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Office Stud

By: donkey52



This is an original work of erotic fiction. It employs intensely graphic sexual descriptions and explicit sexual language, and is intended only for an adult audience. If you are under 18 years of age, or are offended by sexually explicit situations, then please do not read this story.

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@Copyright 2009 by Don.Key12 Unlimited redistribution permitted, as long as this original author copyright notice remains attached.

The following story is closely related to another original story of mine, "Cheating Wife – Spying Husband". While "Cheating Wife – Spying Husband" was told from the husband's point of view, this story, "The Office Stud", tells the same story, but from the wife's point of view. Taken together, you can see the total perspective of what may have really went on with this unfortunate couple.

Chapter One - Falling is Easy

I guess it just sort of happened. It wasn't planned. I know I didn't plan it, but I do admit how surprised I was by it all, and by how easy it was to fall into the abyss.

I suppose the source of my infidelity, if there can be any blame laid, was the amount of effort both my husband and I were putting in to get ahead at our jobs. There was constant pressure to perform over and above the requirements, and lots of strong competition for recognition and advancement. This fierce competition at work resulted in a complete lack of attention to me from my husband, who was pushing the limits as hard as I was to show his abilities and make a name and career for himself.

Then, there was this guy, Dan, who worked for me. He had a reputation as a ladies' man, and as a big stud. He had made the rounds of the available and even unavailable women around the office. There were these stories that were told about him, the next one less believable than the last. My friend Karen said she went on a one-nighter with him a year ago. She related her first-hand experience of how he was well-endowed, and that he knew how to really ring her bell. She swore that his huge cock had brought her to climax several times in an hour. But, she never did talk about the reason why she didn't go out with him again.

My friend Debbie had also had a run-in with Dan. She had told me all about it a few months ago, following a few too many drinks after work. She said that he had the biggest, hardest cock that she ever had. She said that he must take Viagra or something, since she said he stays hard after he comes. He made her come so many times that she passed out from hyperventilation. When she awoke, he was still pumping her, and she came again and again. She dumped him after only a week. She said the sex was awesome, but she was rubbed red raw and he wouldn't take no for an answer. She said he was good with his tool, but definitely not a gentleman, and certainly not someone to consider for a long term relationship. Just the thought of experiencing such intense sex really turned me on, and may have been a big factor in my decision to stray.

Anyway, Dan had apparently decided that I was his next conquest. He kept making little comments about how I looked, how he'd love to take me to lunch, how he'd like to see me outside of work, and on and on. He would take opportunities to touch my back, take my hand, or even once, pat my backside. It was clear that, married or not, he had his mind on having me.

So, one day, when I was feeling particularly sorry for myself, feeling lonely for some caring company, I decided to go ahead and respond to his flirting. It was supposed to be a harmless response, just for the thrill of it, to see where it might go. Who knows, but he might just be good for a little bit of fun and excitement, two things my life was sorely missing. Well, to start, I normally wear plain cotton underwear, because it breathes well and absorbs perspiration when it's hot out. So, while driving home that evening, I impulsively decided to stop in at Victoria's Secret. I tried on several different styles of bras and panties, and finally settled on a style that I liked. The silk panties fit well, felt wonderfully sexy, and had a comfortable cotton lining in the crotch. The bra was designed with shaped foam cups, covered with lace. It had push-up and push-together pad construction to give my chest both an ample shape and a deep cleavage. I bought the style in three nice colors of white, pink and black. My plan was to wear these under my work clothes, so I could feel secretly sexy.

The next day, I decided to wear one of the sets to work. I chose a silk blouse that I hardly ever wore. I didn't care for it much, because it gapped between the buttons and was a little lower cut than I was accustomed to. However, today I saw those features as advantages for the game I had in mind to play with Dan. As I slipped on the silk panties, they made me feel sexy and pretty, and I suppose, desirable. I leaned over and fitted my breasts into the bra, then stood up straight and fastened the back hooks. Wow! My curves looked great!

I pulled on pantyhose over the silk panties, and the panty lines melted away. The silk blouse was followed by a knee-length burgundy skirt. I slipped on the matching jacket, and looked ready for business. But I knew that Dan would notice me in the skirt and hose right away, since I had hardly ever worn anything but pantsuits to work before. I could see in the mirror that the lacy trim from the bra was just barely visible through the semi-transparent silk blouse. I turned to one side, and saw that at the proper angle, the gapping on the front of the blouse showed all of the details of the push up bra, and revealed my breasts spilling over the tops of the cups. If I was careful, I could remain conservative, yet I could flirt back with just one person, Dan, who I would position on my left, selectively giving just him this show. I could feel my breasts bounce in the push-up bra as I walked from my car to the office. This was going to be an interesting day.

My staff meeting was at 10 AM. I made sure that I sat to the right of Dan. As I sat down, he complimented me on how I looked, kind of like the first volley in a game of sexual volleyball. The meeting began, and I made sure that Dan had a good view of me. I really noticed his attention to my blouse, and to my every move, out of the corner of my eye. When the meeting concluded around 11:30, I was not surprised that he asked me to accompany him to lunch. But, he was the one who seemed surprised when I actually said yes. Instead of the employee cafeteria, he took me out to his car (a Corvette) and opened the passenger door. I was feeling frisky, so I was less graceful than I could have been about climbing in, letting the skirt ride up to mid-thigh. I left it there during the whole short ride. I could see that he was looking a lot at my legs, which I usually cover up pretty well. He could see, as I did, the shine from the pantyhose on my exposed thighs, and I knew he could also see inside my blouse through the button gaps. I felt a little rush, since I wasn't used to getting this much male attention.

Dan was charming and funny through our lunch. We smiled a lot, and spent some time making several extended eye contacts while were chatting and eating. When he wasn't looking at me, he was being pretty obvious about staring at my lace-covered breasts through my silk blouse. Our hands accidentally touched as we were going for the bread basket, and an electric shock seemed to flow up my arm and into my heart. My stomach did a major flip. There was definitely something going on here, something strong flowing between us. I was beginning to see how easy it was to be persuaded to be unfaithful.

