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A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



This two-part story again contains some factual elements of my life inter-mixed with fantasy and fiction. As usual, I hope you'll vote early and vote often. I invite e-mail comments on the story and my writing. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it and remembering some of the events and occasions in the story. As usual, names have been changed to protect the guilty. The break between parts 1 and 2 is about in the middle of the story.

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I was lying on my back watching one of the most beautiful women in the world move seductively above me -- our naked bodies coupled together. Her breasts swayed and swung as we moved into one another. We'd already made love -- for I could see the fluids from our earlier coupling oozing from her pussy into this second session of our lovemaking. I could feel the erotic pleasure as her tight cunt started to spasm around my cock. I reached forward and rubbed her nub -- her clitoris. We both entered our orgasmic states together. She moaned and let out a long, soft "Oooooooooh" of pleasure as she peaked. I grunted my last thrusts into her and then moaned my own satisfaction with the world as I fell back into the soft bed. Finally, she fell on my chest, her long dark hair rolling into the space between our necks as we cuddled together. This was one of my tougher 'assignments' for The Company. What did I do to deserve Katrina?

I was recruited into The Company back in the 1980s. I'd always had a James Bond fantasy so when I was approached I felt like a life-long dream had been realized. Further, the way it was all explained to me didn't make it sound very dangerous - just the right amount of risk to be ego gratifying. I'd do a small delivery task every now and again -- no risk, no bother, but of great service to the country.

At the time I was a management consultant at McKennitt & Company. I was working mostly at the old AT&T before it was broken apart. I was an expert in information technology and combined with an MBA I was a hotshot consultant. My clients were all struggling, at that time, with integrating technology into their businesses and I knew how to do it. I'd just gotten a client in London and was working hard to convince the consulting firm I worked for that we should open an office there that focused on technology and that I should be one of the U.S. staff that worked in it.

I'd been promoted a couple of times in the firm and told there was no reason I wouldn't make partner -- the ultimate goal - before I turned forty-five. On a couple of occasions I'd been asked if I thought I could manage starting a new "Greenfield" consulting practice office in Europe; I enthusiastically answered, "Of course." How naïve!

I can still recall the initial meeting with The Company. Jim Haight, my boss, asked me to be in the office one Friday for an important meeting. He was vague, but we often were with each other since we had so many other balls in the air. I scheduled Friday in the firm's office. At the appointed time, Jim stopped by and asked me to join a 'prospect' and him in our private luncheon room.

Jim introduced us: "Dave Krall meet Kyle Thurman. Kyle, David." We shook hands. Neither Jim nor Kyle offered the name of his company, which I sort of thought was odd. I figured I was playing Number 2 to Jim, so I rolled with the lack of information.

Jim set the stage. He turned to me and started, "David, we've had a unique relationship with Kyle's organization for almost twenty years. He's going to propose an opportunity to you that we in the firm hope you will accept. We want you to know that several good things will occur if you do: first, you'll be fast tracked to partner -- even faster than the track you're on now; second, you will find the monetary rewards far exceed your expectations; and lastly, you'll be doing a great service for this firm and your country. There are other benefits but those are the major ones. Now, hear Kyle's pitch and I'll be back in a few minutes to help answer any questions." He smiled, nodded at Kyle and me, and slipped out of the room. I was VERY curious at this point but open to whatever the idea was.

Kyle waited for the door to shut. He was direct and blunt; "We would like you to work part-time for the Central Intelligence Agency. You're about to start working in Europe and, I'm told, will open your company's first technology office in London as well as travel around the entire continent doing your consulting work. There's a lot going on over there in terms of intelligence gathering -- that's what we do; you could help us. We'd train you, of course. One key point is that you can tell no one." He looked me straight in the eye and then emphasized the point, "NO ONE." I think I nodded my comprehension. I had a vague vision of being blindfolded before a firing squad if I ignored Kyle's emphatic warning.

He went on, "We've done a VERY thorough background check on you. You're smart, creative, athletic, culturally-sensitive, and fast-thinking -- just the type of person we need on our team over there." He paused then asked, "Any questions so far?" My ego did a little jig that I'd been recognized as the boy wonder that I am.

Finally, I asked, "What would I have to do specifically? Do you want me to be a spy?" An image of me looking remarkably like James Bond flashed before my eyes.

"No, no. We don't use that terminology -- too vague, for one. You would meet certain prearranged contacts throughout Europe as part of your consulting travels. These individuals would pass along 'information' to you in various forms or you might pass along something we'd like to get to them. Sometimes you'd never even see them. Most of the time you'd bring what you're given back to London or Boston with you and pass it along to someone else -- me, for instance. Other times, you'd be called to make an assessment of that information and pass your assessment on to someone else. Sometimes you'd be put in an ... errr ... delicate situation, and asked to assess all going on around you and report that later to someone else too. Often, I'll be your contact but there will be others I'll introduce you to. Much of the information you'd deal with would be in your area of expertise -- computers and information technology. Oh, and you'll always be well briefed ahead of time as well as debriefed after your assignments." 

"What about my family? My wife and kids?"

"They're NOT to know you have this 'alternate profession.' You'll still be doing consulting work and your speaking engagements. You could just consider this part of that work, in fact. They'll be with you in London. Your wife will want to work and she'll be assured of a meaningful job in McKennitt, I'm told. She may travel around too but she won't have these 'special' assignments. As far as anyone not in the know, you'll be an eager consultant starting the overseas practice office for a successful U.S.-based company." This was news to me but I was happy that my idea had not only been accepted but that I was going to be the guy heading the new consulting unit. The vision of the firing squad dimmed.

Jim came back in the room leading a waiter with a tray of food for the three of us. We waited until we'd been served and the waiter left the room. I asked Kyle quietly, "How much does Jim know?"

"Jim knows the general nature of your assignments and will be a mentor to you in both your consulting work and your work for The Company. He should never know the specific nature of your work for The Company unless you are told you can include him in your thinking, however, he can always be asked about general questions and protocol. He's my backup and you may even receive assignments from him; those assignments you can discuss with him." Jim nodded.

"Am I the only person in our consulting firm doing this? It doesn't sound like it."

Jim answered, "No, there are about twenty others right now. A couple of others will join you in opening the London office plus we'll hire some others over there -- both straight consultants as well as individuals that have these 'dual roles.' You'll know who's who in your office but that's all. Usually you won't know anyone else's assignments nor should you concern yourself with their split roles. Their assignments will be invisible and just another consulting engagement. This is exactly how it will appear in your own European work as well."

"How's that work?"

Jim went on, "Well, you'll be given an assignment. It will appear to come from a company of good repute. You'll take it on as you would any consulting assignment. The only difference is that when you spend your time -- your billable hours if you will -- you'll be spending them for The Company and be carrying out that assignment. You'll submit invoices and expenses just as you would normally, and they'll be promptly paid. You're administrative staff will be none the wiser. By the way, sometimes you'll bring one or two others with you as part of your work 'team' but usually you'll work alone."

I was trying to think of all the other questions to ask but the whole idea was scrambling my brain. Finally, I asked, "Will I have to carry a weapon? A gun?"

Kyle's eyes squinted at me and then he responded very slowly, "When the time comes, you'll be trained in EVERY skill you'll need. And, yes, there will be some initial weapons training here in the States. Everyone in The Company takes it."

*****

It took nine months to get the family and me to London. During that time my wife Stacy quit her job in logistics software and joined McKennitt Consulting, ecstatic that she was now a consultant at a significant pay increase from her previous systems development work. She quickly joined a couple of ongoing projects and started to make a good contribution, confirming that the firm had made a wise decision to bring her on. 

We waited to move to London until the summer so our teenagers didn't have a break in their schooling; they were both pissed to be pulled away from all their friends but we knew they'd eventually love living overseas. By the time we got to London we'd arranged living accommodations with a live-in housekeeper and sitter. Someone still had to oversee the teens when Stacy and I were away on consulting assignments.

In the nine months before we actually moved to London, we were getting ready both on the home front and in the consulting firm. I also started receiving significant training from The Company, initially in the States and then in Europe. The CIA had a special weapons training facility outside of Kansas City; I spent three weeks there -- being home on the weekends. By the end of the time I'd learned about a wide range of weaponry as well as concealment techniques. That said, I couldn't hit the ground with a bullet if I was aiming for it. 'Officially,' the firm made $60,000 from a Kansas City-based pharmaceuticals company.

I started to travel to Europe, including London, about once a month before we moved there. I negotiated for office space, hired some consultants, lined up legal and accounting firms, and made sure any permits or licenses we needed were requested. I also needed to get work permits for the group of us that were going to move to England from the U.S. Of course, we also needed clients and I started an aggressive marketing campaign too, aided by a couple of colleagues from the home office and from the firm's accounting services office in London.

On my third trip overseas I started doing "real" work for The Company, I was given a packet to deliver to a contact in Paris. I flew a red-eye into Charles de Gaulle airport, took a cab into Paris, sat in the assigned sidewalk café having a coffee and reading the "correct" magazine. A very Parisian man with a cane meandered in and sat next to me, said the right greeting after which I got up and left, leaving the packet behind on a chair. When I looked back as I walked away he and the packet were gone. I headed back to the airport and flew on to London and my other business.

Between that visit and another, I was taken with Paris and ultimately I talked the firm into also opening a technology office in a business center there. Noteworthy is that one night a year later, Basque terrorists blew up the building next to our office and destroyed their target as well as our office. C'est la vie.

My fifth trip to Europe I was instructed by Kyle to meet a woman who was to be my "handler" in West Berlin. The Berlin Wall was still up and actively patrolled by the East Germans and Russians at the time; we were still on a very confrontational footing with the Soviets not to mention all communist satellites in Eastern Europe. I flew on British Airways from London to West Berlin for a morning "seminar" on information management the next day. Of course, I didn't give the seminar but I did meet Katrina Grüder.

Katrina was a tall, leggy, dark haired woman in her late thirties. She was a truly striking individual and someone you would do a double take or triple-take to look at because she was so pretty. When I met her she was wearing a very short, tight little black dress with fringe along the bottom that amplified the swish of her hips when she walked. She was also wearing three-inch spike heels that also accentuated her trim legs -- my great weakness. She had a large purse the size of Denmark.

We met in the bar of my hotel late in the afternoon I arrived, supposedly for drinks and dinner and in fact that is what we did. I felt an immediate chemistry with her and I was pretty sure she did with me as well. I tipped the matré d' to give us a quiet table where we wouldn't be overheard. He was very accommodating and gave me a big wink once he saw Katrina.

Sitting over our wine and then our meals I couldn't help but stare at her. After dinner, I apologized, telling her she was certainly one of the most beautiful women I'd ever met. She blushed and then held my hand for a while. Anyone watching would have assumed we were romantically involved and I certainly did nothing to dissuade them of that assumption.

After dinner, Katrina said we had a little business to discuss before we allowed anything further to take place. She gave me a silly grin that I took to mean she wanted something further to take place. I just nodded and let my mind wander.

She leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner, which it was, and whispered to me, "I will be your contact in Eastern Europe, when you go there -- which will be a lot I'm told. You'll travel under some fake identities. I need to take your picture later so we can make up the various IDs you'll need. I will basically be your contact over here, even on many of the assignments you'll have in the West. You can verify all this with Kyle by the way." Her voice had the lovely characteristic of a German accent every now and then, otherwise her English was impeccable.

She went on in her hushed voice, "We'll meet again next month in Milan for three or four days; I'll have a lot to tell you then about one or two assignments and how we'll work together. If anyone asks about that trip you're going to market to Montedision -- the Italian chemical company. They're based in Milan and we'll actually pay a visit to one of our 'friends' there to make you legitimate." She passed me a single typed page; "Here is your itinerary for that trip -- dates, hotel, flights, taxis, etcetera."

Katrina leaned across the table and kissed me. I kissed back. I noticed several people in the restaurant smiling at our display of affection. She said softly again, "We were talking too seriously for two people that are supposed to be romantically involved. If we're being watched, a kiss always will deflect attention except from the most ardent voyeurs." She laughed.

My brain was buzzing with questions and options, not only about the assignments I was to be given but also about the kind of relationship that Katrina and I would have with one another. I loved my wife and we'd been married over twenty years; yet our relationship was stale and we both accepted that many things were missing in it. Katrina was a sudden complication in how I thought about that other relationship. Further, I'd REALLY enjoyed our kiss.

We settled up and left the restaurant and she asked to go to my room to freshen up and take my picture. She was clutching me closely to her in her very European fashion. We rode up in the elevator together, she leaned in a kissed me. "I'm sorry if I appear forward," she said, "but you make me want to do that." She blushed again.

I asked, "Boyfriend?"

"Not for the last couple of years," she said. "I just haven't found any body that fascinated me," she paused and shot me an oblique look, then added, "Until I met you tonight." She kissed me again.

"I'm very accepting of all the affection that I can get," I said. "I am flattered and honored at your feelings. You should know that you make my heart beat faster." I paused and said quietly, "You know I'm married, I assume?"

"Yes," she said softly. "I've read your whole file. That makes no difference to how I feel. I know a lot about you ... a lot." I remembered that comment later; it helped explained how fast some things happened.

We arrived at the door to my hotel room and I opened it and let her in. I had at least left the place reasonably neat - I thought. Wrong. The room had been tossed. Clothes, drawers, and the loose appliances that had been in the room were strewn from one end of the room to the other in complete disarray. Someone had been searching for something. 

Katrina grabbed me and whispered in my ear, "Don't say a word." She pulled a device from her purse and waved it around. She gestured to me to pack up and leave the room with my luggage. I nodded. I searched for things they might have taken -- some spare cash, my laptop, my Filofax, client files -- but everything of value seemed in place. I packed things up and we left the room.

Half an hour later I was in a new and better room on a different floor with apologies from the hotel staff about their lapse in security. Katrina had accompanied me through the room change but no one had questioned her presence. 

After we closed the door on the new room, she pulled the small electronic device from her large bag, turned it on and swept the room. When she was through, she looked at me and said, "We're OK to talk in here. No bugs. There were in your other room."

"Does all this happen often?" I asked.

"I think you were being checked out by someone local. Could have been the East Germans. They don't like it when someone they don't know comes to visit, even to West Berlin." She pulled the curtains on the windows even though we were on the eighteenth floor.

Katrina pulled a camera from her bag and posed me in front of a plain wall. She took a dozen pictures then put the camera away. "I'll have alternate IDs for you sometime -- maybe by your next visit."

"What now?" I asked.

She shrugged and said, "We dance with each other." She made a little dancing motion and gave the fringe on her skirt a sexy swish. I was a goner.

I turned on the radio and quickly found an FM station playing some of the smoothest and most romantic jazz in the world. I came back to Katrina and we started dancing. Katrina walked up in front of me and pulled my arms up and around her shoulders. She wiggled in close to me, then looked up and kissed me again. We stood there in the dimly lit room kissing and hugging for quite a few minutes. I was distracted by thoughts about the East Germans torturing my body but those faded the longer we danced..

After we'd "danced" for about fifteen minutes, getting closer and closer to each other until you needed a crowbar to pull us apart, she grabbed my chin and pulled me so I was looking straight into her eyes; "Will you make love to me? I am REALLY attracted to you. I've never done this before ... just warmed up to someone on a ... first date. You're hot. You think I'm hot -- I think. Let's ... errr ... strike while the iron is hot." She laughed slightly at her own humor.


A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 01



I was not in an arguing mood. Besides this was partly in the name of Uncle Sam and I've always thought of myself as patriotic.

As the mellow sounds of Stan Getz floated across the room, I reached up and started to undo the long zipper on the back of Katrina's little black dress. While I was doing that she was slowly pulling my necktie off and then unbuttoning my white button-down collar shirt. Steam was rising from our bodies.

We reached a point where she shrugged the dress forward and it fell down her arms, leaving her almost naked from the waist up except for a lacy bra that was doing little to hide Katrina's 36C assets. I rapidly disposed of the bra. We came together again in our 'dance;' Katrina rubbed her naked breasts across my chest, apparently enjoying the feeling of the thin crop of chest hair I'd cultivated there over the years.

For a long time we looked in each other's eyes, searching for meaning, love and understanding. We swayed gently back and forth in time to the music -- our hips pushed together. There were frequent kisses. After a few minutes, Katrina stepped away and let her dress shimmy down her long legs to the floor. She kicked it to the side with one of her spike-heeled pumps. Now I could appreciate the full length of those legs, their perfect toned shape right up to the small thong she was wearing, and how they were cloaked in the dark shaded nylons with lace at the tops leaving an alluring band of skin between their tops and the thong.

She reached for my belt and slowly undid all the connections holding my pants on my half-naked body. Soon they joined her dress in the corner along with my underwear, shoes and socks and her thong, shoes and stockings. We continued our dance, now finding even greater pleasure as we rubbed our naked bodies together, appreciating the skin-on-skin contact as our chests and legs made contact with each other.

I knelt before her and leaned in and ran my tongue up her thigh toward her trimmed pubic hair. I felt Katrina shudder as I did this; I repeated the gesture on the other leg -- then went back and forth, slowly getting closer to her slit.

Finally, I aimed my tongue at her moist pussy. Already I could smell her aroma. I knew what she would taste like from that lush odor of sex and seduction. I couldn't resist if I'd wanted to. My first foray into her nest produced a long moan; she reached and clutched my head to her -- spreading her legs slightly to afford me greater access.

"Oh, my God David. You're wonderful. Don't stop. Don't stop. Do me. Bring me off. Make me climax. Oh, I am soooooo yours tonight ... Oh, Don't stop." She just kept talking her mantra as my tongue found an increasing number of points of interest. 

Katrina climaxed. It was an amazing event, first because her breathing stopped as her back arched away from me; second, because she reached down and clutched my face to her well-slathered pussy, she ejaculated a small amount of girl juice into my face -- it also ran down her legs. She finally emitted a long, low-pitched wail: "Oooooooooooh" -- then released me and fell backwards so she was sitting on the bed shaking her head in disbelief.

She pulled me to her. "Oh you dear man, THAT was mind blowing." She leaned into me and kissed me, her hands searching and then finding my hardening rod. As we kissed she fondled and jerked me around, feeling me harden.

"I want you inside me ... NOW," she insisted. She hitched herself up the bed and pulled me with her. When she was content with her position, she spread her legs and pulled my cock to the entrance to her vagina. I pushed into her, burying only an inch of my cock before pulling back out. I pushed in again, this time adding a fraction of an inch to my penetration. Katrina was raising her hips to make me go deeper, yet I resisted. I pulled out and then inserted again, adding only a further fraction to my depth; and again ... and again. 

I continued in this manner, managing most of the time to avoid sinking too deep into her until I was ready. Finally I worked my way to full penetration, the mushroom head of my cock nesting next to her cervix as I rested at full depth against her body. I was harder than steel. Katrina was panting again and close to another orgasm if I was reading her correctly.

"Let yourself go," I whispered to her as I started to thrust in and out of her glorious warmth.

On my fourth long stroke into her cunt she spasmed again. She wrapped her legs around my body and pulled me into her tightly, stopping my motion with her full body hug. She went motionless for thirty seconds and then recovered, kissing me passionately as we paused. "Oh my God, David. I may never leave this bed. Oh, do some more of that ... those ... this." She pushed her body into mine again.

I picked up where I'd left off, doing long slow strokes -- pulling out until just the ridged head of my cock was held by her pussy lips and then slowly pushing back to full depth in her magnificent body. Each time, she moaned and arched to meet my penetration. After a while I stepped up the pace. I held myself above her, arms locked, so I could look at her -- study her face, her expressions, see how the passion affected her. She reached up so lovingly and caressed my face and neck. She was watching the same expressions on me.

"Cum in me," she finally said. "Shoot every drop you have to give deep into me. I want your cum." I dropped and kissed her, running my tongue around her lips and face. I sped up my thrusting and she acknowledged by using her legs to urge me faster and deeper into her body.

The course was set. A few moments later I whispered to her, "I'm cuming." I pounded into her, our bodies rubbing together in that luxurious feeling of intercourse. I could feel my semen start its journey through my ducts, speeding towards my cock head, creating pleasure every inch as it sped towards her pussy. Then I ejaculated into her body. Already my body was arched and I had thrust as deep into her tunnel as I could, my deposits leaving my body at the doorstep to her womb.

Of course, she was cuming at the same time. Her upper body was arched off the bed completely -- an act that pushed her groin firmly into my body, ensuring deep penetration. The pleasure washed over her and I heard the moan from her yet again: "Ooooooooooh God." I was grunting with each jet of cum that left my body. Somehow I remembered to breath in all this, although with some difficulty.

I collapsed onto her body. We were both now drenched in the sweat of our lovemaking. Our bodies smelled of sex -- a wonderful aroma that pleased my nostrils. I rolled us to our sides so I wouldn't weigh too heavily on her and we could both use our hands and stroke each other. We did -- we stroked and smoothed each other, remaining coupled together -- my cock still deep in her vagina. Our groins were especially wet and moist from the leak of pre-cum and fluids around the area. Our kisses seemed more intimate than before as well, yet we were more superficial for a few moments as we caught our breaths. 

The radio was still on and the jazz still mellow and romantic. I remember a romantic NancyWilson piece playing as I started to make oral love to Katrina's breasts, something our rush to couple hadn't really allowed me to do. Katrina was very responsive and I think that if she hadn't stopped me I could have given her another orgasm that way.

The erotic stimulus of loving her breasts, being able to see her entire naked body next to mine and still impaled on my shaft, plus a long dry spell at home worked together to make me hard again after only a few moments. Thus, after we'd been working at 'after play' with each other for fifteen or twenty minutes, I started to slowly thrust into her tunnel again. She questioned my actions but responded as we lay side by side. I kissed her passionately. 

After my tentative thrust proved to be legitimate, Katrina said softly, "Let me be on top this time. I want to make love to you this time." She rolled us so I was on my back, and without breaking our coupling pulled her knees up beside my body so she could ride me and, as she demonstrated a few minutes later, be in control of the situation.

The low light in the far corner of the room shed a beautiful soft glow over Katrina's body. I hardened just at the sight of her kneeling over my prone form. Her tousled dark hair hung down over the two of us, her ringlets falling on my face and chest when she lowered herself to kiss or lick me. The light highlighted her high angular cheekbones, physical characteristics that enhanced the beauty of her face. She stared at me, watching, with her big full green eyes. She had full lips that, like mine, were not used to the beating we were subjecting them to. 

Katrina had a long slender neck that allowed me to see the muscles and tendons as she moved. I noted she was in good shape and well toned as well. Beneath that beautiful neck there was a smooth and flawless chest swollen with two magnificent orbs of flesh that were topped with large areolas and erect nipples -- erect mostly because of my sucking and licking on them for the past quarter-hour. Beneath those, Katrina's flawless skin led to her flat abs, again visibly flexing as we thrust into each other. 

Then there was our coupling. I could lie on my back and look down between us, between the smooth arches of her legs, and see where my cock penetrated into her body. I could watch her neatly trimmed pussy slide up and down my shaft -- my visual observations matched to the wild sensations I was feeling through my cock and body. I marveled at the transition from her abdomen to her pussy, the lips that pulled away from her body as I extracted and then contracted again as I thrust into her. I could see the fluids -- our fluids -- oozing over my cock, coating it with lubrication so that our union would be more pleasurable and more likely to be repeated.

Katrina came forward and let her hair float down my chest; I pulled her forward into a soul kiss. We both wanted to consume each other, yet save one another for another day -- another encounter. 

Katrina talked to me, "I want us to cum together again. I liked that. I want the rest of your man juice deep in my cunt. I like being on top; I like you looking at my body. My body was put on this planet for you to look at -- to make you harder so you can fuck me better while you look at me. Look at how my breasts sway and jiggle as I fuck you -- do you like that? Don't you like it when you can suck on my breasts and feel your cock in my cunt at the same time." She went on and on, each sentence inspiring me to harden and to thrust into her. She was calling forth the last of my cum from deep in my body.

