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It Cuts Both Ways

By: LesLumens



Jackie sighed and cast her blue eyes upward toward the ceiling. "Mom, I told you that Chris and I decided we're not going to have kids, and no matter how many times you ask, that's not changing."

She rolled her eyes as her mother all but ignored the statement. "Okay, if I ever change my mind, you'll be the first to know. I need to get going to work. Bye, Mom."

It's not as if we could have kids anyhow, considering we never have sex any more, Jackie thought as she hung up the phone.

"You look beautiful."

Jackie turned to see her husband admiring her lithe body. Her tight bottom was thrust outward toward him as she bent to put the phone on the charger, and her lustrous brown hair hung in a curtain in front of her face. "Thanks. Mom just won't leave it alone. Will you be home tonight?"

Chris nodded and walked over to kiss his wife's full lips. He felt her shiver, and her hands reached behind him to caress his buttocks. When their lips parted, her eyes met his, and she stared into the blue orbs, flecked with gold, smiling.

"Maybe we can take some time to ourselves," Jackie hinted sultrily, tracing her fingers down his chest along the buttons of his suit, while her other hand toyed with his short brown hair, just slightly darker than her own.

"Maybe," Chris replied, "I should get going, the traffic sounds bad this morning. I love you."

"I love you," Jackie responded, watching him walk out the door and snatch up the Wall Street Journal on his way. When the door closed, she sighed and her shoulders slumped. His maybe had sounded very non-committal. Shaking her head in irritation, she opened her briefcase and started to toss manila folders inside.

[------***------]

Chris came to the exit. He had an appointment; it was all a matter of whether he could summon up the courage to go to it now. He was in the right lane, all he had to do was hit his turn signal, and pull off onto the exit.

At the last second, the memory of Jackie's teasing broke through his nervous ponderings, and he jerked the wheel to get on the off-ramp. He'd been avoiding this for six months now, ever since the problem started. The thought of talking to someone else about not being able to get an erection, even a doctor, was daunting.

The place he was going promised private waiting rooms, prescriptions filled on site, and parked the cars for the patients so that nobody could walk through the parking lot seeing who was inside. The entrance and exit were even on opposite sides of the building, so the only time you might encounter someone else was when you actually entered the clinic. They made every effort to maintain the confidentiality of their patients, but Chris still found it difficult to make the turn toward the place. The entire trip down the drive, he spent wondering who might be in the cars on the street watching him head toward the clinic.

It didn't matter now, he was on the drive and the damage was done. He got out, thankful that he didn't recognize the man who gave him a valet ticket and pulled the car around to the parking lot. He hurried inside, fighting embarrassment when he saw that a woman -- a beautiful woman -- sat behind the registration desk.

Thankfully, she rarely looked in his direction, instead staring at the monitor as she entered information. A sense of relief washed over Chris as she directed him to waiting room number fifteen. Once inside the waiting room, he relaxed into the comfortable chair and turned on the television, hoping to settle his nerves so he wouldn't just run right back out the door without ever seeing the doctor.

[------***------]

"When did he start?" Jackie asked, after the man from the mailroom walked out. Her eyes had been locked on his perfect butt the whole time he was walking out.

Julie leaned down and whispered, "Last week. You've been out of the office the last several times he's dropped off your mail. You couldn't keep your eyes off him. You still aren't getting any at home are you?"

"No," Jackie replied with irritation, going to shut her office door. "I don't know what's wrong with him. It's been six months. Every time we start to do anything, he ends up making some excuse."

Smoothing her long, blonde hair back off her shoulders, Julie said, "Honey, you need to get a good vibrator. They're more reliable, and they don't come with baggage." She hefted her heavy breasts, further emphasizing the considerable cleavage she was already showing. "They don't talk to your boobs, and they never cheat on you. I still think he's cheating on you."

"He's not cheating on me," Jackie sighed, flipping open a file and glancing over it as she sat down.

Leaning over the desk, with obvious excitement in her voice, Julie said in conspiratorial tones, "That didn't sound too convincing. Are you starting to come around? I know a guy who could follow him -- catch him in the act."

"He's not cheating," Jackie said again, putting more emphasis on it this time.

Julie offered a sarcastic smile and rolled her eyes, "Okay, if you say so." She then snatched up a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down. When she was finished, she handed it to her co-worker.

Staring at the paper, which listed an address and the words Pearl Swan, Jackie asked, "What's this supposed to be?"

"That's where I got my vibe, and the name of the one I have. It about knocks me unconscious. If you're not going to see if he's cheating, you may as well at least take care of that pent up need, because you're getting bitchy."

Jackie groaned and asked, "So, what's your excuse?"

Julie turned and walked toward the door, looking back over her shoulder and saying, "I am a bitch."

Sighing, Jackie pulled out her keyboard and went back to work.

[------***------]

Chris breathed a sigh of relief when he got back on the main road. As far as he could tell, nobody who knew him had seen him going to the clinic.

Unfortunately, he would have to come back.

The doctor had run several tests, and said he wanted to get all the results back before deciding what treatment might be appropriate. So now, he had three more days to make excuses and dread the return visit.

He couldn't believe that the doctor had dragged out his big secrets. The doc thought the first was the most telling. The problem had started shortly after Jackie had been promoted -- and started making more money than him. The second issue was part of it, in the doctor's opinion, too. Even though he agreed with Jackie that they shouldn't have kids, to a point, he knew that he wanted them. Right now, he knew that they'd never be happy, downgrading their lifestyle for the cost and time consumption of having children. He just hoped that once he moved up in the firm, that Jackie might come around and be willing to give it a chance.

