2 comments/ 30363 views/ 9 favorites Everybody Does It: Day Four By: timmywells Just a reminder that this story contains graphic sex between dominant and submissive categories, although the sex is not completely gay in nature, and there is a degree of humiliation involved. At this point, reading the previous installments would seem to be helpful in understanding the story. ... Paul Lombardo felt empty as he packed up his briefcase before leaving work. This was the first day of the week that he hadn't spent on his knees in Mr. Johnson's office, and for some reason, he missed it. The degradation, the submission and most of all Rawle Johnson's cock. How could this have happened? One day he was a happily married man with a nice home in the suburbs, with a loving wife and dreams of a family in the not-too distant future. Then he gets caught in a little harmless surfing on the Net, merely satisfying his curiosity, and it all gets turned upside down. All because of Rawle Johnson. Paul grabbed the report he had been directed to finish by his boss before quitting time, and after setting it on Mr. Johnson's desk his nostrils caught the faint scent of the body oil that his boss used. It was some kind of very subtle coconut and vanilla aroma, and even though Mr. Johnson had been out of the office since noon the scent still lingered. His boss said that he might not get back to the office that night but told Paul he should leave it on the desk because he would be in Saturday regardless so Paul did what he was told. He even lingered a little bit after 4 just in case Mr. Johnson came back, but Paul finally gave up and went home. Diane had beaten Paul home, and after filling each other in on the news of the day, Paul asked Diane if she wanted to go out for dinner rather than slave in the kitchen. "Actually babe, it's so hot out, I'd rather just sit by the pool and maybe cook some burgers," Diane suggested. "Works for me," Paul said. "Suits or no suits?" "Paul - we're going to be cooking and eating," Diane said with a laugh, and so Paul went to get his swimming trunks on. With a 8' privacy fence on one side, a vacant lot on the other side at least for the present, and woodlands to the rear, their house was so secluded that they occasionally went skinny dipping, but usually only after dark. "Ooh! That's almost as good as naked," Paul said when he saw the blue bikini that his wife had put on. The top was made to look like a couple of clam-shells, and as he looked Diane over, with her plump little butt, skinny yet shapely legs and a perfectly flat stomach, he had to admit that while she might not be voluptuous, Diane had a body that not many 38 year old women possessed. They floated in the pool together, with their backs against the back of the pool wall, and as Paul looked over the house and surroundings, he had to admit that he had it made. They had obtained the house just after the real estate prices plummeted, which was the only way they could afford something like it. "Hear that?" "What?" Paul asked, startled out of his daydream. "The doorbell, dummy," Diane said. "Shit. Choose you for it," he announced, resorting to their favorite way of deciding who would get stuck doing something that neither one of them wanted to do. "Odds!" Diane yelped, and then slapped the water when she saw they had both thrown out two fingers. "I always lose!" "Hurry back," Paul said. "Whatever they're selling we don't want it." Diane nodded and threw on her terrycloth robe before scurrying to answer the bell, brushing her short blonde hair back as she reached the door. "Yes?" Diane said as she looked up at the distinguished looking African-American man on the porch, dressed in a sharp looking cream colored suit with a pink shirt, and Diane braced herself for what she expected to be a sales pitch on some religion of sorts. "Mrs. Lombardo?" the man said, his voice sounding like Barry White as he looked down at the woman who was more than a foot shorter than he. "Yes" "Please forgive the intrusion," Rawle Johnson said as he extended his hand. "I'm Rawle Johnson. I work with your husband." "Oh! Mr. Johnson," she said, extending her hand and watching it disappear in the massive ebony hand with the immaculately manicured nails. "Please come in." "Hope I'm not interrupting dinner," Rawle said as he stepped inside. "I don't make a habit of such things, but your husband did a report for me and must have left out a page of it. I was hoping that he had it with him because it wasn't at his desk." "No, we haven't eaten yet, Mr. Johnson," Diane said. "Paul's out back. Follow me." Paul Lombardo did a