We walked back to the car, and as expected, he got the door for me. I treated him to another show of legs as I got in, and saw how his attention was riveted on my thighs. He got in, started the car, and turned to me and said that it was fun, and that he enjoyed my lunch company very much. He put his hand on top of my thigh, and drew closer. This was it, the moment to decide whether or not to cross the line. I went for it. I leaned in as well, and our lips met. He pressed his lips against mine, and I pressed back. We opened our mouths simultaneously, and swapped tongues in a passionate kiss. I felt his hand leave my thigh and slip between my jacket and blouse. His large hand cupped my breast, and gave it a small squeeze. I moaned and kissed harder, then backed away slowly. "Whew!" I said, "That was unexpected." He replied, "Yes, unexpected for me, too, but nice." My heart was racing and my body felt like it was going to melt from the heat as he turned back, put the car in gear and drove us back to work.

We walked back into the office together, saying nothing, and that said a lot, since we were both lost in thought about what just happened and where it might lead next. As Dan's boss, I was in an even more complex situation than your typical office romance. I vowed to myself to keep it straight at work, no matter what happened outside the building. Exiting the elevator, we parted with a smile and a wave. I was still a little stunned, and was looking forward to an afternoon alone in my office, where I could calm back down and evaluate what was happening.

Chapter Two - Crossing the Line

As you might guess, I had great difficulty concentrating on my work, and wasted a lot of time recalling the lunch, his kiss and his touch. I finally realized that I had a pitch that needed to be done before tomorrow morning, so I forced myself to engage and got into it. I finished it, but I had lost track of time. I looked up at the clock on my desk, and it said 7:30 PM. I turned off my PC and packed up my bag. Just as I was standing to leave, there was a soft knock on the door. Dan popped his head in, and said, "I thought you might still be here. I know you have that big funding presentation tomorrow. Are you done with the pitch?"

"Yes," I replied, "Just finished it a few minutes ago." He came in and stood across the desk from me. He looked me over, then looked me in the eye and said, "I don't know about you, but I've had trouble concentrating all afternoon. I guess I just have you stuck in my head." I smiled and confessed that I, too, was somewhat distracted this afternoon. I came around the desk, and was suddenly within his reach. I thought that I read his signals right about the real reason why he stopped by this late. I came a step closer, and he stepped in to meet me. Although I'm a tall lady (5'10" barefoot, but today I was wearing two inch heels), he still had several inches on me. I looked up into his eyes, and he placed his hands on my waist and drew me to him. I felt my breasts press against his chest as he kissed me and held me tight. I kept on kissing back, and his hands once again wandered to my breasts. He cupped them both, and it was as if he had set me on fire. I started to breathe heavily through his kisses, and I could feel my motor starting to rev up. I hadn't felt this much passion since before I was married. I really missed being needed, and I wasn't about to pull away.

After another few seconds, my mind went to the next step. I slowly pulled away from him, and said, "Let me get the door." As a senior manager, I'm lucky to have a large office with a couch against the side wall. When I first moved into the office, I wondered what sort of stories the couch could have told. Now, supposed I was headed toward adding yet another chapter. I closed and locked the door with an ominous click, and took his hand. I led him to the couch, and before we sat, he said, "You're sure about this?" as if my actions didn't already confirm that assumption. I nodded that I was sure, and his face brightened. 

I was fully charged with electricity now, and even felt a little dizzy. He sat first, and I didn't sit next to him, but instead pushed him back against the couch arm and sat on top of him. Our lips locked and I could feel my chest rising and falling quickly with the excitement of passion. He undid the buttons on the blouse, and took my lace-covered breasts in his large hands, squeezing them firmly. I was on top of him, and I could feel his strong erection against the inside of my thigh. I stood, took off the jacket and blouse, then quickly unzipped my skirt and felt it drop to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt and re-mounted him. His hand went immediately to my crotch, which was burning with my heat. He caressed my pussy through the pantyhose and panties, and I felt the wetness of my excitement begin to flow to the lips of my vagina. 

I leaned back onto the couch, and raised up my knees. I hooked my thumbs under the waist of my panties and pantyhose, and begin to roll them down my tummy. I kicked off my heels and Dan helped to pull the panties and hose over my rear and down my legs. I was now bare to him, except for my bra. His shoes and pants were off seconds later, and in the dim light of the sunset through my office windows, I could now see his stiff penis. It was, by far, the longest one I had ever seen, either in person or in a magazine. I would guess it at around ten inches, maybe more. My thoughts immediately turned to wonder if I could take it all, but I didn't have much time to think. 

Dan kicked my knees apart with his legs, and mounted me immediately. He slid his penis in carefully and gently, making short strokes to slowly fit himself into me. He had obviously done this introductory move before, and I was glad he was being gentle. I was also glad that I was as soaking wet as I had ever been, so he could slide inside me with almost no resistance. I was greedy for him, and I pushed my thighs up to meet him just as he was thrusting deeper into me. I felt our combined efforts force him all the way into me, and felt a little twinge of pain as he must have bottomed out inside of me. His length was almost too much to handle, but I was handling it just the same. I was lucky to be a tall woman, because I'll bet someone shorter would have been hurt internally by how much cock he had in me now.

We continued to stroke, but this time the strokes were long, almost the full length of his cock. He was pounding the whole thing in and out of me, and I had never felt so completely fucked in my life. Because he was so long, he could get a lot speed going with his long strokes and really hammer himself into me. My breasts were still in the push-up bra, and I could feel them bouncing up and down in rhythm to his strokes. 

I felt flushed, then a huge wave of orgasm passed over me, and I went limp. Dan, however, continued to pound away at me. I was wondering what I need to do next when I was surprised by another huge orgasm washing over me, this time cramping my stomach muscles and drawing my knees up nearer my chest. Wow, it was so intense! The tightness of my cramping must have pushed him over the edge, and I felt him stiffen and stop. I felt a deep pulsing inside of me. I thought I had wet myself, but quickly figured that it was his seed that was flowing down the inside of my thighs. We stayed joined for a few minutes, and I felt him grow limp and shrink inside of me. Finally, he got up and grabbed a box of Kleenex from my desk. He wiped himself, and cleaned me up as well. We put on our clothes in silence, and as we were ready to go he said that we had better leave separately in order to be careful. He kissed me and left, and I followed a few minutes later, in a sort of dreamy daze. I knew what had just happened, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I walked out to my car. It felt like my pussy was two inches wide, and I could feel the wetness of his seed still flowing down, dampening my new silk panties. I drove home in a stunned stupor, somehow managing not to get in an accident, and pulled into the garage. I usually worked late two or more times a week, but I also usually called home with dinner status, but not this time. There was the smell of lasagna coming from the kitchen. I walked briskly to the bedroom, where my husband lay in bed, reading something from his work. 