He knew his wife was hoping for something more, but Chris decided to arrange for a romantic evening, in hopes of distracting her for tonight. If he could just stall for a few more days, with a little luck the doctor would have him fixed up. Of course, he could just explain the situation to Jackie, but the thought of doing that turned his blood to ice. She was forever laughing at the commercials for ED drugs, commenting that no real man needed them.

A woman in a convertible pulled up next to him, her blonde locks waving like a flag, with nothing more than a skimpy bikini top covering huge breasts. She looked over at him and slowed down to stay even with his pace. Offering a quick coquettish smile, she sped up, passing him.

Chris sighed. He'd spent years begging his cock to stay in neutral whenever something like this happened, not wanting Jackie to see him excited over another woman. Now, he'd give anything to feel blood rushing down there.

The woman in front of him kept looking in her rearview mirror, and when she approached an exit, she turned on her blinker far ahead of it, slowing down and even looking back over her shoulder at Chris to gesture toward the exit.

He caught her look of disappointment, and the middle finger she raised to him, when he passed the exit she took.

[------***------]

Jackie looked up at the clock, and seeing the time, shut down her computer. She had been distracted all day, her mind filled with sex and her pussy aching. Quickly tossing paperwork into her briefcase, she got ready to head home, praying that she wouldn't be disappointed again. She needed Chris' cock inside her, badly. Fingering herself in the shower wasn't doing anything to dull the need anymore, and it was about to drive her mad.

It's your fault for spoiling me, dammit, she thought as she closed her briefcase. Every morning, and every night for a year and a half of marriage, leaving me lightheaded and limp as a rag on the bed -- then nothing. God, please not again tonight...

She hurried to beat the crowds to the elevator, and maybe catch a lull in the traffic. Her promotion six months ago was good for something anyhow, she could leave whenever she wanted, and that had its advantages. It certainly hadn't gotten her the marathon sex she'd been hoping for that weekend, though.

She rode the elevator downstairs alone, and found the traffic was still moderate. She edged the car up to eighty-five and made record time home, her sex tingling in anticipation and her nipples hard as pebbles.

[------***------]

"Yes!" Jackie exclaimed when she didn't see Chris' car in the garage as she pulled in. She'd managed to beat him home. Leaving her briefcase in the car, she hurried in the house to get ready.

She tossed her sport jacket over a chair just inside the door, artfully arranging it before moving on. Next, she kicked off her heels, leaving them in the middle of the floor. Popping open a few buttons of her blouse, revealing the lacy bra beneath, completed the look. Sliding down her panties from beneath her skirt and tossing them over the back of the couch finished baiting the trap.

She knew he loved this look, and knew what thinking about her pantiless did to him. If anything would get her some cock tonight, this was it.

Just in time, Jackie thought as she heard his car pulling into the garage. Sitting down, she posed seductively on the couch, picking up a book to feign reading when he walked in the door.

Chris winced as he walked in, immediately seeing Jackie's seduction signals. The sight of her lying on the couch, the swell of her firm breasts covered in lacy white, easily visible, sent a tingle through his body.

Unfortunately, that tingle stopped when it reached the spot he really wished would wake up to the sexy sight.

"You're home early, baby. I made us reservations at the Garden, I thought we'd have a nice romantic dinner, it's been too long since we did that."

Jackie's mouth opened in disbelief and she let her book fall to the couch. "Chris, what's wrong with you? Are you blind? There's something else we haven't done in a long time, and that's what I need, damn it." She stood up and walked toward him, tearing open the remaining buttons of her blouse as she approached. "Chris, I need to be touched, I need to come. I need you, not dinner."

"Baby, I..." He began.

She growled in frustration and spun on her heels, "NO! None of your damn excuses. Forget it. Just forget it. I don't care any more."

Chris stood alone in the room as she walked down the hall toward the bedroom, his hand extended as if he could stop her by will alone. When she slammed the bedroom door, his hand fell to his side and he sighed. Putting down the briefcase, he summoned up his courage. He had to tell her what was wrong, no matter how hard it was going to be.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened and Jackie walked out, dressed in work clothes again. 

"Honey, I need to explain."

"Go to hell, Chris. I'm sick of your excuses. Julie must be right, you must be fucking someone on the side, and don't have anything left for me."

"Jackie, I would never do that. That's not what's..."

Picking up a vase, she hurled it at him. He moved just in time to avoid it hitting him square in the forehead. The vase shattered against the wall beyond, and Jackie was moving toward the garage door even before it hit.

"Wait..." Chris began.

"I've been waiting, FOR SIX MONTHS!" Jackie screamed before storming out the door and slamming it behind her.

Chris heard the car start, the engine revving high, and then heard the sound of her tires squealing as she left. He sat down heavily on the couch, putting his head in his hands and muttering, "Stupid," repeatedly, knowing he should have told her long ago, rather than making excuses.

[------***------]

"Rather late for you, isn't it Mrs. Boyd?" The man at the security desk remarked as Jackie walked in the building.

"I was distracted all day and couldn't get anything done. I thought maybe I could concentrate when the building is mostly empty."

"Well, good luck with that, then. Just give a call down if you order something to eat and I'll bring it up when it arrives."

"Thanks Joe," Jackie said before walking to the elevator muttering, "Dinner is the last God-damned thing I want to think about right now, that son-of-a-bitch."

When she arrived at her office, Jackie flicked on the light and sat down to try to catch up on the work she had neglected all day. Unfortunately, her sexual frustrations were still eating away at her, and on top of it, she was pissed off now. After only a half hour of trying, she threw up her hands, and surrendered.

