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Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 01

By: JonB1969



I could not believe that I was about to do this. 

But it was too late to back out now, because I had already gone inside the front doors of the strip bar -- oops, I meant gentlemen's club -- and to leave would have meant calling more attention to myself, which was the last thing I wanted. I had driven straight over from work, so that I couldn't give myself the chance to wimp out. And now I was here.

I approached the hostess, sitting primly behind a cash register.

She smiled a smile that put me at ease and said, "Hi."

I said, "Uh, hi. Do you, uh, allow women in here?"

"Of course we do."

"You do?"

The hostess smiled politely. "I know, a lot of clubs only allow women in if they're with a man, but we're not like that."

"Oh, good." I quickly paid the cover. 

The hostess smiled. "Enjoy yourself, honey."

Walking past her, I said, "Thank you." 

I was soon enveloped in loud music, nearly total darkness, and colored spotlights, some of which were trained on dancers doing their thing on tiny little stages. I was still dressed for work -- long sleeved black sweater, black leather pencil skirt, and matching leather pumps with sexy five inch stiletto heels, and my favorite sheer nude seamed stockings. 

I was thankful for the darkness. That way nobody could see my hot rosy blush. I still could not believe I was doing this. I quickly walked across the room, sat at the bar, and crossed my legs. 

I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, ordered a drink, and had a good look around.

I tried not to look too disappointed. All the dancers looked like me, although I at least have a pretty decent figure -- at least that's what my husband Jack tells me. He says I've got the most beautiful body he's ever seen. I still blush when I think of him saying that. I'm five two barefoot, with long brunette hair and brown eyes.

But every last one of these dancers were depressingly Caucasian, although in some cases not even as curvy as me. There were perhaps ten dancers in the room -- and all of them were white. Eight of them were blonde.

I sighed and sipped at my drink, as I checked my watch. My husband Jack would be home in about another 45 minutes, if he left on time, and there was no traffic -- like either of those things were likely to happen. If he somehow beat me home, I would just complain about the traffic and apologize. He'd understand.

The dancer on the main stage got off, to scattered applause. I took advantage of the lull in the action to ask the bartender, "You guys have any black girls?"

The bartender, who was cuter than some of the dancers, smiled. "She's coming on next."

"Who's that?"

The bartender smiled wider. "Just wait and see."

Then the DJ came on. "Okay gentlemen, and ladies, we are proud to introduce our one and only, Ebony!"

I smirked. But the smirk died when I saw the girl. She was beautiful, with rich chocolate brown skin, long straight shiny pretty jet black hair past her shoulders, and a curvaceous figure. She had more cleavage than I could ever dream of, a slender waist, nice wide hips, and long slim arms and legs. She was dressed in a white lace bra top, white miniskirt, and outrageous white heels. This was my husband's fantasy black woman, come to life.

Or was that "cum" to life? 

I was going to give my husband a very unique, one time only opportunity for our fifteenth wedding anniversary -- I was going to let him fuck a black woman. 

I knew my husband had a definite thing going for black women. I know all about the collection of photos and videos on the computer.

Whether this whole thing with black girls was just a fantasy, or something that he really wants to make happen, I was bound and determined to get it out of his system. If I knew about it, that didn't make it an affair. So I came to this strip club with the purpose of finding a black girl for my husband. 

And I'd found her. Maybe I'd just watch him fuck her. Or maybe I wouldn't.

But one thing I did know -- I had to talk to this girl, especially after I watched her dance. So when she got off stage, I picked up my drink, left the safety of the bar, and went up to her. From the bar, she looked tall, but when I went up to her, I found she was the same height as I was.

As I walked up to her, she had her back turned to me, picking up the money on the stage.

I said, "Uhm ... hi."

She turned and looked at me. "Hey, baby."

Her voice was as smooth as her chocolate skin, although it was pleasantly nasal. And her skin was very smooth indeed, the consistency of chocolate pudding. She seemed very young. I felt a twinge of guilt, that I was asking someone's baby girl to do this.

I swallowed. "Hi. I'm Lauren."

She smiled and extended her hand to me, a beautifully manicured hand with long nails. "Hi, Lauren. I'm Ebony."

"Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too. What can I do for you?"

I said, "Well, for starters, would you mind dancing for me?"

"I'd love to. Would you like to go to the VIP room? We'll be undisturbed for as long as you want."

"You mean for as long as I can spend?"

Ebony smiled. "Well, yes, that too. I have to admit, I've never danced for a woman before. But there's a first time for everything, right?"

"Right."

"Well, we don't have to go to the VIP room. I could just dance for you right out here. But I'm sensing you don't want everyone to see that."

I shook my head in agreement. "Definitely not."

"The VIP room would be a lot nicer, and a lot more private. What do you say?"

I said, "So, how much do I have to spend?"

"A hundred dollars will get you fifteen minutes. Three songs. I'll make sure they're extended mixes."

"Okay. Let me go visit the ATM."

I crossed the room to the other side, where the ATM sat, and withdrew one hundred dollars from my own account, wincing at the fee. Then I crossed back over to where Ebony waited.

She smiled at me. "Come with me, baby. I'll show you to the VIP room."

"Okay."

Ebony took my hand and led me past the bar, through a door, and pointed the way up a short flight of stairs. "Go up there and have a seat, baby, anywhere you like. I'll be right up. I just need to fix my lipstick."

"Okay."

I quickly climbed the steps, opened the door, and went inside. I could feel my pulse quicken. But that didn't make sense. I wasn't the one who would be getting this present. Here, the music was quieter. I could hear myself think. The lights were somewhat brighter, but the lighting was softer. I walked to the end of the room, sat down and crossed my legs. I took a big swallow off my drink for good measure. 

A few minutes later, I watched Ebony's slim figure ease inside the door. She carefully closed and latched it, then walked over to where I sat, smiling as she approached me.

The girl sat next to me, in all her chocolate glory, and crossed her slim legs. "Thanks for waiting."

"Oh, no problem, I understand. A girl has to look good."

"Speaking of which, how does my lipstick look?"

"Believe me, you look fine." 

Ebony blushed and squeezed my arm. "Thanks, baby."

"I have to say, this is a pretty nice room."

"Yeah, I like it. This couch is so comfortable, isn't it?"

"Guess that's why it's the VIP room."

"So, Lauren, you wanted me to dance for you?"

"Well, I, uh, wanted to talk to you, in private, before you dance. That way, at least, even if you aren't interested in what I have to say, you'll still make some money."

Ebony (if that was her name) smiled. "We can talk about whatever you want up here. They won't hear us. Fire away."

"Do you ... do ... uh ... home visits?"

She nodded at once. "Yes, I go to people's homes all the time and dance for them, when I'm not dancing here. What's the occasion?"

"It's my fifteenth wedding anniversary coming up."

"Wow, fifteen years? Congratulations!"

"Thanks." 

Ebony grinned. "I'm guessing this dance is for your husband?"

I blushed. "Yes. But I need more than that."

"What? Do you have a theme? A fantasy? I have all kinds of clothes and uniforms, and I can do role play. Nurse, secretary, whatever you want, I can do it."

"Well ... I ... need a ... little more than that."

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it won't be a problem. What is it exactly that you want me for?"

I fidgeted nervously. "Well ... I want you ... to ... fuck my husband."

"I beg your pardon?"

I boldly repeated, "I said, I want you to fuck my husband."

"You want to celebrate fifteen years of being with one man by letting him fuck another woman?"

"Not just another woman," I said. "I happen to know he likes black women."

Her eyes were wide, but otherwise her voice was normal. "How do you know he doesn't just like to look at black women?"

I rolled my eyes. "Listen, sweetheart. My husband Jack has a huge collection of magazines and videos. All of them featuring or starring black women. I know it isn't something he thinks about in passing."

"Okay. Suppose it is all just a fantasy for him? Or maybe he wants to make it happen, but he just hasn't worked his mind past just enjoying the fantasy?"

"Oh, trust me, Ebony, once you start putting your hands on him, he will have no trouble taking it past fantasy to reality. I guarantee it."

"But what I'm trying to ask here is, will I still get paid, even if he chickens out?"

Here was the sticking point. But it was no big deal. "Yes. You'll still get paid."

"And how much were you proposing to pay me?"

"Two hundred and fifty for the evening. I think that will cover the range of possibilities."

"What range might that be?"

"Well, it's possible, as you say, that my husband might chicken out. He might just be satisfied with a blow job. Or it could go all the way."

"What do you mean, 'all the way'?"

I swallowed. "Meaning, he'll want to fuck you."

"Were you planning to watch or participate?"

I shrugged. "It depends on him. I'm hoping that I'll want to participate."

Ebony nodded. "I see. That kind of adds to the range of possibilities."

"I know."

"Can you go any higher? I have to say, your offer is intriguing, to say the least. But let's face it, I can make two hundred in half an hour here, without coming in contact with bodily fluids."

I swallowed. "Okay. How about five hundred for the night? How would that do?"

"Well, let me just ask you, how long is 'the night' supposed to be? Am I staying for dinner after or spending the night, or what?"

"This time it means just two or three hours. Five hundred is the highest I can go."

The girl's mouth fell open slightly. "Uh... That would do nicely."

I said, "So, I guess that settles that."

"Not so fast. Have you ever had a threesome? We have to think ahead here."

I shook my head. "Nope. Never even thought about it before today, to be honest with you. But what does that have to do with it?"

"Well, let's take a moment to think about it. You wouldn't just be having sex with your husband. You'd be having sex with your husband, who would be having sex with me. So you'd also be having sex with me, as well as your husband."

I swallowed. "I hadn't thought about it that way, I have to admit."

"Have you ever been with a woman, just the two of you?"

"No. What about you?"

Ebony smiled a private smile. "I've never had a threesome. But I have been with another woman, yes."

"What's it like?"

"That's a good question." She pursed her lips and stared at the ceiling for a minute. Then she looked at me. "It's like being with someone who already knows what to do."

"Really?"

"Really. Nobody knows how to please a woman better than another woman. Then there's the other thing."

"What's that?"

"Being with another woman, you get the best of both worlds -- endless foreplay, all the orgasms you can stand, with no pregnancy fears or performance anxiety to ruin it. You can have your cake and eat it, too."

"Sounds like fun."

Ebony smiled, in a way that made my heart beat faster. "So, does that sound like something you'd like to try?"

I nodded, somewhat shakily. "Yeah. It's something I'd like to try."

"Well then, I suppose I'd better start that dance, shouldn't I? Be a pity if you spent all that money, and we don't click on the big night, right?"

"Yeah. A pity."

In one smooth move, Ebony got up, sat in my lap, and put her hands on my shoulders. "So, I guess we'd better find out now, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess so."

"Just sit back, and relax. I'll do all the work."

I gulped. "Okay."

"Don't be nervous, baby. I'm nervous enough for the both of us." 

"I thought you said you'd been with a woman before?"

"Being with a woman in private, isn't the same as dancing for a woman in a strip club. I'm not even sure what the rules are supposed to be."

"What if I were a guy?"

Ebony looked at the ceiling again, and then down at me. "Well, if you were a guy, you'd get a stern lecture about keeping your hands to yourself. But if I liked you, then the rules would get, shall we say, bent a little. If you know what I mean."

"Yeah. I know what you mean."

"But since I've never danced for a woman, we can bend the rules anyway. Since I'm not entirely sure what the rules are."

We both giggled.

I heard myself ask, "How far can we bend them?"

Ebony laughed a little, but her voice was soft. "Until I say stop."

I said, "Okay, Ebony."

"It's Staci."

"I'm sorry?"

Then she said, "My real name. It's Staci. Staci Summers."

I smiled. "Hi, Staci. It's nice to meet you."

"Since we're going to be working together, you should know my real name."

I said, "I didn't know--"

But Staci placed the tip of her index finger on my lips. "The next song is coming on."

Whoever the DJ was, he was a mind reader. He started playing Toni Braxton, one of my favorite singers.

Staci whispered, "Do you like this song?"

"Oh my god, I love this song."

"Does it make you feel sexy?"

"Yes, it makes me feel very sexy."

"Good. I just had the DJ play this CD for me. I'm glad we have the same taste."

I smiled. "You have good taste."

"Have you ever danced for your husband?"

I smirked. "He's never asked me to. Why?"

"You look pretty hot in this outfit."

I blushed. I could feel my heart beating through my chest. "Thank you. Although I don't wear it for that reason."

Staci's eyes flashed. Then she started running her hands all over me as she said, "You mean to tell me, that you wear this soft sweater, this shiny leather skirt, and these high heels, and you don't feel sexy?"

"Yes, okay," I admitted. "I do feel very sexy in this outfit."

"What do you like about it most?"

I gasped, as she ran her hands boldly over my skirt, smoothing it down, and turning me on. "When I go walking down the hall, or across the room, on a bare tile floor, I like the sound my heels make."

"Mmm, yes. Click-click-click ... Turning on every man in the room."

"Yes."

"And I'll bet this skirt makes a swish-swish-swish when you walk."

I moaned. "Yes."

Suddenly Staci moved over. "Well, here, give me a show. Walk across the room and come back."

I laughed, although it didn't sound natural. "Are you serious?"

Staci squeezed my arm. "Quite serious. Come on, show me what you've got!"

At that moment, I was feeling nervous. But since it was just Staci and I in the room, for the moment, I decided to oblige her. I stood up, and slowly walked to the other end of the room, and back over. By the time I got back over to where Staci sat, I was beginning to feel definitely aroused.

Staci smiled up at me. "You look so sexy walking like that."

I blushed. "Thank you."

"Doesn't that feel sexy?"

"Yes," I exhaled. "Yes."

"Sit back down so I can dance for you."

I moaned. "Okay." I sat back down and crossed my legs. 

"Why don't you help me undo this?"

"You mean, your top?"

"Yes, my top. You're paying me a hundred bucks, you might as well get to see my tits."

I laughed, despite myself. "That sounds fair."

Staci sat in my lap, gathered her hair up, and turned her back towards me. "You know what to do."

I did indeed know what to do. But I was suddenly taken aback by all the beautiful chocolate skin presented before my eyes. I touched her back, tentatively, used the tips of my nails to push the straps of her bra down around her arms, and finally undid the clasp.

I said, "You have most beautiful skin, Staci."

"Aw, thank you! Would you mind rubbing my back, baby? You have such soft hands."

"I'd love to rub your back." I rubbed my hands all over her bare back, massaged her shoulders. I had Staci moaning and writhing as she sat in my lap.

"Oh, god, Lauren, you have the most wonderful technique."

I smiled. "That's what my husband says."

"I think I'll take some of that money you'll pay me and give you some back so you can give me a longer massage."

I blushed. "That's very sweet of you."

"Because as much as I'd love to just sit here, I have to dance for you."

Then Staci turned around. And suddenly I had the most beautiful chocolate breasts right before my very large eyes, chocolate breasts with cute little fudge nipples.

She said, "Do you like them?"

I had to tear my eyes away, and make myself look up at her face. "Yes. I love them."

"Why don't you touch them?"

"Is this what you call bending the rules?"

Staci smiled. "We haven't bent them that far, not yet. Now come on. Touch my tits."

Very gingerly indeed, I reached up ... with both hands ... and put them on her breasts. Her breasts were soft and velvety, and there was enough breast to fill my palms, to wrap my fingers around, more than enough to play with. 

I ran the tips of my nails all over her breasts, lightly brushed her nipples. Watched them get hard before my eyes. Then I ever so gently cupped and squeezed her breasts. I could feel her hard nipples against my palms.

Staci moaned. "Lauren!"

"Am I doing okay?"

"My god, Lauren, you are doing wonderfully. Your hands are so soft!"

"So are your breasts."

"Let's see how you are at sucking them."

I looked up at Staci. "I guess this means you like me?"

Staci smiled down at me, as she slipped her hand around my head. "Oh, yes. Definitely."

"Good. What about my modest proposal?"

"Yes. I agree. Five hundred for the night. Whether it's just a blow job or a full blown threesome. Or anywhere in between."

"I'm glad."

"Good. Now suck on my tits."

I found myself up close and very personal with some of the most beautiful real estate I've ever seen, before or since. I held her left breast in my palm, and circled my tongue around her nipple. I kept lightly flicking my tongue over it, and finally I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked on it, using the soft part of my mouth, like her breast was the most delectable ice cream cone I'd ever tasted.

And it was.

I hungrily alternated between her left and right breasts, never hurrying, and never getting too rough. I wanted to be gentle with her. I wanted her to be gentle with me.

But I was also wanting more of her.

My right hand strayed down her side and around to the small of her back, and found the zipper to her skirt.

Staci said, "You want to take my skirt off, baby?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Then take it off."

I unzipped it, then pulled it up around her waist. And then I started to touch her pussy through her thong panties with the tips of my nails.

Staci squeezed my arms, and inhaled sharply. "Oh, god. Do you like that chocolate pussy, baby?"

"I'm a woman. I've always liked chocolate."

Staci laughed and moaned. "Would you like to taste this chocolate pussy?"

"Can I? Seriously?"

"Yes, if you want to."

"I would love to."

Staci kicked off her heels, stood on the couch, yanked down her panties slightly, and put her wet pussy in my face. Here, I surprised myself. It was like I already knew what to do. I lapped at her pussy with my tongue, using the tip of tongue to work the folds of her chocolate pussy. And then I started to suck on her clit.


Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 01



I was rewarded by Staci's sultry moans and delicate gasps.

I reached up to put my fingers in her pussy, but Staci stopped me. "Sorry, baby. That's where we stop bending the rules."

I nodded. "Okay."

"But I won't stop you from eating my pussy."

I smiled. "Okay."

I held on to her ass cheeks and kept lapping hungrily at her pussy, and soon I heard her gasps and moans become urgent. And finally her nails dug for a moment in my scalp, and then relaxed.

Finally she got back down, straddled me -- and kissed me!

"So, how did I do?"

Staci ran her nails through my hair. "You passed. Oh, god, did you pass. You made me come. Now shut up and kiss me. We still have one more song left."

And we kissed. I had never kissed a woman before, at least not like this. But I found it was disturbingly easy to get used to. When Staci put her tongue in my mouth and found mine, I moaned with the sensation.

It was wonderful. She kissed me, just to kiss. She used her tongue as much as her lips, to tease me, to pleasure me. I was getting so hot, it was like every nerve ending was twice as sensitive!

As we kissed, Staci pushed her breasts against mine. I thought that was pretty nice, until she slipped her hands under my sweater and touched me, grazed my skin with her nails.

Staci grinned. "I hope my hands aren't too cold."

I shook my head rather jerkily. "No. You're fine."

"Let me know if it's not okay for me to touch you. Okay? The same rules apply in reverse."

"Okay."

My god, it was so nice, being kissed and caressed. My husband and I haven't made love in quite awhile, although that's because we're both busy more than anything. So it was nice to get this physical affection.

"Staci?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I like you, too."

Her lips paused against mine, and she smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. Is it okay if I touch your breasts, baby?"

I nodded. "Yes. Please."

She ran her hands up my back, then along my bra, and put her hands on my breasts, gently playing with them. I moaned and arched into her touch, even as she kept kissing me.

"Do you like that, baby?"

I moaned, "Yes, Staci, I like it."

Suddenly, Staci's hands began to move down, and down some more. She got down on her knees, and started to push my skirt up!