"There's lasagna still warm sitting on the stove," he called out as I headed for the bathroom. I was worried that I smelled of sex, and although my husband would likely not even notice that, I decided to play it safe. "I'm beat. I just need to get some of this work stress washed off me, and I'll be out in a few minutes, honey," I replied. 

I still had on my pretty underwear, so I undressed in the bathroom to disguise that fact. I neatly folded my clothes, and hung the bra and panties on the back of the door. I showered, being careful to wash those well-used parts with extra care. I dried off, wrapped a towel around me and picked up my folded clothes. I went to my walk-in closet, tossed the clothes in the hamper and put on my cotton nightshirt and cotton granny panties. I needed to not encourage any sexual interest tonight, seeing as how I was already pretty sore from the workout at the office. I crawled into bed and mumbled a "Goodnight, honey," and rolled over to face the wall. I heard my husband get up and go to the kitchen, probably to put the leftovers in the fridge. Then I heard him return and head to the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door, and I could hear him taking a leak. There was a longer pause than normal before he flushed, but he returned to bed and turned out the light. He kissed me on the cheek lightly and wished me a good night and sweet dreams. I knew what I was hoping to dream about.

I awoke a few hours later and slipped out to the bathroom. I closed the door and sat down. As I peed, I noticed my sexy bra and panties still hanging there on the hook. I had made a mistake, and missed putting them away earlier, because they were hanging on the back of the door, out of view. I wondered if Bob had seen them when he was in here earlier. Most likely not, because he didn't ask about them, and didn't act differently when he wished me goodnight. I thought to myself that I really needed to be more careful in the future. I took them down, and hid them in my closet in a plastic keeper near the back. I would use this as my "special" laundry bin in the future. I slipped back into bed, and went off to sleep again, with all things now taken care of.

Chapter Three - Road Trip

The next day at work, I ran into Dan around mid-morning. We smiled at each other, and we said a brief hi. Later that day, we were alone for a few minutes in my office. He seemed a little unsure of himself and our status, so I made the first move. I said, "I just want you to know that I enjoyed myself totally last night, and that I have no regrets. We just need to be cool around the office, so no one will get suspicious. He replied, "I really enjoyed last night as well, and I can't wait to see you again. I know we need to be careful and discreet, so I am willing wait until a good, safe opportunity comes up." Good, we were both on the same page: careful, yet anxious for more. 

The next week, we needed to present my status and funding requests to the executive management team, out of town. Normally, I would go myself, and would bring at least one person with me for support. Now I knew exactly who I was going to choose. For some reason, Dan had never been out of town with me before, but that was about to change for the better.

The night before my trip, I decided to do some more shopping at the mall. We were only going for two days and one night, but I could make that night memorable. I went into Macy's and checked out their cocktail dresses. I knew from the office stories that Dan had a thing for women that dressed a little more on the racy side. I looked for only a few minutes before I found the perfect little black dress, and in my size, too. It had a very low cut v-neck with a built in bra, very tight and clingy from below the breasts to the hips, then it became soft and fluid with a very flirty short skirt. This dress would show off all of my breasts, and also allow easy access to my thighs while we were seated. I knew it would drive him to distraction. I found some three inch black pumps to go with it, and also bought a pair of Hanes Ultra-Sheer jet black pantyhose. I thought to myself that when Dan sees me in this outfit for dinner, dessert will not be on his mind, only me. 


Office Stud



We traveled the next day, arriving just after noon. We checked in at the main office, made sure that the presentation copies and data files were ready for tomorrow, and then left in separate cars for the hotel. I checked in, and after unpacking and touching up my dress, I hopped in the tub. I carefully shaved my legs, and even gave my bikini area a little trim. Dan called right after I dried off, and I told him I'd be ready in an hour to go out to eat. I took great care in applying my makeup, then brushed my hair and blew it out a little. I decided to go without panties, and pulled on just the pantyhose. They felt so soft and slick against my legs, and I hoped that Dan would get a chance to feel them during dinner. I had an inspired thought after I put on the hose, and I took my cuticle scissors and cut down the middle of the crotch of the hose. That way, if things started to happen quickly, he could just take me without even undressing me. I slipped the dress over my head, pulled the side zipper up tight, and then bent over to adjust my breasts in the dress's bra cups. Wearing just the short dress and pantyhose, I felt nearly naked. I slipped on the pumps and went to meet Dan down in the bar.  

Every man in the bar tracked me like radar as I walked into the hotel bar. Clearly, the dress had the effect that I was looking for. I walked up to Dan, who was sitting at a stool at the bar, and asked, "Is this seat taken?" "I've been holding it for someone as beautiful as you," was his playful reply. He ordered me a glass of wine, and we sat there, checking each other out as we waited for our table. He could not decide on whether to stare at my breasts or my legs, so he did both. The hostess called Dan for our table, and as I walked in front of him to the table, I could feel Dan's eyes on my legs and my backside, watching me walk. I was prancing a bit in the high heels, so it must have been a good show.

We were seated in a booth in the very back of the restaurant. I remarked that the seating was very appropriate, and he confessed that a good tip to the hostess made this private spot possible. We snuggled, kissed and his hand appeared on my thigh. "I guess you like how I'm dressed," I asked. "Baby, you look so upscale and sophisticated. Like a star. Wow, you take my breath away!" he replied. I believed him. I did look mighty good tonight.

After some kissing and touching during dinner, it was time for the check. While the waitress ran off with his credit card, I turned right into him and put his hand back where it had been for a good part of the night, on my thigh. I kissed him deeply and then went around to his ear and whispered, "Touch me." I felt his hand move slowly up the inside of my thigh, then felt his fingers brush across my crotch. I felt his surprise when he found the slit in the cotton panel. I backed away, and put my index finger into my now very wet pussy. I took it out, and offered it to his mouth, which he promptly accepted. I knew he was completely over the edge now, and that I was going to get pounded into the bed in just a few short minutes.  

