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New Boss

By: lflutterby2



"Hello there." 

Samantha looked up and smiled. Rising and sticking out her hand she came around the side of her desk to greet the newcomer. "Hi" she said "I'll be your personal assistant for the duration of you visit to our branch office." All the while she was smiling and talking her eyes took in the rugged appearance of her temporary boss. He had a strong chin with a cleft in the middle. His nose was aquiline with a slight bump in the bridge, as if it had been broken at least once in his lifetime. His eyes were of an interesting hazel green. His olive suit brought them out beautifully. He had dark chestnut hair that had a slight wave to it. He looked as if he had at least one Italian ancestor with his dark complexion. All in all he was quite a fine specimen. She had to bring her mind back to the matter at hand or she would end up drooling all over herself.

He had taken note of the interest in her eyes and took his own perusal of her person while he was at it. She had shoulder length curly hair with bright blue eyes that had a sensual look to them. Her lips were rosy and had a slight pout to them. The things he could think of that she could do with that mouth began to run through his head. "Sorry, I was distracted by your mouth.... what did you say?"

She widened her eyes slightly in shock that he would be honest enough to actually admit that. She took a deep breath and said "That's all right, I was wondering about your tight rear end myself..." She smiled as she said it and looked him right in the eye; almost daring him to have a comeback to that one.

He grinned and extended his hand. "Matthew Marchal"She smiled right back and responded "Samantha Tranker." As their hands connected a spark seemed to jump between them and light them both on fire. 

He pulled her closer to him and kissed the back of her hand "It's a pleasure to meet you..." He turned her hand over and gently licked the middle of her palm "...ma'am." She shuddered slightly at the action. She found it to be highly erotic.

As she pulled her hand away she felt a keen sense of regret. However, with the way this first meeting is going, she has very high hopes for the future.

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The next day she was taking dictation in his office when all of a sudden he stood up and stretched and said "I've had just about enough work for the day... how about you?" There was a definite leer in his eye as he said this. She knew that everything that could happen this day all depended upon her response to this.

"Yeah I think it's time we got to know one another better. What do you think?" She said. "I think that is a wonderful Idea." He replied. He walked towards her and held out his hand. She took his hand and slid up against him. He leaned his head down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She slid one hand up his chest and around his neck deepening the kiss as she leaned in closer. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and picked her slightly up off of the floor. He walked her towards the desk and braced her over it. He leaned into her and pulled one hand free so that he could cup her breast and play with it through her top. He reached between them and slid his hand up her thigh till he got to her damp crotch.

He slid his fingers back and forth across the satin fabric. The harder he rubbed, the damper the panties became. "Please." She moaned. He smiled and kissed her quick and hard before whirling her around and leaning over her.

As he bent her over the desk, he simultaneously yanked her panties down and her skirt up. With one swipe of her arm she cleared off his desk and she gripped the opposite side of it with a tight fist. He reached around and squeezed her breasts, kneading them and twisting the nipples. A slight moan escaped her parted lips and she arched back against him, grinding her firm ass into his bulging crotch. He took his left hand and reached between her cheeks seeking the moisture between and finding it he stroked her back and forth with her own juices until she was almost dripping. She was containing her moans with difficulty. Occasionally one would escape her trembling lips and she would be hushed by the sweet whisper of his kiss upon her lips. He gripped her by the hips and shoved her higher up on the desk. He reached down and unzipped himself, pulling his cock out and letting it bounce against her ass. He rubbed himself up and down her slit, lubricating the head of his cock with her juice. He kicked her legs wider apart forcing his legs completely in between hers until she was stretched to the point of being uncomfortable. He spread her wide with one hand and reached down to guide himself to her wet opening with the other.

As he slipped the head of his cock into her she could feed it pulsing with excitement. She arched her body back trying to take more of him into her; only as she would shove backwards he would pull back as well so that he was not advancing anymore than just the head. She finally gave up on forcing him to go deeper into her and just whimpered with unfulfilled desire. 

As he heard this he positioned himself with his knees slightly bent and angled her way. He gripped her by her shoulder length brown hair, twisting his fist tightly into the loose curls. That proceeded to yank her head and neck backwards arching her throat in a slight arc. Once he got her in a position he liked he didn't hesitate. He slammed his full length into her in one forceful shove. She almost screamed with excitement. He leaned forward and sank his teeth into her neck biting and leaving his mark. He soothed it with his tongue gently stroking her smooth skin, all the while slamming into her, forcing her further up on the desk with every shove. 

He released her hair and slid his arm around her chest just above her breasts. Gripping her tightly he pulled her backward until she was leaning almost completely upright again. Her breasts bounced with every return thrust. He began to slam into her more forcefully with every withdrawal. She reached around and gripped him by his firm thigh and held tight. Trying to keep her balance she dug her nails hard into his thigh and he growled in response seeming to enjoy the slight twinge her nails gave him. So, she reached even further back and gripped his buttock digging her nails in. 

He slowed down and stopped. Pulling back and away he removed himself from her causing her to groan in frustration. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away from her desk and pulling her after him as he walked to a straight backed chair that was near. He sat down with slightly spread legs and pulled her to him. He suckled on her tight nipples reaching down and massaging her throbbing clit. She arched into his hand and ground herself into him trying to ease the ache he had created. He pulled his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. She felt her knees wobble when she felt the first sensation of his tongue stroking her enlarged clit. A strangled moan escaped her and he looked up at her with a wicked twinkle in his eye and went back to work.

He laved and stroked his tongue up and down her wet slit, concentrating on her clit on every return sweep of his tongue. He slipped his hand between her thighs and lightly stroked all around her opening gently teasing her with the hint of more when he would dip his finger inside. As she ground herself onto his hand he gave in and slipped his finger inside. He slowly worked it in and out, twisting it as he went. He added another finger and got a little rougher with every gentle spasm he felt pulse through her. As she neared her peak while he was stabbing her clit with his tongue, she gripped him by the hair and held on tight. She started to twitch and moan more rapidly. He slipped one of his fingers out of her and slid it around to her anal entry. He circled it and gently pressed on it sliding just the tip of his finger inside. The feeling of her ass being penetrated as she was nearing orgasm sent her over the edge and she drew her fist to her sharply to stifle her outcry as she came. While she was still trembling with residual spasms of pleasure, he pulled away from her and pulled her face down to his for a gentle kiss. 

He swirled his tongue around hers and sucked hers into his mouth so he could tease it with teeth and tongue. They kissed until he became aware of how her body was still slightly trembling with a lack of real strength to hold her upright after her intense orgasm. He withdrew from the kiss and pulled her down onto his lap. This put her at the perfect angle to enter her while still sitting.

He had kept his erection the entire time he was licking and fingering her wet slit. He loved the taste and smell of her arousal. He gently lifted her up just enough so that he could slide his still unsatisfied cock into her. She felt him penetrate her and she slowly slid down his length. She slid down until he was fully embedded inside her. She reached forward and slid her arms around his neck and pulled his head to her breasts as she started to slowly side up and down on his rigid length. He nuzzled his face in between her breasts and slipped his hand around so that he could grip one and guide it to his mouth. As he sucked on her nipple she started to increase her pace. She began to grip him with her inner muscles in a powerful clench and release motion. 

He wrapped both arms around her waist and began to help her ride him, controlling the speed and length of her movements upon his cock. He started to thrust his hips with every withdrawal trying to keep any and all contact he could with her. He could feel his own orgasm coming upon him and didn't want her to go without, so he reached between them and stroked her clit with a gentle, purposeful touch. The wilder she became the more intense it was for him so he continued to stroke her and rub on her clit. As he felt himself begin to pulse with his orgasm he applied just the right amount of pressure to send her off. She clenched around him and her inner muscles gripped him so tightly that they set off his own orgasm. He could feel her milking all of his semen out of him clenching so tightly he gasped with the intensity of it. They lay together in a tangled mass and caught their breath. 

"I have a feeling I'm going to love working here." He drawled.

New Boss



"Damn. I forgot my umbrella. And, I'm late for work."

Carol Evans drove the 30-minute commute every day to the office. The rain this past week was relentless. Carol parked her car in the far lot and made a run for the entrance. The fifty-yard run drenched and darkened her long straight auburn hair. She quickly checked her face in the bathroom and tried her best to dry her hair and face. After a quick reapplication of makeup, Carol stepped out of the bathroom and sneaked over to her desk.

"Surprise Carol!" said Ann. Ann was Carol's friend and fellow secretary at the small accounting firm. "Carol, you're just in time. We're having a meeting in two minutes. Some kind of surprise. Don't know what."

