2 comments/ 44972 views/ 26 favorites 2nd BBC By: TeX_T_C It was a long day of classes, immature people, and meaningless assignments. As I walked down the stairs, all I could think about was getting home and maybe working out or lying by the pool. I got in my car and called Chris (my husband) to let him know I was out of school and on my way home. Usually, we would talk a few minutes about how our days were going, but he quickly cut me off and said he had to make a phone call. So we hung up and I got on the highway, heading home. About ten minutes went by and he called back. He told me he was sorry for being so short, but he had to make a quick call. I asked who he had to call and he just said his boss. I didn't think anything of it at that moment. We talked for a few minutes and he had to get back to work, so we hung up and I continued on my way home. It was a nice sunny day, so I was thinking when I got home I would go lay out by the pool and give my summer tan a jump start, but by the time I got home, the sun was being covered up by a lot of clouds so I figured I would just relax and watch some TV. Boy was I wrong. I walked in the house and put my heavy-ass book bag on the couch then went in to the kitchen to get something to snack on. While I had my head stuck in the fridge, I could hear the water in our bathroom running. It sounded like the shower. I walked in to the bedroom (which is connected to the bathroom) and saw the light was on. Scared the shit out of me! I was about to call the cops but as I hurried over to the phone on the night stand, I noticed a note folded up on the bed. It read: "Hey sexy - It's me, Shane. Don't freak out! I know you weren't expecting me. Chris asked me to come over and play with you while he was at work. I wasn't going to turn it down. He wanted it to be a surprise for you. If you're not in the mood - I understand, just stick your head in the bath room let me know. If you are, then get naked and come join me Shane" Well needless to say - I was very excited after reading it was Shane in the shower and by the end of this note and was really beginning to get hot and bothered. I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. Mainly, what it was going to be like to play with him without Chris. Awkward? Maybe. Exciting? Absolutely! Well, I was about to find out. I unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide down my legs to the floor. After stepping out of them, I reached under my shirt and unlatched my bra; I was wearing a spaghetti strap top, so I pulled my bra out through the arm holes. All I had on now was my thong and the shirt. I walked in the bathroom slowly, anticipating the hunk behind the curtain. The mirrors were all steamed up, so I couldn't see him in the reflection, which made me sad, because I so wanted to just look at him for a minute before he saw me. I suppose I opened the door a little too fast cause he heard me coming in and he peeked around the shower curtain and looked dead at me. He smiled and said "I guess you're in the mood." I smiled and said "Of course!" He asked me how long until I got in the shower with him and I told him to wait a few minutes and I walked in and sat on the counter directly across from the shower. He continued to smile and grin. I could see the excited "little boy look" on his face as I opened my legs and slid the front of my panties over. I exposed my pussy and asked him what he wanted to do to it. He started to tell me he was going to fuck me so hard, my neighbors would here us. I told him "I don't want them to think I'm cheating on Chris." That's when he told me what Chris told him. Make sure the neighbors hear. I just laughed thinking that sounds just like him. I then lifted my shirt above my tits, not yet removing the shirt and started to twirl my finger around my nipple, making it hard. You see, my whole plan here was to make him hard before I got in, and apparently it worked because he kept stepping back away from the curtain as if to try and hide his huge cock. It didn't take very long for me to become totally aroused. I asked him if I was getting to him and he responded with a big smile... I knew I was, just as much he was getting to me. I lifted myself up off the counter and slid my panties down to my knees. He fingered me to come closer and I did. As I got to the edge of the shower, he reached down and slid two fingers into my wet pussy and kissed me hard on the lips. I almost came from just the kiss. His other hand reached from inside the shower and grabbed my left tit and he started to play with me, sending sensations all over my body. He took off my shirt and started to lick my neck and shoulder. I was getting really aroused now and wanted to get in. I took my hand and gently took his fingers out of me, took off my panties and stepped into the shower. His hands started on my tits. His lips touched my neck, then my ear, then my nipple and then my belly. He was going down, he took his fingers that were inside me and placed them on my lips. I began to suck the juices off them as he lifted my leg up to rest on the edge of the bath tub. After a few seconds of him teasing my clit with his tongue, he took his fingers back then gripped my ass with both hands. His tongue was in me pretty deep and his hands were pressing me into him from behind. I could feel one of his fingers close to my ass hole and I reached around and pushed it towards my hole hoping he would get the hint and he did. He took his finger and stuck it in me slowly at first and gradually picked up the pace and started full out fingering my ass. While he was eating me, he took his other hand off my ass and placed two fingers in my pussy and the whole time all I could do was try to keep my balance. It felt so good having him do all that to me, but all I could think about was getting his dick in my mouth. As he was eating/fingering/making me cum, I was staring at his throbbing cock down below and just seeing how big it had gotten was contributing to my orgasms. After about three of them, I started to pull away from him so I could repay the favor. As he stood up I saw he had some of my juices on his mouth. I started to lick it all off with the tip of my tongue. After cleaning him off and some tongue play, I pushed him back softly for him to sit on the edge of the garden tub. He sat down as I knelt to the bottom in front of him. The water was rushing down my back shielding his large cock for my enjoyment. His legs were spread open, each foot resting on either edge of the tub, allowing full access to every part of his balls and cock. I took both hands and wrapped them around his shaft and then stuck the remaining three inches in my mouth. Slowly at first, I stroked up and down with my hands in the same rhythm with my mouth. After a few minutes of this I could feel him starting to thrust into me so I removed my first hand and tried my best to take him deeper into my mouth. I picked up the pace a little before I got about half of him in me. I almost gagged. Yes I have a reflex and it sucks. I had one hand still on the base of his shaft stroking him and the head was in my mouth. I was licking the tip with my tongue from the inside of my mouth and I took my time to taste every inch of it. I took him