As we rode up the elevator to my room, he pushed me into the corner and kissed me hard. I responded eagerly, and felt for the pole in his pants. He reciprocated, putting his hand up under my dress and petting my pussy, now hot and ready for him. We burst into the room, and I flopped onto the bed, on my back, eager for the weight of his body on me. He was out of his clothes in a flash, and said to me, "Please, baby, don't get undressed. I want to take you just like you are." There was a strange, hollow yearning sound in his voice. Since the dress and hose felt so good on me, staying dressed was my plan as well, so I was happy to oblige.

He pushed the dress up around my waist, and placed his face squarely on my pussy. His fingers spread the slit cut into the crotch of the hose, and his tongue entered my vagina and began to lick my clit. He lapped at me for a minute or so, then gave my clit a little suck, which made me weak and close to orgasm. Then, he positioned himself over me, and pushed his entire cock into me with one long stroke. Wow, I felt like the tip of his penis was up in my lungs, he was so deep. No pain, though, so I must have been more than ready for him. He held his cock deep in me for a few seconds more, and I tried to move under him to start stroking. I was surprised to find I couldn't move at all. He had impaled me, and the pressure of his cock and his whole body on me had me pinned to the bed. I felt both helpless and totally taken. He felt my struggling, and said, "I just wanted you to know and feel that you are completely mine." I agreed that I was his for the taking.

Then, he began his long strokes. His penis kept coming all the way out of me and then pushed back in, hard and fast, bottoming out when his pubic area slammed into mine. It was like no fucking I had ever had. I had lost control of my body, and all I could do was just moan, "Oh, oh, oh," every time a stroke finished its long travel. I came hard, and he barely noticed. I was now totally passive to his movements, and he continued to pound away at me. I finally had the strength to wrap my nylon-covered legs around him tightly, to try to slow down the pounding. He must have really enjoyed that, because it had the opposite effect, and he pounded me even harder than before. I came again, and then it all got fuzzy. I remember him rolling me over onto my hands and knees like I was in a dream. He found my vagina quickly through the slit in the hose, and pushed himself all the way into me again. The angle from behind was different, and it made me feel much fuller and even more like an animal. I came again quickly, and then came again just a minute or two later, then it all kind of went blank. The last thing I recall was my face buried in the mattress, and him pulling me on and off of his cock using the gathered skirt of the dress as a gripping point. I must have passed out from the effort, since that's all I remember. 

I woke up around 5 AM to find Dan gone. It was just as well, I thought, since his absence would save me from some of that uncomfortable small talk that would dance around what we did together last night. I was a little sore, but found myself sleeping in a surprisingly large wet spot. Dan must have come several times as well last night, even though he was non-stop in his motion. 

The rest of the day and the return trip were uneventful. Dan and I kept our distance and played it cool. I did catch his eye a few times, and got a wink once. It made me smile, but I quickly doused it, so as to not disclose our intimate connection to the rest of the room. The flight back was full, so we couldn't switch seats and sit together. When we landed, we found that my suitcase had missed the connection. Since this was the last flight of the night, I was told that my bag would show up tomorrow and would be delivered to the house. Dan and I walked to the garage together, where he left me with a short peck on the cheek and a smile. It left me with a feeling that this whole thing was going to be OK, and that it was going to work out fine.

I drove home and came in the back door of the house. The door was locked, which indicated that Bob had already closed up the house for the night. It was late, about 10 PM, and he was already in bed, reading some spy novel. He got up to greet me as I entered the bedroom, and I gave him a quick hug and a brief kiss. I headed for the bathroom, got out of my clothes, and took a quick shower before bed. I put my non-sexy cotton nightshirt on and headed for the bed. I gave him another one of my "Goodnight, honey." mumbles and rolled over to sleep. He continued to read for a while as I drifted off.

The next day, things were pretty much back to normal at work. I was busy briefing everyone on the budget meeting outcomes, and working the actions I got during the meeting. I didn't even see Dan until mid-afternoon, when he poked his head in my office and said, "Just wanted you to know how much I appreciated you taking me along on the trip. I always wanted to see how the budget process worked at Headquarters, and I really got a lot more out of it than I expected." The words were clearly for my secretary's benefit, but she couldn't see his big smile and the wink that told just me what he was really thankful for.

I came home a little late that evening, and Bob had dinner ready. We ate and talked about work stuff, then went to the bedroom. That's when I saw my suitcase on the bed. The airline must have brought it by today, and Bob brought it in for me. I freaked for a minute, wondering if he had unpacked it for me already. My mind raced trying to think of an explanation for the sexy lingerie and little black dress, but then I spied the suitcase lock still in place, and my composure returned. I gave an excuse of being still a bit worn down from the trip, and that I would wait until tomorrow to unpack. I placed the bag in the corner near the bed, and went into the closet to change into my cotton nightshirt again. I noticed Bob peeking in on me (a little unusual, I wonder what he was up to?) and brushed him off with some statement about needing my privacy. I hopped into bed, turned over and hugged my pillow. He came over to me, stroked my hair and brushed his hand on my cheek. He gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead and wished me a good night. I groaned out a "You, too, honey," and settled in for the night. 

Chapter Four - Dan's Dream Fulfillment

The next morning, I slept in, and Bob got up early as usual and went in to work on time. I rose right after he left, and turned to unpack the suitcase. I came across the lingerie and dress, right where I packed them. I put them away in my special laundry plastic container, and place an old bed sheet on top, just in case someone were to casually look inside there for something. I would have to do a load of fine laundry sometime when Bob was out, and get the dress to the cleaners, too. I noticed some perspiration stains around the underarms of the dress, and recalled with a smile the long, hard workout I got while last wearing the dress. The hose were also stained a bit around the crotch and upper thigh area, but they were still intact with no runs, and I thought they would wash up fine.

I left for work, and had a pretty normal day. I ran into Dan a couple of times, but he was just friendly and a little flirty. Anyone noticing him or me together might have thought that it was Dan's business as usual demeanor. 

