0 comments/ 3417 views/ 1 favorites Myra By: Scorpio58 Sunt la mare, pe o terasa, impreuna cu fostul meu comandant, care a venit impreuna cu sotia, un locotenent si nevasta acestuia, in timp ce eu sunt... singur. Ne intelegem bine, insa sotia fostului meu comandant, ca de obicei si ca in fiecare vara, ma tot cicaleste sa ma insor, chiar daca nu am, inca, decat un pic peste douazeci de ani. Am si eu nevoie, din punctul ei de vedere, de o familie, de copii... Doamne! Intotdeauna ma apuca dracii cand incepe sa ma bata la cap, iar femeia stie asta foarte bine! - Ce mai astepti?!? Toate fetele de treaba se vor fi maritat pana sa te hotarasti tu! O sa ajungi sa iei de nevasta cine stie ce poama, sau vreo fatuca mult prea tanara, care, eventual, sa-ti zica tata! Stiu ca, deja, la cat a baut, nu mai stau de vorba cu doamna... O las sa-si bata gura, in timp ce barbatu-sau, comandantul si locotenentul incearca, pe cat posibil, sa se prefaca in disparuti fara urma... Jenant! Stiu insa ca femeia ma simpatizeaza, dorindu-mi, din punctul ei de vedere, tot binele din lume... Brusc, inceteaza cu polologhia. - Ei, acum, baiete, stiu ca stii sa fii discret! Daca iti arunci privirea catre masa din dreapta ta, la cealalta masa pentru sase persoane, vei vedea o pereche de ochi albastri, care sigur iti vor place, o fata minunata, cu un par blond ondulat natural, venita, nu stiu de ce, singura, ca si tine, fiind insotita de doua perechi. Lafel ca si noi! Imi da ragaz sa contemplez "tinta", apoi continua: - Am vazut-o cand s-a dus la toaleta, asa ca, te asigur, ceea ce nu se vede acum, din cauza mesei, este foarte atragator! Deci, tinere, misca-ti fundul si invit-o la dans si... sa nu dea naiba sa vii inapoi inainte de a fi dansat cu ea cel putin un blues. Clar? Ii raspund, in stil militar, ca am primit, inteles si insusit ordinele, urmand sa le execut in urmatoarele secunde... Atat comandantul, cat si locotenentul, auzindu-ma, bufnesc in ras, incercand, pe cat se poate, sa dreaga busuiocul... Acum, ce sa zic? Fata arata, intr-adevar, bine, facandu-ma sa ma intreb cum de este singura... Oricum, trebuie sa ma misc rapid, inainte de a incepe babatia sa ma ia iar la sedinta! Ma ridic, ma apropii de masa oamenilor, apoi, foarte politicos, le cer permisiunea s-o invit la dans pe domnisoara. Toti cei cinci, dupa ce se uita la mine, se uita, mirati, unul la altul, pentru ca, in final, una dintre tipe sa inceapa sa-mi explice in franceza ca habar n-au ce vreau de la ei, intrucat ei nu pricep limba romana... Draci! Asta da surpriza! Zau ca nu m-am prins! Nici dupa haine si nici din atitudinea lor! Oricum, nu-i problema! Ma indrept un pic de spate si reiau discursul, de data asta in franceza. Acu' e randul lor sa cada in cur -- noroc ca sunt deja asezati pe scaune! Una peste alta, iata-ma in ringul de dans, multumindu-i lui Dumnezeu ca n-am baut cat beau de obicei cand ma vad cu fostul meu comandant... Am o vedere periferica foarte buna, asa ca-l surprind pe dragalasul meu de comandant apropiindu-se de seful orchestrei si soptindu-i ceva... In stilul obisnuit, baietii canta cate trei melodii zbuciumate, apoi baga un blues... De data asta, baietii baga "agitate" la greu, facandu-ne sa transpiram ca porcii... Acuma, fara modestie, cand eram tanar, eram un dansator de exceptie... In sfarsit, dupa ceva vreme, se pare ca celor din orchestra li se face mila, sau or fi obosit si ei, ca baga un blues. Iar apare o problema! Nu este vorba de un singur blues, ci de mai multe, inlantuite, facandu-ne sa ne frecam unul de altul vreo douazeci de minute! Am timp, insa, sa aflu ca fata este din Canada si ca o cheama Myra... Asta, da, va fi intr-adevar o surpriza, intrucat prietenii mei, militari activi, care, conform legii, nu au voie sa stabileasca contacte cu strainii... Doar traim vremurile lui Ceausescu! In sfarsit, baietii din orchestra se opresc. iau si ei o pauza! O conduc pe Myra inapoi la masa ei, multumindu-le tuturor pentru amabilitate... Ma intorc, apoi, la masa mea si... le explic prietenilor "situatia". Cum va spuneam, sotia comandantului e deja ciupita, asa ca il cheama pe ospatar si-i spune sa ia doua sticle de sampanie si sa o serveasca la masa canadienilor. In fine, explicatii, pahare, apoi semne de salut... Ridicam si noi paharele, inchinam, insa... beleaua e ca Myra imi face semne sa vin la masa lor. Draci! Asta nu intra in plan! Ca sa fie tacamul complet, o mai apuca si pe nevasta comandantului cheful de comentarii: - Acuma, tinere, trebuie sa te conformezi invitatiei, iar daca, intamplator, nu mai dau ochii cu tine pana vara viitoare, nici o problema! La asa indemn, n-am decat sa ma ridic si sa ma duc la masa "canadiana", unde incep sa "ma conversez" in limba franceza, in timp ce Myra, spre surprinderea ospatarului, insista sa-mi toarne cu manuta ei sampanie in pahar... Oricum, omul este suficient de batran ca sa stie ca daca o femeie vrea ceva, mai bine o lasi sa-si faca damblaua, mai ales daca, la sfarsit, te astepti la un bacsis gras... Intre timp, apare si la mine o mica problema. Am baut, totusi, cam mult si amestecat, asa ca ma carabanesc la baie si... cu doua degete bine plasate pe omusor, dau drumul la rezervor, eliminand si ce am ingurgitat cu doua luni in urma! Ma spal pe fata, incerc sa-mi pieptan parul cu degetele si... ma intorc la masa "canadiana"... De acum, dragilor/dragelor, pot sa ma pun pe baut si halit pana la loc comanda!... Ne mai conversam un pic, pana cand baietii din orchestra isi reiau locurile pe scena. De data asta, Myra este cea care ma invita la dans... Ne rupem in figuri, cred eu, cel putin o ora. Dupa ce ne intoarcem la masa, ospatarul imi sopteste ca prietenii mei vor sa ma vada. "Soaptele" lui sunt in franceza, asa ca tot poporul de la masa aude si intelege... Prietenii mei se ridica, pupaturi ca-n gara si... succes! Ca de obicei, ambii mei prieteni imi ureaza sa am noroc de cat mai multa pizda, spre disperarea nevestelor, care nu contenesc sa ne faca porci! Daca ei sunt porci, oare ele, ca neveste, ce-or fi?!? Acuma, pe bune, in mod normal, daca am venit cu ei, ar trebui sa plec, tot cu ei... Ma simt cam aiurea... Nu apuc sa scot vreo vorba, ca Myra se ridica, ma ia de mana si ne indreptam catre ringul de dans. Fata s-a prins ca sunt intr-o oarecare jena... Dupa vreo doua-trei dansuri, fata-mi spune ca ar avea chef sa ne plimbam pe faleza, asa ca ne ducem la masa, isi ia poseta, dau mana cu toti, apoi... pa! In timp ce ne plimbam, imi povesteste ca a avut un prieten, care, din pacate, a murit intr-un accident de motocicleta... Beleaua este ca, intamplator sau nu, seman foarte mult cu fostul ei prieten... Ne plimbam pe faleza, pe plaja, pana pe la patru dimineata, cand cautam un loc unde sa ne asezamj si sa admiram rasaritul... Nu stiu daca asta le este stilul, insa Myra este foarte deschisa -- imi explica scurt si la obiect ca nu vrea sex, iar daca nu-mi convine, n-am decat s-o las si sa-mi vad de drum... Acuma, dupa ce mi-a povestit despre prietenul ei cel mort, sincer, chiar ca n-am chef de dat la buci... Singura treaba naspa, este ca nu-mi prea dau seama daca nu cumva se foloseste de mine pentru a-si alina frustrarile... Inainte de a ne aseza, o opresc, o intorc cu fata catre mine, o imbratisez si... intr-un final, o sarut... Se pare ca suntem amandoi buni la asta, gurile noastre devorandu-se reciproc... Pana una alta, soarele ne prinde imbratisati! Ce sa va spun? Ca deja am pula sculata ca parul? Ca lichidul seminal mi-a inundat chilotii si ca, probabil, a ajuns sa-mi pateze si pantalonii mei cei subtiri, de vara? Ca, lafel ca omul grotelor, imi vine s-o iau pe fata si s-o arunc in primul tufis, s-o fut de sa-i sara capacele? Ca ma ia de mana si ma trage, la remorca, pana intr-un parculet din fata hotelului unde este cazata, cerandu-mi sa iau loc pe o banca si sa o astept, chiar daca asta poate sa insemne cateva ore?!? Din fericire, mai am ceva tigari, asa ca stau pe banca, asteptand si fumand... Sunt constient ca nimeni nu ma cunoaste, insa, totusi, ma simt aiurea cnd turistii matinali incep sa defileze prin fata mea, indreptandu-se spre plaja. Ma feresc sa ma uit in ochii lor, asteptand, pana cand simt o sacosa de plaja aterizand langa mine, pe banca. Cand imi arunc privirea catre proprietara sacosei, aproape sa nu o recunosc. O pereche de ochelari de soare imensi, o bluza dintr-un material foarte subtire si transparent, lasand sa i se vada sutienul, o fusta despre care nu pot spune decat ca este extrem de scurta, abia ascunzandu-i chilotii, si... elementul de exceptie, o palarie cu boruri imense, ascunzand in umbra toata fata... Se aseaza pe banca, langa mine, isi ia o tigara dintr-un pachet a carui marca mi-e complet necunoscuta, asteapta sa-i dau un foc, apoi incepe sa-mi explice, in engleza de data asta, ca a vorbit cu una dintre prietenele ei pe care am cunoscut-o aseara, explicandu-i ca vrea sa-si petreaca intreaga zi singura, numai cu mine, asa ca, pana seara la sase, daca vreau, pot sa-i tin companie. La sase, cel tarziu, trebuie sa ia legatura cu prietena ei, sau sa-i lase un mesaj la receptia hotelului... Sincer, nu-mi aduc aminte decat ca m-am balbait, cu toate ca engleza mea este cu mult mai buna decat franceza... Explicatia fetei este ca nu vrea sa mai vorbeasca cu mine decat in engleza, intrucat vorbind franceza are senzatia ca-si inseala fostul prieten, acum mort, cu care, normal, vorbea ca in Quebec... Doamne!!! De ce simt asa, niste furnicaturi reci de-a lungul coloanei vertebrale?!? Pur si simplu imi vine sa o iau la fuga si sa ma ascund in camera mea de la hotel!... Draci! Sunt barbat, sau ce naiba?!? Iau sacosa, iau si fata cu cealalta mana si merg, lejer, catre hotelul unde sunt cazat. Profit de ocazie ca am cheia de la camera in borseta, ca sa evit contactul cu receptionerii si ajungem la lift. Ajunsi in camera, insista sa-si dea jos toalele singura, insa nu pot sa nu observ ca are un tampon in chiloti... Foarte curand, cand ii pun mana acolo, inteleg si de ce. Fata e uda ca o fantana! Imi marturiseste ca de sase luni, de cand i-a murit iubitul, n-a mai avut parte de pula... Ma anunta insa, ca desi i-a murit iubitul, tot n-a renuntat la pasilele zilnice, asa ca pot sa-mi dau drumul in ea fara nici o retinere... Facem dragoste, pe bune, nu doar ne futem, terminand amandoi, impreuna, intr-o adevarata explozie de placere si dorinta... Ce sa va mai spun? Dupa ce facem dus, ne imbracam, gata sa mergem la plaja, insa, tocmai cand sa descui usa ca sa iesim, Myra ma apuca de mana, ferm si ma arunca in pat, sarind pe mine calare. Ma fute vreo ora, pana cand, desi nu prea reusesc sa termin stand intins pe spate, ma face sa ejaculez, simtindu-ma ca si cum as fi explodat, moment in care si ea, din nou, isi da drumul in extaz... Ar trebui sa va mai povestesc ca in toate aceste ore, singura noastra hrana au fost propriile noastre corpuri -- si nu va ganditi la supt pula sau dat limbi in pizda! Pur si simplu ne bucuram unul de altul, facand numai sex vaginal, fara nici un fel de perversiuni, mai putin ca, de fiecare data cand ma slobozesc in pizda ei uda, imi povesteste cat de nerabdatoare si dornica este sa-mi implantez sperma in uterul ei, s-o fac sa devina mama copiilor mei, chestie care, cum stim, cu pastila luata zilnic, nu prea se poate... In fine, toate nebuniile astea ne fac sa "intarziem" in camera pana pe la patru sau cinci, dupa amiaza... Ajunsi la hotelul ei, aproape de sase, cere de la receptie o hartie si un pix, lasand un mesaj, apoi, din nou, ne luam zborul... Ajunsi pe plaja, cum avem deja costumele de baie pe noi, in scurt timp alergam catre mare... Apa se dovedeste a fi mai calda decat aerul de afara. Senzatia este minunata, asa ca stam pe acolo mai mult de o ora... Partea nasoala este dupa ce iesim din apa, insa, din fericire, Myra are un prosop foarte mare, cu care o usuc cu inversunare, apoi ma usuc pe mine... Acuma, ori ma credeti, ori nu ma credeti, imi este egal... Continuam sa facem dragoste timp de zece zile, nimic altceva decat sex vaginal, mangaindu-ne si alintandu-ne timp de zece zile, pana cand, din nefericire, ea trebuie sa plece la aeroport. In tot acest timp, n-am mancat decat cate o singura data pe zi -- foarte consistent, e adevarat, mai ales fripturi! In rest, cate o baie in mare, din cand in cand... Pana si parintii mei s-au mirat, stiind ca eu, conform "traditiei", mai sun sa spun ca sunt in regula... Stiu, nu mai sunt adolescent, insa obiceiul mi-a ramas in sange... Acuma, fara s-o fac pe spionul. N-am vazut-o niciodata pe fata asta luand vreo pastila, in tot timpul cat am stat impreuna, asa ca acum, cand am deja cincizeci si patru de ani, ma tot intreb... Daca, cumva, in urma relatiei noastre estivale s-a nascut vreun copil, baiat sau fata, tot ce-mi doresc este ca sa fie fericit(a)! SFARSIT Myra It didn't come as a surprise to me because I had been expecting it or at least something like it. It was a Wednesday and Myra and I were eating dinner when she said, "Don't make any plans for us this weekend. The girls from work and I are going to a spa for the weekend. One of the girls arranged for a group package. It will be a weekend of mud baths, mudpacks manicures, pedicures and the like." "Okay." "Okay? That's it? Just okay?" "What did you expect?" "I thought that you would want to talk about it." I looked her right in the eye and said, "You did not say "Honey, would it be all right with you if..." or "Tom would you mind if..."or Babe, the girls at work are planning on a weekend away and would you mind if..." you just told me that you were going and so I said okay." I put my fork down, wiped my mouth with a napkin and then stood up and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" "Down to Bud's Bar to see if there is anyone there I can shoot some pool with while I have a few beers. I may be late so don't bother waiting up." Actually that wasn't were I was going. I had a friend at work who had a brother who worked for an oil company and who was going on an overseas assignment. He would be gone for a year and was looking for someone to sublet his apartment while he was gone. I was going to meet Sam and go over and take a look at the place. If I liked it I would consider taking it on. Then Myra could enjoy her weekend and then find out that she was living alone when she came home. She wouldn't find someone waiting there to serve her papers or anything like that. She would just find me gone. I liked Mike's place and I told him that I would take it if my marriage went tits up by the weekend and it was still available. He told me that he had another guy who was interested in the place and that the guy would be there at 10 a.m. on Saturday to look the place over. He told me he would hold the place for me until 9 on Saturday. He wished me luck and then Sam and I did go to Bud's to have a few brews and shoot some pool. Around eleven-thirty I went home and Myra was in bed either sleeping or pretending to be asleep. I just got in bed, turned my back to her and went to sleep. