1 comments/ 76446 views/ 0 favorites Fulfilling His Fantasy By: LittleKitten Bronnie and I had been great friends for years. In high school we started dating at around the same time with two guys who were in the same group. We both lost our virginity at the same party – we hadn't discussed it beforehand, but giggled about it afterwards when we found out. We'd had a little fun together – I guess it's called experimentation – and our friendship has turned out all the stronger for it. There was one thing we hadn't done, however, and that was share a guy. I'd never had sex with someone Bronnie had done, and vice versa. The opportunity or desire had just never arisen, although while cuddling after our little lesbian activities we'd both bemoaned the fact neither of us owned a dildo because we could use a good hard fuck right about then. Conversation then drifted towards sharing a guy – at the same time. This got us even more excited, so we each helped the other get some satisfaction. One weekend Bronnie called me. "Jules, we're going out tonight," she said. "Sure!" I replied. "Where were you thinking?" "Well, I thought we could go into town, go to a few nightclubs, find a nice looking guy and give him his ultimate fantasy," she replied. I laughed. "What?" I asked. "You want to fuck some guy with me, don't you?" "Well, sure…I didn't think we'd plan it, but…" "But nothing!" said Bronnie. "If we don't plan it then it's never going to happen. Are you keen?" "Well…okay!" I said. I took extra care deciding what to wear that night. I ended up choosing my pale pink shirt with the zip down the front and a short black skirt. I liked to wear pink – my hair is a medium brown that goes really well with the colour, and hung down to about the middle of my back.. My breasts were firm and not too big or small – I couldn't go without a bra, but they weren't so large that they were saggy. Bronnie arrived at my house at about 9 to have a few drinks before we left. I think Bronnie is gorgeous. She has blonde hair that's cut quite short and a lovely slender body, almost like a boy's. Her hips and thighs are both slim, and her tits were small. She could go quite easily without a bra, in fact, it looked like she was going braless tonight. After a few drinks we headed into town. The first club we went too was nearly empty – I guess the hour wasn't yet late enough, or it was just a crappy club. The next place was much more promising. The bouncers were attractive, and the place was pumping with bodies dancing. We had a drink for luck, then headed onto the dance floor. We danced together for a while, inspecting the guys at the club. Some I found attractive, but when I pointed them out to Bronnie she wrinkled her nose. She found one guy interesting, but I vetoed him when I saw what I presumed was his girlfriend start dancing and grinding with him. Finally we found a man we could agree on. He was dancing with several girls one after another and didn't seem t be attached to any of them. He then left the dance floor for a drink, stopped at a table and chatted to a group of guys we assumed were his friends, then got back on the dance floor. "Jules!" Bronnie yelled in my ear over the loud music. "I want him! What do you think?" "Let's try it!" I yelled back. "His friends are here – they might not believe it unless they see it!" Bronnie laughed. We danced our way over to the guy. He looked at us both, raised his eyebrows and started dancing with us. He seemed to like the look of Bronnie, as he danced very close to her. She responded by raising her arms over her head and squirming into him. I took a cue from this and got behind Bronnie, dancing close to her. She looked at me over her shoulder briefly, then nodded as we had arranged. She moved even closer to the guy, and I slipped my hands around the front of her, feeling her pert breasts. The guy's eyes widened. He looked at Bronnie who lowered her eyelids seductively, then at me, so I licked my lips suggestively. Bronnie got on her tiptoes to speak into the guys ear. "I'm Bronnie," she said, "and this is my friend Jules." "Hi, I'm Robert," he said. "Would you like to go somewhere and fuck?" asked Bronnie. I hid my face so Robert couldn't see me giggling. "What? Are you serious?" asked Robert incredulously. "Completely serious. Let's go." Said Bronnie. She broke away from him and started walking to the exit. I moved in closer to Robert and brushed my hand against his crotch before also turning and walking away. We found ourselves outside, but no sign of Robert. "Do you think we scared him off?" asked Bronnie. But then there he was. It seems he must have gone and told his friends what he was about to do, because I could see one of them surreptitiously looking out through the door at us. I blew him a kiss and he disappeared. We each took one of Robert's hands and walked towards a nearby motel. Bronnie and I had agreed to do this in a motel because we didn't want a stranger in either of our houses…although looking at him I wasn't sure I wanted Robert to remain a stranger! He was very good looking – firm, tall body but not too "cut" looking, dark curly hair he probably hated but girls generally loved, and a terrific smile – all even, white teeth. We paid for a room and took the elevator to the fifth floor. The room was nice – we didn't want to be screwing this guy in a seedy dive of a motel, so we chose a rather more up market place. The room contained a queen sized bed, a small table and two chairs, and two other doors. One turned out to be the bathroom and one the closet. Now we were here, I wasn't quite sure what to do. Bronnie took charge, turned on the bedside lamps and switched off the overhead light. I immediately felt better and suggested a shower. Bronnie heartily agreed and started taking off her clothes. Robert's eyes widened again as he watched Bronnie and I strip in front of him. We stretched it out a bit longer than was necessary, just to see the look on his face and the lump in his pants grow bigger and harder. Finally we were both naked, Robert still fully dressed, sitting on the bed. Bronnie approached me, looked into my eyes and started kissing me. We are both about the same height so it's quite nice to kiss her while we are standing. "Oh God," moaned Robert. My hands again wandered to Bronnie's small breasts, gently rubbing them. Bronnie's hands were rubbing my lower back and ass. I looked over at Robert who looked like he was just about ready to blow then and there. "We're going to get in the shower now. Feel free to join us." I said. We went into the bathroom which contained a good sized shower – enough for all three of us with a little bit of room left over. Bronnie ran the shower reasonably hot and we hopped it and started soaping each other. Bronnie whispered in my ear, "Can I lick your pussy? I think Robert would like to see that when he comes in." I smiled and nodded – Bronnie was great at oral and I loved it when she made me cum. She knelt on the floor on the shower in front of me while I leaned back again the wall. The water was running down my breasts and stomach and over Bronnie's head. She closed her eyes and moved her mouth towards my waiting cunt. She started by gently licking my lower lips before starting a flicking motion on my clit. I moaned and squirmed against her. I didn't hear the shower door open, but suddenly Robert was there, nude, in front of me. I took a quick look at his body from my lowered lids. As I could tell when he was closed, he had a nice, firm body, not too cut. He had no hair on his chest but a little on his stomach leading towards his cock. His cock looked fantastic. Erect, of course, it was pink and good-sized, about 7 inches or so, with a large head. I was getting ready to cum from Bronnie's ministrations, so I reached out to Robert for him to come closer. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head towards mine. "I'm cumming," I whispered to him, and kissed him deeply as my orgasm rushed through me. Bronnie stood up after I had cum and started fondling Robert's dick and balls. We broke apart, I was panting from my orgasm but still feeling horny. Bronnie took over where I left off and starting tongue kissing Robert. I took the initiative to kneel before him and start sucking on his cock. He seemed a little startled when he first felt my tongue licking up and down the length of his penis, but he didn't seem upset about it, so I kept going. I licked his penis and also his testicles, which he seemed to like, so I took them one at a time into my warm mouth. The water was rushing over me, but everything just felt so warm and clean that I didn't mind. I took his cock into my mouth and started pumping gently. I didn't want him to blow his load too soon – what if he only had one good one in him? But I was too late. His hips bucked towards me and suddenly my mouth was full of his hot juice. I'd never been too impressed with swallowing, but his tasted great. I eagerly drank it down and lapped up any that spilled out the sides of my mouth. Bronnie looked down at me, disappointed. "I hope you can go again!" she said to Robert. "Of course!" he said, and turned off the shower. We toweled off and headed for the bedroom. He seemed to know what he wanted so he took charge. He positioned himself, Bronnie and me on the bed in a circle so that he was licking my pussy, I was licking Bronnie's and Bronnie was sucking on his already rising member. Robert was almost as good as Bronnie at licking me. He had a little bit of stubble which tickled my thighs but didn't hurt. Bronnie's cunt tasted as good as I remembered. She would go and get a Brazilian wax every now and then and must have had one recently because she was smooth and silky. I happily licked at her clit while fingering her wet hole. After a while, Bronnie pushed me away from her, and motioned that I should come