Oluchi chuckled, and I smiled, as we both watched him walk back into the office.
Oluchi looked in my direction. “Alabi is quite the man, isn’t he?”
It was jarring to hear him referred to so casually. Hakeem had never called him by his first name. I supposed those were the perks of being a client, not a subordinate.
Additionally, I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to the question, so I simply nodded.
She put her hand on my knee, and lowered her voice, “It’s okay dear. You’re a red-blooded woman just like me. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
My eyes widened, and a pang of worry over the knowledge that someone else had caught me enjoying his presence. I admitted, “He’s certainly impressive, but he’s my husband’s boss. So I need to be careful.” I chuckled, hoping to ease the tension.
Oluchi playfully replied, whispering, “That makes it even more exciting.”
I nearly gasped at her boldness, replying, “You’re bad.”
She shrugged, “Our husbands are our husbands, but every woman secretly lusts over the Alpha male.” She took a heavy sip of her wine, adding, “It’s one of the oddities of female sexuality, I suppose.”
I was taken aback by her forwardness, as she continued, “Alabi is a very dominant man, physically and mentally. It’s hard not to be excited by him.”
I was somehow feeling defensive of her compliments. Yet another person, this time a woman that I seemed to respect, a married woman, enthralled by Mr. Alabi. “Maybe that behaviour is compensating for something.” I blurted, in frustration.
An amused look appeared on Oluchi’s face. “Folake dear. Femi and I once went on a double date with Alabi and a girl he was having some fun with. We came back here after dinner and drinks. Let’s just say the noises coming from that room.” She pointed towards the master suite.
“That girl sounded like she was having a religious experience.”
I chuckled, and absurdly, I felt a heat brewing between my legs once again.
“Does Hakeem have a big cock?” Oluchi suddenly asked, taking me completely off guard. She chased the absurd question with a sip of her wine, smiling.
“Oluchi!” I nearly screamed, reactively slapping her other hand on my knee.
Before I could verbally respond, a flickering of light outside the nearby window distracted me, and suddenly a panic swept over my body. I stood, and walked over to the large pane of glass, covering my mouth in horror as I took note of the scene outside. The excitement and arousal from moments ago washed away, and those feelings were replaced with anger. I turned and saw Hakeem standing in the office doorway, wide-eyed and apologetic.
Mr. Alabi strode in behind him, speaking loudly to the room, “The security guy just called, they are shut down, and the streets are shut down as well. I believe we’ve lost track of the time.”
Hakeem began laying sheets onto the pulled-out couch bed, moments ago having pushed Mr Alabi’s cupboard out of the way. We had to make room in the office, to turn it into our temporary bedroom. I guess I should have been thankful that we at least had a bed, makeshift as it was.
“At least we closed that dea-” Hakeem tried to offer, nervously. He had the good sense to be nervous, at least. My husband was a smart man, certainly smart enough to know I was in no mood.
“Just stop, Hakeem.” Internally I was secretly happy that my husband had managed to secure the contract, but that took a distant back-seat to the major issue I had with having to utilize Mr. Alabi’s apartment as a hotel. My worst fear from earlier in the day was fully realized. Hakeem was great at his job, to be sure, but he wasn’t always great at taking my concerns seriously.
I tossed the excess gym clothes that Oluchi loaned me onto the bed cushion and walked into the adjoining bathroom to wash. Thank god Oluchi had brand new toothbrushes lying around, the thought of not brushing my teeth made me cringe.
“You better hope this storm is a light one, Hakeem. Because so help me god, if we are here through the weekend-” I slammed the bathroom door, probably harder than I should have considering it wasn’t my home.
The shower was needed, divine. It was a high-pressure nozzle and the water’s heat did wonders to allow me to relax, at least a bit. I snapped on a pair of Oluchi’s shorts and threw a top on over my large breasts. Despite their size, my boobs had little in the way of sag. To be honest, it was something I was proud of now in my late twenties.
“No panties,” I muttered into the mirror. “Just great. As if this situation wasn’t risque enough already.” I felt a sudden rush of heat between my legs, and a mild stiffening of my nipples, initially unsure of what caused it. Getting off birth control, which I had used seemingly my entire adult life, really seemed to cause an uptick in my sexual cravings. My eyes widened as I remembered that tomorrow would be peak ovulation for me, and I desperately hoped the weather would let up early to allow Hakeem and me to venture home.
My foul mood didn’t improve as I scrolled through Flood of the Year headlines on my phone. Worse, the pull-out bed was wiry and less than comfortable. I shifted around under the sheets as Hakeem obsessed over his own news feed lying next to me.
“This is absolutely wonderful Hakeem. Thank you so much for this lovely weekend vacation.” I couldn’t help but voice my displeasure towards my husband, the sarcasm obvious.
He sighed, the glow of his phone screen lighting up his face. He reached towards my knee, sincerity in his voice. “I’m sorry honey. I don’t want to be here either. Please, try to cut me some slack.”
I shook my head in resignation, knowing that acting like a bitch would do nothing to improve our situation. Further, I was guilty of losing track of the time as well.
I sighed, “I’m glad you closed the deal.”
I could hear the relief in his voice, “Thank you, my love.” He leaned in, kissing my cheek, adding, “Hey, by the way. What were you and your good friend Mrs. Oluchi talking about tonight?”
I smirked as I recalled Oluchi’s enjoyable company, replying, “Mr. Alabi, mostly. She calls him Alabi.” I paused, feeling a warmth between my legs as I remembered what she told me about the man. “I think she has a bigger crush on him than you do.” I joked.
“Impossible.” My husband replied, with his goofy smile.
I felt suddenly inflamed, not by Hakeem’s smile, but by something else. I spontaneously rolled atop him, tossing his phone out of his hand. I positioned my dampening crotch atop his, and leaned down to kiss him.
The arousal was sweeping over me, almost unfamiliar in its strength. My heavy breasts hung within the cotton of my shirt, my nipples stiffening as I leaned forward to bring my chest closer to my husband’s face.
“Suck on them, baby,” I spoke, voice low and excited.
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