She said, "You don't mind if I return the favor, do you, Lauren?"

I gasped. "No."

Staci gently pushed my skirt up, then slid her fingers underneath, felt for my panties, and equally gently, pulled them down my legs! Then, as if that wasn't enough, she pushed my skirt up and spread my legs!

My heart felt like it was about to pop out of my chest, it was beating so fast! 

And then I felt her tongue on my pussy. It was absolutely unbelievable. It felt as if every nerve ending on my body were attached to my pussy!

I moaned lusciously, "Oh, Staci!"

I was getting totally lost in the moment, when suddenly -- the music stopped!

Staci pulled away. I moaned desperately for her to continue. "Please don't stop!"

"I'm sorry, baby. But that was the last song."

"Oh god, please, eat my pussy! I'll pay you another hundred!"

"You want me to eat your white pussy, baby?"

"Please, please, eat my white pussy!"

Staci lightly stroked my pussy with her long French nails but didn't slip them inside me. "Do you like having your pussy eaten by a black girl?"

I gasped. "Oh god, yes, I love it! God, play the next song, already!"

Staci licked her lips. "Don't worry, he will."

And over the next two songs, Staci took me to a place few men have ever really taken me to -- Paradise. It seemed my orgasms were having orgasms. We spent the last song just kissing.

Staci sat next to me, as she pulled her skirt back down into place, and zipped it back up. "So, when exactly is the big day? Soon, I hope?"

"Not soon enough. A week from Thursday."

"Oh, good. That gives us time to prepare." She reached for her bra top. "Can you clasp this for me, baby?"

I said, "Sure. Prepare?"

"Well, we need to prepare the boudoir if we're going to have proper anniversary sex. Prepare ourselves as well."

"You've got a point. Let's go shopping this weekend, and we can both go get our hair and nails done, on me."

"Oh my god. That totally sounds like fun!"

"Do you think you can be free this weekend?"

"Even if I'm not free, I'll make myself free. My friends can do without me for once. I need to have my nails done again."

I laughed. "Okay."

"Quick, let's trade cell phone numbers, before my boss starts wondering what's taking me so long and sends someone up here."

"Yeah, let's do that."

We both dug our cell phones out of our purses and exchanged cell phone numbers.

We put away our cell phones, then Staci said, "You staying a while longer?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, honey, but I need to be heading home."

Staci touched my arm. "Well, you be careful out there, and give me a call tomorrow so we can set up our girl's day."

"You got it."

Staci surprised me by holding my chin and kissing me. 

"It was so nice meeting you, Lauren. Your husband is a lucky guy."

I blushed, despite myself. "Thank you."

"Do you mind if I walk you downstairs?"

"Nope. Not at all."

Staci put her heels back on. I stood up, but she said, "Oops, baby, we need to pull down your skirt! We can't have you leaving like this."

I looked down. My skirt was indeed a mess. I said, "Oh, no."

Staci just smiled and said, "No worries, baby. Here, let me smooth this down for you."

I smiled. "Okay."

Staci pulled my skirt back down, and smoothed it over my butt and hips. "There you go. All better, baby."

Then I said, "Wait a minute."

"What?"

"My panties. Where's my panties?"

Staci held them up, dangling from her index finger. "Better put these somewhere."

Blushing, I took them from her and stuffed them in my purse. "I'll put them on later."

"No, leave them off. This skirt looks so much better without them."

"I'll leave them off, just for you."

We started for the door. She said, "I know this place where they have some great sex toys."

I blushed. "Sex toys?"

"Haven't you ever played with a dildo? What about a vibrator?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Never even seen one."

Staci shook her head at me. "Making love with you is going to be a wonderful experience, Lauren."

We started down the stairs. "I can't wait."

We finally went through the door, and back into the main room. Staci said, "Now don't forget to call me." 

"I won't."

Staci held me and kissed me, then pulled back. "You'd better not. Good night."

I stood there, my mouth still open. "Believe me, I will."



Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 02



I couldn't believe I was about to do this, either.

If you've read the previous story, you already know that I went to a strip club last week, looking for a black woman. And I found her. Staci Summers. I hired her to come to the house on the night of my fifteenth wedding anniversary, to help my husband exorcise once and for all, this all-consuming desire he has for black women.

And now it was that night. The night of our anniversary. I was glancing at my watch literally every other minute, listening with a dog-like intensity, every time I heard a car pulling up, or a car door opening and closing, then going to the door.

Staci came up behind me after once such glance through the door, and put her hands on my shoulders. She said, "Will you calm down?"

I turned around and said, "I am calm, I'm just --"

"Anxious for him to get home. I know, baby."

Staci was, of course, looking beautiful, wearing a spanking white leather skirt, a tight white sweater, matching white pumps, glossy red lipstick, and her black hair up in a severe bun, her pretty French nails just as long as when we met last week.

I went with Staci's suggestion to wear the same outfit when we met -- black leather skirt, tight black ribbed cotton sweater, sexy black stiletto heels, glossy pink lipstick. Long French nails. She says I look sexy when I wear it. That was good enough for me.

Neither of us wore panties, at Staci's suggestion. She said underwear would just get in the way. I was already wet enough, just thinking about what was to come.

She caressed my arms and kissed me softly. "He'll be home any minute now. Just concentrate on making his night the best one he's ever going to have."

I nodded, our faces still touching. "I know. You're right. Once he gets in the door, I'll be fine. It's just this waiting."

Suddenly, I heard a car pull up. I quickly ran to the door yet again. "It's him! Come on, Staci, hide! Quickly!"

A car door slammed shut. Then footsteps. Finally my husband came through the door, all six handsome feet of him. As soon as he stepped through the door, I stepped up to him, placed my hands on his chest, and kissed him. Not too hard. Just enough pressure to feel my lips against his.

Provocatively, I said, "Happy anniversary, baby."

Jack grinned. "Happy anniversary to you, too, Lauren. What's up with the outfit?"

I just said, "Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."

"What?"

"Just close your eyes." I reached down and took his briefcase from him. "You won't be needing this."

Jack said, "Okay." He closed his eyes shut.

I put his briefcase on the coffee table, and signaled Staci over. She was careful to cross on the carpet so Jack couldn't hear her approach, wouldn't hear the clicks of her heels.

Staci's eyes roved up and down, taking him in. Her eyes flashed when she looked at me. Without hesitation, she stepped up to him, and kissed him. Jack was a perfect sport. He kept his eyes closed, even though he had to know the woman kissing him wasn't me.

Staci kept kissing him, finally opening his mouth, and eased her tongue inside. Then, with a devilish grin, she eased away from him.

Then I stepped up to Jack and said, "Would you like to see your surprise?"

He nodded several times, quickly. Staci suppressed a giggle.

I said, "Okay, baby. You can open your eyes now."

Jack opened his eyes, and instantly drank in the sight of Staci standing there.

Staci sweetly said, "Hi. I'm Ebony. Your wife says all you've ever wanted was to fuck a black woman. Is that right, baby?"

Jack nodded, his eyes full of lust and longing. He even licked his lips. "Yeah."

I stepped over to Staci, slipped my arm around her waist, and smiled at Jack. "So. Do you want your present now ... or later?"

Staci looked down, and looked at me. "No, judging by that raging erection he's got, I'd say he'd like his present now."

I looked at his pants. A very nice tent had been pitched, a very rigid one. I giggled too. Then I looked at Staci. "Well, why don't we get this party started?"

She smiled. "Sure."

Staci got down on her haunches, and unzipped Jack's trousers. She giggled too, when his erect cock sprang out all by itself, like a beer spigot, but it was a frankly sexual sounding giggle of an aroused woman.

She looked up at him and said, "I've never fucked a white guy before."

I didn't know if that was true or not. But my husband fell for it.

Jack looked down at her. "Taste it. Taste your first white cock."

And Staci did. First she took in her hands, and gently stroked it, up and down, up and down, up and down, making it even harder. Then she leaned forward and ran her tongue all along his shaft. And finally, she put her cherry red glossy lips around his cock.

And sucked him.

I watched Jack's eyes close, at the same time as he looked up at the ceiling, as if a long held desire was finally being fulfilled. He groaned as Staci sucked him. I looked down, as Staci sucked his cock. I didn't know if it was just that it was black woman who was doing the sucking, or if Staci was truly good or not.

All I really knew, I guess, was that it did indeed look very sexy to see a black woman sucking my husband's pink cock. The contrast in skin tones was very erotic.

Staci flicked her eyes at me, and winked.

I stepped close to Jack. "Does this little black slut suck your cock real good, baby?"

He looked at me passionately, and groaned out, "Oh, god, yes!"

"Do you mind if I play with her, too, baby?"

Jack grinned through his sexual heat. "Don't mind at all. Find out for yourself."

I went behind Staci, and crouched down on my knees, close enough to touch my hips against her sexy ass. I slipped my arms around her waist, and played with her tits from behind, letting them fill my palms, cupped them and squeezed them, played with her nipples with the tips of my long French nails. Then with one hand, I felt down her smooth flat tummy, down her leg, pulled up her skirt, and reached for her pussy, and felt no hair. Just smooth black pussy. I started touching her pussy with my nails.

I knew Staci was liking what I was doing, by the way her body was pressing against mine, gently but insistently. She pulled back from my husband's cock and said, "Oh, god, Lauren, you're making me so fucking hot, baby!"

Jack grunted out, "Why don't we take advantage of it?"

I stood up, and helped Staci -- Ebony -- stand up as well. I kissed her and caressed her all over. She went over to husband's favorite arm chair, bent over, stood with her legs shoulder width apart, placed her hands on the armrests, softened her legs slightly, and arched her back, then I reached down and lifted her skirt up again. That had the effect of presenting her wet black pussy to my husband's wide incredulous eyes. I reached down, and spread her pussy lips apart, to reveal succulent pink flesh inside. 

I looked up at him. "Are you ready to fuck some tight wet chocolate pussy, baby?" My husband nodded jerkily, practically drooling.

I smoothly slipped two fingers inside her. God, was she wet. I couldn't help but notice the contrast of her pussy and my fingers. I was bewitched by her chocolate beauty. I pulled out slightly, and just used the tips of my long acrylic nails to fuck her.

Staci inhaled sharply, and let it out in a moan. I kept going, just using my long nails. Forward -- sharp inhale. Backward -- sultry sexy moan. Staci got so wet that moisture was almost running down my fingers.

I said, "Do you like the way I fuck your pussy?"

Staci shouted, "OH GOD YES I LOVE IT!!"

I said, "Are you ready to fuck some white dick?"

I think Staci came. The way her pussy suddenly clenched and unclenched several times. 

Now, the way she looked at me and said, "Oh, god, yes, I am so ready."

I looked at Jack. "Do you think you can handle this?"

Jack nodded again. "Yeah. I think so."

"Well, she's certainly ready."

Staci said, "Don't forget the condom, Lauren."

I quickly found Staci's matching white leather purse, practically ripped open the box of condoms, and said to my husband, "Now, sweetheart, you have to promise to be gentle."

Jack grinned. "Yeah. Of course."

I sucked on my husband's hard pink cock a few strokes, then rolled a condom on.

Jack suddenly said, "Why don't you sit on the chair, Lauren?"

Staci smiled. "Yes, Lauren. Sit on the chair!"

I sat on my husband's favorite arm chair, and primly crossed my legs, and held Staci's hands, while Jack slipped his cock inside her pussy. I knew he did, because Staci's eyes widened for a second, then went to a sexual feline look.

She moaned out, "Oh, yeah, baby!"

I said, "Do you like that white cock?"

Judging by the look on Jack's face, I didn't have to ask if he liked black pussy. He started moving his hips back and forth. Back ... and forth ... back ... and forth.

Staci spoke around luscious moans that were turning me on more than anything. "What ... I would ... like ... is to ... have ... some white ... pussy ... while I'm getting ... some white cock!"

I kissed her, and smiled. "Sure thing, sweetheart. Help me recline this chair."

Staci knew just what to do. She pushed on the handle, and the chair reclined way back, so I was laying back, practically looking at the ceiling.

Staci pushed my skirt up, revealing my naked wet pussy, as I spread my legs as far as I could, and draped my legs over the armrests. 

I said, "Do you want to eat my white pussy, black girl?"

"Oh, god, yes, I want to eat your pussy!"

"Well then, don't be shy!"

Staci rested her top half partly on the chair, and partly on my body. She caressed my pussy with the tips of her own long nails, teased me with them, then inserted them, and played with my pussy! 

I moaned, and arched off the chair slightly. 

Staci smiled at me. "I wanted to get you back for that shit you pulled on me!"

I grinned at her. "One good fucking deserves another!"

Then she bent down and starting licking my pussy, while my husband fucked her from behind, doggy style.

Oh my fucking god!

I was in paradise for several minutes. You have no idea how sexy it was to have this black girl eating my pussy while my husband fucked her. The living room was full of both mine and Staci's sultry moans, and Jack's grunting.

Whether this was the fantasy that Jack had in mind, or if he just came up with in on the fly, I could definitely go with it.

But then Jack ruined it when he said, "Oh god ... I'm going ... to cum!"

It was the way he said it, every word a short grunt, that I knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

I looked at the ceiling, then over at Jack. "Try to slow down, baby! Please!"

Staci winked at me, as she ate my pussy. Her brown face made such a sexy contrast to my white skin.

But then suddenly Jack said, "I ... I ... can't ....uhhhhh...."

I leaned back against the chair, and stared at the ceiling, utterly disappointed. I looked over, as Jack pulled his happily limp cock out of Staci's pussy. 

She stood up straight, and I sat up and helped her pull her skirt back down. It still excited me to see that when I pulled it down and smoothed it over, it draped perfectly and showed her booty off without being tight.

Staci helped me stand up, then did the same thing for me, pulling my skirt down in place and smoothing it over. She winked at me and we kissed.

But for some reason, I was seething in boiling resentment. I said to Jack, "Did you enjoy your present?"

Jack nodded. "You know I did."

I pretended to smile. "Why don't you go take a shower while I order dinner?"

Jack hurriedly stuffed his cock back in his pants, and shuffled off to the bedroom.

I couldn't bear to even look at Staci for a minute. To break the tension, I went to my purse and pulled out a thick wad of twenty-dollar bills.

Staci seemed to read my mind, looking at me. "It happens a lot. Don't worry."

"Yeah, I know. It's just -- here." I put the money in her hand.

Quietly, Staci said, "I get the feeling someone wasn't quite satisfied."

I chuckled and blushed, despite myself. In a low voice, I said, "You got that right." I collected myself and said, "Won't you stay for dinner? I'm ordering Chinese."

Staci said, "Sorry, baby. I need to be going. But give me a call sometime." She leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "I had a great time. Let's do it again sometime. The part where I ate your pussy."

I kissed her. Then I took her to the door, and saw her out. From there, I went to the bedroom, to change into something a little more appropriate for munching on Chinese.

I entered the bedroom, I kicked off my heels, and started to unzip my skirt.

My husband was lying in bed. Naked, except for a towel around his waist. No magazine was in his hand. But I knew his mind was full of women just like the one he'd just fucked.

The first words out of his mouth were, "Thanks, honey. This was the best anniversary I've ever had."

He had some nerve. But I swallowed the hot reply I had in mind. In between slipping off my skirt, and taking off my sweater, he'd fallen asleep.

Bitterly, I said, "Happy anniversary."

Over the next few days, I barely said two words to my husband, who was grinning like an idiot, and glowed he was sixteen again. He kissed me on the cheek and breezed out the door, with hardly a care in the world.

Oh, I was so fucking pissed at him!

After all the hard work, all the preparation that I went through, to make that night perfect, he fucks her for five minutes, and then goes to bed and falls asleep! Then I reminded myself, the night was for him, not for me. But, dammit, why couldn't have he lasted just a few minutes longer?

It was so fucking typical.

Even though I'd had all these sexual thoughts rattling around inside my head all week, I didn't feel very sexy today. Rather mechanically, I dressed in a very basic turtleneck sweater, and a very plain grey plaid skirt, along with a pair of black leather knee high boots with 4 inch high stiletto heels.

It wasn't until I was at work, that I realized I forgot to wear panties!

All day long, these thoughts rattled around inside my head, and wouldn't go away. I kept trying to tell myself these thoughts were not worthy of me, but they just kept repeating, on a loop, all by themselves.

By the time I got off work, I was looking forward to my yoga class. That usually helped me to clear my mind and center my thoughts. My husband was gone on a business trip, so I didn't have to be home right away. And if my husband was calling for something important, I had my cell phone.

I was just leaving my office, about to get into my car, when my cell phone went off. Warily, I flipped it open. The caller ID said it was Staci. One more thing I needed to clear my head of, was her.

I pushed the green button. "Hello."

"Hey, Lauren."

Despite myself, I smiled when I heard her voice. "Hi, Staci."

"Hey, what are you doing? I hope I haven't called you at work."

"No, actually. I just left my office. I was on my way to my yoga class."

There was a bit of a pause on the other end. Then she said, "Well, Lauren, I realize your anniversary was last week, and things didn't go too well, so this might not be the best time to ask you this, but maybe you'd like to come by my place and we can do yoga together?"

"What, you're not working tonight? No date or anything?"

There was a sigh. "Nope. I'm just in a stay at home kind of mood tonight. You're welcome to join me if you want."

My smile widened. This girl was inviting me to her place for yoga. Without hesitation, I said, "Sure. I'd like that."

Staci asked me, "Won't your husband get worried when you don't get home on time?"

"He won't," I said. "He's on a business trip."

I could hear Staci's smile. "Great, baby! You remember where my place is?"

"Yes. I'm on my way over right now."

"Super! I'll be expecting you."

After a quick ten minute drive, I knocked on Staci's door, carrying a little bag that had my yoga clothes in it. Staci answered the door, dressed in white, as usual, spanking white velour pants, and a matching camisole top. But she'd had her hair done since I'd last seen her, it was all in curls now.

She gave me a hug. "Hey, sweetheart! It's good to see you. Come on in!"

I said, "Thank you." I stepped inside, listening for the clicks of my heels on her hardwood floor. I turned on my heel and looked at her boldly. "It's nice to see you, too."

Staci closed the door behind me. "You look hot, baby girl."

"What, this? I just threw this on."

"Seriously, girl, you look hot. I've never seen you with boots on. Damn."

I tried not to smile or blush, and lost. "Thank you, Staci. I like your new hairdo."

Staci blushed, too. "You do? Come on, don't play with me."

"Seriously, I like it."

"Well, come on, why don't you change clothes? I don't think it's a good idea to do yoga in high heels."

I laughed. "Nope."

"Although I won't be offended if you wear socks. The floor is kind of cold."

"Okay."

Forty minutes later, I was wiping sweat off my brow, dressed in sky blue velour pants and a matching bra top, and white ankle socks.

Staci was wiping sweat off her brow with her arm, as she took the DVD out of her player. "Was that strenuous enough for you?"

"Yeah. Wow. Never done power yoga before. I'm all sweaty here."

"Help yourself to a bottle of water in the fridge if you want."

"Thank you. You want one, too?"

"Yes, please, if you would, baby?"

I went to the fridge, pulled out two bottles of water, and we sat on the couch together. Staci said, "Thanks for coming over."

