7 comments/ 31994 views/ 3 favorites IT Support By: LadyAria She shifted in her desk chair nervously. Pushing up her dark rimmed glasses, she stared down at her Dell laptop. She was losing her nerve. A quick stretch allowed her to scan the office over her short cubicle walls. The petting zoo, as she called it, was off to lunch for the most part. Basically, she was alone. The coffee in a white Styrofoam cup loomed large over the keyboard. One tiny poke and she'd hopefully fry the CPU. Tap, it went over easy. The screen flashed, blinked and then went black. Jackpot, she curled her full lips in satisfaction. Dialing the support center, she shifted feeling the garter belt pull with her motion. The lace tickled her skin on the back of her legs. Her black skirt rode up to show the top of her hose. "Support Center," the young woman chirped. " Janet, speaking. May I help you?" "Yes, my laptop stopped working," Victoria replied. "Ma'am, Can I get your associate number and location?" "33493, Trans-star." "Can you please describe the issue?" "My laptop isn't working. The screen went black. I believe it may have gotten wet," Victoria responded omitting the details of how it happened. "I see," she replied as she typed. "Can you give me your port number?" "CHA-101-03-02" "I'll have local support come look at the unit. I'll set the priority to high as a work stop." "Who will that be?" she asked nervously. "One moment," she replied as keystrokes clicked in the background. "Mark is on support for your group. Can I assist you with anything else?" "No, Thank you." "Your ticket number is 1-934869. Please refer to this number if you call back with any questions." "Thanks." She hung up the phone. Flipping open her purse, she pulled out her compact mirror to check her appearance. Her dark green eyes rimmed with black lashes were tastefully highlighted by golden brown eye shadow. She wiped a smudge of brown eyeliner. The guava stain lipstick still shined from the morning coat. She rubbed her lips together and puckered in the mirror at her reflection. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair held the curl from this morning's hot roller well. Anxious, she picked at the arch of her eyebrow as she waited. She saw him approach from the corner of her eye. She snapped down the compact as her heart jumped into her throat. His muscular forearms were exposed by his stripped polo shirt. She smiled up at him. He ignored her looking at the dead laptop. "You having computer problems?" he asked motioning for her to move. "Yes, it...um...stopped working." She stood up and moved to the side of her desk. He proceeded to take her place in the chair. He looked back up at her when he touched the wet keyboard. "Who gave it a coffee bath?" "Me," she blushed quickly adding. "It was an accident." "We'll need to get you a new unit," he exhaled in frustration. "Oh," she tried to act surprised. "I'll order you one and it should..." "No, I have a deadline," she interjected seeing it wasn't going as planned. "I can look to see if we have an old one in the build room. We can re-image to use until yours comes in." "Yes," she replied trying to catch his eye. "That will work. Can we go now to get it?" He actually really seemed to see her then. His eyebrows pulled together as he accessed her motives. "Only IT is allowed in there." "Oh," she patted his forearm lightly. "I won't tell, if you won't" "Just this once," he smiled back at her unusual behavior scooping up the wet laptop. He paused to shake out the coffee before proceeding down the hall. She walked behind him enjoying the way his khakis fit his body. They weren't too baggy or too tight. The shapely muscles of his ass flexed as he walked. She bit her bottom lip. Her knees trembled under her. The 4 inch black heels she chose to catch his eye were making her wobbly as she walked. Mark pressed the code into the keypad gaining access to the room. It was lined with shelves of desktop towers. A large table ran the length down the center of the room. Wood stools surrounded it. Network cords, printer paper and various small hardware was strewn about the table top. Harsh fluorescent lights gave the room a sterile feeling. Also, the light created a white halo effect in the pale blue of Mark's eyes. He placed the damaged laptop down on the table. "You can sit here," he motioned to one of the wooden stools. "Thanks," she replied taking the seat. He went to the other side of the room sorting through a stack of old IBM ThinkPads. He retrieved a relatively nice one and brought it back over to where she sat. "What applications do you need?" he asked flipping open the computer and turned it on. " Um, most my programs are online. I need Peoplesoft and Mainframe access," she replied intentionally slipping forward on the stool to pull up her skirt. "Anything else?" he replied staring at the ThinkPad. She watched his profile and could see him stealing uncomfortable glances up her skirt. Her legs slightly spread with her garter belts exposed to the light. She popped her top button of her white blouse allowing a better view of her cleavage as well. "I don't know," she pretended to be confused. "I guess I need the Microsoft Office suite." She slid off the stool briefly flashing her black lace thongs before the skirt fell down to her knees when her feet hit the floor. She stepped over to slip between him and the computer. "This looks a little different then my other one," she spoke running her fingernails over the keyboard. Her ass brushed against his hard-on. The smell of his cologne, Obsession, enveloped her. The heat of his body warmed her back in contrast to the coolness of the room. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her push up bra. "Yes," he cleared his throat. "Not much different though..." she replied turning around to him. They were face to face. His nose almost brushed hers. The lust bubbled like hot lava between them, but he didn't move. Her heart pounded in her ears as she screamed inside for him to kiss her. Ever molecule in her body shook with anticipation. "It will be a little slower," he whispered before he slipped away from her. He took a few steps down to a drawer a safe distance from her advances. She reacted to the rejection the only way she knew how. She turned away from him and walked out the door. Back at her desk, she thought she die from embarrassment. The hours passed slowly without a computer. She cursed her stupid plan. He wasn't interested in her. At five o'clock, she was packing up her things when the phone rang. Mark's extension popped up on the caller id. "Yes" "Your laptop is ready," his voice replied casually. "I'm on my way out for the weekend," she responded stiffly. "I'll pick it up on Monday." Her throat tickled again with tears. She'd never wanted to run and hide so bad in her life. One rejection was enough for the day. To think, she'd spent a year planning this day. For that matter, she'd wasted seventy dollars on lingerie in an attempt to get his attention. She slipped on her beige raincoat. Then, she headed for the parking garage. In a haze of self reprimands for stupidity, she went through the various security check points before reaching her car on the second level. The click of her heels had been so loud she had not notice the sound of a second set of footsteps. She placed her purse on the roof of her car when she saw his alluring reflection in the back passenger window. She sighed and turned to him with a sour expression. "You might need this to catch up for lost time today," he replied holding out a black computer bag to her. "Yeah, thanks," she responded reaching out to grab the bag quickly. However, when she grasped the handle, he pulled her to him with his other arm. She hit the expanse of his chest with a soft thud. His lips swoop down to catch her shocked. His tongue moved over hers hot and eager stirring her into a mixture of lust and surprise. Acting though of their own free will, her hands tore his shirt from his waistband and move up his front. His skin was firm and dusted with soft hair. She squeezed his pecks enjoying how he flexed at her touch. He seemed so much larger up close. When he broke the kiss, she was left wet and weak. "You want me to test your network connectivity at your house?" he smiled down out her breathless expression. It took a second for his suggest to sink into her mind. Afraid words would fail her, she shook her head yes. Quickly, she snatched the purse from the car roof and jumped into the driver's seat. Pulling out of her space, she saw he had already gone from where he had held her in his arms. She pulled her Honda out of the deck. In the rearview mirror, she saw his dark blue SUV. He was actually following her home. She pulled into the driveway of her small cottage. Taking a deep breath, she exited her car to walk to the front door. She heard his approach as he crunched over the leaves in her front yard. She was fiddling with the deadbolt when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. His hands worked at the buttons of her raincoat. The lock released as he pulled off her coat. In the foyer, he pulled open her blouse as she kissed him passionately. His ripped down the cups of her bra, too hungry to unsnap it. She attempted to pull off his polo shirt, but had to break their kiss to get it over his head. Her skirt went next. Then, his shoes and khaki pants. Pulling him to the stairs toward her bedroom, she started to kick off her shoes. "No," he said. "Leave on the shoes." She looked up at the normally passive man she wanted from afar for so many months. His features were now dark with raw lust. He pushed her down onto the steps. His fingers snapped loose the garter belt sending her hose rolling to her knees. Then, he pulled off her black thong. Holding the crotch to his nose, he inhaled her scent before tossing them over his shoulder. He reached down parting apart her thighs. Her freshly waxed pussy was wet and eager for him. He slipped one finger inside her making her moan. Pulling it back out, he spread her lips. Then, he lowered his face to her pink slit dragging his lips across the satin