Oh great Carol thought. They're probably going to reorganize again and lay off the staff or something disastrous.

The small staff of ten crowded into the small conference room. The VP of the firm stepped in and announced that the firm had been acquired and that they had a new owner. Some larger company had acquired the firm.

Then he stepped in. 

"Hello." There was a brief pause while everyone observed the man standing at the end of the mahogany conference table. Carol and Ann looked at one another and they both had the same thought—"Not bad at all."

"Hi everyone. Sorry to announce such a sudden change. I wanted to make this transition of ownership as smooth as possible. In order to do this, I'll be working with some of you very closely to learn more about the business, your customers, and whatever else might be relevant."

Carol couldn't help wishing that she'd be working alone with the only man talking in the room. She couldn't help noticing him---deep dark eyes, straight black hair, caramel skin, and the luscious lips. She couldn't place his ethnicity. Probably Indian, maybe Hispanic. Carol grew up in a small town and she never really worked with anyone non-white. Carol had never attended college so she never really left her small town. She had married her high school sweetheart more out of resignation and his persistence than anything else. Carol was in her mid-thirties, and she was blessed with great looks. She had long auburn hair and piercing blue eyes with smooth creamy skin. Despite her age, she only had a few wrinkles and had gained a few pounds, but she had aged gracefully.

"Here's the schedule. I'll be spending the next three months in this office trying to learn everything about our acquisition." 

One of the employees asked, "By the way, sir, what is your name?"

"Oh my. I'm sorry. Let me tell you about myself. My name is Ram. I graduated from NYU with an MBA a few years ago, and Mr. Rennart brought me on board to ensure that this acquisition goes smoothly."

Ram made eye contact with Carol and kept his gaze. Ann noticed and elbowed Carol.

"In any case, here's the schedule. I'll be talking to each one of you individually this week. Thanks."

As Ann and Carol stepped out of the meeting, Ann said, "Damn Carol. Did you see his biceps? I hope we meet at his place. God knows I need it!"

Carol rolled her eyes at her divorced friend. Carol reassured herself that she was happily married to her high school sweetheart and that no one could come between her and her husband Jake.

---NEXT MORNING—

"Hi...is it..Carol?" Ram said as he slanted his head to read the partially covered name tag on Carol's desk. 

Carol kept typing and finally looked up. She was taken aback by Ram. He was even more attractive than what she noticed from yesterday's meeting. He was dressed in a short sleeve polo so she noticed his well-developed biceps and she also noticed his firm legs and well-developed chest.

"Oh, yes...I'm Carol. Nice to meet you." She said extending her hand. 

Ram spoke "Carol do you have some time to meet this afternoon? I really want to understand your financial reporting process. This is probably the most vital part and I'll need to understand everything. Besides, I've heard that you are the resident expert."

Ann chimed in, "Yup. She is definitely the expert!"

Carol replied, "Sure! Yes. Let's meet later in the afternoon."

"Great. I'll drop by at 4:30 PM." Said Ram.

Carol couldn't help feeling incredibly attracted to Ram. He was an amazing physical specimen and he was almost "pretty" without sacrificing any masculinity. Carol's husband Jake majored in drinking beer, was barely interested in sex of any kind, smoked like a chimney, and never really treated Carol special. He was a great husband and wonderful provider, and a dutiful father to their daughter, but Carol reassured herself that she was a married woman and that she shouldn't have these feelings. 

Carol spent the day organizing all the files and documents that she would need for her meeting later in the afternoon. 

Before the meeting Carol went into the bathroom and put some cold water on her eyes. Then she checked her hair and makeup and did some touchups. Why would she need to care? She was married. It's not like she was going on a date or something.

She walked into Ram's makeshift cubicle. That's when she noticed that he had no ring on his left hand. Had he forgotten it? 

Carol sat a couple feet away from Ram and she summarized on paper the entire financial reporting process. Ram caught on really fast. He asked really good questions. Ram looked straight into Carol's face when she explained everything. Carol never looked up. She started to fear Ram and what might happen if she tested the boundaries of her flirtation. Then she thought, what's the harm in just having some fun? Carol then looked back into Ram's dark brown eyes. He had high cheekbones and a chiseled face. His skin was absolutely smooth. Not even the slightest imperfection. It was like a baby's bottom. Carol moved in closer and straightened her back so that he could get a good look at her ample cleavage. Ram definitely noticed and then their feet touched. Carol didn't politely say "excuse me". Neither one of them did. They stayed connected and definitely attentive to one another. Carol could tell that she had gotten to Ram. He started digressing. Had she gotten to him? Wow. Carol felt more confident and incredibly liberated that she was having an effect on this young attractive man. 

Ram then looked at his watch. "Carol, can we continue this later? Actually, I really need to look at your trial balances. Do you have these?"

Carol looked through her entire pile and she had forgotten about the request. She lied and said, "One of the systems crashed and they just got it running. Could I run it and then email it to you from home?"

"Well, actually, I like hardcopies. Could you bring it by my apartment? I will meet you downstairs and you can hand it to me then. Is this OK?"

Carol felt a knot in her stomach. She felt like a deer approaching the lion's den. "OK. I do have to go someplace tonight. Let me drop it off and then I'll be on my way." Carol didn't mention her husband or that she had a family. She had "accidentally" left her wedding band in her purse when she went to the bathroom before the meeting. Carol surprised herself.

Ram left and after a few minutes, Carol picked up the report and drove to the address given to her by Ram. It was Friday and Carol's husband had taken their daughter to his mom's house. Carol said that she was really busy and that she'd join them later. Hopefully much later...Carol couldn't believe the thoughts that were crossing her mind. Was she nuts? Here she was a happily married woman.

Carol's phone rang. It was Ram. 

"Carol. I'm really sorry. I can't leave the apartment right now. I'll explain later. If you want, you can go ahead and leave the report by the mailbox and I'll get it in a few minutes. I don't want to take you away from anything on a Friday evening."

Carol hesitated for a moment.

"Carol? Are you there?"

"Yes Ram. I'm here. Sorry. Yes. I can actually bring it up to you. I'll just explain it very quickly and then I'll be on my way."

"Are you sure? It's Friday night. You probably want to spend it with your boyfriend or family. We can discuss this on Monday."

Carol sort of lied. "No boyfriend. I'll be up in a few minutes."

Ram greeted Carol at the front door. He concealed his lower half behind the door. 

"Ram, are you OK? What's wrong?

"Oh nothing Carol. I just forgot that I had only packed one pair of pants and they got wet so I'm drying them. I just have some boxers on."

Carol's mouth went dry. "Oh OK. No big deal. Can I just come in and explain this to you? It's kind of cold in the hallway."

"Oh I'm sorry. Of course you can come in." 

Carol thought to herself---no big deal. He has boxers on. It's like having a pair of shorts on. No big deal. Carol stepped in and the color left her already pale face. Ram's body was gorgeous. It was like the body of Michelangelo's David---his legs were muscular and he was just yummy in his loose-fitting boxers. He had on a sleeveless t-shirt which absolutely showed off his amazing biceps and pectorals. 

"Carol, before we begin, why don't I show you around?" Carol nodded and smiled. 

"This is the living room as you can see. Here's the kitchen."

Then Carol walked in front of Ram. "Then here's the office and bedroom."

"Carol, are you good with MS Excel?"

"Yes, I'm very good at it."

"Could you help me with this macro? I've been having a hell of a time making the damn thing work properly."

Ram then sat down in the chair and Carol got on her knees right near his lap. Ram kept talking and describing the difficulty he was having. Carol nodded and indicated her assent by saying "Um hum" and "yes". Then entire time she was watching the hole in his boxers. She decided to risk it and see how far she could go with this attraction she felt towards this beautiful man. 

Carol brushed the back of Ram's calf and she kept staring at the hole in his boxers. She got a response. She noticed the bulge growing in Ram's boxers. He kept typing away, eyes never once leaving the screen. Carol then pointed her arm to the screen, allowing Ram full visual access to her double-D chest. Ram caught a look and smiled. Carol noticed the bulge get bigger and she then rubbed the back of his calf once more. This time she saw Ram's engorging curved cock grow beyond the confines of his boxers. She noticed the peehole peek out of the hole in his boxers. Carol turned her phone off. She had passed the point of no return. Carol then rubbed Ram's bicep and Ram's cock jumped out of his boxers. Carol almost fell back. She was amazed. Jake never reacted like this to her affections and here she was driving this beautiful exotic man into a frenzy. 