She was successful and I let her know when I was seconds from arrival. I could feel the signals from deep within. In my mind it was when my fluid first surged into the ducts that carry it towards the external world. A wave of pleasure starts from deep within and builds. Next I knew the entire orgasm washed over me and I exploded upwards into Katrina's body. She was already arched over me, her breathing stopped as she savored her state of ecstasy.

As the waves of pleasure passed from us, she fell into me -- showering me with kisses and smiles. "Oh, we are going to have such fun together," she said. "This may be the best time of my life -- just even tonight." She smiled and ran her tongue into my mouth.

We lay together for a long time, wide-awake, just enjoying the further sensations of our contact with one another.

Around midnight Katrina got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower come on for a while then she appeared naked again in the bath doorway. She came to me and kissed me again. She dressed, came and kissed me one last time; she said, "Until Milan," and then quietly slipped out the door -- pulling it tightly behind her.

I slept fitfully, on the one hand reliving our complete erotic encounter over several times and on the other integrating what had just happened into the rest of my life. 

In morning I caught a flight for London.

*****

The month passed quickly. I was back in our Boston Office for most of the month. I had a couple of short trips, ostensibly to give seminars. In fact, I spent two days with The Company in Florida receiving scuba training and a couple of days in Langley, Virginia, getting an overview of the political situation across Europe and Asia. 

I saw Kyle during my time Stateside and he verified all that Katrina had told me. He also told me I was to bring my tuxedo with me to Milan and thereafter on all trips. He said I should expect to do some serious socializing on many of my trips, emphasizing that some of the people I met would eventually be our key "contacts."

The family and I spent the long Memorial Day weekend in Maine before I left for the week in Italy. We had a nice weekend until the kids started to fight hook, tooth and claw with one another; eventually we had to separate them with one sitting in the front seat as I drove and the other with Stacy in the backseat. The weekend did little to enhance our relationship.

I had a red-eye TWA flight into Malpensa airport - outside Milan, and then a taxi ride into the posh downtown section. I checked in at the Grand Hotel Et de Milan and was escorted up to their Superior Suite. The hotel staff was expecting me, and the fawning and doting on my every need was apparent from the time I walked in the door. I noted in the room that Katrina's luggage was already present in the room but there was no sign of the beautiful woman.

I stretched out on the king-size bed to nap -- red eyes had that affect on me. Two hours later I awoke with a warm woman snuggled in behind me and holding me close to her taut body. Katrina kissed my eyes open and looked at me endearingly. "I was wondering when you'd wake up. I've been here an hour and all you've done is snore. Just like a man." She hopped from the bed, adjusting her casual skirt and top as she did.

"Oh, I feel so groggy. I know I've got to get up or else the jet lag will be worse. I even took some melatonin too." I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face to wake up.

Katrina got me out of the hotel, dressed in casual togs. She walked me a few short blocks to the Cathedral or Duomo, a beautiful structure with the most intricate spires and statuary on it. I was notably impressed, particularly that the Duomo's construction started in the 1300s. Americans really have no sense of history yet. We sat in the Duomo Square and talked.

"You and I are going to be a couple for The Company -- a month ago we discovered one another through a friend in London and a cocktail party we both attended at her flat," Katrina announced. "We will be perceived by many of our contacts as a pair who are serious about each other." She looked up at me from her veiled eyes and added, "That's not entirely untrue, you know?" I kissed the palm of her hand then wrapped her hand around my kiss. 

She smiled at me and went on, "To the public I am your mistress and a well-to-do interior designer that has clients throughout Europe. Sometimes we accompany each other on our trips, such as this one. I actually have a meeting at a fashion house and a top-end interior design firm this afternoon. You will be in training while I am gone." She gestured towards a four-story building across the plaza. "You will go there at one o'clock -- the door by the corner there," she pointed. "They will recognize you. Wear what you have on; they're probably watching us right now. They'll work with you until five or five-thirty. I'll meet you back in the room around six or so. We have dinner plans and then we're going to La Scala -- I hope you like opera; we have a box for Romeo and Juliet. It starts at eight. Black tie." I nodded.

She went on, "There will be another couple in the opera box. The man is Colonel Ivan Rostofsky of the Soviet Army. The woman is his mistress -- Alyana Kursoff. They are both here on holiday from Moscow for the Opera and to see Milan. He may suspect your dual role, but you will not be anything other than a very successful young executive for now. We will not be seeing them other than at the theater tonight; although we might get together with them for dinner or another occasion later in the week. Rostofsky is working on the Soviet equivalent of our Star Wars System -- the software and systems engineering end of things on their entire missile defense. We hope he'll become a valuable asset in the future."

"What does Alyana do?" I asked.

"Purportedly she's an artist with her works in demand. I have only seen two of her things and I was impressed. She does have talent but I don't know how much she does or sells."

"And how do we know them?"

"Ah," she said. "I met Alyana when I was redoing a penthouse in her building in Prague. We struck up a friendship. That was two years ago. These things take time. When she's not with Rostofsky in Moscow, she spends time painting in her studio in Prague. He goes there some weekends to be with her." She paused as a street vendor tried to sell us some watches but moved on when we shook our heads negatively at him. "She is well traveled. I had cocktails with the two of them about three months ago in Berlin. Since then we've talked a couple of times, the last call planning tonight's rendezvous at the opera."

"Well," I said, "I hope I don't screw anything up."

"Just be yourself," she said with a kiss and a hug.

At one o'clock, after our continental lunch, I walked in the doorway of the building Katrina had pointed out to me. A young woman behind the desk nodded to me and indicated in English strongly flavored with Italian that I was to follow her. She escorted me into a locker room and indicated I should change and put on a martial arts kimono outfit she presented me with. I did. 

Ten minutes later a young Asian man came and introduced himself, and gestured me into a room more appropriate for dancing, except there were mats on the floor that indicated it was, today at least, a martial arts training room. We spared and he taught me some chilling moves in ninety minutes. He told me to shower and change back into my casual togs for my next lesson. 

I then spent another ninety minutes starting a more in-depth firearms course, going over what I'd learned in Kansas City as well as introducing me to several small weapons I hoped I'd never have to use due to their clearly lethal nature. Their practice range was two-levels below the street and well soundproofed. I shot about a hundred rounds as my lesson continued and my instructor critiqued my shooting style. 

The last hour of the day was spent in a briefing about the Russian missile defense project and Soviet politics, including a run down on then General Secretary Leonid Brezhnev. By five, I realized how important my work was really going to be. I was going to be far more than just a simple courier of routine memos between low-level people. I was expected to be a major source of information to Uncle Sam about Soviet defenses. How could I do this and play at my consulting work?

The room was empty when I got back to the hotel. I was starved and called room service and ordered up a cheeseburger in my fractured Italian. I wasn't entirely sure what I'd get. I also got a salad for Katrina in case she wanted something to eat before we went out. I dozed on the sofa until room service arrived, ate my burger, and dozed again. Katrina came back just after six, appreciated my ordering something for her and wolfed down the equivalent of a Cobb Salad.

"Well, what can we do for an hour?" she asked, looking devilish at me.

"I can think of many things. Do you have anything on your mind?"

"Ooooh yes," she said as she approached me unzipping her long skirt. "I have missed you -- my lover -- for a whole month. Now we are going to have a very rushed making love session. Tonight, after the opera, you will take longer and be more sensual with me than you will for the next hour."




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"Are those instructions straight from The Company?" I asked with a smile as I started to unbutton my shirt.

"Oh, yes," she said. "You have to do exactly what I tell you. No deviations. No excuses." She peeled off her blouse, draping it carefully over a sitting room chair in our suite. "The Company wants a couple 'serious' about each other -- this is what they'll get. I think they said, 'Oh fuck' too." She grinned as she undid her bra, unfurling her magnificent orbs. She rubbed them, stiffening the nipples, then aimed them at me and made little sounds as if she was launching missiles at me from them. I like playful!

I shed my shoes and socks, dropped my pants and turned in my nudity to her. She came naked into my arms, grinding her hips into mine. "Oh God. Make love to me. Here! Now!" She pulled me to the long sofa then sank to her knees as she pushed me down. Katrina inhaled my cock into her mouth and started to give my cock a unique oral experience. She bobbed her head up and down on my hard rod then sank down taking my entire length into her mouth and throat. How she didn't gag I wondered but I was not in a questioning mood. I was somewhere in earth orbit.

After a few minutes of her work, I was trying to decide how I was going to cum but Katrina settled the issue when she came up over me. She straddled my legs as I stretched them in front of me on the sofa. She reached down took my steel rod and inserted it into her pussy, sinking down slowly yet in one long stroke to absorb me totally into her lithe body. She stopped when our groins ground together, closing her eyes and obviously enjoying the fullness I created in her. Then we started moving into each other, instinct taking over our rational thinking.

We rushed. Not because of the time or our appointment but because we both wanted rapid closure to our union. We'd both missed each other in the month I'd been away -- a lot, and now was our time to rectify that situation. We slapped together, her pussy sliding up and down my stick with increasing intensity and frequency.

Finally, we came together, my jets of cum splashing into her body as her cunt ground into my body. We couldn't get close enough or kiss each other enough or touch each other enough. We had too few hands, too few pussies, and too few cocks to satisfy our lust for each other.

After we'd recovered from our short fling, we showered together washing with care all our hidden nooks and crevices. Dressed in evening attire I thought she was the prettiest woman in the world; she told me I was certainly the handsomest. We even stopped for a minute and looked at ourselves as a couple in one of the room's floor to ceiling mirrors; we both took a mental picture so we'd never forget the moment. I never have.

*****

La Scala is a magnificent and ornate building, the main part over three hundred years old. The crowd was sophisticated and rich, obviously use to their pleasures. We were the first to arrive in our box seats, however, five minutes after our arrival the curtain behind us parted and two equally attractive people joined us.

Ivan Rostofsky was a striking man in his tuxedo -- tanned skin, square jaw, close cropped hair and a military bearing. Yet in thirty seconds he destroyed my mistaken image of a Soviet Army officer for he was not only cordial, he was actually warm and friendly -- almost fun loving. This was a man I would like to have as a lifelong friend. I hoped my first impressions were not to be disappointed later.

Alyana was everything you would design into the perfect mistress if you were creating one, in fact I couldn't help but notice the striking similarity between Katrina and her. Both were tall and well built, well endowed, athletic, with faces of model quality. Alyana had dark reddish hair that verged on making her a brunette. The women hugged and greeted each other warmly, talking briefly about how it had been too long since they'd last seen each other. I sensed genuine friendship there. When introduced to me Alyana came close, brushing her breasts against me; she kissed my cheeks three times and she smelled good. Yum.

The crowd below us in the main seating finished filling the rows and the lights dimmed. We took our seats and ceased the banal small talk we were engaging in. Katrina pulled her seat close to mine and clutched my arm to her. I noticed Alyana was doing the same with Ivan. We had quickly settled on calling each other by first names rather than titles or ranks.

Even though I knew the plot, the characters, the ending, and the fact that the delivery was in a language I couldn't understand, the opera was spectacularly presented and deserved the standing ovation the audience and we gave the cast. I actually had tears in my eyes it was so well done.

At the break, we were served champagne and wine in our box. I was glad The Company was paying for this -- the box and all cost us about $2,000. Our conversation over the intermission got beyond the trivia. Ivan asked about my work and I explained my consulting work to him. He seemed impressed. He asked how I'd met Katrina and I told of our mutual friend's cocktail party in London and our rapid infatuation with each other. He provided a similar story about his connection with Alyana several years earlier. We both knew the other was married to someone else but those facts went conveniently unmentioned in an almost conspiratorial fashion. 

I got Ivan to talk briefly about his work -- lo and behold he was an officer with the Soviet Army! He was evasive without seeming so. I accepted his story about heading a computer group that worked on robotics and machine control at face value. In my mind, I could easily appreciate that this was exactly what he did. He failed to mention missile trajectory analysis and intercept, but that was minor omission. Ha!

After the opera was done, we chatted briefly about the performance and then bid each other goodbye with promises to meet again, perhaps even in a few days. Katrina gave Alyana our hotel and room number and suggested dinner in two evenings. Katrina and I walked the short distance back to the Grand Hotel Et. I noticed other couples in the lobby reception area also in tuxedos and evening dress; the hotel must be a popular launching place for La Scala.

In the room, Katrina dropped her evening cape and came into my arms as soon as the door shut. Our lips met and we stood romancing each other. We were making little purring noises into each other's kisses and hugs.

Eventually I pulled down the front of Katrina's evening dress, something I'd wanted to do all night long since the cleavage of her formal attire had been tempting me all evening. I expanded the area I was loving from just her face and neck to her chest and breasts. In seconds I'd raised both her nipples to screaming erectness, using my hand roughly on her tender orbs as I enjoyed the feeling of her treasures, particularly the feeling of her erectness across my palms.

Katrina finally took the initiative. She unbuckled my pants and pushed them down, grabbing and massaging my penis in her hand. Still in her evening dress with her top exposed, she knelt and took me into her mouth again. I hardened rapidly as I watched her attentions to my shaft. 

She backed us up to a mahogany sofa table, shifting a lamp to one end of the table so she had room to recline on it. She lay back across the table and hiked her dress up. I was surprised to find she wasn't wearing any underwear, not even a thong. It was now my turn to deliver her pleasure again. I dropped in front of her, inserting my tongue directly into her open vagina, adding my fingers to the mix as I became more ardent in my attempt to deliver joy to her.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her cunt at a very rapid rate with a staccato precision designed to excite and inflame. My attentions worked and she came, clutching my head and hand to her cunt as her climax washed over her. Her moans were quiet and almost sighs rather than words or sounds uttered in passion.

Then I had an idea. I pulled a small bottle of champagne from the room's small refrigerator and opened it. I moved to Katrina and dribbled some of it into her mouth. She lapped at the liquid. I let some run over her naked breasts and licked and sucked the bubbly fluid as it ran over her body. She seemed to be enjoying my ploy.

Then I took a mouthful of the liquid and again knelt before her beautiful pussy. I leaned in and injected the bubbly fluid into her cunt. As I did I could feel the bubbles expanding and tingling in my mouth. I could only imagine what they might feel like deep in her body.

Katrina exploded in a massive orgasm, ejecting the champagne from her body and pulling my head tightly to her cunt. Her body almost flew off the table her climax was so strong. Finally she said, "Oh my God, are you trying to kill me. That was the most intense feeling I've ever had."

"Do you want more?" I asked with a slightly lecherous grin.

She thought for a moment with an emerging smile on her face then said, "Yes. Yes, I do."

I took the last swallow of champagne from the small bottle and again put my mouth to her vagina and squirted the chilled, expanding bubbly liquid as deep into her body as I could.

Katrina shrieked and squeaked. She held on to me for dear life, her legs squeezing my head -- her hands clutching my head, her clit and pussy all at once. I could see the liquid oozing from her vagina and bubbling as it reached the air. I leaned in and sucked the liquid from her cunt, applying a heavy dose of tongue and sucking as I did. She orgasmed yet again with a long moan, "Oooooooooh fuuuuuuuck."

As she floated down from her high, she pulled me up to stand in front of her. I moved forward and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina, sinking in slowly and enjoying the friction of our union. We savored the fullness and tightness of the event. I could feel a few bubbles still active around my shaft.

Katrina locked eye contact with me as I thrust into her body, our foreplay with the champagne all but forgotten. She pulled one of her breasts to her mouth and tongued her own nipple, returning it to the hardness I had elicited a few moments earlier. She repeated the process on her other breast. 

"Fuck me," she whispered to me. "Make love to me. Drive you cock into me."

I drove into her, pounding her pussy and enjoying the sensations and visuals of her breasts circulating across her chest in the same tempo as my thrusts into her body. I was gentle since she was still lying on the sofa table, sitting up slightly so we could kiss and she could watch me pumping back and forth into her body.

Then Katrina surprised me as she started saying dirty and erotic things to me as I thrust into her. "Would you like to fuck Alyana? Can you imagine the two of us side by side here waiting for you to fuck us? Two willing females that want your cock buried in us -- that want your cum dripping from our pussies. Imagine your cock thrusting into her cunt ... then you move over and thrust into mine ... then back in her warm pussy ... then back in me ... then ... oh shit, ... I'm going to cum again."

She succumbed quickly to her own visualizations. The sex talk pushed me over the edge; we both came. I made a few exaggerated thrusts into her body as my climax rose in my body, finally ending with deep, full-length penetrations as I sent jet after jet of semen into her lovely warm tunnel. 

I could feel the muscles lining Katrina's vagina spasm and work in concert to milk my cock of every last drop of fluid as I spurt into her. Her spasms heightened my pleasure even more. Our eyes remained locked with each other's during our cums, even though our breathing stopped. Finally, we gasped to regain our breath as our climaxes passed. Katrina's eyes rolled into her head in appreciation of our moment of pleasure and she fell back against the hard polished surface.

I pulled a handkerchief from the breast pocket of my tuxedo and wiped my cock as I pulled it from her dripping pussy. I arranged the handkerchief into a pad and presented it to her; she grinned at me and then held it to her pussy as she pulled her legs together, dismounted from the table and tottered into the large bathroom off our bedroom, her dress around her mid-section. I followed, pulling my formal wear from my body and depositing it in a nearby chair. When I was naked I went to the bathroom too.

Katrina was sitting on the toilet draining herself of my cum. I went to her and pulled her dress up over her head and off of her body, leaving her naked. I pulled her up and to me. She protested slightly as I took her in my arms and carried her to the large bed in the bedroom. I positioned her in the middle and then sank down in front of her, again lapping at her pussy.

"Oh, David, are you sure you want to do that. I haven't washed yet. I'll be a mix of us -- our fluids. Your cum." She giggled and added, "Leftover champagne." I continued lapping, searching for each rivulet of fluid in her pussy. When I was through I rose and came to her. She opened her mouth and I French kissed her, thrusting my flavored tongue and spittle into her mouth. She moaned as she stroked my chest.

"My God, you're exciting," she said. "I really got a lot more than I bargained for when I signed up for you. This is tremendous." She grabbed my head and pulled me into an open kiss again. "Oh we taste so good together. I can taste myself and I can taste you. Our love juices." She thought for a minute, "Much better than champagne."

Katrina maneuvered down to my groin and inhaled my flaccid cock, this time sucking the drying fluids on it into her mouth. "Yummmmmmm," she hummed into my organ. She pulled away for a moment; "I can taste us here too. My God we taste good together." She worked me over ... and over ... and over ... and then I became hard again ... and then we were fucking again, this time in our big bed. My body again moved over her welcoming nakedness and I thrust into her, milking every sensation I could achieve from her lubricated tunnel. Katrina's legs were locked behind my back, pulling me deep into her love nest.

We moved in unison, shifting to our sides facing each other for a while so we could both watch our connection as we worked into each other and used our hands to fondle and rub one another. I reached down and massaged her clitoris after a while; Katrina had a small orgasm looking deep in my eyes. 

Then we started to pound into each other again. Five minutes later Katrina whispered to me, "I'm going to explode shortly. Fuck me hard, really hard. Give me the last of your cum for today." She paused then added, "If Alyana was here, you'd give us both the last of your cum. Fuck her. Fuck me. Oooooooooooh fuck."

That thought triggered my orgasm too. This time I had to arch into her, the full pressure of my body into pushing into hers. We panted and gasped then I fell into her welcoming arms and the cushion of her large natural breasts. We rolled to our sides again and cuddled in the dim light. We remained coupled and gradually let sleep overtake us.

*****

Katrina woke me from my deep sleep about seven o'clock. "You have an all-day training session starting at eight," she said; a point I noted she'd failed to mention the evening before. 

"I'm going to cut class and make love to you all day long," I muttered into my pillow, adding, "after I sleep another ten hours."

"No you're not," she said bouncing naked around on the bed so the entire bed acted like a huge trampoline. "Get up. No sex tonight unless you're up and out of here soon."

"I'll be a monk. I need to sleep," I groaned.

"No you don't," she said. The covers were stripped from my nude body and I felt her curvy body snuggle up against me. Now she was getting all lovey. She rubbed her breasts against my back. "Come on. Limited time offer -- you get to shower with me and smooth all my curves and interesting places if you get up right now."

I rolled over and pulled her to me in a kiss. Afterwards I told her, "Excuse my morning breath. Let's shower. I want to rub you all over."

She pulled me up and we showered. When I started to get more romantic notions she pushed me away; "Later tiger."

"OK ... Kat. Can I call you Kat?" I asked.

"Yes you may. It's an affectionate term coming from you and I love it. In fact, I love you." She gave me a big wet kiss with a big smile then exited the shower leaving me to finish up. I realized I hadn't heard those words in a long time -- a long, long time.

*****

I walked through the door of the mysterious training facility exactly at eight a.m. I noticed there was nothing outside the building that identified its purpose or affiliation. It was just an ordinary office building that fit in with the architecture surrounding the square it was on. The same receptionist escorted me to the door of the locker room with the same instructions as the day before. 

At mid-day over lunch in Duomo Square with my martial arts instructor, I was thinking of how I'd describe this day to my wife, Stacy: "Well, two hours in the morning were spent warming up with body hardening exercises, learning the kill zones on a person's body and then practicing them and learning defenses against them; followed by two hours learning how to take apart and reassemble an AK-47 assault rifle blindfolded and then firing about a hundred rounds on a secret underground firing range in the middle of Milan. How was your morning, Honey?" I laughed out loud to myself; Wan Suh, my instructor, gave me a funny look.

After lunch I spent another hour of martial arts training, followed by an hour of introductory Russian (I now had to learn the language), an hour about Soviet defenses and their military, and my first hour about knives and knife fighting. At the end of the day, much to my surprise I was ushered into a room with a secure video conference link in it; Kyle was waiting to talk to me. He said he was just touching base and letting me know that he had received some nice reports about my progress in both training and fitting into The Company. Overall it was a short call that made me appreciate the sore muscles I had from my workout sessions earlier in the day.

Katrina (Kat to those that loved her) was waiting for me in the hotel room, reading a paperback book about Russian history -- in Russian. I was impressed. Over dinner I learned that she spoke five languages fluently, including her native German and English. She also shared a little about her growing up, education and how she became affiliated with The Company. She explained that most people in The Company veil their past; they don't want anyone to be able to pick up a trail that could perhaps lead to their untimely end during an assignment or perhaps threats or blackmail through a family member. She explained that she was normally that way but because of our emerging relationship, she was being more open with me.

I found out she'd been married for four years in her early twenties but the two had rapidly grown apart, particularly in their politics. She'd joined The Company after that, in part looking for something more exciting to do with her life.

After dinner she led me on a walk around the City, in particular around The Galleria -- a multi-level, glass topped, shopping mall in the center of Milan. It was lively, noisy, musical, entertaining and full of interesting shops. I was surprised to learn it had been built in the nineteenth century, and here I thought Americans had invented the shopping mall.

Our walk eventually brought us back to the hotel where we retired for the night and made sweet love to one another. After our session we cuddled together savoring the passion and the tenderness we'd shown to one another.

During our lovemaking she'd again invoked the image of me fucking Alyana. I asked her if that thought excited her too and she said, "Oh most definitely. I like sex in case you didn't notice. I'm probably bisexual, at least if the right woman comes along. She tempts me. To tell you the truth, he does too -- Rostofsky; plus knowing that the two of them are in an illicit relationship makes them even sexier to me. Does this bother you?"




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"No, quite the contrary," I responded. "Alyana is a ... dish. I'd love to try her some time but I find I'm much more interested in you and making you happy. I'm very happy the way our relationship is developing. I don't insist on exclusivity -- I guess I can't; I mean I'm not that way so why should I expect you to be."

"There may be a little more to this than meets the eye," Kat said quietly. "Sex is a powerful tool in the work we do, perhaps more than the most powerful weapons we have. You are sexy -- sexier than Rostofsky. Alyana was attracted to you; I saw how she watched you. This may be a way to open the relationship with those two. It's just an option."

She went on, "And, just because it's a tool for us to use doesn't mean that our feelings for one another need to change. In fact, I will guard against that." She snuggled into my naked shoulder; "I'm really falling for you -- hard. I guess I'm allowed that freedom in how I work." She turned and pulled my head to her and we kissed again. I was speechless that this beautiful woman liked me.