Opening her purse, pulling out her cell, she checked for messages and missed calls. When she found neither, she sighed and sat back heavily in her chair. You haven't even tried to call? I do everything but tape a bow to my butt, and you don't even notice? You make me feel like I don't even exist, Chris.

The angle put her in the perfect position to see her open briefcase, sitting on a chair next to the desk. She looked at the plain paper sack inside, amazed that she had even picked it up on the way to the office. Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned forward and picked up the sack, pulling the box inside out slightly.

The Crystal Swan delivers intense sexual sensations that have to be felt to be believed, read the legend on the box.

Jackie bit her lower lip as she stared at the box, her sex screaming at her in need. Abruptly, she sat the bag down and stood, going over and locking her office door. Returning to her desk, this time she pulled out the box completely, and shook out the package of batteries as well.

"I can't believe I'm even considering this," she muttered, staring at the box. A moment later, she was opening it, and inserting the batteries.

Pushing one of the slide switches, Jackie made an amused sound when the toy came to life in her hand. It was on a low setting, but it was still humming strongly in her hand, the little swan that was designed to stimulate the clitoris blurring from the vibrations. Moving the second slider switch, she watched the pearl like beads near the base of the shaft start to shift and move around the toy.

Jackie was getting wetter by the moment. When she moved the final slider to start the head of the toy cock rotating, she made up her mind. Moving to the couch, she lay down and pulled off her panties, hiking up her skirt away from her aching sex. She turned off the switches, leaving the toy just vibrating, and brought it slowly to her nether lips.

A long, quavering sigh erupted from her when the soft tip of the cock touched her wet lips. She rubbed the humming helmet over her sex for a few moments, her wetness coating it on the very first stroke.

With a quiet moan, she slipped the head of the toy past her lips, and into her needy depths. Her back arched as she was penetrated for the first time in months.

[------***------]

"Hey, Roger, wanna check out the camera in Mrs. Boyd's room? Maybe she's got her blouse unbuttoned or something. I'd love to see those tits of hers. She makes me want to bend her right over this desk and pound her pussy when she comes in with those nipples sticking out like she does."

"You're dreaming, man," Roger replied, "They're going to find out one of these days that you've hacked your way in to turn on the office cams when the door codes should be blocking it."

"The backdoor bypasses the logs too, who's gonna know," Joe countered with an exaggerated shrug.

Roger laughed, "Fine, go for it. You'll see her typing away on her computer, big deal."

"Beats watching the news," Joe said and started hitting the keys on his keyboard. A moment later, he said, "Holy fuck. Roger, you aren't going to believe this shit."

Roger indeed couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Jackie lying on her couch, thrusting the vibrator in and out of her pussy. After a moment, his brain kicked in and he said, "Record it man, what are you doing?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Joe responded, tearing his eyes away from the scene just long enough to press the right keys on the keyboard.

[------***------]

Jackie fought hard to contain her sounds of pleasure as she stroked the humming toy into her depths. Every time the swan flittered over her clit, it threatened to draw a gasping scream of ecstasy from her. When she pulled upward on the other two switches, Jackie couldn't contain the high-pitched moan that erupted from her. The pearls massaging her labia and the soft tip rotating against her walls were almost too much to endure.

Faster and faster her hand pumped, her pleasure mounting by the moment. Her whole body felt as though it was on fire, her skin flushed bright red, and her head was a fog of bliss. When her orgasm hit, Jackie jammed the toy into her with both hands, her ass coming up off the couch and a warbling cry of release bubbling past her attempts to stifle it.

A few moments later, her bottom hit the couch again, and her muscles contracted, popping her upper body up off the couch instead. With a gasp, she jerked the toy from inside her, clasping her palm tight over her spasming sex and curling up into a ball. The vibrator continued to hum and throb, its pussy-slick surface writhing against her leg as she trembled through the powerful aftershocks of her climax.

When she was able to breathe properly again, Jackie uncurled and swung her legs off the couch, sitting upright and softly caressing her soaked folds. When she looked over at the toy, she saw it was coated in a sheath of her creamy wetness, and there was a puddle of her juices steadily running down into the crack of the couch beneath it.

Shit, I should have thought this through a little bit. Fuck it, it was worth it, she thought and let out a little moan as a final wave of bliss rippled through her body. She turned off the toy; slipping it into her mouth and sucking it clean with another moan. When her legs would support her again, she rose and straightened her clothes, foregoing her panties for the time being. A peek up and down the hall revealed nobody in sight, so she hurried to the restroom to pee and get some paper towels.

[------***------]

"Goddamn, what a show," Joe laughed. "Look at that, you can see her pussy juice all over the couch. Man, I wish I could zoom this thing."

"You'd better get that recording off the network drive," Roger suggested.

"Yeah, hand me my laptop, will ya?"

A minute or two later, Joe sat back and put his hands behind his head, triumphantly announcing, "Done. Man, that ate up my hard drive. I'll burn it on a DVD when I get home. You want a copy?"

"If my wife found that, she'd go Bobbit on me."

"I'll upload it. You've got all the trace eraser stuff on your laptop, don't ya?"

"That'll work," Roger laughed, "This is a hell of a lot better than all the choreographed porn you have on there now."

Joe sighed and said, "I always knew there was a reason I worked graveyard shift. Hope that hot little bitch works late often."


It Cuts Both Ways



[------***------]

Chris startled awake when Jackie walked in the door. A quick glance at the clock let him know it was about two in the morning. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and said, "Jackie, I need to..."

She walked right past him and slammed the bedroom door, locking it behind her.

