest of his drink.

Everyone on the dance floor seemed to be lost in their own world. Even though Brooke was one of the more attractive women at the event, most of the people now seemed focused on their dance partners.

A fast song with a great beat was playing. Brooke led Saul out into an open pocket in the middle of the dance floor and gulped nervously. Here goes nothing. I hope Mark enjoys the show.

Brooke began swaying her hips to the beat of the music and rested Saul’s sun-spotted hand on her waist. Saul wasted no time in closing the distance between them. She felt his chest push up against her back and his crotch rest against her toned ass. Saul had both hands on her hips, gently moving them back and forth as she danced to the beat.

It felt weird having another man so close to her. Brooke could feel herself growing warmer. She suddenly felt very flush. She hadn’t danced with any other man than Mark since she had accidentally danced with Saul last year. Before that, she couldn’t even think of the last time it had happened.

Brooke grimaced as the smell of dirty old cigarettes wafted into her nose. The ill-proportioned suit that Saul was wearing stunk. She could feel his warm breath on the side of her bare neck. He was standing so close to her.

Someone in front of them twirled their partner a little too close, causing Brooke to step back. Saul didn’t move back, Brooke just pushed herself closer to him.

Brooke felt her eyes bulge as something hard pushed into her backside. Mark’s workplace rival’s cock was pressing against her sweet married ass. She tried to think back to the last Christmas party, she hadn’t remembered Saul’s dick feeling so….Big.

“Mmmmm,” Saul groaned into her ear. His hands tightened on her waist. “I forgot just how good a dancer you are. Just as good as I remember.”

Brooke was trying to take a moment to collect herself. She didn’t know how to respond to what Saul had just said. The last Christmas party was a bit of a blur, she remembered dancing with Mark and then turning around and seeing Saul standing there. She didn’t remember his hardness pressing into her then but could she really blame the guy? She knew she looked great last year. That seemed like a natural response. Maybe she did overreact.

But for right now all she could focus on was the feeling of a hard cock pressing up against her body. This is what she wanted from Mark, not from some sleazy guy almost double her age. Brooke realized just how badly she had been craving physical touch. Her hip movements were becoming more pronounced. Instead of jumping away from Saul like last year and pushing him back, she was mortified to realize that she was now pushing her ass harder against his cock. Her body was on fire.

“You’re,” Brooke hesitated, trying to find the words. She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. She turned her head to the side slightly, “Er, not so bad yourself.”

She meant it as a white lie but she couldn’t deny that Saul was an okay dancer. She chalked it up to her messed-up hormones, but his dancing was starting to get her going.

“Thank you,” Saul whispered. His lips were right next to her ear. A shiver ran through Brooke’s body.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight,” Saul continued to whisper, his hands drifting from her hips and coming to rest on her upper thighs. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Brooke continued to grind her ass back on Saul’s cock. It was wedged right up between her ass cheeks. She was mentally noting where she felt it and trying to guess how long it actually was. Her body loved the feeling of it pressing into her. It made her feel powerful.

Saul’s words about her appearance hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been feeling so low about herself lately that his affirmations about her appearance were exactly what she needed to hear.

Saul’s fingers began to explore her thighs ever so subtly. It wasn’t lost on Brooke and she felt disgusted that her husband’s coworker would take such liberties on a public dance floor. At the same time, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that she was getting extremely turned on. This isn’t right at all. It is all for Mark though, maybe I should at least try to enjoy it a little bit.

The song flowed immediately into another, again with a fast temp. Brooke bit her lip and changed the rhythm of her hips, instead of just going back and forth, she started moving her hips side to side and up and down. When she moved them up, she could feel Saul’s cock pressing between her ass cheeks. If it hadn’t been for the clothing between them, it would be like she was stroking his cock with her ass.

She shook her head, repulsed by the thought of the two of them being naked and pressed so closely against each other. This asshole was the bane of Mark’s workplace; he’d taken liberties with her last year. She shouldn’t be thinking this way.

“Hey, look over there,” Saul whispered again into her ear. “Over by the bar.”

Brooke looked in the direction of the bar. It took a few seconds before she recognized Mark’s face staring at them through the crowd. He had another drink in his hand and stood motionless in a crowd of moving people.

“It’s been a few songs already,” Saul whispered. His hot breath was causing goosebumps to grow on Brooke’s neck. “Why hasn’t he come and taken you from me yet?”

As Brooke turned her head slightly, the sight of Saul so close to her face caught her off guard. “I don’t know, maybe he still isn’t feeling well.”