That changed next Tuesday. Dan had stopped by late, and asked if I could walk with him out to his car. We left work together, but not with any sort of behavior that might arouse suspicions. He had conveniently parked next to me in the ramp. As I was about to get into my car, I said goodnight to Dan, but he replied, "Just a minute. I have something for you." He reached into the back seat of his car and brought something out. It was a box, the kind that department store clothing came in. I took it from him, and then he said, "Be sure to open it in private. I hope you like it and will wear it for me the next time we're together."

I drove off, my curiosity as well as my emotions aroused. I passed by the mall on the way home, and pulled into a parking space to explore the contents of the box. I opened it, and found a black bustier. It was made of heavy spandex, with padded underwire cups and several metal stays running its length. It was a front zip, and had four garter tabs for the black stockings that were also in the box. There was also what looked like a black slingshot, but was really a skimpy black thong. It looked like Dan had something pretty specific in mind when he bought this, and the thought of wearing this sexy lingerie for him made my heart race. I called his cell, and he answered immediately. I thanked him for the gift, and said that I had my regular volleyball night tomorrow, but I could see my way toward doing something else instead. He said great, and that since he was home alone all week, could I come over to his place tomorrow night? I was a little uncomfortable with going to his house, but I was feeling the need for him and was excited by the gift, so I said yes.

At breakfast the next morning, I reminded Bob that it was volleyball night, and that I would be late as usual. I had my sports bag with me, but in addition to the volleyball uniform, it had a change of clothes and Dan's gift from last night. All day at work, I was distracted, excited about the upcoming rendezvous and what might happen. Dan stopped in after lunch, and we smiled and chatted, and I confirmed my plan to meet him after work. He passed me a small map and said, "Please park on the next block and walk over, just in case." I nodded and said, "See you at 6." 

About 5:30, I put my work away and grabbed my gym bag. I headed for the ladies room to change. Most everyone had gone for the day, so I did not expect anyone to interrupt me. We have a shower area at work for those who run at lunch, so I used that to change. I got out of my pantsuit, and hopped in the shower to freshen up. After toweling off, I put on the black thong. It felt a little funny, since I wasn't used to wearing thongs. It seemed to find its way deep into the cleavage of my backside. Next, I pulled out the bustier. I wrapped it around my back, and tried to start the zipper at the bottom. It was going to be a VERY tight fit! The zipper caught, and I exhaled and sucked in my tummy as I pulled the zipper up tight. Whew! This was really a major piece of underwear, but it made my waist curvy and slim, my tummy flat and my breasts pop up out of the cups. I sat down as best I could, and pulled my leg up to put on the first stocking. It was a struggle to get the stocking on with the bustier constricting my moves, but I made it. I got the other stocking on much faster, now at I knew how to twist and turn to do it. I stood up, and turned to the mirror. I looked really sexy, and ready for sex. Like one of those Victoria's Secret catalog models, almost. I finished dressing with a silk blouse that skimmed the tops of my breasts, and a tight, short black skirt that I had not worn to work, ever. I finished things off with a pair of three inch ankle strap pumps that I bought last week on a whim. A good whim, now that I saw them on me. I topped it all off with a black jacket, packed my things and headed down to the car.

As I walked to the car, I felt the bustier move with me, like a constant hug on my body. I was doing a good job in the heels, too, considering they were a lot higher than I normally wear. I could hear them clack on the pavement, and felt my breasts bounce in the bustier with every step. I was getting more aroused with every minute. I could hardly wait to be with Dan again.

I drove off to Dan's house, and parked, as instructed, on the next street. It was a short walk around the corner to his place. I went around back as he asked, and he was watching through the window, waiting for me. He invited me in, and we made the usual small talk about how I liked the colors and the layout of the den. He poured some wine, and we sat on the couch. I took a big sip, then moved to him. I felt his hands around my waist, and felt him feel my sides under my arms. I knew he was feeling for the bustier, and smiled when he confirmed my compliance with his wishes. "I like what you have on tonight,", he said. "So do I," I purred. I let him push me over, and I took his tongue into my mouth as his hands roamed all over my chest and waist. It was very stimulating, and I got hot and flushed right away. The bustier was constricting my breathing enough to make me a little light headed, but that also made me less inhibited, so that was a good thing. 

His hand went up my skirt next. He felt the tops of my stockings, and said, "Nice, very nice." in a dreamy sort of way that made me feel that I was exactly what he wanted. He felt up to my crotch and reached the thong. His fingers pushed it aside and the tip of one finger entered me. I was very wet and ready, as he quickly discovered.

He sat me up, removed my jacket, and undid the buttons on my blouse. He removed the blouse next, then stood me up and turned me around. I felt the skirt begin unzipped, then slid over my thighs. I stepped out of it, and there I was, in just the lingerie, waiting to be his personal play toy. He led me to the bedroom, carrying my clothes and purse in one hand and cupping the small of my back with the other. I fell back onto the bed, and spread my legs wide as he quickly shed his clothes. He was engorged, standing almost straight up, looking even bigger than I had remembered. He saw my stare and said, "Viagra. I plan to take my time and enjoy you fully tonight. You will also enjoy me fully as well."  With that, he slipped between my legs, brushed the thong to one side, and slowly pushed himself inside of me. He moved back and forth in small strokes, and each one seemed to go a little deeper. Soon, I felt his balls finally press against the bottom of my slit. He held himself there, deep inside me. I tried to move, but I found that he had me completely pinned down by the force of his weight on my pelvis and the length of his huge penis inside me. I felt him move side to side a little, and I swear that the end of his cock must have been past my navel and into my lungs. This complete feeling of helplessness and impalement caused a strong wave of orgasm to wash over me, and I shivered involuntarily from it. He said, "Good girl! That's one. More to come."

He started fucking me, with really long strokes that left him almost outside of me on the outstroke, and slapping up against my clit on the instroke. It was overwhelming! I started to cry out with each stroke, but just an "Oh, oh ,oh!" was all I could manage. I was getting hammered by the force of his blows. I came again, crying out and shuddering. While I was coming out of it, he pulled out of me and slipped his cock between my breasts. He squeezed the cups together, encasing his cock in the lace of the bustier and my bulging breasts, and slid back and forth between them. He grunted, and then I watched as a large amount of cum burst from the tip of his cock and pooled on the bustier between my breasts. I heard him say, "That was good, very good." 