Ram's cock was huge and had a natural frontal curve, like a banana. It was very dark and it was quite large. It was the blackest cock Carol had ever seen. It was topped with a fiery red head and a small slit on the crown. Ram's cock veins started pulsating and his cock straightened out some more. Then Ram touched Carol on the head and went to kiss her. Carol then grabbed his huge 9-inch black pecker and squeezed. Ram moaned and kissed Carol. 

Carol then started rubbing the slit of Ram's cock with her index finger. 

"Oh my God Carol. Wow. That feels great."

Carol then got up and took her blouse and bra off. Then she put her head back and shook her head. Ram looked into her blue eyes and auburn hair as it fell across her luscious pink breasts. Ram got up and grabbed her boobs and Carol never released her hand from his ample penis which she kept squeezing. They kissed and tongued one another for a few minutes. Ram's cock grew even more and Carol looked down at it.

"Holy shit. You got one big black cock. I wanna taste every square inch of that fucking thing."

Carol then knelt down and slowly licked the tip of Ram's cock as if she were licking a lollipop and wanted it to last forever.

Carol then slid her tongue all the way down to Ram's big furry balls and sucked each nut. With her tongue never leaving his cock she worked all the way back up.

Carol then said, "Boy, you better sit down on this chair. We're gonna be here for a while. I am not even close to done."

Ram then sat down with his pecker facing the roof. Carol was a very pretty girl. She had definitely aged a bit and she had some excess weight, but she was a natural beauty with an underserved sexual appetite. This made Carol incredibly desirable.

Carol sucked and slurped Ram's cock and then fluttered the tip of her tongue on the underside of Ram's cock. Ram started to moan slightly and put his head back against the office chair. The he looked into Carol's blue eyes, "Carol, I want to fuck you." 

Carol obediently stood up and removed her shoes, and panties. She left her short skirt on. Carol noticed Ram's cock was completely swollen and his smooth 9-inch black cock was topped by a bright red bulb that went even redder as Carol licked it with her sharp tongue.

Carol stood before Ram and lifted her skirt. She then walked over to Ram and positioned her sopping wet pussy directly over his cock. Carol and Ram both moaned in unison as Ram's cock slowly impaled Carol. 

"Oh Carol....Carol...please go lower. Let me fuck you with every inch of my cock."

Carol remained silent and smiled at her new found lover. Carol then slowly lowered herself down Ram's cock. Ram's black cock glistened with Carol's frothy pussy juices. Carol slightly hesitated and Ram angrily slapped Carol's ass.

"Come on bitch!" SLAP. Carol yelped but her pussy ran like a faucet.

Ram then grabbed the meaty sides of Carol's freckled ass cheeks and started pounding Carol's pussy. 

"Ow...oh oh oh oh oh my god! I love your black cock! It love it I love it....ooohhhhhhhh GOD!"

Carol's pussy juices puddled underneath the office chair as Ram pounded Carol. Suddenly, Ram buried his entire cock into Carol and stayed there. With his cock inside Carol, he rose from the chair. This time he tenderly laid Carol on her back on his bed and pounded Carol's pussy in the missionary position. 

"Carol. I want to take you from behind. Get up and let me take you."

Carol complied to her lover's request.

Ram then slowly entered Carol. Inch by wonderful inch he slowly buried his entire cock into Carol's glistening pussy. Ram completely stretched Carol's pussy to the max. He then bumped the end of Carol's pussy and kept his cock buried inside Carol and rubbed her hips.

"Carol, has your husband ever reached the same depth that I have?"

"No. Never." 

"Can I fuck you anytime during my stay here? Can I fuck you every night?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way lover..." said Carol.

Ram knew that he had Carol now. 

Ram started fucking Carol again and when Carol looked back Ram would grimace once in a while. In the heat of the passion, Carol remembered that she was not on the pill and that Ram wasn't wearing any protection. 

Ram looked like he was reaching the end of the rope. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Carol. Carol! CAAAAAARRRROOOLLL!"

"RAM. Pull out! Oh God! I'm not on the pill!!"

Ram's voice then got hoarse and he pulled Carol's chunky ass until he buried his cock deep into Carol's pussy.

Carol started to shed tears but her body kept giving back to Ram. Her mind knew what was happening, but her body did not want to stop it.

Ram plowed one last time and Carol then felt Ram's boiling hot cum erupt into her unprotected womb. 

"Oh God! Oh fuck! I'm cumming inside you...bitch!"

After Ram had unloaded the contents on his balls deep into Carol, he kept his cock buried inside Carol and they fell asleep together kissing softly.



New Boss



I've gone from being a big wheel in a small company to being a much smaller wheel in a big, foreign owned conglomerate. The transition hasn't been easy for me. Especially since my new boss is quite a bit younger than I am. It's especially annoying that he's nice and I like him. The new parent company is French and they shipped him over from Paris. So not only is he young, good looking and smart, but he has this disgusting accent. He even pronounces my name like Jacque. My name is Jack. Every girl/woman in the office is in love with him. It's just disgusting, that's what it is.

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"Can I get you something to drink? All I have cold is beer, but if you'd like wine I have a nice merlot," I asked Henri, my new boss. 

"A beer sounds wonderful Jacque."

We'd come over to my house to pick up the paperwork in my briefcase that I'd forgotten at home. He needed it for an early morning meeting. Fortunately he wasn't upset with me since I hadn't known that he would need it.

It was a hot day and I wasn't sure where my wife, Janice, was. When we came in the front door, I'd called her name and gotten no response. 

Henri gratefully took the beer. "Sorry I missed your wife. I've seen the picture you have of her in your office. You are a very lucky man."

I smiled at the thought of that picture. My wife is almost fifteen years younger than I am and besides being pretty; she has a body to kill for. "I'm not sure I want you to meet her," I joked.

I already told you that Henri was younger than I and better looking to boot. I'm really jealous of all of the attention he gets from the women at the office. Even the married ones make comments about him in front of me. I have to admit that it's understandable. He has those boyish good looks that make woman wanted to mother him; in a carnal way I was sure. They swoon over his black, wavy hair and those dimples when he smiles; Jesus, no one should be that handsome.

He looked at me quizzically. "Just joking," I said. "Let me go get the file from my briefcase. I'll be right back."

"No problem Jacque, take your time."

I left Henri in the living room and went back to my office to get the file. Unfortunately it wasn't in my briefcase as I expected. My desk was a mess and it took me several minutes to find the file.

I returned to the living room, but saw Henri standing by the window in the dining room looking out at our backyard while he drank his beer. "Here's the file," I said. When he turned and looked at me I thought he looked startled. 

As I walked toward him he looked out the window one more time and then turned toward me looking flustered. "Jacque I'm sorry." He looked out the window. "I guess that's your wife out by the pool. I did not mean to stare at her."

I looked out the window and felt my face getting red. Yes, it was my wife. She was lying on her stomach on the lounger, stark naked. Her cute, round little buttocks glistened with suntan lotion. Her head was away from us and she had her legs spread immodestly with her toes pointed toward the house. I could just make out her dark pubic hair showing under the crack of her cute ass. Her jet black hair made her skin look even whiter and with her complexion, I've often told her that she shouldn't lie out in the sun, but she does it anyhow. 

I looked back at Henri and saw that he was looking at her again. I thought that the proper thing for him to do would be to go back into the living room, but I'm not sure that I wouldn't have done the same thing in his shoes.

"Uh, I'd better let her know that we have company," I said. I was sort of half embarrassed and half proud of my lovely wife. I walked over to the slider; noticing that Henri stayed by the window; watching Janice.

I opened the slider and leaned out. Janice heard the slider and lifted up on her elbows and looked at me. Before I could say a word, she got up facing me and said, "Hi Jack, why don't you come out and join me?" She stood there, seeing no reason to cover her pert little breasts; or for that matter, anything.

"Uh Hon, we have company. My boss is here."

"Your boss, your boss is here?"

"Uh yeah."

She turned around and looked down at the chaise lounge. "Do you see my robe?" She sounded a little rattled.

"Uh no."

She turned back to me and put one hand over a breast while she looked at the house. I glanced at the dining room window and saw Henri still standing there, taking in the view.

I'm sure that Janice saw him and wasn't sure what to do, but after a moments indecision she splayed her hand in front of her pubis and sort of half ran toward me causing the breast she wasn't holding to bounce seductively. Going right by me, she turned and ran down the hall to our bedroom.

I turned and looked at Henri. He took a sip of beer while he watched her naked derriere disappear down the hall.

"Uh sorry Henri."

"You do not have to apologize to me. I guess that I should apologize to you. But your wife is so beautiful I could not take my eyes off of her."

"Uh thanks," I said lamely. I shrugged; what happened, happened. I noticed that his beer was empty. "Can I get you another beer?"