out and started to lick him from his balls all the way up the bottom part of his head, up and over to the tip and then I put my head down again. I went a little faster this time over his shiny thick head. I kept some eye contact with him and could tell he loved it. I wanted to make him cum, so I kept allowing my spit to run down his shaft so that I could use it for lubrication for my hands. I was using one hand to stroke him near the base of his head in correspondence with my mouth and the other hand was playing with his big ass balls. I swear they were the size of eggs. I licked them occasionally and even sucked on them a little, which he seemed to love. He kept trying to reach me, which was hard to do from where we were sitting and now he knows how I felt when I couldn't reach him about 15 minutes earlier. All this oral action was making my jaw sore and I really wanted him to cum. I stopped with the oral action and went to just jacking his huge dick off. It took both hands to cover two thirds of it, but I used both hands and told him when he gets close I wanted it on my tits. He continued this for a few minutes and then he got up quickly and started to jack off, I leaned back a little so I could watch him squirt my boobs and then it all came out. After he was done, I rinsed off all of his cum with the water and asked how he liked that. He just smiled and then asked me if we should go in the room now. We both agreed that we should go get on the bed. We turned the water off, stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. He picked me up and placed me over his shoulder, probably on purpose so that on the way to the bed he could finger me in my pussy as he carried me. When we got to the bed, he scared me a little because he flipped me around so that my legs were opened in front of his face and his yet again throbbing cock was right at my disposal, in front of my face. I commented on how strong he was and before I could finish he was deep in my pussy again with his tongue. I could only moan a little while I tried to get his dick in my mouth without using my hands. Finally got it and did my best to go down on him while I was trying to hold myself out-wards from him with my hands on his thighs. After a few minutes in this position, he took me and bent me over towards the bed so that we both stayed in the 69 position and he released me so I fell on the bed. He placed his cock back in my mouth and held my head so he could control the strokes in and out. That turned me on even more so I grabbed his ass and helped to push him in to me. After a few minutes, he leaned forward to reach my, now – soaked and dripping wet pussy. I felt his hands touch me on the sides of my body and firmly move down towards my ass. Once they got there I could feel how strongly he was pressing my ass up into his face. I took my hands and grabbed his ass from around his legs the best I could and pulled me up into him anyway. His legs were on either side of me and his balls were just hanging over my head. He suddenly stopped for a second and I felt his hands release my ass cheek and I wondered what he was going to do now. Just as I finished that very thought, I felt his warm, wet finger enter in my ass again. He spit on my pussy and let it run down to my ass hole, further lubricating my tight hole. I was feeling very freaky by now and although I knew I would never be able to take his dick in my ass, I wanted to see how many fingers I could fit in there. So I took his dick outta my mouth and told him to try two fingers. As he tried to put them in I noticed he was being extra careful to not hurt me, and I liked that. I figured he would try and get rough or something and he didn't. Finally got his middle and pointer finger in my ass and I told him to stick four in my pussy with his other hand and he did. It wasn't hard either because I was so wet. They just slid right in. All I could think was this was going to be the closest I would ever get to a DP...it was great. I think I came like three times...in like 5 minutes. I was happy and so ready for him to just ravish my body and fuck me till Chris got home. I turned my head over to glance at the clock and noticed my phone had been blinking, Chris must have either called or messaged me, and he must know what's going on since I didn't answer or message him back. I could just picture him at his office, jacking off to the thought of me and Shane fucking in our bed. I just thought at the next position switch I would call him and went back to focusing on the huge dick touching my cheek. I tried to catch it in my mouth w/out using my hands again and I finally got it. As soon as I got it in my mouth I could feel my pussy tightening up around Shane's fingers and I knew I was about to cum again. I had lost count by now how many times I had actually came, but I know I had more to come, because his dick hadn't even touched my pussy yet. I could feel Shane's dick getting more and more swollen in my mouth as he used his big fingers to fuck me. Just as I thought about fucking him, he came in my mouth. At first, it surprised me and I felt him lift up as if to try and pull out but I pressed him back down into my mouth. I loved it! I had never had someone just cum in my mouth without telling me. It was so hot. I swallowed every drop and stroked his dick dry while he just flinched and moaned on top of me. I figured I would have to work a little to get him back up again, but I was wrong. After a few minutes of me sucking his soft cock, he turned around, got off me and grabbed my tits in both hands. He kissed me deeply as if to try and get some of his cum back. His tongue went almost to my throat. After a few minutes of our lips touching and hands all over each other, his dick was at attention once again. I grabbed his chest and pressed him backwards off of me so that I could mount his throbbing rod and ride it. I grabbed a condom off the night stand and placed it in his hand, he ripped it open and slid it on, I grabbed the base of his dick and sat right on top of it. Starting slow, I took him all the way in me, I could almost feel him in my stomach he was so deep. After the third or fourth stroke up wards I leaned forwards and placed my head on the side and softly blew into his ear and just moved my ass up and down on his dick, trying to keep him still. Which was pretty hard, being his dick was almost as big as me. (NOT REALLY -- BUT IT IS BIG.) It was pretty hard to keep him from squirming. I had almost forgotten about calling Chris, so I reached over and grabbed my phone and dialed Chris. It took a few rings but he answered. He could tell I was short on breath and asked if I was having fun, I told him I was. It was hot talking to him while Shane and I were fucking. Never in my life had I been so turned on. Chris wanted me to leave the phone on the table and just let him listen so I did, but only for a little while. After about ten minutes of my screaming and moaning into the phone, I told Shane to hold on. I reached over and grabbed the phone to see if Chris was still there. He was. I asked him if he was enjoying the sounds and he said he was. I told him abruptly, I had to hang up now and leave the rest for his imagination. As I hung up, I could feel Shane