"Oh, no, thank you for inviting me. What made you do that, anyway?"

Staci took a long pull off her water bottle, and looked at me rather guiltily. "Well, I feel like I owe you a refund for last week. Or at least a partial one."

She was so cute. I asked her, "Refund?"

"Well, I just feel kind of guilty, that you made me come, and I sure as hell made Jack come. I know that."

I giggled. "Yep. No complaints on his end."

"But I felt kind of guilty that I didn't make you come."

I shrugged. "Well, it wasn't your fault that Jack came so quick. Truth be told, I'm rather surprised he lasted as long as he did."

"Yeah, I was rather impressed myself. You know how tight my pussy was."

I blushed. "Yeah. I could feel how tight it was."

"Well, I wanted to invite you over to my place, so that we could do it properly."

"Do what? A threesome again?"

"No. Just you and me. No time limits. No money changing hands. No pressure. What do you say?"

"I say, yes."

Staci stood up, and held out her hand. "Come to the bedroom with me, baby."

I put my hand in hers, and stood up. "I'm all yours."

Staci smiled. "I know."

We went down a short hallway, and made a right. Into the bathroom.

I said, "I'm guessing we're taking a detour?"

Staci gave me a feline look that gave me shivers. "Nope. Just taking the scenic route."

She turned on the shower, then took two steps over and started kissing me.

I smiled and kissed her back. "I sure missed this."

"So did I, baby. So did I."

We kept kissing. It was so nice being kissed and caressed. I never in a million years imagined I would ever be kissing a woman. But god, it was nice.

She put her soft warm hands on my body, started caressing me as she kissed me. When she ran the tips of her nails up and down my back, it made my clit shiver, my breasts get swollen, and my nipples get hard.

Staci smiled. "Looks like someone's getting aroused."

I nodded. "Very much so. You want to tell me why we're in the bathroom?"

In answer, Staci raised my arms over my shoulders, and took off my bra top. She gently held my breasts in her hands, fondling and squeezing them, and hungrily flicked her tongue over and around my nipples, alternating between my left and right breasts. I felt myself getting perfectly aroused. And this was just foreplay.




Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 02



"Oh, god, Staci!"

"Oh, yes, baby, I know you've been waiting for this. Just like I have."

"Really? Seriously?"

"From the day we met in the club, I couldn't wait for the chance to make love to you again. And I knew that when Jack came, you weren't nearly satisfied yet. So that's why I invited you over here tonight."

"You want to satisfy me?"

"And I want to keep satisfying you. If you want me to."

Breathlessly, not believing what I was hearing, I said, "Yes. I want you to."

Staci smiled. "Come on, baby. Let's step in the shower."

We quickly got undressed, then Staci took my hand again, while she held the shower door open for me. I curtsied, then stepped inside.

Staci quickly joined me, smiling. "Nothing better after a strenuous yoga workout than a hot shower, right?"

"Especially with someone else."

"Yes."

It's a good thing I liked Staci, because there wasn't much more room in the shower stall after both of us stepped inside. Things were a little cramped.

But I didn't mind.

We held each other, kissed and caressed each other, rubbed our bodies against each other. I was out of my mind with pleasure!

Out of nowhere, Staci picked up a sponge. "I'll do you first."

"Do me what first?"

Staci held up a bottle of lavender-scented liquid soap next. "Why do you think it's called good clean fun?"

She squeezed some on the sponge, and got a good lather going. Which was the point where I was at. 

She said, "Turn around."

I did. I moaned as I felt Staci gently run the sponge up and down my back first, then my butt, down both my legs, and finally my neck and shoulders.

When I turned around again, I could feel my wet pussy.

Staci then lathered up my breasts, tummy, and barely brushed my pussy with it.

I said, "Give me that," and took it from her.

Staci winked at me. "You know what to do."

"Sure do." I shamelessly lathered up her beautiful chocolate breasts, then all over her flat tummy, and her smooth pussy. "Turn around."

Staci complied. I moved the sponge all up and down her back, lingered at her luscious booty, and up and down her legs.

We completely rinsed off, then Staci turned off the water. She smiled at me, as she opened the door and said, "We're done yet with our detour."

I was about ready to melt. "There's more?"

"Yep." She picked up a huge bottle of baby oil and smiled. "I believe you know what do with that, too."

I took the bottle from her and smiled back. "Sure fucking do."

Staci grinned mischievously. "That part comes later. Now give me a massage."

"Can I use all the oil I want?"

"Yes, please."

I don't know how long we spent in the bathroom, rubbing each other down with baby oil, only that when we left, our skin was smooth and shiny, from head to toe. I have to admit, this was something I could definitely get used to.

Holding hands, we left the bathroom, and went down the hall to the bedroom. Holding hands. Kissing. Caressing skin made smooth by baby oil. Touching both breasts and pussy. Rubbing our bodies against each other.

At the door to her bedroom, Staci pulled back, my hands on her face. "I definitely think you're ready now."

"I've been ready since the shower."

Staci laughed. "Yes. Me too. But you remember what I said?"

"Yeah. No pressure."

Heavy duty kissing ensued, and we finally made it to her bedroom, and across to her bed, where she laid me down, and devoted herself to my lower half. She caressed and kissed all along the inner part of my legs, first left and then right. After what seemed a lifetime of this, she finally arrived at my pussy, and did a combination of moves with tongue, lips, and her fingernails.

"Oh, god, Staci! I'm going to come!"

"Is my baby going to come?"

"Oh god yes, I'm going to ... going ... to ... Ohhhhhh!!!"

It took a minute before I got back down to earth. I really was here. Laying in Staci's bed. She was indeed parked in between my legs.

I hadn't dreamed it.

Staci said, "Are you okay, baby?" She was still caressing my skin.

I got on my knees, facing her, and held her by the arms as I kissed her. I caressed her skin too, reveling in all her chocolate. Then I kissed her neck, down along her shoulder blades, and down on her heaving breasts. I played with her breasts, using the tips of my nails to gently stimulate her, and then I gently sucked on them, switching between left and right.

Finally I laid her down and did all things I've been wanting and waiting to do to her.

Then we just laid down together.

Finally, I got up the nerve to turn my head and look at the time on her alarm clock.

Staci said, "You have to go home, baby?"

"I should. But I'd rather prefer to just lay here with you."

Her lips met mine. "It's still early. Have you had any dinner?"

"Nope. Why?"

"Well, if it won't get you in trouble, why don't you stay for dinner? I was going to make something anyway. It would be nice to not eat alone."

"No, it won't get me in trouble. That's what I have my cell phone for."

"Okay. Come on, let's get dressed again, and we can make dinner."

"Deal." 



Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 03



Thank you to the reader known only as Jaz for giving me the inspiration to write another part of this story.

Thank you. And enjoy!

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I was just taking some completed documents from my cubicle to the central filing cabinet on the far side of the room, when someone from Security came up and said, "Lauren, are you busy right now?"

I said, "No, as a matter of fact. I just finished a bunch of stuff. Why?"

"There's someone here to see you. She says her name is Staci Summers and she's a friend of yours."

"Yes! Go ahead and bring her back, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you."

I concentrated on accurately filing the completed paper work so nobody would notice how my heart had suddenly started to beat faster at the very mention of that name.

Staci looked a lot like the actress Tika Sumpter both in face and in build, except her complexion wasn't quite as dark, but her hair was the same shiny jet black color, and long and straight.

Just as I finished filing the last bit of paperwork, she appeared, dressed in a white cami, well-worn faded blue jeans and white leather high heeled sandals, a plastic visitor badge clipped on, hair down, carrying a big black plastic shopping bag that was curiously unmarked.

At her appearance I went up to her and gave her a quick one arm hug, as her arm was full.

The security guy, Alfred, said, "Do you want me nearby or will you be taking things from here, Lauren?"

I easily said, "No, I'll take it from here, Alfred. Thanks."

"Yes, ma'am." He left for the front desk.

Quietly, Staci said, "I'm not getting you in trouble, am I?"

"No, sweetheart, of course not."

"I won't be very long. I just wanted to come by and see you."

"That's very sweet. Thank you."

"No problem. And I must say, you look very pretty."

I smiled and blushed. "Thank you, Staci."

I have to admit, I was liking Staci's compliments, more and more. It didn't matter what I was wearing. If Staci liked it, that was all that mattered.

Today I was wearing tan - a knee length tan dress with cap sleeves and a square neckline, along with matching peep toe pumps. My hair was slicked back in a pert bun with bangs framing my face.

"By the way, you look very pretty, too."

Staci did a one-shoulder shrug. "You're just saying that...."

I just shook my head and smiled.

She squeezed my arm.

I said, "Come over here and step into my cubicle."

"Okay....."

We started walking for my cubicle, which was literally just a few steps away.

As we walked, Staci said, "I get the feeling you don't get many visitors at work."

"That's because I don't."

"Your hubby don't come visit you at work?"

"No, not hardly at all."

"Well then, I'll just have to come visit more often."

I blushed. "I would like that...."

Staci beamed at me. "Oh, you'd like that, would you?"

"Yes, I would..."

We arrived back at my cubicle, where I gestured for Staci to sit across from me, while I went back behind my desk.

Staci settled herself. "So how's your day going?"

"Nothing special, same stuff as always. How about you? I'm guessing you haven't been to work yet?"

"Actually, I'm off today."

"On a Friday?"

"Oh yeah. The manager likes me."

"I'll bet."

"So I went shopping for some things."

"Shopping? Really?"

"Yeah. Wanna see?"

"Just really quick."

She silently put the bag on the desk and held it open for me to see inside.

I stood up, looked in the bag, and quickly stifled a gasp. 

Staci had bought not one but two strap-on dildos, one caucasian pink and one african chocolate brown, both about eight breathtaking inches long, plus a bottle of lube, and some other, ah, interesting items.

My hand was still clamped over my mouth.

Staci looked at me with a mischevious gleam in her eyes as she closed the bag.

"Do you think we could use these?"

I coughed. "Uh. Yeah. One or two, anyway."

Staci grinned. "I thought you might say that."

Slowly I sat back down.

Staci wiggled her eyebrows as she put the bag back on the floor next to her. "So. Hubby still on his work trip?"

"Yes. Jack is still away on business." I leaned across my desk and lowered my voice. "Listen..."

"What, baby?"

"I just wanted to let you know .... when my husband gets back, we might not be able to see each other as often as we do now."

"I see."

"Right now, it's not that big a deal, just as long as I'm home when he makes his end of the day call home before he goes to bed in his hotel room. But when he gets back home, meeting as often as we are now is going to be a little tough."

"But you will .... still want to see me? Right?"

I reached over and squeezed her hand. "Of course I will."

Staci smiled happily. "Good. I was wondering."

"Well, don't wonder any more. Like I said, we just might have to go a little longer without each other."

"Sure will amp up the spice factor...."

I felt myself blush. "Yes. It sure will."

Staci stood up. "Well, now that we have that settled, I suppose I should be going."

"And I need to get back to work. Can you come to my house tonight instead?"

"Sure, but why?"

"I have a suprise for you, too."

"Okay. See you tonight, baby."

I got up and walked with her back to the lobby, where she turned her visitor pass back in. Then I led her back outside, where I finally said, "I can't wait to see you tonight."

She smiled. "Me, neither."

Then she gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the mouth, and then walked away.

I watched her booty move under her tight-fitting jeans.

As I returned to my desk, a new sense of excitement began to come over me. 

In the last few days, Staci and I have become friends as well as lovers, and I found out she has a real appreciation for art, as well as a talent for it. So I bought her some art stuff.

I couldn't wait to give her the stuff I'd bought. And I couldn't wait to try those dildos. I knew they would last longer than my husband could.

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A few hours later, I was at home, and changed into something more comfortable - a pair of capri-length white pants and a beige cardigan sweater, no shoes or socks, and I had let my hair down.

As dinner was simmering, I ran back to the master bathroom and did my face just as quickly. I wanted things to be casual but I also wanted to look pretty.

With a smile of anticipation I went back up front to the kitchen and finished making dinner. I was so glad to have Staci with me for dinner. I hated to eat alone in this big house.

At six exactly, there was a knock at the front door.

Automatically I peered through the peephole. Staci stood there.

I pulled open the door. "Come on in, sweet heart! You don't need to knock."

"Just being polite. Just in case, you know."

"Good idea, but I would have texted you long before this. Come on, come in."

I held the door open for her, watched her step through, and then closed it and locked it.

We held each other for a long moment, then I pulled back and planted a shy kiss on her lips.

Staci beamed at me. She said, "Awww! It's good to see you again, baby."

"It's great to see you again, too. Take your shoes off and make yourself at home."

"Thanks." 

There was the clunk, clunk of high heels being dropped on the hard wood floor as I went and got the bag from the bedroom.

Staci said, "So what was the surprise you wanted to spring on me?"

Smiling, I handed the plastic shopping bag to her. "I think you'll find this stuff useful, at least."

Staci pulled the bag open, then looked inside and gasped out loud. "Oh my god! Look at all this!"

She quite suddenly put the bag down and hugged me.

"Thank you so much, Lauren! You have no idea what this means to me."

I rubbed her back soothingly. "I think I have a pretty good idea. But you're welcome."

Staci pulled back and gave me a long passionate kiss that lasted for several heart beats, long enough for tongues to come into play.

She finally pulled back a little, ran her new French-style nails through my dark brunette hair and smiled. "Baby, that was so sweet, what you did."

I just said, "It was the least I could do."

She took me back in her arms for a long moment.

Staci finally pulled back. "So. Dinner or sex first?"

"Dinner first, this time. I have a feeling, after we've finished playing with those dildos, I won't be able to get out of bed."

Staci wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. "Okay."

* * * * * * *

A very pleasant couple of hours later, I rose from the dinner table and took our plates to the sink.

From the dinner table, Staci said, "Wow, you are a great cook, Lauren. Jack must be spoiled."

I laughed. "Funny you should mention that. Jack was saying only last night how much he missed my cooking. The hotel room food there must not be too good."

"Did he say how much longer he'll be gone?"

"Not exactly. Probably a few more days at least."

Staci stood up, came up behind me, and slipped her arms around my waist. She was warm. And soft. Her breasts gently pressed against my back. Her breath was on the nape of my neck.

She moved her hands up and down my sides.

Staci spoke low. "Well then, that gives us more time to play."

"Yes."

"Are you ready to try out those dildos now?"

I exhaled my breath in a ragged sigh. "Yes...."

"Good. I already took the bag to the bedroom. Let's go."

I was too hot and bothered at this point to freak out about her putting sex toys in the master bedroom where my husband could possibly discover them.

Instead I let her take my hand and lead me down the hall.

Once we arrived at the threshold, Staci took me in her arms very gently and touched her lips to mine. It felt so natural to put my arms around her neck and return her kiss.

As we kissed I reached over with my free hand to twist the brightness control for the lights to a nice soft 2.

Staci paused, to look around, then back at me. "Perfect."

"Thank you...."

We resumed our kisses.

But in between kisses, I paused a beat. "You have to promise me one thing."

"What, baby?"

"You have to be gentle when you put that thing in my pussy."

Staci ran her nails soothingly up and down my back. "Don't you worry, baby. I'll be so gentle you won't even know it's in there."

"I'm not worried."

We kept up our kissing. We weren't so much kissing as we were just touching our lips together. We did this for a long time.

Just kissing. And touching.

We could have done just this all night and I would have been perfectly OK with it.

Then Staci made the first move as she slid her fingers under my sweater and ran her nails up my back.

She ran them slowly up, and slowly back down, the squared-off tips raking ever so lightly over my skin. She did this several times as we kissed.

It was so soothing and relaxing.

As we kissed I was dimly aware of Staci as she moved her hands in front and found the snaps to my sweater. One at a time she unsnapped them, and then spread the fabric apart, revealing my toned tummy.

Then her soft velvety arms wound around my waist, and her nails resumed the up and down motion. She did that again for several more minutes.

Then suddenly she ran her nails all the way up my back and felt for my bra clasp.

I opened my eyes as she unclasped my bra. I smiled at her and then closed my eyes again as she resumed running her nails up and down my back again.

And then she ran them down my back to the small of my back, quickly and playfully cupping my butt cheeks, which caused me to giggle through the kisses.

Then suddenly she took my sweater and tugged up.

I obediently raised my arms off her neck towards the ceiling. My sweater came off seconds later, and Staci tossed it on the bed. Beaming at me, she quickly took my bra off with her nimble brown fingers and then tossed it on the bed, too.

She turned back around. "Do you mind if I have your breasts for dessert?"

I shook my head.

She took my hand gently and led me over to the bed. There our kissing resumed, and the touching.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it all. Seconds later I felt myself being lowered down on to soft cool sheets.

I opened my eyes again just in time to see Staci leave my lips, to touch her lips against the nape of my neck.

Suddenly I exhaled in a soft sigh as her lips, tongue and breath all at once touched my sensitive neck, touched and kissed and massaged but didn't bite.

I was grateful for that.

Then the kissing and breathing moved down on to my chest and suddenly those lips were kissing my breasts and her tongue was lightly licking my nipples and then her mouth was on my nipples.

I arched off the bed and said, "Ohh....."

Staci just kept up her gentle ministrations on my breasts, kissing, licking the nipple, sucking the nipple. Moving gently from left breast to right breast. Moving slowly.

She used the soft part of her mouth, no teeth, just lips and tongue. Again I was grateful for her gentleness.

I ran my nails through her hair as she sucked on my breasts. Her eyes flicked up to mine and smiled as she sucked.

She moved back up and resumed kissing me.

Softly I said, "I love you, Staci..."

"Aw, I love you, too, baby...."

We kissed for a few more minutes, then I slowly reached up for the straps of her cami, and used the tips of my nails to push them off her shoulders and down around her arms.

I noticed the goosebumps on her skin.

Then I pulled them down all the way past her elbows and off her arms, causing her big brown boobs to pop out.

For the record, Staci's breasts are beautiful. They are a very nice 34-C. I know that because one night at her place I sneaked a glance in her underwear drawer. They were larger than my own 32-B's, but not excessily so. Besides, that's what push up bras are for.

A shipment of lingerie was on its way at this very moment. Hopefully it will arrive before my husband comes home, and I can avoid any awkward questions.

Anyway, Staci's breasts are round and full and perky. They don't droop but instead stay up beautifully. The nipples were small and cute, like little chocolate pencil erasers.

Sweetly, Staci said, "Would you like some of these, baby?"

"Yes, please...."

Staci willingly hung them within easy reach. I filled my hands with her breasts, reveling in the warm velvety feel of them.

I slipped my arms around her and brought her slighly closer, which made it possible to kiss them. I was kissing all over them, eventually reaching her nipples, which were already hard. That made it easy for me to lick them and suck them, just as gently as she did with mine.

Now Staci ran her own nails through my hair as I switched from left breast to right breast.

Then we were kissing again.

In a soft pause, I said, "Thank you for taking it slow. I love it when we kiss like this...."

"I like it, too."

"Does your boyfriend kiss you like this?"

Staci made a scoffing noise. "My boyfriend has no idea what it means to take it slow."

"Sounds like my husband."

She gently put her fingers on my mouth. I sucked on her long beautiful slim fingers.

As I did, Staci took my hand and did the same to my fingers.

The room was quiet except for the mutual slurping and sucking noises we were making.

