Derek felt a little guilty for leaving Anton and Val without saying goodbye. He imagined they wouldn’t notice for a while since they were going at it pretty hot and heavy, making him feel invisible.

He wouldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy himself or deny that checking hot threesome off his sexual bucket list hadn’t been a thrill. He also knew that he’d do it again if Val invited him. But on the drive home, he couldn’t help but feel something was… missing.

When he got home, he showered, threw on a pair of boxers, and climbed into bed. That’s when it clicked. Fun with Val and Anton would always be sexually gratifying. And he’d happily do so again and again. But what he longed for was the intimacy of a real relationship. Exhilarating sex followed by an afterglow, then capped off with spooning or snuggling until drifting off to sleep had never seemed so important before. But now, the lack of the after part was glaring.

Chiding himself for overthinking things, he turned off the light and hoped things would look brighter in the morning.

Hours later, he woke to a text from Val.

Hey, why did you leave? I was hoping you’d spend the night. I wanted to wake up and have morning sex with you. It’s my favorite.

He paused momentarily before replying.

Good to know. It’s my favorite, too. I had fun last night. But the bed seemed a little crowded.

Derek pressed send and regretted it. Hoping she didn’t see him as a whiney bitch, he added,

Maybe next time.

She didn’t respond. It was crickets for the remainder of the weekend. No texts or calls from Val or Anton. He probably spoiled things by making a quick exit and then being all boo-boo-faced. But whatever; he couldn’t worry about it.

On Monday morning, there was a note on his desk from Val.

Derek,

I want you to know that I felt a connection with you the first time our eyes met. I felt giddy and knew that I wanted, no, needed to touch you. I know that my being married sort of took the wind out of your sails. But at least we don’t have to sneak around to enjoy each other. We can make it happen if you need some one-on-one time here and there. But I want you. And I’ll take you however I can get you.

Val

Derek reread the letter. It was nice to know that the vibe between them wasn’t one-sided. But it only made him feel more conflicted. Could he keep having no-strings-attached sex with a woman he wanted to have and to hold? Fuck!

He turned his computer on, checked his schedule for the day, and reviewed the plethora of emails in his inbox. Then he got busy prioritizing the help tickets for the IT techs for the day.

After a while, he looked up and saw Val standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” he answered.

“I need to see you in my office when you get a chance.”

“I’m free now; is this a good time?”

She grinned. “Perfect.”

Derek followed her into her office.

“Close the door and lock it,” she instructed him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, complying. He felt his cock twitch and hoped to God this was going to be a booty call and not a reprimand of some sort.

The second the lock clicked, he got his answer. Val was all over him, kissing and nibbling at his neck while her hands dipped inside his pants, finding his semi-erect cock.

She looked at him with those emerald eyes gleaming with mischief and said, “I know how to make you hard as a rock. Sit in that chair and take your dick out for me. I’m gonna suck it till it’s good and hard. Then I’m gonna straddle you in that seat and fuck myself with your stiff shaft. Unless, of course, you’d rather rush off.”

He did what any intelligent man would; he sat and unzipped his pants.

Within seconds, he was enjoying the wet heat of Val’s exquisite mouth and talented tongue. She licked and sucked while her pretty fingers deftly played with his balls. It was heavenly!

True to her word, when he was so hard that he thought his dick may break, she stood up and climbed on his lap. Lifting her skirt to reveal no panties to sop up her dripping pussy, she lowered herself onto him and moaned.

“Oh, fuck, you feel good inside me,” she purred. “You make me so hot, Derek. I couldn’t stop thinking about your amazing cock all weekend.”

He made some unintelligible noise and began furiously unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled one of her breasts out and helped himself to her pert nipple. He sucked and nibbled and was rewarded with the contractions of Val’s first orgasm. He was delighted when repeating the process with her other nipple produced similar results.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, Val. I love how sensitive your nipples are, how they are like direct currents to your pussy. I could nibble on them all day and make you cum over and over until you can’t see straight.”

“God, I wish we could blow off work, keep the door locked, and just fuck and suck all damn day,” she sighed. “You make me feel things I don’t understand. It’s scary and exciting, and I don’t want it ever to end. Fuck me, Derek! Fuck me hard!”