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Why was I setting up to move? Because Myra was setting out to cheat on me (if she hadn't already) and I wasn't going to sit still for it. If I knew for sure that she hadn't yet done it I probably would have gone proactive to try and put a stop to it before it could start, but from what I knew I couldn't be anywhere close to sure and I wouldn't live my life wondering if she had and might do it again. How did I know what was going on? Because I had good friends. One Wednesday three weeks ago while I was at work Ralph came into my office and asked me to meet him at Barney's Tavern after work. I met him and after we had ordered and taken a pull on our Buds he asked: "Are you and Myra alright?" "That's a strange question to ask." "I'm not happy having to ask it, but I need to know if you and Myra are on the outs or not." I gave him a long questioning look before saying, "As far as I know we are okay, but I'm starting to think that for some reason you don't think so. What gives Ralph?" "Try not to shoot the messenger Tom, but Myra seems to be getting involved with a guy she met at the Apollo Lounge during one of her nights out with the girls she works with and I just thought you should know." I knew what he was talking about. Myra didn't actually have a girl's night out. What she did was stop after work with the girls she worked with for a drink or two before coming home. It was usually on a Tuesday and she was usually home by seven although in the last three weeks it was closer to nine or nine-thirty. Naturally I had to ask Ralph to clarify. I need to point out that Myra didn't know Ralph, but he knew who she was because of the dozen or so pictures I had of her around my office. The take I got from him was that he usually met his brother at the Apollo for drinks on Tuesdays and he had seen Myra come in with some of the girls she worked with. He recognized her right away from her pictures. On Tuesday four weeks ago he had been at the Apollo and saw three guys join the girls at their table. After a bit Myra had gotten up and danced with one of the guys. She danced with him several more times before she got up to leave. The guy she had danced with walked out with her. He came back in about twenty minutes later and one of the other guys at the table gave him a thumbs up with a questioning look and the guy who had walked Myra out had smiled and given a thumbs up. The next week the guy was already there when Myra arrived and he went right over and joined the girls at their table. He danced with Myra several times and when she got ready to leave he again walked her out only this time he didn't come back in. "Last night it was the same except Myra only stayed for two drinks before leaving and again the guy walked her out and never came back in. I have no idea what or if anything happened when they left, but I thought you needed to know what was going on." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The following Tuesday I was sitting with Ralph and his brother when Myra and her coworkers came in. I wasn't worried that she would recognize me because I was wearing a fake beard and a ball cap and Ralph, his brother and I were sitting in the darkest corner of the lounge. Maybe ten minutes after we got there three guys came in and Ralph pointed them out and told me that the tall one was the guy that Myra always danced with. The three put three tables together and then sat down and ordered drinks. Five minutes later Myra and her friends came in and went right to the table where the three guys were. Myra took the chair next to the tall guy and leaned over and kissed him. The group at the table talked for a bit and then one of the guys got up and fed some coins into the jukebox and the dancing started. Myra only danced with the tall guy while the other two took turns dancing with Myra's four coworkers. After about a half hour dancing and a couple or three drinks the dancing turned into what could only be called 'dirty dancing' and at times Myra and the tall guy were so close together that I couldn't have pushed a sheet of paper between them and the tall guys hand were all over her body. She would have slapped my face if I had tried to do that with her in public. At one point he was grinding his cock into her leg and she was and she was pushing back at him. When the music stopped they went back to the table and Myra said something to her girlfriends and then she picked up her purse and she and the tall guy left the lounge. Once they were out the door I got up to follow and Ralph said: "Be cool Tom. Don't do anything stupid and get your ass tossed in jail." "Not to worry bud. I'm not the violent type. I'm just going to observe. At least for now." I walked out of the building just in time to see Myra get into a car with the tall guy. They immediately slid together and started necking. I moved to a spot where I wouldn't be noticed and watched the pair. They were going at it hot and heavy and not paying any attention to what was going on around them and I was able to get close enough to hear the sounds. I heard "something better than this" from the guy and from Myra "I want it too, but..." and then a car pulled into the lot and I had to duck down so the car lights wouldn't expose me and so I missed some of the conversation. When I could get back up I heard "This weekend we..." and I had to duck down again, but I'd heard and seen enough. When the people in the car that had just pulled in went into the lounge I made my way to my car and went home. I was in bed when Myra got home and when she came into the bedroom I pretended to be asleep. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning I was in the breakroom at work sipping coffee and looking through an apartment rental guide when Sam sat down with me, saw the guide and asked me why I was looking at apartments. I told him and he told me about his brother. Thursday at work I spent what free time I had making a list of things to do and a list of what to take with me if I moved out. If? Yes, if. If Myra went through with her weekend I was gone. If she got cold feet and cancelled her little outing I'd sit down with her and have a 'come to Jesus' meeting with her. I'd let her know what I knew and we would take it from there. If she didn't go our marriage might - just might - stand a chance. It would be up to her. Thursday over dinner Myra dumped it on me that she would be leaving for her weekend right from work on Friday and I didn't say a word. When we finished up eating I got up and went into the living room and turned on the TV. About an hour later Myra came into the room naked except for high heels and said: "Care to give me enough to hold me until I come home Sunday evening?" It must have shocked her when I said, "No thanks." She looked at me for a moment or two and then she said, "Something is bothering you. I can tell." "You already know what is bothering me Myra." "What? This weekend thing? Why are you bothered that I'm going to spend a weekend with the girls from work?" "The girls Myra? If it was a weekend with the girls it probably wouldn't bother me" I said as I got up and headed for the door. "What? What do you mean y that?" "You were smart enough to graduate from college with a degree Myra so you should be smart enough to figure it out." "Where are you going?" "Out!" "Get back here Tom. You can't say what you just said and walk away. Get back here and talk to me." I didn't answer her; I just left the house, got in my car and drove down to Bud's Bar. I drank some beer and shot some pool with a few guys I knew and around eleven I went home. There was a note taped to the door that said, "Wake me when you get home. We need to talk!" Need was underlined. I went into the house, kicked off my shoes, set the alarm on my watch to wake me up at six and then I sacked out on the couch. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ He alarm woke me at six and I got up, put on my shoes and left the house. I would look kind of scruffy when I got to work because I was wearing yesterday's clothes that I'd slept in, but I was high enough up in the food chain that I doubted that anyone would say anything about it. I stopped for breakfast at a Village Inn and over coffee, pancakes and bacon I planned out my weekend. If Myra was at the house when I got home we would have our 'come to Jesus' meeting and if she wasn't Sam's brother would get a call from me and I would be out of the house and gone when Myra got home from 'her weekend with the girls'. When I got to work I told Donna, my secretary, that I didn't want any phone calls from Myra put through to me, "And if she wants to leave a message take it, but toss it into the waste basket." "Trouble in Paradise?" "Of the worst kind." I caught a slight smile starting on her face. Donna had flirted with me since the day she was assigned to me, but I knew that it was just 'office fun' since she had a fiancée that she was gaa gaa over. The day was fairly busy and I spent the morning putting out fires and trying to calm down upset clients. Just before two there was a commotion in the outer office and I heard Donna yell, "You can't go in there." The door to my office opened and Myra came storming in with Donna right behind her. "I'm sorry boss. I told her you weren't here and that she couldn't go into your office. You want me to call security?" "No; I'll take care of it." Donna left and I looked Myra right in the eye and asked, "What the fuck do you want Myra?" She didn't back off like I expected, but came right back at me. "What do I want? I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you. First was that shit from last night and then you wouldn't return my calls this morning. I want to know why you didn't wake me up when you got home last night and don't give me any of that "I didn't want to disturb you" garbage. I left a note telling you to wake me up and I want to know why you didn't do it. You knew I wanted to talk to you so I want to know why you got up and left the house before we could talk. That's what the hell I want!" "You know damned well why I didn't want to talk to you Myra. I didn't want to do or say anything that might ruin your weekend with THE GIRLS!" "Is that what this is all about? You are in a pissy mood because I'm going to spend a weekend with the girls I work with?" "No Myra; I am not in a pissy mood over the weekend over your weekend with THE GIRLS! I'm in a pissy mood over the weekend you have planned with the asshole you spent Tuesday night making out with in the Apollo parking lot. "What are you talking about?" "Give it up Myra. The fact that I just told you that I knew what you were doing Tuesday should be enough to tell you that you have been busted. A good friend of mine came to me and told me how you have been behaving on your Tuesday nights. I couldn't bring myself to believe him so I was there Tuesday night and I watched the show you put on with your boyfriend at the table and on the dance floor. When you left the bar with him I followed you out. I saw you get in the car with him and I saw what the two of you did. The two of you were so into it that you didn't even notice me when I moved up next to the car and watched and listened to what was going on." "You misunderstood what was going on Tom." "I didn't misunderstand shit Myra. I was right there and I saw and heard everything. And since we are having it out you might as well hear that when you get home from your weekend with THE GIRLS you will find that I have moved out. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do and you being here is interfering with my doing it." "Oh no Tom; we still have t..." "Get the hell out of here Myra." "I'm not leave..." I hit the intercom button and told Donna to get security to remove Myra from my office and then I got up and walked out. I took the stairwell up to the fourth floor and then paced back and forth in the hallway until enough time had passed for Myra to have been escorted out of the building. When I got back to my office Donna told me that I might not want to hurry home after work. "She was pissed boss. She might be waiting for you with a frying pan meaning to decorate your head with it." The rest of the day passed by without incident and when I got off work, since I had nothing to hurry home to, I hit the bar just down the street from work. I stayed for two beers and then I headed on home to start packing. I was going to be pretty busy for the next couple of days. I wanted to get everything out of the house and into storage except for what I would need at Mike's apartment. I'd need to call him first thing in the morning and tell him I was going to take it. I'd need to get a motel or hotel room for the two weeks until he left for his overseas assignment. I'd need to stop at the bank and take care of the business of separating funds. I'd worry about getting an attorney sometime next week. The important thing for me was to be gone when Myra got home from her weekend. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I got home I was surprised to find my driveway and the street in front of my house full of parked cars. I had to park on the street two houses away. When I walked in the front door I heard a lot of conversation coming from the living room and when I got to the room I saw nine women sitting there. I recognized some of them from Myra's company Christmas party. All conversation stopped and nine sets of eyes swung toward me. Not having the slightest idea of what was going on I just said "Good evening ladies" and headed for the staircase to the upstairs. Myra, who apparently had been in the kitchen when I came in, came into the room just as I had put my first foot on the steps and said: "Wait a minute Tom; we need to talk to you in here." If it had just been Myra I would have ignored her and gone on up, but the "We need" grabbed my curiosity so I turned and went into the living room. Myra said, "I'm sure you remember Alice and she has something to say to you." I looked over at Alice and she said, "My husband belongs to the Fraternal Order of Eagles and they have dances once a month. Usually they have drawings for prizes at the dances and two weeks ago my husband won a weekend for two at the Belmont Plaza Spa. He didn't want to go so he told me to find someone to go with me. My problem was who could I ask without upsetting the ones I didn't ask so I called the spa and talked them into giving me a group rate and then I asked all the girls in the office if they wanted to go. The nine of us here and Myra said they wanted to go and we were all set to leave from work tonight when Myra told us of your problem. We are all here to see if we can fix it. According to Myra you believe she is sneaking off to meet some guy and we are all here to tell you that isn't true." I glanced around the room at the group and then said, "I think it is commendable that you have all rallied around Myra in her hour of need, but it is a misguided attempt on your part. I saw Myra misbehaving with my own eyes and I overheard her making plans to meet with a guy this weekend. She might have been going to go to the spa with you, but she wasn't going to be doing any of the rest of you would be doing. She would be spending her time hanging horns on me with the ass wipe who picked her up at the lounge." "That isn't true" Beverly March said. "We all knew what she was going to do to George. Myra told us before she ever did her first dance with him what she planned on doing to him." "What she was going to do to him?" "George is one of those dickheads who thinks he is God's gift to women. He is always hitting on the girls who come into the lounge. Myra thought it would be a kick to string him along and get him to buy drinks for us. She set him up. She led him along and when we planned our weekend she told him about it and led him to believe he could meet her there and they could have a wild weekend together. We all knew about it because Myra kept us clued in. A couple of us even hinted to him that Myra would hook up with him if he tried hard enough. We told him that she was ready to cheat on you because she found out you were cheating on her so she wanted to get even." "You expect me to believe this song and dance? I heard her arrange to meet him." "Yes Tom" Myra said, "You did hear me arrange to meet him, but did you hear where?" "No. I just heard you say you would meet him this weekend." Myra walked over toward me and handed me an envelope. "Read this" she said. I opened the envelope, took out a page and read it. It was a letter of confirmation listing all the names of the ten women in the room. I shrugged and said: "So what? This just says that you are going to be there, but I already knew that. You will be there and he will meet you there." "No he won't. The Belmont is in Riverton and Riverton is 163 miles from Addisville. Call the Red Roof Inn in Addisville and see if George Thomas has checked in yet. He should already be there anxiously awaiting my arrival. It will be a long wait because I won't show up. I would have been in Riverton by now with the rest of the girls if you would have just talked with me earlier. My friends gave up their weekend so they could help me." "Riverton is only an hour's drive so you can still have your weekend." "They don't want to go without me and I can't go leaving you here to think what you are thinking." "That's easy enough to take care of" I said and