Having had a petty fight with her husband the night before, she was still on edge. Not that the caffeine would helped her settle down but at least it would help her power through her morning until she could get to her afternoon workout, and really release some steam.
Gia was 5’6, and lean but curvy. She had large breasts and small waist all in proportion with her curvy hips and a nice small but round ass. She had thrown on a shirt and trainers and a pair of flip-flops. Her long hair was a cherry chocolate-brown and pulled back into a messy ponytail and offset her clear caramel colored skin nicely. Her large bright hazel eyes and thick lashes were covered by stylish red rimmed glasses. She defiantly had the sexy librarian thing going on.
Gia had just celebrated her 25th birthday the previous December, though she barely looked like she was out of high school.
She was looking forward to her 4 year wedding anniversary in a few months.
If we make it. She said to herself though she knew she was over reacting. It was a silly little argument about toothpaste.
She knew her husband Reece Barlow was just over worked and tired and was acting out like a child. So she’d let it be.
She smiled thinking of him. She loved that man so much. It had been love at first sight and they were inseparable from the day they met. Their courtship, if you could call it that, was a whirlwind. And much to the surprise of their close family and friends they ended up getting married within 6 months of meeting and had been very passionately happy ever since.
Suddenly a loud voice broke her train of thought.
“Yeah, Reece said she has such a tight ass. He’s got a thing for fat ass black girls.”
“Who doesn’t.”
Gia’s eyes widened. A couple of men behind her we talking.
Reece. That was her husband’s name. But relaxed the tension that built at the sound of his name as she was sure he wasn’t the only Reece in the city.
“You know he’s always following her around. I think they’re fucking.” The man talking smirked as he spoke loudly to make sure Gia heard him.
“How do you know?”
“They’re always disappearing together. You see how she's always in his office. Wearing those tight clothes and bending over showing her tits or wiggling her ass.”
Gia was glued to the spot, straining to hear but wishing she couldn’t.
No, they couldn’t be talking about her Reece. Not her Reece.
“He told me the other day he fucks his wife from behind and thinks about fucking Tasha.”
“That’s some shit dude.”
Gia felt that she would faint, as a knot filled her stomach. Her thoughts swirled, her pulse pounding in her ears. She tried to take a breath to calm herself. But she couldn’t breathe.
It could be a coincidence that the man they were talking about was named Reece but Reece did have a co-worker named Tasha. He had mentioned her. Gia had seen her in fact, when she went to his office. And she always seemed to be in Reece’s office, at least every time Gia visited.
She was a beautiful woman too, like a video vixen. Tall, long legs, dangerously curvy, with deep brown skin and long wavy jet black hair, that hung over one eye. She had dark brown almond-shaped eyes with eyelashes like fans. She had great fashion sense as well.
And she did seem very familiar with him. But that’s to be expected, Gia thought they, work together.
But lately Reece had taken to fucking her doggy style more often than not. Then rolling over and going to sleep almost immediately.
Gia felt sick. She covered her mouth as her empty stomach lurched, tears filling her eyes and she stepped back panicked, stumbling.
“Hey, are you ok?” the man said as Gia toppled back into him.
Gia turned looking into the face of Jordan Wells. Jordan worked with her husband, too.
She gasped.
“Oh, Gia?” Jordan looked around at the man next to him, his eyes wide in mock surprise. “Did you hear-? Ah, ah I'm sorry. I mean, don’t listen to me, you know how guys talk.”
Gia, tears streaming now, pulled away and ran from the shop.
“Holy shit!” Dean the man Jordan had been talking to said looking after the crying woman. “Was that Barlow’s wife?”
Jordan smirked.
“Are you serious? I thought we were just fucking around saying that shit? What if she thinks-” Dean said.
“Just leave it Deano. And if I hear you told Barlow anything, I’ll kick your fucking ass.”
“I don’t want any part of this,” Dean said moving ahead in line.
Jordan Wells normally got what he wanted. Normally.
It was easy for him too; he was handsome, 6'4", with a lanky lean body but like a cut swimmer. He still looked and acted like he was an over privileged frat boy, but he had a great job that he was very good at.
His position as an associate at his current firm afforded him several perks, one of which was he didn’t have to punch a clock.
The other, an upcoming mandatory weekend retreat for him and his team, which included one Reece Barlow, in two months. Jordan was looking very forward to that. All expenses paid to one of the top resorts in the state. What wasn’t to like, who cared if it was mandatory.