"No, I should get going."

But then, the bedroom door opened and Janice emerged. She'd thrown on a tank top and shorts. Since I could see her nipples poking the fabric I assumed that she hadn't put on any underwear.

"I'm so sorry. You must be Mr. Armaund," she said advancing on my boss with her hand out.

Please call me Henri," he said, pronouncing it with a silent h. As he smiled the dimples on his cheeks looked boyishly handsome. "I am sorry; I did not mean to intrude." 

He took her hand, bent his head and lightly brushed his lips against the back. Enchanté Mrs. Regan."

"It's Janice, she said blushing. "Jack didn't tell me he was bringing home guests." She turned, clearly flustered and said, "Here, let me get you another beer," and without waiting for a reply, went into the kitchen.

I smiled at Henri; unsure how to handle the situation. We heard the refrigerator open, bottles clinking, followed by three pops. Seconds later she returned with three beers and handed one to each of us.

"Why don't we go out and sit by the pool," she suggested.

Janice led the way. I motioned Henri through the slider and closed it after we'd exited. When I turned back I saw Henri holding a lawn chair for her to sit on. It looked like he looked down her tank top as she sat. Men can't get enough, I thought. As he sat, I walked by her and couldn't resist looking down her top also. It was billowed out from her chest and I had a perfect view of a breast and a hard nipple.

Henri was charming and now seemed in no hurry to leave as we chatted about the weather, or whatever.

"You have a beautiful home Mrs. Regan."

"Thank you," she replied. "But please call me Janice."

"Janice, that is a beautiful name," he replied; rewarding her with his dimpled smile. She smiled back, clearly pleased with the compliment.

We sat there and drank beer. Once I went in and filled a bucket with ice and beer and we were working our way through it. I was actually enjoying myself, despite what I took to be Henri's occasional flirtatious remark to my wife. He IS married, but that wasn't stopping him. It was probably the Frenchman in him. Janice was soaking it all up, high on the attention.

"You know it's really hot out here tonight," I exclaimed. "Maybe we should go inside."

"Or we could just jump in the pool," said Janice. I suddenly realized that she was obviously drunk.

"I don't have a suit," said Henri.

"You could borrow one of Jack's," she said, but then she looked at me and we realized that wouldn't work. I have a couple of extra inches around the waist compared with Henri. 

"Hell, you've already seen me naked and the French aren't so uptight about nudity are they Henri?" she stated.

"No, not so," he replied.

Without waiting for us to comment, she stood and pulled her tank top over her head giving us a delicious glimpse of her chest. Then she turned toward the pool, bent over and stepped out of her shorts to uncover her cute little butt.

"Jesus Janice," I said, sort of laughing as she dove into the pool. I looked over at Henri. 

He watched her swim away, her nakedness just visible under the water. "Will it bother you Jacque?"

What could I say? "Uh, no," I stammered.

He turned and watched Janice swimming to the other end of the pool while he pulled off his clothes then dove in. He wasn't a very good swimmer, mostly splashing; but Janice glided through the water.

I could either join them or be left out. I watched Janice laugh and splash water in his face before diving away from him. This could easily get out of hand and I only saw one solution. I took off my clothes and dove into the pool.

Henri couldn't catch Janice; however hard he tried and he was getting winded, trying. 

After about ten minutes, Janice climbed out of the pool laughing. Both Henri and I swam to the end of the pool, ready to climb out. Janice bent over to pick up her clothes, giving Henri, who was closest, another great view of her ass. She ran into the house.

Treading water, Henri turned to me. "Your wife is an excellent swimmer is she not?"

I swam up next to him. "Yes she is. She swims every day."

Janice came out of the house with three towels. She was wrapped in a fluffy white terrycloth robe. Henri swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. His cock was sticking straight up. He seemed nonplused by his nudity or his obvious erection. 

"Now I see why you couldn't catch me," she giggled. "It looks like your rudder slowed you down." She handed a towel to Henri, grinning at him. I climbed out of the pool as well. My cock hung limp. When she handed me a towel she said, "You don't seem to have enjoyed your swim as much as Henri did, dear." I smiled and shook my head as I began drying off.

Janice toweled her hair and asked Henri, "I don't have anything fancy, but you're welcome to stay for dinner."

Henri took his eyes off of her for a minute and looked at the sun; which was getting lower on the horizon. "I would love to, but I have to get home to my family."

"Oh, do you have children?" she asked.

"Yes, two girls."

"You're very lucky. We've been trying for a year."

"Oh that is too bad." He turned to me grinning. "I guess that you just have to keep trying huh Jacque?"

"Uh well, the doctor says I have a low sperm count." I don't know why I had to tell him that.

"We've been thinking about going to a clinic and using donated sperm," said my wife. "I just feel uncomfortable getting sperm from some stranger, you know?"

"I imagine," he replied. He began pulling on his clothes. His erection had almost subsided, but I noticed that Janice glanced down at his groin anyway. "Well I had better get going. Thank you so much for the beer and the swim."

"We'll have to give you a rain check," I said as I pulled on my clothes. "Maybe your wife and kids would enjoy using the pool?"

"Uh well, maybe. Uh Jacque, I would appreciate it if you would not mention this afternoon to anyone at work or, well, to anyone."

"Don't worry about that."

We escorted him to the front door and he kissed Janice on the cheek before departing. After I closed the door, Janice said, "I think he would have liked to stick his rudder in me."

"Gee," I said mockingly, "what made you think that?"

"Oh I don't know. I sure seemed to have his attention."

"That seemed pretty obvious."

"Are you angry with me?"

"No, but I was a little surprised when you stripped. You were only teasing him right?"

"Gee, I don't know. Should I have let him catch me?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

I smiled and then laughed, shaking my head.

"You never told me that he was so handsome," she teased me. "I'll bet the all of the women at the office swoon every time he walks by."

"Yes they do and it's disgusting," I smiled.

"Come on my handsome husband; let's go get dinner." She walked up and kissed me.

"Hmmm, I feel my rudder stiffening," I said reaching for her.

She danced away out of my reach. "We'll see after dinner," she laughed.

**********

After dinner, Janice acted like she'd forgotten about the promise of sex. I was really disappointed when she went to her computer to check her e-mails. She typed away busily, ignoring me. So I reacted like a normal male; I got drunk.

That night I climbed into bed next to my wife. She kissed me goodnight and I lay there thinking about her having sex with Henri; no kissing or anything, just sex. I felt my cock getting hard thinking about it so I turned on my side so Janice wouldn't notice. I felt kind of guilty thinking about her having sex with another man, but that didn't keep me from getting hard. 

Then she turned onto her side and cuddled up to my back. Both of us slept naked and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back. She kissed my back and brought her hand around to my groin. She discovered my erection and squeezed it. "Would you like to stick your rudder in me?" She stroked my cock.

I quickly forgot my earlier feelings and rolled over to kiss her. She rolled onto her back while we kissed. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," she replied.

I leaned my head down and kissed her left breast and sucked her nipple between my lips. She put her hand on the back of my head and said, "Mmmmm."

I moved down, kissing her flat stomach as I went. I moved my tongue around her belly button and into its recess. Her skin smelled like chlorine from the pool.

"You should have shaved," she commented.

"Do you want me to?" I asked, lifting my head.

"Not now. Keep going."

I did. I slid farther down until I was lying between her legs and I buried my face in her short black pubic hair. I loved the feel of it on my face. Her pubic hair was soft like a baby's. I reached up with my right hand and spread her labia. Before I began licking I stared for a moment at her pink insides; so soft, so inviting. I kissed her and then began licking. She always got wet quickly and I quickly licked away the taste of chorine and began tasting her.

She arched her buttocks and I slid my left hand under her and grasped one. Then while I continued to lick I moved a finger to her anus and pushed gently against the opening. She gave out a deep sexual moan. I love eating her out. While I continued I pressed my hard cock up against her leg and she pressed against it.

When I sucked her clitoris between my lips she groaned and pushed down on my head with her hand. "Oh yes," she moaned. I slid the tip of my finger into her anus and she pressed down harder on my head.

I kept sucking her clitoris in and out of my mouth and was rewarded with her almost screaming. "Oh yes, oh God, oh, oh Jack oooooohhhhhh!" And then she did scream, "OOOHHHH!" Pressing her groin into my face, I slid my finger farther up her butt to my knuckle. Her body jumped several times while she came against my face; her sphincter muscles tightening and loosening on my finger.

When she'd finished I lifted my wet face and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed tight and her lips were parted. What a beautiful woman, I thought.