went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. I got directory assistance, got the phone number for the Red Roof Inn in Addisville and called. They confirmed that my' Uncle George' had arrived and checked in. Then I got directory assistance again and called the Belmont and asked if Mrs. Myra Walsh had arrived yet and was told that that she and her party hadn't yet arrived. Satisfied that I was getting the true story I went back to the living room and told them that Thomas was in Addisville. Myra "So you girls need to get on the road if you want to get there in time to get enough sleep before tomorrow." "I still think I need to stay home and mend some fences" Myra said. "No you don't. I made a lot of plans as to what I was going to do while you were off with Mr. Thomas and I'm going to need time to undo them all so I wouldn't be around much anyway" I said. But you could bet money on the fact that Myra and I were going to have a long talk when she got home. I was not at all pleased with what she had been doing while leading Mr. George Thomas on. "Are you sure you won't mind" Myra asked and I told her to leave and enjoy herself. Once the women were gone I sat down with a stiff drink of Mr. Jack Daniels best and thought about the situation. The question was did I really believe the story that was laid on me by the women? It could all be true of course, but it could have just as likely been planned that Myra would actually gone to Addisville instead of Riverton, but could she actually get nine other women to back her? To me it did not seem likely. Granted that Myra had worked with most of the nine for almost ten years, but in all that time I'd never seen her get close enough to any one of them to get them to lie for her let alone nine of them. I polished off my Jack and went to bed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning I called Mike and let him know that I wouldn't be taking his place after all. That done I went over to the IHOP for some breakfast. As I ate I wondered what to do with the rest of my weekend. I don't know where it came from, but I suddenly felt the need to have words with Mr. George Thomas. In my mind he was the kind of asshole who would shrug off Myra's not showing and decide that since he was already there and had already paid for a room he would stay and see if he could hook up with some woman. I called the Red Roof in and verified that 'my Uncle George' was still checked in. I finished my breakfast and pointed my car toward Addisville. As I drove I imagined my little face to face with 'Uncle George'. With any kind of luck I might be able to catch him alone with no witnesses around and I was smiling at the thought when I pulled into the parking lot of the Red Roof Inn. My smile disappeared before I could even get out of the car. There was a Bob Evans restaurant next to the Red Roof and I glanced that way as I reached for the door handle. The glance was just in time to see Myra come out of the restaurant with Thomas. Right behind her was Beverly March arm in arm with a man who was not her husband. I took my hand off the door handle, got out my cell, activated the camera and started taking pictures of the four of them as they headed back toward the Red Roof. I sat there for a minute or two and debated on what to do. I decided against a confrontation. Too public and while I fancied my chances against Thomas I couldn't be sure that Beverly's guy wouldn't jump in to help his buddy. No; I'd just go on home and start my scorched earth policy. I called Mike to see if his place was still available and he told me that it wasn't. I'd just have to settle for a motel until I could find something. I stopped at a U-Haul place on the way home and got a bunch of boxes to pack stuff in and when I got home I packed up to leave. It took four trips, but I had everything I wanted out of the house and in storage by nine that evening. Everything except the computer and printer. At nine-thirty I called Marv March and told him the story and asked if he would like a copy of the pictures I'd taken. I was not surprised at all when he said yes. I downloaded the photos from the phone into the computer and then emailed all nine to him. Then I got out the address book and called the husbands of the four of the nine that I had numbers for. I told them the story of what had happened and then told them that I hadn't seen their wives with Myra, but if their wives were willing to lie for Myra I wouldn't be at all surprised if she had something to hide that she might need Myra's help to cover up some day. The last thing I did before going to bed was to go online to my bank. Besides our joint checking and savings accounts I had a personal account that I used solely for business. All of my expense account checks went into it and all of my business expenses came out of it. I took all but a hundred dollars out of the checking and savings and moved it into my business account. I'd no doubt that I would have to give half of it back when I got the divorce going, but I felt good knowing that until that happened things were going to be really tight for Myra. Lastly I got on the phone and cancelled all of our joint credit cards. That left me with an American Express that I used for business and was in my name only. Myra had a Visa that was in her name only, but it only had a twenty-three hundred dollar limit and Myra was always pretty close to that limit. Satisfied with what I had done I went to bed and slept soundly. In the morning I took a last look around to see if there was anything that I missed. Then I printed out the pictures I'd taken in Addisville and spread them out on the kitchen table. I took my wedding ring off and placed it in the center of the table, took the computer and printer out and put them in the car. I took one last look around and then walked out the front door for the last time. By two I was checked into a motel and then I turned off my cell and went to a movie. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I called into work on Monday and told them I needed a day off for some personal business. I was at the bank when it opened and I verified that all of my internet transactions had gone through and then had my name removed from the joint account. Around four I turned my cell back on and surprise surprise I had a dozen missed messages and voice mails from Myra. I deleted them all and then turned the cell off again. That evening I hit a country/western bar I liked and there were several unattached ladies there and I drank and danced until eleven and then I headed for the motel for a good night's rest before going into work the next morning. I was not surprised when I got to work to find Myra sitting in her car waiting for me. I could have avoided her by driving around the block and going into the building through the loading dock, but I knew that I was going to have to have it out with her sooner or later so I decided to just get it over with. I pulled into my assigned parking space and in the side view mirror I saw Myra get out of her car and hurry toward me trying to get to me when I got out of the car, but before she had a chance to open her mouth I said: "I don't have any time for your bullshit right now Myra. Be at Carl's Lounge tonight at six and I'll give you fifteen minutes to tell me your lies." I walked away from her and she followed me into the building calling out "Wait Tom; wait a minute." I walked by the desk in the lobby and told Harry, the security guard, that Myra was to be denied access to the building and if she gave him any shit to call the cops on her. She was trying to get by Harry as I got onto the elevator and the door closed. I didn't know if Harry did call the cops on her, but deep down inside me I hoped that he did. When I got to my office Donna asked, "Where were you yesterday? That wife of yours apparently didn't believe me the half dozen times she called and I told her that you had taken the day off. She showed up here twice trying to get into your office to see if you were here. I had to call security to get her to leave." "She is apparently pissed that I'm so pissed off at her cheating on me that I moved out on her." "Temporary spat or you're done?" We are done." "When you are ready to date again let me know." "Why? I thought you and Gary were solid." "We are, but I know three or four girls who happen to think that you are pretty neat." "I'll keep that in mind, but I'm afraid that's going to be pretty far down the road. I won't do anything while I'm still married to her and I haven't even talked to a lawyer yet." "Just let me know when you are ready." I told her I would and then I got busy doing what they paid me to do. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I got to Carl's early so I could have a drink or three to fortify me for the meeting with Myra. I couldn't imagine what she had to say to me since I had the photos showing that she had lied to me, but I needed to shut her down. I couldn't have her constantly calling me at work or showing up there to cause a disturbance. At five to six I saw Myra come in, spot me and head for my booth. I sat there thinking "I'll bet the first words out of her mouth will be "It wasn't what you are thinking Tom" and I wasn't too far off. She sat down across from me and took a pull on the drink I'd ordered for her when I had ordered my last one and then said: "You are overreacting Tom. What you saw isn't what you think it was." "I said I'd give you fifteen minutes Myra. You can fill those minutes with lies, half-truths or facts. I don't care which, but I'm up and out of here in fifteen minutes and you are on the clock." "When we left the house I rode with Bev. We got to talking about the situation and she told me that she was of what Thomas might do the next time he saw me stop with the girls. We decided that it would be best if we drove to Addisville and just told Thomas that you had caught on to what was happening and confronted me over it. Then I'd tell him that I was sorry, but I couldn't risk my marriage by having any more to do with him. Bev called her brother who lives just outside Addisville and asked him to meet us at Bob Evans. She wanted him there if Thomas decided to get nasty or violent. When we got there I called George's room and asked him to meet me at the restaurant. When he showed up I told him that you had found out about us and told me that if I went through with things not to bother coming home. I told him I had decided that I couldn't lose my marriage over a fling. He took it surprisingly well and then Bev and I drove over to Riverton and joined the rest of the girls." "You really expect me to buy that cock and bull story?" "Why not? It's all true and I can prove it." "And just how in hell can you do that?" "First off you can call Bev's husband and he can verify that the man in the pictures with Bev is her big brother. Secondly" she said as she handed me her phone, "I know you Tom and I knew that even though you told me to go and have fun at the spa there would always be just a kernel of doubt in your mind. When we got to the spa I gave Bev my phone and I had her take pictures of me doing just what I told you I would be doing." I looked at her phone and damned if they didn't back up her story. While I had her phone I looked in the directory and found she had Bev's cell and home phone numbers. I called the home phone and Marv answered. After I identified myself I said: "I just talked to my wife and I guess I shit in my mess kit when I sent you those pictures." "No harm done. As soon as I saw them I knew that it was her brother. When she got home she told me what had gone on. You and Myra going to be okay?" "Yeah; I think so. We will have some talking to do, but I think we are good." I disconnected and handed Myra's phone back to her. "Are we okay" Myra asked. "Yes, but we are going to have a long talk once I get moved back in. I am not the least bit happy about the things you did with Thomas even if you were doing it just to string him along." "I realize that it was wrong and I swear to God I will never do it again. Will you come home with me now? We can worry about getting your stuff moved back in later. Right now I just need to get you home so I can show you how much you mean to me." I smiled at her and said, "Lead the way." Myra and Kylie It had been a long day at the office, and Kylie was ready to go home and rest; she had been running around all day, and was exhausted. Her ears perked when she heard the creaking of the door behind her open; another worker had been fired. "Kylie! Please step into my office!" her boss, Myra, barked. This wasn't good; any time someone was called into Myra's office, it was bad. "Yes ma'am." Kylie mumbled as she tood and entered the office, Myra closing the door behind her. "sit." Myra demanded as she stood over Kylie, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. As her command was carried out, Myra circled Kylie, criticising every detail of the woman with her eyes. "You are to stay after, once every one else has left" the lady stated, then dismissed Kylie. This had never happened before. No one had ever been asked to stay after, ever. Maybe Myra had heard about Kylie's infatuation with her, and she wanted a special firing. A million scenario's swarmed Kylie's mind as she tried to grasp the situation, and find out just what would happen, before it did. Kylie sat quietly and watched everything going on around her until finally, the last light went out, and she heard the door close and latch shut as it was locked. She had tears in her eyes as she waited, ready for the terrible news. Suddenly, the movement of Myra's shape in the shadows caught her attention. It had been slow, yet seemingly deliberate. Kylie stood at attention as Myra's figure approached her from the front of the room, across the entire area. "Y-you wanted to speak with me?" Kylie's shaky voice blurted out. Myra put her finger to Kylie's lips, her soft whisper catching Kylie's breath, "I don't believe words are necessary." and she moved her hand from Kylie's lips, along her cheek and down to her chin, pulling on it gently toward her dark office. Kylie couldn't see, but her irrational fear left her the moment she felt Myra's hot breath on her mouth, just before she felt the woman's lips press against hers, and her hand go 'round to her back as the other closed the door. Kylie was just a wee bit confused, for Myra had never shown any signs of liking her, or even just being gay of any type. She could, however, feel her hormones taking over as her hands began to travel Myra's body rather rapidly, her head spinning, and her mind reeling. Before she knew what was happening, Kylie found Myra's hands slowly moving her shirt, pushing it upward as her cold hands seemingly searched every inch of Kylie's hot skin, and she cried out in when the sudden change in temperature touched her. Myra let out a soft, quiet moan as she felt Kylie's hands approaching her breasts, and she smiled, using one of her hands to guide the girl's, her very own hands reaching the breasts of the other's, and playfully teasing the sensitive skin with her thumb through the bra. She smiled as she heard a low moan escape the precious lips of the younger, and she brought their lips together again, kissing her rather sweetly, then more passionately, her body suddenly hot with need for this lady, and her hands pushed the shirt they were toying with over Kylie's head. Kylie gasped as she felt her shirt lifting, and then again as it was thrown off, and suddenly her hormones, and all of her bottled up feelings came pouring out, and she pushed her hands up under Myra's shirt, removing her bra, and pulling her shirt just over her head in one swift movement. Before she even knew what she was doing, Myra pushed Kylie back into the wall, her hand and fingers frantically running up and down Kylie's bare chest and stomach, her tongue already inside of the other's mouth, her other hand holding Kylie's arms up. Kylie squealed quietly as she felt her back hit the wall, and her body being touched as none had ever touched her before. Her body trembled, for she had never been like this before, and though her mind reeled, she kissed back just as