and join her at Robert's dick. He looked down and saw what we were going to do and closed his eyes in pleasure. Bronnie got on one side and me on the other, and we started licking up and down the sides of Robert's penis. When we got to the top, we would sometimes kiss each other, our tongues mingling with the cock between us. By this time I really wanted to feel Robert's delicious cock all the way inside me, so I straddled him and eased his penis slowly into my dripping pussy. Robert and I both groaned at the contact. Bronnie didn't want to just watch, so she straddled Robert's face so he could lick her out while he fucked me. I leaned forward to get the most contact between his dick and my clit and started a rhythmic motion, up and down, squeezing his manhood with my vaginal muscles. By leaning forward, Bronnie's creamy back and ass were quite close. I kissed her back on each upward motion, getting closer and closer to her ass crack. I wondered if she would like it if I kissed her ass hole? As a test, I rubbed her bottom with my hand, slowly moving closer to the crack. My fingers touched her brown ass hole and she moaned. I wasn't sure if it was from my touch or Robert's tongue, but I decided to throw caution to the wind. I leaned forward and touched my tongue to her ass. Bronnie turned her head to me, so I stopped. "Don't stop!" she said to me, so I kept going. Each upward thrust, I also thrust my tongue into my best friend's ass. "What's she doing?" I head Robert mumble to Bronnie. "Oh, she's licking my ass! She's licking my ass!" Bronnie screamed in pleasure. "You're licking my cunt and she's licking my ass!" Hearing Bronnie so excited caused me to cum almost immediately. "Oh my God! I'm cumming again!" I squealed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I rode Robert's cock hard until my orgasm subsided. Bronnie started screaming, 'I'm cumming too! Aaahhh! Aahhh! Lick me! Lick my pussy! Lick my ass! Aaahh! Aaahh!." Her hips were thrusting on Robert's face so it was difficult to keep licking her ass hole, so I rubbed it with my finger and gently inserted it inside her. "Oh God yes! Fuck my ass hole! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. Her orgasm left her limp, and she flopped onto the bed beside Robert. "I'm not done yet," he said. "I still have to fuck Bronnie." Bronnie looked very peaceful. "All right," she said. "But I want you to fuck my ass hole. Jules felt so good, but I want something bigger in there. And while you're fucking my ass, Jules is going to lick my tits and cunt again." "I'm not going to argue with you!" laughed Robert. He positioned himself spooning Bronnie, holding her leg up under her knee, to allow me easier access to her beautiful vulva. I could see Robert gently testing Bronnie's ass. At first he seemed to meet some resistance, but pushed through it until his entire cock was plunged inside my friend's butt. He slowly started pumping. "What are you waiting for?" Bronnie said to me. "Get over here!" I smiled, leaned over and kissed Robert, then kissed Bronnie on the lips, and started working on her gorgeous tits. I loved their small size. I could fit them easily in one hand each, which I did then, licking her puffy nipples, tracing my tongue down her stomach to her smooth lips, rolling her clit around my tongue until she came again and again. Meanwhile, Robert looked like he was about to blow his load for the second time that night. His pumping of Bronnie's ass had become faster and harder, his balls slapping against her on each thrust. His eyes had rolled back into his head and he was groaning. "I'm cumming" he said. "Oh God yes, I'm cumming!" "Yeah baby! Cum in my ass! Cum in my ass!" screamed Bronnie. Robert pumped in that unmistakable way men have when they're reaching their peak. His juice could not be contained inside Bronnie's tight little ass and spilled out. He pumped a few more times before releasing his dick from its small prison and lying exhausted on the bed. Bronnie and I cuddled up to him, one on each side, and we drifted off to sleep. Next morning included another shower, and some more sex before we said our goodbyes. Robert thanked us both profusely, saying he had a fantastic time and maybe he'd see us again some time? "Sure!" said Bronnie. "And next time maybe you could bring a friend!" Fulfilling His Fantasy Author's notes: Warning! This is a cuckold story, albeit a different kind of cuckold story, one with no humiliation of the husband and one which shows character growth in the end. I have attempted to write an erotic story, rather than a pornographic one. This is not a Whack off story, but it does have a lot of sex in the last part. #When I first submitted to Literotica, my goal was to improve my writing skills to the point I could one day sell stories. Thanks to your constructive comments, I have reached that goal, but with minor success. I invite your criticisms and suggestions, anything that will help increase that success. Thanks-thecarolinadreamer #My sincere thanks to "Oscar", who provided the Spanish phrases and encouragement along the way. All characters are over eighteen and the entire story is fictional. Any similarity to actual persons is coincidental. ***** "Hey, Ben, you seen the new gal in the office yet?" Ben hadn't seen Larry, the would-be cock-hound, this excited since the last clerk had been hired. "Not yet. How does she look—pretty?" "Not too bad for an older lady. Hair is almost auburn, wears it shoulder length, probably in her late thirties, shape you'd dream about," he used both hands to outline a shapely female body, "and EYES—man you should see those eyes. Brown, but not just any brown. Man! Those things sparkle when she smiles and the skin around them sort of wrinkles up and you wish you could just sit and stare all day." Larry was talking so fast others in the area were beginning to notice. "Calm down. You sound liked you did when Mary Beth Harley, the Homecoming Queen, agreed to let you take her to the prom." Ben remembered how sure Larry was that he'd finally get a little bit. He had gotten so excited—just about like he was now, so he'd probably get the same results as he got back then. Ben and his date had been parked less than two car lengths behind Larry and Mary Beth. It was a hot night, the windows were down and he clearly heard Mary Beth tell Larry to stop. Of course Larry was too full of himself to listen, and the next sound Ben heard was a loud slap and a demand to be taken home. Larry's old Ford convertible tore up the grass getting out of there. Later, when Larry bragged about 'doing' Mary Beth three times, Ben had just played along. "Yeah, and I bet I could make her squeal, just like I did Mary Beth." "No doubt," Ben could hardly suppress his smile. "You ask her yet?" "Man, you don't know this chick," Larry shook his head and continued, "She acts like she's Royalty or something. I couldn't get more than two words out of her when I introduced myself." He indicated the other men in the lab with a wave of his hand. "I wanted to get the jump on these other stiff dicked studs but..." "What were the two words?" This from a workbench a couple rows over. "Fuck you?" "No Man, you'd never hear that word out of this chick's mouth. Man, I'm telling you, she's high class—Government Inspected Grade-A-Meat." Larry looked around the room, trying to catch each man's eyes. "You guys gotta see this gal. I'm telling you; she acts like a dick wouldn't melt in her mouth." "You men better stop worrying about which mouth your dicks would melt in and concentrate on keeping food in yours." No one had heard Mr. Johnson, the Section Foreman, walk up. "You've seen her, haven't you, Boss?" Larry just didn't know when to shut up. "Tell them; tell them how fine she is." Mr. Johnson just shook his head before calling the section together. "You men just as well get the news straight before you start hearing rumors; this company has been sold to a Spanish family. That 'hot chick' you just heard Larry rave about is none other than Mrs. Geronimo, the wife of one the owners. Her first name is Irene, but I don't recommend you use it unless she asks you to." "At this moment, Oscar Geronimo, her husband, is over in the main office getting to know every detail of the operation from that angle. Mrs. Geronimo's job is to learn what happens down here in the trenches. It's to our advantage to see that she likes what she sees." "Sheet, Boss," the unknown voice piped up, "what's not to like about us?" "Okay—it's your asses. I can retire anytime. Get back to work. All except you, Jones; you come with me." Surprised, Ben followed him over to the main supervisor's office, wondering how he'd screwed up. Entering the office area, he tried to spot this new angel/devil that was supposed to have appeared on the scene. She wasn't sitting with the rest of the clerks; maybe she had an office to herself. After getting both of them a cup of coffee, Mr. Johnson got right down to business. "Ben," he said, "you are going to be a major factor in the success or failure of this company under the new owners. You know the operation as well as anyone, so until further notice you will be Mrs. Geronimo's personal guide and assistant. You'll work for her and answer to no one else, but you damn sure better keep her happy. Show her what she wants to see, and take her where she wants to go. To paraphrase the old saw, when Mrs. Geronimo ain't happy, ain't nobody happy." With that said, he led Ben into the great lady's office. She was sitting with her back to the door, studying what appeared to be a report. Ben did a double take when she turned for the introduction. This woman was everything Larry had claimed and then some. She rose to meet him with a reserved, yet somehow friendly smile, and when she did, Ben understood what Larry meant about her eyes; they made an otherwise attractive