“Maybe,” Saul said contemplatively. He pushed on her thighs, pulling her close to him while he thrust his cock against her ass. “Or maybe he is getting off on this.”

The words from Saul’s lips shocked Brooke. She had only learned about Mark’s secret fantasy a few hours ago and now his co-worker had already put the pieces together.

“No, I don’t th–,” Brooke began to protest but Saul cut her off.

“I think he does,” Saul whispered into her ear again. This time his lips weren’t just next to her ear, but up against it. She could feel his lips lightly move with each word he spoke. “Is this why you wanted to dance with me? To put on a show for your husband?”

Saul ran his hands further down Brooke’s dress until they were touching her bare thigh. “Are you using me to get your husband off?”

Brooke stayed silent. Her body was on fire. She looked across the dance floor to the bar where Mark just stood there, watching as his coworker ran his hands over her body.

***

Mark took a long drink as he felt his heartbreak. His greatest workplace enemy was on the dance floor with his arms wrapped around his wife, whispering something into her ear. Brooke seemed to be enjoying the dance, grinding herself against Saul’s cock.

He wasn’t sure whether she was doing it for him, thinking this was his fantasy, or if she was just enjoying herself. He knew things had been sensitive lately, so he didn’t want to get upset with her, even though his jealousy was at an all-time high.

It was only now occurring to him that he didn’t know when to end this. His brain fog seemed to lift momentarily and he realized he should have set some stricter parameters or definitions for how long Saul could dance with his wife. Now he was stuck here watching them press into each other’s bodies. If he interrupted too soon, would Saul still hold up his end of the bargain?

Mark finished his drink and turned to put it back on the bar when he noticed his pants moving abnormally. He looked down and felt his dick aching against the fabric. His dick was hard as a rock. What the fuck?

He backed around the end of the bar and awkwardly tried to stand to the side to hide his raging erection. It had been weeks since his cock had woken up and gotten hard. Now it decided to do it? While he was watching Saul dance with his innocent wife? Seeing this wasn’t actually turning him on, was it? All he felt was rage boiling inside of him.

Mark braced himself on the bar as another wave of lightheadedness washed over him.

***

Saul’s fingers were making little circles on the tops of her thighs. Brooke was embarrassed at the way her body was responding to the touch of this creepy lecher. His fingers were on her bare skin, his hard cock pressing up against her ass, his hot breath on her neck. What was wrong with her?

She moved her hands to his in an attempt to push them away. Instead, Saul extended his fingers and interlaced them with hers. She looked down and saw her glimmering wedding ring peeking out from underneath this man’s fat fingers. She closed her eyes, but that just heightened the feeling of a nice hard cock pressing against her, wanting her.

She bit her lip and involuntarily dropped her head back onto Saul’s shoulder.

“Why don’t we put on a little show for your husband, then?” Saul whispered. “I can help you guys out, give you what you want.”

One of his hands left her thigh and moved upwards. Their fingers were still interlaced. Brooke suddenly became aware of how quickly she was breathing. The room seemed to be getting hotter. Maybe the A/C was broken. She felt the heat coming from Saul’s body behind her, his cock felt especially hot against the thin fabric of her dress.

She knew there were bodies all around her; she felt like she had when dancing with Mark on Halloween night. Anonymous bodies crammed on a dance floor, hot bodies pushing against them.

Saul’s hands travelled up her hips, past her stomach until they were just below her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat, the anticipation building. Did she really want this stranger to grope her chest? She wanted to open her eyes and look to see if Mark was watching and if he was enjoying what he was seeing, but she didn’t want to make a move and potentially lose out on this touch.

Her fingers were interlaced with his; at any moment she could pull his hand away: but she didn’t. Part of her mind was asking herself why she hadn’t, but that part was being drowned out by the anticipation of waiting to be touched. Mark will stop this if it gets too far.

Saul slowly slid his hand up until it covered one of her breasts. A small gasp escaped Brooke’s lips, as he gently squeezed her breast at the same time as he thrust his cock into her backside.

“Ugh,” Brooke moaned out loud. She realized she was holding his hand tightly against her chest, not wanting him to move. She couldn’t believe how much a simple touch affected her. Her mind was grappling with how sensitive her body seemed to be. How easily it reacted to Saul’s touch. She shouldn’t be up here with him.

The fast-tempo song suddenly faded out and was replaced with a slower one. The kind of romantic song that would be played at a wedding. Everyone else on the dance floor shifted and found a partner. Brooke opened her eyes and disengaged from Saul. She looked over at the bar. Mark was still standing there watching them but he was standing awkwardly. What was he doing over there?