I had a lot to think about as I drifted off to sleep with Katrina nestled on my chest.

*****

Wednesday morning Kat woke me with a glorious blowjob. I nestled into the disarray of the bed covers and enjoyed the entire event, savoring her licking up one side and down the other, her fondling of my rigid pole, and finally watching how she could make my entire rod disappear down her throat while she licked my sack with her tongue.

I whispered to her, "Come over me -- let me be 'in' you." She shook her head as she maintained contact with me. Eventually, she rose and said, "No, this morning is just yours. I'll claim my time later." She grinned and slithered down my pole again.

Eventually, while I was deep in her mouth, I fired off a massive orgasm that filled her mouth and throat with my cum. On purpose, she allowed the tiniest rivulet of cum of dribble down her chin. She swallowed then came and we French kissed. I was on cloud nine.

"Come on, get up," she finally said with enthusiasm. "We have appointments to keep and miles to go before we sleep. The dress this morning is business attire."

We dropped Katrina's evening dress and my tuxedo off at the concierge for dry cleaning on the way out of the hotel in the morning. It seems both had champagne and pussy juice all over them.

An hour later I met Lucio Giovanni, the chief information officer for Montedison Chemical Company. A smartly dressed Kat waited for me in the lobby of the huge office building where their corporate offices were housed. Lucio was a total gentleman and a gracious host to our initial meeting. After we'd talked and I'd listened to his issues in the company, I made some suggestions and he agreed to some consulting work to take place in his group as well as a two-day seminar for the company executives. He called in several other associates and we worked out the dates and details. Now I could return home having actually sold some consulting work.

I rejoined Kat just before lunch and we taxied back to the hotel, changed into casual clothes, grabbed a quick lunch at a little bistro (at her instruction), and then we had to go to another one of her mystery 'appointments'. I was expecting another round in the building off Duomo Square but she surprised me.

She led me back to the hotel but rather than enter she talked to a valet who disappeared while we waited on the sidewalk. A minute later a silver turbo-charged Porsche 911 Carrera pulled up to the curb. The valet hopped out and held the door for Katrina as she got into the driver's seat. Amazed at the car, let alone her 'surprise', I got into the vehicle and we began our exit from the City.

Kat was a skilled driver -- aggressive yet cautious in the heavy traffic around the City. As we got out on the A4, the equivalent of the autobahn, she opened the car up, routinely rolling through traffic at over a hundred miles an hour -- or rather almost two-hundred kilometers per hour. On the outskirts of Novara, Italy, she took an exit and headed south in the rolling hills near that town, a few more turns and she pulled into a gated driveway. She had an access card that opened the gate; after she drove through she waited until the gate was secure again then proceeded.

At the end of the winding drive, the land opened up and I saw not only a mansion of immeasurable beauty but also, to one side, a large oval test track with several cars whipping around the twists and turns in the middle of it.

"This is your afternoon of driving school," she explained. "You think you know how to drive. Well, you don't. You might by six o'clock. I'm actually here for a refresher. Come on, we'll get you set up."

Four hours later I was dripping with sweat after my session with Guido. He started by having me just drive around the town for thirty minutes while he evaluated my driving techniques and approach. Then we were back in a small classroom beside the track and he critiqued my skills, and talked about evasive techniques and the things I was going to learn how to do: drifting, J-turns and intentional spins in my own car, spinning and dumping another car, right-seat driving, and shooting from a vehicle. He said he'd wait until the next time for a few other maneuvers such as jumps, rolls and some other advanced subjects. Then we were on the track with me wearing a helmet with a headset in it and Guido yelling from beside the track through the headset in my ear: "Brake! Turn! Brake! Gas! Floor it! Twist! Reverse! Throttle! Drift! Slide! Turn!" I'm not sure I did any of the exercises well, but by six o'clock I was sure I'd worn an inch of rubber off every tire as well as dented the sheet metal on the car I was in and a couple of others that Guido drove in our various "exercises". I also was sure I smelled like burning rubber.

Katrina was sitting on a low fence beside the building when we finally stopped; she was a picture of loveliness -- her trim form in profile as I approached and her beautiful hair pulled back in a ponytail and tucked through the back of a baseball cap. She also looked like she'd had a work out. She introduced me to Biacci, her driving instructor and the four of us chatted for a few moments about how to study and practice the driving lessons we'd had.

I drove the Porsche back into Milano with Kat giving directions. I was aggressive and made the forty-mile trip in about forty minutes -- probably a record given that it was the middle of rush hour.

As we were driving I asked, "And what does tomorrow hold in the way of classes?" 

"You're back at Duomo Square for most of the day -- a repeat of yesterday pretty much. I thought we'd have dinner with Rostofsky and Alyana if you're up for it." She shot me a sly grin. "They're still in town. She left me a message at the hotel; I called there just before you finished. Their suggestion not mine."

"You sure I'm not going to blow this whole thing -- being an amateur and all. I mean I've now proven to myself that I can't drive, can't speak Russian, can't fight, don't know which end of a knife to use, and only hit the bulls eye with a hand gun when it's three feet away. I think I'm a passable lover and I do love you, food and wine -- in that order. Now are you sure?" I swerved into the fast lane and accelerated up to 200 kilometers per hour, rapidly closing on a Mercedes in front of me before I darted back into the center lane.

Kat laughed. "Oh yes! You sell yourself short in everyone of those pursuits. Plus you're not going to move from novice to black belt overnight -- it took me well over a year of very hard work. I'm still learning languages; German and English are my strengths -- at the others, I struggle -- particularly the Russian. I'm not good with knives either; you have to be really nimble and anticipate better than I do. You'll get the handguns down eventually -- all of sudden it all clicks and you start hitting things you're aiming at. As for driving, it does take practice and you just started four hours ago on some of the toughest stuff any of us will face."

"Well you buoy up my soul," I said. She didn't know that verb and gave me a puzzled expression. I clarified, "You make me happier than I probably deserve to be." I darted across three lanes of traffic to catch a long open slot -- horns blared but I was long gone.

*****

That night both Ivan and Alyana may as well have been with us. We both invoked their names during our lovemaking. I enjoyed the role-play.

As I was making powerful thrusts into Kat's responsive form beneath me, I told her to shut her eyes; "Now imagine Ivan banging his engorged cock into your sweet pussy. Giving you orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax, pleasure after pleasure. Your juices mixed and frothing as he thrusts into your cunt. Can't you feel his goodness -- enjoy his cock -- his big beautiful cock as it brings you to yet another orgasm." Kat shuddered and rolled her hips into me as she had a shockwave ripple through her body. I kept going.

Eventually, we traded placed and I ended on the bottom. Kat said, "Now close your eyes. Reach up and feel Alyana's big bouncing breasts -- she wants you to suck on them, to make the nipples erect, to lick them all over. She wants your cock in her furry pussy -- deep in her cunt. She wants you to cum deep in her, squirting your man juice all over her womb. She might even like you to stick you cock up her ass -- give her a good dose of anal fucking. Now cum in her. Jerk you cock off into her body ... all over her body. Make her slippery with your juice. Ooooooh fuck meeee!"

That was it for me. The feeling of Kat's body loving me plus the added stimulation of our describing yet other lovers with us made me cum -- and cum big into her body. I shot off jet after jet of semen deep into Kat's body. She loved it. We watched each other as we rode through our well-synched orgasms together -- our open eyes now locked on one another, occasionally sweeping across our bodies and looking at where my cock was buried in her cunt. We froze in that interlocked position until our bliss past.

"You really think we'll have sex with them tomorrow?" I asked as we floated down from our high. 

"Yes," she said, "Yes, I do."

"I want to be in the same room. I want to be able to see you and have you see me. I want to watch you make love with someone else."

"It won't be making love with Ivan. I'll be having sex with him -- at least at first. I make love with you. I may make love with Alyana -- I won't know until then. You may make love to her or have sex with her; it depends on how you are feeling towards her. Either way, enjoy yourself -- have fun. I know I will if it comes to that. We'll come back to each other at the end of the night -- that's what I really want. The first is work with perhaps some pleasure; you are pleasure - and little work." She laughed and hugged me tightly.

"Will you initiate or will she? Or he?" I added.

"It'll just happen some how, if it happens at all. Follow my lead."

"Did you even do it with multiple partners before?" I asked our of curiosity.

"I've been with two men a couple of times. That was nice and sexy. I felt well fucked afterwards, but that was long ago near the end of my first marriage. I think my husband thought if he watched me with another man it'd excite us more. It did, but it didn't resolve all the other problems we had." She paused then asked me, "Have you ever had group sex?"

"Yes," I answered in a hushed voice as I bit her ear lobe. "About ten years ago for over a year or so with my wife and a guy she worked with. He was getting divorced and the two of them discovered they really liked each other. It was a big turn on for both of us, and of course for him too. We sometimes tried kinky things, up until he moved away to take another job. Most of the time it was good old fashioned fucking and we all loved it."

"I like your kind of kinky," Kat whispered as she ran her tongue into my ear. "I think you and I like the same things. I think we're good for each other right now." She slid down my body and wrapped her lips around my cock. "Yummmm," she said, "our mixed juices again. I DO like the taste." 

We made love again and then slept in each other's arms.

*****

Katrina came with me in the morning to Duomo Square. We spent two hours together with Wan Suh, my martial arts trainer. He had the two of us sparring together. Katrina was very good and I kept getting slammed onto my back. I rationalized that I was learning defensive moves as well as how to fall. 

We both spent the rest of the morning on the firing range. Our weapons instructor suggested I adopt the nine-millimeter Glock 30 as my weapon of choice. The handgun was relatively light weight (a pound and a half) due to its poly frame, was semi-automatic, and normally used ten-round magazines. It was also deadly. I thought back a few months ago when I could probably have been counted on the anti-handgun side of any legislation; now here I was working out with one and almost a card-carrying member of the NRA. Well, not quite!

I nodded my acceptance at the recommendation thinking that I'd never really be put in a situation where I'd need a handgun, let alone an assault rifle that they'd also trained me on. At least during our target practice that morning I'd started to hit the core of the target with increasing frequency. The instructor explained that I was getting used to the recoil of the weapon as well as the sights. Actually, I thought of it more like the Space Invaders video game my kids had a few years earlier. The instructor also fitted me with a soft leather holster that held the gun comfortably in the small of my back; with a little adjustment I could actually sit comfortably and not ever feel the weapon. That said, I still left the Glock in its locker at their firing range.

For lunch, Kat and I sat on the steps of the Duomo and shared a small bottle of wine, an Italian bread loaf and some cheeses we bought from a small store nearby. When we were through we walked around the block with our arms around each other; we kissed a lot too. I was falling in love with her -- deeply in love.

After lunch I spent two hours with my Russian language tutor. I explained that I was meeting an important couple from Russia that evening and needed some standard phrases to be polite; she was very helpful in getting me to learn the basics and a couple of advanced phrases. I recalled how well both Ivan and Alyana spoke English and marveled at their skill. I didn't learn any phrases dealing with orgies or other sexually rich situations.

I spent another hour in the gym both listening to Russian language tapes on headphones and working out on the weight machines. I noted that I'd lost five pounds in the week - amazing how sex can help you lose weight.

The last part of my day was spent with an older gentleman that was an expert on Russian history, politics, and their military and defense systems. We split the time between these areas and he gave me a small paperback history book (in English) to digest when I was on my own time. Katrina slipped into the room about ten minutes before we were through and listened attentively to the last part of my lesson.

The two of us strolled back to the hotel with our arms around each other. We were to meet Ivan and Alyana at seven-thirty so there was no need to rush. In the room I started to romance Kat but she reminded me that I should save my stamina and juices for later; I reluctantly let the matter pass but not without a passionate kiss from her.

While Katrina bathed and dressed, I made some telephone calls to London and the U.S., touching base with Jim Haight, my consulting boss, and letting him know I'd sold some work at Montedison. He was very happy. No mention was made of the other side of my life. I also called room service and arranged for cocktails and hors d'oeuvres to be delivered to our room so we could host our guests before dinnertime, as well as serve some liqueurs for after dinner. Our suite was certainly spacious and posh enough to entertain; further, except for dried cum and pussy juice streaks along the mahogany table top, everything was neat and in order; I cleaned those up lest our guests think us untidy. I also made some dinner reservations in the hotel since it had a five-star restaurant. I'd showered after my workout so it only took me a few minutes to put on my freshly cleaned tuxedo and be ready for our guests.

About a quarter-to-eight the room phone rang and the desk clerk announced that the concierge was escorting our guests to our room. I thanked him and told Katrina of their arrival. She appeared in the doorway and her beauty took my breath away. She was wearing tall narrow, strapless heels and a long dress that was slit up the side to her waist. As she walked the amount of leg it revealed couldn't help but stimulate any male libido. I tried to peak to see if she was wearing a thong but she slapped my hand away. Above her waist the dress hugged her generous bosoms and only the tiniest of spaghetti straps seemed to frustrate gravity's attempt to strip the entire dress from her. Her beautiful dark hair was in a twist. She was wearing a simple yet expensive looking diamond necklace that looked like it had cost a fortune. I pointed to it; she said, "On loan, but if anyone asks you gave it to me today to celebrate our month together." She came and kissed me.

There was a knock on the door and I opened it and welcomed our guests into our suite. Ivan gave me a warm handshake and hug, then thanked me for hosting the dinner the women had set up. As I sized him up I realized in the better light that he was probably ten years or so older than I was, and possibly in better physical shape. I imagined that the military rearing mandated that he exercise regularly.

Alyana was as equally stunning as Katrina. She was wearing a midi-length cocktail dress also with a slit up her thigh and a deep v-neck that allowed a full appreciation for her robust cleavage. From time to time the dress would part or dip allowing a revealing look at her shapely legs or the fullness of her bosoms. I had to hand it to Kat, however; she won the award to the most ostentatious display of sex appeal in the room. I just wanted to stick my head under her dress.

Katrina came over to Ivan and put her arms around his neck and 'welcomed' him to our 'home' in Milano; the kiss she gave lingered slightly longer than protocol would call for, but then again to hell with protocol. I was in a shorter kiss with Alyana at the time. This was an interesting woman I would love to explore more thoroughly -- and I mean geographically. She watched me with great interest as we parted; I felt I was being studied to see if I was worthy.

I seated our guests and got us all drinks from the well-stocked cart. Katrina served the hors d'oeurves. We sat and talked of our activities in Milan. They had toured that day, including a visit to the Duomo and the smaller church blocks away to see Michelangelo's Last Supper. I described my visit and pending work at Montedison in more detail that I really knew; at least it seemed I'd been working hard during the visit. Kat mentioned her working visits to the offices of Armani and La Vardera Interior Design, fielding several questions about both places and her work.

When the proper time came, the four of us descended to the restaurant. Over dinner we talked about Boston and London; Alyana had visited those cities several times in the past two years. She recommended several restaurants I needed to know about in London. While we dined a pianist played light numbers from a secluded corner of the majestic dining room. At one point I asked the maitre d' about the famous personalities of history that had stayed and dined in the hotel. He regaled us with stories of popes, Hitler, Mussolini, czars, presidents, kings, queens and other heads of state for several minutes, leaving us all awed that we dined in the shadows of such great company.




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 01



After dinner, I invited Ivan and Alyana up to our suite for after dinner drinks and perhaps to dance or just continue talking ... or whatever. They both nodded to each other with smiles and returned to our suite with us. Room service had cleaned our cocktails away and left an array of ports, cognacs and liqueurs for our enjoyment. 

I got us each a liqueur, dimmed the lights and put on some jazz on the room's stereo. I went to Alyana and invited her to dance. She gave me a glowing smile of acceptance, set her drink down and drifted into my arms, her silken form molding to my body. Ivan and Katrina joined us in swaying to the music; they were close and then I watched as she kissed him several times with increasing passion. It was a natural move and not a word was said. Alyana's lips seemed to suddenly melt into mine and the two of us were suddenly more in an embrace than dancing.

I reached down and picked up her liqueur -- Grand Marnier, took a generous sip into my mouth and then French kissed her, injecting the warm, orange liqueur into her mouth. She moaned appreciation to me as she received the liquid, pulling away only when it was clear my delivery was finished. "Oh, David," she said with her cute Russian accent, "that was so stimulating ... in so many places in my body besides my mouth." 

She pulled me back into her and thrust her tongue back into my mouth. Eventually, she whispered to me, "Do that thing you did again." I repeated the process with her liqueur, this time taking longer to stroke her lips with my tongue and to kiss and nibble on her neck and ear lobes after I'd delivered the nectar. She purred to me, "You can do THAT anytime you want. You have a talented tongue. I can feel that ... below," she gestured with a drop of her eyes to indicate that she was feeling our kisses in her pussy.

"Yes," I admitted shyly, "my tongue can deliver pleasure many places. Would you like me to explore further with it?" 

Alyana nodded slowly watching my eyes again and we French kissed. Over her shoulder I saw Ivan slide the spaghetti straps from Katrina shoulders. Gravity did its thing and the top of the dress fell forward revealing Kat's bounteous breasts. Ivan was on them instantly with his hands and mouth, sucking, tasting and exploring every facet of their beauty. I felt a surge in my cock as the two of them got into each other. Houston we have lift off!

Alyana turned and watched the two of them for a minute with me before she brought my hand to her still covered breast. "Please," she said by way of invitation to her body. Never one to turn down an invitation from someone as beautiful and as talented, I unzipped the dress and helped Alyana shrug it off her body. Suddenly she stood before me in her sexy heels, her shaded thigh high stockings and a pastel colored lacy thong. Like Katrina, she wore no bra. She slipped into my arms again and we kissed passionately. I allowed my thumbs to rub her breasts and nipples -- then my palms -- and then my mouth.

As we parted, Alyana helped me remove my jacket and then, slowly, my formal wear. As she did I watched Ivan and Katrina slowly disrobe one another too. God, I love looking at women's naked bodies. I appreciated my own lechery.

Eventually I was nude. I removed Alyana's thong and pulled her to one of the love seats in the room. I had her sit on the chaise as I knelt on the oriental carpet in front of her, gently parting her legs to look at her spectacularly beautiful pussy. I ran a finger over her slit, blowing on it gently and taking care to burrow into the lips that cloaked her clitoris with a lone finger. She moaned and pulled me closer. I was surprised at how wet she was; I speculated that she had been thinking lascivious thoughts over dinner too.

Gradually, I lowered my tongue to her wetness. The aroma of her sex was stimulating and pleasing; her musky scent an invitation to explore and probe in any way I could. I barely touched her body as I let my tongue touch lightly from knee to navel, from hip to hip. She thrust her hips into me to try to get me to make firmer contact with her cunt.

I circled the area once more and then ran my tongue lightly along her slit, absorbing and tasting for the first time some of her secretions -- a heavenly nectar that pleased my tongue. I kept my light touch, avoiding her gyrations into my face. Then I suddenly sank three fingers into her pussy at the same time I latched on to her clit and bit hard but not with intent to harm. Alyana climaxed immediately -- just the response I was hoping for. "Oooooouuuuu," floated from her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped for breath. She had locked her legs around my head and held me stationary against her groin for almost a minute. 

When I came up for air I noted that Katrina was fellating Ivan -- he had his head back and eyes closed, and was fully enjoying her ministrations to his long cock. I watched as she munched up one side of it and down the other. If she'd asked he would have told her anything she wanted to know. 

I returned my attentions to Alyana, moving up beside her and caressing her breasts and upper body now that I'd delivered the first significant pleasure to her for the night. "Are you multi-orgasmic?" I asked softly so the others wouldn't hear. 

"I'm not sure?" she replied as she thrust her tongue into my mouth with passion and lust. "Oh, please fuck me. I want your ... your cock in me," she finally managed to say as she continued to pant from her previous orgasm.

Instead I made love to her breasts. I clutched them to me, pushed them together and sucked on them, I poured some of her liqueur over them and lapped it up as I focused on her nipples and large dark areolas, sucking and pulling on them with my lips. I alternated between rough and tender, between a soft light touch and a rough abusive touch. Alyana couldn't seem to get enough of me. She moaned through almost every change I made regardless of what I started to do to her.

She came again, purely through my stimulation of her breasts. I wasn't sure she did but she panted a lot and then told me she'd had a wave of pleasure pass over her. I felt her breathing change and her breath grow short -- even stopping for a few seconds; she pulled her legs up and her head went back. There was a soft moan and then she relaxed and I continued on her breasts. She whispered to me, "Oh you did it to me again ... more ... more. I have never cum just from ... just from my breasts." She looked very happy. She was multi-orgasmic for sure -- my favorite kind of person.

I shifted to her neck, face and ears, pouring on the heat and attention to her lovely body. Finally, she shifted and started to pay attention to me. At first she just grabbed and held onto my semi-hard cock. Just that little attention made it swell. She cooed in a whisper in my ear that this was the largest cock she'd ever held; I felt a surge of pride with that statement although I never thought of myself as anything other than average.

She watched Katrina and Ivan in their oral attentions to one another, particularly Kat fellating Ivan -- even deep throating him. She worked on me, taking me into her mouth but her attentions were amateurish and not someone skilled at the deed. I am a patient lover and coached her softly; "Take just the head in your mouth and suck it, use your hand to masturbate me for a while," "Try to take me all the way in your mouth -- stop just short of gagging. Let my penis tickle the back of your throat," "You're doing fine -- take more in -- a little more -- that's good; now suck hard -- suction me like a vacuum cleaner." Gradually she got the idea.

She looked up at me at one point and said, "I want to take all of you in my mouth. How does Katrina do that?"

I softly talked to her about her gag reflex and how to turn it off for a few moments -- to surpress it as she pushed the head of my cock into the tunnel of her throat. She tried and gagged. Tried again ... and again ... and finally for a few seconds got all of me in her mouth and throat. She pulled off of me with a look of triumph on her face. 

"I did it," she said with a grin. I nodded appreciatively. She tried it again and this time it had all the right sensations and feelings that should have been there. The head of my cock slid right to the back of her throat and only stopped because her nose was against my pubes. She moved back and forth a few times, almost testing herself to see if she'd gag but she didn't. Instead she delivered a huge shot of pleasure to me and I hardened from ice to titanium steel.

"Oooouuuuh," she said as she pulled off of my again, a string of pre-cum and spittle extending from my cock to her mouth, "someone likes what I just learned to do." She jerked her hand up and down on my cock as she looked into my eyes.

I reached my hands out to her and pulled her up so she would straddle me; "I think it's time that I put my cock in your cunt -- time that we fucked. We need to enjoy this pleasure tonight -- perhaps a couple of times." She smiled and showed her enthusiasm for the idea.

Alyana moved over me as I sat on the love seat, her soaking wet pussy moving above my rod. She held my cock as she slowly settled down onto me -- very slowly. Then she started to bounce up and down as she allowed me deeper and deeper into her warm, velvet depths. When I was fully inserted -- as deep as it was humanly possible to be -- she moved her breasts to my mouth; "You've filled me up with your cock, very full - now suck on these. When you suck, I can feel it in my cunt. You may too."

She was right. As I sucked and bit on her nipples her cuntal muscles spasmed and contracted around my cock with only a slight delay in time. I'd bite and a fraction of a second later her pussy would contract. I could create my own pleasure and leave some behind for her.

At one point, she whispered in my ear, "No one has ever made love to me so nicely and as hot as you have. I hope we have the opportunity to do this many times. I love this -- just love this." 

She was a passionate lover, bouncing with enthusiasm on my cock as it pistoned in and out of her lithe, beautiful body. At one point she pulled off of me and turned around, had me re-penetrate her and then started to move up and down on my cock again. She was performing for Ivan and Katrina, who paused and watched her sexy side show.

I watched Katrina and Ivan; he was over her in the missionary position with his arms extended, thrusting into her for all he was worth. The slap of their bodies echoed across the room, overshadowing the light jazz that continued to drift through the room. Katrina had her legs over Ivan's shoulders ensuring that he could drive deep into her. They both looked intent on their act.

