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Kalei’s chest tingled, and he struggled to swallow as he rubbed his wedding ring with his thumb. His fingers rested on the handle of his desk drawer. Taking a deep breath, he pulled it open and picked up the small decanter and shot glass that sat at the bottom of it.
I need this, he thought.
His hands trembled as he poured himself a shot of the whiskey and tossed it back. The burn of the alcohol singed his sinuses and rippled through his skull. The painful tension in his neck and shoulders eased. He poured another shot, got up and carried it over to a window, and pulled the shades open to let the sunlight pour into the room. In all those years as resort director, he only fell twice. Only gave in to temptation and engaged in adulterous sex with a guest just three - or no - it was four times. But there had been so many other opportunities he had resisted. Many lustful wives tried to seduce him, and he found the strength each time to resist. To hold on to fidelity. But none of them affected him like this woman. This Jessica Stroker. Was she a witch? A sorceress? After her last visit with her husband, Ron, her seductive energy remained on Kalei. In him. Coursing through his veins, through the synapses of his brain, like poison. He whispered as he stared out the window.
“And she’ll be here any minute.”
He threw back the second shot.
“I hope you’re going to share.”
The silky voice came from behind him, startling him. He turned his head, and his eyes widened. Jessica Stroker stood in his office with a grin and cocked eyebrow. A bright green sundress hugged her voluptuous curves, plunging at the neckline to reveal abundant cleavage, and stopping high on her thighs, just below where he imagined her crotch to be. Over her shoulder, she held a handful of hangers carrying clothes.
“Thanks, Mr. Director, for agreeing to see me alone. I just wanted a chance to talk to you some about these accusations. I brought some outfits you’ve heard about so you could see them for yourself. Maybe it’ll help you decide if I should stop wearing them on your island.”
She chuckled. Kalei stood paralyzed, his eyes traveling up and down her serpentine frame.
“You might want to close those shades, Mr. Director.”
He shook from his trance and pulled the chord, closing it. She turned and pulled the shades closed on the French doors leading into his office.
“There. Now we have perfect privacy. So, we can talk.”
She tossed the clothes onto Kalei’s desk, winked, and bit her bottom lip. Then she lifted the sundress over her head, revealing her naked body. A hot stake pierced Kalei’s chest. Her buxom breasts hovered above a toned abdomen, and her waxed labia peeked out from between smooth, muscular thighs. A rich caramel color spread across every inch of her skin, barely interrupted by the faintest of tan lines. He stammered.
“Wha.. what are you doing?”
She reached for one of her bikinis lying on his desk and lifted it.
“I’m trying on my outfits for you, silly.”
“But you’re naked.”
“Yes, well, a necessary evil if I’m going to show you these. You can close your eyes if you don’t want to see.”
A wry grin spread across her mouth as her eyes crawled down his body towards his crotch.
“Or keep them open if you do.”
Kalei’s cock pressed up against his pants as if responding to the call of her hungry stare. His jaw tensed, and his clammy fists clenched.
“This is the little red number I wore on the beach the first day.”
She turned and bent over, her ass facing Kalei and her pussy peeking out at him. The pressure of his inflating shaft pulsed as his member twitched inside his boxer briefs. She stepped into the thin stringed loops and pulled them up around the taut curves of her calves. The red strands caressed her velvety hamstrings before nestling like floss in between the lustrous bubbles of her ass cheeks. Turning back towards him, she revealed the tiny red patch just covering her labia, hinting at their contours, and baring a long stretch of her firm, bronzed skin leading up to her navel. Her eyes burned through him as she reached for the top and stayed locked on him as she put it on. It also featured tiny patches that just covered her nipples and little else of her ample breasts. She placed her hands on her hips.
“So? What do you think?”
Kalei’s voice cracked as he stumbled over his words, his eyes caught in a mesmerized stupor, glued to her body.
“I, um... Well, it’s very revealing.”