She felt a strong hand on her arm. Saul turned her around and brought her to him. Brooke was caught off guard as she almost fell into the older man’s arms. She was immediately greeted with the smell of cigarettes as her head was close to his chest. For some reason, the scent seemed to turn her on as one of Mark’s colognes might have. It didn’t make sense at all, she always found smoking to be a disgusting habit.

Saul tightly gripped her waist with one hand and pulled her hard into him. His hard cock pressed between her legs, disappearing past the hemline of her dress. His other hand snaked around her, his fingers grazing her naked back.

Brooke felt Saul’s cock pressing between her upper thighs, so dangerously close to her pussy. After the events of last year’s Christmas party, Brooke couldn’t have imagined this is where she would find herself. Back in the clutches of Mark’s workplace rival.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Saul said as he started to grind his hips back and forth. Even though it was a slow song and they were slowly dancing like everyone else, Saul seemed intent on pushing his cock against her as much as possible.

Brooke’s pussy was on fire. It was aching to feel Mark’s hard cock. It had been weeks since he had been able to get hard for her, she had tried everything to make him attracted to her again. And now here she was, without even trying she had a hard cock only an inch away from her. It unfortunately wasn’t her husband’s.

The hand on her waist moved slowly and deliberately until it rested on the fabric stretched over her magnificent ass. Saul extended his fingers trying to grasp as much of it as possible.

Suddenly, Saul grasped her ass hard through her dress causing her to squeal as he stood up taller and thrust his hips forward. His cock pushed against Brooke’s pussy.

“Fuck,” Brooke moaned as her pussy felt Saul’s cock. “Mmmmmmm.”

Saul kept an iron grip on her ass and held her in place as he began to move his dick against Brooke’s panty-covered sex.

She knew it was wrong but it felt so good. How could she be so repulsed yet so turned on by someone? The brief thought of one of Mark’s other coworkers noticing drifted through her mind. The idea of people watching her turned her on even more. As long as it wasn’t anyone important. She just hoped Mark was enjoying himself.

***

As Saul spun Brooke around to start slow dancing with her, Mark took a step onto the dance floor. He tried his best to hide his erection that wouldn’t seem to disappear. Surely that had been enough to fulfill their deal. He watched in horror as Brooke’s body seemed to melt into Saul’s.

When Mark took a second step toward the unlikely couple, he felt his stomach drop. His intestines started gurgling. Oh, no, not now. What the fuck is wrong with me?

His ass checks instinctively clenched. He saw Brooke’s head press against Saul’s chest as he turned and fast walked towards the bathroom.

***

Brooke had her eyes closed and was bracing herself against Saul. Her arms encircled his neck, hanging off of him as he teased her pussy with his cock. It felt amazing, her pussy finally being stimulated like this. She just wished it was with Mark, in their bed and that she could feel it without all these layers on.

Saul’s hand briefly left her ass and Brooke was surprised how disappointed she felt by that. She felt his hand touch her bare thigh as it moved upwards, he reached up under her dress and squeezed her naked ass. It occurred to her that there was no way he could do that without lifting her dress for everyone on the dance floor to see. At that moment she didn’t really care, his hand was holding her against a throbbing hard cock.

The slow song ended and an uptempo song took its place. Some people drifted off the dance floor while others quickly adapted and changed their pace, welcoming the fast song. Brooke still felt surrounded by throngs of bodies, closing in on her.

Saul and Brooke stayed in place for several seconds before Saul slowly disengaged and turned her back around. Brooke reluctantly complied, her body still craving the sensations she had just been receiving.

She looked towards the bar to gauge Mark’s reaction, but couldn’t see him. There were too many people milling about getting in her line of sight.

Saul’s strong hands pulled her hips back onto his waiting cock. Brooke immediately started grinding her ass against it, wishing she could feel it between her legs again.

Saul smiled at how eagerly Brooke was dancing with him. They had both come a long way in the last year. He lowered his lips to her ear again. “Mmmm, you feel good, Brooke.”

“You, too,” Brooke admitted absentmindedly. She was too focused on the feeling of Saul’s rock-hard ass pressing against her ass as she moved back and forth on it. This better be working for Mark, she wanted him as soon as they got home.

“I wonder how you taste…” Saul trailed off as he lowered his head. Moving past some of the fabric on her shoulder, his lips found bare skin and began to gently kiss and lick her. A chill ran up her entire body as she felt wet lips caressing such a sensitive area. Instinctively one of her hands rose and rested on the back of Saul’s head, encouraging him to continue.