Staci beamed at me. "Mmmm, I'll bet you're a good little cock sucker, aren't you?"

"My husband never complained."

"Bet he never ate your pussy before, though, huh?"

"No....."

"Typical male behavior."

Suddenly Staci reached for the drawstring on my yoga pants. Helpfully, I lifted my butt off the bed, and she pulled my pants off my hips. Once she had them halfway down my thighs, I lowered my butt back down.

Then Staci lifted my legs up and smoothly pulled my pants the rest of the way off.

She kept holding my legs up, and then started kissing my feet. That made me giggle more than anything.

She reached my ankles, where her warm soft lips, softly kissing, felt soothing more than anything. This told me more than anything that I knew she would take good care of me. Like she always did.

I relaxed even further as I watched and felt her lips slowly kiss their way down my rather short but smooth toned legs.

"Such pretty legs," Staci said in between kisses. "No wonder you always wear skirts and dresses with high heels."

I smiled up at her. "Thank you, sweetheart."

A few minutes later and she had finally arrived at the point where she could let my legs down. I put my feet back down, and she started kissing the inner part of my thighs.

I spread my legs wide for Staci.

Her face suddenly lit up, and she beamed at me. "You shaved!"

"Of course I did. Actually I had it waxed."

"I love it. Your pussy looks so good."

"Thank you, Staci."

She moved down in between my legs, and then began to softly kiss the flesh around my pussy, gently probing with lips tongue and fingers.

I had felt warmth in my core when Staci was just servicing my breasts. Now I could feel that warmth turning into full out heat.

Staci was equally good at eating pussy. I felt as if I were about to burst into flames right here and now.

Now those same lips and tongue and mouth were moving just a little bit to the right.....

I gasped out loud and clenched the sheets as her tongue began to probe my pussy.

"Oooohhh!"

I had never had my pussy eaten before, not even by my husband. Certainly Staci had never serviced my pussy in the slow, deliberate, sensuous way she was now.

Like dots and dashes through a telegraph wire, pleasure was zipping through my nerves.

"MMmm! .... Ohhh .... Ohhhh!"

You have no idea how sexy it was watching this beautiful black girl eating my pussy, parked down in between my legs, spread as wide as I could spread them.

Her eyes flicked up to mine and gently stopped. "Are you ready for the dildo, baby?"

"You have no idea how wet I am...."

Staci grinned, as she climbed back up and kissed me, her tongue tasting of my pussy. "No, I think I have a pretty good idea...."

Moving fast, she got up off the bed and nearly ripped her jeans, she took them off so fast. Moving even faster, she found the bag, took the brown dildo out, ripped open the box, put on the black latex strap, attached the dildo and snapped the ring in place.

She grinned sideways at me. "What do you think?"

I grinned back. "I like it!"

Laughing naughtily, she found the big bottle of water-based lube, then cracked open the top and squirted some on the artificial dick.

Good lord, was it big. Eight breathtaking inches long. I wasn't sure if my pussy could handle something that big.

Having lubed up her dildo, Staci came back over to the bed, then grabbed my legs and all at once tugged on me so my butt was nearly hanging over the edge.

I squealed and giggled loudly as she did. As I looked up at her, I spread my legs again.

As I stared into Staci's eyes, she slipped that thing into my pussy!

The lube did its job nicely. The dick slipped inside my pussy without even slowing down.

Once again, I arched my back and clenched the sheets as she slipped it inside and eased it in all the way.

"Aaahhhh!!"

"Baby, are you alright?"

I gasped as I felt my pussy walls spasmed. "Aaahh.... Yes, yes, I'm OK, sweetheart! Do your thing!"

Staci gently slid her hands underneath me and held the small of my back, as she pulled her hips back.

And then thrust forward easily.

"Ohh!"

Gently she pulled back. And pushed forward.

"Ohhh!"

I have no idea how long Staci fucked me with that dildo, only that I enjoyed every fucking minute of it.

The bed springs squeaked in time with our motions.

Squeak .... squeak ..... squeak ....

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I shouted to the rafters. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Sssshiiittt!!"

"Does that big black dildo feel good in that tight little pussy of yours?"

"You better goddamned believe it! Fuck the shit of it!"




Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 03



"Yeah, you like that shit?"

"Shit, I fucking love it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! God damn it, fuck my pussy!"

The squeaking got louder. Faster.

"Fuck that pussy, bitch!"

"You're a nasty slut, Lauren!"

"Yes, I'm a nasty slut! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! Shit! I'm gonna cum!"

"Are you gonna cum?"

"Shit, yes, I'm gonna cum! Shit! Shit! Shit! Aaahhhhh, yesss! AAHHH!"

And then there was silence.

It took a minute, but I managed to unclench my hands from the death grip they had on the bedding.

I looked up at Staci and said, "Come here."

I devoured her with kisses.

Staci grinned. "I don't think you've ever climaxed that hard."

"I know I haven't cum that hard before!"

"Okay, I'm gonna take it out now...."

I laughed, even as I gasped, as she withdrew the dildo from my pussy, because it made a wet squelching noise and a faint pop.

Staci laughed, too. "Wow, your pussy is tight, baby."

"Yeah." I gasped as another twinge passed through my pussy. "Oh my god....."

Staci disappeared into the bathroom, and came back a minute later with the strap off, minus the dildo. Then she laid back down in bed with me, and gently stroked my pussy while she kissed me.

"Thank you...."

"You've had a very powerful orgasm, baby. It's important to calm your pussy down before we go on."

"Tell me about it."

We laid there a few more minutes. Then I rolled over on top of Staci, and took off her panties. And suddenly, there appeared the cutest looking pussy I'd ever seen.

It was chocolate, the same color as the rest of her, from the clit all way to the pussy lips.

I spread her legs, kissed along her creamy smooth inner thighs, and finally made it to that one thing I wanted.

Then I had Staci squirming and moaning as I worked her pussy lips and sucked on her clit. Minutes later Staci was wet and ready to go.

Grinning, I took the strap from her. She helped me put it on. Then she said, "Get the other dildo."

Quickly I went to the bag and got the other dildo, then went back and said, "Okay, now what?"

"Here. Put this here. Then put it through the ring. Now snap the ring in. There."

I giggled as I shimmied, causing the dick to wag back and forth.

Staci giggled, too. "Get the lube, silly!"

Still grinning, I found the bottle of lube, squirted some on, then stroked it all over.

Then I went back over to the bed and climbed on.

Staci was slowly fingering her clit. "How do you want me?"

"Roll over on your tummy."

Staci quickly did so, and stuck her brown booty high in the air. I moved up behind her, held her waist, and guided the dildo inside her pussy.

Then I pushed my hips forward. The dick glided inside.

Staci gripped the sheets hard and inhaled sharply through clenched teeth.

Softly, I started to move. In, and out. In and out.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, shit! Oh! Oh! Oh, baby!"

"Yeah, you like that big white dick in that tight chocolate pussy?"

"Oh shit yes I love it! Don't fucking stop!"

"Nasty black slut...."

"Oh shit yes I'm your nasty black slut, baby!"

Still smoothly fucking her with the dildo, I suddenly grabbed her long shiny black hair and pulled it.

I'd never heard Staci make the noises she was making. It was wonderful, but it wouldn't last forever, either, even though I was pumping the dildo at a nice smooth cadence.

Rather mischeviously, I said, "Is my beautiful black slut going to cum?"

"Oh shit yes I'm gonna cum!"

Still feeling mischevious, I actually slowed down my thrusting even more - then suddenly yanked her hair harder and started thrusting like a maniac.

"Shit... Shit! ... Oh shit ... oh shit! ..... Gonna .... gonna..... AAAhhhhh!"

I kept thrusting inside her as she climaxed.

"Ahhh! Ahhh shit! Shit!" She squealed out her orgasm. "Shit I'm coming again! Aaaaahhh!"

Then suddenly there was silence in the bedroom.

After a moment, I leaned forward, as Staci turned her head, and we kissed luxuriously.

Sweetly I said, "Was that good?"

"Oh, shit! Baby that was the best fucking I have ever had."

"Do you want me to take it out yet?"

"No, leave it in for a minute. I'm still cumming. Ah!"

I lifted back up, and let go of her hair. Using slow langorous movements, I kept thrusting inside her.

Finally after a few moments, I felt her orgasms subside, and I gently pulled out. Then I quickly took off the the dick and threw it in the sink, where it joined the brown one, and took off the strap.

Then I gently climbed in bed with Staci.

We held each other, softly kissing and caressing.

Staci looked at me and said, "You look so beautiful with that post orgasm glow."

I cracked up. "So do you. I must have done something right."

"I can't believe that was your first time with a dildo. You were a natural. Seriously, baby."

"Well it was."

"What do you think? I don't know about you, but I don't think I can let my boyfriend touch me now."

We laughed again. "Wow, thank you. Although, to be honest, I think we might try smaller ones next time."

"Sure, baby. Anything you want."

"I can't believe I'm here. With you."

"Believe it, baby. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

I kissed her, shyly. "Good. I think I'm definitely falling in love."

Staci tilted her head like I'd said something she'd always wanted to hear. "Oh, baby, I love you too."

We kissed for a few minutes.

Giggling, I said, "It's a good thing we had dinner first."

Staci cracked up, too. "Yeah. Although I think we burned off most of the calories we ate."

"We got leftovers."

We both giggled sweetly.

And then all at once, the phone rang. I raised my fingers to my lips. Staci nodded.

Then I picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey honey."

I made myself smile. "Hi, Jack. How was your day, honey?"

He grunted. "Oh, it was alright I guess."

"What's wrong, honey? You sound stressed." I felt a little guilty that I was definitely quite relaxed, thank you very much.

"I know I told you I was coming back on Monday. But unfortunately I just learned from the boss that won't be the case."

"Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not. I wish I were. But I'm going to be stuck here for another 5 or 6 days. I'm sorry, Lauren."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry for you. I hope they give you a big raise or something."

I could hear his smile. "Yeah. Me too. What are you doing?"

"I'm laying in bed reading."

"Let me guess. Harry Potter, right?"

"Yes. Harry Potter. You know I love those books."

"Well, tell Harry I said hi. Try to sleep well and I'll call tomorrow afternoon."

I just said, "Okay honey. You too."

"Thanks, babe. Good night."

"Good night, Jack." I hung up. Then I turned to Staci and smiled.

She said, "What was that all about?"

"Looks like Jack won't be coming home Monday after all."

Staci grinned. "Well then, it looks like I have more time to play with my baby...."

I said, "Yes, and I have more time to play with my beautiful black slut."

Giggling, we kissed and caressed.



Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 04



It was the most amazing thing to wake up with Staci the next morning.

I'm still working on the whole guilt thing. Specifically, whether I should feel guilty and how I should deal with it.

I know how this started - I introduced Staci to Jack so he would get to fuck a black woman, so he wouldn't cheat on me with a black woman. And here I am, doing just that - cheating on my husband with a black woman.

I should be feeling guilty. But I'm not.

I read an article about infidelity a few weeks ago, before I even met Staci, all about how telling a spouse about an affair was actually a selfish act. 

Instead of assuaging their own guilt, confessing the affair had the effect of turning their spouse's world upside down. Trust was irreparably broken. Some couples never recovered from the breach of trust. All things considered, it was better that they had never known about the affair.

That I could well believe. I would have been perfectly content to have never known about Jack's thing for black women.

But right now, all that didn't matter. If I had never found out about Jack's thing for black women, I never would have gone to the club. Never would have met the beautiful young lady laying in bed next to me.

I lightly brushed my lips against Staci's face, across her chin and her nose and finally her lips, until a sleepy smile appeared, and her brown eyes fluttered open. 

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Lauren......."

"Did you sleep well?"

Staci smiled as she stretched. "Did I ever. What about you?"

"Sure did. Slept really well, in fact."

We both giggled as we kissed.

I said, "What are you doing today?"

Staci sighed. "As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all morning, I have to get going. I have some stuff that needs to be done."

"What's that?"

"Well, I have to go see my boyfriend. He gets a lot like a woman when we don't have any quality time together."

I laughed out loud. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, quite serious. It's bad enough, him always asking if I met anyone at work. He doesn't believe me when I say I'm with him and I wouldn't just run off with the first male customer that comes in."

Brushing her arm, I said, "Well, that's true. You ran off with the first female customer that came in...."

We both laughed at that.

Staci said, "Actually, I'm really thinking about leaving the club."

"Really? Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. Aside from my boyfriend and his jealousy issues, I've had enough of that place. The money is good, sure, but the environment, not so much. Why?"

"You won't believe this, but my company has a few openings and they are currently taking applications."

Staci's eyes flashed. "Oh my gosh. Are you serious?"

"Quite serious, sweetheart."

"Hmmmm."

"What?"

"Are you sure we should we see each other that often?"

"I was thinking I would love to be able to see you and at least talk to you, for a little while, anyway, more often than what we are now. Not have to wait for these secret rendevous of ours."

"That's sweet of you."

I smiled but didn't reply.

"I happen to feel the same way. I would love to see you more often, too."

I blushed as I shyly kissed her, relieved.

She said, "Is there an online app I can fill out?"

"Sure is. And I can give you my employee code."

"You'll give me a referral?"

"Of course I would. Your chances of getting hired will skyrocket when there is someone that can vouch for you."

"What sort of openings do they have, though? Janitor? Document shredder?"

"A little bit better than that. But let's have breakfast first and then I can boot up my laptop and show you all the openings we have. Okay?"

"Sounds good!" Then she looked at the time, over my shoulder. "I wish we had time to make love first. But I need to be going. Any minute now my boyfriend will start blowing up my cell phone, wondering where I'm at."

I laughed. "Sounds like my husband."

"I'm just glad I don't live with my boyfriend at his place. He would never give me a moment's peace or space."

"Yes, I must say, I'm glad that my husband is away, for a while at least."

Staci sweetly said, "Yeah, it means we get to play." Then she looked at the time again. "But I still need to get going."

"Let's take a shower together, at least."

Staci grinned. "At least."

I eased out of bed, then turned around and reached out my hand. Staci slid across the bed, put her feet on the floor, then put her hand in mine and stood up.

Together we went into the bathroom. Naked.

The master bath in my house is ideal for whatever purpose I care to use it for. It's almost its own room, done in neutrals, and peach and orange sunset colors, with a spacious marble counter top and a large sink, plus a nice large jacuzzi bath tub big enough for two, and a shower stall at the very end of the room big enough for two.

Still holding Staci's hand, I went over to the shower stall, reached inside and turned on the shower water. When it became warm, I tugged on her hand and she followed me inside the shower stall.

I reached around her and closed the glass shower door. Then I pulled her closer to me, and kissed her, softly, like she did with me last night.

Sweetly, Staci said, "I thought we were just taking a shower...."

I giggled. "We are."

"You do know I could kiss you all day?"

"I do. Because I feel the same way."

"I really do have to be getting going. I'm sorry....."

"It's okay. I promise I'll be a good girl and not start anything."

We both giggled at that. Staci said, "Don't worry. I'll make it up to you."

"I'm sure you will."

* * * * * * * * *

A little while later, Staci was ravenously devouring a bowl of cereal. We didn't make love in the shower, as much as I wanted to. But I made sure she got nice and clean, from head to toe. And she did the same for me.

After the shower, I dressed in a pink cami and matching pink lace hip hugger panties, my hair slicked back in a tight bun.

I got my laptop from the couch, booted it up, and showed her my company's website and all the openings we had.

Her eyes got wide. "Wow, I didn't realize who you worked for!"

I grinned. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah, I'd say so!"

"Got your resume?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I happen to have my thumb drive with me."

"Okay, so just click on the job you want to apply for."

A few quick keystrokes and a click of the mouse later, and it was done. Then all I had to do was enter my employee referral code to make sure Cheryl Montgomery in Human Resources would see the application first thing Monday morning.

Staci was fully dressed as she stood up, except for her heels, which were still sitting in the same place where she had taken them off last night.

I stood up as well, and gave her a hug. "Do you really have to be going?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm sorry. I'll text you when I have the chance."

"Okay."

"And thanks for the referral. If I'd applied on my own it would have been like beating my head against a wall."

"Believe me, I know."

"Be honest, now. Is this really going to make a difference?"

"I've worked there long enough that I know whoever I refer is going to be hired."

"How long have you been there?"

"A little over 14 years. I started working there right after college."

"Wow, that must be some kind of record."

"Believe me, I don't take it for granted, not in this economy."

"I heard that."

Then I said, "What about you? How long have you been, uh, dancing?"

"Not very long at all. I graduated last spring. I spent six months looking for work to no avail, until I was forced to strip. I could have just been a waitress at the club, but the manager convinced me to be a dancer instead. Said I could make a lot more money as a dancer than a waitress or bartender. He was right about that."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty four. Almost twenty five. What about you?"

"Thirty six. And as you know, my husband and I have been married fifteen years. We met and got married while I was still in school."

"Well, you don't look a day over twenty nine to me."

I blushed. "Thank you, Staci. By the way, when is your birthday?"

"In about six weeks."

"We'll have to do something special."

I followed Staci to the kitchen counter as she put her heels back on, then followed her to the door, where I gave her a hug and a kiss.

Staci asked me, "Are you doing anything today?"

"Not much. I have an appointment at the salon to get my nails done."

"Try to get them long, like mine. I'll show you some fun stuff to do with them."

I blushed. "I think you showed me a few things last night."

"Trust me, I'll give you more ideas. Send me a picture of your nails after you've had them done."

Not sure where this was going, I just said, "Okay."

"Here, take a picture of mine so you can show to the tech."

"Okay. Good idea."

Staci bent down to kiss me. "Don't have too much fun, baby. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Definitely. Don't forget your art stuff that I bought you." I held the door open, and she walked out, and made a right hand turn past the garage door and down the side walk, her high heels making a sexy click-click-click.

A minute later, she started her car and drove off, waving as she drove past the house and down the street.

* * * * * * * *

I didn't hear from Staci again until the next day, Sunday.

I was lounging on the couch with my laptop, when the phone rang. "Hello."

"Hey, baby."

A smile instantly formed. "Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing?"

"I was thinking about you and I wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh really? Do I want to know what you were thinking?"

Her voice got deep. "I think you'd like the things I was thinking about doing to you. Trust me on that."

"I'm sure I would. Can you come over?"

A scoffing noise came through. "I wish I could. But my boyfriend has me pinned down."

"Having you go everywhere with him?"

I could hear Staci roll her eyes. "Is he ever! As a matter of fact, we're at a fast food joint at the moment. I'm sitting at an outdoor patio table, waiting while he gets our orders. So don't be too upset if I break off suddenly."

"I won't, I promise. You couldn't come meet me at all?"

"Lauren, I'm sorry. If I made any excuse to get away, all it would do would be to make him suspicious."

"Sweetheart, when a man makes you lie just to see your friends, that's not a relationship. That's abuse."

"He wouldn't dare hit me."

"This abuse wouldn't be physical."

"What do you mean?"

"He'll use words instead. Hateful, hurtful words. Words meant to demean you on a personal level, to make you feel bad for even wanting to have a social life or be able to call your family or friends."

Softly, Staci said, "Sounds like you have some experience in that."

"Not me. My sister."