sliding his dick back into my wet, slippery pussy. He was on his side and I was in front of him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him. I could feel him slowly sliding his hands up around my tits. As he slid in me over and over again, I could feel another orgasm mounting. I wasn't moving much, he was doing all the work at this point and I was kind of glad because I was starting to tire. After a little while of this I made him get on his back again, except this time, I wanted to ride him with my back to him, so I got on top and mounted his huge cock and actually watched as he slid back into me, this time I was in control and he had one hand on my left tit and his other hand was rubbing my clit. I rode him for about ten minutes like this until he sat up and pushed me up and over onto my knees. I was staring back at him and he had this grin going on. I asked what he was thinking and as I did, he grabbed my ass and placed his whole mouth over my entire pussy and started to lick me, my cum was all over his face and I could feel his tongue getting deeper in to me with each lick, he was spreading me open with his hands and I was starting to moan. Then he stuck his fingers in me and started to finger me and pull them out and lick them off. I told him I wanted to taste and he reached around and stuck his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them dry of all my juices. After he was done doing that, he leaned up over me and slid his dick back inside me and my pussy was spread open once again and he began to thrust into me. He had one hand wrapped around me on one of my tits and the other one was under me cupping my shoulder. He was using the leverage to really get deep and it was working. I could feel him so far in me. I had to scream with every thrust. I arched my back so my ass was sticking up and I laid my head on the pillow, shoulders to the bed and he was now holding me by my waist. It was so hot to feel him pulling me and pushing me, I was just laying there like dead weight. He knew exactly what do with and to me. He was grinding deep and smacking my ass. Just as I was about to cum AGAIN, he grabbed my hair and pulled it back hard. He asked me if I liked it like that and in between moans and screams I told him I loved it. Then we came together in what seemed to be a very long time. My legs were drenched and my pussy was dripping. After all the shivering and shaking stopped, we laid on the bed exhausted until Chris came home... 2nd Best Decision Becomes 1st Best When the critical part of my story starts, I was 30 years old, married to the love of my life, Nancy, who was 32, we had two lovely daughters five and six years old, and we had been married for eight years. I remember complimenting myself on the good decisions that I made in life. This included who I selected as friends in high school and college, the college that I went to, the business I decided to get in, the company that I went to work for, and - best of all - marrying Nancy, the best decision of my life. I met Nancy the first semester of my senior year in college when she was a graduate assistant for one of the business courses that I was taking. She was beautiful, voluptuous, smart, and funny. I don't know for sure what her first impression of me was, but my first impression of her was "wow." I made sure to ace every aspect of the course that she was a graduate assistant for, and in the "lab" session that she taught made sure to ask only intelligent probing questions. Toward the end of the semester I got the idea from her body language that she was interested. The first day of the second semester I asked her out, we had a whirlwind courtship, and were married two months after I graduated from college. One thing that I quickly learned about Nancy was that she was very headstrong and was impossible to manipulate, or even reason with, if she had her mind set on something. That was something that wasn't a problem for me, although she admitted that it had been a significant problem with men that she had relationships with before we met. What was a problem for me, though, was her apparent need to win every argument - however, I loved her so much that I learned to cope with it. _______________ After college I immediately got a job in marketing with a Fortune 500 company and by the time that I was 29 I was a vice president of a Fortune 1500 company. Despite how intelligent she was, Nancy's one foray into the business world did not go well. She was an excellent teacher, but missed something when it came to applying what she knew to the real world; however, I believe that it was the headstrong nature of her personality that was her major drawback. So she returned to academia and at 32 was an associate professor at a prestigious university about 10 miles from our house. My married life was great not only because both my wife and I had jobs that we loved, but we had great kids that were fun to be around, we had a truly loving relationship, and my sex life was better than I thought it possibly could be when I was growing up. Except for periods, which occurred about every six months, where Nancy and I had mysterious increases in our libidos so that we fucked like jungle cats for about 10 days straight, we regularly had loving sex which included experimenting with toys and great oral, as well as fucking in almost every rational position in the Kama Sutra. Nancy was particularly horny when she was pregnant and she required servicing every day, right up to the day before she delivered each child. I was one smug, satisfied, cowboy. At the initial setting of this story, I considered my second best decision ever to be the hiring of my secretary of three years, Alisha. That could've been a really bad decision because Alisha, quite honestly, wasn't actually qualified for the job when I hired her. I'm not exactly sure what all of the motivating factors were in hiring her, but some were her tragic background, uber femininity, intense desire to succeed, and because she had to support a two-year-old and a three-year-old despite the fact that she was only 23 years old when I hired her. Alisha turned out to be so smart that had she had the advantages that I did growing up she easily could've gotten a PhD in almost any subject that she wanted to. Although her verbal skills were no better than those of a senior in high school when I hired her, within 18 months she had no peers among the people that I supervised when it came to verbal and interpersonal skills. She was also highly organized, worked as hard as a single mom could be expected to work, and became the most reliable person that I knew. Just to prove to myself that my perception of her was correct, under the guise of corporate mandating that all employees should take a particular test, I manipulated her into undertaking an IQ test. She scored 135, significantly higher than that of the average college graduate despite her 10th grade education. My smug, fat (figuratively, not actually, since I am 6 feet 2 inches, 195 pounds), naïve, existence came to an end 15 days after my 30th birthday. I got a call from the school where my six-year-old was in first grade that Monday morning. Since the school was close to the University where Nancy worked