double take when he saw Diane slide the screen-door open with his boss right behind him, towering over the petite blonde with an arrogant grin than Diane couldn't see. "Mr. - Mr. Johnson," Paul stammered while wading over to the ladder while his wife led his boss over to him. "Nice set up you've got here," Rawle Johnson said, smiling as his subordinate grabbed a towel to dry himself off with. "Diane - um - this is..." "We've already introduced ourselves," Mr. Johnson said, smiling that dazzling smile toward Diane while watching Paul fumble with the towel. "Although you really should get another picture for your desk, because the one you have doesn't do justice to this lovely woman." Paul smiled while watching Diane blush, her hands gripping the terrycloth robe tightly, and he knew that after only being around Rawle Johnson for a minute, she was already captivated by him. What did he have? Charisma wasn't enough to describe the hold he had over people, and Paul had seen it in action at the office with vendors and competitors. Now he was working on Diane., as she seemed to be falling for it hook line and sinker. Then again, Paul thought as he watched the two of them chat while he dried off, hadn't it been the same with him. He had never visited those websites before - not until Rawle Johnson took over the local office. Oh, he had been curious, but now that curiosity had become an obsession. "Like I was telling your lovely wife, I got the report but you left out the summary page," Mr. Johnson said. "I was hoping you had brought it home by mistake." "I did?" Paul said, and was about to say that he was certain he had given him everything, but he didn't want to make a scene so he simply said, "I'll go in and check." "Excuse us," Paul heard Mr. Johnson say from behind him, and was immediately aware that his boss was following him down the hall and into his bedroom where he had left his briefcase. "I'm sure that I gave you the entire thing Mr. Johnson," Paul said as he opened his briefcase. "Calm down, Lombardo," Rawle Johnson said as he walked over to the window and peeked through the curtains out to the pool area. "The report is fine. Matter-of-fact, your work is the only thing that saves you in a way, no matter how good a cocksucker you are." "And speaking of that." Paul looked up from the briefcase and saw Mr. Johnson standing there with his cock hanging out of the fly of her slacks, the limp black hose standing out starkly against the cream colored slacks. "What if Diane comes in here looking for us?" "Yeah. Wouldn't that be nice?" Mr. Johnson mused as he pulled and stretched his enormous organ while looking out at Paul's wife. "She ever going to take that robe off so I can get a look at her? Oh! Good boy." Rawle Johnson looked down on Paul, who had gone to his knees and was bringing the black snake to his lips and sighed, "You can't get enough of this big black cock, can you?" Paul stretched his mouth over the end of the bulb, spinning the tip of her tongue underneath the ridge of the foreskin before peeling back the shroud with his lips as his mouth moved down Mr. Johnson's manhood. "She's a cutie," Rawle Johnson said as he leaned over and went through the pile of their clothes on the chair. "What do we have here? Is this a training bra?" Paul looked up and saw that Mr. Johnson had Diane's brassiere in his hand and was looking at it intently, checking the padded cups and the tag on the back. "Can't read this - 32A, or double A," Mr. Johnson said. "Do you know? No? Anyway, there's some tiny titties that fit in this thing. She's a teacher, right? What grade she teach?" "Sixth," Paul said as he pulled the cock out of his mouth long enough to answer before going back at it. "She looks so good - I'll bet people can't tell who the teacher in her class is unless she's up at the front of the room," Rawle commented. "You aren't a pedophile, are you Lombardo? Hate those fuckers, but as long as you're just playing it's okay. Ever dress her up in clothes to make her look young?" "Couple times," Paul said, and then almost fell on his face when his boss pulled away from him, yanking the cock from his grasp. "I must pay you too much because you got a nice place here," Mr. Johnson said. "Now here's what we're going to do. We're going to go out there, and I'm betting that your cute little girl will invite me to stay for dinner. Think that's possible?" "Yes," Paul answered, rising when Mr. Johnson maneuvered his cock back into his slacks and motioned for him to get up. "If she doesn't, you will," Mr. Johnson instructed. "And I will accept. You will then say that it was