Knocking on the door softly, he said, "Jackie, let me explain. I'm not cheating on you. I've got a..."

"Fuck off, Chris. I don't want to hear it, I just want to get some sleep," he heard from the other side of the door.

"But, baby,"

"I said FUCK OFF!"

Leaning up against the door for a moment, he muttered, "I'm such a damned idiot." After a few moments, he raised his hand to knock again, but then shook his head and walked away from the bedroom door. Silently cursing himself, he headed for the spare bedroom, and set the alarm on his cell phone.

[------***------]

The next morning, Chris found a pile of his clothes, and everything he needed to get ready for work in front of the bedroom door. That was a clear enough signal. He picked up his clothes and headed for the spare bathroom with a sigh.

Jackie waited until she heard him leave, and then walked out of the bedroom to make sure he was actually gone. When she saw his car absent from the garage, she went back into the bedroom, and into the master bath to grab a towel. Once she spread it out on the bed, she reached for her new best friend and slipped the toy inside her.

Several orgasms later, she cleaned the vibe with alcohol and headed for the shower. As she packed up her briefcase about an hour later, a crooked grin crossed her face. She tossed the vibrator and a small hand towel in the case.

Before she left, she wrote a quick note that said, Sleep in the spare bedroom, I'm still pissed off at you. Hanging the note on the bedroom door, she headed for work.

[------***------]

Chris was late home from work, but his wife's car wasn't in the garage when he pulled in. He found the note, and spent several minutes banging his head against the bedroom door. Grabbing the rest of his things from the master bath, and a few changes of clothes, he transferred them to the spare bedroom and bath.

A few lame reality shows, and a meal of takeout Chinese later, it was nine o'clock and Jackie still hadn't come home. Chris considered just waiting up for her, but decided it would probably be better to let her have the night to get over being mad at him. Maybe then, she'd listen when he explained his problem, and that he was seeing a doctor now to get it fixed.

[------***------]

"You want to go get a drink?"

"I'm going to stay late and catch up on some things, maybe tomorrow," Jackie replied.

Julie raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, that's a change. You didn't sound like you were blowing me off, and you've been in a better mood today. Finally get some, did we?"

Jackie frowned, "No." A crooked smile crept across her face then, and she added, "I did take your advice though."

Julie laughed, "Well, keep plenty of batteries on hand. I'm going to go get a drink, and I'm going to hold you to that promise to come out with me."

"Okay, have fun."

Four hours later, Jackie finished catching up on all her work. Actually, she had a jump on the next couple of days, for the first time in a long time. Sitting back with a satisfied smile, she switched off her computer, noticing the clock said twelve after nine. I thought it was closer to seven, she thought with surprise.

Dropping a few files into the cabinets cleared her desk. Her briefcase would be light when she went home tonight. The only thing in it now, other than a few common necessities, was her new vibrator, which was calling to her.

[------***------]

"Code eighty-two Roger," Joe laughed.

"You're kidding, she's at it again?"

"Come look. Oh, hell yeah, she's taking off her blouse this time. Fuck, she's got great tits. I knew they'd look even better bare. That's it; tease those little nipples, Jackie-O."

Roger shook his head, watching Jackie pick up her vibrator in one hand, while the other continued to caress her perky breasts, and tease the dark pink tips. "Her husband is a lucky mother-fucker," he muttered.

Joe snorted, "Maybe not. It's the plastic dick that's getting in that snatch, not his."

"Good point." Roger then noticed someone approaching the front of the building and harshly whispered, "Fuck, incoming."

"Goddamn rotten timing," Joe growled, quickly hiding the video window, but leaving it recording in the background. At least they'd be able to go back and see what they missed.

Roger breathed a sigh of relief. "No problem, it's just Dan, he's cool. I've had a few beers with him, started in the mail room a while back."

"You trust him?"

"Yeah, besides, I owe him one. He got my dick sucked for me by this hot little redhead the other night."

Dan waved when he walked in the door, "Hey Roger. I just forgot my gym bag. It got down to the gym and realized it wasn't in the car, wasted an hour of driving, and missed my workout. It ain't my day."

Roger waved him over, "Maybe I can turn your luck," he said and chuckled.

Joe brought back up the video window and Dan laughed, "I know her — up on three. Jackie, is it?"

Joe nodded and said, "Yep, this is the second time too. Got the first one recorded and uploaded. You want the web address?"

"You have to ask? Damn, she's really going at it." Dan leaned in to get a closer look.

"What I wouldn't give for zoom, and sound. It looks like she's moaning up a storm," Joe lamented.

Dan asked, "You see stuff like this often?"

Roger replied, "Not like this, hell no. We get a peek at some tits every once in a while, but nothing like this."

They continued to watch as Jackie writhed through first one, and then a second orgasm. Joe glanced at his watch, "Fuck, there's no way I have enough space on my laptop hard drive to save this. We're going to have to delete the recording."

Dan stood up and shook his head, "No way. I've got gigs of free space. I'll go grab my bag and take it out to the car, and grab my laptop while I'm out there. Give me access to your FTP and I'll upload it."

Joe gave Dan a thumbs up and stopped the recording, as it was obvious that Jackie was spent. A few minutes later, they were downloading the video file to Dan's laptop, and Joe was writing down the login information for his web server.

Dan glanced over at the laptop when he sat it down in the car seat next to him in the parking lot. With a grin, he started the car, determined that he was going to get more than just a look at that chick's body.

[------***------]

Jackie didn't have much reason to be at work, but she certainly didn't feel like going home and dealing with her husband. He had tried to talk to her again in the morning, and her anger had flared right back up, even though she thought she was getting over it up until then. She sat browsing online auctions, hoping to find something interesting.