“Get off my lap and bend over your desk, you hot little slut! You’re like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

Bent over her desk with her ass in the air, Derek grabbed hold of her hips and plunged his cock into her sopping wet hole. His first few strokes were long and deliberate, until she begged to be fucked hard and deep. Giving her what she so desperately needed, he pounded into her pussy like a jackhammer and felt her orgasm squeeze his cock until he let loose, emptying himself deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck that was good! I hate to make you rush off, but I’ve got to get myself together for a meeting. So, zip it up and make your exit, please. I promise we will do this again when I have more time.”

Derek did as he was told, trying not to feel disappointed that he was being hurriedly dismissed. But this had been a lovely surprise to his morning, and he wouldn’t spoil it by acting like a wounded puppy.

The moment he left Val’s office, leaving it unlocked as she’d requested, he realized he’d take whatever scraps she offered. He was addicted to Valencia Welton.

As he rounded the corner, he caught a glimpse of Anton entering Val’s office. Ah, so she needed me gone so he could reclaim her, he mused.

That was precisely Anton’s intention. However, he was surprised to find her so demanding when he locked the door.

“Hurry up before it leaks out of me,” she hissed.

“Derek’s fresh load?” he mused.

“Yes.”

“God, you make me so hot, Valencia!” Anton exclaimed as he unzipped his fly and let his already erect shaft spring free. Then he entered his wife’s dirty pussy and moaned.

While Anton reclaimed his wife, he envisioned Derek thrusting into her and depositing his seed. He tried to restrain himself, starting slowly with deliberate strokes. But the feeling of another man’s cum lubricating his cock was one of the most erotic feelings he’d ever known. His need became feral, and his sexy vixen wife seemed not to mind when he began pumping into her like a man possessed.

“God, yes, Anton! Fuck me hard!” she cried.

Her equally fervent need was music to his ears, causing him to fuck her like a ragdoll while she begged for more.

Anton pulled out, wiped his cock on Val’s leg, tucked himself back in his pants. “You make me so happy, Valencia; you could ask me for anything, and I’d say yes.”

“Anything?” she asked coyly.

Anton stopped and smiled. “Yes, my love, whatever makes you happy. I’d stay here for another round but must finish some reports before heading to the airport. Be a naughty girl for me while I’m gone. I love you.”

“I love you too, Anton.”

That afternoon, after back-to-back animalistic poundings, Val was well-sated, though exhausted and sore. She tried to concentrate on work, but she kept seeing the disappointment in Derek’s eyes when she threw him out of her office so quickly earlier so she could accommodate her husband’s desire to fuck her full of fresh cum. Everyone had fun, so why should it matter that Derek’s face looked crestfallen when he was asked to leave only seconds after cumming inside her? She shouldn’t care… but she did.

Meanwhile, Derek was deeply ingrained in his work in an effort to shake off the feeling of being used by his bosses. Val mentioned feelings that she didn’t understand out of one side of her mouth, but from the other, she’d used his cock and tossed him aside in favor of her husband. Why wouldn’t she? He chided himself. They were married, for fuck’s sake. He shook his head; he was having the best sex of his life—hot, hard, and wild—while Val and Anton used him for their kinky sex games. He shouldn’t care… but he did.

At the end of the workday, Derek looked up to find Val in front of his desk.

“Everything okay?” he asked, wondering why she was standing there.

“Um, Anton has to travel for business. I just wondered…”

Derek studied her face, waiting for her to say more. She looked vulnerable, something he’d not witnessed thus far.

Val bit her bottom lip. “I don’t like to sleep alone.”

Derek inhaled sharply. “If you’re going to use me for a fuck buddy and to keep you company when you’re lonely, at least do me the courtesy of asking me properly instead of expecting me to read your mind and jump in with a solution. You’re not a damsel in distress, Valencia. You’re a Goddamn Director of Operations and a redheaded vixen. You know what you want; use your words.”

He hadn’t intended to be so harsh. God knew he wouldn’t mind some time with her that wasn’t wham bam, thank you, ma’am. But, Christ, he’d be damned if he’d beg with his tail between his legs.

“Never mind,” she responded crossly and turned to leave.

“If you change your mind, just ask me, Val. Ask me like you really mean it, like I matter to you.”