passionately, and nearly sloppily. She found herself removing Myra's shirt, as well, and then sucking along her neck softly, relishing in Myra's soft moans. She had a strange urge to turn that quite moan into a scream, and she bit into the flesh before her rather hard. Myra shrieked as she felt the teeth of the younger girl dig into her neck, and she could feel herself escalating as she began to rub the breasts at her hand rather vigorously, her other hand joining just moments later. As her hands pulled off the bra from the back, Myra pulled Kylie off of the wall, pushing her with some force onto the cleared desk. Kylie was not expecting to be laid down, but she followed suit obediently, and leaned up, pulling Myra's head down to her own as she kissed forcefully, her hands creeping toward the button on Myra's jeans. Myra could feel Kylie's hands searching, and she quickly climbed on top of her, straddling her lap as she leaned down, a smirk on her face, and sucked rather generously on each of the younger girl's nipples, her hands searching the pants for the zip. Kylie smiled into Myra's head, her nimble fingers pulling down Myra's already open jeans. She quickly brought her hands back up to the breasts of the woman, fondling them teasingly at first, and then more roughly. Myra could feel the pressure building inside of her, and she shoved the pants down, breaking the zip as she did so, and began grinding on the other, her need only growing with the extra contact. Kylie found herself sharing Myra's need, and moaning slightly as she felt the barely-clothed hips of hers being pressed against by similarly-covered hips. Her mind had been lost long before, and her fingers began tracing the vagina above her, her moans becoming grunts of animal need. Myra couldn't help herself, she pushed her fingers into Kylie's panties, brushing along her clit and then down to her lips, pulling at them a little, and briskly poking inside, to feel her wetness, before returning to rub the clit again. Myra moaned somewhat loudly as she felt her clit touched, and she quickly turned the tables, pushing Myra off, and down onto the floor, laying on top of her and pulling off the panties she was wearing as need gnawed at her body. She found herself teasingly licking the beautiful clit in front of her within moments, and then more hungrily. Myra was shocked, but it soon faded as she began to moan rather loudly as she could the small, warm mouth upon her dripping vagina. She hadn't been prepared for Kylie to take over, but she found that she--and her vagina-- rather enjoyed sharing the control. Kylie smiled at Myra's obvious pleasure, and she began sucking at the woman's clit, her teeth biting rather hard as she slipped a finger inside of Myra, pumping it in and out. Myra could feel herself begin to throb with pleasure, and tighten around Kylie's fingers, and she cried out, nearly yelling. Kylie smiled and, upon hearing the cry from Myra, rode out her orgasm, smiling in triumph and delight as Myra screamed in pleasure just toward the end. Just as Myra finished, she turned over, feeling the mouth and fingers leave her body as she climbed down and pushed three of her fingers inside of the already-tight vagina of Kylie's, pumping harder and more roughly than she had originally planned, and she licked and bit, sucking on occasion at it, just waiting for the orgasmic screech that was sure to come. And come it did, many minutes later, awarding Myra's hard work, and Kylie's had previously been awarded. They were nearly out of breath from their activities, and far too lazy to dress and return home, but they laid for several minutes before Myra stood and picked Kylie up, carrying her hot body to the doors that led onto the balcony, the nippy-cold air feeling wonderful against their hot bodies as she stood, Kylie in front of her against the fence. Neither felt any need to speak, but the unspoken message was clear; they had both enjoyed this meeting. Myra - English Version WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature. So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else. I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s). All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality... ***** I'm at the seaside, on a terrace, together with my ex-commander, his wife, a lieutenant and his wife, while I am... alone. We really get along well, but the wife of my ex-commander, like always, each and every summer, keeps on teasing me that I should, one way or another, give up my single status, since I am already in my twenties - early twenties, right - but I need to try to settle down, have a family, kids... Gosh! I always hate it when she starts talking about this, and she surely knows it very well... "What are you waiting for?!? All the good girls will get married! You'll just have to choose from a bunch of girls nobody else wanted, or, eventually, get married to a girl half your age, to have her call you daddy!"... I know that, by now, from how much booze she has swallowed, it's not her, anymore... I let her speak on, while my commander and the lieutenant are trying to pretend that they are not there... Gosh! Embarrassing moments, but I do know very well that, in fact, she really likes me - she's fond of me, and she really wants what's the best for me... Suddenly, she stops. "Now, big boy, I know that you can be discreet. If you look towards your right, you will see, at the other table, for six, on the diagonal, a pair of wonderfully blue eyes, held by a beautiful face, surrounded by an aura of blond curly hair - and I can bet that the curls are natural - who seems to have come with some friends of hers, but who doesn't have a partner. They are, just like us, two pairs and a single, with the difference that the single person there, is this beauty"... She pauses, letting me focus the "target", then she continues: "I have seen her going to the toilet, so that I can assure you that the rest, hidden now by the table, is just as beautiful - so, don't sit here like a bag of potatoes! Move your ass and invite her to dance! And... young man, don't you dare lead her back at her table before the orchestra sings, at least, one blues!"... I reply, in a very military style, that I have received and understood her orders, so that I shall follow them within seconds... The commander and the lieutenant start laughing, trying to smooth things for all of us... Now, what can I say? The girl is really beautiful, which makes me wonder how come that she's alone over here... Meanwhile, I must move quickly, before my commander's wife starts talking again! I raise, approach their table, and, very politely, I excuse myself towards her companions, asking for permission to invite the young lady to dance with me. All the five of them start looking at one another, until, one of the ladies starts speaking in French, explaining to me that they don't speak or understand Romanian... Fuck! That's a big surprise, since from their attitude I just haven't guessed that they may be strangers! Anyway, I immediately recompose myself, then start talking again, this time in French. It's their time to be surprised. In just a few words, I find myself on the dancing ring, thanking God that I haven't swallowed as much booze as I usually do, when meeting my ex commander... In the corner of my eye, I can see my ex commander approaching the chief of the orchestra, and, whispering something to him... Now, the usual style is that, after three "agitated" songs, the orchestra, usually, gives the dancers a break, singing a blues... Gosh! In just a few minutes I realize that they have been instructed to let us sweat like pigs... Truth is, that when I was young, I've used to be a really good dancer... Finally, the guys in the orchestra seem to have pity of us, so that they start a blues... The only problem is that this blues seems to never end, since they just jump from one tune to another... All this combination lasts about twenty minutes, so that I have time enough to find out that the girl is named Myra and that she is Canadian... Gosh! This will be a really big surprise for my military friends, since, according to the regulations here, they are not aloud to have any kind of contacts with foreigners... We are living in the Ceausescu era!... After the prolonged collection finishes, the orchestra takes a break, so that I lead Myra back at her place, thanking her, and to the rest of her friends... When I reach my friends and take a seat, I start explaining to them the "situation"... As I've mentioned before, my ex commander's wife is... tipsy already, so that she calls for the waiter, and orders him two bottles of champagne to be brought at the Canadian table... Well, bottles, glasses, opening, pouring... Then they turn towards us, making the sign of cheers... We also raise our glasses, but now it's the moment when Myra waves her hand towards me, obviously inviting me to join them... Fuck! This wasn't planned! And, of course, again, my commander's wife: "Now, young man, since you've been so obviously invited, just move your bag of potatoes over there, and, if I don't see you until next summer... no problem!" Anyway, I raise and go at the "Canadian" table, where I start a cozy conversation with everybody, while Myra insists to pour a glass of champagne for me, in spite of the fact that the waiter is trying to do his best to assume this task himself... Of course the waiter is old enough to know that if a woman wants something, then you should let her do as she pleases, especially when, as a waiter, you expect, at the end, a nice tip!... Now, I also do have a problem, since, after so much booze, I don't intend to make some stupid mistake, so that I excuse myself and go to the toilet... Two fingers, well placed, deep down my throat, let me eliminate, not only the booze, but, probably, even the food that I've been eating two months ago!... Well, I finish what I've been doing, then, cautiously, get out from the cabin, wash my face and hands, comb my hair with my hands, then... back at the Canadian table... Now, ladies and gentlemen, according to my style, I can start eating and drinking again! We're having a nice chat, while the orchestra arranges their instruments and starts singing again... This time, Myra is the one who asks me to take her to dance... I cannot tell, with a certain precision, but, most probably, we've been dancing for an hour, or so... After the following break, I am informed by the waiter that my friends want to have me at their table for a minute, or so... He doesn't tell me this in Romanian, but in French, making sure that everyone at the table has heard and understood... When I reach there, they all raise, we shake hands, kiss good bye with the ladies, then... I go towards the Canadians... As usual, both guys, my friends, wish me "good luck and good fuck", while their wives protest, telling them that they are... pigs!... Honestly, I am embarrassed, since, normally, I should have left the restaurant together with my friends... I don't need to speak a word - Myra is coming towards me, grabbing my hand, and, this time, leading me towards the dance floor... As I can see, she has sensed my embarrassed position, plus that she has found a way to take me out from it!... Furthermore, after a few dances, she tells me that she would be real happy if I took her on the beach... The dialogue is slick, quick and simple... I shake hands with the group, then... good bye!... We do take a real long stroll on the shore of the sea... It so happens that her boyfriend has... died in a motorcycle accident, while I... do look very much alike with her deceased friend... ... We walk - and talk - like crazy... At around four o'clock in the morning, we find a place to sit and watch the sunrise... Myra has been very clear - she doesn't want to have sex with me, and, also, I can always go mind my own business... Now, after hearing her story, plus the atmosphere around everything, who the heck wants to have sex?!? Still, I'm just wondering - does she just use me as a toy for her bad feelings?... It's almost four o'clock in the morning, when, I simply stop her, embrace her, there, on the beach, in the middle of nowhere, and kiss her... We seem to be real good at it, both of us, since we stay like that, embraced, and with our mouths working up each other, until... the sun has raised!... What can I tell you?!? That my dick is hard as a spile?!? That my precum has already, probably, formed a spot that can be seen including on my summer trousers?!? That I feel like taking, as a caveman, this young sexy woman and hide her behind some bushes on the beach?!? That, at almost six o'clock in the morning she leaves me in a little park, beside her hotel, asking me to, by all means, wait for her, even if I have to stay on that cursed bench for hours?!?... Luckily, I still have a few cigarettes left, so that I sit, smoke, and... wait!... I know that nobody knows shit, but, still, I feel embarrassed when people start passing me by, going to the beach, for the very early sun rays... I feel so embarrassed, that I simply avoid looking towards them, until I feel the approach of a rather large beach bag, landing beside me, on the bench... When I look towards the owner of the bag, I almost cannot recognize the lady, with a large pair of sun glasses, a very thin blouse, slightly hiding her bra, with a reeeealy short skirt, barely hiding her panties, and... that really large hat, hiding into a shadow everything that I was familiarized with, regarding her face... She simply takes a sit on the bench beside me, grabs a pack of cigarettes that I've never heard about, takes one, awaits for me to give her a light, then starts explaining to me, in English, this time, that she's spoken to a friend of hers, one of the girls who was at the table the previous night, that she intends to stay with me for the rest of the day, and that, latest at six o'clock in the evening, she will, eventually, leave a message at the reception for her, so that she wouldn't worry... I cannot even remember what I've been mumbling, but, anyway, she declares herself satisfied with my English - now, as a secret - in fact, it so happens that I do speak a much better English than French... The reason of all this is that she doesn't want to feel like "cheating" her deceased boyfriend, with whom she was speaking in French, since they were both Quebequoise!... Gosh! Why do I feel a chill up my spine, pushing me to leave this girl and go at my hotel?!?... But... no! I'm a grown up man! I simply lead my "girlfriend" towards my hotel, take advantage of the fact that the key of the room is in my hand purse, avoiding to have contact with any receptionist, on our way towards the elevators... In my room, she insists to take off her clothes by herself, but I cannot avoid noticing that she's got a large cotton pad protecting her panties from getting wet... And... she's real wet, since, as she confesses, she hasn't had sex since her boyfriend has died, more than six months ago... She's never stopped being on the pill, as she tells me, so that, after making love, not fucking, we just finish together, in an explosion of joy and lust... Should I tell you that, after taking a shower, we get dressed, then, when almost reaching the exit of my hotel room, she simply grabs me by the hand, and makes me land on the bed, then takes my clothes off, this time having me like a cow girl, and making love to me, for more than an hour, until, even if I don't usually ejaculate while laying on my back, I simply explode, while she responds to my reaction with a huge orgasmic explosion?... Should I tell you that all these hours our only food or drink have only been parts of our bodies?!? And please don't think about sucking the cock or licking the cunt! Just lips, neck, and, from my side, licking some nipples!... We are simply enjoying the old fashioned vaginal sex, with no kinky "spicing" involved!... The only kinky stuff, to say so, is that every time I ejaculate, she starts telling me how eager she is to have my kids into her womb, to make her become the mother of my children, which, as we know very well, is not really possible, with her being on the pill... Anyway, all this combination