so that she could drop the kids off and pick them up most days, and since Monday and Wednesday were her busiest days, I was the emergency contact for the kids those days, so I got the call instead of her. If the same thing had happened on Tuesday, Thursday, or Friday, I might never have found out. My six-year-old, Lisbeth, simply had a minor stomach problem, but I thought that I should run her in to her pediatrician's office just in case it was something more serious. I tried Nancy's phone to advise her, but it went to voicemail. Since I know Nancy's schedule and that she might have her only break of the day within 10 minutes, and where her office is, and since it was right on the way to the pediatrician's office, I swung by the University with the intention of telling Nancy, or Nancy's secretary if Nancy was not in, what was going on. Imagine my surprise when as I approached the building her office was in, in an almost hidden side entry way that was never used, I saw Nancy in a passionate embrace with another man. I stopped the car short, looked long enough to see his hand on her ass and one of her hands between them at the level of his crotch, took one photo of them in the embrace with the high res digital camera in my glove box, took a second photo when they broke the embrace with big smiles on their very visible and recognizable faces, and then drove to the doctor's office. I was so shaken that had it been any other doctor's office aside from the pediatrician's they probably would've assumed that I was the one in need of medical attention, not Lisbeth. Fortunately, Lisbeth's problem turned out to be so minor that the doctor cleared her to return to school after lunch. Lisbeth and I went to a deli and had lunch together, splitting her favorite sandwich since I didn't have much of an appetite, and then I returned her to school. When I got back to work I got my phone messages from Alisha, immediately went into my office, and closed the door. When Alisha could tell that I was done returning the three calls that I needed to, she rapped on the door and came in. "What's wrong Blake, you look ashen. Was there something serious with respect to Lisbeth?" She asked. "No, no, no," I blurted out much too quickly. "She merely had a minor stomach problem, and after lunch I returned her to school." "Then why do you look like a zombie?" Alisha asked. "You might as well tell me, you know that I'll get it out of you eventually." She may have been right, but I was in no mood to talk about it then. "No big deal; I probably just have the same little stomach problems that Lisbeth had." Alisha wasn't buying it, but she left my office and I worked the rest of the day with the door closed. Actually "worked" is a euphemism because I got damn little done. I feigned Lisbeth's stomach problem with Nancy that night. After eating half of my dinner, and playing with the kids for about half an hour, I told Nancy that I didn't feel good and in case what I had was contagious would sleep in the guest bedroom. I went into the guest bedroom, but I didn't immediately go to bed. I had to decide what to do. Doing nothing was not an option, but going nuclear and destroying our family wasn't one either. I somehow got through the week without directly confronting the problem. My plan called for me to do it Saturday morning using my fake illness one more day, a fake business trip for two more which I spent in a local hotel, and a night at Nancy's parents' house. I basically pulled it off, although Nancy had a very suspicious look on her face especially when I did not come to bed Friday night for what she clearly hoped would be an intense sex session; I said that I had to work on the computer for about an hour. "What's wrong Blake?" Nancy asked, dressed in her most inviting négligée while I sat at my laptop in the den. With only one glance toward her I replied "We'll talk about it tomorrow morning and then I'll take the kids to the zoo so that you have some time to think." "Why can't we talk about it now?" "Because I fucking do not want to talk about it now, that's why. So just get the fuck to bed!" That was the first time that I had ever, in our entire relationship, talked to her like that. The last time that I looked at her she was wide-eyed, but shortly left. I slept in the guest room again. Nancy looked like shit the next morning. Pursuant to arrangements I made two days earlier, I sent the kids next door to play with the teenage girl who often babysat for them, with the promise to leave for the zoo within half an hour. As soon as the kids were out the door Nancy started "How could you talk to me like you did last night..." That's all she got out before I yelled "Shut the fuck up Nancy. Our 'talk' is going to consist of me talking and you listening." That got her attention and she sat back in a kitchen chair. "I don't know how long you've been having an affair, why, or what his name is, but it is very distressing to me to say the least." Nancy opened her mouth like she was going to deny it, but I slammed my open palm on the kitchen table and she thought better of it. "This is the way it's going to be if you care to stay married. If I ever get any indication whatsoever that any of our friends or family know about it, I'll be filing papers the next day; same thing if you ever bring him or them into this house." (She flinched at the word "them.") "Until I have proof that the affair or affairs is/are over, you present me with a clean bill of health from an STD testing lab, and you tell me how I can regain trust in you, I will be sleeping in the guest bedroom. When I return with the kids this afternoon, unless you tell me that you are immediately filing for divorce, I intend for our family life to go on the way it did before Monday, but we will not be having sex again until my three conditions are met." With that I grabbed the car keys and left. Fortunately, it's hard to be depressed around little kids when they're having such a great time at the zoo, so I almost forgot about our situation until I returned late that afternoon. Nancy was not at home we got there. She returned about an hour later, just as I was completing preparation of spaghetti and meatballs, and salad, about the extent of my culinary abilities. She was not wearing normal Saturday mom clothes, but a slinky dress and heels. After Nancy changed clothes we had a fairly normal family dinner. After I cleaned up the dinner dishes, we played a standard Saturday night family game, watched a kids DVD until one was asleep and the other barely able to keep her eyes open, and we each got a child ready for bed and tucked in. Once the kids were safely in bed, I changed into my bicycle riding duds, and took a nighttime bike ride for an hour. When I got home Nancy was watching a movie in the living room. She put the movie on pause, walked into the kitchen where I was consuming a liter of iced tea, and said "We need to talk some more." "No we don't," I matter-of-factly said. Then I walked upstairs, took a shower, and went to bed in the guest room. I made sure to lock the door. I heard rapping on it, but tried to ignore it. When it continued I turned on an air cleaner so that the background noise drowned it out. We had a basically normal Sunday. I