"Well, for better or worse, I'm stuck with him all day. So I can't come and see you, not today anyway. I'm sorry, baby."

"Yes, well, when HR calls you, make any excuse you have to make in order to get away from him. I would hate to see an opportunity pass you by because of petty male jealousy."

"Don't worry. I won't. Speaking of opportunities, did you get your nails done like you said?"

"Oh my gosh! Yes, I did, and I totally forgot to text you. I'll do that as soon as we get off."

"Cool, I can't wait to see them! Did you get them long like I asked?"

"Yeah....but I'm not sure what the big deal is...."

"Lauren, baby, just trust me, will you? I haven't steered you wrong yet, have I?"

"Of course not. When HR calls you, text me or something so I can be there when you go in for your interview. Okay?"

"Will do, baby. Thanks again."

"Anything for you, lover."

Staci giggled sweetly. "Back at you, lover. Hey, I gotta go. Boyfriend is coming back. Bye."

I looked at the screen on my phone. It said Call Ended. With a sigh, I took a picture of my new acrylic nails and sent it to her.

As she had requested, they were the same glamour length as hers were, except mine were pink - bubblegum pink, to be exact. I had a terrycloth bathrobe in my closet in the very same color, along with my pink cami and panties I was wearing yesterday.

* * * * * * * *

I had hardly been at work not even a half hour Monday morning, when my work phone rang. "Lauren Mitchell."

"Hey, Lauren, it's Cheryl Montgomery in HR. You got a minute?"

"Yeah. Just a few minutes, though."

"I'll be brief. I just wanted to call and verify this application I'm looking at."

"Sure."

"It's an app for the IT department's graphic arts section. The name on it is for a Staci Jasmine Summers and it has your employee referral code on it."

I suppressed a giggle and instead said, "Yes, that is my code, and yes, I did provide her with it."

"Ah, good. That's all I needed to know, besides where have you been keeping her all this time?"

I almost laughed. "Sorry, Cheryl. But I only remembered we were hiring just this weekend."

"Don't worry, I forgive you."

"That's nice. How come?"

"Because she is just what we've been looking for. I was just about to call her to setup an interview, except it's more a requisite formality than anything, because I've already decided to hire her. Don't tell her that, though."

"I won't," I promised. "Do you mind if I come over to HR when she has her appointment? Just for moral support?"

"No, that's fine. I'll let you know when I schedule her interview."

"Okay. Thanks for calling, Cheryl."

"Oh, no. Thank you, Lauren. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up, barely supressing the cheer that wanted to burst out of me and make people look my way.

Instead I contented myself with a fist pump and a "Yes!"

* * * * * * * * * *

I was on my lunch break when my cell phone rang. "Hello."

"Lauren, it's Staci!"

I smiled. "Hi, sweetheart."

"You won't believe what just happened!"

Playing innocent, I said, "What?"

"Your human resources people just called me to setup an interview!"

"Wow, already? That was fast." I played my part beautifully, if I do say so.

"I know, right?'

"So when is it for?"

"Eleven AM tomorrow morning. You gonna be there?"

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away," I promised.

"Do you really think I've got a chance, Lauren?"

"Staci, sweetheart, I know Cheryl personally. If she didn't think you were good enough, she wouldn't interview you."

"Okay. What should I wear?"

"That long sleeved one piece dress that zips up the front you showed me."

"With the boots?"

"Yes, with the boots."

"Hair up or down?"

"I would say up, but I'll leave that to you."

"Okay. Thanks again, Lauren. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart."

"Okay."

* * * * * * * * *

The very next day, I was a little nervous, too, even though I wasn't going to the interview.

I was nervous for Staci. I really wanted her to get this job. To get her out of the club and that scene was just a bonus, but I wanted her to get some measure of independence, and potentially get her away from that boyfriend of hers.

Feeling rather conservative today, I wore a long sleeved black turtleneck sweater, gray a-line skirt and black suede dress boots with an unreal high heel and a platform. Then I slicked my hair back in a plain ponytail and put my basic face for work on.

Promptly at eleven I walked into Human Resources and saw Staci sitting there, wearing just the outfit I had suggested, her hair up in a bun, legs crossed, the upper leg bouncing up and down, nervously.

At my entrance, she promptly got up and crossed over to me, gripping my arms rather tightly. "Ohmigosh, you're here!"

"Sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"Ohmigosh, I am so nervous, I want to die."

I looked into her eyes. "Staci, it's alright."

"No, it's not alright, I'm going to-"

"Staci. Look at me. Take a deep breath."

She did.

"Now take another one."

She did. She sounded much calmer when she said, "Can you go in with me?"

"No, sweetheart, I can't, but I'll be right here the whole time."

Staci exhaled noisily. "Okay. Thanks. Do I look okay?"

"You look fine."

I couldn't tell her what Cheryl had told me. Instead I squeezed Staci's arms reassuringly and said, "Like I said, Cheryl wouldn't have made an appointment to see you if she didn't like what she saw in the application."

At that moment, Teresa, Cheryl's assistant, said, "Staci?"

Staci looked at me with scared eyes.

I reminded her, "I'll be right here waiting."

Staci got her purse and followed Teresa through the door, posture and carriage straight and lady like.

I sat down, crossed my legs, and started reading a magazine.

It seemed like I hadn't been reading the magazine very long, maybe about fifteen minutes, when the door opened, and a very happy-sounding Staci said, "Thank you so much for this opportunity. It's just what I was waiting for."

Cheryl herself followed her out into the waiting room. "Well, we can't wait to have you working for us. All of your information is in this folder. Your orientation is in two weeks. Congratulations, Staci."

"Thank you!"

With a smile my way, Cheryl went back through the door.

Staci turned to me as I stood up. "I got it!"

Just barely, I stopped myself from kissing Staci. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I knew you would get it!"

"Oh my gosh, I need to be going. Can I call you later?"

"Of course you can."

She made an excited squeal. "I have to tell my mom. She is going to freak!"

That made me smile. "Yes, go tell your mom. I'll talk to you later, sweetheart."

"Bye Lauren. Thanks again!"

Boot heels clicking, she went out the door and back out into the sunshine.

Smiling happily for Staci, I went back to my desk and resumed my own duties.

* * * * * * * * * *

I'd been home an hour or so, and was in the process of making dinner, when the kitchen phone rang.

I cradled it between my head and shoulder as I went about making dinner.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

Instantly I smiled. "Hi, Staci."

"Oh my gosh, what a day, huh?"

"Yeah, especially for you!"

"I know, right. Can you talk?"

"Of course I can, sweetheart. Jack is still out of town."

"Oh, okay, cool. I wanted to give you a call now that all the commotion has died down."

"What did your mom have to say?"

"She freaked out, just like I thought she would."

"Mothers do that when their child does something to be proud of."

"I know. But she has no idea I've been stripping for the past few months."

"You didn't tell her?"

"Hell, no. I didn't want her to have to tell her friends, 'Oh, my daughter is a stripper.'"

"I can understand that. Have you managed to satisfy your boyfriend for the time being?"

I heard Staci sigh. "I'm thinking about leaving him, too."

I suppressed the urge to cheer. "Unfortunately I can't help you there, sweetheart."

Staci giggled. "I know. But after that night when we used the dildos, I seriously did not want him touching me."

"Did you tell him about your new job?"

"Actually I texted him the news."

"You didn't even go see him in person?"

"Oh, he knows he overstepped his bounds last weekend. I made that quite clear to him Sunday night. I made him drop me off at my place."

I laughed. "I'll bet that didn't go over very well."

She laughed, too. "No, it didn't. But he knows he crossed the line. I'm not done giving him the cold shoulder. That's why I just texted him."

"Sweetheart, how can you keep seeing him? Seriously?"

Another sigh came through, softer. "I'm not really sure, to be honest. Can I come over?"

I smiled spontaneously. "Yes. But you can't stay the night, not this time anyway."

"Yeah, I heard that. I got too much to do tomorrow myself."

"Like giving the club two weeks' notice?"

"Oh my gosh. Thanks for reminding me."

I laughed. "No problem. What do you think the manager will say?"




Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 04



"Oh, I'm not worried about that. Girls like me are a dime a dozen. They'll get along fine without me."

"When do you want to come over?"

"Half an hour? I need to change first."

"Sounds good, sweetheart. See you then."

* * * * * * * * *

Thirty minutes was more than enough time for me to eat, and then slip into something a little more comfortable.

As soon as I hung up the phone with Staci, I jammed a little dinner down my throat, then I ran down the hall into the master bedroom to get ready. 

My sweats were soon on the bed. Then I put on a red lace bra and matching red lace hip hugger panties. Then I went to the brightness control for the bedroom lights and turned it down to a nice romantic 1.5.

Finally I went into the bathroom and put on red lip gloss and let my hair down.

Just as I finished applying lip gloss, the doorbell rang.

Quickly I put the tube away, then ran back up the hallway to the living room.

Staci was waiting at the door.

Quickly I let her in, smiling in an excited fashion. Staci wore a big baggy yellow sweater and tight blue jeans, with matching lemon yellow 5-inch stiletto pumps.

No sooner did she walk in, than I closed the door. She kicked off her pumps, then turned to me. I simply walked up and kissed her.

Staci pulled back, laughing, sounding surprised. "Baby!"

"I'm sorry, I missed you."

She laughed, "I could tell!" 

Then I started kissing her again.

"Let's get to it. I want to show you what to do with these beautiful nails."

This time I took her hand and led her down the hallway to the master bedroom.

Once there, she took my hands and held them at arms length. "Wow, let me look at you!"

I giggled. "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" Then she took my hands and looked at them more closely. "And I really love these."

I blushed. "Thank you. I've never had them this long."

"They make your fingers look so long."

"Thank you." I stepped up to her and kissed her softly. After a few minutes, I stepped back. "So, what's all these nasty freaky things you're gonna do to me with your nails?"

Staci held my face in her hands. "Don't worry, you're gonna love it."

And she kissed me back.

A few minutes later she was in a similar state of undress, just bra and panties. We were still kissing.

And then Staci pulled back slightly and whispered, "Are you ready?"

I just nodded.

She kept lightly kissing me, and as she did, she started to run the tips of her nails up and down my arms.

"Mmmmmmm....."

"Do you like that, baby?"

"Oh my god, yes......"

"It only gets better....."

"Mmmmmmm......"

She kept doing that, as we continued to kiss.

She gently took my hand, and we climbed on the bed together.

We kissed, softly, tongues playing together, Staci running her nails through my hair.

Then, suddenly, she pulled back very slightly, and as she did, I felt those nails move up my arms onto my shoulders, and then smoothly moved down and slipped the straps of my bra down around shoulders. 

I said a breathy, "Oh my god......"

"Feels good, huh, baby?"

"Oh god, yes."

"Turn around."

Having no idea why, I did so.

Her nimble fingers resumed running her nails up and down my arms, pushing my bra straps further down my arms, until she gently pushed them off my hands.

I felt her hands move off my arms and then on my back. She undid my bra clasp. "Let's get rid of this, shall we?"

"Oh yes....."

Then I purred as she started running her nails lightly up and down my back.

I suddenly felt a new sensation, as first she moved my hair to one side, and then her nails were on the nape of my neck.

"Oooohhhhh......"

She touched That Spot. The one spot on my body guarateed to arouse me, turn me on, make me wet, and just generally turn me from a normal woman into a sexy kitten. Meow.

My eyes closed, I softly said, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too, baby. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, honey......"

Then suddenly Staci slipped her arms around my waist, and her nails began sliding over my tummy, up towards my breasts.

"Arch your back. Lean against me. That's it...."

Staci filled her hands with my breasts, running her nails all over them, cupping them, squeezing them, pushing them together, and just brushing the nipples.

As she did that, she said, "How do you like that?"

"You are making me so wet, I hope you realize."

Staci grinned sweetly. "I think I do....."

She kept playing with my breasts. And then her hands began easing down my tummy again, ever so slowly. And then suddenly her nails were against my inner thigh.

I moaned, "Are you seducing me?"

"All over again, baby....."

The tips of her nails edged ever so closer to my hips. And suddenly she was easing them under the lace material of my panties.

I could feel heat from my core. And moisture in my pussy.

Staci turned me back around, and then kissed me as she laid me down on the bed. She kneeled as she lifted my legs up and then smoothly pulled my panties off my hips and up my legs until finally they were off.

And then she started all over again, from my ankles, down my calves, past my knee pits, along the back of my thighs, and finally on my butt, every light brush of the tips of her nails on my skin and every movement making me tingle.

I smiled up at her as she gently spread my legs.

She said, "I think you'll want to get your nails done more often after this, huh?"

I nodded but didn't say anything back, still smiling.

Staci beamed back at me as finally she began to lightly probe the skin around my pussy.

I moaned out loud. It was so sensual, I couldn't even describe the feeling.

But that didn't come close, as good as it felt, when she touched my pussy lips. I grabbed a handful of bedding and clenched hard.

She kept up that gentle brushing motion, using the tips and sometimes the backs of her nails to stimulate my pussy.

Staci said, "Mmmmm, you are getting wet."

"Yes, I am....."

"Almost ready."

"For what?" My voice was soft, almost scared.

"Don't be afraid," Staci whispered.

"I'm not afraid. I trust you."

She tilted her head in an affectionate manner, even as she kept it up with her nails, kissing me the whole time.

Staci paused in her kisses and pulled back slightly. "Why don't we get you on your tummy?"

"Okay...."

I rolled over on my hands and knees, arched my back and stuck my ass in the air. I squirmed as I felt Staci touch my pussy from behind.

Her voice softly said, "Ready?"

"Mmmmm..... For what?"

"This....."

Suddenly I felt the tips of her nails part my pussy lips and then slip inside!

I gasped out loud with the sensation.

I could sense Staci's grin as she began moving her fingers back and forth.

Soon I was writhing and squirming on the bed as she fucked me. I couldn't believe how good this shit felt!

"Oh! Oh! Mmm! Mmmm! Oh shit!"

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Oh shit yes! Don't stop!"

It got even better as she fucked my pussy with one hand and kept petting my pussy with the other.

I don't even know how long she was back there. It could have been five minutes, it could have been ten minutes. It could have been an hour.

All I do know was that this felt even better than the strap on dildos from the other night.

My orgasm was intense.

"Oh, shit honey!"

"Is my baby gonna come?"

"Shit yes, I'm gonna come! Gonna come! Don't stop! There it is. ..... almost there ...... Aaaaahhhhh!!"

I collapsed down on to the sheets, but Staci kept up her motions.

Seconds later I had another intense orgasm.

I collapsed down on the sheets. My legs were trembling.

Suddenly I felt Staci's breasts on my back as she moved forward. "Are you okay, baby?"

I moved my head to meet hers in a kiss. "Oh my god, yes, that shit felt so good!"

We kissed luxuriously. Over and over and over again.

I rolled over on my back to face her. We kissed again.

In a break from the kissing, I said, "Give me a minute. Then I can do you."

Her voice was gentle. "Don't worry, baby. We have all evening. I don't have to be anywhere."

"After we finish here, I still got some dinner left if you're hungry."

"That's sweet of you, baby. Thank you..."

I smiled as I finally managed to rise up on my knees, although my legs were still a touch unsteady.

It was easy to do everything to Staci that she had done to me. Her skin was like chocolate pudding - soft and creamy to the touch, cool and yet warm also.

I had to force myself to take my time and not rush. My husband always made that mistake - to be in a hurry when we made love.

I had no trouble imagining that was probably how her so called boyfriend treated her, so I moved slow.

I kissed her and held her and slowly ran my new nails up and down her back.

Staci beamed at me in between kisses. "You're a fast learner, baby," she said sweetly. "I'm impressed."

I giggled. "Thank you."

We resumed our kisses. Then I pulled back slightly and took her right arm and started running my nails over her arm. As soon as I did, I could see goosebumps on her skin.

"Do you like that, honey?"

"Oh yes, baby, I sure do!"

I sucked and licked on her fingers while I kept running my nails up and down her arm. Then I did the same thing to her left arm.

I could see Staci's eyes change. I knew she was getting aroused.

After a minute of rubbing on her left arm, I pulled her back in my arms and resumed lightly scratching her back. As I ran my nails up her back one more time, my fingers found the clasp of her bra, and I quickly undid it.

A minute later I had her bra off. Then I was doing to her breasts what she had done to mine.

"Does that feel good?"

"Oh, yes baby, it sure does."

I cheated a little when I bent down to lick her nipples, but then just used the tips of my nails.

I rose back up and started kissing her again, then laid her gently down on the sheets, kissing and scratching on the sensitive nape of her neck.

I knew she liked it because she ran her own nails through my hair and held me close to her neck.

Then I pulled back and kneeled next to her, and lifted her legs up off the bed. Then I started kissing and scratching down her legs like she did with mine.

I did her left leg first, and then her right leg. Slowly. Softly. Soft light kisses. Light long scratches.

I smiled down at her. "I like this better than the dildos."

Staci smiled widely and nodded. "I kind of thought you would."

Then I reached down, slipped my nails under the elastic waistband of her panties and slipped them off. Minutes later I pulled them off her ankles and threw them carelessly away.

Staci giggled when I did that.

Smiling, I moved over her and kissed her, as I reached down between her legs and lightly scratched her pussy.

Copying her, I asked, "Are you ready?"

"Been ready. Do it!"

With two fingers, slipped just the fingernails into her pussy.

Staci gasped out loud. After just a little bit, I started to move, while I grazed her clit with my thumb nail.

Staci arched underneath me and her nails dug in my back while she made the most wonderful noises.

"Oh, shit ..... oh, shit! ...... oh shit, baby, that feels so good!"

Just minutes later I had her calling my name.

"Lauren.... oh Lauren my sweet baby ..... don't stop .... don't stop! .... ooohhh! ..... oohhhh! .... gonna ..... Aaaahhhhh!!"

And her nails dug hard in my back while she arched under me and came.

I left my fingers in her pussy while it clenched and spasmed. Then when it was done, I offered her my hand, and she sucked on my fingers.

I said, "Was that good, honey?"

"Mmmmm.... mmm.... yes, the best. Come here."

We kissed passionately.

It was so nice laying there with her. But I didn't want her to leave with just one orgasm, so I started grinding my hips against hers.

Staci gasped, "Shit, what are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell, no!"

I giggled around our kisses while I kept thrusting against her.

As she moaned and writhed under me, I kissed her and inhaled her exhales.

Minutes later my moans were mixing with hers as we both came again.

Then there was silence. We kissed and caressed.

In between kisses, I said, "Honey?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Remember that part where I said you couldn't stay the night tonight?"

"Yes....."

"I think I might have changed my mind."

We both giggled as we kissed and caressed.

Staci said, "Yes, I'm so comfortable, I don't want to move."

We both laughed. "Yes, I wish we could just lay here and cuddle."

"Be careful what you wish for, baby."

After about twenty wonderful minutes, we finally got up and got dressed again, me in my matching pink cami and panties, hair up again, and we went back up front to the living room.

I heated up the left overs and minutes later, Staci was devouring her food.

Grinning, she said, "I'm not sure if I can handle seeing you every day."

I grinned back. "Me, neither. But I'll work on it."

We laughed. The room was quiet while she ate. 



Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 05



My husband has been back from his work trip a couple of weeks now. But things haven't changed much around the house since he returned, although that's not entirely his fault. 