of feelings and acts makes us leave the room somewhere in the afternoon, probably at four or five... We do reach her hotel close to six o'clock in the evening, and she simply goes to the reception, asks for a sheet of paper and a pen, writes something, then... gone we are! We are already dressed in our swimming suites, so that getting undressed and rushing towards the black sea is a matter of only a few minutes... The water is warmer than the air, so that we swim and play for more than an hour... Getting out of the water makes us both freeze, but fortunately, she's got a huge towel, so that I frantically dry her, then I dry myself... Believe it, or not! We keep on making love for ten days, with nothing but vaginal sex, loving and caressing each other, until the day she has to leave for the airport... We've been only eating once per day - very consistent - steaks and whatever! But, in rest, just sex and some bathing in the water of the sea - even my parents got somewhat confused, since they knew that I used to make a phone call, from time to time, just telling them that I was all right... Yes, I'm not a teenager anymore, but a phone call does not hurt!... Frankly, I've never seen this girl taking her pill - in fact, I wasn't following her - but now, at fifty four, I'm just wondering... If there has been a child, a he or a she, I just hope that she/he has a wonderful life!... Myra's Misdemeanour Myra was as cheerful as usual when she arrived at the offices of Hartley's Discount Stores. There she did the part time office cleaning job that was making it possible for her pay her way through college. The offices were closed now and she would be on her own, but she was used to that, especially because it allowed her to do her job in her own way without anyone leaning over her shoulder, and that's the way she liked it. She would always do her work properly anyway, if only because the job was essential to her student finances. She never skimped or rushed, and even, on the odd occasions when she wanted to finish early, discreetly recruited Carla, her friend and part time lover, to help her. She thrust her key home, frowning slightly to herself when she found the door unlocked but then shrugging her shoulders and making her way inside. Someone must be working late but that didn't matter, no doubt she would come across them as she worked her way through the various rooms. Thinking no more of it, she went to her closet, and changed into her work clothes, settling her mass of gorgeous wavy black hair over the collar of her overall before beginning her round. Soon she was lost in her work and all thoughts of someone else being in the building faded - until she reached the executive office. She pushed into the room, her arms full of polish and dusters and with her vacuum trundling behind her, and stopped dead. There, in his big leather chair, sat Jacob Hartley, the big boss himself, the founder and owner of the company, his hands resting motionless on the desk in front of him as if in quiet contemplation. 'Oh, sorry Mr Hartley, I'll come back in a bit.' 'No Myra. Come in. It's you I wanted to see.' She stood for a moment in surprised confusion, wondering what why he would want to see her. This had never happened before. Normally her duties and performance were handled by the office manager, not by the big chief himself. He rose from his chair and indicated another across the desk in front of him. 'Sit down, Myra. We need to have a little talk.' She sat down obediently, her heart beginning to hammer with anxiety. Jacob Hartley resumed his seat and leaned on his forearms on the desk a stern expression on his usually amiable brown face. 'We trust you, Myra. That's why we let you hold a key to the building. You know that there are some things here that have large monetary value, and other things that possess significant commercial worth, and we trust you not to steal or copy them.' Myra wasn't sure where this was headed. She had clearly done something wrong, although theft certainly wasn't it. He continued. 'So we are rather concerned to discover that you have been allowing a stranger into the premises when you're supposed to be here alone. How can we be sure that our competitors aren't gaining confidential information if you bring other people in without our permission?' So that was it. She had been found out. Somehow Carla must have been seen either entering or leaving and now she was in trouble. She hoped and prayed she wouldn't lose her job. She needed the money, really needed the money, to survive, and in a college town any part time work was at a premium. 'I'm sorry Mr Hartley, really I am.' 'I imagine you are.' Jacob Hartley nodded at Myra's forlorn expression. 'But it really is a very serious matter, and it's certainly not something we can just ignore.' 'But she was with me all the time she was here, I promise you.' 'Yes, I know that.' He smiled at the look of surprise and bewilderment that flitted across Myra's face. 'And if you're wondering how I know, then I'll show you.' He stood and reached a laptop from the book shelves behind him, placing it carefully on the desk and booting it into life. Satisfied that he had found what he wanted he spun it to face Myra, and then walked around the desk to stand behind her, sharing her view. On the screen was a picture of the office they were in, empty and silent. He reached over her and clicked the laptop, bringing the picture to life. Myra gasped as she suddenly realised that she was seeing footage from a security camera hidden somewhere in this very office. She glanced up to her right to where she estimated the camera must be, but she could see nothing besides the files and folders that were stacked on the shelves. She closed her eyes briefly and groaned inwardly at what she knew was to come. On screen both she and Carla entered the office, flitting around jerkily as the picture ran on fast forward, Carla vacuum cleaning the carpets and emptying the bins while Myra dusted and polished, both moving as if in an old silent movie. 'So, exactly who is that white girl you have with you, the one to whom you give access to my private office without a second thought?' 'Her name's Carla, she's a friend of mine. But she was never on her own here, honestly Mr Hartley.' Soon the two figures were finished and they could be seen collecting their gear together. Jacob Hartley leaned forward again and changed it to normal speed, his hands moving to rest on Myra's shoulders as if to hold her in her seat. 'You know what happens now, don't you?' Myra nodded mutely, her dark skin darkening further with embarrassment. She watched herself move around to the end of the desk, facing the unseen camera, and rest her bottom on the desk, parting her legs to compensate for her height. Carla came to her and stood between her knees as they embraced, kissing long and passionately. Myra felt sick, understanding that she was watching what Mr Hartley must already have watched and knowing exactly what he had seen. It wasn't having their behaviour captured that bothered her so much, she was by nature a bit of an exhibitionist and would sometimes get a kick from being seen, but it was the fact that they had thought themselves in private and had behaved accordingly. But then, she had to admit, they only had themselves to blame, because a security camera in their main office was a precaution many firms took and she should have realised. The computer showed them kissing again, longer and more deeply, Carla's hands disappearing between them. Myra remembered that moment, that was when Carla took the lead for once, unbuttoning her overall and pushing a hand down inside the front, seeking and finding her cleft while her tongue explored Myra's mouth. That wasn't visible from the camera's viewpoint, but Myra could remember how quickly she had moistened, how she had opened her legs just a little further to allow the probing fingers in. And she also knew that what followed would be visible to the camera, very, very visible. She turned her face away, not wanting to see herself in such a compromising position, but the hands on her shoulders moved to nudge her face back towards the front. There was, it seemed, to be no escaping her shame. Carla's hands were now pushing her overall from her shoulders, quickly and expertly undressing her, unhooking her bra to let it fall into at her feet, dipping briefly to remove her thong. A quick kiss and then Carla's clothes followed Myra's, so that the two girls stood together naked and kissed again, white against brown, white hands urgently exploring a brown body while brown hands clutched fiercely around white shoulders. 'So you like girls?' Her employer's voice broke into Myra's humiliation. She nodded silently, staring dejectedly at the screen. 'I didn't hear you.' 'Yes.' She whispered. 'Just girls? Or do you like men as well.' 'Both.' 'Good.' Myra tried to look up in alarm, the implications of what he might be thinking suddenly beginning to register, but his firm hands kept her facing the screen. 'Don't look away. It gets better. But then you know that, don't you?' She didn't reply, couldn't reply, as she watched Carla's gesticulated instruction and her own nodded, smiled assent. Carla moved the trays and diaries from the desk to the floor while she lifted her bottom onto the desk and then shuffled herself backwards until she could lie flat along the cleared top with her legs wide, her clean shaven pussy clearly visible to the camera. For a few moments Carla just stood and gazed at her pussy, and Myra felt again the thrill of being stared at, but then she dragged the heavy chair from behind the desk, placed it squarely in front of Myra's widespread legs and sat on it. 'A bit disrespectful, to use my chair like that, don't you think?' 'Yes Mr Hartley.' Myra could feel herself trembling faintly under his hands, and was angry with herself for showing the weakness. She was sorry for doing what they had done, and especially for getting caught, and she was scared of losing her job with its much needed income. But she was also very much aware of how sexy she looked spread like that on top of her boss's desk, and her trembling was partially caused by the dampness she could feel between her legs. This sort of embarrassment always had that effect on her, dammit, nearly as much as having people looking at her naked. 'You shave your pussy.' It was a statement rather than a question, but she answered anyway. 'Yes Mr Hartley.' 'Why?' That was a direct question that required a straight answer, and her reluctant reply was barely more than a whisper. 'Because my girlfriend told me to.' 'And you have pierced your nipples, did she tell you to do that too?' 'Yes, Mr Hartley.' 'So you believe in doing as you are told? Now that's interesting.' Myra didn't answer, she could almost hear the cogs in his mind working, and she could guess what conclusion they would come to. She closed her eyes briefly at the prospect. Meanwhile on the laptop things had moved on inexorably. Carla had leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Myra's outspread thighs and pulled her close and was now lowering her face to her pussy. Myra watched in fascination, the sensations flooding back as she saw the back of Carla's head begin to move up and down in time to the tongue that was running along her slit. She'd not seen herself on film before, and the look of pure pleasure on her face made her smile in spite of her circumstances. 'Nice, was it?' His voice sounded breathless in her ear. 'You enjoyed what she was doing?' 'Yes, Mr Hartley.' She nodded, her eyes glued to the scene before her. They both watched quietly for a few minutes, both of them breathing more quickly now because of what they were seeing, and Myra also because of being made to watch it. Being coerced into something always added spice to any kind of sex as far as she was concerned. She watched her own face muscles begin to tighten and her eyes begin to close and she knew that if there had been sound she would have been heard moaning loudly under the influence of Carla's tongue. She had come like an express train, the intensity of her orgasm magnified by the unusual setting, and now she was actually seeing it happen. On screen her eyes squeezed shut and her head tipped back as the climax hit her. She hadn't realised just how much she had arched her back, or how she had grabbed at the desk top with clawed fingers, even though she could remember Carla gripping her thighs almost brutally in an effort to keep her still. 'You are an extremely responsive girl, I can see.' 'Thank you Mr Hartley.' It wasn't anything she had expected him to say, and her reply had been automatic, as was the little glow of pride she felt. They were both breathing just a little more heavily from the arousing effects of what they had been watching and his grip on her shoulders had tightened to the point of discomfort. She wondered how far he would let the recording run for before he tried it on with her. That, after all, must be the reason for him making her watch it, and he must have realised that it was getting to her now as well as to him. She wondered too what her reaction would be. The recorded images of the girls were panting too, especially that of Myra as she tried to get her breath back after her climax, while Carla seemed to be waiting impatiently for her to recover. A raised hand signalled Myra's readiness and she laid herself flat while Carla climbed onto the desk with her to kneel straddled over her face. Myra had always loved this, to be lying on her back and to have a girl kneel over her and lower herself onto her face. She watched, hearing Mr Hartley breathing in her ear, and remembered Carla's scent as her wet pussy descended onto her tongue. She knew that Carla had reacted well; she had heard her pleasure noises and felt her urgent shudders. But now she could actually see her friend with her eyes closed, her hands gripping and tugging at her own nipples as she rubbed herself onto Myra's face. 'I think we've seen enough, don't you?' Jacob Hartley leaned over and closed the programme, disappointing Myra in a totally unexpected way by robbing her of the chance to see Carla actually come, though of course she daren't say so. 'Yes Mr Hartley.' 'Now, the point is, what are we going to do about your misdemeanour?' 'I don't know, My Hartley.' She didn't care, as long as it didn't involve dismissing her. 'I think we'll hold a disciplinary meeting and decide then.' It was said as if the decision was made all of a sudden. 'Yes Mr Hartley. If you say so.' He released her shoulders and went to sit in his chair, the one that Carla had used so effectively, taking out a memo pad and scribbling on it briefly before folding the page and passing it to Myra. 'Present yourself at this address instead of coming here when you're next scheduled to work.' He put his hand up as Myra opened her mouth to object. 'Don't worry, it will count as work and you'll be paid just the same, unless of course you decide not to attend. But if you don't turn up it will be assumed that you no longer wish to work for us and you'll have effectively dismissed yourself, do you understand?' Myra nodded, her mind and heart both racing. She could see from the memo that the address was a private house in a wealthy suburb and she wondered what he had in store for her. Clearly it was not to be a normal disciplinary hearing and she could think of only one other thing it might be. She didn't want to go to bed with her boss, she shuddered at the thought, but if that's what it took to keep her job, then that's what it took. Even so, she pondered it all the way home, sometimes deciding that as reasonably fit forty something he wouldn't be too bad, there were only a few grey curls among his wiry black hair and his body looked fairly solid enough. But then at other times she was thinking that no way was she going to forced to have sex with someone against her will, except that, and it was a big exception, the very fact of the compulsion was making her contrarily want to do it -- if that's what he really had in mind. By the time she was due to go she had made her decision. She would go through with whatever he had in mind, but if he came on too strong, or wanted anything too kinky, then to hell with the job. The address turned out to be a large modern brick built multi bedroomed house in about half an acre of neatly mown lawn and surrounded by a high pyrachanthus hedge. It was not the most inviting of homes and Myra stood on the street looking at it for a while and wondering what she might be letting herself in for before she finally got up the nerve to go and knock on the door. Even the reproduction knocker sounded forbidding to her anxious ears as it echoed through the door. To Myra's surprise it wasn't her boss who answered the door, but a tall blonde white woman who looked to be in her early thirties. She had a willowy, hour glass figure, with pale blue eyes and the sort of fragile, china doll good looks that can so often conceal a strong and determined woman. 