He also was able to bring a guest. He had his eye on several hot prospects as his plus one. Not the one he wanted but the morning was looking up now. Things couldn’t have gone better.
Who he wanted to take on the trip was the now crying Gia Barlow.
Jordan had been trying to get into Gia’s pants for some time now. He had flirted and charmed her every chance he saw her but had made absolutely no head way.
There was just something about her, though she wasn’t his normal ‘type’. Sure, she was hot, nice tits, great body. But there was something about her. He liked her. He wanted her, and it didn’t hurt that she was Reece’s wife because he hated that prick’s ass.
He wouldn’t have had to resort to such tactics as gossip but the girl was devoted to her husband. Was devoted.
Jordan smiled again.
He knew Reece from school and they had been competing with each other at their workplace since they both started together.
He also knew Reece loved women. In school and college, they were the top dogs as far as fucking bitches went. Each of them seemed to have an unending supply of pussy, so when Reece met Gia and actually married her. And stayed married these last 3 years Jordan knew there was something special about the girl. And he wanted a piece of her.
Reece seemed devoted to her for the most part as well. Reece hadn’t done or said anything that Jordan had mentioned in his conversation to Dean, not that he knew of anyway. It was all just staged to get the reaction he got.
Gia upset, and once she’d calm down she’d lay into Reece and if he wasn’t doing anything, they’d make up. But she’d be wary. The seed was planted.
Who wants to stay married to a cheater, at the very least who wants to stay faithful to a cheater.
Jordan smirked again, quite pleased with himself.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Reece Barlow was a very unhappy man, if for no other reason than he really wanted to fuck. He was getting to the point that he didn’t care what he fucked.
The 27 year old had a beautiful sexy wife whose recent pleasure was denying him his.
Reece made it a point to keep in shape, so that couldn’t be it. At over 6’2 with a great slender build. He had short wavy tousled hair that was such a deep shade of brown it almost looked black. He had nice thick eyebrows and his bright green eyes were angular and intensely seductive and surrounded by thick lashes. But in all that, he had a very boyish charm about him.
“Why don’t you fuck her already?”
“Huh? What?” Reece said looking up.
“Fuck her.” Salvo, who was sitting on the edge of his desk said.
“Who?”
“The girl you’ve been staring at the last hour, Tasha?”
“I'm not staring,” Reece contended as his face turned bright red.
“You’ve been drooling for the last 10 minutes.”
Reece looked down at his papers and sure enough, there was a puddle of saliva. He quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped it up.
“Just fuck her so we can get some work done,” Salvo huffed. He was a shorter man, still slender. His short cut light brown hair spiked in the front to give his otherwise chipmunk face some edge.
“I'm married, asshole.”
“Since when has that stopped anyone?”
“I love my wife.”
“And when has that stopped anyone. Men have needs," Salvo said crossing his arms.
"You we spoiled anyway. You and G weren’t supposed to be having as much sex as you were having once you got married. And now the wells run dry. How long has it been since G cut you off?“
“Two fucking months,” Reece sighed bitterly.
His home life was tolerable at best. A cold war of sorts.
Reece thought back to the day when it started, they had had a fight the night before. He was just so tired and had snapped at her for something, he didn't even remember what. The next day when he got home, she had locked herself in the bathroom and all he could do was listen to her cry and say how much she hated him.
He had tried his best to make whatever it was up to her but she never told him what it was and never let him touch her since then.
It had to be one of those women things that he was supposed to know what he had done wrong, but for the life of him, he hadn’t figured it out.
He was getting backed up too. He couldn’t think straight now he wanted to fuck so badly. He hadn’t had blue balls since he was a teenager and now they had returned with a vengeance.
“If your wife won’t fuck you, Tasha will.”
“I want to fuck my wife,” Reece insisted.
“I bet you weren’t just thinking about G, were you?”
“Ah.”
“Hmph. Do you think I'm recording you? Do you think I'm gonna judge you or say bad boy? No. But to sit here and lie to me with your dick straining in your pants is just insulting.”
Reece looked down and slid under his desk his face was burning red.
“She wants you anyway man, it’s a sure thing.”
"Really."
"Yeah, I'm kinda pissed at you for it. She's always asking questions about you. Always smiling at you, holding that eye contact a bit too long. Right?"