Alyana watched the two of them as well then turned to me and said over her shoulder, "This is better than any pornographic movie, isn't it? I like us all making love in the same room. I like watching them fuck. I'm sure they like watching us fuck as well. This is very ... erotic." Alyana pulled off of me and remounted me so we were face to face again. I slid into her warm pussy with ease. We started thrusting onto each other again, this time with greater intensity.

"Alyana, you are going to make me cum in a very short time unless you slow down or stop. Are you close to cuming again? I would like us to cum together," I said softly.

"You cum when you are ready. I am ready but can wait for you. Now ... that ... I know ... you ... are ... near ... it ... makes ... me ... ready ... to ... cum ...Oooooooh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She increased the power of her thrusts into me and I did likewise into her. She exploded only a second before I did. I felt the powerful clenching of her pussy muscles around my cock and that's all it took to bring me off and into a glorious orgasm. I spasmed into her arched body, pushing my jets of cum into her.

As I finished I watched Ivan climax into Kat's body. The two of them arched and fell together in their place on the sofa, their bodies now covered with a fine sheen of sweat over them from the exertion of their fuck. There was little hugging or kissing, just exhaustion, relief and vocalizations of satisfaction. I watched as he started to rub her tits somewhat roughly.

Unlike the others, Alyana wanted to kiss me powerfully and passionately. I responded to her needs with both passion and tenderness, cuddling her blissful body into mine, as I remained inserted near her womb. "Oh," she said, "I like remaining coupled with you. This feels special and I like it. You make me feel special." She kissed me again and then very quietly whispered to me so the others couldn't hear, "Oh you are a divine lover -- can you make love to me again before we leave. I shall always remember tonight."

I wasn't sure if she meant it or whether this was what a good concubine told her lover. Who cared? Nonetheless, I wasn't to argue with her conclusion and I certainly wanted to please her again. We rested, reaching back and capturing our cognacs. I again administered my oral delivery of her drink to her several times; I could feel her pussy clasp my semi-flaccid cock as I did -- there was a direct connection between her mouth and cunt. I was surprised that I was just discovering this, although perhaps it was just that I was taking time to learn this new skill.

Alyana seeped fluids onto me making us squishy and wet. I ignored the problem but it seemed to bother her. Finally, she said, "Should I clean up? Do you want me to get clean before we do anything else?"

I finally said, "No, I'll clean you up. Or perhaps Katrina will." 

Katrina heard her name and looked over at the two of us. "Do you need me other there?" she said. I nodded. She turned to Ivan who was lying beside her on the sofa, "Ivan excuse me, I think they need me. You watch."

Katrina came over to us, ignoring the cum running down her own legs. She knelt next to us and nudged me out of Alyana; Alyana shifted into an almost prone position next to me on the love seat, her pussy out past the edge of the unit. Immediately, Kat jammed her mouth over Alyana's pussy. I could hear the sucking noise as she started to extract our fluids -- my cum and Alyana's secretions - from Alyana's pussy. Alyana went into orbit, clutching Katrina's head to her pussy without displacing her mouth.

A banshee scream rose from Alyana, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." The keening melodiously floated through the room as she surrendered to Kat's lesbian tongue and mouth. Even as I watched, my flaccid cock rose with interest at the lurid display of sex before me. 

I watched Ivan start to stroke his cock on the sofa as he watched the two women. Finally, he said to no one in particular, "I have never ... never in my life ... watched anything as sexy ... as erotic as what Katrina is doing to Alyana. I shall treasure this moment as long as I live. When ever I masturbate it will be this scene that I see." He milked his cock, coaxing it back to life. I was stroking my own shank too.

Alyana came not once, but twice due to Kat's attentions. Once on her tongue alone and again after Kat added her fingers and then sunk her entire fist into Alyana's cunt. Alyana was becoming a very limp woman. She reached for me and clutched my hand to her breast, urging me to fondle and kiss her mounds, as Kat loved her pussy. I moved forward and sucked on them as I watched Katrina work her tongue deep into her folds and then her entire hands. Alyana came again, clutching me to her for dear life.

Kat looked at me with a satisfied, job-well-done look on her face, turned and went back to Ivan. Ivan had done a masterful job of resurrecting his flaccid dick, yet Kat inhaled the piece and brought it to full attention. Once hard, she mounted Ivan and started to ride him rather than afford him the dominance he'd had before in the missionary position. She rapidly reached close to her top speed; I could tell she didn't want this to last too long. She wanted him to cum as soon as he could.

I was hard too just from watching the two women together. I pulled Alyana down to the floor, stuffing a sofa pillow behind her head. I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders and entered her cunt with my engorged rod. I savored the ecstasy of my penetration as I sank deep into her warmth again, however, this time I began moving with the urgency to deliver -- to bring her pleasure -- to cum -- to have her cum. 

Alyana again began her little squeaking sounds, louder this time and in sync with the vocal emissions from Katrina only a few feet from us. I looked at Katrina and made eye contact with her -- we held each other's eyes for a crucial few seconds and I knew we were each wishing pleasure, joy and happiness for the other. Then our attentions shifted back to our partners.

Ivan started swearing in Russian -- calling Kat names I guess. I didn't know enough Russian slang to be sure. I took a cue from him and started to talk to Alyana as I looked down at her sweet face, "Are you my slut? Are you the fuck I can have anytime I want?" She nodded vigorously at me. "Can I call you any time, any place, and expect you'll fuck me any way I want? Fuck others if I want you to? You're my slut!" She nodded at me again. She appeared totally submissive and would agree to anything I wanted her to be. 

"Just make me cum," she whispered to me. "Keep giving me orgasms and I'll be anything you want. I'll do anything, any time, anywhere. Just call me and I'm yours. I'm your fucking slut -- your whore. I love your cock in me. Oooooooooooh. Teeeeach me how to make love to you -- how to bring you pleasure. I only want to bring you pleasure in life. I'm yours."

I was a bit worried at her total submission but that didn't stop me from continuing to pound into her and tell her I loved fucking her, bringing her to orgasms, and feeling her fluids all over me. I talked about how we tasted together and how I liked that taste and wanted more of it. I suggested we make a perfume of our juices and sell it. She liked that idea and thrust into me harder.

We came together with a little bit of planning and communication. Our explosions were nearly simultaneous again, and they were wonderful and exciting. I thought for a moment as the pleasure faded away that there was probably no such thing as a bad orgasm. It really was a moment in time when you thrust your body through the veil of this life into heaven for a few seconds.

I fell onto Alyana and we smothered each other with kisses and hugs. We rolled to our sides so we could fondle and rub each other, yet we remained coupled again. Our bodies were not only drenched in sweat this time, they were drenched in cum and our body fluids for Katrina had spread some of her findings around the area as she'd foraged for our juices earlier. I noted that the room smelled like sex -- a delightful aroma.

I noted that Katrina and Ivan were finished. I could still see his deflating cock lodged in her pussy as she straddled over his nearly prone form and they hugged and kissed. I heard her telling him what she liked in after play.

"There is a shower large enough for two of us at a time just off the bedroom," I announced. "If you two want to go first, why don't you. We'll wait until you finish." I felt Alyana clench my flaccid cock with her pussy as I finished my suggestion. I gave a gentle thrust back into her body.

Katrina pulled off of Ivan, a dollop of his cum falling onto the carpet. She scooped it up, clutched a hand over her nether region to stem further 'accidents,' pulled Ivan up with the other one and led him off to the shower.

After the door had shut and we heard the water turn on, Alyana said to me, "You are the best lover I have ever had -- not that I've had many, but you are a dream come true. You are tender and sensitive and sexy and erotic and ... well you focus on me and not yourself. I meant what I said, if you ever need a woman call me and I'll find a way to get to you." She kissed me. "You are amazing. I shall never forget tonight." She paused and looked at me tenderly, "Am I allowed to love you?" I nodded, kissed her and we hugged for a while.




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 01



I suggested to her that she could have any man in the world she wanted and she could turn him into the kind of lover she wanted. I assured her that all she needed to do was to teach someone how to make love to her the way she wanted. She was skeptical but said she'd try it with Ivan. I told her, "Talk to him. Tell him you want him to do this or that with his hands, his tongue, or his cock. Praise him. Listen to what he tells you too. Be experimental. Be daring. Try different things." We kissed passionately again.

I told her, "If I was built differently, I'd make love to you all night long. You are magnificent and your body is a temple to worship in -- and on, too. I could stay here forever and find eternal happiness here." I kneaded her breast then leaned and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Her body jerked as she responded. I really meant what I said to her; I felt all the right warm and tender thoughts I was supposed to feel towards her -- towards the woman I'd just make love to. We'd gone beyond just raw sex for the pleasure of it.

"There will be other times in other places when we'll get together. I hope Ivan enjoyed his time with Katrina. I can tell she enjoyed him. I like the group sex; I liked doing it in the same room together so we could watch each other. I bet Ivan did too. There'll be another time." 

I extracted myself from Alyana's pussy, watching a rivulet of white cum start to seep from the hole I'd left in her pinkness. I found my briefs and folded them into a pad she could hold against herself as she rose and went into the shower. Katrina and Ivan appeared with towels in the bedroom doorway indicating they were through, so I led Alyana into the shower -- giving her a shower cap for her beautiful reddish long hair. We washed each other, leaving no body part unattended to. There were a lot of kisses and smoothing that occurred too. Finally, we had to turn off the water lest the hotel come to see why the shower had been on so long. We took turns drying each other then joined the others in the living room.

Ivan was dressed; Katrina was wearing a skimpy robe that did little to hide all the things that gave her sex appeal. I had a towel around my waist as I helped Alyana find her clothing and dress again. 

When we were done, Ivan and I shook hands and looked each other straight in the eye -- appreciative for the evening we had enjoyed. The women hugged each other and then each of us. 

I said, "Until the next time." I grinned at each person.

Ivan laughed and said, "I hope they'll be a next time. This is a night I'll never forget." 

"Me too," Alyana said quietly as she looked warmly at me.

Ivan looked at me and added so the women couldn't hear, "Sometime we should talk - just the two of us. You do things I need to learn." He ginned at me and I grinned back and nodded. 

"A lunch sometime when we're all in the same City," I said to him.

Katrina put her arm around me and the two of them said their last goodbyes and left our suite. It was a little after midnight.

As the door shut, Kat pulled me around in front of her and sank her tongue into my mouth in the most passionate kiss I'd had that night. "Oh, you are a keeper," she said. "You won their hearts and minds and sex organs. They'll follow you anywhere."

She pulled me towards the bedroom. She said, "I hope you can get it up one more time because I need you ... really need you to make love to me ... to end the day with me." I nodded in understanding.

After a long cuddle time and some time with Kat paying a lot of attention to me, including reciting some lurid stories about what else she'd like to have happen between the four of us, I hardened sufficiently to penetrate her moist pussy. She flooded as we made love and then she came ... and came again ... and finally we came together.

She pulled me over, keeping me locked in her tunnel, fluffed up her pillow - and me - and then we went to sleep together. 

*****

Katrina and I spent Friday morning in martial arts training again. This time I was the aggressor and was able to flip her time after time. It did inspire confidence. After a rotation on the weights, we spent the rest of the morning on the firing range. I was getting comfortable with the Glock 30 and my accuracy was slowly improving. This time they asked me to carry the Glock with me from now on. They gave me all the proper papers so I could carry the dissembled weapon on an aircraft and could carry it as a concealed weapon throughout Europe and at home in the U.S.

Kat and I went back to the hotel, made love one last time before I had to leave then showered together -- our kisses raining down on each other almost as much as the droplets of water. We dressed and packed. She was heading back to her home in Frankfurt in her Porsche but she drove me to Malpensa Airport first. We stood behind the car, my luggage at my feet, and kissed goodbye and held each other close for a long time. It was a tender time and we both had tears in our eyes. I presumed I'd see her in a month or so but there was nothing scheduled.

I walked into the terminal and fourteen hours later my TWA flight landed in Boston. I was back in my other life.

*****

The next four weeks were a blur. I found I had to focus on three things during that time: my family, the move to London, and my consulting work -- not always in that order. I reconnected with Stacy finally and over a romantic dinner I'd arranged one night we agreed we had to try harder to please one another.

Stacy was self-actualizing in her new job with the consulting firm and it was helping her sense of self worth and now our love life. She'd been given responsibility for a major piece of work and, as was her way, was totally throwing herself into it, almost to the exclusion of the kids and me. After our dinner and heart to heart talk, the kids and I got a lot more of her time and attention. I really wished there was someway I could share with her my other role, tell her about The Company and even bring Katrina into our relationship.

During the next month, we also went to some orientation classes about moving to a foreign country. We even got the kids to go. The consulting firm agreed to pick-up the tab for all four of us to make a trip to London to see the City, see the place I'd picked to live, and for the kids to see their new school. Four weeks later the entire family landed in London, staying in a small hotel along the north side of Hyde Park. The kids were in shock about having to relocate, however, they liked the school they'd be going to and even got to talk to some other American kids that had relocated and were having a great experience suddenly living in that City.

That was also the trip where I hired a very competent British woman to oversee our technology consulting operations -- an office manager named Gillian. The same week we received approval for our company to do business in the United Kingdom as well as similar approval from the French authorities. I made several visits to my client in London -- British Petroleum, and also made some marketing calls to several others. All in all it was a successful trip. Nonetheless I wished I could have seen Katrina.

Back in the States the weather was deteriorating after a great summer. We found some long-term renters for our house so we wouldn't have to sell it. My consulting work was spent preparing for one more trip to Italy and London before we moved. I did a couple of other speaking engagements too.

One event was noteworthy. I mentioned to Kyle during one of our rare talks that I missed the target practice I'd been undergoing with the Glock 30 as well as the martial arts sparing. The next day Jim Haight, my consulting boss, came to me and suggested that I take my Glock and drive up to North Reading the next day and meet a man named Sebastian Rand. He suggested I bring my exercise togs too.

Sebastian met me at the address Jim had given me that turned out to be an outdoor firing range. Sebastian -- he preferred Rand - was as big as my house and had visible muscles I didn't even know existed. He and I chatted and he explained that he was now my weapons and martial arts coach; he said he knew exactly what I needed. He ran me through some of the exercises to care for and repair the gun again - in the rare case that it jammed, then we went into the range and he oversaw me firing about two hundred rounds. His critiques on technique were helpful and I started firing the best I done up until then. He said the next move would be to practice on moving targets and he'd arrange that for the following week.

Rand also had me follow him in his car to a gym. We were the only two people there as he unlocked the facility and led us into the large hall, turning on the lights as we entered. We ran through some drills and then a refresher on kill zones and basic hand-to-hand techniques. Then we started on some new moves and practiced those. By the end of the afternoon I was exhausted and sore from being tossed on the mat so many times. His offense was much better than my defense. He commented that the following week we would get back into knife fighting; I promised I'd bring my letter opener.

Before we parted Rand gave me a printed page with a daily workout regimen on it. A quick glance indicated I'd be spending at least two hours a day doing intense physical activity. Everything on the list looked like it was aimed at hardening my body in some way.

Three weeks later I'd lost another five pounds and replaced a few of the remaining pounds with hard muscle. I was starting to see muscle tone in my chest, abs and arms that I'd never seen before. The flab was disappearing. I also felt more confident in a knife fight but was going to have to be really careful to avoid someone that really knew what they were doing. Finally, I was actually getting to a point where I could hit a moving target with the Glock and not blow my toes off. 

I was now doing intense exercise daily, including a long fast run. Stacy, of course, watched me start my exercise and weight routine; I decided I'd do the drills first thing in the morning before I went to the office. She started to join in on the days she was home. At six o'clock one morning, I suggested a five-mile run to the kids; they both rolled their eyes and pulled the covers up over their heads. 

Then I headed back to Milan and London for a two-week stint. I crossed-over to my other life.

To be continued, and believe me the next part of the story is VERY exciting. Remember to vote and leave comments. Thanks. 



A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 02



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*

I arrived in Milan on the TWA red-eye. Just outside customs a beautiful dark haired woman leapt into my arms and smothered me with kisses. Katrina had found me. I was back in my other life.

She led me out to short-term parking. She had the Porsche Carerra and had me at the hotel in about thirty minutes. The Grand Hotel Et de Milan is probably the eighth wonder of the world. It seemed every valet, doorman and clerk remembered us by name and helped us check in again. We had the same suite we'd had two months or so earlier. 

Once we were alone, Katrina stripped me, pulled her own clothes off, and led me into the large shower. We kissed and hugged under the steaming water as I shed the grit and grim from the trip and tried to get a handle on what time zone I was in.

She led me back to the bed and I was worried I was going to have to beg off until she announced, "You and I are going to take a two-hour nap!" There was no arguing with her pronouncement. I was asleep in two minutes cradled against her soft bosoms. I awoke to Kat's kisses. She'd let me sleep an extra half hour. I was embarrassed because I'd drooled all over her breasts during my intense nap. She laughed it off and kissed me some more. 

Now I responded to her seductive body. She was as equally desirous of me as I was of her. We both skipped a lot of our foreplay and just coupled. I came up over her and sank my hard penis into her wet vagina and we made love. We really did make love -- I couldn't think of anything else to call it for in that brief time we shared ourselves with each other, what we were really doing is telling each other 'I love you.' We were soft and gentle with each other, made sure to deliver the pleasure the act was designed for, and then cooed and fondled each other in our after play. We took another shower then put on casual clothes, bought a simple lunch at an outdoor restaurant, and then walked to the Duomo Square building. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

They were kind to me at the training center that afternoon. I just had some language training in Russian again and a class on disguises, makeup and using false identities. People smiled at me in the halls; I was becoming known by the regular staff. I finished at five o'clock. Katrina came and retrieved me from my last class -- I was temporarily a blond female when she stuck her head in my 'disguise' class. We went back to the hotel and changed into jogging clothes, and went for a fifteen-kilometer run. After we cleaned up, enjoyed a room service dinner in the room and made love again, we slept through the night.

In the morning, Katrina and I spent two hours in martial arts training with Wan Suh. Kat commented on my muscles and trim form as she flipped me up in the air; as usual she showed me no mercy. Then I cleaned up, put on my 'consulting suit', and headed off for the rest of the day to Montedison. I didn't finish there until after seven. By the time I got back to the hotel it was late -- we skipped the run but repeated the other activities of the previous night.

The next day I did an all-day seminar on management information systems at Montedison. There were about a hundred top executives in the room. Simultaneous translation of my remarks was used to help those less familiar with English. I received a lot of favorable comments. The chief technology guy in the company signed me up for a couple more talks as well as some serious consulting work.

That evening, Kat and I did the fifteen-kilometer circuit again, cleaned up and ate at Centro Ittico -- one of the more exclusive restaurants in Milan. The seafood cuisine and service were superb. We walked back to the hotel the long way, cutting through La Galleria for ice creams even though we were dressed in evening wear.

Thursday I spent all-day at The Company's Duomo Square building: body hardening for two hours; firing range for two more -- now with moving targets; short lunch; Russian language training; and knife fighting -- now with sharp weapons and not the toys we'd used in my earlier training with Rand. At the end of the day I checked in briefly with Kyle over the secure video conference link. Katrina came in during my call and said hello to him.

Friday morning we were back at the driving school. This time I was taught how to take a car over various kinds of jumps of varying distances and how to make controlled rolls in a car, actually rolling a car completely over -- having it right itself and being able to drive away at a high rate of speed. We reviewed many of the driving techniques from two months earlier and also covered high-speed chase maneuvers and evasive techniques, including ramming and 'drifting' a pursuer's car. There was also a lesson about how to drive and shoot at the same time. I wasn't using the Glock -- it would have penetrated the car we were sparring with; instead it was a paintball gun. After two hours and many pointers I was actually doing pretty well at hitting a moving target; the other car was covered with paint splatter. We ended the day in a kind of demolition derby activity: Katrina was in one car, I was in another and there were two other vehicles and we all had paint ball guns; I'd learned my lesson well for I was the last vehicle running as I tore around the track in a victory lap -- parts falling off my paint splattered car every few feet.

As we drove back to the City, Katrina said, "You know you're probably ready to start doing some real Company work. You're in shape, you have the basics mastered, and you've got a solid base of work in Europe to justify your travels if anyone asks. Keep that in mind. I bet you'll be getting more serious assignments soon. I'll help if I can -- if they let me." I nodded; a little terrified at the thought that I might have to actually use any of the training I'd been given.

We spent that Friday night in Milan in our formal wear at the Auditorium de Milano for a classical music concert. As usual, Katrina turned heads in her dress; I was simply the guy that was escorting the most beautiful woman in Europe. After the concert we made love to each other and then slept in the comfort and peace of each other's arms.

Saturday morning we checked out and drove the short distance to Lake Como, Italy, stopping and shopping at quaint little shops along the way and eating a late lunch in a romantic little trattatori. We checked in for one night at the Villa D'Este, one of the finest hotels in the world. We took a long run along the lake's shore front, staying near the water whenever we could. We came huffing and puffing back to the hotel about dusk. Dinner was romantic and an inspiration in the large, ornate dining room. The hotel had been built in the sixteenth century; you couldn't help but appreciate the history that the place had witnessed. And, of course, we made love -- the porch doors in our room open to the lake. I suspect a few other rooms heard our noisy lovemaking; no one complained.

Sunday morning we ran again, not quite as far then we cleaned up and started driving. Katrina told me she was going to "take me home." Frankfurt was about 380 miles away on the other side of the Alps. We flew and did the journey in five hours, making only one fuel stop. The trip was like a travelogue of places I hoped to spend more time at some day: Lucerne, Zurich, Basel, Freiburg, Strasborg, Heidelberg, and finally Frankfurt. She lived in Weisbaden just west of the City. 

Katrina had a beautiful apartment overlooking the central park in the center of town. After we had stowed our luggage in her place, we walked the park, stopping in a beer hall for the mandatory stein of German dark 'bier'. We laughed and I was the happiest I could remember being in along time. We walked some more, but the City was shut tightly for the Sunday. We went back to her apartment and made love to one another, cleaned up, went out to eat, came back and made love again, and slept in her bed spooned together. What a jet propelled day. Best of all was that we got to talk a lot as we drove; we really did love and respect each other.

Monday morning we both flew to London. McKennitt & Company had a long-term lease on a flat in South Kensington so that was where we headed from Heathrow. We dropped our things, walked around the neighborhood eventually doing a long brisk walk around Hyde Park and Green Park, then on to Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square, up to Oxford Circus and back down Oxford Street to Marble Arch, then back to the flat cutting across Hyde Park again. Everything seemed so close together. I showed her where our office was going to be. We ate at a small Turkish restaurant and then retired for the night. 

The next day I left Kat sleeping in the flat and went off to a client for the day. Remarkably I sold some more business. Things were looking up. When I got back to the flat, Katrina was looking very preppy and very domestic in gray slacks and a sweater. She was reading her Russian book. We cuddled as she told me about her day prowling around the area and making some interesting "arrangements" she said I'd find out about soon enough.

We ate at a popular Thai restaurant near South Ken and headed back to the flat. I noticed the lights were on when we got near the place. I looked at her with a questioning glance; she just grinned back at me.

As we entered the flat, Alyana came bounding into my arms -- hugging me closely and kissing my face wildly. I was astounded. Eventually, the two women hugged and kissed too. I noticed their kiss was more than just a friendly buss. 

"How? ... What? ... Why? ..." I stuttered to her -- really to both of them.

"We talked a week or so ago and I told her you were coming to Milan and London. She decided she just had to do business in London and so here she is. At our disposal," Kat grinned lecherously at me. Alyana grinned too. I guess I was smiling pretty broadly too.

"What about Ivan?" I asked. "Won't he be jealous or concerned?"

"I am here with his blessing," Alyana stated firmly in her cute Russian accent. "He said I learned so many good things from you the last time I should come and see what else you can teach me. He liked that I swallow all of him, for instance, and the thing we did with the liqueur. I also am making him a better lover and he knows this and likes it -- so do I. He sends his hello to each of you and his regrets at not being here. He said 'next time', and to tell you Katrina that he will be a better lover to you the next time thanks to what he is learning."