He didn't even have a chance to sleep off the jet lag before he went back to work. He got back from the corporate meeting one afternoon and was back in the office the next morning! So my husband Jack has been going through the motions with a zombie-like quality.

This morning I left for work wearing a particularly sexy outfit. I had on a tight-fitting black pencil skirt, white tank top and black patent-leather peep-toe pumps with six-inch heels, my brunette hair down, curled and everything, instead of up, like I usually wear my hair at work. I even took my new black leather handbag with me.

What did he say? Nothing.

Well, he did say, "Have a nice day, honey."

But that was it. Nothing about my hair. Certainly nothing about my outfit, or about my nails, which were still bright pink and glamour length. 

It was actually a little funny and a little frustrating at the same time. I couldn't tell which side I felt more.

But all that was easy to brush off.

For the last few days, I've had the pleasure of seeing Staci every day at the office. Even though it's been a while since we've been able to, ahem, meet privately, it's been just as nice just being able to talk to her.

With a smile on my face, I pulled in to the employee parking lot, parked, got out, and headed to the entrance.

As I started walking, I heard a female voice. "Good morning."

I turned on the ball of my shoe. My heart did a little flip. 

Staci stood there, wearing a spanking white sleeveless knee length dress, with matching white pumps, and carried a white leather handbag, which set off her skin beautifully. She too was wearing her hair down today, styled in big bouncy curls.

I said, "And good morning to you."

As Staci stepped up to me, she said, "You look very pretty, baby."

I said, "You don't look half bad yourself."

She blushed. "What, this old thing?"

"That dress looks amazing, honey. Your hair, too."

"Thank you, baby."

It took all of my self control and then some to not give her a hug and a kiss, even in front of all the other people who were walking past us. But I couldn't afford to let the rumors start floating around the office.

We started towards the security entrance together.

I said, "Got any projects today?"

"Actually, yes, I'm already involved on a major project."

"Wow, already?"

"Yes, already. I feel like I just barely completed orientation. What about you?"

"Oh, my work is a little less glamorous. I get to go through a bunch of old accounts and see if they should be deleted or not."

Staci rolled her eyes playfully. "That sounds like fun."

"Yeah, lots of fun."

We talked all the way across the parking lot and into the lobby, where we swiped our cards. Then we went past security and into the building itself.

Staci said, "See you at lunch, baby?"

"Yes, honey. See you at lunch."

From there, I went to my desk and started my day, a little smile poised on my lips.

As I waited for the computer on my desk to go through its wakeup routine, I thought about how much happier Staci looked these days. A new job would do that for a girl. Plus she had finally broken up with that so-called boyfriend of hers. 

Now we just had to do something about my husband.

* * * * * * * *

Later that same day, just as I was going through the line to get lunch, my cell phone rang. "Hello."

"Hey, Lauren."

"Hi, honey!"

"You at lunch?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I got some news for you. You might want to be sitting down."

"Why? What is it?"

"They've made me regional sales director."

"Are you serious?"

"Quite serious, babe."

"Oh my god, congratulations, honey!"

"Thank you, but don't break out the champagne just yet."

"Why not? You deserve this promotion."

"Thanks. But the promotion means more traveling."

I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to cheer or moan. Instead I said, "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

"Yeah. I'm just gonna have to get used to it, is all. Speaking of traveling...I have a trip to make this week, in fact."

Just for him, I moaned. "Oh, honey, it seems like you just got home from your last business trip!"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"When do you leave?"

"This evening."

"This evening?! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, babe, I am. Listen, I'll probably be gone by the time you get home from work. I have a meeting here at the office, then I have to go straight home and pack, then head straight for the airport. So, don't stay up, okay?"

"Oh my god, honey, do they ever let you have time off?"

"I know, right? Hey, I gotta go. Talk to you later, okay?" 

"Okay, honey. Be careful..."

"I will."

"I love you, honey. Congratulations!"

"Thanks, babe. Love you, too. I'll probably call you in the morning, from whatever hotel it is they put me up in."

"Bye, honey..."

"Bye, babe."

I hung up, suddenly taken with the desire to do cartwheels or something. I couldn't wait to tell Staci!

Curbing my enthusiasm, I went through the line, got my lunch, and went to go find a table.

I easily spotted Staci by her shiny bouncy black hair and chocolate skin, set against her white dress. 

As I slid my tray on the table and sat down, Staci smiled at me, running her long French nails over my leg under the table. "Hi..."

I said, "Hi."

"How's your day going?"

"Well, the work at least is pretty routine. But you'll never guess what my husband just told me..."

Staci dropped her voice to a whisper. "What?"

I dropped my voice as well. "Jack just got a promotion to regional sales manager. And he has to take another work trip this evening!"

Staci's eyes changed. "Well then, I guess you'll just have to find something to do."

"Yeah, what am I gonna do?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

We both laughed.

* * * * * * * *

The rest of the day flew by. Before I knew it, I was headed back outside to the parking lot.

Suddenly, there was Staci. "Hey, baby."

I smiled at her. "Hi."

"How was your day?"

"It was okay. Strictly routine. What about you?"

"About the same."

"What were you going to do this evening?"

"Oh, not much. I didn't have any plans tonight. What about you?"

"I got a couple of errands to take care of. Can I call you later?"

"Of course you can."

"I'll talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye..." 

I watched and waved as Staci walked to her car and got in. She started up and waved back as she pulled out of her spot and drove down the street.

* * * * * * *

The house was awfully quiet.

That was the first thing I noticed when I got home from work and came in the front door - how quiet the house was, without my husband puttering around.

I felt a little lonely.

For your information, I do love my husband. But sometimes I don't desire my husband. Love and desire are two completely different things. Similar but not the same.

I not only felt desire for Staci, but she felt desire for me, as well.

It was nice to be desired. To be wanted.

Once again, I was overwhelmed by feelings of guilt and shame. My husband was out there in the world somewhere, working his butt off. And here I was, plotting to cheat on him every chance he was gone.

The only problem was, Staci was more than just a lover. I couldn't just stop seeing her. I suppose I could, but then I might do something worse instead.

I was totally conflicted. The sex was nice, the kissing and caressing and all that. But once the sex was over and my needs were fulfilled, I still felt shame and guilt that it wasn't my husband who was fulfilling my needs.

I wish there was a way to work this out. Perhaps a solution would present itself.

Heels clicking on the hardwood floor, I went back to the master bedroom to peel off these clothes and slip into something more comfortable.

I could tell my husband had packed for his trip. His wardrobe bag was gone, along with a couple of his favorite suits.

Just as I made it in to the bedroom, my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

"Hi, Staci!"

"Hey, sorry I took so long calling you."

"No problem, honey. Do you want to come over?"

"Yeah, absolutely. I got a surprise for you."

"Well, give me about, say, twenty minutes to get comfortable, first. I just got home from work."

"I was thinking I would come over in about an hour. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good. I can get dinner started for us."

"Cool! See you then. And you might want to put on your yoga things while you're at it."

"My yoga things?"

"Yes, get dressed for yoga. I'll be there in an hour, baby."

"Okay..."

"Trust me, baby. I'll see you then."

"Okay. I'll be ready."

I don't know what for, but I'll be ready. With that thought, I reached behind my back for the zipper to my skirt.

Zzzzzzzzip...

* * * * * * * *

About an hour later, the door bell rang.

Dressed in my "yoga things," as Staci called them, a pink t-shirt and grey cotton shorts, my hair slicked back in a bun, I went to the door and looked through the peep-hole.

Staci wasn't alone. Another woman stood with her. 

The other woman was about the same height as Staci. Her hair was light brown, bordering on blonde, slicked back in a tight bun like mine was.

With a jolt, I recognized who she was.

Right away, I opened the door. "Oh my god! Kathy?"

She said, "Lauren Mitchell?!"

We hugged.

I said, "Oh my god, it is so great to see you! How long has it been?"

"I know, right?"

"Come on in, you guys."

Staci and Kathy both came in, and I closed and locked the door.

I turned to Staci and said, "So, tell me, how long have you been keeping this from me?"

Staci smiled bashfully. 

But Kathy stepped in. "Don't be mad at her. It was just plain old blind luck that she happened to find out we were friends."

"Hmm. Okay, I'll accept that. Considering as how it's been ages since I last saw you!"

Kathy and I hugged again.

Then I said, "So. Shall we yoga first, or eat first?"

Kathy winked. "Let's do yoga first. That way we can eat dinner with a clear conscience."

We all laughed. Then I said, "Let's get to it."

* * * * * * * *

A while later, Kathy was helping me with the dishes. Staci had gone to the bathroom to change clothes.

As I handed a plate to Kathy to dry, she said, "So...I wanted to ask you about your, uh, friend. How did you guys meet?"

I held my silence while I washed the next plate, mostly to decide what I was going to say.

Then Kathy said, "Lauren, it's me here. We haven't seen each other in so long that we aren't friends any more."

I paused for a second. "Okay. Staci and I...are...a little bit more than friends. A lot more, actually."

Kathy's eyes went wide as saucers. "Oh my god! Are you serious? Are you two...lovers?"

I licked my lips nervously. "I guess you could call us that. Yes."

"So how did you meet?!"

I told her about how I went to the strip club, how Staci and I first met, and how, since then, we've gotten closer.

I also told her about my incredible amounts of guilt and shame.

Kathy finished drying a plate, put it away in the rack, and said, "I wouldn't worry about it."

"What?"

She laughed. "Don't look at me like that!"

"But... the way you just said that..."

Kathy dried her hands off, then held my arms. "Listen, Lauren, I work these days at an office for a marriage counselor. And the one thing I can tell you, is that both parties were perfectly happy, or would have been, not knowing the other person had been cheating on them."

I thought about the article I'd read.

Kathy said, "You haven't told Jack about Staci, have you?"

"No, of course not."

"Good. If you want my advice, don't tell him."

That's when I said, "I haven't had a chance to tell him."

"Wrapped up in his work, I take it?"

"Yes. In fact he just got a big promotion, and had to leave this afternoon on yet another work trip."

"Lauren, honey, as long as there's no chance of either of you two getting pregnant, I don't see what the big deal is."

"Kathy, the 'big deal,' as you put it, is that while I love my husband, sometimes I don't desire him. And I don't think he desires me. And while it's nice to be desired, I would rather that it be my husband."

"I understand, Lauren, I do. But it's only human to want all of these things you just mentioned. And unfortunately we sometimes don't get everything we need out of one person."

"So you think I should keep this secret from Jack?"

"Yes. Unless you want to distract him from his work. Unless you want him thinking about you, and wondering if you're stepping out on him every chance you got while he's gone."

"Hmmm. That's a good point."

"Trust me, Jack is better off not knowing."

"Okay, Kathy. Thank you."

"No problem. Now let's finish these dishes."

Just as I was handing the last dish to Kathy to dry, Staci came back out to the kitchen.

I said to her, "You okay? You were in there a long time."

She beamed. "Yeah, I'm just fine, thanks for asking. I just went to get dressed again. I need to take Kathy home."

Kathy frowned. "Yeah, she does. I wish I could stay over night. Maybe next time."

I said, "Okay. Thanks for coming. I missed you!"

"Awww, I missed you, too!"

"Bye!"

Staci said, "Lauren, do you mind if I come back after I drop off Kathy?"

"No, of course not. Just don't be too late. Tomorrow is a work day for both of us."

"Be right back."

In the silence that followed after Staci closed the door behind her, I couldn't help but think about what Kathy had said.

* * * * * * * *

About forty minutes later, Staci was back.

I said, "There you are."

She came inside, kicked off her heels, and closed the door. "Sorry I took so long."

"No problem. I'm glad to see you again."

We hugged and kissed.

Staci said, "So, what did Kathy think of me?"

"Staci, don't be like that."

"Please, do not patronize me. Was Kathy asking about the tender young black girl you're having your way with?"

"Staci, one more thing like that out of you and you can go home and chill by yourself."

Silence stretched between us.

Finally, Staci said, "But you did talk about me. Didn't you?"

"Actually, we talked about you and me. Us."

"Okay. And what did you talk about?"

"Mostly about how I'm feeling so guilty and ashamed over having an affair."

Staci's face changed, subtly. More softly, she said, "Why didn't you come to me?"

"Because I was afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of...of...losing you. Losing what we have."

Staci took two steps, put her arms around me and kissed me so gently I couldn't believe it.

I leaned my face against hers. Kissed her back.

Staci held my face and said, "Baby. Don't ever feel like you can't come and talk to me. Okay?"

"Okay. I was afraid, like I said. You can break up with me or help me with my fear."

"Don't be silly. You know I won't break up with you."

We stood there and kissed a while longer.

In between soft kisses, I said, "So I guess you have to go home pretty soon, huh?"

"Nope. I brought a change of clothes with me. I can stay the night if you want."

I guess my silence spoke for me.

Staci kissed me again. "You do want me to stay. Right?"

"We just have to arrive at work separately, is all I ask. Otherwise people will talk. I can assure you of that."

Staci rolled her eyes. "Oh, trust me, I already know all about that, from working at the club."

"Then, yes. You can stay overnight."

"Good."

We kissed a few more times. 

Then I said, "How do I look in my yoga things?"

"Beautiful. Gorgeous. Adorable."

I blushed. "Thank you. Why don't you go out to your car and get your things?"

"Yeah. Once we get going I doubt I'll have the energy to even get out of bed."

We giggled.

A few minutes later, Staci came back inside carrying an overnight bag.

I locked the front door, then took her hand. "Come with me. I've got a surprise or two in store for you, too."

"Really? What?"

"Come on."

I took Staci's hand, and led her down the hall to the master bedroom.

Excitedly, she said, "So, what's this surprise?"

I reminded her, "Surprises. Plural, as in more than one."

"Okay, so what are these surprises?"

We finally got to the master bedroom. I said, "Here. Let me take this first."

I took her bag and put it on the dress. Then I said, "Close your eyes."

"Okay. They're closed."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. They're closed."

"Okay." I quickly went into the walk in closet and hauled out the package from Victoria's Secret, wrapped in their distinctive pink wrapping.

Then I said, "Put out your hand."

She did.

I put the bag in her hand. "Okay. Open your eyes."

Staci did. Her eyes got big as saucers. "Oh my god! What did you get me? Can I open it?"

"Of course you can. Happy birthday, by the way."

"Oh my god, thank you!" She kissed me, then took the bag over to the bed and opened it eagerly.

She gasped as she saw what I bought for her - a three pack of lacy hiphugger panties and matching pushup bras.

She held out her arms to me and gave me a sincere hug.

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome!"

"Can I try them on?"

"You can if you want to. But I was hoping we might do something else instead."

She came closer. "Oh, something else, huh? What else do you want to do?"

Her voice was soft and silky.

I slipped my arms around her waist and drew her closer. "I was thinking about this..."

And I touched my lips to hers.

Softly, I touched my lips to hers, feeling the softness, feeling the contours of her lips, feeling her lips respond in kind.

Gently, I paused in my kisses. "You know I love you..."

"Yes. I know. I love you, too, baby."

"Awww..."

I resumed kissing her, running my nails lightly up and down her back.

Kissing, we moved over to the bed.

Staci lifted my arms over my head, pulled my t-shirt up and threw it on the bed. Then she started kissing my neck, working her way down, finally to my breasts.

She paused only to sit down on the bed, in order to have easier access to my breasts with my pink eraser-sized nipples.

She palmed them, squeezed them lightly, then kissed them, and finally just as lightly sucked on my nipples, alternating between the left and right breasts with a POP.

I ran my long pink nails through her black hair, smiling at her.

I could feel heat in my core. And moisture someplace else.

"Oh, shit..."

Staci lifted her brown eyes up at me. "Do you like that?"

"Oh, Yes! You're making me wet!"

"Mmmmmm, am I making that cute little pink pussy of yours nice and wet?"

"Mmmm! Shit! Yes, you are!"

"Would you like me to fuck that pink wet pussy with a dildo?"

"If you can find it quickly, yes!"

Staci stood up and giggled as she kissed me. "Hold that thought. Be right back."

I just stood there while she relocated the black plastic bag, and came back out less than a minute later, attaching a rather strange looking dildo to the strap. It was rather modest, only about six inches long, made of clear flexible plastic, and had strange little nubs running along the underside.

I said, "What is that?"

Staci snapped the ring in to place and grinned. "See these little ridges?"

I licked my lips. "Yes?"

"These are designed to stimulate your G-spot."

"I thought the G-spot was a myth..."

"Oh, no, it's very real. Along the top of your vagina, about an inch in, there's a little nub. Stimulate that little guy the right way, and you can have an unbelievable orgasm."

I could feel moisture literally running down my legs by now, at the very thought of such a powerful orgasm.

"Let me get these off."

"I'll get the lube."

Minutes later, I had my shorts off, joining my t-shirt on the bed. I climbed on the bed, got on all fours, and stuck my ass high in the air.




Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 05



I heard Staci find the bottle of lube from the bag, then a slurping noise as she squeezed lube on to the flexible plastic cock.

Then I felt Staci's soft hands hold my hips.

"You ready?" Her soft voice carried sexual heat.

"Yes." I swallowed. "I'm ready."

I looked to the right.

I could see Staci in the mirror on the wall above the dresser, standing behind me, grinning as she caressed my ass and the small of my back, and finally held my waist.

Then I watched that plastic cock disappear inside my pussy!

I gasped as it filled me up.

Staci paused there for a second. Then she said, "Ready?"

"Yes! Do it! Please, do it!"

Staci started to move her hips.

Back. And forth.

As she moved her hips, I felt a twinge way down deep in my pussy.

"Oh!"

Back. And forth.

"Oh!"

"Do you like that?"

"Oh! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Staci kept up her motions. She didn't penetrate me deeply. Instead, she thrusted quite shallowly, using the length of the dildo, not to mention those weird little thingamajigs, to stimulate my G-Spot!

Pretty soon, I wasn't able to speak at all. If Staci had tried to ask me any questions, my only answers would have been, "Oh shit!" or just plain, "Oh!"

Staci, bless her, wasn't trying to tease me or to deny me orgasm. Instead she took me past the threshold, like the starship Enterprise jumping to warp speed.

Full speed ahead!

The orgasm I had was so deep and so powerful, I saw spots. When I opened my eyes, I saw I had grabbed handfuls of bedding.

"Oh, god!" I deep gulps of air.

Staci said, "Are you okay, baby?"

I gulped air again. "Yes! Oh god, yes! Just...just give me a minute!"

Ever so slowly and gently, Staci pulled the dildo out of my pussy with a soft pop. Then she laid down next to me and pulled me into her waiting brown arms.

"It's okay, baby. Let me hold you."

She enfolded me into her embrace like the wings of a beautiful angel.

"Oh my god." I shuddered as I had little micro orgasmic spasms in my pussy walls.

"I told you it was a powerful orgasm."

"Oh my god, was it ever!"

We kissed, deeply and passionately at first, now softly and gently, as Staci caressed my back.

We laid there for quite a while.

Then Staci softly said, "You ready to try it on me?"

"Yeah. Let's get this thing off you..."

Minutes later, we were both on the bed, because my legs were still none-too-steady. Staci was on all fours, and I was behind her, wearing the strap with the strange cock snapped in to place.

"Remind me when we're done. I need to do some shopping."