too bad that I didn't bring a bathing suit because it's so hot and the water is so cool. I will then say that because you've got such a secluded yard, we shouldn't bother with bathing suits. All of us, so I don't feel out-of-place." "She'll never do it," "No?" Mr. Johnson asked with a raised eyebrow. "Not even if I asked her nice?" "I don't think so. Really." "Well, if not, we'll play it by ear. Now let's get back outside and have some fun." Paul followed his boss outside, and just as Mr. Johnson had predicted, Diane chirped up. "Mr. Johnson, would you like to stay and have something to eat with us?" she asked sweetly. "We were only having burgers and salads, but we would love to have you stay, wouldn't we honey?" "Uh - sure - of course," Paul mumbled. "Well, on only one one condition, Mrs. Lombardo" Mr. Johnson said. "Only if you call me Rawle." "Oh. Okay, Rawle," Diane chirped. "And I'm Diane." "Excellent Diane," Mr. Johnson said, and after he looked over at his subordinated he made a face and took off his jacket. "It is a hot one." "Oh. Um. Too bad you didn't have a bathing suit," Paul said, having forgotten his line, and as he looked at his boss is in pink shirt, he was amazed that the man hardly broke a sweat despite the heat. "You know, you folks..." Mr. Johnson said, but then Diane chimed in. "Paul, you have an extra suit," Diane said. "Honey, Mr. Johnson wouldn't want to wear a bathing suit of mine," Paul said, realizing how fastidious his boss was about things. "No. Remember the one I bought you and you wouldn't wear because you thought it was too loud? It's just like the one you have on except for the color. It's still in the package," Diane said. "34 waist. Would that fit you Mr. - I mean Rawle?" "Might be a tad big, but I can give it a try," Rawle said, and Paul looked at his boss, wondering how a man with shoulders and a chest the size they were could have a waist smaller than his own. "I'll go get it," Diane said, and as she left Mr. Johnson smiled at Paul. "Seems like the little lady wants to see me in a bathing suit," he snickered, and when Diane came out with the lime green shorts he thanked his hostess and went inside to change. "You seem eager to see my boss in a bathing suit," Paul said, practically mimicking what Mr. Johnson had just said to him. "Just trying to be nice," Diane said, and then tickled Paul. "Are you jealous? "Maybe." "Well, I think it will be nice to see two good looking guys in swim trunks. Who knows? Maybe we'll all end up in bed together by the end of the night," Diane giggled mischievously, adding quickly, "Kidding!" "What's taking him so long?" Paul muttered. "I better check. Maybe they don't fit." Paul went in the house and back to her bedroom, where Mr. Johnson was naked as a jaybird. His muscles were bulging so much that it looked like he had been lifting weights, and when Paul entered Mr. Johnson shook his head. "I was hoping you were Diane," Mr. Johnson said. "It would be terrible to have her see me like this, right?" Paul had never seen Mr. Johnson completely naked, and it was a staggering sight. Not a trace of fat anywhere on his 6'3" frame, and besides his eyebrows there wasn't a hair on his body. Not a hair, a tattoo or even a blemish to break the rich smoothness of his supple black skin. His nipples were large purplish buds, and when Rawle Johnson saw his employee looking at them he make his muscular man boobs dance by flexing. "Come here, Lombardo," Rawle instructed. "They look good enough to suck, don't they? Be my guest." Paul leaned down and put his mouth over the plumb bud and sucked lightly on it, and when his boss told him to suck harder, he complied, going back and forth between them while holding his sides. "You've got a talented mouth on you Lombardo," Rawle cackled. "Excellent oral skills. I'll have to but that on your next evaluation, if you make it that far. That's nice. Now why don't you slide you tongue over here. That it. Lick my armpits. Lick them all over." With Mr. Johnson's hand holding onto his scalp, Paul's face was guided over to his boss's underarm, and after his boss linked his hands behind his neck he looked over at his subordinate lapping away at at the deep pockets of his armpits. "Mm-mm, I like that," Rawle Johnson sighed and Paul lapped enthusiastically at the satiny smooth skin which had that same vanilla and coconut flavor as the rest of him did. Paul glanced over at his boss, who was watching him do his bidding with his usual arrogant attitude, and averted his eyes when they met. Instead, Paul trained his gaze up at Mr. Johnson's bicep, which because of the way he