I crawled up her body and my hard pole slid easily into her wet pussy. We kissed while my hips lifted and lowered as I moved in and out of her. We continued in the missionary position for about five minutes and then she indicated that she wanted to get on top.

I held her ass and we rolled over without me slipping out. Janice slid her legs up until they were astride my hips and she began riding me.

This was my favorite position. Not only did it feel great, but I could look up at her pert breasts and oval face. Occasionally I would lift my head and kiss a breast and let my lips surround the areola before closing them on a hard nipple. Occasionally she would lean her head down and kiss me on the lips, all the while raising and lowering her hips on my cock. It felt fantastic.

I reached back and grasped her buttocks and she bounced up and down. I could hardly think straight; my breathing came in gasps. Again I slid my finger tip into her anus and felt the smooth walls grip me.

She rode me for ten minutes and I felt like I was going to explode. And then I did. I felt the cum explode out of my balls, up through my cock and into her pussy. "Oh GOD!" I groaned. I raised my hips as successive waves hit me until I was drained.

She let me rest for a minute and then began riding my cock again for her pleasure. The friction was so intense that it almost hurt, but when she closed her eyes and leaned her head back I slid my finger into her anus to heighten her pleasure.

I was mesmerized watching her breasts bouncing above me, but it didn't take long and she had a second wave of orgasms. Again I reveled in the feeling of her sphincters tightening around my finger and then when they relaxed I knew that she was finished.

She let out a heavy sigh and leaned her head forward until her black hair brushed against my face. "God I love you," I said, still breathing hard. She smiled and lowered her body onto mine, all the while keeping me inside of her. We went to sleep like that.

**********

The next day at work, Paul, the new company president also from France, knocked on my office door. "Jacque do you have a minute?" 

"Of course Jean Paul. Please come in."

"I just wanted you to know that our meeting went very well."

"Glad to hear it."

"Henri told me that your data gave him everything that he needed to convince the Centaur of our position. I just wanted you to know that he speaks very highly of you."

"Thank you Jean Paul, I appreciate it." Then he put his hand on my shoulder and shook my hand, gratefully, I felt myself almost blushing. 

Later I stopped by Henri's office and thanked him for the good word. "No problem Jacque." We talked for several minutes about the meeting with Centaur. The topic of his visit to my house never came up.

**********

That evening, Janice asked me how my day went.

"Great," I said.

"Did you talk to your boss?"

"Yes. He actually went out of his way to compliment me to Paul."

"Really? He seems like a really nice man." She paused for a while and began dishing our dinner onto plates. "I've been thinking again about having a baby."

I stopped setting the table and turned to her. "Well you know what the options are." I hated these conversations. Janice felt her biological clock ticking and there wasn't much I could do to fix it. I walked over to her and put my around her and she leaned her head against my chest and sobbed. "Don't cry hon. Maybe when I get my next bonus we can afford going back to the fertility clinic."

She sobbed again. "Listen, why don't you meet me for lunch tomorrow? Get dressed and come downtown and we'll have a nice lunch."

********** My phone rang. "Mr. Regan your wife is here."

"Thank you Kim. Please tell her that I'll be right out."

Nearing the reception area I heard Henri's melodious voice and I rounded the corner just in time to see Janice laughing at what he was saying. Every single male that walked by looked at Janice; their eyes moving from her face down to her legs. She did look stunning. She had on a short blue dress that came to mid-thigh, sheer black nylons that accentuated her athletic legs and open toed high heels. She'd gone to the hairdresser and as I got close I noticed that her toenails had little flowers painted on them.

They both turned and looked at me, smiling. "Hello dear." I walked up and kissed my wife lightly on the lips. "Mmmm, you smell good."

She smiled. "Henry was just telling me a story about his girls."

"Well, I'd better let you two get to lunch," he said.

"Why don't you come with us?" Janice asked.

"Oh no, I couldn't intrude."

Hoping that he would still refuse I added, "No come on. You can tell us all about your family."




New Boss



"Well only if you let me pay." I smiled while thinking "crap".

Janice moved between us, took a hold of each of our arms and led us to the elevator.

**********

We rode to Henri's favorite restaurant in his Mercedes. I immediately felt uncomfortable in the restaurant since all of the waiters wore tuxedos. When the waiter arrived at our table he and Henri chatted in French. I looked over at Janice and saw that she had a big smile on her face. "What makes women such pushovers over a French accent," I thought. And then, to make things worse, Janice joined in. I'd forgotten that she's minored in French. The waiter left and I had no idea what I was getting for lunch. As Janice and Henri chatted in French I suddenly felt like a third wheel.

**********

"Lunch was fun. Thanks for inviting me," said Janice before she took a bite of dinner.

"You should come downtown more often."

"I'd like that." She paused. "Jack, I've been thinking."

"Uh oh," I thought to myself. 

"What would you think if we had somebody donate sperm that we knew?"

I smiled skeptically and looked at her out of the corner of my eye. "Who do we know that we would find acceptable to be the father of our child?"

"How about your boss?"

That took me by surprise. "My boss?" I said incredulously. "You want my boss to donate sperm? Come on. Get serious." I looked at the look on her face; she was crying. "You serious aren't you?"

"I just want to have a baby," she cried.

"Yeah, but my boss? Jesus!"

"Who else have we met that we'd find acceptable?"

This was not a good idea, but I could tell that I'd best fight this with logic. "I don't know hon. That's a big thing to ask. We don't know how his wife would feel about it either."

"Yeah, you're right. It's just that we know he's smart, good looking AND fertile."

I laughed. "Well, that would be a difficult thing for me to ask him. I don't know why we're even talking about this. You know that it will cost several thousand dollars to go to a clinic."

"Well we don't have to go to a clinic."

"What? Is there some other way to do it?"

"I don't know. But I could still get pregnant other ways."

"What? What other way? The only other way I know is..." Suddenly it dawned on me. "Are you suggesting that you sleep with my boss? That's ridiculous." I turned away from her, shaking my head. "My God that the stupidest idea I've ever heard. I can just hear myself now. 'Henri, my wife really enjoyed lunch the other day and she wants you to father her baby.'" 

I went on and on until she cut me off. "Are you through?" she asked, clearly getting upset with my rant.

"What, what am I supposed to say?"

"I just want us to have a baby." She kept crying and I immediately felt like an ass. "Just forget it," and she left the room.

**********

The next two weeks went normally, except every time I talked to Henri I couldn't help but think about my wife wanting him to be the father of our baby. Thank God he had no idea about what Janice had suggested. There was no way I was going to mention it to him. I'd probably get demoted to janitor. I invited Janice back for lunch twice, but both times she said she had made plans with her sister.

The following Monday Henri came into my office. "Jack I was wondering if you would start going back to the weekly manufacturer's meeting for us?"

"I thought that Jean Paul wanted you to go instead of me?"

"I recommended that you start going in my place."

"Well I'm not sure Henri. I kinda hate giving up an evening at home."

"I know, I know. That's why I asked to have someone replace me; so I can spend more time with the family. As you know there's an informal gathering after dinner, but the company pays for all your drinks and everything." He paused a minute. "But listen, I can approve you for a company car."

"You mean a regular car, not just for the meetings?"

"Of course."

"Hmm, that sounds pretty good." It didn't take me too long to decide. "Count me in."

"Great."

After Henri left I called Janice to make sure that it was ok with the 'boss'. She didn't have a problem with me being gone Thursdays and was delighted that I'd be getting a company car. "And besides," she added, "it will give me some time to go out with my sister." I hung up smiling. Sounded like a win-win.

**********

My memory was right; the manufacturer's meetings were boring. But every Friday Jean Paul asked me all about them to make sure that nothing of importance came up.

Then about four weeks later something odd happened at the office. I was walking by Henri's office and he walked out with an attractive, but rather plump young woman. "Hi Henri," I said.

"Hi Jacque." He seemed a little perplexed and the young woman looked at him expectantly. "Jacque this is Marsha, my wife."

I shook her hand. "Henri's told me all about his daughters. You're both very lucky."

"Merci, thank you," she said.

"Well Marsh, I have to get back to work. Do you mind getting out by yourself?" Henri said to his wife.

"No. Will you be getting home late again tonight?"

He looked at me perplexed. "Uh, probably about the usual time." He somehow sounded kind of guarded to me.

"Can I walk you to the elevator," I asked. "I'm headed that way."

"That's very nice of you," she said.

As we walked I told her, "Your husband is a really good boss."

"I'm glad to hear that, uh Jacque right?" I nodded. "I just wish that he didn't travel so much and why does he have to go to those meetings every week?"

Now I was perplexed. "He doesn't go to them anymore..." I was going to add that now I'd been going in his place, but she cut me off.