"Here's your mail, Ms. Boyd."

Jackie hadn't even noticed him come in the room, and started slightly upon hearing the voice.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, Ma'am," Dan said, laying the mail in her inbox.

"It's okay, and it's Jackie. Ma'am makes me sound old and decrepit."

"You're right; you don't look anything like a Ma'am. Jackie it is then. I'm Dan. I'll get those packages. You have anything else that needs to go out?"

"No, that's it," Jackie responded, her body tingling as he bent over to pick up the packages. Damn, he has a gorgeous butt, and look at those muscles, Jackie mused. As he stood up and turned back toward her, she jerked her left hand down below the desk, hiding her wedding ring.

Something else caught her eye as Dan put the packages on his mail cart, the enormous bulge in the front of his trousers. She wondered for a minute if he was stuffing them, because that had to be one of the biggest bulges she had ever laid eyes on. After another moment of observation, she thought, It sure looks like a cock. Damn...

Dan brought over his clipboard. "Just need you to sign this."

Jackie quickly jerked off her wedding band, letting it fall into her lap. What could it hurt, letting him think she was eligible. It would be nice to have someone flirting with her, wanting her again. Picking up the pen, she signed her name on the appropriate line.

"Your handwriting is beautiful," Dan said, but he was looking at her, and not the clipboard, when he said it.

Jackie fought the flush of warmth trying to rise up in her cheeks, and her legs twitched slightly from the heat pooling between them. "Thank you," she replied with a smile.

He nodded and returned to his cart, pushing it down the hall to the next office. Julie came in almost on his heels, staring with absolutely no shame at his ass as he walked down the hall. She turned into Jackie's office and pointed in the direction he had gone, pursing her lips and shivering, before walking into the office.

"I'd love to have that male in my slot," Julie purred as she walked over and sat down. "Isn't he just delicious? You could use that bulge in his crotch for an end-table."

Jackie chuckled. "I noticed. So, you want to go get that drink tonight?"

"Sure! It's about time you got out and had some fun." Julie's eyes narrowed then and a sly smile spread across her face. "So, where's your wedding ring, hmm?"

Jackie quickly slipped her ring back on, "I just took it off for a minute."

"Yeah, sure you did. So, I'll come by and grab you when I get off. I know a great place, it's full of hot guys, and the music is great."

"Okay, I'll see you then," Jackie responded, trying to hide her embarrassment at being caught with her wedding ring off. She knew that Julie knew exactly why it was off, although her promiscuous co-worker probably made a lot more of it than it really was.

[------***------]

Though he'd been dreading it the whole time, Chris made the turn to the clinic now with absolutely no hesitation. Seeing Jackie come home, drunk and not wearing her wedding ring, the night before was more than enough incentive to get his problem fixed — now.

An hour later, he was on his way back to the office, prescription in hand and the first dose already taken. He prayed to any god who would listen that it would work.

There was little to do today, as the firm had just won a pair of major cases. Thus, Chris sat staring at his computer, half-dozing because he had not been sleeping well. His mind wandered back to seeing Jackie on the couch, her clothes scattered about the room. He could see her perfectly, so beautiful, and so sexy.

He was completely hard before he even realized it was happening. Shifting, his face broke out into a wide smile and he whispered, "Well, hello Mr. Happy, it's good to see you again!" He laughed then and stood up to dance a little jig around his desk.

"Uhm, Chris, you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't ask," he replied to his bewildered friend, John, who was standing in the office doorway.

Sitting back down in his chair, Chris started planning exactly how he was going to get his sex life, and his marriage, back on track.

[------***------]

Jackie was feeling extremely guilty. She'd taken off her wedding ring in the parking lot of the club, and she'd flirted outrageously with every guy she encountered all night. Once she woke up — and sobered up — in the morning, she felt terrible about it.

She had let Julie get to her too much. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she actually believed Chris was cheating on her, and she was subconsciously getting even. Thinking back now, she remembered her husband trying to explain what his problem was, and that she had blown him off every time.

God, I've been such a bitch, and he just keeps putting up with it. How did I ever get so lucky?

Gathering up her things, she decided to go surprise him for lunch, and try to make it up to him.

[------***------]

"Cynthia, you can take the rest of the day off. There's nothing to do, and I'm going to head home," Chris said to his assistant as he pulled on his jacket.

"Thank you, Mr. Boyd. If you don't mind me saying so, I think you need to relax a little, you're looking a bit bleary-eyed."

Cynthia was showing more cleavage, and more leg, than usual today. Chris' lip twitched slightly toward a smile, as his cock twitched from the sight. "I plan to," he told her.

She picked up her purse and walked out with him, pausing to admire his BMW when he reached the car. "God, that car is beautiful! I'd give anything to have one. I'd give almost anything just to take a ride in one."

Cynthia was stroking her hand across the hood of the car in a very sensual manner. She had her hips cocked off to the side, and her shoulders pulled back, pushing her large breasts out on display. The implication of what she was doing, and what she had said, was obvious. She had flirted with him a few times before, but this was the first time she had made an overt pass at him.

"Uhm, well, maybe we'll share a ride down to the courthouse some time."

"I'd love that," Cynthia said in a sultry, breathless tone.

"Okay, got to go. I'll see you the day after tomorrow," Chris said, getting out of the situation and into his car as quickly as possible. He tried to ignore the sexy tease of Cynthia's ass swaying as she walked toward her own car. He started up the Beamer and pulled out of the parking lot, turning right instead of left as he usually did. He knew a shop that sold flavored massage oil, and he thought that would be a nice touch for this evening.