When Val walked out of his office, Derek swore under his breath. He could have been holding her and making love to her tonight, but he’d let his pride get in the way. Instead, he went home and masturbated to alternating thoughts of making sweet love to Val and punish-fucking her.

The next day, Derek found a note on his desk.

Derek,

Last night, all I could think about was how stupid it was that I’d let my pride get in the way of being in your arms. You’ve completely thrown me off my game. I’ve enjoyed my role as Vixen many times with many exciting Bulls, and it was always highly sexually gratifying. I have no idea why it feels different with you, but it does, and I don’t know what to do with these feelings I have for you.

Anton will be gone for the rest of the week. If there is a night that you are available and would be amenable to keeping me company, I’d be grateful. Let me know.

Thanks,

Val

He read the letter over again, then tucked it in his pocket. A night that he was available? How about every fucking night? He sat in his chair, contemplating what to do. He’d asked Val to use her words, and she’d done so. The ball was in his court.

Moments later, he knocked on her door but found it open. “May I come in?” he asked when she looked up.

“Yes. Please close the door.”

“I’m not here to fuck you, Val.”

“Shut the door anyway and have a seat. Her demeanor was chilly, her heart guarded. “What can I do for you, Derek?”

“I got your note,” he started awkwardly. “I’m, ah, I’m available tonight if you need me.”

With her chin lifted, she replied, “That’s fine. You know the address. Come over when it’s convenient for you.”

“Valencia, there’s no shame in asking for what you want or admitting you don’t want to be lonely,” he said softly.

“I think my note made that clear,” she said stiffly.

Derek shook his head. She was an enigma for sure. “I’ll be over around 6:00. I’ll bring Chinese takeout for dinner. I’ll send you the menu so you can pick out what you want.”

“Thanks, no need. Just get me Sesame Chicken with white rice—or Orange Chicken if they don’t have Sesame.”

“Spring rolls or egg rolls?”

“Egg rolls—and egg drop soup, please.”

“You got it. See you later, Val.”

Derek placed the food order on his way home from work, grabbed a few things at his place, and picked up the dinner on the way to Val’s.

An initial uncomfortable silence gave way to conversation and laughter. Derek was glad that he’d come, but he kept in mind that this was not a happily-ever-after. Still, it didn’t hurt to enjoy this time with her and help her stave off some loneliness.

Derek grabbed his fortune cookie and cracked it open, grinning. “My friends and I used to add ‘in bed’ to the end of whatever the fortune on the paper said.”

“That’s such a guy thing. What does yours say?”

He read the words on the tiny slip of paper. “Everything you want is in front of you… in bed.”

Val laughed heartily, stirring his loins. “Let me read mine,” she said as she broke open the cookie. “It is sometimes possible to have your cake and eat it too… in bed.”

Their eyes locked briefly, but she stood before he could kiss her. “Let’s put away the leftovers before they spoil.”

After helping clean up the food cartons, he sat on the couch and patted the spot beside him. Val smiled and joined him.

“What shall we do now?” she asked. “We could watch TV or play cards or…”

Derek interrupted her suggestions with a kiss. It was soft and sensual, causing Val to melt into his arms. She allowed his hands to roam provocatively over her hips, sliding up her torso until they found her breasts. She unhooked the bra for him, giving him free access to her luscious, full tits. His mouth moved from hers to capture a nipple, making her moan. He smiled inwardly. There was no need to rush this time; they could enjoy each other slowly and seductively. He alternated nibbling and flicking the sensitive nipple until Val’s body arched and her first orgasm of the night left her breathless.

Gathering her up, he carried her to the bedroom and undressed her. Then he removed his clothes and joined her on the bed.

“Tonight, we do things my way,” he said as his fingers traced tiny, erotic circles on her mound. “I know you can’t be mine; we can’t get married, have kids, or live happily ever after together. But we can take our time and enjoy each other like lovers.”

Val nodded and sighed. This was what was different. Other Bulls had been satisfied to hammer into her cunt and shove a cock in her throat during some of the hottest sex she’d ever had. But Derek wanted more, and it made her want more, too.

Soft, wet kisses on her inner thighs, playful love bites, and magical fingers all helped draw out the foreplay as if they were savoring a glass of fine wine, aged to perfection. It was deliciously arousing and had them both desperately needy.