Each lick and kiss on her shoulder and the top of her collarbone sent jolts of electricity through her body. Brooke couldn’t remember the last time she had been this hot and bothered. She closed her eyes and melted into the sensations dancing across her body.

Brooke knew she should put a stop to this. She didn’t want this creep to get the wrong idea but after weeks of pent-up frustration, some of it was melting away. This dance was like a relief valve, taking away some of the pressure she had been feeling. She just needed to let out a little more and then she would stop this.

Saul looked around and was surprised no one was looking in their direction. He decided they might need to move somewhere a little more private soon. He snaked one hand down Brooke’s body until it disappeared under her dress. He quickly found his prize and pressed his fingers against the soaked panties covering her precious sex.

“Oh,” Brooke moaned at Saul’s touch. She couldn’t believe she was moaning so wantonly like this in public. Anyone could see what Saul was doing if they looked their way. This was definitely an HR violation.

Saul’s lips and hands abruptly left her. She stood there momentarily confused, disappointed at the same time as her body felt extremely hot. She turned to see what Saul was doing as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the end of the dance floor.

As Saul was dragging her away into the dark recesses of the room, Brooke spun her head around looking for her husband.

***

Mark sat hunched over the toilet seat, praying something would happen. For the last few weeks, he’d often find himself here, his stomach flipping causing him pain only to get to the bathroom and have nothing happen. He would just sit here in pain, hoping in vain for his body to work properly.

He didn’t know what was happening lately.

It had been mortifying when he’d had to run out of meeting with senior leadership but the stakes seemed to pale in comparison to what was happening right now on the dance floor.

Mark felt himself getting lightheaded again. He grabbed onto one of the support bars to steady himself, thankfully he chose the furthest stall which happened to be the handicapped one.

He closed his eyes tightly trying to will away the pain. When he opened them the world around him looked blurry. He hadn’t drunk that much had he?

Mark hoped that when Brooke lost track of him on the dance floor, she would disengage from Saul and try to find him. He hated that Saul’s grubby older hands were on his wife, that he was pressing himself into her.

Mark shifted his weight and looked down at his dick. It was still just as hard as it was when he was at the bar. Why the fuck did you pick now of all times to get hard!?

He didn’t understand why his dick suddenly decided to work. Perhaps the alcohol lowered whatever was stressing him out. He didn’t think he got turned on by seeing his wife with another man like some men do. It was the most confusing erection of Mark’s life and showed no signs of departing anytime soon.

***

In a lust-filled daze, Brooke followed Saul off the dance floor and away from the colored lights of the DJ. She followed him into the dark room, past empty tables and chairs until they stopped next to the makeshift stage Mark’s CEO had addressed the crowd from. Saul pulled her behind the thin curtain that hid the sound equipment.

“Let’s finish our dance here,” Saul growled as leaned against the wall and pulled Brooke’s ass to his crotch.

“But Mark…” Brooke started.

“I saw him,” Saul said as he held her ass firmly against his raging erection. “He saw where we went, he’ll be peeking his head around the corner in no time.”

Satisfied with his answer, Brooke resumed dancing to the song. Without any potential onlookers, Brooke pressed her ass hard against Saul’s cock. A fleeting thought passed through her mind at how wrong this was, how she shouldn’t be doing this, especially with someone that looked the way Saul did. Saul was the opposite of what she found attractive. He was also Mark’s chief pain in the ass at work. She was a married woman for god’s sake and he was so much older than she was. She reminded herself she was doing this for Mark but she knew she was getting carried away. Having someone’s attention and being touched just felt so good.

All thought disappeared as Saul’s hands began to run all over her body. Brooke braced herself against Saul as his hands began squeezing her breasts through the sheer fabric. He was roughly grabbing them, and then one hand reached under the top and cupped her naked breast. Saul rolled her nipple between his fingers, setting her nerves on fire.

Brooke loved how rough and domineering Saul was. She wasn’t begging or compelling someone to be with her, it was just a man wanting her.

Saul grew frustrated with the lack of mobility of his hand in her dress. He withdrew it and searched for the clasp to her dress. He found a clip on the material on the back of her neck. Within seconds he had it undone and lowered it down.

Brooke took the hint, shimmering her arms out of the material as Saul lowered her dress. With a sharp intake of breath, Saul lowered it down her torso, Brooke’s heaving beautiful naked breasts falling out on display.

She looked around to search for where Mark was watching from, but Saul turned her head and started feasting on her neck as his other hand began groping her naked breasts. Saul sloppily ran his tongue all over Brooke’s bare neck and shoulders. He alternated between forcefully grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Brooke was breathing hard, her chest was rising and falling, pushing against Saul’s rough hands. She was getting too stimulated: his hard cock pressing up against her backside, his rough hands against her breasts, and his tongue mauling her neck, they were all becoming too much. She needed Mark to come out from his hiding place and fuck her.