I pulled both women to me and kissed them. "Well, what are we doing standing here. We have to teach this women some new things to take back to Moscow!" I escorted them towards the bedroom.

*****

If there was a heaven on earth, it was being in bed with both Katrina and Alyana. Both were beautiful women in their full ripeness of life. The naïve viewpoints and youthful inexperience were mostly gone, replaced by sophistication and joie de vivre. To top it all off, both women were in love with me and, I realized, I with them.

My long cock was buried to the hilt in Alyana's warm and willing pussy. She was riding me slowly and sensually as Katrina sat on my face and let me eat her moist pussy to my heart's content. The two women were kissing and loving each other from the clits up. That said, I could still feel Alyana's fingers come to rub and massage Kat's clit from time to time and I knew Kat was returning the favor. 

Alyana was the first to cum. I could hear her tell Kat that she was near ... then very near ... then I felt her spasm around my cock. It took every bit of effort I could muster not to blast my cum into her pussy. Fortunately, as she climaxed she froze -- her breathing stopped and all motion stopped, save for the remnant muscle twitches inside her. I was able to hold it together and the urge passed. Alyana went into a passionate embrace with Katrina to celebrate the event.

The two women changed places and Kat came and sat on my steel rod for a while. She knew I was near and also that I didn't want to ejaculate so soon in the evening. She was kind and only jousted with my rod occasionally -- enough for both of us to keep our interest. Eventually, she let herself go when Alyana massaged her clit for an unusually long period of time. The response was amazing, particularly since I had 'cooled' a little. I could feel her muscles in a new light since I wasn't as close to orgasm as I usually was when I felt the same muscles milking the cum from my cock. 

As Kat came down from her high, she said softly to me, "I've had you all week. Alyana needs you. Love her. Cum in her. Make her feel like a real woman." She lay beside me and pulled Alyana from my face and into a prone position between us. Katrina leaned in and passionately kissed her, several fingers inserted deep in her pussy. Alyana squirmed in the kiss.

I replaced Katrina at Alyana's lips, kissing her passionately. She was almost delirious with the passion we were providing. Kat kept massaging her cunt and suddenly Alyana exploded into me as another orgasm hit her hard. She clutched me in an almost death grip as her body rose off the bed and spasmed in her ecstasy. She finally moaned her rapture, a long "Oooooooooh" followed by her silence as she fell back to the bed in the passion.

I brought her legs up over my shoulder and sank my cock back into Alyana's body. She was still spasming from the orgasm Kat had delivered to her, so it was with great pleasure I felt her welcoming clenches as I started to move into her. She groaned as my girth made it back to her full depth. "Oh David, I love it when you are as deep in me as you can go. Hold it right there and let my cunt massage you."

I held still and received an unusual experience from her. She milked me with her pussy, quite intentionally but using the muscles that I thought only came instinctually into play during an orgasm. What a talented woman. Gradually she expanded the muscles she brought into play, her hips finally moving only slightly as she tried to bring me pleasure.

She apparently brought herself more pleasure than she intended for it was only two minutes later that I watched her eyes roll up in her head and her breathing stop as another climax rippled through her body. I could watch her abdominal muscles contract and spasm, feel her cunt clench my cock, and, of course, her legs went into wild twitches behind me as she pulled me into her. I remained motionless and let her pleasure herself on my rod.

I looked at Kat who was laying beside us -- a glorious wonder of beauty and nudity. I asked, "Do you have any lubricant?" She nodded and scrambled to her bedside table, producing a relatively new tube of Astroglide. 

I flipped Alyana over onto her stomach and pulled her mid-section into the air. I don't think she understood what was about to happen. Kat watched with a gleam in her eye. I put the cool gel along my rod and rubbed it in with a couple of strokes, the gel giving me a new level of arousal. I then put a tablespoon or so at the opening to Alyana's ass. In one smooth move I put my cock at the entrance to her dark tunnel and thrust into her; she rose up in complete surprise. "Uuuuuuuugh," came from her lips. I pulled back and thrust again ... and again ... sliding deeper on each thrust as her muscles relaxed and she got used to the idea of my penetration.

Katrina went to Alyana's face and kissed her. "Is this new for you my darling?" she asked. 

Alyana's head shook with great force in the affirmative. Finally, she spoke, "I didn't think people really did this except in pornographic movies. Oooooooh my. This is ... is ... interesting ... is ... nice ... be gentle with me. I've never ... done this ... before."

It only took a minute for her to really get used to my rod in her ass. I moved gently but with authority, making long strokes and feeling her entire body twitch and clench as I moved. 

Kat had slipped beneath Alyana and was sucking and palming her breasts. I softly said to her, "Put your fingers into her pussy. Finger fuck her."

Through my sensitive prick I could feel Katrina's fingers make a penetration. We were only separated by Alyana's peritoneum - one finger then two and then three. Alyana was groaning more loudly and now in little spurts of sound, "Oh ... uh ... ah ... oh ... ouuu ... eee." Each change of sound accompanied some new motion that either Katrina or I rained down upon her body. 

Alyana came again ... and again ... and again -- she was most definitely multi-orgasmic. Katrina and I were now conspirators to see if we could destroy this woman with pleasure after pleasure. If you'd asked, we were rapidly succeeding. Alyana was dissolving into a mass of quivering flesh whose sole purpose was to have a never-ending sequence of orgasms lasting from that moment to the end of time.

Finally, I could hold off no more. I nodded to Katrina that I was near and she blew me a kiss. "Cum in her ... deep in her ass. Give her one more orgasm." I felt Kat's other hand move to massage Alyana's clitoris as I started to hammer into her ass. My climax was one of the most intense in my life. I exploded into Alyana's ass -- a full load of cum jettisoned from my body into hers in only a few intense injections. Every nerve ending in my body triggered in the pleasure mode and I was swept into heaven for a long time -- unbreathing, unmoving, just a shuddering mass of male flesh impaled into a shapely female ass.

I fell forward and forced Alyana down on top of Katrina. There was some rolling and wiggling and finally no one was being suffocated and we were in an optimum position to continue. I pulled out of Alyana's pretty butt, still rock hard but spent. Kat passed me a washcloth so I could wipe myself. I watched a dribble of my white cum seep from Alyana's ass and run across her cheek towards the sheets. Before I could wipe it, Katrina lapped the fluid with her tongue as she gave me one of her "I'm evil" looks. Sexy evil she was.

As the two of us recovered Katrina said, "How come you've never done that with me?" I shrugged.

Amazingly I was still hard. The sensation of cuming hadn't resulted in my usual male flaccidness. Instead I felt as though I needed to cum yet again. I decided to take advantage of the situation.

I pulled Kat in front of me -- face up. I wanted to watch her reaction as we did this. I found the gel and re-lubricated my rod then pushed her legs back until I could see the dimpled entrance to her dark tunnel. I pushed slowly into her, only sinking in an inch or so until I met resistance. 

"You have to relax. Just think of this as a new way for us to make love - a new hole to try. Have you done this before?"

"No. Never. I've had fingers in there ... and a small dildo ... but you're huge."

I pushed a little harder and stroked a breast, gently pinching a nipple. The distraction proved to be just what was needed. I sank in past the muscle that had blocked me a moment earlier. I started to slowly thrust, going deeper with each inward push.

"Oooooooooooh myyyyyyyyyyyy Goooooooooood!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth. "This IS different."

Alyana lay and watched us, lightly stroking the swollen lips around her pussy. I nodded to her and gestured with my head towards Kat's pussy. She understood and leaned forward taking Kat's clit in her mouth and smothering the nub with the rough friction of her tongue. Kat about leapt off the bed she twitched so much. Both of us held onto her for the ride. 

"Oooooooouuuuuuu, you'll destroy me. Oh, waaaaaay toooooo muuuuuuuch sensation." She was panting heavily as she watched me thrust into her ass and watched Alyana's mouth and tongue on her pussy. She had a look of lust, a look of passion, a look of love on her face all at once. 




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 02



The feeling rapidly came back to my engorged cock. Suddenly I was in danger of too much stimulation. I didn't care. I was put in this world to have all the climaxes I could muster and tonight I was enjoying some of the most erotic ones I'd ever have.

I build up a rhythm. Alyana somehow kept her mouth near Kat's clitoris and also inserted most of her hand in Kat's vagina, moving in concert with my stokes and then in opposition. Kat was writhing wilding around the bed -- firing off a small orgasm every minute or so. She kept moaning and groaning her passion to us.

Finally I could stand it no more. I realized I was about to have my second cum of the night. I warned the women and sped up. My explosion was equal to the one only a few moments earlier when I'd been in Alyana's ass. It seemed that I came and came and came -- a river of fluid leaving my body and flooding into Kat. She had her largest orgasm of the night, ejaculating some of her girl fluid onto Alyana and me. Alyana immediately moved in and started lapping at the fluid that had jetted from Kat's pussy. 

Eventually we all fell together again. I was in the middle cradling both women to me. I could feel the small amount of pubic hair that each woman had left as decoration against my thigh; the moisture from their cunts coated my thighs and rubbed off onto me; I could feel the erect nipples from each of them pressed into my side and chest; their tousled locks of hair flowed around my neck and head, a delight to smell and rub my cheeks into. Then there were our kisses, shared back and forth for a long time as we all cooled down from our passions.

Finally, Alyana said, "See I've only been with you both for two hours and you've taught me lots of new things to take home. What we did ... when I do it with Ivan ... it will boil his blood. He may never let me leave his bed. Sooooooo sexy." She giggled and kissed my neck. 

Katrina had one arm across my chest and was gently stroking one of Alyana's breasts, not so much to excite but just to be in some type of erotic contact with her. Alyana realized she could do the same and did.

"I can leave the two of you if you want," I said softly. 

Both women grinned at me and said almost in unison, "Not tonight. We have tomorrow while you're at work."

*****

I'd been back in Boston for a week when there was a major turning point in EVERYTHING. 

It had been a good week. I'd savored the memory of Kat and Alyana and the times we shared. I'd also sold more work at British Petroleum and landed a new client -- one of the savings and loan associations in The City -- London's financial district. I'd also barely managed to do the minimum to keep up with my workout regimen -- except for the sex. Were those replacement calories?

Stacy had had a good week too and we shared a mellow Saturday, doing a few things to help the kids with their school work and driving them around our suburban town to shop and see friends. Late in the afternoon I suggested a movie and Stacy accepted my offer enthusiastically. Our sixteen-year-old daughter, Kiley, even decided to come with us since she'd wanted to see the movie too. We drove over to the Natick Cineplex 20, parked in the crowded lot, went in and enjoyed the movie.

After the movie it was dark and we were heading back to the car. We'd been forced to park pretty far from the theater and the parking lot was not well lit. Suddenly we were confronted with two young thugs with stockings pulled over their head, I turned and there was a third behind us. One of them said, "Wallets ... and you sweetie ... you come with us," he pointed at my daughter and reached to grab her arm. The one behind us grabbed my wife's purse.

I broke the arm of the boy who'd taken my wife's purse first. The kick came so fast he didn't even have time to react. You could hear the bone snap. I stomped on his instep and landed another kick in his groin with my other foot, my entire body in the air, and he went down in great pain.

I turned to the one that had been approaching my daughter. He had her arm and she was trying to resist. He let her go and backed away slightly and then suddenly there was a long switchblade knife in his hand. He started dancing around towards me. "Want me Dad. Come and get me Dad. You think you can protect your little cunt from us, don't ya. Well you can't. I'll cut her like I'll cut you." He started towards me.

In one smooth move I'd grabbed his arm, made him release the knife, and hurled him through the glass of the passenger side window of the car next to me. He was out cold and there was suddenly a lot of blood dripping from an open gash on his head.

The third kid should have run but instead he reached in his jacket and produced a small handgun. "You think you can mess with me and my friends, I'll kill you -- I'll kill you," he screamed. He started to raise the gun to fire at us. He was too late; the Glock came out of its holster just the way I'd practiced a thousand times. I made only one shot; it caught him in the shoulder and spun him away from us. I saw the blood splash from the exit wound just the way I'd been told it would. He fell on the side of his face, unconscious, his gun clattering away from him and under another car. The whole confrontation had taken about twenty seconds.

I quickly frisked each of the three thugs, making sure there were no more handguns on the scene. The threat eliminated, I turned to make sure Stacy and Kiley were all right. Their jaws were hanging open as they looked at me in awe. Then Stacy started to stutter as she sank to her knees and dissolved into tears, "You ... you ... you have a gun!" 

Kiley broke into tears and fell down on her knees next to her mother almost in shock. "Oh Dad, you saved us." I pulled Kiley up, hugged her tightly and then leaned her against a car next to me. "Listen. LISTEN. Both of you. Don't speculate about what happened here or why I have a gun. The police will come. Tell them exactly what you saw. DON'T SPECULATE. I'll explain my ... my gun ... and my actions later. Now, Kiley run ... RUN to the theater and have then call the police then get back here right away." I looked at the passed out guy in car with blood streaming from his head and the bleeding form of the kid that had had the gun; I shouted to Kiley, "Tell them we need an ambulance too." She took off at high speed.

The Natick Police cars screamed into the parking lot a few minutes later. I attracted them with wild waving and stopped them from penetrating the crime scene. I showed them the three thugs. All were still alive, two just barely. 

I explained what had happened briefly and that I had a handgun and that I'd taken the clip out of it. I showed the clip in my left hand. I turned and hiked up my jacket with one hand so the cop could extract the Glock from its holster. I noted he used two fingers; he dropped it into a plastic bag and he put it in his squad car. Stacy and Kiley were not taking their eyes off of me; both appeared in shock.

Another cop handcuffed the kid whose arm I'd broken and tossed him in the back of a squad car. The kid yelled in pain and he was still groaning from his sore nuts. They pulled the kid from where I sent him through the window and laid him out on the ground. He was still unconscious, his face was kind of pulpy but the bleeding from a broken nose and a slash across his forehead had almost stopped. He came to about the time they got him prone; they cuffed him and had another cop guard him as they waited for the ambulance. 

The kid that I'd shot in the shoulder was now sitting up leaning against a car holding a pressure bandage against the wound; another cop was guarding him. He was almost delirious. He kept saying, "I wasn't going to shoot. I just wanted to scare 'em."

Meanwhile I'd recounted our confrontation for a second and then a third time. Another officer found the open knife under a car and then the kid's snub nose .38 special. He marked where he'd found them. Someone was taking pictures of the scene, including the broken window the kid had gone through, the thug's gun, and the knife. I told Stacy and Kiley to avoid letting anyone not in uniform take their picture.

Finally an ambulance arrived and took two policemen and the two thugs I'd really hurt to the hospital; the police car with the guy I'd kicked in the nuts left to go to the police station. A crowd had gathered but we tried to keep things pretty low key and so did the police. The police agreed to let me drive my own car with Stacy and Kiley to the police station. As soon as we were in the car, Stacy looked at me with big teary doe eyes and said, "What is this all about? How come you had a gun? You don't like guns! And ... and ... you can fight. You ... you ... know ... karate or whatever that was. And ... the knife. Oh God." She broke in hysterical sobs, so badly that I had to pull over to the side of the road and comfort her for a few minutes. Kiley wasn't doing much better in the back seat.

I still didn't explain my skills or weapon. I said, "I will tell you shortly but not while we have to see the police. Wait until after we see the police -- then we'll talk. You tell them just what you saw -- no more, no less. Don't speculate. Don't make up stories. Just tell what happened as you saw it. Tell the truth." She nodded through her sobs. Kiley said haltingly through her tears, "OK Dad."

The police station was a beehive of activity; everyone was waiting for us. It was a rough Saturday night in Natick. I noted that there was two State cops waiting to talk to us along with the locals. I asked to make a couple of phone calls and my request was quickly granted; I was the victim not the accused at this point. My first call was to Jim Haight; fortunately he answered on the third ring even though the hour was late. I explained what had happened and where I was. He said he was "on it" and I didn't need to call Kyle or anyone else.

Next I called home to Kendra, our oldest daughter. I explained we'd been in an attempted mugging and that things hadn't worked out for the three guys that tried to mess with us. I didn't go into details, but asked her to stay at home and to be ready to help comfort her mother and sister. She readily agreed.

Stacy, Kiley and I were escorted into one of the interrogation rooms rather than leaving us in the hallway. Two detectives and two uniformed State cops accompanied our entourage. I suggested that I be interviewed separately since I was the one that had fought with the thugs and that someone could also interview my wife and daughter to hear their story. One officer thought that was a good idea and so I left with one State cop and him while his partner got some water for my family.

Detective Wittman had a relaxed interview style but I realized immediately that he could bore right in to the nub of the situation. He had a cassette recorder that he put on the table and put in the record mode as soon as we entered the room. He said the date and time and who he was with then he began the interview, "I was in the military and I thought I was highly trained in my day. I still keep up with it -- somewhat." He patted his paunch. "I would have never thought of taking on three toughs like you did. You in the service? You military?" The State cop was clearly just going to listen and nod. 

"No," I said softly, "just a cautious citizen." He squinted at me in obvious disbelief. So did the State cop.

"You had a Glock in a hidden holster -- but all the right permits. Don't see too many of those around here. Pretty lethal weapon. You could have blown the kid into the next State with that thing -- but you didn't. You hit soft tissue -- just nicked the bone. That was nice of you."

"Yep," I said. "I sort of like the Glock. Light weight for its power. Didn't start carrying until a month or so ago. Just-in-case kind of thinking. Guess I was right. Kid was about to shoot at us -- told us he was going to kill us. Didn't want to use deadly force unless I had to.

"Yep," he said. "You're pretty cool given what happened. I'd be high on adrenalin if I was you."

"My heart's racing," I said. "I just hide it well. I was pretty much on 'automatic' during their attack." 

"Yep," he said. "How'd you disarm the kid with the knife?"

"Oh, that wasn't too hard. He didn't know how to use it. He came at me off balance; all I did was help him along. Might have over reacted a bit but it got the job done -- he ceased being a threat. I'm glad you found the knife; I didn't see where it went when he went through the window." Wittman nodded. The State cop actually smirked.

The extension phone in the room rang and Wittman rose and answered it. He listened for a minute then excused himself. The state cop and I just looked at each other until Wittman returned.

Wittman came back about five minutes later and said, "Mr. Krall, thank you for your time and for putting up with our procedures. I know we'll want to talk to you again and there will certainly be a time when these guys go on trial for armed robbery, attempted murder and a few other choice felonies. Turns out they'd done a couple of other armed robberies tonight before they got to you. If we can avoid calling you we will. Please come and join your wife and daughter. I hope we haven't inconvenienced you much. Sad event. Sad that kids think this way."

I shook his hand and that of the surprised but mute State cop; I thanked them for serving and protecting. We walked back to the first interrogation room. I could hear the words of support and care to Stacy and Kiley from the other State cop and the detective as we walked in. They were very solicitous.

Detective Wittman exclaimed that a friend of ours was waiting in the lobby and would be sure we got home OK. He walked the three of us out, then stopped and said, "Oh wait. I nearly forgot. Your handgun." He ducked into an office an came out with the plastic bag containing my Glock and the ammunition magazine. "Here, you better not leave this one behind. Expensive weapon." I thanked him and slid the gun -- without the magazine -- back under my jacket into the empty holster. I pocketed the magazine. I realized that something very unusual had just happened in order for me to get my handgun back so soon after using it.

When we went through the doors into the lobby a very concerned Jim Haight was standing there with his wife Marylou who I'd met quite a few times before at McKennitt Consulting social events. Lots of welcoming and soothing words were said along with lots of 'what-gets-into-kids-today' statements. We all walked outside. As Marylou, Stacy and Kiley walked towards our car, I pulled Jim aside. "What do I tell them? The gun? My reactions? My skills?"

"We'll come with you. Meet you at your house. I'll do the explaining." Jim patted my back.

At the house Marylou helped Stacy get coffee for us all. Kendra our oldest daughter joined us, she was horrified at what had happened and was just learning from Kiley that her father had overpowered three thugs -- shooting one of them. She was actually holding and comforting her sister; neither wanted to be out of sight of me. Kiley was still teary -- for that matter so was Stacy who was playing hostess sort of on automatic pilot.

When we were all in the living room, Jim began. "The full story of what happened at the movies tonight started about a year ago. 'We' needed someone with some very special skills in Europe. We picked your husband for many reasons. You, Stacy, are one of them as you'll see." She nodded but looked puzzled.

"The 'We' in my statement is not just the consulting firm. The other part of the 'We' is ... well, it's the Central Intelligence Agency." Stacy gasped. Kendra's jaw dropped open as she looked at me in awe. Kiley whispered, "Cool" under her breath. Marylou just nodded. I could tell she'd been here before.

Jim went on, "David assumed his patriotic duty and, when he was asked, said he'd work with both organizations. For almost a year he's been splitting his time. So far he's had a few assignments and he has done very well. Nothing dangerous or too exciting, believe me. Most of the time he's been in training. That training included learning how to use and carry a handgun -- rather routine for the kind of errands we get involved in for The Company. Some involve large sums of money -- for instance, he delivered half-a-million in cash to a contact in Paris for us in his first assignment."

I thought, "I did?"

Jim went on, "He also learned how to deal in a knife fight, high speed and defensive driving, many different kinds of martial arts, and he's becoming pretty skilled at the Russian language." 

Kiley said, "Really cool, Dad." Kendra's jaw was still hanging open.

Stacy was numb. Finally, she said, "The trips ... to Europe ... are they ... what are they?"

"Oh, many have been consulting related," Jim said matter of factly. "David has spent about half his time at various training facilities while he was over there, particularly near Milan. He's also made contact with someone that we hope will eventually provide us with some ... errrr, information in the near future. He also has a 'handler' over there. I don't travel as much as I used to but I can assure you he is in good hands."

Stacy turned to Marylou and asked, "How did you cope ... I mean when Jim was doing this? Or did he?"

Marylou said, "Oh, he did. I worried a lot at first and then I learned he was really good at his job. On the way here, Jim told me that David is truly exceptional and highly skilled for what he's doing and going to do. I guess it's sort of like James Bond in a way. I don't know the details but he says the government has a lot of faith in him." I thought my true self had finally been identified.

Kiley said, "Really, really cool." Kendra couldn't take her eyes off me.

Stacy turned back to me, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Jim intervened, "He was sworn to secrecy -- even from you. Especially from you. We wanted a buffer but our plans have changed. Now it's all right if you know as you'll see in a minute." 

He looked at Kendra and Kiley and studied them for a full minute without saying a word. They were now more alert and stared back at him, but not rudely, allowing him to make his assessment. Finally, he said, "Kendra, Kiley - you have learned something tonight that is VERY important -- to you, to your family, to you Mother and Dad, to the rest of your family, and to your country -- the United States. You must NOT ... must NOT ...tell ANYONE what your Dad does other than that he is a management consultant and that he's going to run a satellite London office for McKennitt & Company. You must NEVER mention the Central Intelligence Agency or even hint to anyone that your family has ANY affiliation with it in any way at all. It could be VERY dangerous for your Dad, your mother, and you. Do you understand?"

Kiley stated with authority, "Yes, I do. I will never say anything." We all believed her and I knew my kid; she would never breath a word of it.

Kendra answered next, "I will never breath a word of this, but I will want to talk with my Mom and Dad about it." Jim nodded his approval with that caveat.

Jim said, "Now there's one more piece of business that I need to transact. I was hoping to do this next week in the office when Kyle Thurman, a man at the CIA that David knows, could join us." He looked at me and winked. I was now puzzled with where he was taking the conversation.

Jim turned to Stacy with a smile, "Stacy, we'd like you to come and work for the CIA too. We need you in The Company too." 

Kiley said, "Really, really, really cool." Kendra fell backwards on the sofa in a near faint.

***** Two Months Later

Stacy and I were both lying on our backs panting and gasping for breath. I could actually feel the endomorphins pulsing through my body, deadening the pain and heightening my euphoria over the exertions of the rare sunny morning. The past few minutes had been exhausting, a real test of our physical stamina. Our trim bodies were hardening from where we had them only a few months before. We'd just finished fifteen minutes of wind sprints back and forth across Regents Park on the north side of central London.