"For what, baby?"

"There's this thing called the Liberator. It's these sets of cushions that get you into perfect position."

"Mmmmmm," Staci moaned. "Sounds hot!"

"Yes," I agreed. "But later. For now, hold on."

I held her hips steady, and slipped that thing inside her pussy.

Thanks to the lube, it slipped inside her like a whisper.

I held that pose for a second. Then I started to move, like I had seen Staci move.

Thrusting shallowly and slowly, using the length of the dildo to stimulate her vagina and her G-Spot, I soon had Staci speaking in tongues.

"Am I doing it right, honey?"

"Oh, shit!" she responded. "Shit! Fuck yes! Don't fucking stop fucking me!"

I giggled as I kept up my motions.

"Ah, shit! Goddamnit, you white bitch! Ahhhhhh!!" Staci grabbed the sheets hard, clenching for dear life. "Aaaaahhh! Shhhhiiiiit! Aaaaahhhhh!"

Finally her orgasm subsided. Like me, she gulped for air.

"Oh, shit! Oh fuck! That was deep!"

I said, "Wow. Are you okay?"

She gulped air. "Oh god! Give me a minute!"

I tried to pull the thingy out of her pussy, but that only made her have another orgasm!

"Aaaahhhhhh...!!"

Finally I got it out of her pussy. I took the naughty dildo out of the strap, and took the strap off.

Then I laid down next to her, just as she had done with me, and I held her.

For several minutes all we did was kiss and caress, speaking only with our bodies and with our eyes. I ran my nails gently up and down her back.

Finally I said, "Wow. You weren't kidding. That was a powerful orgasm."

"I know, right. I told you so."

"You did, you said so."

"Oh my god, I love you, baby. I don't think I could let another man touch me for the rest of my life."

I kissed her face. "I love you, too, honey. That dildo should come with a warning label!"

We giggled as we kissed and caressed.

We laid there for quite some time, not doing anything.

Then Staci said, "Is there any dinner left?"

"Hungry, are we?"

"Hell, yeah!"

We both laughed. I said, "If we can even get out of bed, let's get dressed and I can reheat some leftovers."

"Sounds good. I think I burned a million calories tonight."

"At least that much."

We both got dressed, in our yoga clothes, Staci in a spanking white sports bra and booty shorts, and went back into the kitchen.

I was hungry, too, after all that, and joined her at the counter, eating the leftovers with her.

Suddenly, just as we were eating, the phone rang. I put my finger to my lips. Staci nodded.

"Hello."

"Hi, Lauren."

"Hi, Jack. You didn't have to call. You sound tired."

"I know, but I just wanted to let you know I was OK before I went to bed."

"That's sweet, honey. Long flight?"

"Boy, was it. Turbulence sucks."

"Oh my god, honey, get some rest. We can talk in the morning. Okay?"

"Lauren, I know I don't say this often enough, but I love you."

I tilted my head and smiled into the phone. "I never get tired of hearing that, Jack. You know that."

"Sleep well. I'll call tomorrow night. I got an early start tomorrow so I don't know if I'll have the chance to call."

"Well, you just do a good job and I'll be waiting for you."

"Good night, Lauren."

"Good night, Jack. Love you, too."

He hung up. I hung up. I noticed Staci looking at me.

I said, "I hate lying to him."

"Beats him being all suspicious and shit. Now come over here and help me eat."

"Okay, honey."



Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 06



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* * * * * * *

I was headed down the hall to the cafeteria for lunch, when my cell phone went off.

"Hello."

"Hi, Lauren," my husband Jack said.

"Hi, honey," I smiled.

"I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time..."

"No, not at all. I was just going to lunch."

"Oh, good. Hey, listen, I got another work trip to go on."

I moaned. "Not another one?"

"Yeah, another one, I'm afraid."

"It seems like you never get any time off."

"I know, believe me. This whole regional sales director thing isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"Why don't you ask for a transfer? Surely to Pete you have enough seniority with the company to apply for any job you like?"

"Sure do, Lauren, but that would mean almost certainly taking a pay cut. Just a matter of how much."

I sniffed. "Yes, well, all the money in the world doesn't cure loneliness. You hear me, honey?"

"Yeah. I hear you."

I left it at that. I said, "So. When do you leave this time?"

"Not till tomorrow evening. Why, you gonna come down to the office and give me a surprise send-off?"

"Be careful what you wish for," I said softly.

Jack chuckled. "Have a good lunch. I'll see you this evening."

"You, too. Don't work too hard."

"I promise, babe. See you later."

"See you later, honey. Bye."

"Bye, babe."

I tapped the red button on the touch screen, and wiped away a stray tear.

My frustration and loneliness had two sources. I had been able to see my husband exactly twice in the last several months. And I haven't been able to see Staci at all. I feel like I've offended her in some way. After our last lovemaking session, I had her take the bag of sex toys with her. I didn't want my husband tripping across them.

The two people in my life that are closest to me, and I can't see either of them! 

Wiping away tears, I made my way into the cafeteria, and got lunch.

My heart leapt for joy when I saw Staci sitting at a table by herself, way over in the far corner. As soon as I swept my employee ID card through the register, I took my tray and quickly walked over.

I said, "Is this table taken?"

Staci looked over quickly, then said, "No, of course not."

I thought she sounded guilty.

But I sat down across from her, instead of next to her. As I spread a napkin across my lap, I said, "Long time no see, stranger."

"Yeah. I know."

"Jack is going on another work trip. You want to have dinner?"

Staci's smile was muted. "Yeah? When is he going?"

"Not till tomorrow afternoon. I was thinking we could have dinner this weekend."

"Dance for him," Staci said, out of nowhere.

"What?"

"You heard me," she said. "Remember what we talked about, when we first met?"

I blushed. "How could I forget?"

We both giggled.

Staci said, "Dance for him. Don't wait for him to ask. And wear that outfit you had on."

I blushed. But then my brain kicked in under my emotions. "Staci. Are you seeing someone?"

"Lauren, don't be silly-"

"Staci, when you like someone enough, you will make time to see them, regardless of how busy you are."

"What are you talking about?"

"For the last several weeks, you've made excuses or just changed the subject in mid stream, like you just did, every time I even mention you and I doing anything. So just tell me, are you seeing someone? Just be honest with me."

Staci looked away. I thought I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I wanted to brush it away.

Finally she looked at me steadily and said, "Yes. I've met someone."

A heavy silence fell.

All I said was, "I see."

"I met him a couple of months ago."

"Okay. Are you serious?"

"Getting serious. We were friends in college. I bumped into him one weekend at the coffee shop. We started going out. Lauren, I'm sorry, I don't want to jeopardize what I have with him-"

"For an affair with a lonely, desperate, old lady?"

"Lauren, don't say that..."

We ate our lunch in heavy silence. I wanted to burst into tears. But I couldn't afford to have the whole office talking about it.

In a whisper, Staci said, "I'll see you around, Lauren."

I didn't reply.

Staci stood up, took her tray and walked away.

* * * * * * * *

The very next day, during lunch time, instead of taking my lunch, I drove over to my husband's office.

I wanted to get out of the building. I couldn't handle seeing Staci today, knowing that all that lingerie I bought for her, was being worn for someone else.

I caught quite a few stares through the corner of my eye as I crossed the lobby to the elevator.

That gave me a needed ego-boost. Eat your hearts out, guys.

I hoped my husband wouldn't think the same way twice about the outfit I was wearing - a black long-sleeved satin blouse, black leather pencil skirt with a high slit in back, sheer black seamed stockings on my legs, and my favorite black leather six-inch stiletto heels.

Underneath was a little something-something from Victoria's Secret, a black pushup bra and panties, made to not show under clothes.

I was going to give my husband a send-off he wouldn't soon forget.

As the elevator whisked me up to my husband's office, I took a mirror from my matching black leather hand bag, snapped it open, and gave myself a critical once-over. 

Red lipstick, check. Smoky eye shadow, check. Long eyelashes, check. Hair down and curled, check.

I no longer had my hot pink nails. But I have let them grow. One of the girls at the salon has been helping me. They're not long, not even close, but they are getting past the finger tip now.

Just as I snapped the mirror closed, the elevator door dinged open. I quickly stuffed it back in my purse.

My stiletto heels clicked on gray tile as I stepped out of the elevator and went down the hall to the secretary's desk.

A different secretary sat there. This one was brunette. That made me smile to myself.

She looked up and smiled. "Hi, can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Lauren Mitchell, Jack's wife."

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Mitchell. I'm Terri, Jack's new secretary."

"Hi, Terri, and call me Lauren, please."

"Okay, Lauren. How can I help you?"

"I was hoping I might be able to see my husband. I wanted to give him a big send-off before his trip."

"Aw, that's so sweet of you."

"Thank you."

"I danced for my husband just a couple of weeks ago for his birthday. Best birthday he ever had."

We both laughed. My laughter sounded nervous.

Then I said, "How did you know I was going to dance for him?"

"Because, I wore an outfit pretty similar to that when I danced for my husband. Plus your makeup is beautiful."

I blushed but didn't reply.

Then she said, "Hang on, let me just make sure he's not on a phone call or something."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Sure."

The secretary got up, opened the door, and disappeared into his office for a minute. Then she just as quickly returned, smiling. "Go ahead. He's just finishing up some work."

I whispered, "Thanks."

"Sure. I know it's going to be a good dance."

I smiled as I grabbed the handle. "Let's hope so..."

I cracked open the door and eased inside.

My husband was sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer.

He looked up, as I closed the door with an audible click. 

I said, "Hi, honey..."

"Lauren. Wow."

The floors of his office were tile - perfect for wearing high heeled shoes. I walked slowly towards his desk, heels clicking slowly and seductively.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

"Do you like my outfit?"

"How could I not like it?"

I giggled. "Thank you! Why don't you sit down on the couch?"

I dropped my purse on his desk as he got up, crossed the room and sat on the couch.

He grinned. "I'm guessing this is that send-off you were talking about, that I should be careful about wishing for?"

"That's right..."

He swallowed as he sat down on the couch.

I reached into my purse, took out my cell phone, and tapped the screen. The song was already set up. Beyonce's "Dance For You."

From the desk, I slowly walked towards him, running my hands seductively down my sides and over my hips, as the song began to play.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

But then, in the middle of a step, the door suddenly opened.

Shit, I can't even have five minutes to give my husband a send off?

My heart dropped. It was probably something or someone important.

Jack looked unhappy, too.

We both looked over at the source of the interruption.

It wasn't his secretary. Instead it was a beautiful black woman, about Staci's age, her skin like chocolate, her figure curvaceous, wearing a simple black skirt suit and matching heels, her jet black hair worn down, brushing her shoulders.

She barged into the room. As she opened the door, I caught, "Don't worry, he knows me-" As soon as the woman saw me, she covered her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

My husband said, "Tiffany, wait out in the lobby. I'm busy."

Tiffany said, "Yes, I can see that..."

My voice suddenly brittle, I said, "Don't bother, Tiffany. I'll see myself out."

Jack tried to stand. "Lauren, wait-"

The woman, Tiffany, or whatever the hell her name was, tried to stop me. "Look, I said I'm sorry. I'll just wait out in the lobby-"

"Don't bother. I have to go, anyway." I grabbed my purse and my phone, and went for the door, the song still playing on my phone.

* * * * * *

When I got back to my office, I just barely had enough time to compose myself.

I pulled in to the parking lot, saw what time it was, and took a few deep breaths to get my emotions back under control.

When I felt like I could answer people's questions without flying off the handle or snapping their heads off, I got out of my car and walked across the parking lot towards the security entrance.

When I came inside, the officer said, "Right on time, Mrs. Mitchell. Just barely, though."

"I know, right. Serves me right for driving somewhere for lunch."

Quickly I swiped my card, then went to find my desk and sign back on. Last thing I needed was to have my supervisor ride my ass for being late from lunch. But he liked to ride my ass for everything, so it wouldn't be anything new.

It wasn't until later, after I had been back to work for some time, that I looked up from my computer, to see Staci coming in to my cubicle.

All I said was, "Hi."

She was the last person I wanted to see. But I have to admit, she did look very pretty, even when casual dress was allowed, wearing a long sleeved gray cotton top, blue jeans, and flat sandals.

Staci said, "Do you mind if I sit down?"

I wanted to say GO AWAY, but instead I said, "No. Go ahead. Have a seat. What's up?"

"I didn't see you at lunch..."

"Yes. I wanted to get out of the office."

"Yeah, I'll just bet, with that outfit."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, Lauren, we talked about this..."

I fought down the urge to take her head off. "Yeah. We sure did."

"So? How did it go? Did you give Jack a big send-off?"

This was the wrong question to ask. 

Sharply I said, "Staci, I have work to do."

Staci flinched like I had slapped her. "Lauren, I didn't mean anything..."

More quietly, I said, "I'd rather not talk about it here at my desk. So please leave me to my work."

Staci quickly left without another word.

I was grateful for that. 

About an hour later, I guess, my phone rang.

Afraid to answer it, I went ahead and picked it up. "Lauren Mitchell."

"Lauren, hi, it's Gabrielle White. Do you have a minute?"

"Uhm, yeah, I guess. What's up?"

"You put in an application regarding the opening I have for an executive assistant?"

My brain had to rapidly shift gears. "Ah. Yes. I did. Yes."

"I was wondering if you could come to my office this afternoon to do an interview?"

"Today? Oh, I don't know. My supervisor is hassling me to get this work done..."

"You let me handle your supervisor. Why don't you come to my office at, say, the top of the hour?"

"Okay. I can do that."

"Very good. I'll see you then."

"Okay. Thank you."

We both hung up. I was feeling pretty excited. 

If I could get this job, it could potentially change my whole situation. At the very least, it would get me out of this boring admin job.

* * * * * *

A few minutes before the top of the hour, I locked my computer, stood up, and pulled my skirt down so it looked smooth. Then I went down the hall to the elevator, took it up to the executive level, and walked over to the other side of the building, where Gabrielle White's office was.

Gabrielle White was the brand-new Vice-President of Social Media, and she recently put out a call to promote one lucky employee to be her executive assistant.

The employee lucky enough to get that job, to get any job on her staff, would get a sizable salary increase, not to mention a huge increase in prestige, their own personal parking space, as well as other benefits, and access to people who could potentially further benefit their career.

Of course, they would also draw the jealousy of every other employee in the building. But that was life for you.

Frankly, I was surprised I got called in for an interview. There were a lot of employees applying for this job. Much younger, more computer savvy employees. But, as Jack loved to point out all the time, I was always on all my social media accounts, whether from my laptop or my cell phone.

Just at the top of the hour, I arrived at Gabrielle's office. A pretty blonde lady came out and sat at her desk, dressed in a silver satin blouse with a sleek black satin pencil skirt and sky-high black high heels.

She looked up and said, "Hi. You must be Lauren."

"Yes. Hi. I'm Lauren. Lauren Mitchell."

"Hi, I'm Bonnie. I'm her secretary."

"Oh, hi. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too. That's a beautiful outfit!"

"Thank you. I wore it for my husband."

"Aw, that's so sweet of you. Go on in. Gabrielle is expecting you."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Sure!"

I walked past the desk and stepped inside the inner office.

To my surprise, Gabrielle White sat at the couch at the far end of the office, instead of at her desk. The couch was black leather, like my skirt and my heels, and was placed so that one had quite a view out the floor to ceiling windows.

Gabrielle White was a beautiful woman.

Her skin was about a shade darker than Staci's, definitely still chocolate, her jet black hair worn, like mine, in wavy curls that brushed past her shoulders. Her outfit matched her name. She wore a rather plain short sleeved white dress, along with sky-high white pumps.

She sat quite still, her long chocolate legs crossed casually, hands sitting placidly in her lap. Her lips were painted caramel, and her glamour-length nails were French style.

Gabrielle said, "Lauren, there you are. Come in, have a seat."

Nervously, I said, "Thank you, Miss White."

"Please, call me Gabrielle. No need to be so formal."

"Okay." I sat down, close but not too close. "I have to apologize."

"Why on earth do you need to apologize?"

"I don't have a copy of my resume."

"Oh, that's alright, Lauren. You won't be needing it."

"And why is that?"

"Well, I have to admit, I didn't just pull you in for an interview."

"Really? What am I doing here, then?"

"A little bird told me you could use a friend."

My polite smile turned into a stiff frown. "Who's that?"

Gabrielle placed her dark brown hand on my pale one. "Your friend Staci Summers. She was concerned for you."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"Well, she was. Did you know she put in a good word for you?"

"Did she?"

"Yes, she did. She told me how you had done her a big favor by getting her hired on here. She thought it was only fair she should do the same."

Despite myself, I smiled. "That was sweet of her."

"Yes, she told me all about you."

"What did she say?"

"She told me about how you've been working in the Admin department the whole time you've been with us, and never complained, or ever applied for any other transfers."

I said, "Yes, that's true. What else did she say?"

"She also said it was her idea for you to see your husband. She feels responsible for your pain."

I couldn't say anything. I could just barely keep the tears away.

Gabrielle gently squeezed my arm. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I sniffed, because I couldn't hold back the tears. "I hardly ever see him, because of his big promotion. So today I went to surprise him with this outfit, give him a special send-off, and some woman came in."

Gabrielle wore a genuinely sympathetic expression. "What did that woman say?"

"Jack tried to get her to leave. But the damage was already done. So I left."

Despite myself, the tears coursed down my face.

Gabrielle patted my back. "There, there." She handed me a tissue. "Here. You don't want to smear your makeup."

That finally got a laugh out of me. "Thanks. Fortunately it's waterproof."

"I'm sure. Come on, now, dry your tears. That's it."

I sniffed. "Thanks."

Gabrielle didn't reply but instead kept raking her nails across my back.

Once I got myself composed, I said, "So. I'm guessing you've been getting a lot of applications."

"Yes, quite a few. Mostly from people Staci's age. That's the only bad thing about Social Media. I feel like a den mother."

We both laughed.

Then out of nowhere, Gabrielle said, "However, the executive assistant position does not need to worry about the actual use of Social Media, just be able to schedule my day and coordinate with the person who actually does handle my social media accounts." 

"I imagine you must get quite a few messages."

Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "Let's put it this way, the executive assistant position is not a luxury. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Oh yes, I could certainly handle that."

"Good. When can you start?"

A little shocked, I said, "Uhm... As soon as Human Resources can process my paper work?"

Gabrielle laughed. "Good answer! Because I do want you to be my assistant."

"Uhm... really?"

"Yes. Really. Why don't you and I have dinner tonight?"

"Uhm... sure. I guess. My husband will be out of town this evening. What should I wear?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to dress up. Just a cocktail dress is fine."

"I can do that. Not very fancy, I'm afraid. At least not yet."

Gabrielle smiled. "Oh, don't worry. Work for me, Lauren, and you will be able to buy the wardrobe of your dreams. Your husband will be absolutely dying to see what you'll be wearing, before long. He might even stop taking so many trips."

I rather doubted that. But I said, "When should I be ready?"

"How about six-thirty?"

"Okay. I'll be ready for you."

"Excellent. I'll send a car to pick you up."

"No need to do that..."

"Nonsense. You're my assistant. I want to make things easy for you. I don't want you to have to find the place. Just enjoy dinner."