“Mark?” Brooke asked trying to crane her neck, “Mark?”

As if reading her mind, Saul let go of her neck and reached between her legs. He roughly grabbed the hem of her dress and hiked it up above her thighs. She squeezed her legs shut as he pressed his hand against her panty-covered sex as he had done on the dance floor.

“Oh,” Brooke moaned. “Fuck.”

Brooke was grinding herself against Saul’s cock with her ass while trying to push against his fat fingers that were now playing with her pussy lips.

Saul roughly pulled her panties to the side, exposing Brooke’s shaved pussy. His fingers began dancing up and down her slit. He found her clit and began lightly teasing it.

“Mmmmmm,” Brooke moaned. Her body was overwhelmed by Saul. She couldn’t think of anything else beyond what he was doing to her.

Saul couldn’t believe his luck. He hadn’t expected to get this far with Brooke tonight. He had just expected a dance and nothing more. He wanted Brooke to see how turned on Mark got by watching them dance together, that’s why he’d dosed him with a Viagra tablet. But he’d underestimated just how hot and bothered Brooke would be from the lack of sex and her desire to fulfill her husband’s fantasy.

“God, this is so wrong,” Brooke moaned. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Saul’s fingers left Brooke’s clit and began teasing the outside of her entrance. “Don’t worry. This is what Mark wants, he hasn’t stopped us yet, right?”

Hearing her husband’s name perked her up. She looked around, “Where, where is he?”

“Right here,” Saul snarled as he pushed two of his fat fingers into Brooke’s soaking wet pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Brooke dropped her head and braced herself as Saul began to finger fuck her. Saul was rapidly ramming his fingers in and out of Brooke’s drenched sex. He slowed down and then started scraping his fingertips slowly against her G-spot.

“Uh, uh,” Brooke moaned as Saul masterfully played her body, “Oh yeah…”

Saul couldn’t hold back anymore. Hearing her moan for him was too much. He pulled his dripping-wet fingers out of her pussy and started battling with his belt.

Brooke knew what was coming and she began to regain some semblance of control. She heard Saul’s belt buckle hit the floor and then felt the thick head of Saul’s cock begin to slide against the bottom of her ass.

“We,” Brooke panted. “We, we can’t have sex. We aren’t having sex, Saul. Mark?”

Hearing Brooke say his name was so incredibly intoxicating for him. He pushed one hand on her back to try to bend her forward. She resisted, “Uh, fuck, Mark?”

Even if Mark had given her his approval, she wasn’t sure about this. Saul pressed his cock forward. It slid between her thighs and ran against her wet pussy lips until it came out in front of her.

“Mmmmm,” Brooke moaned, biting her lip as she looked down at Saul’s cock jutting out between her legs. It actually forced her legs apart. His purple cock head was already leaking precum and the thick veiny shaft made her shiver.

“You know you want it,” Saul growled into her ear. “Take it, Brooke.”

It was now dawning on Brooke that Mark probably wasn’t anywhere nearby. She was alone in a dark secluded area with her husband’s rival who was intent on fucking her. His hard cock felt so good between her legs; this was all she had been craving for weeks now. If he kept pushing her, he probably would fuck her.

She needed to try to take back some control before things got too far out of hand. She had an idea of how to catch Saul off guard. She turned her head and looked up at Saul’s beady eyes with a lust-filled expression on her face. She didn’t understand why she suddenly felt so drawn to him at that moment. She reached behind his head and pulled him down towards her. She mashed her lips against his and began to kiss him hungrily.

Saul stood there shocked as this beautiful twenty-something woman began kissing him. It took him a moment to recover, but then he eagerly pushed his tongue into the mouth of Mark’s wife. He groaned as her tongue danced with his. He felt his cock get even more rigid between her thighs.

Brooke reached down with her other hand and began stroking Saul’s cock between her legs. She was amazed that she could easily fit her entire first between the head of his cock and her pussy with room to spare. She hadn’t expected someone like Saul to be packing so much.

Saul groaned into her mouth, He wanted nothing more than to fuck Brooke again, but her ironclad grip on his cock meant she was setting the pace now.

Brooke stroked Saul’s cock while running his veiny shaft against her pussy. It was such a tease to feel a hard cock so close but not inside of her. If Mark was watching and wanting it, I might have actually let him fuck me. No that's stupid, I wouldn’t let that happen.