skin. His hot tongue snaked around her cunt. He bathed the inner walls before burrowing into her core. She gasped and reached down to play with her clit. His hand caught hers pushing it away. "This is my pussy," he growled. Descending down on her swollen clit, he sucked in hard pulling the tender cartilage across his teeth. The sensation was incredible. His finger drove back into her hole as his tongue rolled her tiny nub with pressured expertise. As his speed crescendo so did she. The adrenaline rushed to her head as her body contracted down on his fingers. When she stilled from her orgasm, he pulled out his fingers. Tenderly, he licked her swollen pussy clean of its release. She leaned forward to watch him lap her with his eyes closed enjoying the flavor of her cum. The look on his face was almost more erotic then the feel of his tongue between her inner lips. As the intensity began to build again, she broke his hold. "Stop," she growled. "I want your cock in my mouth." Surprised, he stood up on the stair to remove his boxers. She smirked before pushing him softly back. Then, she took his hand from his waist band and guided him the rest of the way up the stairs. He crossed through the bedroom door when she dropped to her knees before him. She slipped down the navy boxers to reveal his cock. He was seven inches long and thick. A dark blue vein ran the length of the underside as he curved up toward the ceiling. His legs were thick. His thighs and calves solid and well maintained. For so long, she'd imagined what he would look like standing over her with his cock in her face. Somehow, she still couldn't believe she'd was finally going to feel him in her mouth. She ran her hands up his calves worshipping his body. Stroking up his legs and over his ass, she sighed leaning against the inside of his thigh. Like so many hot dreams, she cradled each cheek in her hands as she tongued the soft skin of his balls. The light woodsy smell of his cum heightened her arousal. Wanting more, she rubbed the velvet skin of his swollen dick across her cheeks, nose, chin and lips. Feeling his precum smear on her face made her pussy twitch. She took the head and touched it to her bottom lips looking up at him. He was watching her revel in his body. He pulled back her hair from her shoulders and grasped it in his hands. She responded by swallowing down the length of him. Breathing in through her nose, she pushed down on his cock until her lips struck his pubic bone. Her throat relaxed around his girth after a minute. He felt so right. Pulling back again, she began to bob up and down on him. His cock sliding down her throat made her swollen pussy sloppy wet in anticipation of its turn. Finding the right rhythm, his hips bucked as he arched into her mouth. His cock swelled with her speed and her throat's expanding depth. Holding tightly to her hair, he began to harden into a choking steel. His voice called out from above her. "I'm going to cum." Like a vice grip, she clutched down on his ass and slammed him deep within her throat. His balls drew away from her chin as he exploded into a salty sea. She suckled every drop dry until he was limp. Rising from her knees, she slipped her bra the rest of the way off. Her heavy natural breast laid bare. Feeling his eyes on her, her reflex made cross her arms. He reached out pushing them away. "Let me look at you" She let her arms fall to the side. Enjoying his inspection, she let her eyes roam over him. His strong shoulders glowed with the outline of the hall light. The shadow made his features disguised from her. "Do you like what you see?" she replied. His body reacted to her willingness. She felt him press against her stomach as he fondled her breast. The pads of his thumbs were rough against her sensitive nipples. His other hand stroked the small of her back. She traced his cheek with her hand. A slight stubble scratched her palms. He was her dream. They backed up against the foot of the bed before spilling over onto the comforter. Her arms pushed up over her head as he slunk up over her like a lion over his prey. Instead of submitting to his advance, she pushed him to the side. He rolled over easily due to his surprise at her resistance. She countered by mounting him. His erection caught by the crack of her ass. Her wet pussy spread over his stomach. She grabbed his wrist and brought them over his head. "Do you want me?" she asked in a commanding voice. "Yes" "Then say it," She demanded. "I want you, Victoria." "What do you want?" "I want to fuck to you." "No, you don't." "I don't?" "No, you want me to fuck you." "Yes, I want you to fuck me." "Then, ask me to fuck you." "Will you fuck me?" "No, ask me again, louder." "Will you fuck me, please?" "Louder, beg me to fuck you." "Yes, PLEASE fuck me, Victoria. Will you please FUCK me?" She grabbed his thick cock and thrust it deep within her cunt. He fit into her perfectly. He filled her full. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of him impaling her. Her soft flesh wrapped around his steel. Slowly, she moved against him. His cock slid deep inside her slippery hole. Her clit pressed into him. Grinding, her hips rocked on him as his cock drove into her. Her breast smacked against his chest. Her hands grasped inside his palms. His hips rose as she rode. They slammed into each other grunting with their primal need. The need swelled inside each of them until she screamed out with release. She thrashed about calling for God...for Mark...for need... as her pussy convulsed squeezing his last restraint. He emptied into her groaning from the strain. She held on until she felt him slowly relax within her. Then, she fell to the side. She looked over at him. His eyes closed peacefully. She snuggled into the crook of his arm. They were both damp with perspiration. Drifting away to sleep, she was brought back to consciousness by the sound of his voice. "Are you asleep?" he asked. "No." "Good," he murmured rolling her over and began sucking on her breast. "Mark?" "Yes." "Why didn't you kiss me in the room today?" "Cameras." "Oh," she blushed realizing other saw her. "Oh shit." "Yeah, you are real popular with the guys in security now." "Oh God, no" she stressed. "Who will they show it to?" "Noone. I got it for a good price." "Good," she exhaled. "Is that why you were such a bitch on the phone?" "Yes, I thought you rejected me." "You...never..." IT Support Mary recommended him. Later she told me that Valerie had recommended him to her. I knew I would recommend him to someone soon. Probably Nancy. But not now. I was still cussing at the computer that day when I sat down at Mary's table for lunch at BRG. Jeff used to take care of our computer problems, but he was away on a week-long business trip. The computer had been running slow for some time and since he got his laptop he had been neglecting it. It was my sole computer and I had a paper I to complete for my job. It wasn't that old, it just had a lot of glitches and ran too slow. So when I told Mary why I was so stressed out she told me about Dan 'The C Man'. I was about to ask her what the C stood for and then realized what a dumb question that would be.. "Aren't some of these home computer guys rip-offs? Unemployed guys who don't know what they're doing?" I asked. "Jeff is going to go ballistic if he finds out I paid a couple hundred bucks, especially if he doesn't make it any better or makes it worse." "That's the great thing about Dan. He'll come in and look at your computer for a flat $20 fee, tell you what is wrong with it and what it needs. If you give him the okay, he'll fix you right up for $20 an hour from the time he got there. If you say no, he'll just take your $20. And he guarantees his work. He came to me highly recommended and rightfully so." Mary seemed really satisfied with his services. "So you've never had a problem with him?" "No, but I do have Dan over regularly, usually for just a quick tune-up. It is amazing how dysfunctional my machine can get without proper attention." Every week seemed a little odd, but for only $20 an hour it seemed harmless enough. I decided to call him right away. At this point he couldn't make the computer any worse. I took the card Mary offered me. 'Dan the C Man' it said on the first line, then 'CCR – Repair Experts' and the phone number. When I called him on my cell after leaving the restaurant I fell in love with his voice. It sounded smooth like a sexy DJ. I had pictured a 35-year-old nerdy mouth-breather. When I realized that's probably what he looked like I almost burst into laughter at the picture in my head. "I can be there at 2." "Sounds great", I said. If I hurried I could get in a quickie before he came. Even with a glass of wine at lunch my insides were still tied in knots. Thinking of the glacial pace of our PC had that effect on me. I had found that the best cure for that was a good orgasm. Since I had an excuse not to work I was hoping for some Rabbit time. "Mary told you it is cash only?" "Yeah", I lied before hanging up. Bye Bye Bunny guy, Now I had to go to the ATM. That would leave only about 20 minutes and I would be spending that straightening up the house. Jeff always gives me a hard time about that: 'They're just service people you are never going to see again. What's to be embarrassed about?' The time he gave me a maid service whole-house cleaning for my birthday I spent the whole morning cleaning the house before they came. I hadn't had an orgasm in a long time. Jeff hadn't been interested in sex much lately and won't talk about it. Mr. Jack Rabbit does a good job but Jeff hadn't left me any free time this weekend and I had had to be in the office all last week. I wondered if maybe I could sneak upstairs while Dan was working on the computer. I prefer to warm myself up by writing in my journal on the computer, surfing some light lesbian porn, writing some of my sexual fantasies, usually about other women before I have to run upstairs while stripping off my clothes and pulling the horny hare out of his hidey-hole. It's not that I am crazy about girl-on-girl stuff, but I usually feel guilty thinking about