[------***------]

Jackie sat in her car, staring in disbelief, as the blonde tart turned and followed her husband down the road. She knew what was down that way: Sex shops, porn theatres, and sleazy motels.

Her knuckles turning white on the steering wheel, Jackie clenched her teeth and thought, Julie was right! I almost ignored it and went crawling back to that son-of-a-bitch asking for forgiveness! Well, fuck him!

Slamming her Jaguar into gear, she sped away back to the office, tossing her wedding ring into the floorboard, and cursing under her breath all the way.

Anyone she didn't ignore at the office, she was snapping at. Everyone quickly decided that today was a day just to leave her alone. Jackie was so irritated, that she barely even remembered anyone who walked in. The scene played out in her head a hundred times, getting more graphic by the moment.

Julie came in to ask if she wanted to go out for another drink, and quickly retreated when Jackie answered with nothing more than a fiery stare. Pounding away on her keyboard, she wrote a thousand hateful versions of what she wanted to say to her husband, each one more vicious than the last. She kept at it for hours on end, well past normal quitting time, even once the building emptied out for the day.

A knock on the door startled her. She had closed it a couple of hours ago, not wanting any of her co-workers to irritate her by saying goodbye as they left for the day. She stood up and stomped over to the door, jerking it open.

Her eyes widened when she saw Dan standing outside the door, dressed in tight workout clothes. His well-defined muscles stood out beneath the shirt, a perfect six-pack and a powerful chest. The bulge between his legs was even more evident than it was normally in his work pants. Jackie actually felt her mouth watering as she looked at him, and wetness was certainly gathering elsewhere as well.

"Hey, I dropped my wallet somewhere today, and I'm trying to retrace my steps to find it. Mind if I come in and look?"

Jackie tore her eyes away from his body and said, "Oh, sure, come in." He walked in to the office, and Jackie closed the door, leaning up against it to watch the play of his ass beneath the tight cloth. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot from her sex up through her body as he bent down to pick up something from under her desk.

"Found it," he said, turning back to her. "I hope I don't get hung for this, but that outfit looks really good on you. Hell, everything looks good on you."

Jackie smiled, loving every moment of it. Dan was actually paying attention to her, and it sure sounded like he meant what he was saying. After being ignored by Chris, at the worst possible time, having Dan fawning over her was uplifting.

Dan chuckled, and continued, "Sorry, but that's just been eating at me for a while. It had to be said. I've never been able to keep my mouth shut, when it comes to a beautiful woman. I look forward to your stop every day."

The look Dan was giving her, admiration tinged with just a hint of hunger, made Jackie feel warm all over. She stood looking at him in silence, a silly smile on her face. Realizing how ridiculous she must look, Jackie unconsciously lowered her eyes. That served to put her gaze right at the level of Dan's crotch.

She fought the urge for a moment, but then relented and glanced at that fascinating bulge. Her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled. Stop that, Jackie, you're married. It's one thing to flirt a little, this is something else, entirely.

"Are you okay? You look a little tense. I've been told I give a really good neck rub, if you'd like one."

God, that sounds so good. I can't. I shouldn't. It sounds so good, though. What can it hurt, it's just a neck rub?

After a short hesitation, Jackie threw caution to the wind and said, "I'd love a neck rub."

"Come have a seat, then." Dan gestured with a flourish at her office chair.

With a little laugh, Jackie crossed the room and sat down. From the moment his hands touched her, Jackie was in ecstasy. The strength of Dan's hands, and the knowing, sensual caress soon had her moaning contently.

She snapped out of her blissful reveire to the sound of Dan laughing and saying, "You aren't falling asleep on me, are you?"

Jackie echoed his laugh and stretched, moaning, "Not yet." Opening her eyes mid-stretch, she found Dan's eyes locked on her, the touch of hunger she had noticed earlier much stronger now. She realized that she had her back arched, and her perky breasts jutting out provocatively. Their eyes met, and locked, Jackie's heart starting to beat fast.

Finally, Jackie let out the breath that she didn't even realize she was holding, and managed to say, "Thank you, that was wonderful." Feeling just a bit vulnerable sitting down, with him standing over her, Jackie stood up.

"Any time," Dan responded, reaching out a hand to help her stand.

Once again, their gazes intersected, and connected. Jackie felt weak in the knees, and the tingle between her legs was growing nearly unbearable.

Fair's fair. He's fucking that little whore, so I may as well see whether that's real cock or a sock in those pants.

Before she could change her mind, Jackie walked over to the door, locked it, and then returned, her hips swaying sultrily. He smiled, letting his eyes roam over her body as she approached. As soon as she reached him, Jackie reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock.

Oh, it's real all right. Fuck, that thing is fucking huge!

Keeping her hand on the bulge in his pants, she reached up and put her arm around his neck, pulling herself up and kissing him hungrily.

[------***------]

"I'll be damned. Looks like we both owe him fifty bucks," Roger chuckled, taking off his hat and scratching his head.

"It's worth it. I found a guy who paid me five hundred bucks each for copies of the first two, to put up on his clandestine hidden video site. I bet he'll pay a couple grand for this one."

Roger blew out a whistle, "Damn, you can pay my bet then."

"If he gets that pussy, and we get the recording, I'll do it. Damn she's a hot little slut."

[------***------]

Jackie just fell into the moment, her tongue wrangling with his in heated passion. She felt him deftly popping the buttons on her blouse, and moved her hand for a moment, but just long enough to pull down his pants.