“You’re..,” Saul murmured between Brooke’s lips and tongue, “You’re going to need two hands down there.”

She swirled her tongue around his, intoxicated by his scent. There was something she couldn’t quite place about it that just immediately screamed sex to her. She gave his lips one last lingering kiss before letting go of him and turning her attention fully to the cock between her legs.

Brooke dropped her other hand to play with Saul’s cock. She closed her eyes and she pulled his shaft against her pussy. Saul was continuing to slowly thrust forwards; the bulging veins of his cock brushing against her pussy was creating an amazing sensation.

Saul stopped pushing on her back and she immediately leaned back onto his chest. Her eyes were shut, her head resting on his shoulder as he kept thrusting against her pussy. Her hands were playing with his shaft and cock head.

This wasn’t exactly what Saul had in mind, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. Sliding his cock between her ass and against her wet pussy was getting his blood pumping. The way her fingers were dancing around his cock and stroking it was causing his eyes to roll back in his head.

He fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to take in as much of this as possible. He only wished that he had taken the time to set up a camera and record this, but he wasn’t about to stop things now. Brooke was here, stroking him of her own volition, without Mark around.

He looked down at the young wife leaning against him. God, her face was beautiful. Her toned neck and heaving chest was on display for him. He wrapped one arm around her and started massaging her breast and playing with her nipple.

“Mmmmmm, fuck,” a low groan escaped from Brooke’s lips. She raised one of her hands and spit in the palm, then planted it back on Saul’s cock so she could stroke it harder. Her spit mixed with the juice from her pussy to create a wet lubricant.

She continued to stroke his cock while using it to stimulate her pussy. It was on fire, she couldn’t remember the last time she had been so worked up. Saul’s other hand came to rest on the top of her sex and his fingers began pushing against her upper lips.

Finally, Saul’s fingers found what they were looking for. His fingertips found her clit again and he started drawing gentle circles on it.

“Ooh,” Brooke moaned at the extra stimulation. Saul’s hard veiny cock was thrusting against her pussy and running against the palms of her hands. His finger was stroking her clit while his other hand was mauling her chest. This was all on top of the fact that she could still hear people and the music close by. She was so exposed. The idea of getting caught and seen in such a compromising position with such a repulsive individual was causing her to feel even wetter between her legs.

She could feel an orgasm quickly building inside of her. It had been so long since she had felt one that she hadn’t given herself.

“Fuck,” Brooke breathed. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Are you close?”

Saul started to nibble on her ear, causing her to push her ass back hard against him. “Getting there. Why don’t you talk to me with that pretty mouth of yours.”

“What do you want me to say?” Brooke asked as she tightened her grip on his cock, eliciting a soft groan from the older man.

“Tell me how much you like my cock,” he growled into her ear as he bit down a little too hard on her earlobe.

“God, it’s so beautiful,” Brooke moaned loudly. If the music hadn’t been blasting she was sure everyone could hear her. “It feels so big in my hands.”

Brooke shook her head, “God, I need two hands just to handle you. It feels so strong. So good against me.”

“Bigger than Mark?” Saul grunted as he started to increase the thrusting of his cock.

Brooke hesitated and bit her lip. She didn’t want to admit the truth out loud but she knew how to turn Saul on. “Way bigger, baby.”

“Say it again,” Saul whispered huskily.

“You’re bigger than Mark,” Brooke said breathlessly, “Bigger than my husband.”

“Again,” Saul commanded. He loved hearing Mark’s wife demean her husband.

“So big,” Brooke admitted. She bit her lip as she looked down at Saul’s hefty older cock between her legs. “You’re so much fucking bigger than Mark.”

“What’s bigger?” Saul groaned against her. “What’s bigger than your husband?”

“Your Cock,” Brooke moaned, “You’re cock is bigger.”

“Tell me you love it,” Saul was picking up his pace. Hearing Brooke talk dirty to him was riling him up. These perverse taboo words escaping Mark’s wife’s lips were such a turn-on for him. “Tell me how much you want it.”

Brooke looked down at the cock jutting out between her legs, watching her juices listen against its veins as she pulled it tight against her pussy. “I fucking love it. I need it. I want it to cum for me.”

Saul dropped his hand from her tit and took a tight grip on her hip as he increased his thrusts. Brooke struggled to keep her hands on his cock, his shaft was pistoning against her pussy lips, spreading them wide. She licked her lips and laid her head back on Saul, trying to stay on two feet.

“Say my name, baby,” Saul commanded, “I want to hear you moan it for me.”

