Bossed Around

Sheena Ryder's hustling away at her home office gig when her hubby Charles Dera barges in, whining about his no-show masseuse. Man's back is killing him, and he was counting on that slick nuru session to fix it. Sheena's trying to tune him out, getting all pissed because he's cockblocking her focus on work deadlines. Finally, she snaps and tells him to buzz off—hey, her intern Melissa Stratton can rub him down instead. Charles raises an eyebrow, pointing out it's a full-on nuru deal. Sheena waves him away like he's yesterday's news, so he shrugs, figures he's got the green light, and saunters out. Not long after, Charles drags Melissa into the living room, all decked out with a squishy massage mat slathered in that slippery nuru gel. He lays it out: boss lady okayed you giving me the works. Melissa's eyes go wide—surprised as hell—but she's gunning to impress, so she nods and jumps in. Charles walks her through the drill, step by naughty step. Poor girl's cheeks flush fire-engine red when he drops that they both gotta strip buck naked for the full slide-and-grind effect. But she steels herself and gets to it, her bare skin gliding sensually over his back, hands and body working that gel into every tense muscle... until Sheena storms in. Sheena's jaw hits the floor, fury flashing in her eyes at the sight of Melissa's nude curves slipping and sliding along Charles' oiled-up back like a greased-up dream. Charles just grins, all cocky: 'Told you it was a nuru massage, babe.' Sheena fires back that no way in hell she'd have signed off if she knew it meant this slippery skin-on-skin rodeo. Charles chuckles, calling her bluff—he's yapped about nuru details a dozen times before, but does she ever listen? She's always too buried in her boss-bitch world. Sheena mutters a half-assed sorry, jealousy still simmering like hot sauce in her veins, then decides screw it—she's taking the reins. She shoos Melissa over and starts kneading Charles' back herself, her hands dipping low with that possessive edge. But Sheena's not done playing director. She barks at Melissa to massage her too, right there while she's working Charles over. Melissa hops to it, her slippery fingers tracing Sheena's curves, easing the tension knot by knot. Mood's flipping fast—Sheena's grin turns wicked, that jealousy melting into straight-up heat. She amps up the friskiness on Charles, hips grinding a little extra, whispers turning dirty. Then, with a sly wink, she pulls Melissa in closer: 'Get in on this, girl—let's make it a proper threesome party.'