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 02



Finally, Stacy stood, still panting and extended a hand to pull me up. I groaned and let her pull me to my feet. We were wearing running singlets, shorts and running shoes. She said, "Race you back to the flat! Five ... four ... three ... two ... one ... GO!" She took off and I was close behind her.

I had to admire her. She was forty-two and yet she still had the trim figure she'd had over twenty years earlier when we'd married. She still had one skirt she'd had as a teenager and wore it with pride, always mentioning that her waist measurement had not changed. Her long legs pumped along the pathway, more muscular now than ever in her life. Even her upper body was starting to show signs of toning with the weights we were using each day. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The one concession to motherhood she showed was her enlarged breasts; small when we married, they'd grown thanks to her birthing and nursing our two daughters. I never tired of looking at her wondering how she could have known I was husband material when she was only seventeen when we'd first started dating.

I pulled along side her and told her I thought it unfair that she could run so easily. I weighed at least sixty pounds more than she did and was six inches taller. I cited these statistics as reasons for my apparent sluggish behavior. We had just run about ten miles plus done the wind sprints. Now we had a mile to get to our flat in the St. Johns Wood section of London -- the American Ghetto some called it because so many employees of the embassy and American financial institutions lived there to be near the American School in London. This was where our kids went too; we were unique in that we weren't connected with the embassy or companies like Citibank.

Stacy won our race, pulling up about a quarter mile before the flat so we could walk off the run. We finished some stretching exercises in the small courtyard outside our flat and went in. Kiley was just getting ready to leave for school; her older sister Kendra had already left. We wished her well and kissed her goodbye. 

"What do you have today?" Stacy asked.

"Nothing crucial until after lunch at BP," I responded, happy that I might actually have the morning to catch up.

"I'm open all day," she said. "Sooooo let's take a shower together ... and maybe play a little. It's been a while since I've felt so randy. I think watching your tight butt run around the park got me all horny." She ran her hand up my bare arm and caressed my sweaty neck.

I was surprised at her initiation of a sexual liaison. This hadn't happened in a long time ... years. I guess the exercise was having some other benefits. I pulled her to me and kissed her, then pulled the singlet up over her head followed by her sports bra. 

Stacy's nipples were hard and erect from the cool down from our run. I sucked one and then the other into my mouth as she cradled my head as we stood in our bedroom. She moaned a little to show that I was hitting the right spots. Not that I bored with her lovely breasts but I decided that I wanted her nude. Thus, I reached down and undid the laces to her running shoes and pulled them from her feet along with her socks then pulled her nylon running shorts and briefs down her legs in one smooth move.

As she stood there in her nakedness I leaned in a kissed the area just above her tuft of pubic hair. Stacy purred and stroked my hair. As my tongue started to search the area for points of interest she pulled me up then stooped and took the necessary steps to make me naked too. 

As my rising cock came into view she took my sweaty stick into her mouth. I asked, "Are you sure? I'm all sweaty."

She pulled off briefly and said, "More flavor. You taste good -- manly!" I was back in her mouth. This was unusual; Stacy didn't give blowjobs. I was rock hard in a minute -- to hell with the shower first. To hell with getting caught up at work too.

I pulled us to the bed and fell into Stacy's pussy, lapping and licking all those little grooves and crevices and skin flaps that make a woman interesting to a man. Of course, there was all that familiar female nectar oozing from her pores too. I could stay her forever and live on that juice. Stacy's orgasms were usually small and showed she was still in control of herself. When she popped off I was surprised for I thought this was a little more energetic than usual and she had an air of abandon as she let herself go.

I rose and mounted her. She welcomed me with words of love and endearment, "Oh David, I love you so. I really love you. I know we've slowed in how often we do this ... we have to fix that. This is wonderful. I love fucking with you ... making love with you. Oh, that's the spot. Keep thrusting just that way ... just ... that ... way ... oh, shit ... I'm ... gonna ... cum ...Oooooooouuuuuuh." Her legs wrapped around my back and pulled me into her pussy. I am a sucker for romantic talk as we make love. As I felt her start to spasm I let go too, sending my semen into her body and moaning my own words of love for her.

We were all sweaty again thanks to our efforts and the ease with which our athletic bodies were able to adjust to new exertions. I rolled us to our sides, trying to remain coupled with her. We both started to stroke each other. I'd occasionally lean in and suck her breasts.

"David," she asked, "I need to ask you something really personal. I know you'll tell me the truth -- you always do." She paused and looked at me a long time. I guessed what was coming and braced myself for it. "Are you ... are you having an affair with someone? I sort of know there's been someone else for a while. I don't feel threatened; I should but I don't. What's going on?" She kept stroking my chest and neck, not missing a beat.

I was silent for a while thinking how to cushion the answer. Finally I spoke aloud, "Yes, her name is Katrina. You've heard her name a couple of times -- she's my handler. She's pretty, smart and yes, I love her. She also has a Russian friend that we've been with -- Alyana. I love them both." I paused and added, "And I love you too."

I paused and studied Stacy. She was accepting and taking in what I told her without judgment or comment at this point. She nodded for me to continue.

"You're right to not feel threatened. It's not that I've stopped loving you -- although I wish our love life had more ... zest in it. Like this." I gestured to our naked bodies and smiled at her. "I could have been more attentive too and I don't want to make excuses or cast blame. I'd just like to say that I love you ... and I love Katrina ... and Alyana. You're my number one." I kissed her.

"When can I meet her ... them?" Stacy asked softly.

"Errrr, ummmm, are you sure you want to do that?" I asked.

"Yes, most definitely. We all love the same man. I am thinking that we should all like ... no love each other too." She paused. "I don't like family secrets. Secrets of State are one thing, but inter-relationship secrets are a bad thing to have around. I think they undermine all the relationships."

"I'm sorry if I violated your code of ... whatever," I said with genuine regret. "I've been looking for a time and place to tell you about Kat and Alyana. I just didn't find it yet. I'm glad you sensed something was happening."

"Oh, don't be. I would have done the same thing I suppose. Remember when I started that relationship with Bill. I guess you knew we liked each other a lot, but we'd had a couple of sexual bouts before we made it a threesome. You were so tolerant and loving back then, how can I be anything but the same with you when the tables are turned." She hugged me and added, "I just don't want to become superfluous in your life. This is a wake-up call. Thank you."

She thought for a moment and went on, "You ended up liking Bill. I'm sure I'll like Katrina or Kat as you just called her ... as well as Alyana. Do you want to tell me about them? Two of them, huh!" Her eyebrows went up.

I did. I opened up about the women and how I'd come to have an intimate relationship with them. The relationship with Alyana was particularly fuzzy because of her connection with Ivan Rostofsky, one of our targets for getting information about Soviet defenses. I told Stacy that one of the reasons I'd been mute for so long was this complication and my stricture on talking outside The Company. Now she understood.

"Tell me about your times together," she asked. "I want to hear about your sexual times." I felt her pussy clench around my cock as she made her request.

I went slowly, studying her interest and response as I talked. Apparently she was turned on by my recounting of some of our times together, particularly the group session in Milan. I could feel her pussy pulse as I spoke, then start to seep fluids around my deflated cock. Then, of course, I noticed that I wasn't so deflated. 

Next I noted that I could move around in her pussy and feel interesting twinges and stimuli to my ever-excited prick. I hardened and then we were fucking again, side by side, my cock moving in and out of Stacy's dripping pussy as I talked about our orgy and teaching sex tricks to Alyana.

Stacy came over me, lowering her breasts to my face so I could lick and suck on each breast and nipple. Her areolas seemed unusually large and excitable as I tried to fit the entire area within my mouth. As I bit I could feel her pussy clench around my cock.

Stacy picked up the pace, slamming her foaming cunt against my hips -- driving my cock deep into her inner recesses. She had an almost wild desperation to fuck -- to come on my cock -- to capture my fluids in her body. She was telling me all this as our bodies drove together. 

Then I felt the automatic ripples of the muscles inside of her start. First they rippled down my cock, pulling me into her body then they went in both directions ensuring that I was sufficiently stimulated to ejaculate. I was. The waves of pleasure swept over us at the same time. Our breathing stopped for a short time as the spasms hit and washed through us.

Stacy collapsed on my chest, rubbing her erect nipples into my body for a few moments as she relaxed onto me. I hugged her tightly and told her how much I loved her and how grateful I was that she was who she was: my girl friend, my wife, my lover, the mother of my children, an extremely competent consultant, and an agent for the CIA.

*****

Katrina was nervous coming to London the following week to meet Stacy. I have to admit I would have been terrified, more so than even the riskiest spy mission I could envision. She handled it with élan, however. 

Stacy had gotten the kids to go on sleepovers at friends' homes for the weekend. Since we'd hosted several of them it wasn't a problem when they disappeared and to tell the truth I think they were glad to be out of the house and away from their parents. She'd also given the housekeeper the weekend off, insisting that she not be present in the flat for the weekend. Stacy had also insisted that Katrina stay with us. Out of some sense of propriety and with Kendra's approval, she turned Kendra's room into a guest room. 

I got back from work just a few minutes before Katrina was expected. Stacy was home looking like a million bucks and the perfect hostess. She'd come home from the office a couple of hours early to be sure the flat was in order and to make 'arrangements' and see the kids off to their friends' homes for the weekend. She was wearing heels and a short dress that showed off many of her assets to best advantage, plus she'd done her long hair into a sexy twist. I could smell some kind of roast as I came in the door.

Stacy flattened herself against me, grinding her hips into mine. "Hello, you sexy man." She kissed me with a passionate kiss. "You look worried." I nodded. "I'm not going to eat her -- or fight with her -- or challenge her -- or anything embarrassing. I want to make a friend. And this might shock you, I might even want to meet a lover." She gave me a lecherous grin.

"Oh wow," I mumbled as I thought of the implications of her last statement. 

"So, just relax. We won't be bothered until Sunday afternoon when the kids come home -- if they do. I'm open ... very open to just about anything that might happen. I want us all to be friends, lovers, and to grow with each other. I hope Kat feels that way too." I nodded.

The doorbell rang. Stacy kissed me again the headed for the door with me close behind.

Katrina looked stunning. Even Stacy was taken back with her beauty. There was a long silence as we all looked at each other with smiles of satisfaction on our faces. Finally, Stacy broke the silence by pulling Katrina to her and kissing her on her cheeks the way women do, "Katrina come in. Our home is your home. David, get her suitcase." I pecked Katrina on the cheek and picked up her bag. We gave her a brief tour of the flat and then I was banished to the kitchen to get drinks for the three of us.

I couldn't really hear the conversation from the living room, only a word every now and then as the two of them talked. So much of communication is non-verbal. I stood and listened. Stacy's tone was all welcoming and solicitous; Katrina's was curious and almost apologetic. I could feel some bonding going on so I was slow with the wine.

As I came into the room with my tray, I served Katrina then Stacy and then stood before them and toasted, "To the two most beautiful women in the world ... who I love with all my might. Thank you both for being the people you are and for being open to ... to this crazy arrangement." Both women laughed and drank. 

"There's nothing like hanging your linen out in the open," Stacy said looking at Katrina. She smiled and reached and held her hand. Katrina actually got a tear in her eye.

"Thank you both. Thank you for accepting me the way you do. Stacy, this is awkward. I mean I knew David was married when we started. I never thought ..."

Stacy interrupted her, "Oh stop. We're adults with sexual urges and drives and needs for love and affection -- sometimes wherever we find it. The past decade has been a ... a boring period in our marriage. I want to fix that now and you are part of that fix -- for the short term -- for the long term. Alyana may be too. I'm sorry she couldn't join us but perhaps it's better that we do this slowly -- incrementally."

Katrina nodded and I could see her squeeze Stacy's hand in gratitude. 

We shared some hors d'oeuvres and then Stacy's wonderful roast with all the trimmings. I felt all of us relax more as the evening progressed. Katrina helped us do clean up. 

There was that awkward "what next?" question on everyone's mind as we finished in the kitchen. Stacy fixed that by stating, "Well, I'm getting ready for bed. You two can talk or whatever." Without another word she disappeared down the hallway towards the master bedroom. Katrina and I were almost speechless.

Katrina spoke first, "I love her. She's soooo nice. No wonder you married her. I'm surprised you let her get mixed up with The Company. I know you had to tell her but it could have ended there; she didn't have to go on payroll."

We chatted a few minutes then it seemed like we should all head to bed. I hugged and kissed Katrina, somewhat passionately but I think neither of us wanted to push the issue and risk hurting Stacy. She went into the guest room and I made sure she had towels and knew where the guest bath was.

I walked into the master bedroom. Stacy was just getting into bed in her t-shirt. I saw a flash of her naked butt as she scooted under the covers. "What are you doing here?" she said to me with genuine surprise, "You're supposed to go and make love to Katrina. You haven't seen her for over a month."

"I can't do that," I said. "It wouldn't feel right with you being abandoned in here."

"Then go get her. Get her in here. We'll be together -- the three of us. We both want you anyway. I'm horny and I bet she is too. Go on. Go get her." I studied Stacy to be sure there were no hidden messages as there are sometimes in a marriage; I detected none.

I opened the door to Katrina's room with only a brief knock. She'd taken her top off and was standing in bra and slacks. I walked to her and kissed her with passion; she responded well. Finally, I said, "Come to bed with us. We both want you. I need you. I love you."

"Oh David," she said and hugged me tightly with tears in her eyes.

I pulled her belt open and helped her shed her slacks. I reached around behind her as we hugged and released the catch on her bra, pulling it forward off her body. Then I stooped and tugged her delicate thong down her legs, kissing the area around her pussy since I was right there. She stood before me naked except for a beautiful strand of pearls around her neck. 

I picked her up and she put her arms around my neck. I carried her beautiful naked form into our bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed next to Stacy. Stacy peeled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it beside the bed then leaned over and tenderly kissed Katrina on the lips. Kat put an arm around Stacy's neck and kissed back.

Stacy said, "Now THIS is your official welcome to London."

Katrina said softly, "Thank you for being you, so much." She looked at me, "Thank you both."

I sank to the bed pulling Katrina's legs over my shoulders and running my tongue around her pubic area without going near her slit. I could see Stacy starting to massage Kat's breasts and then I watched her mouth one of her nipples. The two women then kissed some more. I reached over and inserted some fingers into Stacy's pussy, not at all surprised that it was so wet with the anticipation of our encounter; she moved to allow me greater access.

Katrina started writhing beneath our concerted efforts. I knew her well enough to know that she was holding back, perhaps in nervousness over her visit; I didn't want to allow her that luxury. I re-doubled my efforts on her love chamber, bringing every technique I could think of to bring her to a royal peak. I explored her with my fingers and found some textured skin deep in her on the front of her vagina; when I started to massage this area I could watch the eyes in her head roll up to the ceiling and feel her groin muscles all clasp and release in synch with my attentions. Someone had told me that some women have a "G-spot" that is highly stimulating and I guessed that I had discovered one in Katrina.

I focused on my new discovery with several fingers as I smothered her clitoris with my mouth, using my tongue extensively. When I was at maximum effort and I saw that Stacy was sucking and pinching Kat's breasts with great attention, I finally felt Katrina's body start to rise off the bed, pushing towards me. Next, I felt the walls of her vagina spasm around my fingers then ripple up and down. She let out a little shriek of joy then locked my head between her legs and came -- hard. A couple of jets of her ejaculate washed over my face and chin; her hand tried to hold my head and hands motionless against her flooding pussy; her breathing peaked and stopped. Katrina held this pose for twenty seconds then collapsed in a heap back onto the bed, fully relaxing the hold she had on me and, as I looked up, the hold she'd had with her other arm on Stacy's head.

"Oooooooh my God," Katrina said in a nearly desperate voice, "you ... both ... what can I say. You sent me to heaven. Ouuuuuuuu wow!" She looked at Stacy with big eyes and pulled her so she could kiss her lips. I took that as my cue to come up and kiss her too; I was welcomed with a huge embrace and passionate kiss. "Oh I love it when I can taste me on you; it's almost as good as when I can taste the two of us." She turned to Stacy, "Do you do that with him?"

Stacy said, "No, but I'm taking your comment as a recommendation." She reached across Katrina and put an arm around my neck and pulled me to her lips. I French kissed Stacy across Kat; Stacy ran her tongue deep in my mouth, hitting my gums, tongue and both cheeks in her thorough examination. She then pulled away and said, "I can taste Katrina on you ... and I like her taste." She smiled at me then lapped my chin that was still dripping with Kat's girl juice. "Yummmm," she said, "how have I managed to miss this all my life?"




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 02



I moved between Stacy's legs to repeat my performance. I'd visited this nest often in all our years of marriage; it had a comfortable aroma and taste, yet given the newness of our situation I felt like I was discovering this beautiful woman for the first time. As I started to lick and suck, I suddenly found I had company; Katrina snuggled into me in her nakedness, licking and sucking on Stacy's clit and pussy as she started her own explorations. I watched the erotic act from a unique closeness; Stacy had shut eyes and lay back to enjoy whatever we did to her.

I moved up and made love to Stacy's flat stomach and abs, then the areas beneath and to the side of each of her breasts, and finally to her chest and neck, then after a long passionate kiss I delivered all the love I could to her breasts, pulling and sucking as much of her mounds into my mouth as was physically possible, tonguing her nipples and areolas, and using my rough hands to send my messages of love and passion to her.

I'd been told that a woman always knows how to make love to another woman better than a man. I was not proved wrong in those many minutes we loved together. Katrina brought Stacy to a shuddering climax better than anything I'd produced in her that year. Stacy's entire body spasmed as she came, her arms slapping the bed in a release of pent-up energy just shy of a nuclear detonation. Her body arched into the two of us and she emitted a string of epithets: "Ooooooooooh fuck. Fuck me. Ooooooh eat my cunt -- suck my clit. Oooooooooh shit. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ooooooooh." She was panting like a wild animal, her eyes rolling around in her head.

I moved up and kissed her. She practically devoured my mouth and then my head as she pulled me into the kiss. Wow! What a passionate person. I briefly thought, where has this been for the past twenty years. I've been bringing the wrong friends home.

Kat came up and joined us, madly kissing Stacy who returned the favor with the same enthusiasm as she had my attentions. We caressed her body, smoothing her breasts and body as she floated down from her astronomical high. As she returned to something near 'normal,' she looked at each of us and said, "Thank you both. That was ... one of my all time best peaks." She panted some more then added, "I've never ... never been with a woman before." She looked at Kat; "I hope it won't be the last time. You ... thank you my darling ... thank you." I actually felt proud that I had gotten Katrina to come and join us, however awkward it seemed at first.

Both women realized that I hadn't cum so I became the next focus of sexual attention that wonderful night. Stacy knows that I much prefer vaginal orgasms to blowjobs. That said, I was the subject of two women giving me the most sensational blowjob (blowjobs?) I'd ever experienced. Kat was deep throating me and showing Stacy how to do that; the combination of the expert and the amateur was almost too much, but I somehow held off my cum.

Finally, Stacy came and kissed me. "I want to watch you and Katrina. Cum in her. I'll have you more now that I've found you again. Make love to her. Make love to her ... and you make love to me." She kissed me and nudged me towards Katrina who had heard her speak. 

I pulled Katrina up beside us and we both kissed her. I rolled over one of her legs and assumed a position where I could slip my titanium shaft into her dripping pussy. We'd loved enough that it was a familiar place to be and we coupled easily. I pushed deep into her then lowered myself and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you," I said to Kat -- looking deep into her eyes.

I turned to Stacy and pulled her to us with one arm; "I love you," I said as I kissed her too. She smiled back at me tenderly after our kiss.

Somehow it wasn't important that I last a long time only that I express my love and affection to these two women. Eventually we came together, our climaxes extreme pleasures that pleased us both -- and pleased Stacy who'd been masturbating beside us as she watched us fuck. She'd somehow managed to be in synch with our release as well. I fell between the two women and cradled them to my chest, whispering words of love to the two of them. The three of us fell asleep that way. I felt I was in heaven and I learned the next morning that they did too.

*****

I spent most of the following week alone in Copenhagen giving a seminar and marketing to a couple of companies in the City. I was pleased with the results of the trip. It was a successful week for McKennitt & Company. Our new office now had a dozen consultants and several contractors in it besides Stacy and me; we were a growing concern. We were growing so fast, in fact, that I was thinking we had to get larger office quarters than what we were in.

While the business was great, the sex was the greatest. Stacy had left that Monday morning with Katrina to go to Milan. She was spending the entire week at the training facility; plus the two women were together every night. Oh, my mind went wild.

I got home Thursday night. Our housekeeper-sitter had retired for the night but the kids were still up watching television. We paid an exorbitant price to get about a dozen American TV channels; this was how our kids stayed in touch with what was going on in the United States. Two new channels had started a year or two before that captured the kids' attention: something called MTV and another called CNN. They were watching some new group called Duran Duran in something called a music video on MTV. In the interest of fatherhood I sat and watched with them, but my thoughts were in a hotel room in the Grand Hotel Et de Milan. I hoped my lovers were having the time of their life; I found myself smiling at the thought. Kiley gave me a funny look.

I spent most of Friday at a new client in The City of London, whizzed through the office giving cheer and goodwill to everyone for the weekend, and then headed home. The housekeeper was heading off for the weekend at her sister's again, which was fine with me. The kids were also on their way over to friends' homes for the weekend. I wondered if they were getting sufficient parental attention. I ate the dinner I'd been left then started to do my real and fictitious expense reports on the dining room table.

About eight o'clock I heard a cab pull up in front of the house. Stacy came in and threw herself into my arms and showered me with kisses. "Where are the kids?" she asked. I explained they'd gone for sleepovers again. "Good," she said, "I'm VERY horny and I'm going to fuck your brains out. Come with me." I was a willing soul but worried about the loss of gray matter.

Ten minutes later we were joined together by my favorite appendage and extending our love making so we could romance each other. As we did she started to tell me of her week.

Yes, she'd had all the great training at the CIA training center off Duomo Square in Milan. She'd also spent a day on the test track near Navara too and felt she'd be a ruthless driver because of it. "But," she said, "that's not the best of my time in Milan." She gave me a big lecherous grin and lapped her chops. Finally, she blurted it out, "I met Alyana. The three of us made love -- WOW! No wonder I'm so horny. I love them but right now I really love you ... and I'd love your cock in my pussy. We ALL voted you the guy we'd most like to fuck." I was pleased with my landslide victory in the elections.

Stacy pushed me over onto my back and remounted me, sliding down my very erect penis until her warm vagina was jammed against my pubic bone. She had her eyes closed savoring the penetration. "Oooooh, you are just so great," she said. "And I am ... I am in a rush to cum ... so you can wait ... or ... you ... can ... cum ... with ... me." She exploded and I followed right behind her, our sweaty bodies flowing together when she fell into my arms.

As we lay in the afterglow of our orgasms Stacy told me about all her evening times. Kat and she had arrived in Milan at mid-day Monday, so the rest of the day had been spent in small arms training and some martial arts practice. That evening the two of them had a 'romantic' dinner at the hotel and then made love to one another. She said, "Both of us wished you'd been there."

Tuesday she'd been in her training alone most of the day; she'd met two other 'students' but there hadn't been too much communication. When she got back to the hotel she opened the door to the room Kat and she were sharing to find Kat and another woman sitting and talking in the suite's living room. She said, "Kat had called Alyana in Moscow and told her about me ... and I guess about us ... I mean the weekend the three of us shared. Alyana got on the next airplane to Milan. She wanted to be part of 'us'." 

"Well," Stacy said, "I had to show her Americans love the Russians. So I walked up to her and kissed her -- I mean I really kissed her. The kind of kiss that lights up the sky and makes your pussy glow red." She grinned at me. "Alyana kissed back. Then Katrina joined us. And then we were all nude on the bed making love -- lots of sucking, tongues, fingers, and a few toys that Kat produced from her suitcase -- oh, and lots of orgasms. We finally came up for air around nine o'clock, dressed and went and got dinner. Then we went back and did it all over again." She shot me another sly grin.