I expected a break, but I saw that he was still hard, even after ejaculating. Must be the Viagra, I thought to myself. He took me by one arm, and rolled me over onto my stomach. I could smell his cum, and I felt it dampen the bustier as he pressed me into the bed. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto my knees. I felt the tip of his cock find my pussy, and then there was just the wild thrill of him plunging deep inside me. It was clear that he could get deeper and stroke harder doggy style, and I was being pounded with no mercy again. I heard a woman screaming, and realized it was me! He fucked me and fucked me, and I lost track of time. I must have come five or six times before he stopped. I was light-headed and perspiring heavily. What a workout! I was still on my knees somehow, and I felt him slip his cock below me, under the fabric of the bustier in the front next to my tummy. He really was longer than I thought, because I felt his cock slide all the way past my navel under the fabric. He began to move back and forth with his cock trapped in the bustier. I heard him groan again, and I felt the warm flood of his cum filling the space between my tummy and the fabric. He pulled out slowly, and said, "Wow, I never thought it would be that intense! I always wanted to take a woman like that." 

Unbelievably, he was STILL hard! He flipped me over onto my back, and kicked my legs apart to mount me again. He was stroking me furiously now, like a dog, not going deep, but just moving in and out really rapidly. I got caught up in his fast rhythm, and rose to meet every stroke. That put me over the edge quickly, and I crumpled into the bed, spasming and cramping from yet another orgasm. My cramping must have tightened around his cock so much that it lit him off, too. I felt him suddenly stop, and he just kept it in me as I felt it pulse and swell, delivering his load. I'd hoped he was finally done, because I was exhausted and getting sore. He was, thank goodness. 




Office Stud



I got out of the stockings and bustier, and put on my volleyball uniform. The clothes I had worn to Dan's place were safely tucked away in my gym bag, where I would retrieve them later for laundry. I got home, and Bob was already in bed, reading. He asked, "How was the game?" I gave a casual answer. I thought I sounded believable. Who would have thought that lying and cheating would start to come so easy to a Catholic girl like me?

I stowed the gym bag in the closet, and took off my volleyball uniform. After removing my sports brief, I noticed how wet and sticky my crotch area was. It was definitely time to hit the shower. Afterwards I put on my cotton nightshirt and panties and flopped onto the bed. After mumbling a quick goodnight to Bob, I quickly fell asleep from the exertion of the workout I had gotten.

I slept in the next morning. After breakfast, I transferred the stockings and bustier from my gym bag into my hidden laundry storage container. This is where I kept all of the clothes that needed washing or dry cleaning that I couldn't let Bob see. He would be suspicious if he were to see any of this stuff, considering how conservatively I have dressed for him for years. I noticed that the bustier was still a little damp with perspiration from the night before. I had to smile, remembering the glorious lovemaking session that seemed to go on forever. What a stud!

Chapter Five - Enough is Enough

Dan and I chatted at work and on the phone for the next week or so. I couldn't call him at home, since his wife had now returned from her trip, so I had to wait for him to call me. When I suggested we meet at a hotel across town, he was reluctant. I'm not sure why, but it did seem like he was stalling about seeing me again.

The next day, Bob came home and announced that he needed to attend a conference out of town next Wednesday. I tried to remain calm as he said that he would need to stay overnight, since it was a two-day agenda and it was a four hour drive one way. But my heart was fluttering at the thought of being with Dan again, very soon.

I told Dan about, and we began to make our plans. He was going to come over to my place after lunch and spend the entire afternoon with me in bed. That sounded delicious! The next day at work, he handed me an envelope and said, "A little shopping, just for me." He left quickly, and I rushed to open the envelope to see what he meant. Inside were two pictures: one with a woman in a white belted coatdress that buttoned up the front, and another with a woman wearing a long-leg panty girdle and long-line bra. I got the idea: another dress up fantasy for Dan. If this would inspire him to fuck me like he did before, then I was going shopping!

I found some time in the next few days to run my shopping errand. I went back to Macy's and found the perfect coatdress. It was white linen, with red buttons all up the front and a wide red belt. I tried it on, and it didn't fit as nicely as I had hoped. I have sort of a big-boned figure, and my waist is not defined as much as a dress like this was made for. I got it in a 12 instead of a 14, hoping to find a foundation that would make me look good in it. 

Then, I went to the lingerie department of the store, and spoke to a sales lady working there. I showed her the dress, and said that I needed some help to make the dress work. She thought for a minute, then measured my waist, chest and hips, and said she would be right back. She returned with what looked like about ten pounds of Lycra. It was a well- constructed long line strapless bra, underwired, with stays down the front and sides, and a long back hook. It was lacy, and also had quite a bit of foam padding in the bottom of the cups to act as a push-up device. Sexy.

Also, she was holding an ominous long-leg panty girdle. It had an extended waist that had the same sort of stays in it like the bra, and a side zipper to pull it up tight. The sales lady said, "Go ahead, take these in the dressing room along with that dress, and see if they don't make things fit like you want." I headed off to give it a try. 

I stripped off my work clothes, then my underwear. I left my panties on for sanitary reasons, since it was spooky to think that someone else may have tried this girdle on before me. I pulled up the girdle, and it fit really, REALLY tightly. It took some effort to pull it over my butt, and I had to hold my breath as I zipped the waist zipper shut. Wow, was I packed in! I noticed that the crotch of the girdle wasn't completely one piece, but instead was split into overlapping flaps. I guess that was to allow a girl to pee without having to take off the heavy hardware. I grinned as I thought about what Dan may have had in mind for me and this garment. The opening was certainly big enough to permit sex as well, and I was sure that it was going to get used for just that.

Next, I struggled with the hooks on the long line bra. It also fit very tightly, and not only slimmed my waist even more, but pushed my breasts up high. This was the most cleavage I had ever had, and it looked good. Dan was going to like this, too. I imagined him rubbing his cock between my lace-covered breasts and I began to get a little wet. 