was stretching made the muscle even more pronounced. "I was hoping your little lady would come in," Rawle said as he stepped away from Paul and grabbed the trunks off of the bed. "She might have enjoyed watching you suck on my nipples and armpits." Rawle Johnson backhanded his cock and pulled on his several times, and that made his swaying cock look even more outrageously large. When he saw his employee staring at him he shook his head before bending down and slipping on the trunks, his member flopping violently upward as the elastic slid up towards his waist. "What do you think, Lombardo?" Rawle said as he posed for him while rearranging himself inside the trunks. "Think Diane will like this? They're a little loose, so they might slide down when they get wet." "You can't go out there like that," Paul said as he shook his head. "They don't fit." "Why? They're okay," Rawle snickered as he looked where Paul's eyes were, and then feigned surprise when he looked in the mirror. "Why look at that," Rawle said as he reached down toward the right leg of the trunks and grabbed his foreskin which was peeking out from behind the lime green fabric, stretching it down even further than it was before. "The trunks you have on are the same style, but you don't have this problem with yours, do you Lombardo?" Paul looked at the shrouded head of Mr. Johnson's cock, with the black cherry tip barely visible under the ebony shroud, and shook his head. "Why do you like to make me feel like crap?" Paul said, trying not to look at something that was impossible to miss. "Because I can, Lombardo. Are you mad about that, or jealous?" "Both, I guess," Paul muttered as Mr. Johnson came up to him. "You're honest, and I like that, but I don't like it when you start acting uppity with me." "AAWWW!" "Shut up," Rawle Johnson hissed as he watched his subordinates face twist in pain, the result of the grip he had on Paul's scrotum though his soggy trunks, and as he squeezed he straightened Paul out. "I've got the power. You're nothing," Mr. Johnson snapped. "I can make these sad little nuggets become raisins if I choose, do you understand?" "Yes," Paul grunted. "Please don't. It hurts." "Then be a good boy," Mr. Johnson said, releasing his grip and going over to grab a bag off the bed. "That way, we'll all have fun. I had this in the car." Rawle Johnson lifted the bottle of Chivas Regal from the bag for Paul to see. "Funny how that worked out," he snickered. "Me having that bottle with me. Diane like to drink?" "A little," Paul said, grimacing as he tried to get his balls to stop aching. "Not too much because she gets a little..." "A little what, Lombardo?" "A little silly," Paul mumbled. "Wouldn't want that," Mr. Johnson said. "Really wouldn't, because when it happens, and we both know it will, I want her to be aware of everything. Both of you. Now let's not keep the little lady waiting." Paul went back outside where Diane was fiddling with the gas grill, trying to get it lit, and Paul stood by and watched his wife, waiting for her reaction as his boss announced that he had been to the liquor store earlier so they could have cocktails before dinner. "Great," Diane said before lifting her head as Paul's boss put the bottle on the picnic table. "Darn thing won't light." "Here, let me help," Mr. Johnson said, and while Paul didn't think Diane noticed Rawle Johnson's wardrobe malfunction at first, it was clear that she did now as she stepped back, almost falling into the pool as her head jerked back and forth, trying not to look at what was peeking out of the leg of the trunks while Mr. Johnson pretended not to notice and acted like nothing was wrong. Diane looked absurd, Paul noted as her head kept twitching, as if Rawle Johnson's cock was a fishing pole and the hook was in Diane's mouth. Paul felt like screaming at her to just look at the damn thing, or for her to tell his boss his penis was exposed, but she did neither, and only when he saw Paul watching her watch his boss, did she break out of her trance. "Burgers are inside," Diane blurted out as she went into the kitchen. "It's lit now. Why don't we take a dip, Lombardo?" Paul followed his boss out until he was up to his nipples in the water, watching as Mr. Johnson dipped his head underwater a couple of times before addressing his subordinate. "Do you think your wife noticed something?" Mr. Johnson asked whimsically. You know she did, Paul thought to himself as they watched Diane bringing the burgers out to the grill, and her face was still flushed from the experience even now. "Diane," Mr. Johnson called out. "C'mon in and join