"Oh, mais oui, he does. Believe me I know."

I decided that the best policy was to clam up at that point. Maybe Henri was messing around on his wife. I knew that I didn't want to get in the middle of that. Being that today was Thursday I decided that I'd just be a good employee and continue going to the meetings and not say anything to anyone.

That evening; after the business dinner I excused myself and went to the restroom. I was wondering where Henri was and what he was doing. I decided to call Janice to touch base. Her cell rang several times and then went to voicemail. I left a message. 

As usual, I got home just after nine p.m. Janice was already in bed reading a book. "I called and left a message on your cell this evening."

"Oh really?" She seemed surprised by the question and took a moment to answer. "I must have forgotten to turn it back on. I went to a movie with Carol and turned it off."

"Oh? What did you see?"

"Oh just some chic flick. It was pretty awful. How did your meeting go?"

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and happened to notice that the towels were damp. That was surprising since Janice always showered in the morning. By the time I was ready for bed, it had slipped my mind to ask her about her change in routine. 

**********

Two uneventful weeks passed. Then Henri popped into my office Monday morning. "Jacque, got a second?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you'd do both of us a big favor?"

"Sure, name it."

"You know about the industry trade show next week in Vegas?"

"Sure. I understand that you'll have an opportunity to meet some of the industry heavy weights there. Are you looking forward to going?"

"Well, that's why I'm here. I'd like you to go in my place."

"Wow Henri! That's a great opportunity, but why can't you go?"

"Jean Paul wants me to finish the presentation to Alexis Corporation and I can't get it done if I go."

"Have you asked Jean Paul about this?"

"He's thinks it's a great idea."

"Well, let me call my wife. I'll see if she'd like to go with me."

Henri left and I called home immediately. "Janice its Jack; Henri's asked me to go to the convention in Vegas next week. How would you like to go with me?"

"Oh Hon," said Janice, "I promised to visit my sister next week? This is just such short notice. She's already bought tickets to some musical."

"Oh Hon, wouldn't it be more fun going to Vegas?" 

"She's been talking about it for weeks. I can't disappoint her. You go ahead and have a good time."

I was really disappointed but I didn't want my wife to change her plans on such short notice. "Well listen, you and I can go in a couple of months instead. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great, Jack. Let's do that."

I went to Henri's office and told him that Janice had plans to visit her sister next week, but I'd go anyhow.

"That's great, Jacque. Sorry your wife is busy, but maybe you can sew some wild oats while you're there." He laughed and patted me on the shoulder.

"I'm kind of a party pooper in that regard," I grinned.

"Seriously if you charge some entertainment on your company card I will approve it. Just keep it under a thousand dollars."

"Jesus, Henri, that's crazy."

He smiled at me. Somehow I think that maybe he was serious.

**********

I got in Sunday night. I had a suite at the Bellagio. "Jesus," I thought, "the company spared no expense". I called Janice as soon as I got my bags unpacked. The phone started ringing and she didn't pick it up right away. Then I realized that I'd called our regular phone, not her cell. She should be at her sister's by now. I just started to disconnect when she answered. Just before she said hello I heard laughter, "Hello?" she said, the mirth still in her voice.

"Oh I didn't expect you to answer this phone. I dialed it by mistake."

"Oh Jack," she sounded surprised. "I, uh, don't leave until tomorrow."

"Oh I thought that you were driving up this afternoon."

"Well I meant to, but some things came up."

"Oh. What were you laughing about?"

"Oh, I was just watching a comedy on television."

"Well I'm here. You should see this room. It's fantastic."

"That's nice."

"I wish you were here with me."

"I do, too, Jack. But you should have fun without me."

"I plan to, but it won't be the same. I hope you have fun, too."

"Oh I plan to," she answered. I could almost see her smile.

"Well I should let you get back to your movie." I actually hoped that she'd say something like 'No, no, let's talk some more." 

But instead she said, "Okay, but you go have some fun."

"I will, Hon. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye." She hung up.

"Well, I may as well go down and check out the casino," I said to no one. 

**********

The next day's seminars and meet and greets went well. In fact, amazingly well, because I ran into one of my old girlfriends. I knew that she worked for a competitor, but I never expected to run into her again. We agreed to meet for dinner to catch up on old times.

I called Janice before dinner since I was feeling guilty about having dinner with an old flame. This time I remembered to call her cell. Her phone rang four times and then went to voicemail.

"Hi, Hon. It's me. Give me a call." I was going to tell her about meeting April, but I thought I'd wait until I talked to her in person and hung up. I waited a half an hour and she still hadn't returned my call so I decided to go hit the tables for a little while.

As always the casino was loud. I played blackjack until almost five and still hadn't heard from Janice. I got up from the table and headed to the elevator to get ready for dinner. But when I looked at my cell I saw that Janice had called me thirty minutes ago and I hadn't heard my phone. I hit speed dial and her phone rang once, twice, three times before she answered it.

"Hello," she answered and then coughed.

"Hi, Hon. It's me," I said.

"Oh, hi, Jack."

"You sound out of breath."

"I had to run across the room to get my phone."

"Are you at your sisters?"

"Uh yeah, we spent the day shopping."

"Did you have fun?"

"Sure. You know how Carol is, she loves to shop."

After we hung up I was pissed. I wished that she had come with me instead of going to her sisters. Plus, I hadn't told her that I was having dinner with an old flame. It didn't seem like a smart thing to do. I quickly changed for my dinner date with April and went downstairs to our agreed upon meeting place. She was already there waiting for me and the smile on her face made me feel better immediately. She was wearing a very tight black dress that showed off her curves. It was obvious that she'd taken care of herself.

"Jack I'm so glad that we ran in to each other." She smiled.

As I smiled back and took her offered hand I noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. She noticed my look. "I thought that you'd gotten married?" I asked.

She seemed embarrassed. "Well I did. Uh, I am." She paused, clearly flustered. "I just take my ring off at these things. I find it's easier to find out what our competitors are doing when the men think that I'm single."

"Hmm, you wouldn't try to weasel any secrets from me would you?" I grinned and she laughed. She still had that cute crinkle in her nose when she laughed.

"Well," I said, feeling comfortable with her, "let's go have dinner."

The meal was great. Since I knew that the company was paying I ordered a filet mignon and some really good merlot. I told her about my wife and she asked, "Well Jack, do you have any children yet? I know you always wanted to have kids." Actually, it was one of the reasons we'd split up. April didn't want children and here I was unable to have any.

"No it seems that I have a low sperm count."

"Really, I don't seem to remember you having any problems in that regard." She smiled into my eyes.

"Well I don't have a problem 'that' way," I answered slightly embarrassed. 

She covered my hand with hers. "Oh Jack, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

I smiled and looked down at her long fingers covering mine. I turned my hand over, palm to palm. "You didn't. It's just a sore subject. It... It makes me feel a little inadequate."

"Oh, poor baby." She squeezed my hand. "Listen, I've had too much to drink. Would you escort me to my room?"

"Of course. How could I not help a lady in distress?"

I paid the bill with the company credit card and she held my arm as we walked to the elevator. Once the doors closed her strong perfume filled my nostrils, bringing back old memories. She leaned against me as the car began it ascent. "Boy it's sure been a long time," she said. "Remember the good times we had together?" She looked up at me. 

I looked down. It was pretty clear that she was drunk. She licked her lips, drawing my eyes to them. She tilted her head up, parting her lips and I felt my manhood stir. I leaned down and kissed her. She brought her hand up behind my head and kissed me back. Her lips tasted like strawberries and wine.

After a minute I pulled back. "Look April, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."

"I'm not," she answered. She looked down at the bulge in my pants. "I'm not so sure that you are either. Just then the elevator door opened. She took me hand and led me to her room.

Inside, she closed the door and pulled my head down with her right hand for another kiss. Her other hand rubbed against my groin. Her hand dropped from the back of my neck and she unzipped my pants, all the while maintaining our kiss. Then she knelt, pulling my three-quarters hard cock out of my pants and closed her lips around my hardening flesh.

April had always given me the best blow jobs I'd ever had and as she took my cock down her throat I closed my eyes and put my hands on her head. Her head bobbed up and down for several minutes. I'd forgotten how good it felt to have my cock deep-throated like she could do. "Oh God," I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut tighter. All I cared about at that moment was the desire to cum in her mouth, but she had different plans.

She stood and turned around and looked over her should at me with a smoldering look. I unzipped her dress and we pulled it down. She stepped out of it and hung it on the door knob. I unhooked her black bra. She pulled it off and it joined the dress. Then she turned and slid past me, taking my hand as she pulled me into the bedroom while I stared down at her ass cheeks, covered in black sheer pantyhose. She wasn't wearing underpants.