It Cuts Both Ways



Wrapping her hand around his naked cock, she gasped when she realized he wasn't even completely hard yet. He continued to swell as he popped the clasp of her bra with the same practiced touch he had used to unbutton her blouse.

Her fingers didn't touch around his girth now, and he throbbed powerfully in her grip. Pulling away from the kiss with a gasp, and releasing him, she quickly tore off her blouse and bra. He leaned down and sucked her right nipple between his lips, drawing a low moan from her. One of her hands went to the back of his head, tousling his sandy-blonde hair, while the other tugged down her skirt. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, releasing her nipple just long enough to pull his shirt over his head.

As soon as they were both completely nude, Jackie thrust her hips forward to grind her sex against his muscled leg. He let out a moaning chuckle around her nipple, pushing her back and cupping her moist heat in his hand, slipping a finger between her labia and into her depths. She moaned and wrapped her hand around his manhood again, rasping her hand over the hot flesh.

Looking down, she was fascinated by how small her hand looked next to his big cock. She had always said that Chris had been made for her, just the perfect size to fill her up without hurting her, but now she was looking forward to being stretched out by the gorgeous prick in her hand.

He pulled his finger from inside her, and brought it to his mouth to suck it clean. Jackie was still watching her hand stroke him, wondering if she could even get it in her mouth.

Only one way to find out, she thought and licked her lips. A moment later, she was sliding her hands down his body while she dropped to her knees.

"I don't have any condoms."

"I'm on the pill," she said quickly, stroking his thighs with her eyes locked on his clean-shaven member. Then she darted forward and her tongue snaked out.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," Dan groaned as she licked up and down his shaft, her saliva coating him. "Wrap those lips around me."

Even the tip was a mouthful as she slipped it between her lips. Sucking it softly while stroking him with her hand, a muffled squeal erupted from her as a drop of pre-cum flooded her mouth with its intense, pungent taste. She opened her mouth wider, sliding down over a couple more inches of his cock.

Grasping her hair, Dan pushed and pulled with the strokes of her mouth, watching his prick stretch her lips wide. "Oh, yeah, suck my cock," he grunted.

Moaning around him, Jackie took him as fast and deep as she could manage. Her jaw started aching within moments from being opened so wide, and she had to release him, licking him up and down again while she caught her breath and tried to work her jaw to loosen the muscles.

She engulfed him in her mouth again, but had to let him go after a few strokes. He was just too big, and she wasn't used to it. She had every intention of mastering it, but a tug on her hair guided her to stand, and she did so with a final swirl of her tongue over his purple helmet.

Pulling her upward, Dan reached around and squeezed her tight ass as soon as she got back on her feet. He then lifted her easily into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the couch, the musky scent of her arousal thick in his lungs, and her moist lips smearing her juices over his abs.

Jackie couldn't believe his strength. He carried her as if she weighed nothing, laying her down on the couch. He raised one knee to the cushions, leaving the other leg on the floor, and then raised one of her knees, moving her other leg to drape over the couch.

Dan edged forward until the tip of his cock was scant centimeters from touching her. "Do you want it?"

"Fuck yes, I want it," Jackie gasped out.

He moaned and used his hand to guide his cockhead up and down her lips, getting it slick with her juices and drawing a long sigh from her. He smiled when both her eyes and her mouth opened wide, as he slipped between her labia.

"God, so big," she moaned, "Easy."

She thought for sure he was going to split her in half at first. Her lips were stretched almost painfully wide, and barely more than the head was inside her. Reaching down, she rubbed the throbbing bud at the apex of her lips, taking the edge off the pain as he pushed forward again, sliding another inch of his cock inside her.

"Oh yeah, that pussy's nice and tight," Dan grunted.

"More," Jackie hissed, and then yelped as he pushed about half of his big cock inside her. She closed her eyes tight, and rubbed her clit faster. Another push and she felt him slip deeper into her saturated depths. Opening her eyes, she was both amazed, and a little apprehensive, to see that at least a couple inches remained.

"That's it, relax, you can take it. Damn, you feel good."

Trembling, she did her best to relax her muscles. As soon as he felt the slightest lessening of the tight squeeze of her velvety smooth walls, Dan thrust inside her to the hilt.

A choked scream burst from her as she felt his heavy balls come to rest against her. She sucked in quick, gasping breaths, trying to master the twinges of pain and the intense pressure of his big cock stretching her to her limit. A moan accompanied his withdrawal from her depths, followed by a high-pitched growl as he shoved the full length of his thick cock back inside her.

Jackie's head lashed back and forth, her fingers a blur as they circled her clit. Dan steadily increased the speed of his thrusts, loving the look on her face, a mixture of pain and pleasure. As he got up to speed, he growled, "I love watching those hot tits bounce."

The pain faded beneath the weight of her building orgasm, now that she was relaxed enough to accommodate him. "God, I love your cock. Fuck me! I'm about to come!"

Dan grabbed her thighs in a tight grip, and started to pound his cock home. Clipped groans accompanied every one of his thrusts, and then her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came. Her back arched up off the couch, and her whole body trembled as the climatic shock waves rolled through her body.

Jackie could hear nothing except the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her eyes were squinted tightly shut, and the wicked itch of her orgasm just kept getting stronger. Again and again, her walls contracted around him as she just kept coming.

Dan slowed down his thrusts, loving the way her face, her chest, and her tits flushed red as she came. Her milky white cream coated him, and drops clung to her lips as he thrust and withdrew. At last, he paused, buried deep inside her, and let her orgasm subside. "Did you like that?"