When his tongue finally connected with her labia, it sent shivers up her spine. He lapped at her swollen clit and set off a series of orgasmic waves. The insertion of two fingers kept the waves rolling and her hips moving rhythmically. Each time she reached a peak, her back arched, and she cried out, “I need you inside me! Please, Derek! Don’t make me wait any longer.”

His own need had become so great that he gave in, sliding his stiff shaft into her inch by inch. Once he was buried to the hilt, he began to move unhurriedly in and out of her.

“Oh, my God, Derek! Your cock feels so good inside me. Please fuck me!”

“I am fucking you, Val. But I’m gonna take my sweet time. I’ve dreamed of making love to you like this, but it’s even better than I imagined.”

As if moving in slow motion, they continued their erotic dance. His hands touched her everywhere, sliding over her soft skin, enhancing her arousal. Her hands reciprocated, making him feel desired the way he longed to be. It was as if their movements came straight from a page in a romance novel, and it was incredible.

Eventually, Derek could hold off no longer, increasing his pace, and Val encouraged him to ravish her. He pumped into her and pushed her, panting and writhing, to the apex and then came hard with her while the contractions of her climax milked him dry.

“Oh… my… Goddd!”

They collapsed on the bed together as their hearts pounded wildly. Derek put his arm around her and pulled her into him just as he’d wanted to several times before. It felt marvelous to hold her like this and not be chased away by a husband eager to reclaim her. If only for tonight, he could pretend that Valencia belonged to him.

When Val caught her breath and could speak, she snuggled closer to Derek. “I want this.”

“You’ve got this.”

“No, I want this with you. I have no intention of leaving Anton. But when he travels, I want you here with me, in my bed. Making love like this sometimes, and other times fucking like animals. I can’t give you what you want, Derek. I can’t be yours alone. But Anton and I have discussed this, and he gave me his blessing to ask you to be exclusive to us. To me.”

Derek’s brow furrowed. “What are you asking, Val? Are you saying you want me to be your boyfriend who can spend the night when your husband is away?”

“Yes. We can still have our hot wife sessions when Anton is in town. He’ll want that in return for allowing me to take you on as my lover. Are you willing to be our Bull and be my lover?”

“You’ll no doubt fill him in on what we do together, and he will reclaim you when he comes home, right?”

Val bit her bottom lip. “Yes.”

“When you say exclusive, does that mean I can’t date anyone?”

“Do you want to date anyone?” she asked, her emerald eyes staring holes in his soul.

Derek thought for a moment. There wasn’t anyone else he was remotely interested in at the moment. But what if there was? And yet…

“You don’t have to give me an answer tonight, but…”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” she asked in a hopeful voice.

“Yes. I can’t promise I will never want more from a relationship. But at this moment, all I want is to be like this with you.”

“Really?”

“Really, Val. How often does Anton travel?”

“Now that he’s establishing a routine in his new position, he’s likely to travel every other week.”

“And I can be here with you when he’s away?”

“Yes. You can stay here, fuck me, make love to me, sleep with me, whatever you want; I’ll be yours every other week.”

He considered the options. “And you’re sure he’s cool with this?”

Val grabbed her phone from the nightstand and showed Derek the text from her husband.

Whatever makes you happy, Valencia. As long as you never forget that you’re my wife.

Derek heaved a heavy sigh. What kind of idiot lets his wife have a boyfriend? The same guy who promoted him to head of IT, that’s who. He shrugged and said, “Life is better with you than without you, Val. I can’t promise it will satisfy my need for you to be mine forever, but I’ll try it your way for as long as I can.”

Val squealed with delight and sent Anton a text.

He said yes!

Glad to hear it, my darling. You can tell me all about it when I get home.

Derek held Val in his arms, enjoying the mass of red hair on his chest as she cuddled with him. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it sure beat jacking off to porn. So, he’d be Valencia’s part-time boyfriend and participate in threesomes or be their Bull or whatever. At least, sometimes, he would get to hold her like this. For now, it seemed like a pretty damned good deal.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked as she sighed.

“Nothing. I’m just happy to be here with you like this,” she said. And secretly wondering if Derek looked enough like Anton to pull off letting him get her pregnant…