even held Nancy's hand as we walked into church. We went to a family and friends barbecue, with the kids, that afternoon, and if anyone there could tell that Nancy and I were having problems they sure didn't show it. I did make a number of subtle inquiries with a number of my friends and family members, however, just to see if there was a possibility that they knew anything about Nancy's affair. Either my inquiries were way too subtle or no one had a clue. Nancy came up to me several times during the barbecue and gave me a hug. I always returned it with a smile on my face. Nancy made one more attempt to talk further on Sunday night, but I responded to it by taking another nighttime bicycle ride and then after showering went right to bed in the guest bedroom. __________________ Many people may wonder why I took the approach that I did with Nancy. There were many reasons why, the two primary ones being that the thought of not being with my kids every day was very distressing to me, and considering how headstrong Nancy was she very well could get her dander up, we would have a confrontation from which neither of us could recover, and the marriage would be dead for sure. I thought that in time the marriage might be salvaged, but not unless I took a strong position while still avoiding a nuclear conclusion. I do believe that for the next three weeks everyone that we knew was fooled into believing that Nancy and I had the same relationship that we did before that fateful day. Everyone, that is, except for Alisha. Alisha had some sort of sixth sense, radar, intuition, or something of the sort, because she wasn't fooled for even one day. One of the procedures that I initiated when I became vice president of marketing was, during the summer, a half day Friday every other week. It was so great for morale that I got higher productivity in the 34 and one half hours that people in my division worked during those weeks than during a normal 40 hour week. On a half-day Friday about three weeks after "the incident" everyone else had left except for Alisha when about 1:30 she came into my office. "Come clean Blake; I'm not leaving until you do," she said, plopping herself in a chair across from my desk. At first I tried to bullshit her; she was having none of it. "I know that you have to get the Jenkins contract done before you leave here today, this is a very comfortable chair, and I'm not leaving or letting you get any work done on the Jenkins contract until you come clean." Her crossed arms and legs, and cobra-like stare, left no doubt that she was going to do what she said. So I told her everything. "How long is this going to last?" she inquired. "I have no idea," I honestly responded. "So you haven't had sex for over three weeks?" "About that." "Did I tell you that you pay me enough money, especially with your overly generous Christmas bonuses, that I was able to rent a small house and I now have an aunt, my only family member who is worth a damn, living with me so that I have a built-in babysitter?" I was a little surprised that she was bringing up such an irrelevant topic. "Uh, no; I didn't know that, but I'm happy that you feel that you are properly compensated." "Did I tell you that I haven't been laid in five months, and that the last time was not that satisfying?" she said, uncrossing her legs and moving her thighs part. I stuttered out "That's way too much information, Alisha." "Actually, it's not, Blake. Your present situation has given me the opportunity I've been looking for over the last two years. A chance to change our relationship. You're going to be out of town Tuesday night next week, and you're taking me with you. If you don't, you can start looking for a new secretary starting Wednesday, at which point I will be giving my two weeks' notice." After that mind-blowing statement, she got up, walked behind the desk, and planted the most passionate tongue filled kiss on me that I had ever received in my life while squeezing my rapidly inflating dick. Then she turned and started out the door. Just before she went out the door she said "I know all about the company's fraternization and sexual harassment policies. I also know how to handle them." I sat at my desk stunned for the better part of an hour. By the time that I thought things through I realized that one of the reasons that I may have hired Alisha was because I sensed a latent sexuality in her that contributed to her uber femininity. While Alisha was not as beautiful or voluptuous as Nancy, I had to admit that she had the "it" factor which is impossible to properly analyze, yet can evoke a strong sexual response. I had some real thinking to do. By Monday, I had a number of questions, and some decisions based upon how those questions would be answered. I called Alisha into my office first thing, and closed and locked the door. "Were you serious on Friday?" "Never been more serious in my life." "You know that I have two little kids, probably will not be getting divorced, and that if I reconcile with Nancy that I will not be having sex with anyone else besides her?" "I know that. I'm not asking you to fall in love with me. I'm asking you to use me for your sexual gratification until your situation changes the way that you want it to." "How do we get around the fraternization and sexual harassment policies?" "I've talked to a labor attorney friend of mine who assures me that if we both sign waivers, and we are discrete, if the company tries to enforce the policies against us we can prevail in a lawsuit. Plus, we both know enough about each other's personalities to know that we can be completely discrete and can trust each other to act honorably toward one another. If worse comes to worst, with your glowing recommendation I'll get a job someplace else." I stared at Alisha for the longest time without blinking. She stared right back. I slowly walked up to her, grabbed her, and kissed her as passionately as she had kissed me on Friday while fondling her ass with one hand, and a boob with the other. When we broke our embrace I said "Get the waivers from your lawyer friend and arrange for us to travel together Tuesday. Reserve two hotel rooms on different floors but you won't be using yours." Alisha got a big smile on her face, turned and walked out the door slapping her ass just before she exited my office. The rest of the day no one could've sensed that anything had changed in our relationship. On Tuesday Alisha and I were very professional in the limo to the airport, on the plane to our destination, and in the cab from the airport to the hotel. After we got our separate keys at the hotel desk Alisha slipped the bellman a five dollar bill and asked him to deliver the suitcases to her room and we would get them split up later. Then she grabbed me by the hand and walked me to the elevator. On the ride up in the elevator the look that she gave me had to be the most sultry look in the history of mankind. I really don't know how she did it, but within two minutes of when we got into my room she had all of her clothes off despite the fact that she had been kissing or rubbing her hands over me the entire time. As I played with her surprisingly large - considering the conservative clothes that she always wore to work - boobs, she pulled down my pants and boxers over my steel hard cock. When I started to finger her she said "no foreplay this time; I've been looking forward to this for two years and I can't wait any longer." With that she jumped into my arms, and I slightly stumbled so that my back was against the wall. As I supported her by her ass cheeks, she manipulated my cock so that it was at the entrance to her soaking wet pussy, and then flexed her crotch so that I was immediately buried to the hilt. She smashed her hips against me as she moved her pelvis better than any hula dancer that I've ever seen. I thought that Nancy was passionate; Alisha was in a different class. I came like a B-52, and she came just as hard, right along with me! 2nd Best Decision Becomes 1st Best We somehow made it to the bed without stumbling and falling flat on our faces. Between planting quick kisses on my lips she said "That was really fun; even more fun than I thought that it would be, and that's really saying something." After we thoroughly inspected each other's naked bodies for erogenous zones, and I ate her sweet pussy to orgasm twice, we fucked again doggy style. We went out to Alisha's room, I got my suitcase and brought it down to my room, and she changed clothes for dinner. When we met in the lobby I was bowled over. "Who is this sexy demon who has taken over my conservative secretary's body?" I chuckled. "You like?" "The understatement of the year," I chortled. "Remember Blake, no PDA." "Got it," I smiled. Then we walked into the hotel dining room without touching each other, and as we ate our dinner tried our best not to look like we had just been fucking. We went for a walk in the local park after dinner, and once it was dark we did have body contact. When we returned to the hotel we went to our own rooms and called our families. About a half an hour after I finished talking to Nancy and the kids, Alisha rapped on my door. Alisha and I gently and slowly removed each other's clothes. Then we got into bed, but didn't fuck. We actually made love. Alisha fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, both of us truly content. After a quick, very delicious, shower fuck the next morning, Alisha went back to her room, changed into her typical conservative work garb, we left our suitcases with the concierge, and we went to the first of our two meetings. There would be no physical contact between us during the rest of the trip. Before the first meeting I told Alisha that if she had any comments to go ahead and make them, and not be shy. There was no reason to pass notes to me, or anything of the like. "You're intelligent enough to know what and what not to say. Don't hide your light under a bushel." She broke into a big smile when I told her that. Both meetings that day went very well. Alisha was charming and intelligent, and while she was in a background role, a number of her comments were very insightful. Both the potential business partner and the supplier that we met with were very impressed by our presentations, including Alisha. In the plane on the way back I verbalized something that I'd been thinking about for the past six months. "You know, Alisha, that if you went through executive training, you would make an excellent assistant marketing director, and ultimately marketing director; in fact in a couple of years you undoubtedly could do my job just as well as I do." "Are you serious?" she asked. "Very serious. Of course I would have to have an adequate replacement secretary before I would recommend you for executive training." "Are you sure you're not just telling me this is a good way of getting out of having sex with me in the future?" she whispered. "What about the last 24 hours could possibly lead you to believe that I didn't want to continue having sex with you?" I whispered back. She got the biggest grin that I had ever seen in my life. "Can we talk about it tomorrow? You don't have anything scheduled from 3 to 5 PM." "Keep three to five PM tomorrow open and will talk both about executive training and our future intimate relationship." ___________________ The next day Alisha and I had the most bizarre meeting that I have ever had with anyone in my life. We planned in excruciating detail who she could get to replace me as my secretary, when she would start executive training with the company, how we would go about meeting to continue to enjoy the phenomenal sex that we had on our business trip, and what Alisha needed to put her in the best position to succeed in both the business world and our personal relationship. Things moved quickly after that. I bought Alisha's aunt a used car so that she could get a job as a teacher's aide at the school that Alisha's kids attended, and could transport them whenever necessary. Alisha had a friend who worked in another part of our company that was unhappy with her job, but really coveted the position that Alisha had. She was a woman in her 50s and although set in her ways she was very competent. I had no illusions that she would be nearly as good as Alisha was at her job, but I was comfortable enough that I hired her. After a two-week transition where Alisha worked with my new secretary to show her the ropes, Alisha started executive training. Even before she started executive training, Alisha and I would drive separately to her house four or five days a week around lunch time, and one day we would rut like animals, and the next day we would make love. Once she started executive training, her classes didn't start until ten in the morning, and her kids and aunt were out of the house by eight, so we had a good hour and a half every single week day to make sure that our sexual needs were taken care of. Alisha was a compassionate, vigorous, enthralling, and most of all zealous, lover. We were also able to travel overnight a couple of more times. It was after an exceptionally delicious marathon love-making session as Alisha laid her head down on my shoulder to fall asleep that I consciously thought "Hiring Alisha was my best decision ever, better than marrying Nancy." _______________ For better or for worse, Alisha put me in such a good frame of mind that the fact that Nancy still didn't show any indication of complying with the three requirements that I had laid out in order to reestablish a true, sexual, married relationship, bothered me less and less. This was very (understatement of the year) mystifying to Nancy. There were indications that Nancy probably had stopped having her affair, and she certainly was trying in many different ways to get me back into the sack with her, although because of her inherent stubbornness and need to "win" every argument she would not comply with the things that I told her were necessary. One night, after we came home from the party where she'd been drinking more than usual, and the kids were staying overnight at her parents' house, she made her best efforts to seduce me. When I stepped into the shower, she joined me. I didn't throw her out, make any nasty comments, or anything of the kind; in fact I actually washed her off (including her female parts) and gave her a couple of kisses on her cheek and the back of her neck. However I avoided her attempt to kiss me on the lips and moved her