She went on, "We did it again on Wednesday, but Alyana had to leave on Thursday morning, so she left and that night -- last night -- just Katrina and I made love. She's really very tender and, oh honey, I am in love with her." Stacy leaned in and kissed me.

"Are we OK?" I asked tentatively.

"Oh, yes my darling. Just thank you for understanding my explorations ... and my new lovers. They're your lovers too -- Katrina especially. And I love them, I really do. We formed a real bond over the week that wouldn't have happened if you'd been there. The awkwardness that she had when she arrived a week ago is gone completely. We really are a threesome -- I guess a foursome if Alyana is around."

"Thank you," I said and kissed her nose. I bent my head down and started to mouth one of Stacy's breasts. "So go on," I urged her.

"One thing I sense. Alyana is very in love with Ivan Rostofsky too -- probably more than you if that's possible. I know you're OK with that but I can sense it. I also learned that you are her sexual mentor, with his blessing. That sort of clarified some things in my mind. She said that he was very taken with you, not sexually I might add, but professionally and as a friend. She knows he wants to see you again sometime soon."

"Maybe he'd make it a fivesome," I tossed out.

"Well if he's the man she described him to be ... well, I could be persuaded ... as a matter of National defense ... you know ... I could fuck his brains out too." She grinned at me but also checked to see what my response was. 

I nodded as though that was another one of her great ideas, however, my cock gave away my true feelings. I was still nestled in her pussy but I'd deflated. As she started to talk about adding Ivan to our mix and screwing with him, I suddenly turned rock hard again.

Stacy looked at me in surprise, "Oh, that idea excites you too. Well, it excited me when the three of us talked about it two nights ago as we were all there aching for some cock -- yours and Ivan's. I thought, oh hell, why not try him -- in the name of better international relations of course." I pulsed inside her and she started to rise up and down on me with greater vigor, bringing me to full steam. "Why as Alyana talked about him I could almost feel his long, engorged cock penetrating me ... then sliding back and forth into me with his power and strength -- then his excitement at fucking me -- and then the wash of his cum through my body as his strong arms pulled me into a kiss." She kept talking this way for a few more moments.

That was it. I'm a sucker for dirty talk. I exploded some more cum into my wife's soggy pussy. She came too and then we really collapsed. 

"Thank you," I said, "I've had my brains fucked out."

"My pleasure, kind sir. It's the new specialty of the house." She paused then added, "Oh and good news, next week we're both going to Milan to be with Kat."

*****

Four Months Later

I was scheduled to give the keynote speech at an information systems conference in Copenhagen the following week. It was winter in Europe and it was usually pretty cold. I'd prepared a witty talk as well as lined up some client work that would keep me in that beautiful city most of that week earning consulting revenue for the firm. It was then that I got a call from Ivan Rostofsky.

"Hello, David my friend. I see you will be in Copenhagen at the IS conference. I will be there too -- but alone unfortunately. I am wondering whether you can spare me some time -- dinner perhaps as my guest."

"Ivan. I would be delighted. I have nothing booked on any of the evenings that week. I will be in town the night before the conference starts and only have my days booked there with client work. How about we meet on Tuesday night? I'm staying at the SAS Royal Hotel."

"Excellent. I will call you the day before and arrange our meeting place and time. I'm not sure where I'm staying yet. I will be in touch." He paused then said, "Until then. Warm regards from Alyana and me."

I bid him regards from Katrina and me and we hung up. I pondered the call and what it meant. I called Kat's contact number and left a brief message for her telling of the call and meeting the following week.

*****

Ivan had gotten a room at the same hotel. We met in the lobby on that Tuesday night and started walking to the Gødt, one of the most famous restaurants in all of Scandinavia. Fortunately, the weather had moderated; that said, it was still overcoats and gloves at night.

He was not one to beat around the bush and thus as we started walking the blocks to the restaurant he started to talk about the women and how much he appreciated the time we had in Milan when we had our foursome. He also acknowledged my time with Alyana a couple of months later as well as the time Alyana had spent with Katrina and Stacy.

"You have taught Alyana many things -- things that she uses to please me." He looked at me with a sincere expression on his face, "I guess I am not creative when it comes to sex. I think I was when I was twenty but now that I am fifty-one I think my years of being in a cold and boring marriage have taken their toll -- or perhaps it has been the military life. Alyana is trying to teach this old dog new tricks."

I asked, "Tell me about your marriage, if that's all right to ask about?"

He nodded. "I married when I was twenty-one; her name is Maria. Young officers in the Soviet Army were supposed to have a wife to help in their careers and to have children. We have no children. She became a doctor but I think she is bitter because she could not build a specialty since we kept having to move around the country so much. She does have a stable practice in Moscow now, mostly pregnant women and birthing babies. Our first years together were nice but then the passion turned to ice. We have not been together, in a sexual way, for a long time." He looked at me to see if I was going to judge him in any way; I did not and so he continued.

"I met Alyana three years ago and fell in love. Why she loves me I am not sure? She's twenty years younger than I am. I know she loves you also, but that has only seemed to increase her love for me -- how could I complain my friend." He patted me on the back as we walked. "I think Maria knows I have a lover. For all I know she might too, although she seems tired all the time with her work. I guess I gave up on the marriage a long time ago. I should divorce but just have never bothered. She is a nice friend - sometimes. Did you know that eighty percent of the marriages in Russia end in divorce. A sad state of affairs. Not much love in my country."

"How can I help, Ivan? You know there are books that give lots of ideas. I have read several of them. The Joy of Sex has been around for about ten years; it's a lover's bible and has lots of fun things to try. I'm sure there are others. I bet it's been translated into Russian too. I mean everyone loves to make love." I laughed.

We reached the restaurant and soon were seated in a small alcove with some excellent wine. Ivan was enjoying playing host and I relaxed in his presence. We both had seafood, their specialty, and the tour books were correct, the cuisine was truly wonderful.

Eventually, Ivan brought the conversation back to my relationships. "How do you do it David? You have all these women in love with you. And from what I can see through Alyana and a little with Katrina those days in Milan, there is no jealousy or worry between any of you -- not even this Stacy, your wife. Do you have a secret?" He leaned forward so he didn't miss any answer I might give.

I thought of how to answer him then started, "I love them ... each of them for who they are, not who I want them to be. If I start judging them, I stop loving them. I don't try to change them but I may try to teach them new things or encourage them in some way. I mean all of them are successful career women so why do they need me trying to intervene in their lives more than I might. We're each individuals with our own lives and we find joy and happiness sharing our lives with each other."

He was listening carefully so I continued, "As for jealousy, you have to realize what it is -- it's a fear that you'll lose something you possess that has value. If you realize the love you get is not a possession or a right, but is a gift from the person that gives it to you then you can't lose it -- it's not a possession. You may grieve if it stops, but you can't hold onto it any more than you can hold on to a beam of sunshine. Instead be thankful and try to put more into the relationship to make the people that gift you their love and trust want to keep doing so. If you do that you'll never have a jealous thought again nor will they. Place the other person's happiness above your own. Set them free and you set yourself free."

Ivan nodded and I went on, "The other thing I do is to try to purge negative things from how I think or what I say. It's amazing how this affects your relationships with people. If you're a negative person, people don't want to be around you; if you're positive and upbeat people will love you. If you're in the middle, I guess you're normal." We both laughed.

We continued talking as we walked back to the hotel. Ivan pulled me into the hotel bar to continue; I felt he was hanging on my every word. 

Eventually we got on politics. Reagan was acting very hawkish towards the Soviets. I admitted that I was not happy with his stance and wished he'd soften his approach. "Too much saber rattling" I told him. "It takes us to the brink opposite each other again and again. Why can't we all just sit in a bar and be friends ... and fuck each others lovers." I grinned at him. I thought he'd fall off his stool laughing.

"You are right, my friend," Ivan laughed, "our politics should be more like your description of how to love and appreciate those who love us."

I asked Ivan what he wanted out of life and what he expected. He surprised me by talking about how he'd hoped for a beautiful retirement but now realized that he'd get a rather poor retirement pension from the military in a few more years and then they'd forget him. He said, "I'll become like an old rusty tractor left in the field; I did my duty while I had too but now ..."

"But you know so much about software and programming and all. Those skills are in high demand -- at least in the west."

Ivan said, "Ah, they should be in Russia but the young people capture those jobs today. The government tolerates old soldiers like me in the field, but even they are moving young kids into jobs like mine. Don't forget we have a managed economy and we're not managing to bring it into the computer age very well."




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 02



"If you could work in the west -- say after retirement, would you? If you could make a lot of money would you?" I asked.

"Oh, in a flash. Except for Alyana I have no strings. Maria ... she'd probably be happier if I left. My job ... lots of young guys ready to take it over and they might even do better at it than I do. Friends ... a few but Alyana is the most important to me and I think she'd come with me. That's all. So, yes, for more comfort and ease I'd leave Russia. I might never go back."

"Let me see what I can do for you Ivan," I said. "Now, it's late and I have to shine with my clients tomorrow. You said you were leaving. Are you going to the C-SIMS conference in Paris in April?"

"No. Should I?" he asked.

"Yes, you should, if nothing more than to hear the wonderful presentation I'm going to make on Expert Systems," we both laughed; I added, "Let me see if I can find any "deals" for you between now and then."

"Wonderful, my friend."

We hugged goodbye and I wondered if we were turning a dangerous corner. Sooner or later I was going to have to ask him to do the deed and probably reveal that I was employed by an un-named yet well-known government organization.

The next day Katrina flew in and we had a long lunch in Tivoli Gardens near our hotel. The weather was unseasonably warm and sunny that day and I was pleased to find that the young women that worked in all the surrounding offices flooded into the park at lunch, stripped to their panties and lay in the sunlight. The whole park was full of nearly naked women. Katrina chided my wandering eyes and laughed at my obvious erection.

We solved the erection problem by going back to the hotel and making mad passionate love all afternoon. We broke for dinner and then did it again. We were both happy with each other.

We also strategized about Ivan Rostofsky and what we could offer to entice his transfer of information to us, and possibly his defection. We both saw more value in his long-term presence in the west where he could be an adviser regarding Soviet defenses. I expressed my own concern regarding my own position and the potential dangers I saw. She nodded in agreement.

*****

One Month Later

Kat flew to London and we met at our flat. She brought her "bug tool" but we found the flat was not under surveillance. This was a good sign; it meant Stacy and I still hadn't been 'discovered'.

Katrina had a big smile on her face as we started meeting. I have some news for you -- both good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"Good news," Stacy injected into the conversation.

"I've negotiated a deal for Stacy, you, me ... and for Ivan." She paused for effect, "EACH of us will each get $10 million tax free if we can deliver the software for the Soviet defense system -- what we've been calling their 'Star Wars Program' -- similar to the one in the U.S."

My jaw fell open. Stacy fell back in her chair, her eyes as big as saucers. I think I said "holy shit" about a dozen times.

"Now for the bad news," Katrina finally said slowly. "This is one of the most dangerous assignments I've ever heard about. It goes far beyond just shuttling memos and bits of information and mis-information from one person to another. Their program is huge -- millions and millions of lines of code all in an arcane machine language. One guy in The Company I talked to said that if it was printed out on paper it'd probably fill a two-story house floor to ceiling. I'm at a loss to think of how we could get all that out of Russia let alone out of the secure facility when Ivan works."

"What about microfiche or a micro-camera?" I asked.

"A possibility, but a very time-consuming process to take all those pictures. You get about fifty lines of code on a page -- there'd be hundreds of thousands of pages."

"If it was put on a disk or a reel of tape, what was your expert's estimate on size?" Stacy asked.

"He didn't mention it. I don't know what the compression ratio is. I'll ask and that's a good idea."

"So," I started slowly, "someone has to ask Ivan to defect, get the code ... smuggle it out of the country ... and ... come along with it."

"That about sums it up," Katrina said. "Further, it can't be me. I'm on profile with them. They don't mind me wandering around Western Europe doing whatever it is I do, but I can't cross the border without being double-teamed. Even my courier days are over."

*****

Stacy came with me to Paris for the April C-SIMS meeting. I gave my speech and suddenly Ivan appeared to congratulate me. The two of us walked out of the auditorium and I found Stacy and introduced them. I could see that Ivan was impressed with her and vice versa. We made arrangements to meet for dinner at our hotel - the George V, a grand hotel and restaurant. Ivan was openly impressed.

Dinner was a grand affair. I watched with delight as Stacy and Ivan flirted incessantly with one another. He rapidly became enthralled with her and she with him. I knew we were making progress when I saw lots of touching and rubbing happening on their side of the table. Stacy was her most sophisticated and sexy self plus she'd dressed to all but reveal her breasts to him. Ivan responded well to her challenge. 

After dinner we invited Ivan up to our room for an after-dinner drink. He was more than happy to follow Stacy wherever she was going to lead him. We'd left the lights dimmed and the radio playing some soft jazz, so the room was already 'romantic' when we all walked in. Stacy sashayed into Ivan's arms, putting both hands behind his neck and whispering, "Dance with me." He started out politely, however, she pushed her body into his as much as she could -- from chest to knees, making a definite connection at hip level. I smiled to myself as I saw Ivan's eyes go wide at her first contact; Stacy can be very convincing.

To help get things started, I excused myself, ostensibly to go to the bathroom. Instead I went and turned down the large bed so it was ready when they were. I gave them about ten minutes and then slipped back into the living room of our suite to see what was happening.

Stacy had Ivan's cock out and in her mouth. She was practicing some of the things that Katrina had taught her about giving head and deep throating someone. From what I could see, she'd learned her lessons well. Ivan stood there with his pants around his ankles and a wide-eyed expression on his face. He was totally enjoying himself and, for that matter, Stacy looked like she was having fun too.

"If you keep that up you won't get what you really like," I finally said to Stacy. She paused and looked at me, nodded and then started to pull Ivan towards the bedroom by his erect cock. Of course he couldn't walk with his pants around his feet, so a rapid shedding of clothes by both Ivan and Stacy took place. Eventually a naked Stacy led a naked Ivan to the large bed. I shed mine as well and soon all three of us were in the bed together with Stacy in the middle. Stacy focused on Ivan, massaging his cock and pulling his head to her breasts. This gave me an opportunity to launch myself into her pussy, licking up the delicious nectar that her body produced when it was in heat. She was in heat big time -- there was a lot of nectar.

I suggested that Ivan and I change places and he seemed to like that idea. He proved to be better at cunnilingus than I gave him credit for. Only a few minutes after our switch he brought Stacy to her first orgasm of the night. She clutched onto me then pulled my mouth to hers as she spasmed into the orgasm; I could almost feel the blood from her intense kiss.

"Ivan, fuck me," she finally said. "Bring that big, beautiful cock of yours to my pussy and sink it into me. I want to feel every inch of you in me ... and I mean right now."

Ivan shot me a glance to see if I was still in full approval of what was happening between Stacy and him; I nodded encouragingly as I prepared to lean in and suck on her breasts some more. I knew that Stacy loved having her nipples sucked and lightly bitten and I intended to satisfy.

Ivan moved into position and then sank his long rod into her body. Stacy sighed with pleasure as he sank to his full depth in her body. Then he started a gentle in and out motion, apparently content to watch the erotic scene unfold before him. I sucked on her mammalaries. Stacy had another small orgasm, as she was prone to do when she was in a heightened state of sexual arousal. Ivan nearly lost it.

I whispered to him, "Ivan, don't cum. When you feel you are getting near, pull out and we'll swap places." He understood and nodded as he started to thrust into her again. Stacy was becoming a writhing mass of hot flesh on the bed. Two minutes later I heard him grunt and saw him withdraw, the purple head of his cock suddenly swinging into the open air. Stacy moaned and then the moan extended as I thrust into her vagina with my own hard rod. 

Ivan managed to position himself so Stacy couldn't reach and fondle him; he wanted to cool down whereas she wanted cum all over her and deep in her body. We'd get there but not on her timetable. 

I felt my cum arriving but pulled out before my body went on full automatic and I couldn't stop. I whispered, "Ivan, your turn." He took my place again burying his cock in Stacy's pussy. Stacy came again, writhing, arching, panting and moaning as she did. Ivan kept his nice steady pace right through her release. 

I rose and got our tube of Astroglide from my suitcase and returned to the bed. I motioned for the two of them to roll over so that Stacy was on top of Ivan. She did, tucking her knees up beside his prone form as she started to pound into his pelvic region with her own. I stopped her briefly as I lubricated her little pucker hole; then I pushed her down over Ivan and pushed into her with my steel rod. We'd done this before but not for a long time so Stacy knew to relax; in only a few seconds I slid deep into her ass. She not only gave a little shriek but also had another orgasm. Ivan's eyes were huge as he understood what we were now doing.

The two of us developed a technique of alternately thrusting in and out of Stacy's body, each of us in the hole we'd selected. She came again ... and again ... and then a third time with the two of us pushing into her and smoothing all over her body. I reached around at one point and massaged her clitoris right above where Ivan's cock was moving into her body. That was one of the three.

Ivan finally said, "I am very near my friends. I must release or my whole body will explode from the planet."

I nodded at him and said, "Me too."

Stacy said, "Thank God. I can't take much more of this. Finish me. Fuck me. Fill me with your cum -- both holes ... all holes. Shoot in me or all over me, I don't care which, just do me!"

Ivan groaned and thrust his body up into Stacy. Through her peritoneum I could feel the final thrusts of his cock into her body. I knew from the intensity that he was cuming deep in her cunt. Stacy started to spasm, not only in her pussy where I could feel it but also with her rectal muscles. The spasms rippled through her entire body. I shot my full load of jism deep into her bowels as I added my final thrusts to Ivan's. Stacy had her most intense orgasm of the decade, shrieking and moaning as she jumped around between the two of us with body-racking twitches and spasms.

Finally, she fell forward onto Ivan, pulling his face to hers and smothering his face and upper body with kisses and tongue. We were all in a high state of bliss.

I pulled away, leaving the two of them coupled. I slid off the bed and retrieved some washcloths from the bathroom. I waited to have them drenched in hot water before I wrung them out and brought them to my bedmates. Ivan appreciated the effort immediately and thanked me. 

Stacy rolled off him onto her back, her legs spread in open invitation. I could see the two rivulets of cum starting to ooze from her body orifices. I had no aversion to cum so I sank down and put my mouth over her entire vagina and sucked. I couldn't see Ivan's face, but Stacy told me later his jaw dropped open in amazement and awe. Stacy threw her head back and rode me as I ate the cum from her pussy; in the end she climaxed again, this time holding onto Ivan for dear life as the pleasure swept through her body.

I took the washcloth I'd brought for Stacy and then cleaned her up. She just lay back in Ivan's arms and enjoyed my ministrations. Eventually I tossed the cloth on the floor and came up and kissed her. She came into my arms and we kissed passionately. It told her I loved her deeply and that I was pleased we'd been able to bring such pleasure to her. 

Ivan apparently took this as his cue to leave. I nudged Stacy; she rose and went to the nude Colonel before he'd found his clothing, "You could stay the night with me if you want."

"No, Stacy," he said, "you and your husband need time to savor the love you have for each other. With your indulgence I shall join you tomorrow for breakfast; please call me when you are ready for my company." 

She kissed him tenderly and whispered "Thank you" to him. He left five minutes later.

Stacy came to me in all her sexiness, pulling my cock into her mouth to harden me again. Finally, she rose over me, dropping her moist pussy down my cock; "You know I never get tired of making love with you -- any way at all. What Ivan and you did to me was intense and I loved every second it and I look forward to a repeat performance some time soon. That said, I'm content when it's just the two of us making love or fucking or screwing or whatever it is depending on our mood."

I kissed her and she kissed back. Then she added emphatically, "Now fuck me -- hard!"

I did.

*****

The next morning, Stacy and I met Ivan and a small and relatively unoccupied outdoor café just down the street from the hotel. The three of us got our pastries and liquids and sat in relative silence. Stacy finally leaned in and kissed Ivan and said, "Thank you for last night. It meant a lot to me. I can tell you like me." She gave him a big grin as he started to protest the use of such a weak word for what had happened. 

Eventually he said, "I could love you forever Stacy. Who knows, perhaps I will."

We ate and watched the commuters racing by to their jobs. 

I mustered up my courage and finally broached the most delicate of subjects with Colonel Ivan Rostofsky, head of Soviet Missile Defense Software Systems. "Ivan, I need to talk to you about something very sensitive. It concerns your job and ... well the future of you in Russia and ... who knows, maybe what happens between our countries for the next thousand years."

Ivan looked intrigued. Stacy understood the cue and said, "This sounds like 'men talk,' please excuse me while I look at that little newspaper stall just down the way." She got up and left the table.

I continued, "I have a proposition for you that you may just want to reject out of hand. I hope you'll listen all the way through this with me and ... and not lose your temper ... and certainly I hope not reject our friendship." I made sure he was with me and went on, "I have explored the job situation and have a very unique offer for you. The benefit is that it will provide you a bank account with $10 million in United States currency."

Ivan's jaw dropped open much as mine had when I'd heard the amount. He was numb. I waited a moment for the idea to sink in.

I eventually went on, "The quid pro quo for that money is that the United States government would like to have the software code you and your group have developed for the missile defense system." I let the entire proposition sit on the table for a minute before I went on. Ivan frowned.

"We'd talked in Copenhagen about how loving people is sort of like politics. I'd like to think that such a move would help put a damper on the Cold War and help improve U.S.-Soviet relations. My guess is that when we saw what you have, we'd stop worrying about our own Star Wars project or whatever we call it."

"Why do you say that David?" Ivan asked suspiciously.

I laughed, "Well I understand software and information systems -- in fact I am almost a world-class expert in parts of this industry. Someone told me that your programs are probably millions and millions of lines of software code." Ivan nodded in agreement; I went on, "Well, unless you are phenomenal, walk on water, talk to God, and probably come from another solar system, you can't have that many lines of code unless it is riddled with hundreds -- even thousands -- of errors. What you have is basically useless; it can't drive a missile defense system. Well, maybe it can, but you're as apt to shoot the top off the Kremlin as you are to bring down an incoming ballistic missile with it." He nodded slowly in agreement.

I went on, "If you were to 'leak' the code to us, we would see all that was wrong with it. Believe me, I don't think the United States is any further along. In fact, I guess based on the news and blabbing congressmen that we're much farther behind. That makes us edgy and thus we have our fingers closer to the trigger for World War III. If we knew what you had was basically a pile of shit, we'd back down." I smiled at him. He nodded some more.

We were both quiet for a long time. He thought about the whole proposition. I could see him weighing the pros and cons of the deal.

"Where would I go afterwards? The U.S.?"

"I think you can go anywhere in the world you want to go. My guess is that, at least for a while, you won't be too welcome in Russia. Maybe after a decade you could go back; people have a way of forgetting. We'd provide you a complete identity change if you want it -- even plastic surgery."

"What about Alyana ... and Maria?" he asked.

"Alyana can come too. No problem. We can give her a new identity too. That said, Stacy, Katrina and I want to see you twp and be with you both often." I smiled at him. "As for Maria, the less you tell her the more protected she'll be. She can't say anything about what she doesn't know about. I doubt even the KGB will hurt her except for some injections of truth serum that will prove she doesn't know anything." He nodded and thought some more. Over his shoulder I could see Stacy browsing magazines at the newsstand on the corner.

"What would I do? How do I smuggle out thirty-five million lines of code that exist on three separate mainframe computers?" Ivan asked.

"We haven't got the slightest idea," I said, "I guess that's part of how we'll earn our millions. We've talked about it and tapes seem the most logical way, but ..." I shrugged.

"David, I am not proud to admit that your proposition intrigues me. I am likely to do what it takes to earn that money. I will eventually miss Russia -- at my age I think I could never go back alive. Let me think about this and we will be in touch somehow." He paused then added, "You might wonder whether I will talk to anyone else about this. We seem to have some trust with each other; I want you to know that I will never speak to anyone of this other than you -- not Alyana, not Maria, no one."