woman, absolutely gorgeous. "Please call me Irene," she said, and the sound of her voice made Ben think of the Angel Choir scene in a movie he once saw. If he wasn't in love he was at least in lust. The next three weeks were like rush week at college. Ben and Irene put in twelve hour days, pausing only for a bite from the canteen when Irene felt the need to eat. She told Ben to speak up if he got hungry, but he wasn't about to admit she could do anything he couldn't do. Finally, at the end of a long Saturday, the rat race ended. "You have done a great job, Ben." Irene gave him that million dollar smile. "You deserve a reward." Over the last weeks Ben had begun to think she really liked him. More than once, as they sat close together going over papers, their thighs touched and when Ben rubbed against hers just a little more than necessary, she hadn't flinched. In fact, she had begun coming out of her shell and even started laughing and joking a bit. "Do you know a good place to eat; a place with good food, where a girl can get a decent wine, and maybe dance a bit?" Irene asked. They had finally quit work at mid-afternoon Saturday. "If you don't mind country music and call steak so tender it falls apart in your mouth good food, O Henry's can't be beat." "Suena bien, think we can get reservations for around eight?" Ben chuckled. "Lady," he said, "they wouldn't know what a reservation was if one hit them in the face. You just get there at eight, you'll get a seat." "Genial! I'll meet you there at eight, my friend. I suppose a causal dress will be fine. I can't wait to get out of this business suit and into something that makes me feel like a woman." "Just don't get too formal. When I say country, I mean country—boots wide belt buckles and all." ***** Irene breathed a sigh of relief as they parted. Things had gone better than hoped for. The plant could remain mostly as it was and still make a profit. She had really been impressed with Ben. He would remain her right hand man as long as she and Oscar remained in this country, and when she left, she fully expected Ben to play a major role in continuing operations. She remembered the day Ben had first been introduced to her. She recalled thinking, "Uauu, esto si es un hombre!" If I decide to make Oscar's fantasy about seeing me with another man to come true, I'm looking this fellow up. The following weeks did nothing to dissuade her opinion. Ben was hard working, dependable, yet he was full of fun. Best of all, he didn't push on her. She was quite reserved by nature, notwithstanding her persona as a slave driver on the job. Gradually Ben had wormed his way into her confidence; now she would even flirt a little when nobody else was around. She smiled when she thought about how sparks seemed to fly, for her at least, the first time they touched—really touched. They had been sitting close together, going over some figures, when she twisted in her chair, causing her leg to rub against Ben's; the next thing she knew, his hand was resting on top of her leg with his fingers extending down to her inner thigh. She'd jumped in surprise, but Ben didn't move his hand, and for some reason, she didn't push it away. They just continued to sit, legs pressed together, Ben's fingers gently stroking her inner thigh, while they checked the report for errors. Anyone walking into the office would just see two people, hard at work. From that point things had advanced to the point where she looked forward to the times when Ben touched her body, and Ben had touched her often, albeit seemingly innocent. Finally, last night things went further than ever before. They were walking to their cars in the dimly lit parking lot. Ben was lightly guiding her around the potholes when she stepped in one. Except for Ben's quick reaction, she'd have sprawled flat on her face. "Ay, que me caigo" she muttered, but Ben's strong arms stopped her fall before she even skinned a knee. When Ben grabbed for her; both hands had landed on her breast. He stood there, supporting her, but still cupping her in both hands. When she didn't immediately break away, the scamp actually rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Now she felt a tingle in her loins, just thinking about it. Si, she decided, Oscar needed to decide if he really wanted his fantasy to come true. For four years now, Oscar had been trying to convince her that their sex life could be better if she experimented with other men. At first he just wanted to take her to a nude beach. Finally after several months, she'd given in, mostly to just shut him up. While she'd only been nude from the waist up, Oscar had fell right into the spirit of it all. That day was the first time she'd really understood the vast differences in men's cocks. That difference came into sharp focus when two nude men approached their blanket. She had been sunbathing lying on her back, sunshades protecting her eyes, pretending to sleep, while Oscar applied sunscreen in all the right places. She had watched the approach, their dangling pollas swinging like pendulums. Oscar stood to meet them, when they drew nearer; they stood and talked awhile, and then he brought them over to meet her. When she sat up, she was staring at three cocks; at that moment she first realized the old saying, "When you've seen one, you've seen them all," was a lie. Oscar's little fellow was between four and five inches long, depending on just how excited she could get him, and about as big around as a "C" cell battery; even though Oscar couldn't seem to accept it, that was enough to almost always satisfied her. That day, she got her first look at man sized cocks, the first, jutting off in a state of full arousal, must have been close to eight inches. The unique thing—the thing that made memorable, was the upward curve; it also had more heft than Oscar's. The rugged Swedish looking guy sported at least eleven inches. Even in its semi flaccid state, it hung almost to his knees and must have been the size of a roll of salami. Irene was staring at it so hard, she didn't catch their names. She remembered wondering if any woman really could take something like that. The strangers stayed to talk and gawk while Oscar strutted around like a proud peacock. As she sat there, taking it all in, she wondered, for the first time, just how cocks that size would feel slipping into her tootie, as she referred to her cunt back then. After that, Oscar became even more insistent, constantly suggesting new ways to spice up their sex life. She had succumbed to his desire to go nude, but she drew the line at what he called a 'blow job.' She did consent to kissing his cock a few times, but to actually let him stick it in her mouth—yuck! She let him kiss her "down there" once and found it to be okay, but nothing to write home about. Why did Oscar want to do all these things, anyway? He claimed they weren't getting the full fun out of sex, but she couldn't understand why he thought that. True, he was self-conscience of his small cock, but he'd always been a kind, considerate lover and usually managed to make her cum. The last time they had sex, it must have been three or four months ago, she'd had a very satisfying climax. She thought it was great, but Oscar started questioning her about whether or not she climaxed. He just couldn't accept her word about being satisfied. Instead he kept saying things like, "You were too quiet to have enjoyed it." Nothing she said seemed to reassure him, and then he reacted in what she thought was a stupid way—he stopped making love to her. That was why she allowed Ben the liberties he'd taken; she was just plain horny, that's what she kept telling herself, but damn—Ben's hands felt good when he rubbed her. Oscar met her with a kiss when she entered their rented house—it would be more accurate to call it a mansion. The realty agent said the owner was a local playboy, who was on a six month vacation in Europe with his new girlfriend. He had volunteered this info when showing them the "adult playroom," as he called the bedroom with mirrors on four walls and a big round bed in the middle. A touch of a button revealed Home Theater equipment hidden behind a sliding wall. The man couldn't resist demonstrating how one touch of another button would dim the lights while flooding the room with soft romantic music. The house was much too big for the two of them, but Oscar insisted that bigger was better, and since they could afford it, why not the best? Same thing with his choice of cars, a black Lincoln occupied his side of the carport dwarfing her little Mazda. Maybe the old saw was right; maybe a man with a small dick did try to compensate in other ways. "Honey," she said "We have to talk." ***** Oscar hadn't heard Irene speak in that tone for a long time. He knew something serious was on her mind, so sipping his just refilled cup of coffee; he gave her his full attention. "Oscar—Honey, you remember how you have wanted me to try another man?" Oscar couldn't believe what he was hearing, but if she was saying what he thought she was saying, he didn't want to mess it up. "Sure. I think it would do us a world of good." "Are you sure? She felt she was on the precipice of a life changing decision and she was nervous. "How could my fucking another guy help us?" "You'd probably learn new techniques—nuevos trucos—tricks we could use to make our sex life better." "Yes, but what happens if I like the other man better than like you? Have you considered he might be a better fuck? Suppose I don't want to quit after a short fling? What if I want to spend weekends with him, go on vacations with him? Vas a estar de acuerdo con cso? Will you be able to live with that?" "Honey, do you really love me?" "You know I do." "Well, you'll still love me after having sex with someone else. I think the experience will teach you new ways to please