Reece nodded with a shy smile.
"She's always brushing against you or finding some way to touch you. ‘Oh Reece you're so funny'." Salvo said the last sentence in a mock high voice.
Reece chuckled and looked back out the glass windows of his office. Tasha was in hers, pacing as she talked on her cell. Occasionally she looked over and smiled at Reece or waved, and his pulse started pounding.
He had to admit from day one when she came to work at the firm a year and half ago, he had been very attracted to her, and that had only increased over the last few months. The whole straight male population of the staff was attracted to her. But she still did seem to pay him special attention.
Which made him the envy of the office; a beautiful wife and a beautiful coworker both vying for his attention.
He still had it, even if Gia didn’t want it. But why didn't she want it?
Reece’s expression sunk. Gia was so angry with him. She barely spoke to him anymore. She slept in the guest room in their apartment and she wouldn’t tell him why she was angry.
“Knock, knock.”
Reece looked up from his thoughts to see Tasha standing in his doorway, her hip cocked to the side as she held the doorknob. Her makeup was impeccable, the smoky eyes he loved. Her high cheek bones had just the right amount of rouge and her full lips glistened with gloss.
She always dressed like a model. Her tight pink ruffled blouse was opened just enough do see her cleavage peeking through, and the tight gray pencil skirt fit her curves perfectly. Her day’s outfit was topped off by sexy black platform pumps.
He was about to stand up and greet her when he remembered his cock was still stiff from thinking about her.
“Ah, Tasha, what's up?” Reece said squirming in his seat.
“Your cock,” Salvo whispered and was immediately punched in the leg by Reece.
“That’s was I came to ask you. You look upset.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Reece said swallowing hard drinking in the sight of her.
'Please don’t walk around my desk. Please don’t walk around my desk!' he said to himself.
“You sure?” Tasha said walking around his desk.
“Positive,” he said looking at Salvo with a pleading look.
“You know you can tell me anything. We’re friends, right?” Tasha sat on the side of Reece’s desk right next to him.
He could smell her perfume, like musky jasmine. His head started swimming. He looked straight ahead at his desk as not to stare at her thick inviting thighs that flared to wide sexy hips only to collapse into her insanely small waist and back out to her large jutting breasts.
No, to be safe Reece stared at his desk.
“What's going on?’ she continued.
“Well, I know we’re not gonna get any work done here,” Salvo said throwing up his arms in frustration.
Don’t leave Salvo, you shit, don’t leave.
“I'm leaving to get some coffee.”
Fuck!
“What's going on, Reece?” Tasha said again sweetly.
She could see he was tense. And he wasn’t looking at her. That was a good sign. Word had gotten around the office that Reece was having problems with his wife.
Tasha couldn’t have been happier to hear it. Reece had been on her 'to-fuck-list' since she stepped in the door of this place. A lesser man would have succumbed to her flirtation or at least gotten the hint that she was willing and able, within a few weeks. But Reece had been a steadfast which made him all the more desirable.
He was sitting as still as a statue staring down at his desk like an idiot. Tasha chuckled to herself, looking down into his lap seeing his tented pants. His cock straining against the fabric twitching every time she spoke.
She wanted a good look at that piece of meat. Her nipples hardened, as she looked him over. She wiggled her bottom on his desk as her pussy warmed.
She giggled to herself as he took a sharp breathe.
His broad shoulders, lean muscled arms looked inviting. She always saw him in a suit. Too many times to count, she had undressed him in her mind. She was past that now, only wanting the real thing. The weekend resort trip afforded her the chance; the only thing she had to look out for was his wife.
The little woman had the smart/sexy thing going on, but Tasha was sure Reece was ready for a bombshell now.
She touched his arm and watched him swallow hard.
Yep, he was gonna break soon.
“Just hang in there another day, then tomorrow we’re all off to that Maysia Luxury Spa resort for a weekend of relaxation and pampering.”
She stepped behind his chair and put her hands on his shoulders.
He let out deep sigh, and then she felt him stiffen under her touch.
“Ooh, you’re tense. You really need this vacation.” She began to slowly massage his shoulders, taking in the feel of his muscled shoulders.
Reece was fighting a losing battle. He closed his eyes to her firm seductive touch. All he could see in his mind was bending her over his desk and fucking her frantically. Pounding himself into her tight hot pussy and filling her with his thick white cum until it dribbled down her silky deep brown thighs.