"Thank you, Ivan. I know this is not the easiest situation I have put you in and for this I am sorry. That said, I cannot picture you in your retirement playing chess in front of a gray projekt apartment complex. You need love and sunshine; I think Stacy and I can help you find that path."

We stood and he hugged me like a brother. We looked closely at each other's faces. Then he walked down the street towards Stacy. I watched the two of them embrace, kiss, talk briefly, kiss again, and then Ivan walked away on his way back to Moscow.

*****

Katrina flew in to Paris and we spent the night together. The first part of the evening she de-briefed us. I tried to repeat every word and phrase and nuance I'd sensed from him. Suddenly I learned why Katrina was a handler. With Kat, too, we could be completely open about our sex and love making the night before. She understood and even grinned at us as we told her of our erotic escapades.




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 02



The second part of the night we created our own erotic escapades. Somehow I came three times that night -- twice in Katrina and once in Stacy. My seed was sure being spread around. The three of us slept together all entangled and in the afterglow of our lovemaking. We were all very tender and loving with each other in the morning; what a nice way to wake up. Eventually, Kat returned to Frankfurt, Stacy headed off for two days at the Milan training center, and I went back to London.

*****

I returned a call I'd had from the computer guy in The Company. He was more nuts and bolts than I was and he was probably going to be one of the guys that would pick apart whatever Ivan could get to us. He told me that based on Ivan's remark about 35 million lines of code and making a reasonable assumption of ten bytes per line, and knowing that you could put about 80 to 120 million bytes on a half-inch wide reel of tape, the math worked out to be about five or six reels of tape. A reel of tape was about fifteen inches around in its protective case.

Now I needed to think through how to get a box of five or six tape reels out of the Soviet Union. Hummmmm!

Stacy and I kicked the problem around over the weekend. She had the same response I did. "Hummmmm!"

*****

Stacy came up with the winning idea for how to move the tapes out of the Soviet Union. I had a couple of ideas for how to get hold of the tapes themselves -- with Ivan's cooperation. We ran some scenarios and fine-tuned our ideas. Over the summer, we sent a message to Ivan on the Katrina to Alyana channel.

I met Ivan at a computer fair in Vienna in late September. He was onboard with the idea of defecting and helping us get hold of the tapes. He was still worried about repercussions on his wife or Alyana but decided that they'd manage just fine if he told them nothing. I offered again to provide either of them a change of identities if he wanted them; he asked that we prepare one for Alyana and one for himself.

We then talked about the nitty-gritty of getting the tapes out of Russia. I described Stacy's idea to him and he thought it would be a good one, however, his concern was how to get the tapes from his secure building to our hands. Finally, we came up with a solution. Ivan would have to change his schedule a bit but it would probably work. We also needed to meet again before our caper. I gave him a small camera to use until then.

The following month I was in Brussels for two days at another information systems conference where I was the keynote. Ivan found me and slipped the camera back to me. We didn't even acknowledge each other except for a sixty second conversation. He said everything was all right and disappeared. I nodded and we returned to our 'normal' lives.

*****

In mid-November, Stacy and I arrived in Moscow playing the role of out-of-season tourists. We were no longer David and Stacy Krall either; we were Ralph and Edna Morgan from Omaha, Nebraska. I was much older, a arthritic and used a cane; my long, shaggy salt-and-pepper hair and mustache a testament to my years of hard work. Edna was an aging portly woman with dyed red hair, droopy breasts and wide hips; she had to sway when she walked to carry all her extra weight. Edna even had some photographs of some of her long distant cousins that were Russian; part of our sightseeing trip to Moscow was to see if we could look up her relatives. We both spoke a little Russian (more than we let on) and we certainly had our strong mid-west accents.

We carried a Styrofoam picnic cooler with us with some western steaks in it on dry ice that we had brought 'all the way from Omaha'. We wanted to share these beautiful cuts of meat, a specialty in Omaha, with the relatives we were to meet. Customs thought our import was interesting but paid us no mind. I made careful note of the departing customs and immigration section of the hall we were in as well as the name and rank of the customs clerk that handled our arrival into Russia.

We got a rental car at the airport and drove into the City and checked into the Moscow Hotel, a modest hotel by western standards but probably the best in the Soviet Union. We spent the first day taking a tour and walking around the Kremlin taking pictures with all the other tourists. We even just happened to walk by the office building where Ivan worked to make sure we really understood the physical layout he'd described to us. 

The hotel was accommodating and got us more ice for our cooler. Ivan slipped into our room on our second evening in Moscow. We all had thought about having a sexual encounter but we were all too keyed up and nervous over what we were doing, so we just hugged and wished each other success. Ivan left with the steaks. Later that night we broke the cooler apart.

Inside the Styrofoam walls, bottom and top of the cooler were six computer tapes - exact replicas of the backup tapes now routinely kept in Colonel Ivan Rostofsky's office. The pictures Ivan had taken with our little camera were of the original backup tapes with all their stickers, scrapes and markings. The physical appearance of the tapes from the cooler was identical to those used in the daily backups. The tapes, however, were unreadable due to a 'malfunction' of the recording head on the nine-track tape unit. Further the reels were of a polymer plastic that would not show up on airport or immigration x-rays. The tapes could be used to make another backup but no material on any of the six could be read or deciphered. Each tape had been wrapped in a protective plastic before it was sealed in the special Styrofoam.

We were fortunate that Ivan had an office that faced a small park on the outside of the building rather than the interior courtyard of his complex that was protected by building security. Directly beneath his second floor window was some shrubbery. This was the good news. The bad news was that there were surveillance cameras everywhere. We'd figured this was the case but it still made our job more risky. Ivan had started months earlier to arrive at his office about five o'clock in the morning; thus, we'd at least have the cover of darkness for our swap. 

On the crucial morning when our caper started, Ivan arrived at his 'usual' time. He did not turn on the lights in his office that day. Instead, Ivan pushed the vent window of his office open and lowered the six tapes of entire missile defense software system on a spool of piano wire we'd given him. Ivan's fingerprints were not on the tapes, just in case; however, the fingerprints of several computer operators were intentionally left there as a potential diversion should we be caught. 

Ivan waited in his office with the lights out until a dark car paused outside his window for a few seconds then pulled up six replacement tapes. He put these in the secure safe in his office and locked it. According to plan, the car disappeared and so did Ivan. He left his building complaining of a sudden headache.

Stacy and I -- excuse me, Edna and I -- had rented the largest car we could find, ostensibly to drive around Moscow and some of the suburbs to see relatives. What we wanted was horsepower. Officially, the Morgan's were going to return the car at the airport and catch the early flight to Vienna on Aeroflot. We checked out of the hotel exactly at five a.m., driving away with our luggage. We'd wiped the room down.

At 5:10 a.m. we drove past Ivan's office with our lights off. I stopped on the road near his window. Stacy was out of the car, had picked up the tapes, left the replacements and was back in the car in less than thirty seconds. We'd rehearsed the swap many times. We pulled away trying not to call attention to ourselves in the light traffic.

But we had been seen. Just as we turned a corner two blocks down from Ivan's large, dull building where we'd stopped, I looked back and saw a security car come barreling out of the building's courtyard heading in our direction. I floored it and raced away, taking two rapid corners in hopes of evading our pursuers. Stacy was holding on for dear life. The security car was more powerful and kept getting closer. I doubled back with a couple of more turns but could not shake them.

When the powerful pursuit car was just about off our rear bumper I saw in the rear-view mirror that the guard riding in the front seat was leaning out his window with a pistol. I shouted to Stacy, "Get down. Gun!" We both ducked as the rear window of our car shattered and a bullet pock marked the front window between us.

I slammed on my brakes and the pursuit car slammed into our backend, knocking them more a kilter than us since we'd expected the collision and were braced for it. I accelerated away from them again, but they were still in close pursuit. 

Stacy pulled my Glock from my holster and chambered a round. We'd only brought one gun and a couple of magazines. She popped up over the seat and fired pointblank into the windshield of the following security car. Their windshield pocked into a spider web of cracks. They dropped back a little then decided to make a run at us. They caught up to us again and moved out to pull abreast of us; several more shots whizzed through our car, puncturing the windows. We stayed low, as we'd been taught. Stacy fired two more shots at them.

As their car was almost beside me I hit the brakes hard and yanked the steering wheel in their direction, just as I'd been taught. Two amazing things happened within two seconds. First, as our car braked and rotated it solidly kissed the rear quarter-panel of their car as they sped by us, sending it careening off its straight course, over a dividing strip of grass, and into the courtyard of an apartment building where it collided hard with several parked cars. Now they were out of commission. Second, our car continued its rotation and as I accelerated again we started to move rapidly away from our pursuers in our desired direction. The car's rear end was crunched, the left front fender badly dented, and most of the glass had been shot out of our vehicle.

We left the City to the southwest then headed north to the airport. Traffic was moving rapidly at the early hour and starting to get heavy and so we were able to blend in with all the other cars - except for the damage to the car. Fortunately, it was still dark so the condition of our car was not as evident as it would be in daylight. That said, we did stand out and there was now probably a police broadcast about our vehicle. I thought about ditching the car but thought I'd risk trying for the airport since we were managing to drive at more than a eighty miles per hour -- thus the time to make the trip would be short.

As we drove Stacy leaned over and swept the glass from the back seat. She then rolled into the back and stripped her "Edna suit" off. She balled up the padding, clothes, support hose, dowdy shoes, and wig into a tight ball and stuffed them into a shopping bag we'd brought for the purpose. I could smell her make-up remover as she used it to strip her face of the facial putty, wrinkles and hair she'd acquired for her role. When it was safe and we were away from other cars I lost my mustache, wig and my bushy eyebrows as well as most of my make-up. Stacy had changed into a trim black haired woman wearing touristy clothing. When she was through she rolled back into the front seat. She held the steering wheel and pushed on the accelerator with her left foot while I stripped off my shoddy clothing in favor of a trendy sweat suit, sneakers and dark hair. She added my clothing, toupee and disguise to the garbage in the bag. 

We made the airport without incident and left the car in a long-term parking lot rather than the rental car return lot. This might buy us some time. I found a trash can and disposed of our disguises and my cane. We rummaged in the rear seat of the car for a few seconds and repacked the tapes and our remaining clothing into our other luggage. We walked into the terminal just as several domestic flights disgorged their passengers into the arrivals concourse. We walked back outside to the taxi line and waited our turn to take a taxi back into Moscow. We were heading for the main train station. An hour later we left Moscow on the morning train to St. Petersburg and were playing the tourist role again.

Stacy and I -- now with new identities as Jeremy and Beth Evans from Denver, Colorado, were now part of a tour group about to visit St. Petersburg for one day, see the Hermitage and Winter Palace, and then continue on to Helsinki, Finland. On the train we got our tour badges out and placed them on our luggage. Another American asked if we were just joining the tour; I explained that we'd been on the tour that came through a couple of days earlier. I leaned in and said in a confiding voice, "I got the shits! Diarrhea. Kept me on the pot for two days. Terrible. Had to stay over at the hotel -- cost us a pretty penny too. Don't drink the water unless you boil it!." He looked horrified and broke off our conversation after thanking me for the advice. Stacy and I curled up and slept during the eight-hour train ride and prayed a lot. 

The entire tour was bussed from the train station to the Ermitage House, a nice hotel that was only a modest walk from the Hermitage and Winter Palace. We ate in the hotel restaurant trading banalities with a couple from Little Rock, Arkansas. Edna carried the tapes hidden in her large purse. After dinner we said goodnight to our companions and went to our room. The hotel delivered two boxes to us at our request. One was about the size of the cooler we'd had earlier and the second, with a little work, became a proportionally smaller. Things were working according to plan.

Stacy stayed in the room the following morning while I played tourist, then I stayed with the tapes in the afternoon while she went out and did the same thing. We had dinner sent up to the room pleading fatigue and shaky stomachs.

Stacy had tightly wrapped the tapes in plastic wrap. In the afternoon, I mounted them with standoffs inside the larger box. The tapes did not touch the large box except via the thin white supports and hangers. With the same care and precision I'd inserted the smaller box so it set atop the supports. It was a close fit but nothing appeared to touch the tapes.

That evening, Stacy pulled a bottle of 'shampoo' and a bottle of 'conditioner' from her suitcase. I added my shaving cream and deodorant to the mix. Unobserved, I stole a bucket from the maid's closet down the hall. Stacy was the chemist; she mixed our concoction of chemicals in the bucket and we watched them turn into a bright white liquid and start to expand. When the brew was the right consistency, we carefully poured the expanding mix into the space between the two boxes and over and around the carefully wrapped tapes, carefully tilting and shaking the boxes and tapes to eliminate any air pockets. We'd done this a dozen times before in our practice runs.

Half an hour later, the white gooey mix had expanded and solidified into a substance that looked and felt like Styrofoam but was about fifty times stronger. We peeled the cardboard away from all sides and the inside, and admired the perfect picnic cooler and top that we had made. I rounded a few corners with some abrasive we'd brought and we banged the cooler up a bit with our shoes and some dirt to give it a well-worn look. I also added an old handle that we'd brought with us, completing the unit.

"Now for the export," I said. I grinned at Stacy and left the room armed with a roll of Russian currency. Downstairs I sat at the bar and enjoyed a local vodka. I nursed the drink until I had a chance to talk to the bartender alone; I gestured him over. In my best Russian I explained that my wife and I wanted to take some caviar home -- some really good caviar, even Beluga caviar if he could find it. I pulled my wad of rubles from my wallet and flashed it to him; he understood perfectly and excused himself. He came back and asked, "How many do you want? They come in small jars. We have twelve." He made a little box with his hands. I shrugged and indicated I wanted all twelve. He said the price would be thirty thousand rubles -- about a thousand dollars. I nodded and extracted a little more than that; he counted it slowly, giving me a questioning glance when he was through and saw the overpayment. I explained that we needed ice to keep the caviar cold. He nodded appreciatively then disappeared again. I went and got the cooler. 

The barman helped me pack the Beluga caviar in our cooler. He also recommended I have ten thousand more rubles at the border to facilitate getting the rare fish eggs through Russian immigration control. I thanked him for his advice and took the full cooler back to our room. 

Stacy had cleaned up our chemical 'lab', ditching empty bottles and excess Styrofoam from our production down the hotel's incinerator chute, and getting the cleaned bucket back in the maid's closet. We both looked at each other and rolled our eyes; we hugged and then got into bed with our clothes on. We were still hundreds of miles from the border and I felt like I had a blinking neon target on my back.

In the morning, our tour moved on and we were with them. We boarded a nine o'clock train to Helsinki. Three hours and a half later the train pulled into a border-crossing checkpoint. Two very bored guards came through our car checking passports and the things everyone was carrying from the country, only not very thoroughly. One guard looked through our cooler, frowning as he saw we were absconding with their caviar. I passed him a roll of bills and said, in my broken Russian, perhaps this would help ease our export of some of his country's fine caviar. I held his gaze. He thought for a minute, then pocketed the money and moved on to check the family in the next seats ... and then the next. Fifteen minutes later the train left the checkpoint and ten minutes after that we were in Finland. Our blood pressures came down significantly; finally I could breathe again. I was sweating profusely even though the temperature in the railcar was quite chilly.

Kim met us at the train station in Helsinki. The three of stayed in a suite in the Hotel Kamp that night. She debriefed us thoroughly on every aspect of the mission -- talking separately to Stacy and me. She inspected the cooler and we refilled the ice in it from an ice machine down the hall from our room. She liked the idea of the caviar.

Stacy and I were shaking we had so much nervous energy to burn off. I couldn't ever remember being so scared or in a state of tension for so long, and knowing that it could mean death if we were caught. We all hoped that Ivan had been able to follow his plan to leave the country. We didn't know if he'd brought Alyana with him or not.

Kim cuddled the three of us in bed that night and helped us get to sleep. Her idea of helping us get to sleep was to fuck my brains out and then bring Stacy to about five orgasms. We returned the favor. It was a sleep of the just.

*****

Six Months Later

I was lying on a chaise beside the pool of our Villa pretending I was reading a book. Next to me three of the most beautiful women in the world lay dozing in the warm sun on deck chairs, each wearing only the skimpiest of bikini bottoms and all coated with a fine sheen of suntan lotion. Their tanned breasts were all aimed skyward at a sunny warm sky dotted with little puffy cumulus clouds.

Stacy, Katrina, Ivan and I had taken our usual run around the island in the morning, each of us trying to maintain our buff fitness. Alyana was more content to ride an exercycle in the Villa's small gym and workout on the weights there. We were all very supportive of her efforts and encouraged her. We'd hired a physical trainer and a martial arts instructor that came in once a week and worked with each of us. I finally earned my black belt; Stacy was a ways behind me, however, we practiced together on the beach most days.




A Company Man: The CIA & Me Ch. 02



The large Villa we'd bought sat on a bluff overlooking the shimmering aqua green Caribbean Sea on the island of St. Croix. A few sailboats dotted the water between the islands that punctuated our horizon. The five of us had decided to live together and were now official residents of the U.S. Virgin Islands. We'd picked this island because it had good flights, an enviable climate, and was U.S. territory. Further, there were entertainment and a thriving social life in St. Croix's two main towns of Frederiksted and Christiansted, not to mention at many of the resorts in between.

Ivan was sitting at the patio table with papers spread out before him, each held down by some kind of paperweight. He had just started to invest his millions in the stock market and he was enthralled by the performance of his portfolio; he was actually doing quite well. We'd turned him into a capitalist! He was writing a software program on his new 'personal computer' that would not only track performance but also project stock performance. He thought he might try to sell the software to a company like Microsoft.

Ivan was also consulting to a mysterious branch of the U.S. government that was intently studying thirty-five million lines of code that made up every aspect of the Soviet missile defense system. He did mention one time of their shock over the number of errors in the software; they questioned whether the programs actually ran on the Russian computers.

Alyana and Ivan had opened an art gallery in Frederiksted. Alyana was proving her merit as an artist as her work was starting to sell at premium prices. She was the happiest I'd ever seen her and was always torn between being in the gallery or in her studio. We'd created a studio for her on the north side of the house because it had the right light. We'd all posed in the nude for some of her paintings. What a kick!

Katrina had started Caribbean Interiors, an interior decorating service for the entire chain of islands. She'd leased the retail store next to Alyana's Gallery so the two of them could be close for lunches and commuting back to Villa, although the ride was only fifteen minutes in one of our Jeeps. When Alyana wanted to paint at home, Kat could also cover both shops. Thanks to the advertising plan that Stacy and I had created for her, the calls were now coming in; unfortunately we lost her every now and again when she had to travel to another island for a decorating consultation. Kat was featured in a recent article in a newspaper that is widely read on most nearby islands; it proved her clients loved her and gave her business a real shot in the arm. One offshoot is that she is working on her pilot's license so she can get around more easily.

Stacy was enjoying our 'empty nest' for the first time in seventeen years. She was learning Spanish and French, had taken up piano again after a long hiatus, and was getting painting lessons from Alyana. Kendra had started her freshman year at a New England college and Kiley was in a private prep school not too far away. Both were happy and loved Mom's visits as well as coming down and staying at the Villa with us, although so far they'd only been down once for a few weeks before school started. 

I was in the process of writing two books on my first personal computer. I loved having a word processor in my den. One book was non-fiction and on management information system; the other was a fiction novel based on the actual events in my life over the past two years. I'd started by writing a short story to capture the essence of what happened and then thought I'd expand that into a full-blown novel. Jim Haight and his wife had visited us about a month earlier and they had put me in touch with a literary agent; she loved the short story and was pestering me for drafts and chapters of the novel now. (This is an edited version of my short story.)

It was a Friday and officially the weekend. The two people we'd hired to work at the Villa were now gone, having left us a meal for tonight and suggestions for the rest of the weekend. The husband-wife team lived in the gatehouse to the Villa at the other end of our long and winding driveway. 

As I looked around, I thought how lucky we all were. First, to be alive after stealing one of the most important secrets a Super Power could obtain from another. That said, it was unclear to our contacts whether the Russians knew a theft had actually taken place. No one seemed to have chased us except for the security guards. Given the rampant crime in Moscow they might have thought they were dealing with local thugs rather than spies. The car at the airport could be explained away for any number of reasons, including pure vandalism. Ivan's disappearance could be more attributed to a bad marriage and threatened career than espionage or defection. Ivan had left a note for his wife claiming he just couldn't take the pressure of his bad marriage any more and that his future at work was being taken over by younger and smarter men; as far as anyone knew, he just vanished -- the note had sounded vaguely suicidal. In fact, he and Alyana had used their fake IDs and left the country. Of course, the 'backup tapes' were secure in his office, so there was no reason to suspect they'd been stolen.

One note of interest amused all of us and gave us pause for thought. President Reagan announced the United States' Star Wars project about the time Jim and Marylou were visiting, however, it was a dramatically scaled back version of what insiders expected. Apparently some information had reached American strategists that showed the U.S. was not in as much of a competition with the Soviets as we thought we were. The Cold War apparently ratcheted down a couple of notches thanks to what we'd done. 

*****

Alyana and I set the table while Stacy and Kat worried the last preparations to serve dinner. Ivan tended our bar on the patio. The five of us sat down and joined hands. We'd actually been tending to our spiritual needs as well as our physical needs since we'd all 'retired.' I said our grace, such as it was: "Thank you, Universe, for the love in our lives, our health and fitness, the abundance in our lives and the beauty that surrounds us. Keep us open to the next great possibility. Remind us to reach out and help others, and remind us to be grateful for all that benefits us. And lastly thank you for creating this unique circle of love." I paused then added, "And so it is." The others repeated the phrase with smiles all around.

This was the six-month anniversary of our Moscow caper as we sometimes called it. I pulled a bottle of champagne from beneath the table and popped the cork, letting it sail into a swaying palm. After I'd poured each of us a flute of the beverage so we could toast our success, I also produced a plate of Beluga caviar -- caviar than had been carefully exported from the Soviet Union by Stacy and me in a cooler that we still had as a souvenir of our efforts. Everyone cheered and we all hugged.

An hour or so after dinner, the magnificent hues of orange and pink splashed across the darkening sky. The cooling breeze drifted across our patio from the Sea and little dots of light from the boats and other islands started to dot the horizon.

Stacy was bouncing up and down on Ivan's cock, both oblivious to the rest of us watching their sweating bodies. Katrina was teaching her to vocalize what she was feeling and thinking more. Stacy was talking to Ivan; "I love your cock in me ... My God your cock feels good, right there ... Right thereeee! ... Oh, rub it ... touch my clit ... Oooooooh! ... Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... cummmmmminggggggg!" I watched her body spasm, her hands on his chest as her muscles rippled her pleasure. Ivan grunted and came too, thrusting up into her arched form as he pulled her hips down on his. We were working on him to be more vocal too but this was not one of those times. 

I was lying on a large chaise by a huge palm holding Alyana on one side of me and Katrina on the other. We were naked too, and to be frank about it, I was fucked out. I'd had joyous, mind-blowing sex with each of the women and we were all savoring the afterglow and joy of our lovemaking together. I was so glad that Ivan and Stacy had waited until the three of us could watch; I never tired of watching Stacy's naked body and to watch her making love with one of the four people in the world that loved her was a golden opportunity.

Stacy and Ivan collapsed next to each other on the other chaise. Stacy blew me a small kiss and gave me a big smile of gratitude. They stretched out next to each other; she snuggled into Ivan's muscular body. 

After some whispered conversation, Stacy and Alyana changed places. For all the good sex we shared, we all knew that Alyana was deeply devoted to Ivan and he to her. We all loved the variety we shared but we had our favorites. Stacy didn't mind in the least sharing me with Katrina, and I didn't mind sharing Stacy with Katrina either. We made a comfortable triad and on most nights the three of us slept together as did Ivan and Alyana.

Gradually the sky darkened and everyone but me slipped away to their beds. I slid into the pool and floated on my back for a while, gazing up at the crescent moon and watching the evening constellations appear in the night sky. Finally, I thanked the Universe one more time for our safety and good fortune and then went to join Stacy and Katrina in our large bed.

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