"Okay. That's very sweet of you..."

"Very good. Congratulations!"

"Thank you!" I ran my nails through my hair. "And, thank you, for listening. I didn't think anyone was on my side today."

"Awww, come here..."

Gabrielle eased her arm around my waist and pulled me towards her in a hug like I'd never had before, like being protected. She ran her hands up and down my back.

It was nice.

I pulled back, and looked in to the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. They filled my sight.

Suddenly Gabrielle leaned in very close, and our lips were touching!

We kissed, softly, soothingly.

Then, as I realized what we were doing, I pulled back and said, "Uhm..."

"Yes, Lauren?"

"I'd...uhm... I'd better get back to work. My boss is having kittens by now."

Gabrielle smiled.

"Your soon to be former boss will not say a word to you. I promise. But yes, you'd better get back to work. And...you might want to speak to Staci. You know?"




Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 06



I stood up. "Yes. I know. I will. Thank you again, Gabrielle."

"Congratulations, Lauren. I'll see you this evening."

As I walked out of the office, my legs were just a bit shaky.

* * * * * * *

As I came home from work, it felt like the day had lasted a whole week. When I left for work this morning, it felt like a century ago.

What I wanted to do was strip off these clothes, take a long hot shower or soak in the tub, get a glass of wine, and just chill.

But instead, I had dinner to look forward to.

I had to admit, getting dressed up again was a small price to pay for not having to make my own dinner. But before I could do all that, I had business to attend to. I took my phone out of my purse, and sent two text messages.

The first was to my husband. "Have a safe flight. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

And the second was to Staci. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. Thanks for the leg up. Love, L."

And then I locked the front door, and headed to the bedroom. As I went down the hall, I thought about how it would be interesting to see who replied first.

Even as I entered the master bedroom, my phone rang. I took it out. Staci.

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey. Gabrielle told me what happened. I'm so sorry, I was so insensitive. Please forgive me."

"Nothing to forgive, Staci. You couldn't have known what happened."

"Still though, I could have handled that a little better."

"You also could have been a little more honest with me about your new boyfriend."

"You're right. I should have been more honest with you. But I didn't want to hurt your feelings, and I couldn't think of a way to tell you, except, just to tell you."

"Okay. I suppose I'll accept that. Thanks for putting in a good word for me, by the way."

"It was the least I could do, after what you did for me."

"Thanks. Now I just wish there was a way to speed up Human Resources. They take forever."

Staci laughed, "I know, huh. But don't let me keep you. Gabrielle says she's invited you out for dinner."

"Yes. She has."

"Lauren..."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I really hope...we can...still be friends. I'm sorry I can't be more than that, especially with all we've been through. But I would love it if we can at least remain friends."

I sighed. "You're a young woman, Staci. Don't be sorry for falling in love. It happens."

"Still though, I feel guilty."

"It's not your fault how my marriage is going. Or not going."

"Well, it sounds like you might be getting a lot of flowers in the future."

"Why do you say that?"

"There's this lady in my office, her husband got totally drunk at his office party and did something totally inappropriate and embarrassed her. She's been getting flowers every day this week."

We shared a good long laugh. It felt good to laugh.

I finally said, "So, tell me. Is he at least better than your last boyfriend?"

"Yes. Much better. Like I said, we were friends in school."

"I'm glad you're happy. Go kiss your boyfriend. I gotta go."

"See you at the office, Lauren."

"See you later, Staci."

We hung up and I went straight to the master bedroom.

I dropped my purse on the dresser and started to strip out of my work clothes, starting with my high heels. I kicked them off and sighed as I flexed and stretched my calf muscles.

Then I reached for the zipper to my skirt.

Just as I was doing that, my phone rang, again. Who is it now?

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lauren."

"Hi, Jack. Are you at the airport?" There was a lot of background noise.

"Yeah. I'm just waiting for my flight to be called."

"Oh. Okay."

"Hey, listen. I'm sorry about what happened. And I'm also bummed you didn't get to do that dance for me."

Despite myself, I giggled. But then I said, "Who was that woman, Jack?"

"She was a colleague."

"A colleague? She seemed like a lot more than that."

"That's because we often travel together on these trips of mine. But you can be sure she knows to stop at Terri's desk first from now on."

I chuckled. "I certainly hope so."

"Which reminds me..."

"What?"

"When I get back, I'm going to speak to my boss, about designating someone to travel in my place. Half of these trips I've taken, I could have just as easily phoned it in, or done it by video conference. I've sure as hell earned that much consideration, if nothing else."

I was about to melt. "I won't lie. It would be nice to see you more often. I've been missing you."

"Believe it or not, but I've been missing you, too. I would like to be able to have dinner at home, just you and me, a little more often."

"Well, when you get home from this trip, we can have that dinner, because we're celebrating."

"Celebrating? What?"

"That executive assistant opening I applied for? I got it. I start just as soon as the paperwork gets done."

"Wow, Lauren, congratulations, babe. That's awesome."

I beamed. "Thank you, honey!"

"Soon as I get back, I'm taking a sick day, we'll have something delivered, and you and I will catch up over dinner. I promise."

Softly I said, "It's a date, honey..."

Then suddenly I heard an announcement through the phone. 

Jack quietly said, "Damn."

"Was that your flight they just announced?"

"Yeah. That's my flight. I gotta go, babe."

"I love you, honey. Be careful."

"Love you, too, Lauren. I'll call you tomorrow sometime."

"Okay, honey. Bye."

"Bye, babe."

I hung up, smiling for the first time today. 

I won't lie, that all sounded good. But I'll believe it when Jack doesn't have to go on quite so many "business trips."

In the meantime, I was still lonely. Still frustrated. Still horny. But also just a tiny bit hopeful as well.

I took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. Then I resumed getting undressed.

* * * * * * *

It wasn't until after nine-thirty that evening, quite late for me, that the car that Gabrielle had hired, was taking me home.

The driver held the door open, and I got out.

To my surprise, Gabrielle also got out and said, "Wait for me. I'll be right back. I'm just going to escort Lauren to the door."

"Yes, ma'am."

I said, "You don't need to do that..."

"Please, Lauren, I insist."

"Okay, then..."

Gabrielle tucked her clutch purse under her arm, and then took my hand, and walked with me up the drive way, all the way up to the front door.

It had taken me a while to decide on a tight-fitting knee-length gold foil bandage dress, with matching open-toed pumps, hair still down. Gabrielle wore a vivid blue, equally tight-fitting dress of her own, with a daring mid-thigh hemline, and matching sky-high stiletto heels.

As we arrived at my front door, I softly said, "Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful."

"Lauren, thank you for joining me this evening. You are right, it was a wonderful evening. I think we talked as much as we ate."

I laughed. "Yes, not to mention I think we kept the restaurant open a little later than they normally were."

Gabrielle laughed out loud. "I know! We certainly kept the wait staff on their toes."

I said, "Well, I guess this is good night. I would invite you in, but we both know it wouldn't be for just a few minutes."

Gabrielle smiled. "No, it wouldn't! Because you are such a beautiful woman and an excellent dinner date."

I blushed heavily. "Too bad there's not a way to get HR to move a little faster on the paperwork, huh?"

"Yes, I agree. I'll have to speak to Cheryl Montgomery on Monday and see if there's not a way to speed things up."

I fished my keys out of my purse and said, "Well, I guess this is good bye, for now, at least until the transfer goes through."

"Yes. Unless next time is a bit sooner..."

I said, "What do you mean?"

"We both go to the same health club, for their yoga class. How would you like to go with me to the health club? Make a day out of it?"

"Yeah...I would like that. As much fun as dinner was, yeah, I would like that a lot."

"Good! I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Cool. Can't wait..."

Gabrielle smiled sheepishly. "Speaking of which, I'm keeping the driver waiting. I'll see you tomorrow. Eleven thirty okay?"

I smiled, spontaneously. "Yes, that's fine. I'll see you then."

Quite suddenly, she said, "Staci told me you two had a ... thing going for a while. True?"

"Yes. Did. As in, once did, but not any longer."

"Well. No offense, but Staci is still a child, just in a woman's body."

Dryly, I said, "Trust me, I know."

"How would you like to be with a real woman, someone more your age?"

"Well, to be honest, it would be nice just to be with someone who has the same generational things in common."

"I know what you mean. That's why I hired you for the assistant position. Let the kids handle the internet. You have the real job."

I smiled. "Thank you, Gabrielle."

"Can I...kiss you good night?"

I licked my lips nervously. "Yes...I suppose so..."

Gabrielle slipped her arms around my waist and pulled me in close. Once again I felt protected and cared for.

I slowly wound my arms around her neck, just as she leaned in and kissed me, a romantic and passionate kiss. She didn't use her tongue, but that open mouth kiss made me moan.

We kissed without hurry, one kiss blending into the next. I could feel my pussy getting wet, my breasts swollen and sensitive.

Gabrielle gently pulled back. "Thank you again for dining with me. Goodnight, Lauren."

I stood there, swaying slightly, lips tingling. "Goodnight, Gabrielle."

Gabrielle lightly brushed the back of her hand across my cheek.

I smiled at her.

Smiling over her shoulder at me, Gabrielle walked back over to the car and got in, her hips swaying seductively to the beat of her high heels.

I stood and watched as the car drove away down the street. Then I slid the key into the lock and got inside.

I quickly went inside. As I locked the door and armed the alarm, I leaned against the door, trying to calm my pounding heart, not to mention my wet pussy.

Then I smiled to myself.

* * * * * * *

The next day, I was prepared for whatever yoga class we were going to draw. Because during the weekends, the health club had what they called "random yoga."

If you were going to take a weekend yoga class, because maybe you missed your regular class during the week, then more than likely you were going to get a class that was maybe a completely different sort of yoga, or maybe with outrageously difficult poses. You just never knew.

I was completely prepared to get one hell of a work out.

So you can imagine my disappointment when we drew a basic beginner's yoga class, with really basic, easy poses.

Now, I'm hardly an expert in yoga. But, sometimes it was good to go back to basics.

I patted my face with a towel, as I followed Gabrielle to the door, carrying my mat, wearing my pink t-shirt and grey shorts, my hair slicked back in a customary bun.

Gabrielle was wiping her face, saying, "Some class, huh?"

"Yeah, that was fun, actually!"

"It was more fun with you."

I blushed and beamed as we went down the hall. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Come on, let's go get changed."

"Where to next?"

"I thought we could go to the book store, the one with the coffee shop."

"Oooohh, sounds good! But we can't stay very long, because I need to be home when my husband calls."

Gabrielle rolled her eyes as she looked at the clock on the wall. "Yes, so do I, in fact."

"I didn't know you were married."

"Yes, I've been married about sixteen years."

"Any children?"

"No, no children. What about you?"

"No, me neither. We've frankly been too busy to maintain much of a sex life."

"Tell it, girl..."

We laughed.

We finally made it into the privacy of the women's locker room.

That's where I said, "Speaking of which...thank you for the good night kiss. That was nice."

"My pleasure, Lauren. I suspected you needed that."

"Hmm. You 'suspected' correctly. And you're right, it was good to get a kiss from a grown woman."

"If you like, I can give you more than that. Much more."

I didn't respond, at first.

It wasn't until we got to our lockers, than I finally said, "Gabrielle?"

"Yes?"

"I hope you didn't pick me to be your assistant, just to get a new lover."

Gabrielle didn't reply.

"Because having an affair is already complicated enough, without that affair being with a co-worker. Even worse, with a boss."

Finally she said, "Have a seat."

We sat down on the bench, facing each other.

"Listen, Lauren, I chose you to be my assistant because Staci put in a good word for you. Your boss put in a good word for you. Cheryl in HR told me all your performance reviews were good. And you have been with the company for quite some time. So you seemed like the natural pick. Seeing how beautiful you are...well, I'll admit, that is a bonus."

"I just don't want to be put in a situation where sleeping with the boss is part of my job description. You hear me?"

"I hear you," she said softly. "I still want you to be my assistant. As for the sex part, well, I don't want you to feel like you to have to have sex with me, because you don't. I would be disappointed, I'll admit. But not so disappointed that I wouldn't choose you. Because another bonus is getting you away from that terrible boss you have."

I finally cracked. A laugh started, then broke out of me. Pretty soon we were both laughing hearty belly laughs.

After a little bit, our laughter subsided.

Then she said, "So. I'd love to have you work for me."

I reached over and squeezed her brown hand. "I'd love to work with you."

Gabrielle leaned across and swiftly planted a single kiss on my lips. "Good."

I giggled self-consciously. Then I kissed her back.

I asked her, "If you don't mind me asking, how is your marriage going? You already know about mine."

"That's a fair question. We sleep in separate beds, Lauren. Separate. Beds."

I clapped my hands over my mouth. "Oh, no... are you serious?"

"Very serious. We have not had anything approaching sex in so long, I'm practically a virgin. Much like your marriage."

"I have a hard time believing that, Gabrielle. I mean look at you, you're a beautiful woman."

Gabrielle smiled. "Thank you. I have a hard time believing it, as well."

Then I said, "Come on. Let's shower and change so we can get out of here."

Quickly we stripped down to our birthday suits. I soon found out that Gabrielle White was indeed a beautiful woman, in fact, even more beautiful naked than with clothes on.

Except for the fudge colored nipples and silver-dollar sized areola on her beautifully perky breasts, her body was the same chocolate color all over, even down to the cove between her legs. She had no pubic hair, and I could see it all, from her hooded clit, to the chocolate labia.

My mouth started to water.

I was glad that I had my own pussy waxed, just a couple of weeks ago.

She gave me a once-over as well, then handed me a towel with a wink.

Then we both put on bath towels, and headed over to the showers, which were quite busy, which I expected, because the yoga class had been quite a large one, with more than 30 people there, mostly female.

We stood there, waiting, trading shy looks.

Finally a shower stall opened up. We waited for another one, but just that one.

Gabrielle nudged me. "Go ahead, take it. I'll wait."

"No, you take it."

She slipped off her towel, and took my hand. "Come on."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's shower together. Come on..."

Not really believing this was happening, I slipped off my towel as well, and followed her.

* * * * * * *

A couple of hours later, Gabrielle pulled her white Mercedes up to the curb at my house, and twisted the key in the ignition.

The music went off. Silence fell.

I turned to Gabrielle and said, "Well. Thanks again. I've had a wonderful time today. Plus, I don't think I've bought this many books in one day."

Gabrielle smiled. "You're welcome, Lauren. I've also had a wonderful time."

"Would you like to come in? No driver to keep waiting this time..."

"Are you sure that would be a good idea?"

"Not really. But, until my husband gets back from this work trip he is away on, things are still the same."

"Okay..."

Minutes later, I was closing the door behind Gabrielle, and locking the lock.

I dropped my book bag on the ottoman near the couch with my yoga bag, next to Gabrielle's book bag.

Then I turned to her, gently took her by the hand, and said, "Come with me."

We no more crossed the threshold into the master bedroom, than she took me in her arms and kissed me full on the lips.

This time, I relaxed into the kiss.

We kissed, over and over and over...

This time I could feel the passion in her kisses, as well as the feeling of being protected in the way she held me.

Five minutes later we were naked as the day we were born, as Gabrielle gently lowered me on to the bed, and moved on top of me.

"Lauren. You are so fucking beautiful."

"Thank you, so are you."

"I can't believe your husband isn't at home every chance he gets, making babies with you."

"Neither can I..."

"Well, your husband's loss is my gain..."

"Yes!"

Gabrielle started back in with the kisses. Soft. Gentle. Never probing. Always patient. Protective.

Only after it felt like we had been kissing for some time, did she finally start with her tongue.

I moaned around her kisses.

As she ran her nails through my hair, I ran my nails all up and down her back, giving her booty a playful squeeze.

Gabrielle giggled. "Mmmmm, you like that chocolate booty, huh?"

"Who doesn't?"

"You'd be surprised..."

Gabrielle began to kiss along the nape of my neck, her lips coming in gentle contact with the sensitive skin.

I exhaled in a soft moan.

After a few minutes of this sensuous torture, she finally arrived at my heaving breasts, kissing all over them, and finally licking and sucking on my nipples.

Gabrielle's soft silky hair trailed down my tummy as she kissed her way down in between my legs.

I stared up at the ceiling, thinking how I was being permanently spoiled. This was truly what making love meant.

Gabrielle began to probe the delicate skin around my vagina, kissing delicately and softly. Only when I felt like my pussy was about to explode from how wet it was, did she spread apart the hood covering my clit.

She started lightly flicking her tongue over it. With each flick and lick I squirmed in pleasure.

Gabrielle didn't speak as she serviced my pussy. And I didn't spare any breath either, except to moan or squeal or shout.

I couldn't tell you how long she was down there, except that if my husband had come in the room and asked me any questions, my only answer would have been, "Yes, baby, yes!"

But after a body-shaking, mind-blowing multiple orgasm, Gabrielle moved back up and kissed me.

"Oh my god..."

She grinned. "Did you like that, Lauren?"

"Mmmmm yes... oh my God, yes!"

"Think you can do that to me?"

I rolled over on top of her. "Was that a dare?"

"Yeah," she grinned. "I'm daring you to eat my chocolate pussy!"

I giggled, as I kissed her. I did my best to do everything to her that she did to me.

I gently nuzzled and kissed the nape of her neck, moving slowly down to her shoulder blade, and finally down to her chocolate-covered breasts, which I couldn't get enough of.

I kissed them, licked the nipples, sucked on them.

Gabrielle gasped out loud. Her chest heaved.

Finally I made my way down her equally flat, equally chocolate tummy, down to her chocolate pussy.

Here I put my time with Staci to good use. I, uh, applied all the lessons I learned, lessons of how to eat pussy.

Grinning up at Gabrielle, I plunged my tongue deep inside the moist pink folds of her pussy, moving up slightly to suck her clit.

Pretty soon, I had her speaking in tongues, bucking her hips like a bronco, and calling my name in high pitched ecstasy.




Happy Anniversary, Baby Ch. 06



Then I pulled back, licking her pussy lightly.

Gabrielle's whole body twitched.

I grinned up at her. "Mmmm. Sensitive?"

"Oh, shit, yes! Come here, baby..."

I moved back up into the safest place I knew of, back in her arms. We kissed and caressed the day away. Finally we laid there in each other's arms.

Eventually, Gabrielle got her breath back. "Shit. As much as I would love to just lay here with you all day, I need to be going."

"Husband calling soon?"

"Yes. He doesn't pay me a word of attention but while he's gone, I get to plan my life around his schedule."

I gave her a squeeze. "Don't feel too bad. My husband should be calling within the next half an hour or so."

So Gabrielle, at least, got dressed. I slipped on a pink terrycloth bath robe, and went with her to the door.

She gave me a romantic kiss. "This was wonderful, Lauren. I haven't come that hard in a long time."

"Me, neither. You're spoiling me."

My soon to be boss giggled. "Good! I'm definitely going to have to speak with Cheryl on Monday. When it's time, I'll send someone over to help you pack your things and move over to my office."

"Thank you, honey."

"No, thank you. I'll see you soon."

"Be careful."

"I will, baby. Have a nice weekend."

I closed the door behind her, locked it, then leaned against it, not believing what just happened.

Then I grinned. I was glowing like a teenager.

Sorry, Staci. I've traded up.