other guys and can't enjoy myself. Jeff even told me once that if I had an affair with another women he wouldn't consider it cheating or even a problem, though he probably had ulterior motives. It creeped me out slightly. The doorbell rang. When I opened the door I wondered if there was some kind of mistake. It was a good looking guy in his late twenties who looked more like a personal trainer than a computer tech. Before I could say anything stupid he smiled at me and walked inside and said, "Hi, I'm Dan." and his voice told me it was the same Dan I had talked to earlier. I felt my heart flutter. "I'm Karen," I said, shaking his firm hand. He waited a moment while I processed the good-looking vision in front of me before he broke my reverie. "So where is she?" I was slightly flustered, so it took me even longer than normal to realize he was talking about my computer. "She – it's – here, I'll show you." I think I saw a bemused smirk on his face as I walked past him towards the study. The Blue Screen of Death, or BSD as some people call it, though I think of it as "Bitch – Suck and Die!", was still there bathing the room in its evil glow. I had put a $20 bill next to it. "Oh, the old Bubonic Sick Death screen," Dan said and smiled at me once more. I froze again like a prepubescent girl coming face to face with Justin Beiber. He rescued me. "All right. Well, let me take a look." All I could think of was porn movie dialogue like "What would you like to take a look at?" so I nodded and started to walk. I paused, recovering and asked, "Do you need me for anything or can I get something – things done upstairs?" I needed an orgasm. Bad. "That should be fine. I don't need you close by but I might need some questions answered., so just don't get involved in anything too hot and heavy." "OK", I said. "Damn" I thought. Who new he was a deputy in the sex police? I floundered around the house for about an hour. I felt guilty not working or getting something else done, but each time I started something I changed my mind after a few minutes and went on to something else.. I finally decided I was too stressed out to get any work done that day even if Dan did get the computer working in the next hour. Since my normal destresser wasn't available, I reasoned it was after 5 in Iceland, uncorked a bottle of wine, and sat down to read the newspaper. I had a hard time concentrating. My thoughts kept wandering, often into fantasies of Dan. I wondered what his cock looked like? I slapped myself inside my brain. I wasn't going to cheat on Jeff. In my book it was OK to fantasize about other guys, but not when you were alone with them in a house. I had read the same sentence eight times on page 3 when I heard Dan's footsteps approaching. I clumsily tried to hide the wineglass behind the sports section, I didn't want him to think I was a Kathie Lee. I glanced at the clock and noted it was already 4:15 and that I could have had a doubleheader afternoon delight with Roger Rabbit and had time to spare. "Karen?" When I turned around I could tell he was looking right at the Sports section. I wasn't fooling him. "If you have a moment I can show you what I found." All kinds of sexual innuendos bubbled in my head before I clamped down on them. "Sure." I followed him back into the study. The computer looked perfect. "Wow" "Don't get too excited. At least not just yet." As he started talking I nodded at everything he said while mentally replying in unspoken words, preparing for my next career as a porn movie script writer. "Your hard drive was really messed up. I started to straighten it out." I'd like to straighten out your hard drive. "But it needs a thorough reaming," You can ream me anytime, big boy. Reaming didn't seem like a technical term. "I would recommend you get some more RAM." Would you like to RAM me? "You need a spy-ware program." You can spy on me if I can spy on you. I realized my mental repartee was getting really silly at that point. "So I can come back next week if you want me to or you can tell me to take a hike." I'll take a-- "Is there any chance of this getting taken care of any sooner? I was hoping to get this done while my husband's away. He doesn't like the idea of someone else messing around on his computer." "I can see why," Dan said. "What do you mean?" "Oh nothing," He lied. "Some guys just don't feel it's manly to have another guy helping them. Though I wouldn't think..." Dan trailed off and then quickly changed the subject. "Well, I don't usually work past five, but I could make an exception today, But you'd have to pay overtime." I could afford it, though it meant standing up Jack Rabbit a little longer. "What's your overtime rate?" "Same as the regular rate, but with a few 'extras'. You can start with a glass of that wine you were drinking," he said, smiling at me in a way that almost seemed flirtatious. The 'extras' sounded intriguing. I smiled back and went out to the kitchen. I grabbed the ATM envelope with the other $180 in it. When I returned Dan was seated at the computer. As I rounded the corner I clearly saw a picture of a couple naked guys in very close proximity just before it disappeared from the screen. . 