'Come in, Myra, go straight along.' She hadn't met the woman before as far as she knew, but she clearly knew who she was answering the door to. Only one of the doors off the hall was open and it was towards that one that she was ushered. She walked slowly and rather nervously, standing at the doorway when she got there, unsure if she should go through. 'Come in Myra, you're exactly on time, and that will go in your favour.' That voice belonged to Jacob Hartley, and he was standing with two hands resting on the back of a chair in much the same way as they had rested on her shoulders in the office. She shivered nervously from the memory as she looked around what turned out to be a dining room. There were two others in the room, a tall, well built and swarthy complexioned man of around thirty with wavy dark hair and a slightly older black woman. 'Let me introduce you to Helen,' He indicated the blonde woman, 'and her husband Grant, who is my accountant. And not least also to Nina, my lovely wife.' Nina was indeed lovely, slim, poised and petite, and very, very dark, almost genuinely black, but with a wide gap toothed smile that welcomed Myra and looks that revealed her East African birthright. Myra's gaze went from one to the other of them but she remained silent, not sure if she should speak or not. Her boss had offered no explanation for their presence, and she didn't like to ask. 'Take a seat.' He pointed at a chair on the opposite side of the table to himself. Myra sat, finding herself clinging anxiously to the edge of the seat, her eyes watching the others arrange themselves opposite her. 'Myra.' He began without preamble. 'When you were issued with a key to the office you were told that under no circumstances were you to lend it to anyone, to let anyone else make use of it, weren't you?' She nodded miserably, seeing her position under serious threat. 'There is no doubt that you broke that rule, for the proof is on that recording. You did allow someone to make use of it, and the fact that you were also present doesn't alter that.' To his side Helen gave Myra a tiny smile of amused encouragement, as if to let her know that all was not yet lost, even though the next words seemed to shatter that possibility. 'We simply cannot allow that to happen, it is and must always be an automatic dismissal offence.' Myra felt the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She couldn't afford this. 'However.' She looked up, eager to hear the 'however'. 'However, we are willing to consider your reinstatement under certain conditions.' 'Anything, Mr Hartley.' She had completely forgotten her earlier reservations in her panic to hold on to her job. 'Say that when you've heard our conditions.' He leaned forward and looked at her intently. 'First I must inform you that you may walk away at any time, but that if you do then your position with this company will be instantly forfeit. Do you understand?' Myra nodded, not quite sure where things were headed. 'We intend that you shall be disciplined and that you shall then be given a chance to prove that you can obey instructions. If you impress us, then you may remain in our employ, but if you don't...' He let the words trail away. 'We don't intend to discipline you in the usual modern way, with written warnings or a docking of salary, but in a more traditional, personal manner. In other words you will receive a spanking which will be administered by Helen. After that we will appraise your willingness to obey instruction and during that you must submit to whatever we ask of you. I must inform you that it will involve acts similar to those you committed on my desk.' He was so obviously setting up a pretext to misuse her and he must have seen her jaw drop open with dismayed realisation, and known that she was about to protest. 'Don't bother telling us that employers aren't allowed to do that sort of thing these days, because if you do then I'll remind you that employees are not allowed to screw their girlfriends across my desk either. And, I might add, if you decide to report my offer, nobody here will ever agree that it was ever made. Understand?' Myra's Misdemeanour 'Yes Mr Hartley.' She felt like a rabbit in the headlights, not knowing which way to run. 'We are going to leave you alone for five minutes now. When we return you will either no longer be here, in which case your employment will be terminated, or you will have undressed ready to receive your punishment.' Again she gaped at him again in disbelief. 'Yes, undressed, completely and totally undressed. Did you think Helen was going to spank you over your clothing?' He cocked his head questioningly. 'You have five minutes to decide.' With that they all filed silently from the room, leaving Myra with her terrified thoughts. For a couple of minutes she stood stock still, unable to decide what to do. She couldn't let this happen to her, but she didn't want to be out of work either. Her eyes kept fitting to the door and the way out and yet her fingers were constantly going to the front of her blouse and dropping back. She knew she should walk out of the door and give them the finger and she couldn't figure out why she didn't, until she recognised that old familiar tickle between her legs, a tingle that betrayed the first slight moistening and opening of her pussy. The idea was turning her on. She didn't understand why it was, she just knew it was. Okay, why not? She'd been spanked before several times, and, she had to admit, rather liked it. The chance to try it again and at the same time to show off her body to her boss and his very attractive wife, as well as two complete strangers, was strangely tempting. She didn't understand that either, but she could feel her breathing deepen with her excitement. Should she do it?' But what then? What did they have in mind for her? He had told her that it would be in line with her previous act, but that left many possibilities, not all of which she would be able to tolerate. Could she do it, could she submit so completely? Her hardening nipples and tingling pussy answered that for her. After all they had promised that she could leave at any time, so she could always refuse to do anything they might want if it was too much, although that would mean the end of her job. She took a deep breath, shivered from fear tinged with genuine excitement, and began to unbutton her blouse. When they returned she was completely naked and standing with her arms by her side and her head lowered, her clothes neatly folded and stacked on the table. 'Good. I'm glad you've decided to accept our terms. We really didn't want to lose you as an employee.' There was note of deep satisfaction and of anticipation in her boss's voice. 'We will take you to our playroom now and Helen will administer your punishment.' The mention of a 'playroom' almost made Myra burst out in a nervous giggle. The seemingly innocent word seemed so inappropriate in circumstances that were making her shiver with fear. But when Helen reached out for her hand she gave it willingly enough, allowing herself to be led from the room and up the stairs, followed by the other three, acutely aware that they were lagging behind simply so that they could gaze up at her naked bottom and catch a glimpse of her pussy. The room turned out to be a normally decorated bedroom rather than anything either salacious or ominous, although it was rather sparsely furnished with little more than a king sized bed without duvet or pillows, a chair, and a couple of chests of drawers. She looked around puzzled, having expected a much more sinister décor, her expression and darting eyes giving away her thoughts. 'You were expecting some sort of dungeon I suppose.' 'Yes, Mr Hartley, kind of.' 'No, we're not into that sort of lifestyle. To us the word 'playroom' had a less sinister meaning.' He paused. 'I'd better explain. We are swingers. Nina and I enjoy meeting and playing with other couples like Grant and Helen here for fun and games, and rather than use our marital bed which we like to keep private, we maintain this room for us all to play in. This is our playroom and here there are no restrictions other than those imposed by law, so anything goes with anybody who consents, and pretty much any kind of activity might happen at times, and it's not limited to any one type. Yes, we go in for a little bondage and discipline at times, but there are no Masters or Mistresses here, even though we do enjoy the occasional spanking and such like.' Helen laughed. 'You enjoy the occasional spanking, you mean.' He had the good grace to smile ruefully. 'Maybe so, but it's been known for others to join in. And you do enjoy administering them.' He looked at Myra, replacing the grin with a deliberately stern face. 'Myra, just to confirm, you understand that you can leave any time you want, but if you do then it will be permanent?' 'Yes Mr Hartley.' He frowned at her. 'There are actually two rules in this room. One is that we only address each other by our first names, that keeps things informal. So call me Jacob whilst we're in here. Usually the other rule is simply that no means no, but for you that rule is suspended and replaced with the facility for you to just leave. Your time here is intended for punishment, not necessarily enjoyment.' 'I won't walk away, Jacob.' Even as she said it, using his unfamiliar given name, she wondered how much truth there was in the confident statement. 'Very well. We shall see' He looked round at Helen. 'She's all yours. Make her fit to employ for a second time without us having to worry that she'll do the same thing again.' Helen came behind her, took hold of her upper arms and steered her to stand in front of a full length wall mirror. In the mirror Myra saw Helen looking up as she manoeuvred her into place, and she glanced up herself, feeling goose bumps rise on her naked skin at the sight of two hooks let into the ceiling about four feet apart. Leaving her in position Helen went to a chest and opened the top drawer, rummaging around for a moment and then extracting two leather cuffs with short lengths of chain attached. Myra looked at her in trepidation, realising exactly what they were for. 'Hold out your hands.' Myra did as she was told, staring at her wrists as Helen encircled them with the black leather restraints, pulling them tight and buckling them in place before raising Myra's wrists one at a time and hooking the chains onto the ceiling hooks, leaving her semi-suspended. Myra was already effectively immobilised but Helen was not yet finished. Now she fetched a spreader bar of about three feet or so in length with similar shackles at each end, and did the same to Myra's ankles, so that her legs were held wide apart and her whole body was spread out in a starfish position. Myra waited, acutely aware of how vulnerable she was and feeling very frightened as well as unexpectedly thrilled with her situation. She stared into the mirror, tense and apprehensive but with her jaw firmly set, determined not reveal her feelings her until her spanking was over. She would endure it, even possibly enjoy it, but she would not let her humiliation show. The first smack caught her by surprise while she was still thinking about her circumstances, making her gasp with the sudden pain and jerk forward instinctively. Helen's hand had landed sharply across her bottom and it stung, but it was bearable. Eleven more smacks followed, she knew because she counted them, alternating from one side to the other, her cheeks stinging ferociously until her bottom felt to be on fire, and she gasped out loud to each one. Then it stopped, and after she had waited a short while Myra began to relax, thinking she had got away more lightly than she had expected. 'Oh no!' Helens voice came sharply but from a distance away. 'We're not finished yet.' Myra looked into the mirror to see Helen reaching into the drawer once again, unsure within herself if she should be fearful or pleased that her spanking wasn't yet over. She had rather liked being the centre of attention, enjoying the awareness of other people's gaze wandering over her body, and she enjoyed the strange discomfort and shame of being spanked, but she didn't want to feel real pain, not real pain, and she was certain that was what Helen had in mind. Helen straightened and came back to her, standing between her and the mirror and holding out a tawse, a leather strap about twenty inches long with one end split into three separate fingers. 'I don't see why I should have to hurt my hands just to discipline you, do you? Smacking you was just to get you warmed up, just like an athlete warms up for the main event, and this strap is the main event.' She held them up in front of Myra's face, showing her the supple dark brown leather as if in threat. Myra stared at them in alarm, genuine fear drying her mouth and making her shiver. Helen's unconcerned, matter of fact manner was driving home again to her just how defenceless and vulnerable she was in her wide displayed position. Helen picked up her tawse and sauntered back around Myra, seemingly deliberately taking her time as if to prolong the agony of dread. Myra closed her eyes and set herself again, nervously waiting for whatever lay ahead. She waited tense and fearful for what seemed an age, before she began to wonder what was happening and, wanting it all to be over, her eyes flickered open. To her amazement she could see in the mirror that the others were all undressing, shedding their clothes with the ease of people well used to each others nudity. Even as she watched Nina stepped from her panties, letting them drop to the floor beside her and then standing to smile at Myra's reflection, displaying her very trim body without any sign of reticence or shyness. Myra stared back at the small dark brown breasts with their black nipples and felt an unanticipated surge of arousal run through her. With her flat belly, slender limbs and flawless skin, Nina was truly beautiful. She pulled her eyes away and looked at the mirrored images of the other three, all now rather naked or almost so. If there ever had been any doubt before about what was to happen, it was completely dispelled now. She was to be involved in what appeared to be some kind of orgy. But then, she reminded herself, she had already been informed that they were all swingers. 'Prepare yourself.' Helen's words brought her sharply back into focus, pulling her attention from the two erections now on display to the imminent feel of leather on her bare skin. She planted herself as squarely as her captive position would allow and waited, trembling slightly. She tensed as she sensed the woman move to stand behind her. The leather tawse landed with a distinct thwack across the firm flesh of her bottom, and it hurt, it really hurt. She cried out sharply and jolted forward, pulling at the shackles around her wrists as she instinctively jerked away from the source of her pain. 