me when we're in the bed. We'll still have our life together." "If that's true, why do so many marriages break up when one or the other cheats?" Irene was still skeptical. Deep inside she thought Oscar was acting like a fool on this one subject, but it had been a long time since she'd felt completely satisfied after they made love. She longed for a return to the old days when her body felt wrung out after a hot sex session, and all she wanted was to fall asleep on Oscar's arm. She was willing to try anything to feel like that again "Those marriages break up because they didn't really love each other in the first place." He pulled her tight against his body. He loved the way he felt when his stiff little dick pushed against her lower abdomen. "What about you? Do you need to screw another woman to further your education?" Irene wasn't sure she could accept that. "No, Honey. You'll pick up new things, and then you'll teach me. You could make me into a custom made fucking machine, just for you." Oscar could be very persuasive when he wanted something, but it was just so hard for Irene to set aside years of believing sex outside of marriage was wrong. "Just try it once, Sugar. If you don't like it we'll quit and I promise I'll never mention it again." He could tell Irene was almost ready to give in. Now he played the trump card. He was aware that she liked her assistant, Ben, so he said, "Why don't you try it with Ben? I know you find him attractive and you're always talking about what a great help he is—maybe he'd help us with this. I know he's not married, so there won't be a problem with a wife. Hell, he's perfect." Irene pulled back slightly. She couldn't think straight with Oscar's hard dick poking her, even if it was short. "If you want me to try with Ben, you may be in luck. I was going to ask you if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight. We're celebrating the successful completion of 'Phase One' of our project." "No, no lo creo. That might not be a good idea. I wouldn't want to get in the way." "I see what you mean, but there's this; he does work for you and he just might be a little cautious about fucking the big boss's wife." "Hummnn, you may be right. Tell you what—I'll drop by and spend a little while with you. Then I'll make up some excuse about having to leave, but before I go, I'll try to set his mind at ease on that score." "How would you do that? Tell him you want him to screw your wife?" "Why not?" Oscar's excitement about the possibilities of the situation showed clearly. "Come on, Baby, we got to pick out something real sexy for you to wear." "Hold on—first things first. Don't you think we better set down a set of rules we can both live with? I need to know what your limits are. I love you and don't want to hurt you, so we need to agree on just how far I can go before you get all jodido and want a divorce." Maybe she was being a bit of a hypocrite, considering her thoughts on the way home, but she would quit ahora mismo, cold turkey, if Oscar wanted her to. Oscar was the number one man in her life, even if Ben had managed to kindle a small flame in her loins. "Let's get it in writing too, none of this thing of one of us coming back later claiming something wasn't part of the agreement." That set off a conversation that resulted in what Irene would call her "Handbook for Hot Wives". The rules agreed upon were basically simple. Irene could do as she pleased with her dates, so long as everyone was treated with respect. She would try to set things up so Oscar could watch, if not she would always hurry home and tell him all about it. Irene must always return to the marital bed each night—none of these trips out of town or overnight dates. "I think you're acting foolish, Oscar." She said after they both signed the agreement. "I do love you and you do satisfy me, whether you believe it or not. I love you and want you to be happy, so if I have to act the whore to keep you happy, I'll give it a try." No sense in sharing her thoughts on the way home. They had been embracing and now she kissed him deeply, working her pelvis against the protrusion in his pants. "Thank you." He tried to slip her blouse off, but she stopped him. "None of that tonight. At least not until I get back from my date." She pushed him away playfully." "Besides, I need to shower and dress. You wouldn't want to make me late for my first 'hot wife' date, would you?" Fulfilling His Fantasy "I love you Honey. Can I help you select your outfit?" He reminded her of her teenage friends as they selected what they would wear to the dance. Oscar wanted her to wear a tight fitting outfit that showed off her shape, but Irene refused. "This is a country music joint; I need to blend in with the locals, not stand out like a sore thumb." She said. Next, Oscar suggested tight fitting jeans and a blouse that hugged her tits like it was painted on. "What good is it to show the merchandise if the customer can't reach the goods?" She asked, before finally selecting wrap-around skirt with a loose fitting blouse. She had picked it up because it reminded her of an outfit worn by one of the girls she'd seen on "Uncle Jimmy's Hoe-Down," a country singing show on the Rural TV channel. Both would allow easy access, if things went that way. Oscar could hardly contain his joy when he kissed her bye. "I'll meet you at O Henry's for a little while. Don't forget," he said. "I want to know everything that happens after I leave." ***** Ben made sure he arrived at O Henry's first. He wanted to make sure he got a booth in the back corner. He didn't know just how far she'd let him go, or how far he'd have the balls to attempt to go. Yes, she was the big boss's wife, but there was no sense not getting his ducks in a row. A waitress, wearing a denim skirt short enough to make his cock stand at attention, brought a bucket of roasted peanuts and a couple glasses of ice water almost as soon as he took his seat. "I'll wait for my date before ordering drinks," he told her, then sat back to enjoy the couples on the dance floor. They were doing the "Chicken," and having a grand ole time murdering it. For all but one couple, this must have been their first time. What they may have lacked in skill, they made up in enthusiasm. Between keeping one eye on the door, hoping to spot Irene as soon as she walked in, and the other on the dancers, time seemed to fly. He almost didn't recognize the auburn haired beauty when she came through the door. How could Miss Prim and Proper from the office change into such a down-home beauty in a few short hours. She spotted him as soon as he jumped to his feet and was halfway to the booth before he reached her. "Wow! Boss you're beautiful; a regular down-home country girl." He knew he was gawking like an idiot but he couldn't help it. This woman may have been almost twice his age, but she was the thing wet dreams were made of. "How many times do I have to tell you," she allowed him catch her arm and guide her to the booth. It's not la mujer de Geronimo, and when we are alone, it's not Boss. It's just plain Irene." She chose the seat facing the dance floor; the one Ben had sat in earlier. The waitress with the long, pretty legs and boobs that almost spilled out of her top, was "Johnny-on-the-spot," ready to take their orders. Ben was about to order a bottle of Pinotage, supposedly a good South African wine, when Irene cut him off. "No, no, no," she smiled shaking her head. "This is my treat, remember? I'm rewarding you for a job well done." Saying that, she asked the girl if they had some Henri Shiraz, and was assured they did. "Just happens to be the owner's favorite also," she said in a conspirator's half whisper. "Fine, we'll start with one bottle, but we'll probably need more before the nights over." When Ben looked askance at her, she explained. "Oscar said he'd drop by in a little. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not." He had to force the smile. He felt deflated; like he'd just dropped his ice cream cone in the sand, but he fought hard to hide his disappointment. It might be for the better in the long run; with her husband here, he wouldn't do something stupid that would get him fired, if he was misreading her signals. "We'll wait until my husband gets here before we order." She looked over to Ben, "That's okay, isn't it?" "Be right back with your wine," the girl said, favoring them with a big, "you-little-devil's" grin. She left fully intending to keep a close eye on the needs of this table. A girl didn't get much excitement at O Henry's but if she was any judge of human nature, things could get interesting in that corner tonight. It only took one look at the man to know he had the hots for the pretty lady. He'd gone to extra trouble to get the most isolated booth in the place; now the husband was due—oh yeah, things could get interesting. Irene and Ben sipped on their drinks while talking about their early lives. That conversation got around to their first dates and how clumsy they were on them. Ben related how he'd taken Mary Ann Jones, yes that really was her name, to a movie. They'd shared a bag of popcorn before he got up enough nerve to slip his arm around her neck. He'd slowly slipped his hand from the seatback down to her breast, which he had rubbed the entire movie. He'd gotten so excited; he actually shot-off in his pants. He excused himself to the restroom and didn't get back until the movie was almost finished. He felt like the man of the hour when they got up to leave as the credits rolled. There's an old country saying about the higher you fly, the harder you fall; he learned the full meaning of that, on the way to the door, that night. "Why did you keep rubbing my shoulder?" Mary Ann asked. "I'd have had to jump up to touch a snake's belly, when I heard those words," he told Irene. "All the time I thought