'Shit,' I thought. Here I was fantasizing about this stud and he was actually a gay guy whom I was paying to look at man-porn on my computer. That wasn't happening. "What was that!?" Dan knew he had been caught but gave me a chance to change my mind about going after him. "What was what?" I wasn't playing. "You know." "Yes, I do," he confessed, "But I don't really think you want to." "Try me." He nodded to me like he was the M.E. getting ready to show me a dead relative at the morgue. "Are you sure?" "Yes." "I just stumbled on this by accident while you were out getting my wine." Lame excuse. "You should probably sit down." The first doubts were sprouting in my brain. Dan took the wine from me as I sat down and put the money envelope on the table. "I try to avoid looking at my clients personal documents as much as possible," he continued, "but there was some malware that I tracked down to some downloaded pictures. Sex pictures." Pictures? I had looked at some Lesbian porn a couple of times out of curiosity Before my thoughts went any farther Dan hit a few keys and then the screen filled with a rapid slide show of gay porn. Only it was homosexual porn, not lesbian. My insides didn't know what to do. My brain couldn't process what I was seeing. It wasn't my stuff so it had to be Jeff's. If he was looking at gay porn it was not for the same reason I was and I would definitely not approve of him having an affair with another guy. The idea of some guy with his thing inside Jeff gave me the creeps as did the idea of Jeff fucking me with a poopy dick he had had up the backside of some stranger... That's when I saw the picture of Jeff with his shirt off, sitting on a couch kissing some stranger in a room full of guys in various states of undress. "Oh My God!" I blurted out. The next picture was of Jeff on his hands and knees, smiling up open mouthed at a big cock while another guy was behind him with his hands on Jeff's hips, buried to the hilt. Dan hit a couple of keys and the slides disappeared. He handed me my wine glass which I took and drained. My world had just done a complete Sean White, spun around 480º only it had crashed. My own brain was now a BSD. I found myself out in the kitchen chugging down the rest of my second glass and pouring a third one. Dan stood in the doorway of the computer room, sipping his own glass. "I'm really sorry," he said. "I should have been more careful. It surprised me, just like last time, and I didn't think you'd be back so quickly." "No, don't be sorry. I don't want to be living a lie. I'm glad I found out." "That's what Mar—the lady said the other time this happened." Dan walked slowly over towards me, stopping a few feet away, looking so empathetic. We looked at each other for a moment. "The worst part," I said, "is I don't even have anyone I can talk to about this. It's not like I can call one of my girlfriends up and tell her my husband is gay. They'd think I was a clueless idiot. I'd never live it down" "You can talk to me if you want. I'm anonymous. And I'm cheap." I looked up at him. His face was so sympathetic. I thought for a moment. "What the hell. You're one fifth the price of a therapist." We walked back out to the the kitchen with our glasses. Dan smiled at me warmly and sincerely as he pulled a stool out for me and then sat on the other side, topping of our wine glasses. I spilled my guts out. I surprised myself with how forthcoming I was, but I had just gone through a major shock, I was borderline drunk, and Dan was easy to talk to. Finally he said, "You had no idea he was interested in having sex with other men?" I told him how Jeff never seemed that crazy over 'straight sex' but liked anal sex and for me to give him oral sex, but never vice-versa. I confessed how he had surprised me one night by handing me a strap-on. The idea didn't turn me on, but I did it once for him. How he always was secretive about the computer and his business trips, and how he was always was buying me toys to please myself, claiming he felt guilty because he traveled so much for his job. None of those clues caused me any suspicion at the time, but in hindsight they seem so obvious. Dan chivalrously stood up for Jeff. Was I sure that was him? Maybe he was just goofing around at some bachelor party. He suggested we look at the pictures again to be sure. "You didn't really look at them very long." "No!" I said, surprising myself with my vehemence, "I can't look at those pictures again right now." We opened up another bottle of wine while we talked and I let Dan put some moves on me. I was flattered when he said he didn't see how anyone could be a homosexual around a woman like me. When he put his hand on mine and said he was there if I needed anything, I didn't protest when he didn't move it away. I realized how much I missed having a man pay this much attention to me. It was exciting to have someone trying to seduce me, especially someone as good-looking as Dan. Dan