'Stay still.' Helen's instruction was easier said than obeyed, but Myra set herself again and waited the second stroke. She wasn't sure how many of them she could cope with, but now at least she knew what to expect. She could, she reminded herself, always walk away from both the punishment and her employment, if someone would release her. She gritted her teeth, determined to hold onto her job. The sound of the second stroke and the pain came together, a deep burning sting that echoed the bleakness of the sound. Again she jerked forward a little, but this time she managed to control herself and recover immediately into her position. She didn't want to do this, erotic spanking pain was one thing, but this was punishment pain and it was becoming too strong to be pleasurable. More strokes came, landing on alternating cheeks, each making Myra gasp and recoil with the hurt, until she was leaning forward, held upright only by the hooks above her. She couldn't help herself, self preservation made her automatically move away from the stroke even as she felt it coming. She clenched her fists, closed her eyes and waited. Then, unexpectedly, a soft hand touched her bottom, moving gently over her tender flesh, stroking and caressing her, exploring her. 'Your immediate punishment will soon be over, and then I promise you, the rest of the evening will be more pleasant.' Helen's voice came as soft as her touch. The rest of the evening? How long was this to go on for? The hand dipped between her cheeks, sliding edgeways down her crack, hinting at what the voice had promised as it made a tiny contact with her pussy lips. She felt Helen's breasts make contact with her back as the woman leaned closer, hard nipples sliding briefly along her spine and making her shiver. Fingertips fondled her pussy, parted her labia and stroked along her slit. Instinct made her want to close her legs against this unbidden intrusion, but the spreader bar held her open and gave her the excuse to take illicit pleasure in the touch. She looked in the mirror to see that the other three were all intently watching Helen play with her, Grant had a hand moving gently along his shaft and Nina was absently fondling her own breasts. 'Half way, just a dozen more.' Abruptly the hand between her legs was withdrawn and Helen stood back a little to give herself room. Myra steeled herself for the final twelve, more confidant now that the end was in sight. She could endure the threatened dozen more, she felt certain of that. The strap came again, swishing through the air before landing with its agonizing thwack. Myra jerked, her head arcing back as her body shifted forward. Tears burned in her eyes from the fierce pain that came from that new stroke of the tawse. 'Stay still or there will be more.' She nodded, accepting the reprimand, sniffing dejectedly and licking her lips before stiffening herself ready once more. She counted them off silently, grunting and gasping with pain each time but somehow managing to stop herself from moving. The last one was especially hard, as if Helen wanted to be sure it really hurt, and although Myra cried out loud, she still didn't move. Partly it was pride, but besides that she didn't want to let Helen have an excuse not to count any of the strokes. Now, happy that it was over, she let herself hang in her bonds, gasping and panting from what she had just endured. 'Well done.' There was a trace of approval in Helen's voice. 'Now all you have to do is prove you will do as you are told in future.' Helen came back around to face Myra, standing directly in front of her with her eyes wandering over her exposed body. After what seemed to Myra to be a long probing and slightly embarrassing inspection her arm reached out and hooked around the back of Myra's head, pulling her forward until her arms were taut. 'Let's find out how good you are at kissing.' Before Myra had the chance to react, or even to think about what had been said, Helen had leaned forward and planted her mouth on Myra's, her tongue immediately probing between Myra's lips. Caught by surprise, it was a moment or two before Myra could respond, but then her own tongue joined in, dancing with Helen's and following when the blonde woman withdrew to explore her mouth as well. It was a beautiful, sexy kiss. A long, unexpectedly passionate meeting of mouths and tongues that made both women moan softly with pleasure. Myra strained at her tethers, wanting to get closer, to put her arms around Helen and embrace her, but unable to move in any meaningful way. It was the first enjoyable experience of the evening, made more so by the contrast with what had gone before. She felt Helen's free hand cup her breast briefly, fingers threading around her nipple and squeezing the firm flesh before trailing its way down her front and down between her legs. Myra gasped as Helen's fingers pushed their way between her labia, seeking and finding her entrance, two of them sliding easily inside her. 'Hey, she's wet through.' Helen announced to everyone, making blood rush to Myra's face. 'That spanking has really turned her on.' It hadn't. Not as far as Myra's mind was concerned anyway, even though her perfidious body seemed to think otherwise. Helen's fingers investigated her, confirming her wetness, pushing deeper and wriggling around within her. 'Is she very wet?' Jacob Hartley asked, Myra's apprehensive eyes flashing to his image in the mirror. 'Oh yes, she's soaking. Come and see.' Helen pulled her hand away, briefly showing two shiny fingers to the others before returning it to between Myra's legs and searching for her clitoris. Jacob came up behind Myra in answer to Helen's invitation, one hand going around her, cupping her breast as Helen had done, while the other slid between her buttocks, skating over her bottom and finding her vagina. His fingers were thicker than Helen's, but two of his slid inside her just as effortlessly. Myra stood, legs and arms held widespread, unable to move, her face hot with shame and humiliation as the two touched and probed her body without either consideration or permission. Bizarrely, Myra was sure that had they taken her feelings into account she wouldn't have found the sensations anywhere near so exciting. Helen had begun playing with Myra's clitoris, rubbing the little nub with two fingers, nipping it between them, pulling at it and then pressing it in. At the same time Jacob started to finger fuck her, his two fingers thrusting up into her repeatedly, making her gasp and shudder with increasing arousal. 'Is it getting to you?' Helen asked her with a smile, pushing herself close and holding her with an arm around her back so that their breasts were pressed together. Myra nodded mutely in reply, unable to verbally admit how she was feeling. Helen chuckled, triumphantly aware that Myra was becoming more and more aroused by the two sets of fingers moving between her legs. 'I think we can make her come.' She told Jacob over Myra's shoulder, rubbing harder at her clit. 'So do I.' He agreed, bending slightly and gripping Myra's hip to steady himself before pushing a third finger into her and speeding up his thrusts. She groaned, knowing that they were right and that an orgasm was becoming more and more likely. She didn't want to climax, didn't want to let them see her responding to their uninvited touches, but her body still thought differently. She began to move, wriggling in her bonds, her torso twisting and jerking in response to their fingers. 'No, don't, please don't.' They took no notice, hearing her unconscious needs hidden in her voice, rubbing and thrusting, fingers playing harder just to keep in contact with her gyrating body. 'Oh God.' She surrendered to her orgasm, letting the heat, pressure and sudden relief surge along the pathways of her nerves, feeling the waves of ecstasy sweep through her. They had made her come. Against her wishes they had made her come, turning her body against her in complete betrayal, but it felt so wonderful. The sensation of no longer being in charge of herself and having to let others see her at her most vulnerable doubled, trebled, her pleasure. As soon as it was over both Helen and Jacob backed away and stood looking at her as she hung trembling in her shackles, brown skin covered in a sheen of sweat, chest heaving and mouth hanging half open. She wished they would look away, but at the same time she still enjoyed being subjected to the gaze of all four people present. For several minutes there was quiet apart from her laboured breathing, but then it was Nina who broke the silence. 'Right. If you've finished playing with her, perhaps we can make use of her as we intended?' Myra loved hearing herself spoken about instead of being spoken to, but even so she was wary of what they had in mind. Her bottom was still stinging from her punishment and so she knew they could be cruel if they wanted. Myra's Misdemeanour 'Yes.' Jacob assented. 'We got a little sidetracked there, didn't we? Unhook her.' The instruction must have been directed at Helen, Myra decided, for it was she who promptly knelt to release her ankles for the spreader before reaching up to do the same for her wrists. As she reached for the wrist chains she leaned so close to Myra that their nipples brushed together making Myra take a sharp breath of pleasure. 'Not worn out yet then?' Helen asked her, continuing before Myra could answer. 'That's good, because you've plenty to do yet.' Myra rubbed her wrists where the cuffs had been and waited, wondering what she meant. 'Myra?' Jacob's voice ended her speculations and brought her back to reality with a jolt. 'On the video from my office you were seen having oral sex with a white girl. True?' Myra nodded, knowing that spoken confirmation wasn't needed. 'Are you good at it?' It was a question that caught her unawares and she just stood vacantly looking at him. 'Well.' He began again. 'Let's put it this way. Do you think your mouth is good enough to earn your reinstatement?' So that was it. She was going to have to go down on him. That was to be the price of her continued employment. 'If you can satisfy the four of us, you keep your job and, if you're very good, earn yourself a pay rise. But if not, then....' Once again he didn't complete the sentence, but then he didn't need to. Myra was staring at him in amazement that he wanted her to go down on all of them, two men and two women. But whether she wanted to or not she knew that she would. Both her need to keep her job and her own sexual inclinations pointed her that way. All she wondered now was who was to be first, and that concern was soon answered for her. 'We'll let Nina go first, shall we?' Jacob's question wasn't aimed at Myra, but to the other three. Her thoughts on the subject were completely irrelevant. Nina glanced around at and, seeing no objection, sat on the end of the bed. She looked up at Myra and beckoned her across before lying back and raising her legs to plant her feet on the bed beside her, displaying herself ready for Myra's attentions. 'I'm sorry we don't have a chair for you to sit in.' Jacob's sarcasm was not lost on Myra, who smiled thinly at his reference to the misdemeanour that had brought her here. She went over and knelt before Nina, gazing at the pussy which was now going to be forced to lick. Nina's pussy matched her stature, small and trim, with small dark lips and a neat little clitoris peeking demurely from under its hood. She was unshaven, but the tight little black curls were sparse and served only to emphasize the contrast between the dark brown skin and the bright wet inner flesh that framed her open vagina. Myra shuddered suddenly, a frisson of pure lust passing through her as the hot scent of horny woman reached her nostrils. Perhaps this was not going to be the ordeal that she had envisaged. Myra placed her palms against Nina's inner thighs to hold them apart and leaned forward, her tongue poking from between parted lips, ready for that first taste. Nina tasted as good as she looked, fresh and feminine, reacting to Myra's tongue with only a gentle sigh of pleasure. 'God, that looks good.' Myra felt a momentary alarm at the strange voice, until she realised that it was only Grant, who had until now had stood so silently with his very erect cock in his hand, watching everything that was happening, that Myra had almost forgotten his presence. She had half hoped that he would bring himself off before it got around to his turn, but a part of her was stimulated by the idea of satisfying four different people in turn and now she hoped that he wouldn't. 'It bet it feels bloody good too.' Helen remarked laughingly, with just a hint of jealousy in her voice. 'It'll be your turn soon.' Jacob assured her. 'Then you can find out.' Myra tried to ignore their remarks, but she couldn't prevent a tingle of delight at what was being said. It made her want even more to be sure that she made first Nina, and then the rest of them, enjoy as intense an orgasm as she already had, and now it wasn't just saving her job that spurred her on. At first she let her tongue run the length of Nina's slit, savouring the warm wet taste of her juices, but soon she wanted more, licking around the entrance to Nina's passage and then thrusting her tongue in as far as it would reach, wishing that it was longer. She pushed it in harder, stabbing at Nina with her tongue as if it were a miniature cock. Nina moaned softly and wriggled under her attentions, making Myra grip the tops of her thighs to hold her still. 'I think she's done that before, don't you?' Helen's voice tinkled with aroused amusement. 'And you're hoping she's gonna do it again, aren't you?' Grant was laughing at his horny wife, but in addition he was unintentionally making Myra hotter with his remark. It also served to remind her that she had four people to serve, and that her tongue wouldn't be able to last if she didn't calm things down a bit. Now instead she let it trail along Nina's slit until her mouth closed over her little clitoris, gripping it between lip-covered teeth and just flicking the end with the tip of her tongue. This, it seemed, was exactly what Nina preferred, for it wasn't long before her hips were gently undulating and she was holding onto the back of Myra's head, pressing her face down onto her pussy. Nina's moans were now becoming louder and more insistent and Myra could feel her increasingly wet opening against her chin as she became more and more aroused. She gripped Nina's clit gently between her teeth and leaned back slowly against the pressure of Nina's hand on her head, pulling at the little bud until it slipped from her grip and sprang back. Nina gasped loudly and pushed her pussy back into Myra's face, only holding still when her clit was once more gripped between none too gentle teeth. This time she held Myra's head tightly and pulled back herself, pulling her clit slowly from between Myra's teeth, only to call out again and then press herself forward for it to be done again. On the fourth time she gasped and jerked as her clit came free, immediately pulling Myra into her and rubbing her pussy over her face as her orgasm finally hit, holding her there as she jerked and jolted wildly so that Myra could only hold out her tongue as Nina's pussy moved against it. 'Sorry' Nina smiled wanly down at Myra's wet and shining face afterwards. 'But it was just so good I had to do it.' 'I'm glad.' As she said it Myra realised that it was true -- she was glad. 'Okay, now it's my turn.' Jacob sat on the bed next to his wife, pushing at her in an impatient attempt to get her to move over. 'Good god man, let me get my breath back.' Nina complained, but moved anyway, letting Jacob sit in her place with one leg either side of Myra's shoulders and his erection nodding in front of her face. 'Let's see what you can do with that.' He said to her, using one hand to point his long black cock at her mouth. 'And make sure you do a good job.' That, Myra thought to herself, was not something she needed telling now she had started. She loved using her mouth, be it with a man or a woman, and she prided herself in being able to make both sexes come equally strongly. She leaned forward and closed her mouth over the end, pushing his foreskin back with her lips and letting her tongue swirl around the head. He sighed with pleasure and flopped down onto his back, content to let her get on with it. Using one hand to cup and fondle his balls, and the other to hold the base of his cock, Myra set about satisfying her boss, knowing that she needed to make him happy at least out. She pushed her mouth as far down his shaft as possible, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could without gagging, using her tongue stud to stimulate the underside of his cock as her head bobbed up and down. He sighed again and she smiled to herself, knowing that she was doing what was required of her. 