I was playing with her boobs, I was only rubbing her shoulder." ***** Irene got a big laugh out of that story. Somehow, it made her feel closer to him, so she grasped his hand in both of his as she spoke of her first experiences. She got a lot more serious, confessing she had never seriously dated anyone except Oscar. As she talked, she forgot about eating and that Oscar would soon be joining them. She began to feel like she could tell Ben anything and she mostly did. ***** Ben had been amazed when she revealed she hadn't had sex with anyone besides Oscar. How could that possibly be true about a woman as pretty as Irene? By that time they were clasping hands and gazing so intently into the others eyes they didn't notice Oscar enter. ***** Oscar pushed through the door, looked around, and spotted Irene and a man, he supposed had to be Ben, sitting in a back corner booth. They were holding hands and in such deep conversation, he decided not to interrupt. Instead he went to the bar and found a place he could keep an eye on the couple without being too obvious. ***** Irene seemed to get bolder and more confident as she continued telling Ben about her life. Yet, at the same time she seemed more reluctant; like she knew she was about to venture beyond the pale, but still couldn't seem to shut up. "Tell me Ben," she said, "have you ever heard of a man who wanted his wife to go out with another man?" "I don't personally know of one, but my Dad told me about a friend of his who couldn't preform; he asked Dad to take his wife "fishing." Dad said that woman could really "fish" if you know what I mean." "Really? How did that affect their marriage?" "Don't really know that one, but I do know they remained married till he died. After that she found a man of her own—Dad never did say how he felt about her. I do know that Dad had a lot of girlfriends up until he died." Ben thought that was a strange question. "Why do you ask?" "I know this fellow that wants his wife to go "fishing" with someone too." "Man!" Ben had to process that one awhile. He was beginning to suspect he knew who the fellow was. He had noticed that Irene hadn't been acting like a satisfied wife for some time now. "Any idea how the woman feels about that?" "She doesn't understand that kind of thinking. She thought he was crazy for a long time and wouldn't consider such a thing. Lately she's met a man she really likes and last I heard from her, she was still on the fence. She's afraid she'll mess up her marriage, but the husband gets more insistent daily and she says she's really getting closer to the man. She just doesn't..." Irene saw Oscar approaching and jumped up. "Over here, Baby. I want you to meet Ben, your star employee and my date for the night—at least up till this time." Introductions were made, meals ordered, along with a second bottle of Henri Shiraz—turns out Oscar was a real wine drinker—and they all sat, talked and enjoyed the music. "Can I borrow my wife and your date for this dance?" Oscar winked at Ben while helping Irene to her feet. Once on the floor, Irene slipped both arms around Oscar's neck, snugged her body as close as she could and they swayed to the slow music. All over the floor, lovers were clinging to each other while a few men, bolder than the others actually had their hands under their partner's dress. "Well?" Irene asked, "What do you think of him?" "I really like the guy. He seems just like the kind of fellow who'd fit right in with our crowd, if we were to have him back at the home office." 'Now don't go jumping too far ahead. I haven't decided if I'm going through with this thing, and we still don't know if he wants another man's used pussy." "Micrda, I knew the answer to that as soon as I saw the way he looked at you. Carino, you got that man hooked, all you got to do is reel him in." "Well, I doubt I'll ever do it with you sitting there." "I'll make myself scarce; just go to the ladies room when we get back. I want a word—sort of grease the skids, so to speak." Back at the table, Irene said she needed to powder her nose and left Oscar and Ben alone. "What do you think of my wife?" Oscar asked as soon as she was out of hearing. "Huhhh, she's really nice, I like her. In fact I don't think I've ever met anyone like her." Ben wasn't sure how to answer. He couldn't get Irene's story about her "friend" out of his head, neither did he forget the man asking questions was his Boss, with the power to close the plant and ruin the lives of all the people who worked there. "Like her huh? Well, let me put a bug in your ear, she does a lot more than just like you, if the way she goes on about you is any indication." Oscar poured both of them another glass. "It's hard on a man sometimes, but when you really love a woman, you want to see her happy, no matter what it takes. Don't you agree?" "Uhh, yeah, I guess so." Ben considered his next words carefully. If Irene was saying what he thought she was saying, Oscar was trying to tell him it was okay. However, if he had read Irene's words wrong, her husband was telling him to stay away. Finally he said, "I don't really know how to answer that, Sir. I never had a woman I really loved, but if I did have a woman like Mrs. Geronimo, I'd move heaven and earth to keep her happy. I think I'd kill anyone who made her unhappy." "That's just how I feel." Oscar stood and offered his hand. "Son," he said, "Irene thinks a lot of you and she deserves to be happy. I expect you to keep her happy, no matter what it takes. If she wants it, you give it to her. If she wants you to take her someplace too rich for your pocketbook, call disbursing. I'll leave instructions for them to cut you a check for what you need." Oscar turned to walk away. "You make her happy—do we understand each other?" "Yes Sir, I think we do." I'll be damned, maybe Irene was talking about herself and Oscar, he thought. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. Drop the Sir crap. From now on I'm Oscar. Understand? With that he walked away. Irene had waited for Oscar to leave before she returned to the table. When she did, she pushed into the booth beside him, getting close enough to say I'm interested while staying far enough away to say I'm very reserved. "Where did Oscar go?" She asked. "Said something about having something to take care of; he indicated he'd cut my balls off if I didn't keep you happy." "We wouldn't want that, would we?" She took his hand in hers and slipped a little closer. Her heart began to pound when Ben's lips met hers. It was a soft, gentle kiss—a lover's kiss. It continued longer than she expected. She felt his tongue gently probe her lips, seeking entrance, while his free hand, behind her head,held her firmly to him. The kiss became adamant, their lips pressing and working together, while his tongue parted hers then slipped between them to explore her mouth. ***** He tasted of wine combined with peppermint, probably from the lifesaver she's seen him suck earlier. The scent of Old Spice and man assailed her nostrils and her senses reeled. She felt a hand slip under her blouse to tease her nipples, first one, and then the other. She could feel herself getting damp down there; everything seemed unreal, like she was someone else watching these two people loving each other. "Oh, Ben" she whispered, letting her hands slide to her lap. At least that's what she meant to do. Instead one hand brushed over his lap, touching the rock hard cock that was trying to push its way out of his jeans. "We can't keep this up." But instead of breaking off, she tried to wrap her hand around his cock. Of course, being that it was still in his pants, she couldn't get her hand completely around it. She did get enough to tell his size was someplace between the two guys at the nude beach, and she suspected it was closer to the bigger one. "Oh god," she moaned when Ben's hand left her breast and found a new home on her knee, before finally easing its way up her inner thigh. When he touched her mons and stroked her curly hair, she thrust her hips into his ministrations. "Oh god, I can't take this." She moaned again, pumping her hips like she was riding his fingers. "We have to stop." She finally pulled back and as soon as he heard the word stop, Ben ceased also. They pulled apart and tried to get control of their breathing. Irene felt like she never had before. She loved Oscar and he did make her cum , but never had she been this excited. She felt like she could just meld into Ben's body and stay there for eternity. She couldn't imagine what it must feel like to be penetrated by that solid cock she had felt hiding in his jeans. If he touched her one more time, she was sure she'd soak her clothes. ***** Oh, Lord, Ben thought. What have I gotten myself into? I've heard of love at first sight, but I never believed in it. He ran the back of his hand across her face and down her neck, watching her shudder when he teased her earlobe. Could he really feel this way about an older woman? Heck, she was almost twice his age, he reminded himself, and then in the same moment, he thought again about how she felt in his arms. He wanted more, but knew it must be on her terms. "My Ben." She reached her hand to his face, feeling it like he was a fragile doll. "You're beautiful," she whispered. "I hope you mean handsome," he joked, trying to lightning he mood. If they didn't cool down soon, he'd be taking her right here in the booth. "Yes, of course. Tio Bueno, I must remember, men are handsome, women are beautiful. English is very confusing sometimes." She continued to softly stroke his face while she stared into his eyes. "Tus eques siendo beatiful para mi." "If you want me to be beautiful, I'll be beautiful." He kissed her again before pulling her to her feet and onto the dance floor. He glanced down, expecting to see a wet spot part way down the leg of