us." "Gotta cook," Diane said, shrugging her shoulders. "The grill has got to heat up first," Mr Johnson said as he walked over towards her, the ever decreasing level of the water revealing more and more of his glistening ebony torso. Paul was relieved at first when he saw that the water must have caused a little shrinkage and the tip of Mr. Johnson's tool was no longer hanging out, but then he saw that the lime green trunks, after getting wet, clung to his body like a vacuum seal had been applied, and the outline of his cock was now clearly defined right down to the knob of his glans. "Shit," Paul whispered to himself as he saw Diane try not to stare at the obscene bulge that looked like his boss had a salami hanging in his trunks. "Don't make us come up there and get you," Mr. Johnson said with a deviish grin. "Okay," Diane said, and then took of her robe and set it on a chair, walking toward the water as Mr. Johnson retreated to give her room. "Wish you took that robe off earlier," Paul heard his boss say softly to his wife. "You've got an amazing body, Diane." "Cold," Diane said as she joined the men, and Paul saw the tiny pegs of her nipples poking at the clam-shell top. Everybody Does It: Day Four "You'll get used to it," Mr. Johnson said, and then reached over and dunked Paul's head underwater, causing him to sputter when he popped back up. "You shouldn't laugh at your husband!" Rawle roared when he saw her reaction, and then he was reaching over toward Diane, who moved backward but not fast enough. Mr. Johnson grabbed Diane, his long ebony fingers clutching her waist, and proceeded to lift her up almost completely out of the water before plunging her back down. Diane was giggling uncontrollably as he repeated the action over and over again. He's trying to knock her bathing suit off, Paul thought as he watched his wife being treated like a rag doll, while apparently Diane thought it was hilarious. The clam-shell top stayed on, but just barely, and then Diane reached under his arms, tickling him until he lost his grip and she slipped down, grabbing him around the neck to keep from going under. "Where were you, hubby? How come you didn't save me?" Diane giggled after the two of them separated. "You're supposed to be my hero." Paul managed a sick smile as he felt his dick spurting into his trunks. He had hardly realized that his hand had gone down there, so enraptured was he at seeing his boss's jet black and Diane's pale white skin touching, if only for that brief minute, and he couldn't help wondering whether his boss had ground his cock into her while they held each other. "The grill is probably ready," Paul managed to say, paddling around in case his semen was going to surface, and as they left the pool Paul had a feeling that everything was coming to a head, and he was powerless to stop it. Rawle Johnson was pouring the Chivas Regal while Diane cooked the burgers, and Paul found himself watching the interplay between his boss and his wife. Mr. Johnson was really pouring it on, charming Diane with flattery while walking around, those big ebony hands stroking her shoulders and looking over her while she cooked. And Diane! Paul noticed that she didn't even put her robe back on until she sat down to eat, and she had to have noticed him looking at her, practically undressing the woman. Miss Modesty all of a sudden lets this guy look all he wanted? As far as looking, Johnson had nothing on Diane, Paul mused. He had lost track on how many times he caught Diane looking at the inhuman bulge, and the way those trunks kept sliding down? A couple of times they had inched down so low you could see the stump of his cock before Mr. Johnson would casually yank them back up. The burgers and salad eaten, Paul waited for the inevitable, and as the sun started going down, it came, but when it did it was nothing like what he was expecting. "Hate to eat and run," Mr. Johnson said as he rose from the chair. "I've got an appointment of sorts in about an hour." "Oh!" Diane said. "That's too bad. It was so nice to have your company." "Frankly, I think I'd rather stick around with you," Mr. Johnson said, and he didn't say you two, just you, while looking at Diane only. "Maybe another time." Paul watched Mr. Johnson go into the house to get his clothes on, and after Diane puttered around the house she went inside too. Paul waited a second and then went in, expecting to see the two of them locked up in some kind of embrace, but Diane was putting things away in the refrigerator when Paul got into the kitchen. "Diane, I'm so glad I got to meet you," Mr. Johnson was saying as