“Saul,” Brooke moaned. She could feel her orgasm getting intensely close. “Mmmmmm, fuck, Saul.”

Hearing her moan his name as she had on Halloween was too much for Saul. He started to buck his hips erratically.

“Saul,” Brooke moaned loudly. She could feel the shift in his pace. She knew he was going to cum soon. “Cum for me, Saul. Cum.”

She felt his shaft begin to move. The thought of making a cock like Saul’s cum in such a public venue, combined with the intense feeling of his veiny cock against her pussy and his finger playing with her clit became too much for Brooke. A dam broke somewhere inside of her that had been holding back an intense orgasm she had been searching for since Halloween night. It rose like a phoenix reborn and washed over her entire body. Brooke felt every hair on her body stand on end, her toes curled in his heels, her fingers clamped down around Saul’s hard cock.

She felt a tremble under her fingertips as a torrent of cum started blasting out of Saul’s cock. It shot several feet in front of them, spraying like a firehose.

Brooke gasped at the display and the amount of cum Saul produced. That amount of cum would knock any woman up.

She was paying too much attention to the stream of cum exploding out of Saul’s cock to realize that she was still stroking it. Her hands ran up towards its head and the cum shooting onto the floor was immediately cut off, instead spraying all over her wedding band-covered hand. The warmth of his seed running over her delicate, manicured hands was like a shock to the system. Another orgasm quickly rose and radiated out from her sex.

A second back-to-back orgasm so quickly after the other caused her feet to wobble. Her breath caught in her throat. She gripped Saul to steady herself as the last of Saul’s cum dribbled out of his cock onto the floor.

They stood there together, breathing hard for several seconds. Then Saul began to slowly withdraw his cock. His entire length passed against her soaking pussy lips until its cum covered head pushed past them. She quivered at the thought of another man’s cum so close to her pussy. Saul’s cock disappeared from between her ass; the familiar sense of emptiness started to creep into her heart.

This was wrong, she shouldn’t be back here with Saul. It was Mark she should have experienced that orgasm with. She was frustrated with herself for allowing this to happen but was also frustrated with Mark for pushing her toward it by not being able to get it up for her. She took a step forward away from Saul and adjusted her dress, pulling the bottom down to her thighs and the top back up to cover her breasts.

Saul smirked as he pulled up his boxers and baggy dress pants. He looked at the puddle of his cum on the floor and the state of dress that Brooke was in. He sauntered over to where she was adjusting herself and roughly grabbed a handful of her ass in a tight grip.

Brooke spun on her heel, looking enraged that Saul would dare grope her ass in public. She was ready to say something until his beefy face pushed forward and his lips smashed into hers.

His tongue immediately pushed its way past her defences into her mouth. Before her mind could comprehend what was happening, her body melted into his embrace. She opened her mouth wider to let more of his tongue in. She reciprocated with her tongue and ran it against his.

Suddenly, Saul broke their kiss and pulled away, leaving Brooke shocked and confused. Her body was disappointed that he’d disengaged but her mind was reeling from how easily her body responded to him.

She found this man repulsive but couldn’t help staring after him lustfully. What is wrong with me?

Saul looked her up and down one more time with a shit-eating grin spread across his face before disappearing behind the other side of the curtain. Brooke was left there, standing all alone, stunned, her hands covered in Saul’s cum. Her hair was a mess and no matter what she tried, she wouldn’t be able to get her dress to look the way it had before Saul had taken her onto the dance floor. Normally after she made love to Mark, they would cuddle afterwards or at least be intimate. Saul had just left her and she couldn’t help but crave some kind of resolution to what happened with him. Self-doubt began to creep back into her head.

She sighed and adjusted herself the best she could. She peaked out from behind the curtain and when she was confident no one could see her, she darted towards the bathroom to clean herself up.

After spending a few minutes putting herself together, she exited the bathroom and almost bumped into Mark who came stumbling out.

“Where’d you go?” Brooke asked. “I lost track of you when I was on the dance floor…”

Guilt began to wash over her, knowing what she had done. At first, she had thought Mark was there watching, but then she had lost control.

“I ah, had to use the bathroom,” Mark said shamefully. “Do you think you’re ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my purse.” Brooke quickly walked across the room to their table. The room was emptying, with only a handful of partygoers still on the dance floor. She grabbed her purse and made her way back to Mark, thinking over the night’s events. She’d have to come clean to Mark soon, but for now, she just wanted to get him back home to see if this had gotten him hard enough to fuck her. I hope he wasn’t jerking off in the bathroom after seeing me and Saul on the dance floor. If he got hard from it, he better fuck me.

