Friday morning, Melissa emerged from the guest room with her sex partner was dressed to leave. Melissa escorted her date to the door. Melissa kissed him passionately before he left. Darian watches in disgust; while eating a bowl of cereal. Darian was wearing jogging pants and a sweatshirt. He thought the job would help him get his mind off his failing marriage. However, it was no luck. While running, it just made him angrier of the disregard for the respect of his home.
Melissa came into the kitchen for a glass of orange juice. Darian was giving her an evil eye when Melissa noticed.
"What is wrong with you," Melissa inquired.
"You changed the rules about bringing men to the house."
"Yeah, I mean, it was not like I planned it. We needed a place, and this is the only place I can think of."
"How would you feel if I brought a woman over, disregarding the rules."
"Look, I said it wouldn't happen again. Can we just move on! I have to get ready for my afternoon shift. Speaking of work, why are you home?"
"I was fired."
"What! What did you do?"
"Nothing, the company is downsizing," Darian lied.
"Well, you need to find another job. I am not taking care of a grown man."
"Fucking relax! I got bigger shit on my mind. Like my wifes disrespecting our marriage."
"Don't tell me to fucking relax and I am not disrespecting you. At least I consulted with you about having an open marriage. Stop acting jealous and possessive."
"You are a fucking piece of work," Darian snarled.
Suddenly Darian's phone rings.
"Hello! Hey Andrea how are you?"
"Darian, I am glad you answered. In one hour, someone is coming to pick you up and take you to the airport, where you will board my private jet."
"For what!?"
"When you called me last night to take me up on my offer, I decided that we should meet sooner than waiting.
"Where am I going?"
"I'll see you in Montreal."
"But I don't have time to pack."
"Just put something on. I'll take care of you! You now have 25 minutes to get ready," Andrea replied before hanging up."
Darian had chuckled, which made Melissa suspicious.
"Who was that on the phone?"
"Melissa, remember the rules. You cannot ask about my dating partners."
"Oh, you have time to date when you should be looking for a job."
"Yeah, I'll do that later."
Darian darted upstairs and took a quick shower. After five minute shower, he put on his best suit and spritz on Black Polo Cologne, which he usually would wear on dates with Melissa. Melissa took notice and started to become suspicious of Darian's enthusiasm. Melissa interest was growing more evident an expensive BMW parked in front of the house.
"Your date must be well off."
"Yeah, you can say that."
"When will you be home?"
"Honey, remember the rules. You can't ask that. But all I can say is don't wait up.
Darian replied as he darted out of the house. Melissa watched him enter the Rose Royce back, which the chauffeur held open for him. Melissa walked out of the house in her bathrobe and watched the car drive away.
DARIAN AND ANDREA
After an hour's flight to Montreal, Canada, the same chauffeur acquired, a another BMW is waiting for them on the runway. The chauffeur drove twenty miles to a mansion that was on the outskirts of the city. The modern-styled estate was constructed within the past ten years. It was fully equipped with the latest voice-activated technology, fire suppression Ai system, 4k security cameras, and another internet of things. The mansion was in a woody area that is surrounded by coniferous and pine trees. The chauffeur parked around the front of the mansion.
Darian was escorted through the modern decorated house into the kitchen with dark wooden cabinets, oak-stained linoleum floors, and alabaster countertops. Andrea was preparing a meal for the both of them.
Andrea wore a red pencil dress and black heels. Andrea applied light foundation, smoky eye shadow, and dark wine-colored matte lips stick. Darian could not see her facial artwork. Her geeky glasses covered it. Nevertheless, Darian found her mixture of elegance and nerdy appearance very attractive.
At that time, Darian admired his host as she cooked. Andrea prepared sirloin steaks, asparagus tips, and boiling pilaf rice. For dessert she would serve a chocolate soufflé.
Andrea caught sight of Darian being escorted in by the driver and chauffeur.
"You finally showed up!"
"Yes, Ma'am. Traffic was pretty busy! Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am? Your services are no longer needed right now."
"If you need anything else, I am a phone call away."
The chauffeur darted towards the door and left the property.
"So, how was the flight?"
"Not bad. Nice house, by the way."
"Thank you! It's my refuge when I need to disconnect from work and city life."
"I can only dream of living here."
"It's not bad. Can get lonely sometimes."
"So this is where you live?"
"It's my home, but I use it more as a vacation home when I have the time to take one."
"All the years I worked for you, I never saw you take a vacation."
"I take mini-vacations. Trips to the spa, salon, weekend trips, but nothing too lengthy."
"You should take more time for yourself."
"Well, what do you think your visit here is? I am taking a two-week hiatus."
"Here it is; I thought you lived in a $4000 bedroom apartment in downtown Detroit."
"I do, but time is money, and when I need to get to the office, I need to be there asap. So anyway, I hope you are hungry."
"I can eat and have a bowl of cereal this afternoon. If I knew I was going to travel a bit, I would have eaten something more sustainable."
"Well, it is a good thing you have not eaten. You are in for a treat."
"You should go clean up for dinner; I am waiting for you in my room."
"I haven't had time to buy hygiene products."
"Don't worry; I have everything taken care of for you."
"Um, where is your bedroom again?"
"Upstairs, down the hallway. When you see double mahogany doors, that is my room."
"Alright, see you in a few."