his jeans. By this time of night, the boys had settled down to playing nothing but the slow songs, the better to turn the lovers on. Irene immediately caught around his neck with both arms, while he cupped a butt cheek with each hand, holding her tightly against him as his hard shaft poked at her continuously. They were still holding each other and swaying to the music when the man announced the last song for the band. They could stay and drink if anyone liked, but the only music for the rest of the night would have to be from the juke box. "I don't think I should drink anything more, but I hate to part." ***** "Me too," Irene concurred. "Maybe we should just call it a night." She knew Oscar would be anxiously waiting to hear about what happened when they left. Hand in hand they walked to the far end of the parking lot. He was in luck, theirs were the only two cars parked on that side of the building. Ben's pickup just happened to be parked one row over from the Mazda. He steered her over to it. Dropping the tailgate, he slipped her skirt up around the waist and easily hoisted her onto the cool metal surface. She spread her legs and he moved between them, pulling her forward until his cock rubbed against her silk covered cunt. "God, that's good," she moaned. "I wish we had time to do this right, but Oscar will expect me home soon." ***** Ben was on fire. He couldn't leave like this. "Catch around my neck and hold tight." He lifted her clear of the truck and slipped her panties below her hips in one smooth motion. Dropping to his knees his face was level with her cunt. His tongue trailed a path along her thigh and onto her hairy thatch; it tickled his nose as he nuzzled against her puffy lips. His tongue found her weeping slit and it tasted slightly bitter, yet salty. "Ooooohhh god, yes." She moaned. Her hips hunched forward and she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him to her as hard as she could. Ben loved the musky smell of her slick cunt. From the awkward position they were in, he could only touch her clit with his tongue and lips, his hands were completely out of play. He flicked her little nub with his tongue; finally, when she was moaning and twisting like a mad woman, he pulled and teased it with his lips. Making an 'O' with his lips he managed to lock them around her, now not so little, nub. Sliding his lips up and down on it, he showed her how it felt to fuck something, his mouth with her clit. "Sooo Gooood, baby—just like that—yeah—right there—that's the spot." Irene babbled between pauses to breathe. Finally she gave a final "OOoooo, baby," shuddered and went as limp the proverbial dish rag, and collapsed back on the steel truck body. "My god, Oscar just has to learn how to do it like that." She finally got her breathing under control and sat back up. Ben sat beside her and when she reached for his inner leg. His hard cock jumped at her touch. "Poor baby," she said, pushing Ben back into a horizontal position. The sound of his zipper seemed louder than normal in the quiet night, as she fished his cock out of its hiding place. It was so stiff she had a hard time working it free. Her small hand stroked it, without completely reaching all the way around, while she licked the crown, before taking the entire head into her mouth Her head worked up and down while her hand worked furiously on the shaft. Ben was so worked up it didn't take long. His shaft seem to swell, then pulsate as he pumped the load out of his balls. For the first time in her life, she swallowed. Ben was amazed. Could this woman—this angel—actually be allowing him to cum in her mouth? He shook his head in wonder when he saw it dripping down her chin. "Thank you, that was great." Ben laughed as he wiped her mouth with the red handkerchief from his pocket. They sat, basking in the afterglow, silently contemplating the future, until Irene slid to her feet. "This is really great, Ben, but I must get home. Oscar will be worried sick." Ben was beginning to think he must be sick already, if he wanted a woman like Irene to try another man. Older or not, he thought, if she were mine, I sure as hell wouldn't share her with anybody. I don't even like thinking about her fucking her husband. Ben silently watched the Mazda's taillights disappear before he cranked his truck and headed home, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He'd never fucked a woman with her husband's permission before. Suppose Oscar had a change of heart? After all, the man did own the company; if he pissed him off he could find himself pounding the streets, instead of Irene's pussy. Fulfilling His Fantasy He quickly dismissed such thoughts; Irene wanted him to have Sunday Brunch with at their house tomorrow so maybe he'd get a chance to take their game one step further. He fell asleep quickly and dreamed of undressing Irene. He was about to pull her panties down, when Oscar showed up out of nowhere and she'd make him stop. Ben awoke startled. He took a couple strokes on ole John, it was rock hard, but the hand couldn't take the place of a warm, loving woman—of Irene. He tossed about until he fell asleep again, and again the same dream returned. He had a restless night. ***** To Oscar, the last couple hours had seemed to last forever. He'd put an old John Holmes movie in the DVD and played with himself as he watched John feed the blonde bombshell all eleven inches of a cock that was fully twice as thick as his own. John had her stretched out on a table and he was standing between her legs, supporting them with his arms, while he long-stroked it. When she gave a little shriek and shuddered in climax, Oscar had shot a wad halfway across the room. In his mind's eye, he could see Ben doing the same with Irene. The thought of Ben fucking Irene, along with the sight of big John pouring it to the woman was just too much. He imagined himself getting between the legs of the starlet when big John pulled out. He could almost feel his freshly stiffening cock in her now stretched out silky sheath. That scene faded and now the woman before him was Irene, and Ben was just pulling his still hard cock out of her. He stepped back, bowing to him and with a sweep of his arm, said, "She's ready for you, Sir." And Oscar replied "Not Sir, it's Oscar, remember. No need to be formal, we share the same woman." The sound of the carport door opening shocked him out of his reverie. Quickly cleaning up, he rushed to the door, just in time to greet Irene. "How was it, Lover Girl?" Oscar met her with a big hug and kiss. Unable to identify the strange taste from her mouth, he quickly dismissed it. "Did you do it? Was it good?" He was as excited as a kid at Christmas. "Tell me everything!" "Whoa! Easy big boy," she smiled as she pushed him back. "All in good time—I need a cup of coffee first." "Coffee? I thought you'd want something stronger than coffee." "Had too much of that already. I need a clear head, if I'm going to tell you about tonight." They sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee while Irene related the happenings since he left them. She always could tell a good story, describing things in such great detail her listener could almost see it in his mind. When she started telling about them petting in the booth, Oscar's little cock stiffened. Her description of the first tender kiss and then his hands on her nipples made him horny, and by the time she got to the tailgate action, his breathing was coming in short gasps and his cock felt like it would tear through his pants. He laid her back on the table like Holmes had done to the starlet, but got a surprise when he tried to remove her panties. They were missing. That didn't bother him. He fumbled with his zipper before finally getting it down, and then when he entered her juicy passage with one hefty push, he felt like "the king of the hill." He and Big John were one, as he pounded away. ***** Irene was pleasantly surprised. She had no idea her libido could return so quickly, after such a climax as she had experienced with Ben. She'd never thought of doing it on a table before and wondered where Oscar had gotten the idea. It was a good one; their positions and angle made the best advantage for Oscar's short cock. He was pulling it almost all the way out before driving back in until their pubic hairs meshed, then with a little wiggle their sensitive parts rubbed together and shot bolts of lightning through her loins; then the cycle repeated. Each time he pulled out, his cock rubbed her clit, and when he shoved back in, the crown would touch a special place that drove her wild. She wondered who was yelling all kinds of obscenities, begging somebody to fuck them, then finally realized it was her. She felt Oscar's cum spurting into her, before they both relaxed with a final sigh. When the stars stopped whirling in their heads, they walked to the bedroom hand in hand. Maybe Oscar was right; maybe it was good to play around with another man. This had certainly been the best sex they'd experienced in years, if not in all time. They crawled onto the firm king-sized mattress, cuddling without further undressing, soaking in the afterglow of their love. Irene wondered just how her husband could be so sweet, so kind, so loving, and at the same time want to share her with another. Maybe he'd changed his mind. . . "Think you can arrange for me to see you do him?" Oscar's words removed all hope of that. "Don't you think that might be little awkward? I'm not sure Ben's the kind of man who'd screw a wife with her husband looking on." "No need to tell him. I explored the mirrored room before you got here." She could tell Oscar was as excited as a kid at Navidad. "One of those walls has a two-way mirror. I could stand in a closet of the next room and have a front row seat. He'd never know I was within fifty miles." "Oscar, are you sure? You