he joined them in the kitchen. "And I had such a good time too. Nice to see your husband away from the salt mine too. When I see him there he's usually got his hands full." Yeah, Paul thought. Lately my hands have been full of your cock. "I love to have you over to my place sometime," Mr. Johnson said, not looking at Paul. "I'm afraid that my place isn't nearly as relaxing and peaceful as yours." Bullshit, Paul thought. Your place is a condo that probably costs more a month than my mortgage does in a whole year, judging by the address. "And I love your pool. Haven't played like that in years," Mr. Johnson said. "With this heat wave we've been having, I would float in that thing all night if I were you, and seeing how secluded you are here, you don't even have to bother with a suit." "Oh, sometimes we don't," Diane said with a giggle. "Now that I'd like to see" Mr. Johnson said, turning on that Barry White growl. "If you would like to come over sometime, I mean for a real dinner, we would love to have you, wouldn't we honey?" Diane said. "Sure," Paul replied. "Frankly, I love the informal kind of thing we had tonight," Mr. Johnson said as he adjusted his tie. "I do the restuarant thing all the time when I travel, but things like we had out there, that's what I really enjoy. I don't have to be on guard or anything. Just relaxing times with nice people." "Well, anytime you want to come over..." "Are you folks busy tomorrow night?" Mr. Johnson said. "Us? No," Diane said. "Would you like to come over? It's supposed to be close to 100 tomorrow." "I'd love to," Rawle said, smiling at both of them this time, and reserving a subtle wink for Paul. "But only if you let me bring the steaks? You like filets?" "We love them!" Diane gushed. "And you have to let me cook," Mr. Johnson informed her with a wag of his finger. "I insist. You deserve to be pampered after all you did tonight." "Oh, that was nothing," Diane giggled, blushing and acting like a teeny-bopper. "It was for me," Mr. Johnson said, and then bent down and kissed Diane on the forehead. "Tomorrow around five?" "Great," Diane declared. "Tomorrow then," Rawle Johnson said, giving Paul a slug on the shoulder that looked playful but was a little painful. "I'll have to see if I have a bathing suit at home." "You can use Paul's again." Diane suggested. "Or we could just do without them altogther," Mr. Johnson suggested, doing that Barry White thing yet again that seemed to make Diane swoon. "Well, if it was dark enough out," Diane said, and then said, "Oops. Chivas Regal said that, not me." The sound of Rawle Johnson laughing echoed in the still night as he climbed into his BMW out by the road, and after he pulled away they retreated back to the kitchen. "Such a nice man," Diane sighed as she started cleaning up the few utensils she had used. "Did you forget we were supposed to see that Robert DiNiro movie with the Hamlins tomorrow night?" Paul reminded his wife, and from her response he thought that she hadn't forgotten at all, but had eagerly caved in when his boss made himself available. "Oh that's right," Diane said rather unconvincingly. "Well, that movie got bad reviews in the paper today anyway. I'll call Becky and cancel. Tell her I'm sick or something." "That's not very nice," Paul said. "I know, but look at it this way," Diane said. "Rawle can be very helpful to you at work. Good friends in high places and all? It pays to be nice to a man like that." "Rawle?" Paul asked. "That's what he told me to call him," Diane said. Paul mumbled a response and went back outside and poured a glass of the Chivas Regal. The Tiki torch they had fired up was creating weird light shadows on the deck and pool, and Paul found himself replaying the night while wondering about tomorrow. "You okay, honey?" Diane said, having come back out and rejoined him on the bench of the picnic table without him even noticing her approach. "I'm fine," Paul said, forcing a smile while giving Diane's thigh a gentle squeeze. "It's just that you and Mr. Johnson - you two - I don't know. I felt left out. He seemed to only have eyes for you." "Oh, he was just being nice." "Lot of flirting going on," Paul said. "It was just kidding around. I know I was, and I'm sure he was too," Diane said. "What would he want with me? A man like that, I think he has his pick of women." "I guess." "I didn't want to say anything," Diane whispered as she cuddled up next to Paul. "But that bathing suit? Did you see it?" "What do you mean?" "You know," Diane said. "The poor man was hanging out of it." "Really?" "You know perfectly well he was, because I saw