Darian went to the master bedroom. It was the size of a small studio apartment. It had a canopy bed with Egyptian cotton bed sheets. Darian went to the bathroom. Black polo hygiene products are waiting on the vanity table. Darian took a whiff of the roll-on deodorant, which filled his nostrils. Darian took a ten-minute shower under a shower head that had five setting massagers.
After having a relaxing five-minute shower, Darian's phone rang when it was drying off. He looked at the caller I.D. When Darian Melissa's name was onscreen, he hit the end call button. Darian scrolled through his phone and found that he had at least 50 spammed phone calls and texts from Melissa. His phone ranged again, this time he decided to answer it.
"Melissa, what do you want?"
"I was worried about you. Where are you, baby!"
"Melissa, I am fine, and please stop calling me!"
"Why are you talking to me like that? I've been trying to reach you."
"Is it an emergency?"
"No, but we need to talk. Who is with you?"
"Melissa, I am going to say this once. Stop calling me."
"I am your wife, and I have the right to know your whereabouts."
"Oh no, Melissa, you don't get to throw marriage rights in my face. I'll see you when I get home."
Darian hung up the phone and turned it off.
Darian returned to Andrea. She had dinner waiting for him in the dining room. Andrea had organized the dinner table with scented candles, folded dinner napkins, golden silverware, and a $300 bottle.
Darian and Andrea took a seat across from each other. Andrea poured herself and Darian a glass of wine.
"The food looks great," Darian took a bite of the steak. His taste buds came alive.
"Wow, this tastes great. I did not know you were such a good cook."
"I love to cook!"
"Here it is; I thought you had a maid waiting on your hand and foot."
"My family was too proud to have someone cook for us. So my parents made my siblings and I take culinary classes. Since then, I love to cook for myself.
As the two ate, there was an awkward silence. Normally Darian would be talkative, but it was more on a professional level. Andrea grew tired of the sound of clanking silverware against the dishware and decided to break the ice. Tonight was personal for her and Darian.
"Are you still thinking about your wife?"
"Yeah, a little and what you said last night.
"We talk a lot, so remind me of my specific wording."
"Last night, you spoke to me as if you knew she was going to act like some psychic."
"I have no psychic abilities, but I have brushed up on psychology and human behavior for my past time reading."
"You studied psychology."
"Briefly at the behest of my father. He thought knowing would help me read clients and investors by body gestures. I knew your wife was not going to be faithful to the rules you both set when she can keep her marriage vows."
"I hear that," Darian replied as he lifted a piece of steak to his mouth. "I have a question."
"I am all ears, dear."
"Why are you doing all this?"
"What do you mean?
"I mean to sleep with me."
"I honestly, I always liked you."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I have to uphold company policy on dating. Besides, I don't date my subordinates."
"Is that how you saw me?"
"At first, after working with you for nearly ten years, I grew some sort of attachment with you."
"Sounds stalkerish."
"Oh honey, If I decide to stalk you, you'll know it," Andrea replied before finishing off her glass of wine.
"Have you done this for other men?"
"I have had one-night stands. So no. I don't cook for men that I don't have any sort of appreciation for."
After an hour of conversation, the couple decided to continue the date in the master bedroom.
Andrea removes her clothes and reveals her lingerie. Andrea was a 35-year-old woman, ten years older than Darian. Andrea's body was well kept for her age. Andrea took her health very seriously. Andrea always woke up at 4 am for 50-minute cardio to get her blood circulating. Her diet consisted of a high protein and fiber diet, with a minimum carb intake.
Darian saw the black lingerie wrap around her body. He knew Andrea was in shape, but he did not realize that physique was curvaceous. Andrea was slightly aggressive as she pressed her rue-colored lips against Darian's. Andrea could tell that Darian was nervous.
"Look, you don't have to do this," Andrea replied with comforting eyes.
"I am good, Ms."
"Call me Andrea. Remember, I am no longer your boss."
"Right!"
Darian returned Andreas' gesture and kissed her. Helping each other, Darian and Andrea removed their clothes until they both were completely nude. Darian descended on top of Andrea and started fondling her triple c cup breast; her nipple immediately became a hardened stubble of flesh. Andrea reached between Darian's legs and grabbed a handful of dick. Andrea spread her legs and guided Darian's hand's between her engorged wet love box. Darian moved his fingers around in a circular motion on her clit, before sticking two fingers inside her. Andrea moaned as she arched her hips into the air.
"I want you inside me, Darian."
Andrea and Darian switched positions. Andrea climbed on top and impaled herself on Darian's hotrod. "Shit," Darian moaned. Andrea's pussy swallowed six inches of anaconda. While riding the cowgirl position, Andrea ground her pelvis roughly into Darian. Andrea has not had sex in over three months. She was taking advantage of every moment, every thrust, and every faint moan that escaped her lips. Darian was an assistant to Andrea with her moments of ecstasy as he cupped her breast and found her nipples with his thumbs.
"Andrea slowed down; I am about to cum!"
"So am I."
Suddenly Andrea felt a warm secretion fill her pussy that made her cum. It was like a flowing waterfall that gushed from between Andreas' legs.
"Shit, now we gotta change the bedsheets," Andrea giggled.
"Damn woman, you are a hellcat."
"After all the years working close to me, you are now just figuring it out," Andrea stated before leaning forward to dance her tongue with Darian's."