My Boss’ Wife Episode 7 Olamide’s POV

My Boss’ Wife

Episode 7

Olamide’s POV

Seated in the car, I stared out of the window, watching the scenery drift by. We weren't moving too fast, neither were we crawling. The speed of the car somehow synced perfectly with the rhythm of my thoughts—slow, steady, and weighed down by emotions I didn’t fully understand.

I couldn't say how long this thing between us had been going on. Weeks? Months? Time had lost meaning. What shocked me more than the blurred timeline was the unexpected direction our relationship had taken. We started off as nothing serious—just sex, no strings attached. At least, that was the plan. But lately, something deeper had begun to bloom. Trust. Concern. Attachment. And something else I couldn't name, something that kept me tethered to her like a silent vow.

I shook my head slightly, trying to free myself from the spiral. But it was no use. Catherine was like a quagmire—beautiful, dangerous, and consuming. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape her pull. And to be honest, I didn’t really want to.

Turning away from the window, I glanced at her. Catherine sat beside me, silent, lost in her own storm of thoughts. Even then, in that moment of quiet unease, she looked breathtaking. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips parted just a bit, like she was about to say something but stopped herself. Damn. She looked hot even when she was confused.We eventually arrived at her mansion.

The gates opened slowly as though the house itself was reluctant to let us in. I got out first and opened the door for her, extending my hand. She took it without a word. We walked slowly. A uniformed servant approached us halfway through the path and gave a respectful nod before disappearing into the house.

Soon, we were seated in the plush living room, surrounded by silence. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if the air knew something we didn’t."Ola dear, please can you wait a little? I’ll be back," Catherine finally said, her voice soft but distant. It was the first time she had spoken since we left the office.I nodded. I could sense something was bothering her, but I had never been great at offering comfort. My mom used to complain a lot about it—how I lacked the ability to show concern. But it wasn’t intentional. It was just the way I was wired.

Thankfully, she didn’t keep me waiting long. She descended the stairs like a goddess stepping down from the clouds. The way she moved… it was impossible not to stare. Her dress hugged every curve, every line of her body like it was made just for her. For a moment, the room felt complete, like her presence was the missing ornament it had long awaited. My eyes were drawn to her lips, painted in a deep, bold red. the next place that hooked my eyes completely was her volouptous chest. Her heavy breast stood upright in the attire, it's deep cleavage clearly visible, soft caramel skin framed by a plunging neckline. She was magnetic. Dangerous. Beautiful."Do you like it?" she asked, smiling playfully. I gulped hard, suddenly forgetting how to speak.

"Y-ye-yeah," I stammered, finally managing to respond on the third try. She giggled and sat beside me, her eyes locking with mine. There was something heavy in her gaze—finality."We might not do this again," she whispered. My heart skipped. “Why?” I asked, dreading the answer. She hesitated for just a second. Then she said it.“Because he’s coming.”

Felix's POV

On the plane, I watched the view, this has been my habit since young, i loved the feeling of being on top, way higher than every other thing, every other person. Looking down all i could see where patches of brown and blue. But I loved it all the more, what was there to see in trash. The poor were trash, the weak were trash.

Thinking of Catherine, I couldn't help but chuckle sinisterly. Bitch, no matter what excuse you have this time around, I will fuck you and fuck you up. Let me see how you dare to challenge me afterwards.

But deep inside, there was this uneasy feeling that seemed to grow as my destination shrinked. What if the information from my aids are true. I felt tense and couldn't relax.

Olamide's POV

My face bore a deep frown. Silence fell between us like a curtain. But Catherine, as always, found a way to lift the mood."Alright, enough sad talk. Let’s not ruin this beautiful rhythm," she said with a small smile. “Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

She stood up, and that’s when I saw the full effect of her outfit. The dress clung to her body like a second skin, revealing her curves in glorious detail. My eyes followed her hips as they swayed—precise, rhythmic, hypnotic.She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Music filled the room—upbeat pop. But the beat wasn’t what had my heart racing. It was her,

She looked at me and smiled, stripping herself. She removed it deliberately, slowly revealing her assets, I could see her breast getting larger as the dress slipped down,
Eventually only her p*t remained as she walked to me and sat on my lap, burying my face in her cleavage, I took a deep breath then licked her. savouring the intoxication. Maybe it was ticklish but I could feel her body twitching.

She got up and walked to the center of the parlour.

She bent down and started twerking, Swaying her huge butt up & down which seemed to bounce with minimum effort. She also did sideways then she moved it in a circle.

She even came close to where I sat and started twerking again, this time more vigorously than before. I could feel my thing already charged.
As she shook, I couldn't help but touch her butt, it felt very soft and elastic.

I spanked her ass, softly at first but eventually I increased force. I spanked and softly pinched until I could see a light red. Using the other hand I grabbed and pressed the Other butt cheek.

All this why, she was still twerking which aroused me even more. After spanking enough. I dragged her pant which was buried in her crack to the side. tracing my fingers from the top of her ass, I slowly moved through her butt crack, then I inserted my fingers through her a* hole and started fingering her. She paused for a minute and released a faint moan, then continued bouncing her ass as I fingered.

Despite the fact that I was deeply aroused I didn't rush it. I wanted to make her satisfied.

I also inserted my fingers into her p* which was already wet. It was then she finally stopped twerking. Her moans became audible.

She retained her bent position even as my two fingers fingered her holes simultaneously, she couldn't help but moan loudly

After a while, we disengaged.

she got on her knees and opened my pants zip. She grabbed my d*CK and started sliding her palms up and down. After a while she started sucking and licking the c*p.

I groaned, and held her head, pushing it deeper. She continued sucking me for a while.

After a while, she wrapped my d*CK in her cleavage, and started moving up and down while sucking the top. I groaned deeply.

This continued for a why, it was very tight.

I'm going to c* I announced, and she increased the intensity, I felt tighter and eventually I came.
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T.B.C.

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