you staring at him too," Diane insisted. "Only when I looked to see what you were staring at," Paul explained. "Are you jealous, honey?" Diane asked, squeezing his arm. "Maybe," Paul said, although he didn't know which one of them he was jealous for. "Aw, you're sweet, but you're my guy," Diane insisted. "Now and forever. Still, I mean, it seemed impossible, you know? How could a man have a penis that large?" "We've watched movies, Diane." "Yeah, but this was different," his wife said as she slid her hand inside his trunks. "This was right in front of me live and in person, and I don't think any of those guys were quite that size." "Mine won't reach down like his did," Paul said as he felt Diane's fingers exploring. "That's okay, because I love yours," Diane said. "Don't get mad. It was you that brought up all this stuff last night about sex with other people." "I know," Paul said, sighing as Diane's hand found his stiff dick. "But I did see you checking him out a lot." "Just like you check out Becky Hamlin's knockers when she comes over." "Hardly. And he was checking you out a lot too." "Don't be silly." "When you were cooking at the grill he was looking down your top at your tits," Paul explained. "He probably wasn't looking at them, he was looking FOR them." Diane countered, as she stroked Paul's dick slowly. "But he was looking." "I know," Diane admitted. "You saw him?" "Of course I did," Diane said. "It was harmless, but it made me feel good, if you must know the truth. And your cock is as hard as a rock. Do you like it when another man finds me attractive?" "Yes," Paul admitted. "I kinda liked it when you looked at him too." "ReallY?" Diane asked, and Paul nodded. "Want to go inside and make love?" "No," Paul said, but Diane's crestfallen look only lasted until he had pulled her over onto the grass, and when Paul yanked off her bikini bottom and felt how wet she was, he knew it wasn't left over moisture from swimming. They made love savagely on the turf, and after Diane came and her pussy clamped around his cock, he came too. He wondered who she was thinking about when they fucked, but he didn't ask, because if she turned the question around, he wasn't sure how he would answer. "Whew!" Diane said as he looked up at Paul leaning over her. "This fantasizing is really spicing things up around here. That was really good, honey." Paul helped Diane up, and after a brief discussion about whether they should hit the shower or the pool, they opted for the pool. Diane undid her top, making them both naked, and they went into the water together. "All these body fluids are going to make the pool filter work overtime," Diane said, and Paul chuckled when he thought about the load he had already deposited in there. "Just think," Paul said as he looked at the water rippling while they leaned back against the wall of the pool. "Tomorrow night at this time the three of us could be all naked in here." "Not me," Diane said. "You guys can, but my suit is staying on." "If Mr. Johnson is in here naked, are you going to look at him?" "Why do you call him Mr. Johnson?" Diane asked. "Because he didn't say I could call him by his first name yet," Paul responded. "I work for him. It's different." "I guess." "So you didn't answer the question. If he's naked would you look at him?" "Which answer do you want?" Diane asked. "The one you want to hear or the truth?" "I think the answers - they're one and the same," Paul said as he walked in front of Diane. "It's okay. I can handle the truth." "I'd look," Diane said with a mischievous smile. "I looked tonight and if I can tomorrow, I'll look again. If you're naked I'll look at you too." "Not as much though." "I get to see you all the time," Diane said. "Not the same, but if he got naked, would you get naked too?" "Huh?" "I'm just talking - you know - like we did last night. I was just curious whether you would feel funny if you were both naked." "I don't know. You mean would I be humiliated because he cock is so much bigger than mine?" "I don't know if there's THAT much difference," Diane mused, but even in the near-drakness she saw the look he was giving her, and shrugged her shoulders. "He's just different," Diane said. "Did you notice that except for his eyebrows, there's not so much as a hair on his entire body?" "How do you know?" Paul asked. "Maybe under the trunks..." "Nope," Diane said with a giggle. "I looked there too when his trunks slid down." "You're a frisky little devil," Paul cackled, giving her nipples a pinch. "Your fault," Diane reminded him. "You started these conversations. I couldn't help but see the way his