Jessica did a slow pirouette, giving him a full 360-degree view of her statuesque physique. Her voice grew husky.
“Hmm, so you think perhaps I’m being naughty by going around in public wearing an outfit so revealing?”
She stepped towards the edge of the desk, making her way around to Kalei’s side.
“Well, Mrs. Stroker, I...”
“I mean, walking around the resort wearing this, showing everyone so much of my tits and my ass. And a nice hint of my pussy lips. That seems like something a bad girl would do, don’t you think?”
The veins in Kalei’s neck pulled at his jaw, and he backed towards the window. Her steps slithered towards him, and she lifted her hands to cup the sides of her breasts and push them together.
“I imagine the married men on this island have struggled to keep their eyes off these tits, don’t you think? Maybe imagined their cocks nestled in between them.”
Kalei surrendered to the trap of her hands and her words, letting his gaze fall to rest on the soft curves of her cleavage. He took another step back, and his shoulder blades landed on the wall behind him. His breaths quickened, and his chest fluttered with a light stinging sensation.
“Maybe you’d like to feel your cock between them, Mr. Director.”
She slipped up to him and dropped to her knees, her eyes locked into his. He trembled as she unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, and his voice whimpered.
“I shouldn’t do this.”
Her fingers took hold of the hem of his boxers, and her fingernails tickled the skin underneath.
“That’s right. You shouldn’t. But you can’t resist your need to feel them. To feel this mouth around your cock. No one can.”
She pulled the boxers down, and the air rushed in around the hungry skin of his erection.
“Oh my, Mr. Director. You have a very nice cock.”
His heart pounded as he pushed his head back into the wall and tightened his ass cheeks. The warmth of her lips grazing the head of his dick sent ripples of electricity up through his abdomen. It spread into the outside edges of his chest and armpits. He closed his eyes as she slid the hot, wet lasso of her lips down around his shaft, engulfing it. His body shook.
“Oh, god!”
Her hand planted into the crease between his stomach and thigh, and she pushed him back into the wall. With her other hand, she encircled the base of his shaft and dug into him so that his erection tightened and swelled. She ambushed the aching granite of his cock with voodoo of her mouth, slathering it with her saliva as her hand and mouth moved up and down his shaft, driving down into the base, gripping him, and then pulling up to the rim of his swollen head. Her head bobbed like a piston, milking him at full throttle towards the edge of orgasm. And betrayal. He winced as his thumb again grazed his wedding ring in his clasped hand. Shaking his head, he cried.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
Then he groaned and convulsed as his climax roared forth. She hummed with delight, and the vibrations coaxed the full volume of his load into her. Reaching around him and grabbing his ass, she pulled at him and gored his pelvic bone with her lips. They pressed into him like those of a hungry lion, drinking every drop of his seed. He melted into the wall, and a tear ran down his cheek. He whispered.
“What have I done?”
The tip of his retreating cock slid off her tongue, and she stood. Her mouth hovered near his ear, and her hot breath blew into it as she hissed.
“Mmm, I love the taste of infidelity.”
He lay paralyzed against the wall, his strength drained from him. She turned and walked back around the table, grabbing her clothes.
“I’m so glad you approve of my outfits and don’t believe all those horrible accusations about me, Mr. Director.”
He opened an eye and furrowed his eyebrows. Jessica walked over to a small bookcase on his office's sidewall and reached for the top shelf. A phone leaned up against a row of books, and the camera pointed straight at Kalei. She picked it up and looked at it.
“Yep, looks like I got everything.”
Kalei’s heart thudded against the inside of his chest, and his head grew woozy. His mouth fell open.
“Wait, what is that?”
“Just a little insurance. Don’t worry, Kalei. No one will ever see this video. As long as you leave me alone and quit entertaining the hateful bitches on the island who have nothing better to do than be jealous.”
She winked and waved at him as she slipped out the door. He looked up at the ceiling.
“Oh, my god. What have I done?”