I tried on the dress next, and as if by magic, it fit GREAT! I now had a curvy waist and high, rounded breasts, and the dress flowed across every curve. I looked hot, and I knew Dan would be happy with the result. Just like the picture, I thought. I was ready. 

On the day of our rendezvous, Bob was up early and out of the house to drive to the conference. He arrived around mid-morning, calling me at work to check in. That assured me than our little plan was safe and sound. I left work around 11:30 and headed for home, so excited that my tummy kept doing flips every minute or two.

I had stashed the shopping in the hidden storage area of my car. When I got home, I took the bags inside, and started to get ready for Dan. I took a quick shower, then blow-dried my hair, styling it in a swept-back fashion. Then, I sat down at the vanity and did something I seldom do on a daily basis. I put on a full face of makeup, including foundation, eye shadow, mascara, powder, blush and lipstick. I wanted to look especially yummy for Dan. As I applied the lipstick, I imagined leaving some of it behind on the shaft of his big cock. I was getting hotter by the minute.

It was time to get into my battle armor. I kneeled over and stepped into the girdle, struggling to pull it over my backside and all the way up to my waist. I grasped the zipper firmly, let out a big breath, and pulled it up. It really fit tightly. I gave out a "Whew!" Sitting down on the bed, I pulled a package of white thigh-high stockings out of the bag. No way could I wear pantyhose with this thing on, and besides, I wanted Dan to have immediate access to me, since that's what I'd guessed he wanted. I slipped the hose on, fitted the stocking tops under the legs of the girdle, and then went to tackle the bra. It took a while to get it hooked all the way up the back, but it felt good. I cupped my now- enhanced breasts and felt all along my tummy, down the line of the lingerie. I felt so firm and smooth! Dan was going to like this a lot!

My hand came to rest on the split crotch. I fingered myself for a minute or so. My mind wandered, to think whether or not Dan would have any trouble penetrating me through the girdle access port. I decided to try something, a test. I got up and reached under the bed, pulling out a small box containing my personal toys. I chose a nice long, thick, silver vibe. I put a dab of KY on the tip, and lay back down on the bed. I twisted the base to turn it on, then slowly eased it through the opening. To my surprise, the flaps in the split crotch gave way easily and it slipped right in. I slid it in and out slowly a few times. "Oh, this is going to work fine," I thought to myself. I lost myself for a minute, then came to my senses and pulled it back out before I got in trouble. I put my little friend away for another day. I didn't need him at all today, because the real thing was going to be here soon enough.

Finally, the dress. I took it out of the dress bag and off the hanger. It still looked as classy as it did in the store. I cut off the tags, and unbuttoned it. I buttoned it, leaving enough buttons undone on the bottom to reveal a lot of leg, and on the top to reveal a lot of pushed- up breasts. I cinched the belt around my now-curvy waist, and I felt like a princess, so feminine, so soft and pure. I had a nice pair of white heels that matched, and put them on before heading back out the door.

I left in my car to pick up Dan. I met him in the parking lot of a nearby strip mall, where he stashed his car. I had him duck down under the dashboard as we approached my street, just in case any nosey neighbors were watching. I closed the garage door, then we went in the back door. I offered him some wine, and there was the usual chit-chat about a nice house before we settled in on the couch. We kissed for a short while, and I felt his big cock through his trousers. It was ready to go. I slid off the couch to my knees, and undid his belt buckle and zipper. I pushed his briefs aside and took his member out. I was holding it in two hands, like gripping a baseball bat, and there was still about three inches sticking out the top of my grip. I loved his cock. I don't do oral sex, or at least not with my husband anyway, but I just couldn't resist wrapping my mouth around the big purple head of this big guy. He moaned and kept telling me how good it felt. Judging by how much volume he had produced before, I was sure that I didn't want to take this so far that I would wind up with a mouthful. So, I gently licked and stood up. Taking his hand, I lead him to the bedroom.

We stopped next to the bed, and Dan started to feel my curves through the dress. I guess he was trying to tell if I followed his directions closely. He asked, "What's that you have on under there, baby?" I replied, "It's your surprise. Unbutton me!" He started at the bottom, and worked his way up. He saw the stocking tops and the legs of the girdle bottom, then the high waist of the girdle, and then the strapless long line bra as all the buttons were slowly undone. He slipped the unbuttoned dress off, and it fell to the floor. He seemed to be in a trance, feeling me all over, shaping my slimmed waist, and cupping my breasts through the bra. Then he held me really close and tight, crushing my boosted breasts into his chest. We locked mouths in a passionate kiss, and his tongue buried itself far into my mouth. My hand went down, and felt his hard cock through his pants. He reciprocated, putting his hand between my legs and parting the split crotch, slipping his fingers in. He said softly, "Baby, you're so wet and ready that I need you right now!"

I fell back on the bed, and he was out of his clothes in a few seconds. I was on my back, and I raised up my legs and offered myself to him. He took his cock in his hand, and guided it through the maze of the split crotch of the girdle. Once through, he slowly pushed himself in all the way to the base of his cock. I couldn't get over the feeling I have every time he penetrates me deeply. I was so worked up over the sexy clothes and the foreplay that I started to come almost immediately. It was a really intense orgasm, one that made me sit up, then grab onto his neck and spasm. I stayed cramped for about 20 seconds (but it felt like an hour), then collapsed back on the bed. 

He seemed upset by all of this, even though he should have been proud that he made me come so hard, so quickly. "I'm nowhere near done yet!" he said in a loud and arrogant voice. "On your hands and knees, bitch, right now!" he yelled out. I was totally surprised at his attitude, and I just laid there and looked at him. He took me roughly by the shoulders and rolled me over like a rag doll, then grabbed my waist and pulled me up to a kneeling position. I looked back at him over my shoulder, and he was there, grabbing his hard cock and aiming for my sweet spot. He worked the head through the girdle opening again, then grabbed onto the top of the girdle and pulled me violently back onto him. It hurt this time. I felt him bottom out inside me and then push even more deeply. "Is he hurting me inside?" I wondered. He bottomed out and pushed through again, and I cried out, in pain this time, and stuck my head down into the bed. He grabbed me by the bottom of the sides of my bra and used it as handles for his pounding. He kept tugging me onto him on every stroke, my pussy lips hitting his groin really hard each time. The penetration pain at least had stopped, and I started to get into to it again. He just kept on slamming into me for what seemed like a very long time. His rhythm overwhelmed me as I came again, really, really hard. I heard myself screaming (yes, screaming!) "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm grrrrrrrrr aaahhhhhhh!". Wow, what an orgasm! But now I was beat and sore, and wanted to stop and just curl up into a ball.

