Breakfast in Bed

She had not cheated on him. She couldn’t have. John told himself that all night. Hoping it was true. Wishing it was true. It had to be true. They loved each other. In the morning, while she still slept, John found himself sitting at his home office chair in contemplation. No, he told himself again, she had not cheated on him.

He prepared a hangover remedy for her, surely she would need it and some breakfast once he’d finished eating himself. He needed to learn what had happened to her last night, but not through secret texting or spying on her. No, he had to do the right thing and get the answer right from her. He knew she loved him. He knew she wouldn’t lie.

“Hey, baby,” said John as he placed the breakfast by the cupboard. He hadn’t bothered to change her out of the tube top or the skirt. She looked like a mess, but at least she’d know he didn’t take advantage of her.

“Hey, honey,” she groaned as she woke up. He stroked her beautiful blonde hair then. God, he was so in love with her.

“Wild night?” he asked.

“You have no idea,” she said and he ed her the remedy. She chugged it down right away, as if the effects would be immediate. “My head is fucking throbbing.” She took a moment to look at herself. “I’ve got to get out of these fucking clothes." She quickly slid out of the skirt and the tube top, throwing them down by her heels. She looked fucking incredible eating breakfast in nothing but her thong. At that moment, John bet she didn’t even care that she’d have to clean up the bed.

“So, what did you want to talk about last night?” asked John. He had to play this just right. Make it seem like it was her idea.

“What?” she asked with a mouth stuffed with bread.

“Last night, after well… you know,” he nodded, giving her a sly smile.

“What?” she asked again, laughing.

“What’s the last thing you ?”

“I I jumped on you,” she said as she scarfed down the orange juice. “And then I blanked out.”

“Well, you did some things between then,” said John. If she didn’t sucking him off, then his gamble would probably work out.

“Like?”

“Well, you and I…,” he smiled, hinting at her blowjob and her eyes widened.

“We fucked?” she asked. “In that skirt?”

“We didn’t get that far,” said John. “But it was fucking amazing. One of the best blowjobs you’ve given.”

“Then what?” she asked quietly. God, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her tits.

“You got a few texts before we could do anything else,” he said. “Then you said you had to talk to me about Eric and you fell on the bed. I tried to wake you up but you wouldn’t stir.”

“Oh, that,” she said. John wasn’t sure at that moment, did she just let out a sigh of relief? “Yeah, I ran into your boss yesterday when I was with Kate. He’s throwing a birthday party for his nieces since he couldn’t last month for some reason.”

“He was helping out a womens’ NGO he started in Mozambique,” said John and he could have sworn he saw Mandy’s eyes twinkle.

“Yeah, so Kate and I helped him buy gifts for the girls,” she said. “In return he bought this outfit for me and one for Kate.”

“Is that it?” asked John.

“No, he also gave me a job offer,” said Mandy.

“At my office?” asked John.

“Yeah, where else? Mozambique?” she laughed and he did too.

He didn’t want his fiancee working at his office. Mostly because he knew Eric. If she worked there, he was going to prey on her. He didn’t doubt that she could hold off his advances. But he didn’t want Eric to make their lives ridiculous or some kind of perverted game of cat and mouse.

“You sure you want to work with me?” asked John.

“Why wouldn’t I want to see more of your face?”

“But what’s the job?” asked John.

“There’s some management position opening up,” she said.

“Is that the one I applied to?” he asked. He’d told her about this last week. He was a shoe-in for the position, Eric had told him as much. It meant a giant pay raise and a lot more leeway.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, I completely forgot. I should’ve realized what he was offering. I’ll tell him no, you’ve been after that position for months.”

“No!” said John, and he wasn’t sure why. “I make a lot of money anyways. Ever since you got laid off... I know you’ve missed working. Besides, I’m sure another… management level position will open. It might be fun, having a girl who makes more money than me.”

“Oh, baby,” smiled Mandy and she pulled him in for a kiss, pressing her tits against his shirt. She kissed his neck and moved over to his ear. “You want to know what I want, right now?” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah,” hummed John and he ripped off his shirt, letting Mandy paw at his body, giving him kisses up and down his chest. She pulled down his pants and pulled out his erect member.

The blowjob wasn’t as good as last night, but then again, John had rarely ever gotten treatment that was. Either way, he didn’t want to waste all of his time getting blowed this time either. As soon as he felt like he was going to explode in her mouth, he threw her down the bed.

She gripped his ass, putting her fingers close to his asshole as he pounded her. He didn’t even bother taking off her panties, he just pushed them to the side as he impaled her. She moaned so deliciously that he couldn’t help but keep kissing her and lick her tits. God, they were so sticky because of all the sweat that she had slept in.

If John had one great thing about his sexual performance, it was his stamina. It wasn’t until he and Mandy were both exhausted did he finally give in and come inside of her.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Johnny.”