'See?' She heard Helen say to someone. 'And you'll be getting that treatment soon.' 'And if it's not soon I'm gonna explode anyway.' Grant answered his wife. 'Well you're going to have to wait a little while. I'm next.' 'No, it's me. I can't wait that long.' For some reason, even though it was not something she was doing by choice, Myra found it pleasing that the pair were bickering over her services, although that was soon brought to and abrupt end. 'Shut up, the both of you.' Jacob raised his head and glared at them over Myra's back. 'It's Helen next. We're going woman then man in turn.' That put paid to any more arguments, and Myra carried on sucking and licking at Jacob's cock, still taking it deep into her mouth but now speeding up her rhythm. In a way it pleased Myra to know that she would probably end the evening with a mouthful of cum from Grant. But before that a first mouthful was imminent. Jacob had settled back and was beginning to tense as his balls filled with cream. It was a good job that Myra could read the signs, for Jacob gave her no warning. His pelvis suddenly lifted from the bed, pushing him even deeper into Myra's throat, and he shot his first spurt of cum into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed, determined not to pull away or to choke, staying just ahead of his flow as spurt after spurt followed the first one into her mouth, until eventually his spurts dwindled away to nothing and he collapsed back onto the bed with a deep sigh, his cock already softening in Myra's mouth. Soon it slipped from between her lips and she sat back onto her heels, waiting between his legs for his next move and knowing that Helen would be taking his place. 'I've got to say.' He gasped after a minute or so. 'You're pretty good at that.' 'Thank you.' She acknowledged his compliment with an unexpected sense of pride. He lay back for several minutes, trying to regain his breath with nobody willing to ask the boss to move over as he had with Nina. Myra didn't mind, it gave her mouth and tongue a chance to rest at was to be the half way point of her test. Although, she admitted to herself, it was getting to be quite an enjoyable test. Eventually Jacob lifted his leg around Myra's head and rolled away, looking up at the waiting pair as he did so. 'Helen.' He nodded her into the space he had just vacated in front of Myra's face, reinforcing his decision to let women precede men. 'Don't take too long Helen.' Grant called out. 'Or I might not hold out.' 'Shut up, greedy.' Helen replied with a smile. 'You'll get yours.' Helen placed herself as Nina had done, legs wide and pussy presented right before Myra's face. Her pussy was different to Nina's. Her blonde fuzz was more abundant, her labia were fuller, the inner lips especially long, and her clitoris was noticeably larger. Myra stared at it for a few moments, enjoying the sight and scent, and then moved forward, her lips parted ready. This was the kind of pussy she preferred, soft and puffy, and very, very wet. This time Myra didn't attempt to probe Helen's vagina as she had with Nina, but began instead by parting the wing-like labia with her thumbs and then making long sweeps of her tongue up and down the length of her slit, flicking at her prominent clitoris each time, and each time making Helen grunt and flinch. She kept this up for several minutes, hoping to bring Helen to climax this way, but then Helen grabbed her hair to hold her still. 'Lick my clit.' Obediently Myra closed her mouth over Helen's long clit, sucking it into her mouth and then nibbling at it gently with her teeth. 'Harder.' Once again Myra did as she was told, biting the little shaft between two front teeth and lapping rapidly at the very end. 'Oh yes, that's it.' Myra smiled into Helen's pussy, happy to have got things right, and wondered how long it would be before she came and Myra would have to move on to her next, and last, subject. 'Christ, will you look at her pussy, it's sopping wet.' For a moment Myra thought Grant was referring to his wife, but then she realised it was her own wet pussy that he was looking at and felt a quick flash of embarrassed pride. 'I wouldn't mind some of that.' He went on, his voice full of childish envy. 'Well fuck her then, if that's what you want. But not yet.' Jacob's exasperation was clear. 'I don't care what you do, so long as she finishes all four of us.' 'Right. I will.' Myra listened to this exchange with consternation. Did they expect her to simply go along with anything they wanted? With a sharp jolt of adrenalin she hoped they did. She was hot and horny again, and, perhaps because others were taking the responsibility, up for literally anything. She lapped harder at Helen's clit, wanting to feel her writhing in orgasm so that she could move on to being fucked, although there was no sign of Helen coming just yet. 'Was she as wet as this before.' Grant was asking. 'Not quite, I don't think.' Jacob had moved around directly behind her to take a look. She felt a hand on her bottom, a large hand that was cool against the heat of her recently disciplined skin, eagerly stroking her buttocks. She paused in what she was doing, not sure what was going to happen, her mouth still pressed against Helen's pussy and her thumbs holding her open. 'Pack it in Grant.' Helen complained. 'You're putting her off.' 'Fucking hell....' Grant grumbled until Jacob's voice remonstrated. 'Leave her Grant; it'll be your turn soon enough.' The hand went away and Myra turned her attention back to making Helen come, her tongue picking up its rhythm where she had left off. Although Helen was making pleasure noises almost from the start, showing that she was enjoying the attention, it took some minutes before Myra's work began to have an effect. In fact Myra was just beginning to worry that she was never going to make the woman come when Helen's noises began to get louder and her pelvis began to swivel gently beneath her mouth. Myra smiled in triumph, recognising the signs, and moved her hand so that she could push two fingers into Helen's slippery passage. Now she could tongue her in time to the thrusts of her fingers, gripping her clit a little tighter between her teeth to maintain her hold. 'I'm going to come.' Helen announced loudly, her hand landing on the back of Myra's head and clamping her mouth into place. At the point of orgasm Helen went rigid, much to Myra's surprised relief, all her muscles tensing and her legs clamping around Myra, holding her in place and letting her continue licking at her clit and fingering her all the way through. Helen's staccato gasps and moans now turned into one long keening sound that lasted until she finally subsided into a sweating panting heap, and even then she held Myra tightly in place with both legs and a restraining hand while post orgasmic aftershocks hit her every couple of seconds. Eventually her orgasm and its aftermath finally subsided and Helen loosened her leg hold, but instead of moving away as Myra expected, she hooked her hands under Myra's arms and hauled her up so that she was still kneeling on the floor but now lying partially on top of her partner. 'Come here.' Helen gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around Myra. 'Let me hold you. God, but you're good.' Myra was too surprised to do anything other than acquiesce, grateful in a way for a chance to get her own breath back again. In any case, it felt nice to have a supple female body partially beneath her, the fluff of wiry blonde hair tickling her abdomen and her face close to Helen's soft breasts. She raised her head to look into Helen's face, smiling her pleasure at the hands that now ran up and down caressing her back and shoulders. 'Come on Helen, move over. It's my turn.' Grant interrupted them impatiently. 'I'm going to fuck her if I ever get the chance.' He added peevishly. 'Then fuck her.' Helen retorted. 'She on her fucking knees for you, what more do you want?' She tightened her grip around Myra, clearly demonstrating that she wasn't about to release her. In fact, as Grant moved into position behind Myra, Helen pulled her even closer, wrapping her legs around Myra's back as if to present her own pussy to be fucked. 'Kiss me while he does it.' She whispered. 'I've never kissed a girl at the same time as Grant's fucking her. It was a strange request, but it was an idea that gave Myra an unexpected thrill. To share a fuck like that was something entirely new as far as Myra was concerned. But, then this was turning into quite an evening of firsts one way or another. She felt Grants hand on her lower back as he steadied himself, and then the end of his cock sliding down her cleft, skating over her anus and seeking her vagina. She held herself motionless, looking into Helen's eyes and smiling as her husband introduced his cock to her entrance. 'He's inside me.' She whispered as his length slid into her. Helen nodded. 'I know. I can feel him pushing at you.' Grant paused for a minute while he shuffled a little closer, then, gripping her hips, he started thrusting into her, his belly slamming into the welts of her earlier spanking, making her grunt from the surprisingly enjoyable discomfort. The hurt was easily offset by the pleasure of him shoving Myra against his wife and making her pubes rub against Helen's. It felt strange, but it felt good, and Myra was certain that it could very well be enough to make her climax again. Each time Grant pushed into her she gasped, and beneath her Helen gasped too, until the pair smiled at each other, acknowledging their synchronisation. 'God, this is getting to me.' Helen whispered. 'And me.' Myra replied. 'Kiss me.' Helen murmured, raising her head, closing her eyes, and parting her lips ready. Myra placed hand behind Helen's head to bring her closer and then lowered her mouth to hers, their lips meeting perfectly even though Grant was thrusting harder then ever into Myra's pussy. She could feel his cock sliding the full length of her passage until his hips collided with her tender bottom and she jerked forward to transfer the movement to Helen's pussy, and she got pleasure from both contacts. Helen had also placed a hand behind Myra's head, and despite the sharp rocking and jolting of Grant's cock thumping into Myra ever harder and faster, the two women were able to maintain their kiss, lips moulded to one another and tongues moving together. Instead of something to be endured to try and keep hold o her job, it was becoming one of the most exciting episodes in Myra's life. She could feel her arousal getting stronger and stronger and that familiar hotness was growing inside her pelvis telling her that she was soon going to come again. 'I think I'm going to come again soon.' She told Helen, whispering in a little gap between deep kisses. 'You and me both.' Helen answered her, pulling her mouth back down to her own. Grant had said nothing, but Myra could tell by the way his thrusts were becoming more urgent and less coordinated that he too was getting close. For a giddy moment she wondered what it would be like if they all came together, pushing the unlikely idea from her mind as her body started to make urgent statements of its own. She was going to come. There was no doubt about it now, the sensations were growing inside her, building steadily towards that fabulous explosion of ecstasy that she loved so much. She moaned and grunted unintelligibly into Helen's mouth, trying to wordlessly convey her state to the other woman. Helen didn't acknowledge her understanding, instead she just kissed her even harder, clamping her mouth more securely onto Myra's, her arms and legs squeezing her ever more tightly. Myra's Misdemeanour Behind her Grant began to groan, his fingertips painfully spearing Myra's hips as he rammed himself as deeply as he could into her pussy, his belly beating a jagged rhythm on her reddened backside. He was close to coming and so was Myra, perhaps it would happen simultaneously. It did. Grant pulled himself back until his cock almost slipped from Myra's wet and slippery hole and then rammed forward into her just as her own orgasm detonated within her. She felt his cock twitch and jerk as it reached her depths and the first gush of his cream sprayed her cervix. The expanding waves of pleasure made her cry out, the sound muffled by Helen's mouth and echoed by her blonde partner who, at that very moment, began to convulse and spasm beneath her. Her vision had come true; they were all climaxing at the same moment. Myra was trapped, beautifully trapped between to climaxing bodies, unable to do anything except go with the flow, letting the waves of her own orgasm surge and ebb inside her, turning her nervous system into molten ecstasy and her mind into a helpless mix of fantastic sensations. Beneath her Helen was rubbing herself against Myra's pubes, trying to satisfy her own needs, her nails biting into Myra's shoulder and heels hammering at her back, while at the same time Grant pumped spurt after spurt of cum deep into her pussy, his ever harder thrusts pushing her painfully into his own wife's pubic bone. She wasn't sure who finished first, maybe it was Grant, for he abruptly slipped from her, and then slumped to the floor with a strange groan of satisfied anguish before backing slowly away, as if content to have come but sorry it was over. At roughly the same time her own orgasm subsided, perhaps missing his pounding cock, and Helen's transformed into a similar shuddering ending as before, so that she held Myra close for a long time, extending both of their enjoyment, until she finally released her hold and Myra also slid to the floor panting for breath. It was several minutes before anyone could speak, and when someone did it was none of the three participants, it was Nina. 'That was a hell of a thing to watch.' She commented hoarsely. 'It was a hell of a thing to do.' Helen laughed breathlessly. 'I've never felt anything as good, that is a fact.' 'And was it worth the wait.' Jacob teased a now silent Grant. 'Fuck, yes.' He was still panting for breath and unable to say more. Myra rolled until her back was against the foot of the bed and looked about her, wondering what would happen now. Jacob saw the expression on her face and smiled. 'Do we all agree that Myra should continue in our employ?' He asked, looking round. 'Oh yes.' Helen affirmed stoutly. 'We can't lose this one.' Nina giggled softly. 'I agree.' 'What about you, Grant.' Jacob asked after a moment. Grant nodded and then grinned. 'I reckon she's earned that pay rise too.' 'I was coming to that.' Jacob told him and then turned to Myra, his nakedness suddenly incongruous to the more serious subject. 'We're going to pay you an extra ten percent, and...' He paused for effect. 'And you'll find a little bonus in your next pay packet.' 'Thank you Mr Hartley.' Myra couldn't bring herself use his first name now they were discussing employment terms, and he didn't seem to mind. 'You've earned it.' He looked at her, trying to appear stern through his lack of clothes and failing. 'And if you keep your nose clean and don't break any more rules, maybe we can arrange for you to come back here when we have another more informal get together.' She knew exactly what he meant and she was still smiling as she pulled on her clothes. ************************************************ This story was written at the end of last year at the request of a reader and contains the elements she requested. While it was in progress I received several 'how's it going' emails, but since sending her the finished story, not a thing! Not even the courtesy of a 'sorry I didn't like it'. Ever felt used? I won't identify her as it is just possible that there is a genuine reason for her apparent ignorance, but from now on, no commissions, suggestions or requests will be entertained, and if you want a story writing -- write it yourself!