I collapsed onto my tummy, and was trying hard to squirm away from him. Anything to get away, anything for it to just stop, stop now. I heard him say in a demanding voice, "I'm still not done with you yet, bitch! Roll over!" I wouldn't, I just couldn't respond. He took me by the thigh and rolled me onto my side. He stood up, and got something from out of his pants pocket. It was a short length of thin surgical tubing. What was he going to do with that?

He wrapped it twice around the base of his cock, and tied it off with a half-knot. Immediately, his cock became a dustier color, because of the cut off to the blood flow I assume. But more importantly, it seems to grow another inch or two in length, and get substantially larger in diameter. And, it was standing really firmly at a 45 degree upward angle, where before it was pointed slightly downward. Dan slapped his dick with his hand a few times, and it seemed to be as stiff as steel. "See, this, see it, bitch? This is what you're gonna get now!" he boasted.

He lifted one leg high in the air, flipped it over his shoulder, and got himself close up behind me. He sat on the other leg, straddling me and holding me wide, wide open. I protested his action, pleading, "No! No more! I need a break! Stop! Oh, God, I can't take any more! Please, oh please, no!"

He was not going to take no for an answer. He guided his cock into me one more time, and, holding my legs spread wide open with one arm, he entered me deeply, and slipped it in all the way up to the hilt. Because of the pressure and tightness of the high waist girdle and long line bra, I could feel EXACTLY how far this monster was in me: three inches past my navel and almost to my breast bone. I tried to wiggle away, tried to get him out of me, but he had me pinned to the bed with just his cock. "There! That's what a real cock feels like, bitch! I own you! I own you!" he taunted. 

Then, he raised himself up, placed his free hand (the other was still holding me spread wide open) between my breasts and held me down. He started to thrust and thrust, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in, hitting me hard at the end of his stroke. It was hurting like hell deep inside me, and hurting even worse with a burning sensation at my opening, where his huge thickness was tearing me open. I tried to get him to stop, tried to tell him he was hurting me. I cried out, "No, no, please, no, please, no, stop, no please stop! Too deep! Too deep! Ow! Ow! You're hurting me! It hurts! It hurts!" In this straddle position, I could feel that he could get into me even deeper than before. He was up in my lungs somewhere, I thought to myself. I hope he doesn't rupture anything way up there. He was just too deep. It was scary. I started to cry.

He just kept slamming me, holding me spread open for maximum penetration. This went on and on, for several minutes. I eventually stopped crying out for him to stop, and started to get back into it, now that I had gone numb with pain. I tried to move with him, to reduce the pounding at the end of the stoke, and I surprised myself by flashing one more orgasm. I guess my body just couldn't resist his intense stimulation, even if it was in pain. 

Finally, he stopped moving and held his cock in me, deep, all the way in. I supposed he was shooting his load deep into me now, since I could see him holding still, but his hips and tummy were twitching in a spasmodic rhythm. He reached behind his balls and began to masturbate the spot right behind his balls, just in front of his asshole. I had heard that this technique stimulates the prostate, and make a guy just cum and cum and cum. He kept cramping up over and over again, and I could feel wetness start to drip down my crotch. Eventually his spasms stopped.

He pulled out and lay down beside me, removing the rubber tubing from his member. After a minute, he reached over and touched my breast and tried to kiss me. I reacted to this Jekyll and Hyde transformation in a way he didn't expect. "You bastard! You selfish pig! You hurt me! I told you to stop! I told you that you were hurting me! Get out! Get out of here now! Don't touch me!" I yelled in extreme anger and disgust. He tried to speak, but I wouldn't hear of it. I got up, ran to the bathroom, and slammed and locked the door. 

I sat down on the toilet and began to cry softly. I felt beat-up, run over by a truck, and impaled. I wondered if I was hurt internally, or if I was bleeding. I was afraid to look. After a while, I regained my composure, especially after hearing the back door slam. He must have gotten dressed and left. Good. I wanted him gone.

I came out of the bathroom, and sat down on the bed, now a mess of tangled sheets. I undid the bra, rolled the stockings off, unzipped the girdle and tugged at it until it fell away. Then, I just curled up in a ball and hugged a pillow, and was asleep in a minute.

I slept through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. The phone woke me up about 8 PM, and it was Bob. He was just checking in, and said that the conference was good and that he would be home as planned tomorrow. I was feeling down and out, and I suppose it came through on the phone, since he asked me if I was alright. I told him I was just tired from work and might be coming down with something, so I was going back to sleep. He wished me good night and hung up. I wished I had him, or even someone else, to talk to about what happened to me. I know I would feel better if I could just share my pain and anger, and get some good advice from a friend. But, of course I couldn't mention it to Bob, and I was afraid to tell any of my girlfriends from work. Based on the stories about other people that I had heard from them, expecting them to keep my secret just wasn't possible.

Dan called a little later. I picked up the phone, and listened to his monologue, his sales pitch. He told me how much he had enjoyed our afternoon together, how I made his dreams come true. He bragged about how many time he made me come, and how responsive I was to his cock. Finally, he shut up, and it was my turn, my time to unload. I told him that I didn't enjoy it at all, that he was a beast and a brute and that I was hurt from his attack. He tried to argue with me, and that set me off even more. I screamed into the phone, "I told you to stop! I told you that you were hurting me! You just kept on hurting me, and that's rape, buster! I never want to see you again, you pig, you bastard, you rapist!" Then, I hung up on him. What an ego-manic! What a selfish dick!

I thought to myself that our interface at work was going to be a problem. But then I reminded myself that he must have done this to several other women at work, and all they seemed to do was ignore him, and he ignored them in return. Yes, that's probably my fate as well. Just another notch on the bedpost. How could I have been so cheap?