The Boss's Wife

Dana DeArmond's chilling in the kitchen with her husband, chatting him up before he bolts for work. The guy's a slick businessman, and she's got her panties in a twist over his shiny new secretary—hell, no woman's gonna keep her hands off him. He shoots her that exasperated eye-roll, like they've hashed this out a thousand times. 'Babe, nothing's going down with her,' he swears. Get this: he even hired a lesbian just to chill her out! But Dana's not fully buying it. She pecks him goodbye anyway, wishes him a solid day, and waves him off. Not even five minutes later, knock-knock at the door. Boom—it's Alina Lopez, the hot new secretary herself, here to snag some docs from the boss man. She plays it cool, doesn't wanna linger, but hits Dana with, 'Mind if I juice up my phone real quick? GPS is my lifeline back to the office.' Dana's all wound up around her, but politeness wins—she hands over the papers and lets her in to plug in. They plop down while the phone sips its charge. Dana starts fishing, grilling Alina on whether hubby's cheating on the job. Alina shuts that down fast: 'Your man's head over heels for you, Dana. And damn, who could blame him? You're a knockout!' That cracks Dana's shell a bit. She spills her guts, admitting she's a total worrywart, all knotted up inside. Alina, smooth as silk, offers a massage—says she's acing classes on it in her downtime. Dana hems and haws, but hell yeah, she could use some unwinding. Alina's hands work their magic, firm and knowing, melting Dana's tension like butter. Things heat up quick—the rubs turn teasing, sensual strokes that swap her jitters for a throbbing heat. Alina leans in for a kiss, and Dana? She freezes for a sec, thinking of the hubby, but that pull is too damn strong to fight. Dana leans back, surrendering to the fun as Alina devours her tits, sucking those nipples hard while deep-tonguing her mouth, all sloppy and hungry. Worries? What worries? Alina dives south, lapping at her pussy like it's the best meal ever, fingers plunging deep and curling just right to make her squirm. By the time they grind together in hot tribbing, clits bumping and slick bodies sliding, Dana's floating on cloud nine. Screw it—maybe this secretary gig's the best thing hubby's done!