hand away from my stiff cock when she touched it. When I turned off the water and left the shower stall to dry off without sticking my cock up her pussy she moaned "Blake, I really need you." "Then do the three things that I told you were necessary, Nancy; that, or divorce, are still the only two options," I replied. "You must be getting pussy elsewhere, otherwise there's no way that you could turn me down," she moaned. "All I need to do to turn you down, Nancy, is to imagine you cheating with your lover. No matter what instinctive response my dick has, believe it or not my mind is in control and my mind continues to be hurt and disgusted by your extracurricular affair." With that I finished drying off, threw the towel in the clothes hamper, went to the guest room, and locked the door. Meanwhile, things with Alisha could not have been better. There is one day in particular that will always stand out in my memory. It was a Friday, and since it was the day that Alisha would be graduating from executive training, in a ceremony that started about noon, we had a few extra hours at her house. After an extremely vigorous rut we played with each other's naked bodies and engaged in a wide range of pillow talk. Alisha had been told that she would receive an award at the ceremony. I went into my briefcase, and pulled out two presents for her. The first was a very stylish blue and gray sleeveless dress, with a lieutenant's jacket cover up, that I hoped that she would wear to the ceremony. She thought it was beautiful and agreed to. The second was a sapphire necklace that complemented the dress perfectly. She started crying. As she sobbed into my shoulder she started fondling my balls. Soon I was buried inside her, and we were rolling back and forth on her bed. She kept on mumbling that she loved me while she continued to cry, and for some reason that combination drove me nuts. When on my knees with her heels on my shoulders I think that I ejaculated the largest volume of jism that I ever had in my life, and deeper than I ever had before. It took a while for Alisha to regain her composure after our overwhelming sex session, which she did. By the time that we left - in our separate cars - to go to the ceremony, she was extremely well put together and beautiful. At the ceremony, as a result of the unanimous vote of her classmates and instructors, she got the award for the most outstanding student in the executive training class. I was very proud. ________________ It was more than six months after my ultimatum to Nancy, and just about three weeks after Alisha had completed executive training, that Nancy finally started to give in. I had indications during the previous two months that that was a possibility because she seemed to be sad all the time, and my cheery disposition rankled her. One Wednesday after dinner she said "Blake, this Saturday can we get a sitter and go someplace private to talk about getting back together as a real married couple?. I have every intention of complying with the three conditions that you laid out and never varied from even though I don't like them, but I need some guidance." "Absolutely; I'll make the arrangements," I replied with a smile on my face. When Alisha and I met the next morning, I told her straight out about my conversation with Nancy. Of course by then I had real feelings for Alisha. You can't have a very satisfying - actually spectacular - sexual relationship with someone that you respect and not develop real feelings. However if Nancy truly was serious I especially owed it to our kids to get our marriage back on track. Alisha cried a little; I wiped away her tears. "I knew that this day was coming, Blake, and it will be very hard on me. But I knew the situation when I got into it, and I so cherish the last few months with you that I can ride the high from them the rest of my life. But let's not waste what time we have left before your situation is entirely resolved." That Saturday Nancy and I went to a strange venue given the type of talk that we were going to have - a minor-league baseball game. There was one section of the stands with almost no spectators, so we went and sat there. In actuality it probably was about the most private place that there was, and the surrounding environment reduced rather than enhanced the stress level. If things went badly it was likely that no one would know whereas if we were in a posh restaurant there could be a scene. "First of all, Blake, I want you to know that I never stopped loving you. However after my second pregnancy with Joyce - you remember how horny I was during it," she said with a wistful smile I nodded my head in agreement. "I occasionally got flashes where I either couldn't control myself, or almost couldn't control myself, and would spontaneously orgasm, or have to instantly relieve myself with my fingers. It was during one of these times, in my office, when one of my married colleagues, William, found me. I have a very foggy memory of the surrounding circumstances relating to what happened, but the bottom line was that we had an extremely vigorous animal rut. After that, whenever I was in one of my 'flashes' and he was around, we copulated." Nancy looked down at her hands quietly sobbed for a few minutes. She regained her composure and continued. "It almost was like I wasn't cheating on you; it was like a different world. Until you laid on me your knowledge of the situation - which I still don't understand how you got - I didn't even think about adverse consequences. Then when you so harshly - for which I'm not blaming you - laid down the law to me, my well-known personality flaw for always having to win an argument, and being so headstrong, caused me to intensify my relationship with William rather than immediately end it. It was only after two months of contemplation that I realized that I would lose you unless I started acting rationally. I went to a shrink, I worked hard on my problem, and I think that now I have resolved it." With that she pulled out a document from an envelope that she had been holding. "This is a affidavit from William swearing to the fact that our relationship ended almost 4 months ago." In fact, the document that she handed me was a notarized affidavit executed by a guy by the name of William Montrose. There was a photograph attached to the notarized affidavit; it was the guy that I saw Nancy in the tight embrace with that fateful Monday. "How did you get him to sign it?" I asked. "I told him that unless he did I would tell his wife about our affair. He really didn't want that, and after I assured him that if there were any adverse legal consequences after you reviewed the affidavit that I would hold him harmless financially," Nancy replied. "I assume that he was the only person, Nancy?" "Yes, I assure you," she responded with tears in her eyes. "That takes care of item number one. How about the clean bill of health from an STD testing lab, and how I can regain trust in you?" I gently inquired. With that she handed me a second document from the envelope. It was a complete STD battery of tests; actually two different ones. The first was dated the day after the date that William Montrose signed his affidavit with results provided a week after that, and