Mark’s cock was still as hard as it had been on the dance floor. He had tucked it up in his waistband while in the bathroom. Holding Brooke’s hand as they walked out to the car, he couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. He hadn’t seen Saul while they were leaving and he had a million questions to ask her about what had happened, but all he wanted to do was fuck his wife.

As they got into the town car, Mark couldn’t stop staring at how fucking sexy his wife looked. Her hair and dress looked a little off, likely due to the dancing. He wanted to speak with her but the driver kept making small talk with him, which he politely returned.

Mark tipped the driver as he dropped them off at home. As soon as their front door closed behind them, Mark couldn’t wait anymore and immediately pounced on Brooke, pulling her upstairs to their bed.

Brooke’s hands dropped to his crotch, feeling how hard he was for her. A huge smile spread across her face. Mark was finally back. If she’d had to play into his fantasy a little bit to get her husband’s blood pumping, then so be it. She just wouldn’t let things get so out of control next time.

Brooke stripped off her dress in record time and lay down on the bed. Mark was right behind her. He whipped off his boxers and Brooke saw his hard cock between his legs. Saul’s cock flashed into her mind but she quickly dismissed it.

Wasting no time, Mark crawled up between her legs and began to line himself up with Brooke’s wet opening. He pushed inside and groaned. It felt amazing being back inside his wife. He hadn’t felt this in weeks.

He started thrusting into her. Her pussy gripped his dick so strongly like she was milking his cock for all he was worth.

A soft moan escaped Brooke’s lips, finally feeling that hard cock she had been yearning  for, for so long, penetrate her, “Mmmmmm.”

Hearing his wife moan so seductively and the feeling of her warmth surrounding his cock proved to be too stimulating for Mark. He had been backed up with cum for weeks and it was aching to be released. “Oh, fuck.”

Mark came and flooded Brooke’s pussy with his cum. He collapsed onto his wife. Exhausted and ashamed. After all this time of not being able to perform, he had cum too early. “Sorry, Brooke, you were just too fucking sexy tonight. I couldn’t hold that back.”

Brooke closed her eyes and tried to stay composed. Mark had finally gotten hard for her and then he blew his load so early. She had imagined them having sex all night and rekindling their passion for one another. It seemed like his fantasy was just too much for him. “It’s okay, honey, it happens. I’m just glad I was able to get you hard tonight.”

Mark planted a kiss on her lips and rolled onto his side of the bed. The alcohol, stress and exhaustion were finally taking their toll on him. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.” Brooke rolled onto her side and bit her lip. Her hands drifted down to her pussy and she started playing with her clit. She was ashamed to admit to herself that only one man had caused her to orgasm tonight and it hadn’t been her husband. Saul made me cum without even putting his cock in.

Broke replayed the events of the night in her head, focusing on her time behind the curtain with Saul. She focused on the feeling of his cock between her legs and she played with herself until she silently came while moaning into her pillow.

***

Saul stood in the stairwell at work. No one took the stairs anymore, everyone seemed to be in a hurry and always used the elevator. Not the Saul used the stairs. This was just the closest place he could go to light up his cigarette.

Taking the elevator down to the bottom floor and walking around the building to the smoking section was almost discriminatory.

He took a long drag from his cigarette and puffed out a long cloud of smoke. He thumbed through the work emails on his phone looking for anything interesting.

Mark hadn’t said a word to him all week. Whether it was passing in the hallway or countering him in meetings, Mark was suddenly silent. It appeared that the events of the Christmas party really had shaken him.

He just wondered whether Brooke had told her husband about what transpired behind the curtains. Saul smiled at the thought that she might have kept that to herself, though it would explain why Mark couldn’t meet his eye this week.

Saul had been wracking his brain ever since the night of the Christmas party to figure out a way to get into Brooke’s pants. Nothing great had come to him so far, maybe he should just show up to their house when Mark was at work and see how she’d react.

A new email notification popped up on his phone. Saul opened it and read through its contents and smiled. This was what he had been waiting for.

With Mark vacating the lead role on the project and recommending him for it, he’d made a play for extra responsibilities. Things just happened to work out that another IT department head recently left the company and they were having trouble filling his role. This email was notifying everyone that the department in question would now report to Saul.

This department had a lot of responsibilities and kept the place running. One of their duties was overseeing all company hardware: laptops, cellphones, printers, all of it.

Saul put out the butt of his cigarette on the railing and decided to go speak to his new subordinates. He needed them to give him admin access to oversee all the company’s communications.

An idea began to form in his head about how he would conquer Brooke again.