trunks kept sliding down that he didn't have any hair above his - you know." "He gets it waxed," Paul replied, and when his wife asked him how he knew he explained. "Head to toe, every week. He hates body hair." "I guess that means you two won't be playing with each other then," Diane said, running her hands over the wet hair plastered on her husband's wet chest. "I like my men hairy." "I suspect Mr. Johnson doesn't need hair to prove he's a man," Paul said, and Diane giggled. "I don't know about stuff like this, but your penis is about 6" when it's hard, and that's pretty average, right?" "I guess," Paul lied, not wanting to quibble about an inch or so. "Rawle's - that looked - I mean, that might have been a foot long, don't you think?" "I don't know," Paul said, although from experience he knew her guess wasn't that far off. "And it wasn't even hard!" Diane exclaimed. "Yours gets twice as big when it gets hard. Does that mean his is two feet long when he has an erection?" "No dear," Paul said, because he knew well that the length and girth of his boss's organ barely changed even more fully erect, with the only difference being the direction it was pointing. "How do you know all of this?" "Uh - I don't," Paul stammered. "But from what I've read and stuff, guys that are really big soft don't get all that much bigger when they get hard as us little guys." "You aren't so little," Diane said, and when she reached down she cackled. "And you're hard again. Ooh!" Diane moaned as Paul leaned close and she guided him in her pussy, sighing, "Nice," as they bobbed in the water. "This fantasy stuff is fun." "So what are you fantasizing about right now?" Paul asked as he slipped his dick in and out with the motion of the water. "About me sucking on Mr. Johnson's cock?" "No," Diane whispered. "Can't be done. If Rawle is with his date right now and that thing is anywhere near the lady's mouth, it's getting licked, not sucked. No way anybody could get their mouth around that thing." "It's skin, not bone or like your vibrator. It wasn't so fat that somebody that knew what they were doing couldn't handle it," Paul scoffed. "Looked too big to me. The top of it looked as big as an apple," Diane gasped as Paul started thrusting a little faster. "So you could help me then," Paul suggested. "You mean like that movie we watched where the two girls took turns sucking that man's cock?" "Yes," Paul said. "You and me taking turns on Mr. Johnson." "He's not circumsized," Diane wheezed. "Never been with one like that." "You just skin it back," Paul said. "We could hand it back and forth, taking turns sucking on that fat head and jerking off the shaft" "Omigod." "Did you see his balls when you were peeking at him?" Paul as he slammed into Diane while her legs thrashed int the water. "They're probably huge too, and we could squeeze them and lick them together." "Gonna cum soon!" Diane yelped, her nails digging into Paul's back as he thrust hard. "So is Mr. Johnson," Paul snorted. "Pretend he's gonna cum now and one of us has to swallow it. Which one of us babe? Which of us?" "You!" Diane groaned. "Let him cum in your mouth. Want to see him cum in your...arrrghh!!" They came together, with Diane's eyes rolling back in her skull as her body convulsed, and they almost went under as they briefly lost their balance in the pool, with Paul struggling to hold them upright while they shared each other's orgasms. "No more no more," Diane sputtered as her body convulsed with after-shocks, and after they fully regained their balance they looked at each other like they were strangers. "Wow," Diane exclaimed. "Luckily next door have their AC on or else they would have heard us." "I know." "This is wild," Diane said as they made their way out of the pool. "Fantasizing like this is really intense. One thing though." "What babe?" "If somehow you two guys end up swimming naked, I'm going to be thinking about what we just did," Diane explained. "That stuff you were saying while I was coming. Whew! That was wild. Where did you come up with that stuff? It was like you already had that scenario mapped out in your head." "I dunno. Tried to make it good for you." "Mission accomplished, only now I have to remember to try not to think about it whenever I look at Rawle tomorrow night, because I don't think he would understand how perverted we are," Diane declared. "Might get you fired." "Could be," Paul sighed as he blew out the torch and picked up their bathing suits from the deck, and as Diane entered the kitchen he mumbled, "Probably not." ... thanks for following the story so far "I guess," Paul said.