5 Days a Week: Tuesday (contemporary office romance) by V T Turner Page A

another good day. He was fully sexed-out. His wife had been restless all night, he remembered waking a few times, remembered having sex with her on at least one occasion. It felt like a dream, almost unreal, but he knew that if it was a dream, it wouldn’t have been his wife he was fucking. She was standard, easy, obtainable and boring. She was still fuckable of course, something that didn’t escape his attention in the shower when he stood under the hot jets of water, getting excited as he thought abut her tits.
     
    She seemed a little off when he fucked her after the shower, but she came quickly and was very wet and ready for him, which was ideal, as he hadn’t been in the mood for foreplay. She had been the same the night before. She had probably been thinking about him, wanting him, just as he had thought about her on his way home in the car.
     
    He drove himself to the office. He had a driver, someone he paid to do the job for him, but he liked to do it himself. He felt it gave him more freedom and he knew it gave him more control. He liked to be in control.
     
    He winked at Simone as he entered the building. “Morning sexy.”
     
    She wasn’t as happy as the previous day; wasn’t as annoyed as she had been after he slept with her and spread his fluid on her tits and her blouse. She had a wry smile on her face, a curious glimmer in her eyes. He advanced to the desk, mistook her expression for horniness.
     
    “Fancy…” he tilted his head towards the toilets opposite the desk. “You know…” he finished with a wink.
     
    She stared at him for a moment, her wry expression changed to a look of contempt and distaste. She seemed to be weighing him up. Eventually she slowly shook her head.
     
    He was disappointed. He’d had sex a few times already in the last twelve hours, but the pills that Doctor Phillips had given him spiked his sexual appetite to teenage levels. “Are you sure?” he pushed. He had already banked on her saying yes, had already started to get into the mood.
     
    “Positive,” she affirmed.
     
    “Oh,” he groaned, sagged a little. “It won’t take long--”
     
    “No,” she hissed, the glimmer now gone from her eyes. Replaced entirely by contempt.
     
    “Fine,” he snapped in the tone of a child who hadn’t gotten his way. He knew he would have to satisfy himself but he didn’t mind, masturbation was still exciting and enjoyable and he had a large collection of porn on his laptop which would make it even more enjoyable.
     
    He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, pulled it out to see he had a message from Sissy, his young and horny assistant; someone who would give him what he wanted. She was better than porn.
     
    “I actually need to have a word with you,” Simone said as Ian studied his phone.
     
    He looked at her, sneering out of the corner of his eyes. He had no interest in her or what she wanted, not now that he knew it had nothing to do with sex. He opened the message and felt his heart sink when he read it. He cursed under his breath and began to quickly move away.
     
    “A word?” Simone called after him. “It’s important!”
     
    “Not now!” Ian shouted back, already on the stairs, the door slamming shut behind him.
     
     
    Sissy
     
    Sissy had struggled to sleep all night, her mind whirring with thoughts of Ian, Amber and Shelly. She conspired and worried; plotted and pondered. Then she began to worry about the baby. She loved Ian and she knew he felt the same way, but she didn’t think he wanted a kid. He was old, probably beyond the years of procreation and he hadn’t had one yet, so what were the odds he would want one with her? She settled on the hope that he would want one with her because he loved her; that he had never loved, or even liked, his wife and that was why he had never had a baby with her.
     
    She finally drifted off in the early hours of the morning, her sleep plagued with horrible dreams. She dreamt that she had lost Ian, that he