When we got to the bed she turned and started to loosen my tie. When it was gone she started on my shirt while I helped, all the while staring down at her breasts. The nipples were hard and surrounding by dark brown areolas. I leaned my head down and kissed her between her breasts as I pulled my pants and underwear off.

I lifted my head and we pulled my shirt and T-shirt off. Then she moved up against me to kiss me, grasping my buttocks to pull me tight against her. My hard cock pressed up against the silky softness of her nylons and I grabbed her ass cheeks in each hand, caressing the nylon with my palms.

She moved away; leaving me standing there panting with my cock sticking up like a flag pole. Reclining on the bed, she looked up at me wickedly. I looked down at her pubis and could see her bushy triangle underneath the nylon. I lowered myself onto her and kissed her breasts.

"Let's get these off," she said, interrupting my progress as I moved my lips down her stomach. I stopped and together we pulled her pantyhose off. I knelt on the bed between her legs, lowered my face and kissed her flat tummy. My mouth moved lower and soon my lips felt the soft down of her pubic hair. My tongue penetrated between her pussy lips, licking her clitoris and I felt her hands on the back of my head, urging me to continue.

I sucked the hard little knob between my lips and she cried out and lifted her hips. I kept working on her clitoris until she was whimpering. She pressed my head down with her hands and my tongue worked it magic while she came against my face. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned. "Ooooohhh, oooohhh." Her body jerked up and down until she couldn't stand it any more and she pulled my head up to get me to stop.

I looked up at her face; mine all wet with her juices. She opened her eyes and looked down at me, smiling. "You do that so well." I smiled back, pleased with the compliment.

I slid my body up hers; kissing as I went. When I got to her neck I inhaled her perfume as my cockhead slid easily between her wet pussy lips. As I kissed her neck I lowered my hips, burying my cock deep inside of her.

I'd forgotten how she felt. She wasn't very tight and I remembered that it always took me awhile to get her to climax with my cock. I had always wondered if I could satisfy her more if I'd been bigger down there. But oh well, no help for that and no rest for the wicked. I started to raise and lower my hips.

We stayed in the missionary position for about ten minutes and then she had us switch to her on top. I found this much more stimulating and besides, I could now look up at and play with her breasts that hung down tantalizing in front of my face. Her nipples were hard and if I lifted my head I could take one in my mouth. April made a purring sound and soon she began moaning as she raised and lowered her hips on my pole.

She quickened her pace and closed her eyes. I felt the stirring of my own climax in my groin and my breathing became heavier. "Oh Jack," she gasped. I slid my right hand around and grasped her buttock and probed her anus with my finger tip.

"Oh my God, oh yes, yes, yes." Then she screamed, "YES! YES!" I thought that we would hear the manager banging on the door any minute because I knew that he could hear her down in the lobby, ten floors down. "OH! OH!" And I came too.

**********

Thursday night I called Janice only to get her answering service again. It seemed that she was only available during the day for some reason. I was due to meet April in a half an hour so I didn't bother leaving a message.

Friday was the last day of the conference and I called the office to speak to Henri.

"I'm sorry Mr. Regan, but Mr. Tennyson left work already."




New Boss



"Oh, he must have gotten that presentation done."

"Oh you mean the Alexis one? They did that on Monday and Mr. Tennyson's been leaving early every day since then."

"Hmm, ok. I kinda need to talk to him. Could you give me his home phone number?"

She gave me the number and I dialed. His wife answered. "Hello Marsha this is Jack Regan. We met a few days ago at the office."

"Yes Jacque. What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if Henri is home. I have an important question to ask him."

"No he is at work. Did you try calling him there?"

Alarm bells went off in my head. "Uh yes, but they thought he'd left already."

"No I just talked to him and he said that he had to work late on some presentation."

"Oh, they must have been mistaken. I'll call him back there. Thanks Marsha." I hung up.

**********

I caught an early flight out of Vegas and was back home by one in the afternoon. Everything seemed normal. Janice seemed to be really happy that I was home. I knew that something was going on, but how could I ask Janice about my suspicions when I'd been unfaithful to her. 

"We have to talk," she said.

Immediately my guard was up and I felt a foreboding in my chest. This was how she always started conversations when she felt I'd done something wrong. Had she found out about April? Or, was she was going to leave me for my boss. No, that didn't make sense. He has two little girls. How could he leave them? But then maybe I was wrong; maybe he and Janice weren't having an affair and I was the one who'd been unfaithful.

"Jack, what's wrong. You don't look good all of the sudden. Here, sit down." I sat down and looked at her with foreboding. "We're going to have a baby!" she said.

"You're kidding, really?" My mood did an immediate three-sixty.

"Yes really. Are you excited?"

"Oh honey, you have no idea." I moved up and gripped her arms, smiling into her eyes.

"I think that we should celebrate. What do you think?"

"Okay, but you're not supposed to drink are you?"

"Nooo, but I can still have sex." She rubbed my crotch.

I kissed her and felt my manhood getting stiff. We kissed while we unfastened each others buttons and zippers. In no time we were naked on the bed. We started with me on top of her in the good old missionary position. My cock felt so good inside of her. "God it's good to be home," I said while I pounded it into her.

"It's good to have you home," she replied, breathing a little heavily. After a moment she said, "Let's change positions."

I stopped pumping and withdrew; realizing that my breathing was labored as well. "Okay, how shall we do it?"

"How about doggy style?" She turned over onto her stomach and got up on her hands and knees, presenting her sweet round ass to me.

I moved up close to her buttocks and slid my cock right in. As I resumed pumping I admired her cute pink asshole. This wasn't one of our usual positions and I enjoyed the view. Now I could watch my cock sliding in between her pussy lips.

"Oh harder," she commanded.

My groin made slapping noises against her buttocks and I increased my tempo, pushing her forward with each thrust.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Put your thumb against my butthole."

She'd never wanted me to do this to her before, but I could tell that she liked it. I could feel her sphincter muscles contracting against my thumb. I found it kind of exciting.

"Slip it in." I slid my thumb into her asshole up to the joint. Now I could really feel the muscles contracting against my thumb.

"Oh fuck me Jack," she groaned. I pushed my thumb in past the joint while I kept pounding my cock into her pussy. "Oh God! OH Jack!" she screamed. "Oooooohhhh!"

Her noisy climax pushed me over the edge and I felt my cum surge through my cock into her pussy. I started groaning too. "Oh honey, yes, fill me up."

I pumped until I was gasping for breath and my strength seemed to drain from my muscles as the last of my cum drained from my cock.

We stayed in that position for several moments; both of us trying to catch our breath. I could feel the sheen of perspiration on her back and I leaned over and kissed it.

"That was nice," she said.

**********

I liked the idea of being a father and told everyone at work, passing out chocolate candy and cigars. Everyone seemed as pleased as I was and several people stopped by my office. Henri said, "Congratulations," when I told him. He shook my hand. "I guess I'll have to give you a raise no?"

I assumed he was kidding and answered, "Yeah, a big one."

He winked and said, "I will see what I can do."

I wasn't very enthusiastic about going to Thursday's meeting but Janice was insistent that I go since I'd been working a deal with Brunswick and she reminded me that Jean Paul would be upset if I didn't go. After the dinner I called home, just to tell her Janice that I loved her, but it went immediately to voicemail. I tried again five minutes later with the same result. "Well she must be talking to her sister," I thought.

I went back into the banquet room and sought out the Brunswick rep. "Jack I wanted to let you know how excited we are about teaming up with you guys," he said as we shook hands. "But listen, there's one small thing that we'd like you to agree on before we go ahead." I nodded for him to continue. "We think that both sides should put up two and a half mil."

I raised my eyebrows. "Well I don't have the authority to make that kind of commitment Ray."

"Well who does?" he asked. "I thought you guys were serious about this."

"We are; we are. Listen you remember Henri, my VP?" He nodded yes. "Let me call him right now he can approve that right now."

"Sounds great, give him a call."

I went back out in the hall and called Henri's house. "No Jacque, Henri's not here. He goes to those stupid meetings every Thursday night."

"Uh he's at the meeting tonight?" 

"Oui, every Thursday."

"Oh um," I started.

"I would suggest that you call his cell, but he always turns it off during those things," she added.

I guess I'll wait to talk to him tomorrow then." My mind was reeling. 

I said goodbye, but before she hung up I asked, "Marsha did Henri go to the meeting last week?"

"He had something every night last week. I could not believe it."

"Okay, thanks." We disconnected. I tried calling home again, hoping that Janice would answer, but it went to voicemail again.