should know by now I love you, but Honey, I really like Ben. I'm afraid of what might happen, if we go through with this." "Nothing is going to happen." Oscar kissed her forehead, her eyelids and lips before nibbling on her earlobes. "You'll have some fun, maybe learn a few tricks, and then we'll get together back here and screw each other's brains out." ***** Irene could never think straight when Oscar turned on the charm. Okay, she thought, if that's what he wants; I'll give it a try. She had to admit, she was curious. If Ben could dish out such mind blowing orgasms with his tongue, what could he do with that big dick? She fell asleep thinking of Ben and ways to bring about Oscar's fantasy. ***** Across town, Ben's thoughts were on her also. After waking the second time, he didn't try to go back to sleep. Instead, he just lay there, weighing his future path. He could fall for this woman big time, if she wasn't married. Who was he kidding? He'd already fallen for her—hard. Almost twice his age, yet when he tried to think of any of his old girlfriends, and there hadn't been a plain Jane in the lot, he couldn't picture one face for over a few seconds. Irene's image took over his mind. He finally fell back asleep thinking, "if only she wasn't married." An awful noise jarred him from a sound sleep. He was still in that never, never land between sleep and awareness when he finally managed to get the phone's receiver to his ear. "Hello." "You awake, Ben? It was Irene and as soon as he recognized her voice, he was fully awake. "Look, Ben, can you come over a bit early? I need to go over something with you before brunch?" "Sure, Boss. I'm yours anytime you want me." The words were out of his mouth before he realized they could be taken two ways. "Careful what you offer, Big Boy." Her giggle was infectious. "After last night, I just might need a lot." Irene nodded to Oscar, indicating their plans were on tract. "Oh! I almost forgot; it'll just be the two of us. Oscar had to make an emergency trip to Atlanta and won't be back until late tonight. Is that okay with you—you aren't afraid to be alone with me, are you?" ***** After hanging up, Oscar and Irene started preparing for their guest. Irene showered and tried to make herself as attractive as possible, while Oscar prepared to hide all day in the play room. He was safely behind the locked door ten seconds after the doorbell chimed. He realized it would be awhile before the action started, so he settled down with a 'who-dun-it'. "Hope you like sausage and eggs." Irene greeted Ben with a smile and a peck on the cheek. "Hmmm, my favorite." He followed her in, checking out the plush furnishings. "So you're all alone in this big ole house." It wasn't a question; he was just a little unsure how to proceed. Part of him wanted to take her in his arms, throw her on this big, comfortable looking sofa, strip her naked and fuck her until she begged for mercy. The other part kept nagging in the back of his head, reminding him she was a married woman. He gave in to neither, instead he followed her onto the sun porch where they ate and chatted, before sitting down to review a final report that had been faxed to Irene last night. "Okay. That's that," Irene snapped her brief case shut. "Time to give you the grand tour of the house. You ever been here before?" Assuring her he'd never set foot in this house before, he followed as she gave him the 'real estate agent' tour. Ben was adequately impressed; he'd driven by this place many times, wondering if the inside was as luxurious as the outside. It was. "I've saved the best for last." Irene announced, pausing at a door on the far end of the South wing. Ben, who'd been trailing behind asked, "What's behind this door?" He tried to turn the knob only to find it locked. "Just a bunch of the owner's things he didn't want us to use." She pushed open the playroom door with a flourish. "Taaa-Daaa, check this out." She stepped back allowing Ben to peer inside. "Wow! Talk about a man cave!" He had only seen rooms like this in the pages of Penthouse. He stopped Irene from pushing past him to enter. "Elegance like this deserves proper respect, Ma'am." She squealed when he swept her up, carrying her across the threshold like a bride. She locked her arms around his neck and when he tried to deposit her on the circular bed she pulled him down with her. Giggling and squealing like a couple of teenagers, they rolled and tumbled while feeling each other up. Ben pushed Irene's blouse up, exposing her bra that was trying, almost in vain, to contain her full breast. He locked his lips over one nipple while he kneaded the other with a free hand. "That feels good," she whispered, running her hands through his hair and then over every part of his body she could touch. Ben knew they had all afternoon, so he was in no hurry. He undid the straps and her treasures popped out. Tossing the bra on the floor, he started nibbling on her soft flesh while rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He felt her unzip his pants; then felt her hand searching for his cock. "Oh baby," he moaned, when she stroked his rock hard shaft. "What you do to me must be illegal" They continued the horseplay until both were naked except for Irene's thin lacy panties. Between Ben's mouth and her juices, the panties were soaked. Ben urged her to lift her hips so that he could slip her panties off and reunite them with the bra. With both in their birthday suits, they moved into a sixty nine positon. Ben's nostrils picked up an odor he thought was "Loveswept" perfume mixed with the hot, sexy scent of a turned-on woman. The woman scent got stronger when his tongue found her extended clit, and flicked around it just like she was doing with the head of his cock. Unable to restrain himself one minute longer, Ben rolled her over and switched to the missionary position. Instead of entering her immediately, he kissed, first her eyelids, then her nose, before finally pressing his lips on hers. She responded to his probing tongue with her own, and as they kissed the fire in her pussy reached white hot. "Put it in," she moaned, "I need it now." Ben lifted himself with one arm, while she pulled her legs up until her hairy triangle, guarding her labia's puffy lips lay open to him. Using his other hand, he guided his cock to its target, pausing just a moment when the crown touched her labia. Unable to resist teasing her just one more time, he rubbed the purplish crown, now the resembling a huge plumb, the full length of her slick opening once—twice—then a third time before pushing into the warm silky glove. Irene gave a soft gasp as her inner muscles first resisted the intrusion then relaxed and accepted the ecstasy the probing cock offered. ***** In the next room Oscar had discovered a few other kinky things about the house's owner. Flicking the light switch twice, waiting a moment and doing it again, resulted in the clothes rack disappearing into one end of the closet, while a sliding floor, complete with chair and a stand holding a box of tissues appeared from the other end. A sensitive sound system, with a rack of monitors set to cover the bed from any angle, allowed Oscar to see and hear everything that went on in the playroom. Settling in the chair, with his fly unzipped, Oscar anxiously waited for the action. He would finally get to see Irene fuck another man, one with a much bigger cock than his. Would she like it? How would it change things between the two of them? What if she wouldn't want him any longer? He quickly dismissed such thoughts from his mind. Of course she'd still want him; she was his wife, wasn't she? Finally, after what seemed to be a lifetime, he was watching his wife and her lover frolicking around on the bed. His fantasy was becoming reality and he was getting hard. When they got naked he got his first look at Ben's cock. My god, he thought, can Irene take that? It'll split her in two. Oscar had seen longer cocks before, in the porn movies, but thicker? He didn't think so. That damn thing must have been as big around as a beer can. Not even the legendary Holmes's piston could match Ben's, in girth. Oscar tensed up when Ben teased Irene with his cock. When the head pushed past her lips, he had to remind himself to breathe. Another inch pushed its way in and he heard his wife gasp. O god, he thought, she can't take it. It's going to hurt her too much. Feeling sudden sympathy for Irene, he was almost rushed to her rescue. Torn between his desire to see the action and the feeling he should call this whole thing off now, before it was too late, he hesitated and the moment passed. His concern dissipated when he heard her tell Ben how good it was. She asked him to go real slow until she adjusted, and that's when Oscar relaxed to enjoy the show. His wife was on her back in the missionary position; her knees were pulled as high as she could get them, while Ben supported most of his weight with his arms. Each time Ben drove his cock into her, her lower body kind of bowed up and her legs jiggled. On the outward stroke, Oscar could see several inches of Ben's thick cock, glistening with her juices, appear then disappear once more in her furry nest, accompanied by her constant mantra of "oh god, oh god." Oscar's attention switched from monitor to monitor and back to the view through the mirror. The mirror gave him an overall view, while some of the monitors showed him much better detail. One had a perfect display of her face, twisted in ecstasy, her eyes clenched tightly shut, and her tongue hanging to one side, when she wasn't moaning, "oh god, oh god." A twang of jealousy stirred in Oscar's heart. He had never caused such a look on Irene's face, not in all the years they'd been married. For the first time, he began to doubt the wisdom of his fantasy. His doubt grew when he heard her screams