got up to get us a couple glasses of water, and when he came back he didn't sit down in his seat across from me where he had been before, but instead set one glass in front of me and the other next to it. I thought I knew what was going to happen next, he was going to sit next to me and make his move, put his arm around me and try to kiss me, and the anticipation caused a wetness in my crotch. But I needed time to think, to step back and decide it this is what I really wanted. I started to get up and go to the bathroom. Before I could rise, Dan put his hands on my shoulders and applied gentle pressure. It was like Spock's Vulcan Seduction Nerve Pinch – his hands were masterful and I was his. He slid his hands down my back and sucked the tension out of my body through my back and into his fingers as he expertly massaged me. I sighed and even let out an occasional moan. He let his hands rise up to my shoulders and then they went further until he had one under my chin and the other on the back of my head. When he gently twisted me around his face was there and then we were kissing and it felt so good but I had to break it off. "I'm married, Dan." He looked me full in the face, like a parent confronting a lying child. "Do you want me to stop?" I folded quickly, committing myself.. "God, no." I stood up and we locked our mouths together. He stroked my breasts through my clothes. When I brushed up against his large bulging cock I became even wetter. I led him to the bedroom. I had no reason to feel guilty now. Not only was my husband neglecting me but he was having an affair. And for me, it was worse that he was having an affair with a man – men, than another woman. I had carte blanche. He was everything I dreamed of, like the lover I always fantasized about but knew never existed, the one I wrote about in my stories.. His cock was big and hard just like I knew it would be, his body was sculpted without being over-the-top, and his techniques were perfect. He touched me in all the right places, licked me to orgasm, and then fucked me over and over and over again until I was a human jellyfish, tingling all over. When we were finished I melted into the bed, seeing the green numerals 9:58 on the clock before I closed my eyes. I was aware of Dan laying behind me, holding me, while I drifted away, like a parent comforting a child back to sleep after a nightmare. Somewhere in my subconscious I registered his voice, though it wasn't until the middle of the next day that I remembered what he had said. "I'm going to finish up on your computer. I'll be done in two more hours. Dan smiled to himself as he worked on Karen's computer. Dan loved his job. The money wasn't great, but it was cash and the benefits could not be beat. God she had been good. Not as much as a looker at Mary, but she personified the term Cougar, one of the Cs in CCR. Yesterday had been easy. As soon as he got on the computer he identified some pictures of 'Jeff'. He uploaded those to his laptop while he worked on Karen's computer. Within 15 minutes Dan's laptop had identified some faces in gay porn similar to Jeff's. Dan removed the gay pornography from the computer. He could claim he thought that's what Karen wanted, but still be able to supply the original pictures with the guy who resembled Jeff but without Jeff's head GIMPed in. After that he finished cleaning out the remaining viruses and malware and ad-ware Jeff nor Karen would have any complaints. But Dan had no doubt Karen would be calling him out for tune-up soon anyway. He set the bill down on the table, picked up the cash envelope, and walked out of the door. I felt marvelous the next day. I went down and booted up the computer and then got my coffee. The message light was blinking on the phone. I had definitely missed Jeff's nightly call, but I wouldn't have been able to handle talking to him even if I wasn't being fucked into blissdom by a super stud. I was debating whether I was ready to look at the pictures of Jeff again when I realized I wouldn't know where to search for them. I'd have to call Dan. 'Darn!', I laughed out loud, thinking of his naked body, 'That would be terrible.' I clicked a couple of icons and everything was working perfectly. It was great. 'Damn', I thought, 'That's a shame.' I sat back for a moment. I noticed the empty ATM envelope and then the bill. Karen: 10 hours @ $20/hr for services rendered. Paid in full. BTW, I recommend at least weekly tune-ups. Without proper attention things just don't work at the level they should. Future sessions shouldn't take more than a few hours. Thank you – Dan the C man P.S. Every customer you refer to me who engages my services earns you a free visit. P.S.S. Should you ever need a lot of work done, I do have an assistant available for only $10 an hour more. I smiled to myself. I could afford it. I would definitely be recommending him to Nancy, but not yet. I picked up the phone. "Dan," I said when he answered, "I think something is off. Is there any chance you can come back this evening? I can offer overtime benefits again."