the second was dated 10 days ago, with the results provided yesterday. She got a completely clean bill of health both times. "That takes care of item number two," I smiled. "Item number three - how to regain your trust - is more complicated," Nancy admitted. "Tell me if this is enough?" she asked as she handed me a two-page document. The first page was a release that she had signed for her psychiatrist to provide me with any information that I requested. The second was a notarized affidavit from the psychiatrist stating that she did not think that Nancy would stray again, and that in her opinion the issues she had dealt with that precipitated and continued the affair were no longer a problem. "Is that enough?" She expectantly asked. I'd been thinking long and hard about this third item over the last six months, and particularly over the last few days when it seemed that Nancy was finally willing to capitulate. "That's a very good start Nancy. It might've been enough if you would have given it to me a couple of weeks after I confronted you. However since it has taken six months for you to get to this stage, after careful contemplation, I have come to the conclusion that I require something more. I want you to sign a postnuptial agreement saying that if you have another affair while we're married that I will get sole custody of our daughters, although you will have liberal visitation rights, and that I will get the house and 60% of our marital assets." Of course I didn't tell her, and I had no way of knowing whether she knew it or not, that regardless of what we said about custody in a postnuptial agreement that a Family Court could overrule it in the best interests of the children. However this would certainly give me a leg up in any proceedings before a Family Court judge if they became necessary. Nancy promised to go to an attorney the next week and get the necessary documents prepared and signed. After that we kissed and held hands. As soon as the game was over we went and played miniature golf, went to a casual dining restaurant for dinner, and then went home and watched a DVD. Nancy was very disappointed that despite the fact that she stripped in front of me, and I obviously got an instant Boner, I declined sex with her. "Once everything is complete," I said with a sly smile, "you'll get more of me than you bargained for." We had a great family day on Sunday. ________________ A real complication arose Monday. I was already truly dreading telling Alisha that at most we had two more days together when I found her in tears as she answered the door that morning. "What's the matter, baby?" I asked as I took her into my arms. She said something, but it was so garbled that I really didn't get the jest of it; something about it not being her fault, that she would do what I wanted, and related gobbledygook. After sitting with her for a good fifteen minutes, holding her hands and drying her tears, I was finally able to understand her story. Interrupted by occasional gasps, sighs, and tears, it went something like this: "My OB/GYN's office made a mistake in noting the date for my next birth control shot. I didn't notice it myself. When I went in Saturday the doctor noticed it before giving me my shot. She asked if I had been sexually active in the last two months." At this point despite her gloomy demeanor Alisha chuckled - "I didn't tell her that I had had fantastic monkey sex at least sixty times in that time period." Then Alisha went on somberly telling her story. "I told her a simple 'Yes.' She got this weird look on her face, gave me a sophisticated pregnancy test and after viewing the results told me that I was three weeks pregnant." That instantly registered with me - it was the date of her executive training graduation when I ejaculated the largest load in my life into her the deepest that I ever had. I gulped - twice. Alisha looked me straight in the eye. "If you want me to abort, Blake, I will," she choked out. I thought for a few minutes before speaking. I was sure that this was not something that she had planned. I was equally sure that the thought of having a baby with Alisha was a bad idea in some ways, but in other ways was either not so bad or really good. I gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. "It's your body, and your choice, Alisha. However, I'd prefer that you have the baby. It would have to be our secret, and I would not be listed on the birth certificate, but I would contribute to his or her upbringing both financially and with my time. I'd find a way to make it work without Nancy finding out." Alisha fell into my arms, sobbing "Thank you, thank you, thank you," it seemed like a hundred times. I stroked her head. When she regained her composure I gave her the bad news - for her, not for me - about Nancy finally coming around. "Tomorrow may be our last day together, darling," I told her. Alisha sat up straight, gave me a big smile despite the tears staining her cheeks, and said "Then I'm going to take the day off tomorrow - assuming that my boss," namely me, "lets me, and fuck your brains out." Tuesday, Alisha was a sex fiend, fucking me in every position imaginable and with the coup de grace me ejaculating into her doggy style while a small vibrator was running in her ass. I begged off at noon in case Nancy had the signed post-nuptial agreement that night since she would be requiring some action, and I needed several hours to recover. Tuesday night Nancy did hand me the post-nuptial agreement with a sheepish smile on her face. I moved back into the master bedroom. We made gentle love that night, and feverishly rutted the next morning. I was surprised at how easily Nancy and I fell back into our previous life - the wonderful life before that fateful Monday. One reason was because she definitely became less headstrong, and no longer felt like she had to win every argument - in general she became more mellow. That, combined with my exceptional sexual relationship with Alisha while Nancy and me were at odds, allowed me to truly move past her indiscretions. 2nd Best Decision Becomes 1st Best ________________ Things worked out for everyone involved. Alisha delivered a healthy, happy, baby boy - my only son. Believe it or not, after some hinting by me, at Nancy's suggestion, despite the fact that I don't believe that she knew that I was the father, I attended natural childbirth classes with Alisha and was in the delivery room. In three years Nancy got tenure at the University. Alisha was, by far, the best assistant marketing director, and then marketing director, I ever had. When the company we worked for was sold and I got a mega-windfall with my stock options, I retired with no monetary worries at the grand old age of thirty five and recommended Alisha for my job as vice president of marketing. The transition team was smart enough to accept my recommendation. As I write this, I am a stay-at-home Dad. Alisha and her three kids live a block away, and I look after her kids and mine when they are not in school while I do what I always have wanted to - write the great American novel! All the adults are very happy, and all the kids are well adjusted. Did I ever have sex with Alisha again, you might ask? You can ask, but I won't answer!