I went back into the conference room and asked the Brunswick rep if I could call him first thing tomorrow morning. He had no problem with that so I left. On the drive home I felt a deep foreboding. I tried Janice's cell again only to go to voicemail after one ring. As I drove around the corner I saw Henri's Mercedes in our driveway. It appeared that all of the lights in the house were out.

I drove past our house and turned the corner and parked my car. I locked the doors and walked back to my house, but instead of going to the front door I went around back. Looking over the fence I could see the light from the sliding glass door in our bedroom spilling out onto the patio. I quietly opened the gate and moved to the corner of the doors. Janice likes to sleep with the door ajar and I heard voices as I approached. I heard her voice.

"You really don't mind?"

"No I don't. I'm happy for both of you. But, are you not worried that he'll figure out that the baby is not his?"

"I don't know," said my wife. "I think that he'll love it so much that it won't matter."

I'd been struck by lightning. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not only was my wife having an affair with my boss, but he was the father of her baby, not me.

"Do you still love him?" asked Henri.

I held my breath; afraid of the answer.

"Oh yes, very much."

"Do you love him more than me?" I heard the teasing in his voice.

"Well, I don't want to burst your bubble, but I don't love you."

He laughed. "Not even a little? You break my heart."

"Well, maybe a little." She laughed too.

"Are we going to stop seeing each other?" he asked.

"I don't see why. After all I want more than one child."

I stole a quick look through the window. They were both lying on the bed, naked. He was lying on his side and was casually caressing her stomach and breasts while they talked. She moved her hand, which was down between them and I could see that she'd begun stroking his erection.

"It looks like you're ready to start another one right away," she said.

"I am always ready for you cherie." This made her giggle.

I watched as Henri moved his naked body over hers and kissed her on the lips. My heart was beating in my ears. I closed my eyes and moved back a step from the open slider.

Then I heard Janice murmur, "Oh my, hmmmm." I opened my eyes and looked through the glass in time to see his buttocks rising and falling over her. Slowly his ass rose and fell. I found I couldn't take my eyes off of him and my wife fucking. He went slowly at first and then sped up. Up and down his ass rose and fell over her. She began moaning short little "Oh's" each time he plunged his cock into her. Occasionally I heard one of them say something in French while they made love.

My face was hot, but not from anger. I wasn't angry, just disappointed with her, with me. But still, I couldn't take my eyes off of his ass moving up and down over her pale body; hearing her moan each time he buried his cock in her. He kept this up for a good ten minutes. Suddenly he withdrew and rose up with his knees between her legs. I could see his rod sticking straight out from his body. Janice looked at it appreciatingly, a smile on her lips. He moved over her and lay down on the other side from where I stood.

Janice sat up; then bent over him, taking his cock into her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down on his rod I realized that I had an erection. 

She sucked and stroked his cock for several minutes and I could see that he'd closed his eyes. He moaned and put his hands on the back of her head. She kept sucking and stroking and his moans became more regular. He began thrusting his hips upwards. 

She let his cock slide out and I could hear his groan of disappointment. But she quickly turned around and presented her backside to him. He lost no time in sliding his manhood in between her pussy lips. They continued doggy style for a long time. Over the noise of the night, I could hear her flesh slapping against his groin each time he came in contact with her buttocks. Soon Janice was moaning with each thrust. "Use your thumb again," she asked. After a short time she moaned, "Oh God yes; push it in deeper."

"Oh God, oh God," she groaned. "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus." His hips slapped against her buttocks. "Oh Henri yes, Yes, YES!" she screamed, drowning out his groans as they came together.

They both were visibly exhausted, their breath coming in gasps. He withdrew and rolled over next to her on the bed. His cock was still hard but neither of them seemed to have the energy to have another go. Janice draped her body over his and rested her head on his chest while they caught their breath.

The show seemed to be over and I figured that I should leave, but I couldn't stop staring at her naked body draped over his. I wished that it was me she was lying on; completely sexually satisfied.

After about five minutes Janice said, "It's time for you to leave." She climbed off of him and he reluctantly got up and began putting on his clothes. Janice wasn't getting dressed; she just watched Henri. I decided that it was too risky to continue watching and so I moved back and just listened.

"Same time next week?" asked Henri.

"Mais oui," she answered.

Then there wasn't any sound until I heard the front door open and close. I heard Henri's car start up and drive away and then the shower running. I got up and looked into our bedroom. Janice was standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, wiping her face with some cream. I wasn't sure what to do. Instead of doing nothing I went around to the front door and let myself in.

"Oh God you scared me," said my wife, seeing my reflection in the mirror. "What are you doing home so early?"

"Janice I've been home for almost an hour. I just saw Henri leave."

"You've been home? Where?"

"Outside our bedroom window, actually."

"Oh, then..."

"Yes, I watched the two of you fucking."

"Jack, I'm sorry. I told you that I wanted children."

"I know, Janice, but my boss?"

"Who would you rather be the father of your child, Henri or the God damn milkman?" She started crying.

"I'd rather that it be me," I said quietly, for some reason feeling guilty.

"Well, you and I both know that wasn't going to happen. The doctor said..."

"Fuck the doctor."

"He wasn't available."

I looked at her and smiled. I couldn't believe that she was joking at a time like this. She looked back at me and I saw a tear in her eye.

"Jack, I love YOU, not Henri." She dried the tears under he eyes with her hands.

"I love you too, but..."

"But what? I asked you and you said no. I was desperate."

"We could have tried artificial insemination."

"I asked and you said no. Besides, I saved us a bunch of money."

"You saved us a bunch of money? Jesus, that's rich. Was that your only reason?" She didn't answer that one. Of course I knew why. It was because she enjoyed it. She enjoyed fucking him and I didn't dare state the fact because I didn't want to hear her confirm it.

She walked up and held my face in her hands. They felt hot on my cheeks. "I love you Jack, not Henri. And I'm going to love our baby just as much." She paused for a moment and took my hand and pressed it against her warm, flat stomach. "Here, feel my tummy. It's going to be our baby. You're going to be the real father, not Henri. It was just his semen."

"God I can't believe this conversation." I looked down at her leg and shook my head. "Actually there's some of it running down your leg."

She looked down and her mouth flew open. "Oh Jack, I didn't... I was just going to take a shower."

"Oh, Janice, I love you so much."

"I love you too, really."

Suddenly I heard the water running and saw the steam filling the shower stall. "Can I join you?" I asked.

She smiled. "Yes if you wash my back." She started unbuttoning my shirt.

I couldn't get undressed fast enough; and when I did my cock was at attention. Janice took it in her hand and led me into the shower. She adjusted the hot water and then pulled me under it and kissed me. "I love you," I murmured.

"Shut up and make love to me," she ordered. Then she turned her back to me and leaned against the shower wall.

I moved up behind her and bent my knees to slide my cock into her pussy. She was wet and I slid right in. It dawned on me that it was because Henri had cum in her only a short while ago. For some reason it only made me want to fuck her even more and I began slamming my cock into her as hard as I could. Our flesh made slapping noises each time I came in contact with her buttocks.

"Oh God Jack, yes," she moaned.

I grabbed her breasts and kept pounding my cock into her. It didn't take long before I came and as soon as I felt drained I stopped and tried to catch my breath.

"Jack," she took my hands gently, "you need to let go. You're hurting me."

I released her breasts. "Oh I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't worry." She turned around and kissed me.

**********

It's been almost two and a half years. Janice and I have two beautiful children, Melanie and Jason. 

I've been promoted to Vice President, thanks in large part to Henri. He and I have a very professional relationship. We have never talked about him being the father of my children, or for that matter, that he's still screwing my wife every other Thursday.

He goes to the Thursday meetings every other week now. He's really good to Janice. He usually takes her out to very nice restaurants on the other side of town and buys her expensive jewelry. I know that he's having trouble at home, but Janice is positive that his wife doesn't suspect anything about our uh, situation.

**********

This is Janice. It's been ten years since the birth of our daughter. Today would have been Jack and my anniversary, but he left me. Damn him; I'll never forgive him. Why did he have to go a have a heart attack and die on me two years ago? I can't help but cry every time I think of him. 

About a year ago I married Henri. His wife left him about five years ago. Not because she found out about us, but she just told him she didn't want to be married any more. And then we found out that she's living with another woman. It was only natural that I grew to love Henri, even before Jack died. But it was different; just as having sex with him was different than with Jack.

Our kids still haven't accepted Henri as their stepfather. Our son Jason looks more like him every day so I know that I can't wait too long to tell them the truth. I have no idea how they will take it.