of "Fo-lla-me—FUCK ME." He watched her entire body shudder for what seemed like forever to him, and then she finally lay still. Ben's butt cheeks clinched as he pressed his cock into her to the hilt. They lay like that several minutes, before Ben rolled off his wife. Oscar's doubts multiplied when he checked the monitors. One showed a close-up of her face as she gazed into Ben's eyes. He could read her lips as she soundlessly worded 'That was good" Another monitor gave him a view he couldn't see from the window. It showed her spread legs and puffy abused pussy lips gapping open, while Ben's white cum drained down her butt cheeks and onto the red bedspread. Dust must have gotten into Oscar's eye, for he felt a tear drop running down his cheek, and he brushed it aside with the back of his hand. What had he done? He wondered. The lovers cuddled for some time, just lying face to face, Ben's hand rubbing her back at first, then later he slipped down in the bed far enough for him to get her nipples in his mouth. Oscar could plainly see him kissing and nibbling on her taught nipples. He watched as Irene's excitement built up and saw her throw her leg across Ben's body, allowing him to fondle her pussy and inner thigh with his free hand. "I didn't know sex could be this good with anyone." Irene said. "You know what they say," Ben replied. "Sex with anyone is good once you get started." "Okay, Big Boy, I'm ready to get started." She got on all fours and backed up to the side of the bed. Ben stood behind her, spreading her legs enough to achieve coupling. "Uuuuugh!" Oscar heard her exclaim as Ben's cock once again slipped in her velvety sheath. She pushed back hard and felt it touch a sore spot deep inside. "Easy, Honey, you got me sore from that last round." Ben adjusted his stroke, only using about six inches, which gave Oscar a much more erotic view of his wife taking another man's cock. Somehow, it didn't seem all that erotic now. He watched a few more minutes, getting more melancholy with each passing minute. He wanted to burst into the other room and drag that young man off his wife. Oscar didn't because he knew he had no cause to bitch. He was getting exactly what he asked for. And Irene, who had warned him of this happening, had every right to enjoy the experience. He just hoped her warning, of the possibility of her falling for the younger man, didn't come to pass. Oscar may have been a fool, wishing to see his wife fuck another, but he was also a man of integrity. He'd made a deal, and in his world, his word was his bond. He realized just how much he loved Irene, but he'd do nothing to interfere with her happiness. The lovers were still going at it when Oscar slowly made his way out of the room, locking the door behind him. As silent as a ghost, he made his way to his car, dabbing the tears away with his handkerchief. He needed a drink badly and he knew just the place to get it. ***** Back in the playroom, the lovers were still doing it doggie style. Irene was babbling a steady stream of "fuck me, fuck me, that's so good," and the like. Finally she howled almost like a dog; she started shaking and a climax racked her body. It was too much for Ben. He grabbed around her hips, much like the male dog clasps the bitch with his front legs, and held her tightly against him, his cock buried to the hilt. Neither was concerned with pain at the moment. Finally sated, they collapsed to the side, quietly waiting for their breathing to return to normal, they sat on the side of the bed. They both giggled at the two naked people peering back at them from the wall mirror. Irene had red splotches on her upper body, especially her neck and breast, caused by Ben getting carried away with his mouth. Her legs were slightly spread and Ben could see the thick white sperm leaking onto the red bedspread. The room reeked of sex and Ben's cock started to stiffen again. "You just as well put that thing away and take a shower. Twenty two won't go into forty four but twice before forty four's cunt is worn out." She headed for the bathroom. "Come on, this place has a hot tub, and I know one old lady who can use it about now." Sitting in front of the nozzles with hot water spraying their bodies, the couple quickly rejuvenated. Ben was ready for another bout, but he suspected it wasn't in store. Irene's demeanor had become serious; he could tell something was bothering her, but what? "You better get dressed," she said as they dried off. "Just one more—for the road." He tried to lead her back to the bed. "No," she said and started dressing. She had enjoyed every minute of the sex with Ben, but now that her passion and anticipation had turned to reality, her Catholic upbringing started to rear its head. In a word, she was beginning to feel guilty. She knew she had violated a moral principle held dear since childhood; the gravity of her offence kept nagging at her. Fulfilling His Fantasy "Did you enjoy it." She said to the mirror. "Huh? I missed that?" Ben wondered about her talking to herself. "Forget it Ben. I'm just talking to myself." She finished dressing and checked herself in the mirror. "Come on. Let's see what we can find in the fridge. You've worn this old woman out." Ben wanted to assure her she wasn't all that old, but he sensed the time had passed, things has drastically changed in a matter of minutes. "Women!" he thought, "I'll never understand em." Once in the kitchen, Ben watched as Irene checked the fridge and removed a pan of something she called Chocolate Delight. She handed him a big serving and then taking a much smaller one for herself, they sat at the bar and both picked at their food in silence. Ben was wondering what he had done wrong, while Irene beat herself up mentally for succumbing to Oscar's fantasy and her lust. "Did I do something wrong, Irene?" Ben was beginning to worry just how bad he'd screwed up. Had he messed up so bad it would affect the future plans for the plant? Mr. Johnson had stressed that everything depended on keeping the Geronimo family happy. ***** "It's not you Ben," she held his hand and smiled sadly. "It's me. I thought I could fulfil Oscar's fantasy of seeing me with someone else." She patted his hand. "I chose you as the 'someone else'. You really turned me on, and to tell the truth, if I wasn't married, I'd go for you big time." "You—you used me?" "Yes and no. Did I know from the start we weren't going anywhere with this affair? Yes. Did I not really mean anything we said or did? No—capital NO, I meant every word." The hurt in his eyes made this even harder. "Look at it this way; Oscar has been trying to get me to do this for several years. You are the very first man I ever found acceptable. That should tell you what I think about you." "Yeah—I guess so." "What I didn't expect," she continued, "was to fall in love with you, or I guess that at this point, it would be more correct to say, with your cock." She held both of his hands firmly, knowing that if he embraced her now, she'd never finish what she wanted to say. "I never thought it possible for me to love two men," she looked him squarely in the eyes as she continued, " but God help me—I think I do." "Does that mean we can keep seeing each other like this?" "I just don't know. I have to think; it's not right, I know that, it's against everything I was taught growing up—still. . .." They walked to the door, hand in hand. On the high columned front porch they paused, their faces within mere inches of each other's and tears dripping Irene's cheek. "Bye for now," she whispered, "I'll let you know what I decide Monday." "Hold on," Ben embraced her and she didn't resist. "One for the road?" His lips met hers, his hard shaft pressed against her soft body and their tongues did a farewell dance. Reluctantly they parted. "Bye, Honey," Irene whispered as she watched him drive away. ***** Oscar watched from his hiding place behind the shrubs. He'd seen that Ben's car was still there when he returned from the Shorty's Pool Room, so he hid outside rather than risk bumping into Ben. The way he was hurting inside, that might have gotten nasty, yet he knew he had no right to feel like that. It still hurt. Was there any chance Irene could forgive him and their life return to normal? He knew the answer to that one, even as the thought formed in his mind. No—they'd passed a point of no return. But that didn't mean they couldn't build on something new. He intended to try and if he had to share her with another stud, he would, but he knew now that didn't want to. However, the scene he'd just watched play out at his front door made him think he would be sharing. Irene was waiting, watching Ben's car until it turned the corner before she started to go inside. "Irene!" he called out and stepped from behind the shrubs. "What are you doing out here? Don't tell me I went through all that and you missed the whole thing." "I saw it," he assured her, "at least all I could stand." He embraced her in the same spot she was standing when she kissed Ben goodbye. "I was wrong, Baby. I couldn't stand watching you with him. I had to walk out to keep from killing him." Tears were draining down his cheeks. "Do you think you can forgive me?" "Of course, Honey. I love you." Problem is, I think I love both of you, she thought, but didn't say. "Can you give him up?" Oscar was nervous. He felt like his whole life depended on the answer. Irene sensed it and just couldn't help remembering how he'd nagged her to do this. Now that she had, and found she liked it, he was asking her to give it up? ***** "I'll think about it," she promised him. "Right now I can say that my feelings for you haven't changed. I still love you and want you to be my husband; I want us to grow old together. But, can I give up Ben and the way he makes me feel? Truthfully, right now I think that train has left the station."