My Boss Wants My Wife!

Marcus London cracks the door and there’s Silvia Saige with her husband Billy, both trying not to look nervous. He lets them in, Billy does the quick intro, and Marcus plants a kiss on her hand that lingers way past polite. Silvia pulls back, gives him the side-eye, but Billy’s too busy hanging up his windbreaker to notice. Marcus steers them straight to the dining-room table and skips the small talk. He tells Billy the promotion’s not happening—unless. Then he looks at Silvia and asks if she’s a masseuse. She clocks the creep vibe right away, says “Yeah… why?” Marcus grins and lays it out: skip the steak, go straight to dessert. Billy apologizes for her tone while Silvia rolls her eyes. Marcus backpedals, says his back’s wrecked from a long day; a quick massage and maybe Billy’s salary jumps a notch. Billy blurts “Yes, she’ll do it” at the same time Silvia snaps “Absolutely not.” He leans in, whispers that this is their shot. She covers her mouth and hisses that Marcus is disgusting. Billy begs—promotion, raise, everything they’ve wanted. She caves with a flat “Fine,” marches after Marcus, and stops cold when she sees just a rubber mat on the floor. Marcus suggests Nuru. She laughs, sarcastic, but he reminds her what’s on the line. Clothes hit the tile, they soap up in the shower, her hands working over his chest while she needles him about buying promotions. Marcus fires back that it’s a fair trade, calls Billy kind of dumb. She snorts because she can’t argue. Heat builds; she wraps her fingers around his hard cock, they’re kissing, he’s rolling her nipples, sliding a finger into her slick pussy. She pushes him away before it goes too far, says save it for the mat. Oil glistens on his skin, she climbs on, slides her big tits along his body until her mouth can’t resist—she takes him down her throat with a hungry moan. She’s not stopping there; she’s doing whatever it takes to get Billy that raise.