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned. She yelped as he pulled back, a disappointed moan rising from her as her lips snapped back away from his retreating cock.

"Get on your hands and knees," Dan huskily ordered.

She moved on trembling legs to comply, feeling his hands pulling up on her hips as soon as she rolled over. Once her ass was up high in the air, he pressed up against her lips and buried his cock again. "Oh, yeah, that's good," he moaned.

"Come inside me," Jackie said in a feral growl.

Dan gave her every ounce of his strength then, her head bouncing forward by at least half a foot with each slam of his cock into her depths. She was soaked, squishing sounds accompanying his every thrust, but it was the choked off sounds of pleasure she was battling that really turned him on.

Jackie held her teeth clenched tight, fighting the urge to scream. The offices were all fairly soundproof, but she didn't trust that was enough to contain the vocalizations fighting for life inside her. She had never felt such power, or been so full. Her whole body was alive with electric jolts of pleasure. She felt it coming, a rapid expansion of hot pressure within her. She knew there was no way she could keep her mouth closed when that bubble burst. Collapsing down, she buried her face in a throw pillow just in time, as a final rapid swell ruptured the final restraints on her climax.

"Oh, hell yes," Dan gasped as her walls clenched even tighter around him. He could actually feel her scream of release vibrating through her body. With a final pair of thrusts, he slammed home and groaned, long and loud, as he erupted inside her.

His cream felt as hot as lava, filling her tightly contracted canal. Another shot of ecstasy wracked her body as she felt him come inside her. He just kept throbbing and spurting, until Jackie didn't think it was humanly possible for a man to have so much cum, and she just kept coming, until she nearly blacked out from the intensity.

[------***------]

"Holy shit. I take it back, I bet I get five grand out of this one," Joe laughed. "Damn, he tore that pussy up."

Roger couldn't manage anything but a nod of agreement as Joe started downloading the recorded video onto Dan's laptop.

[------***------]

Jackie winced and bit off a yelp as she pulled up her panties. She thought she was never going to stop dripping, sitting on the toilet until her ass went numb. Now her legs tingled with pins and needles too. Her labia were bright red and swollen, and a drop of blood welled up from where she was split.

Fuck, it was worth it. Just not so damn hard next time. Now we're even, Chris, you bastard.

There was nothing she could really do about it here. She'd have to get home and put some ointment or something on the split. Pulling up her panties the rest of the way, she knew that she'd have to pitch them when she got home. Not only would they be spotted with blood, but she could also feel another dollop of Dan's cum sliding from deep inside her even as she smoothed out her skirt.

Heading back to her office with a generous handful of paper towels, she went to work cleaning her juices and Dan's cum off the couch. It took quite a while.

Walking gingerly back to her desk, Jackie opened her purse and praised the fact that she kept a few of the Vicodin the doctor had prescribed for a sprained ankle a couple months back. Popping the pills, she smiled when she put the bottle back in her purse and saw the slip of paper inside. On it was written Dan's phone number and his address.

That set off a tingle inside her, which immediately turned to a sharp stab of pain. Yow, no thinking about sex right now. Get home, get in the bath, and get in bed.

Slipping her purse over her shoulder she closed up her office and keyed out on the panel, hitting the elevator and heading out of the building.

As he watched her leave the building, Roger chuckled, "Look at her waddle. She'll be walking funny for days after the way she just got fucked. I'm going to tear the wife up when I get home. Fuck, that was hot."

[------***------]

Chris poured more ice into the bucket, and tossed another log on the fire. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was twenty after eleven.

She must still be mad at me. I knew I should have just told her right from the beginning. He sighed at that thought, and then considered the alternative, Maybe they're just wooing a new client, and she had to work late to get things ready. It's happened before. 

He blew out a breath, one he didn't even realize he had been holding, when he heard Jackie's Jag pulling into the driveway. A quick glance around to make sure he had everything ready, but artfully hidden from immediate view, got him thinking about where he planned to steer the evening. That had him stiffening in anticipation a moment later as he heard the garage door closing.

She walked in and thoughts of sex were immediately replaced by concern when he saw her. She was limping a bit, and her expression showed hints of pain. "Baby, are you okay?" He walked over to her and took her hand, starting to take her briefcase for her.

He couldn't stop himself from wincing when she jerked away from him. "Leave me alone. Just leave me alone."

"Are you still mad at me? I'm sorry I tried to make excuses and avoid it, I should have just come right out and told you what was wrong..."

"Are you still mad at me?" She mocked him in a high-pitched, nasally voice. "I bet your tart was disappointed when you had to save one for me, to try and cover things up, huh?" She swept past him toward the bedroom.

Chris caught up with her and put a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Jackie, what are you talking about? I need to tell you what's been wrong with me all this time."

"Get your hand off me," Jackie growled, pausing after each word.

He pulled his hand away, and she spun on him, red-hot anger burning in her eyes. "I saw you leaving with that big-titted slut at lunch today. To think I was coming down there to make up with you. I'm such an idiot." Turning away, she started back toward the bedroom door again.

At first, he was simply more confused than ever, and then it dawned on him. "Cynthia? Jackie, we just happened to be going the same way, I was headed down there to pick up something. I would never cheat on you. Will you please wait?"

Pausing just outside the bedroom door, Jackie shook her head and then swept inside, slamming the door behind her.

Chris walked up and knocked on the door. "Jackie, I mean it; you're the only one I want. I had something wrong with me, I couldn't get hard, no matter how turned on I was. I was embarrassed to tell you, or anyone. I finally realized I had to see a doctor, and he gave me something that fixed it. Things will be back to normal now, Baby."

He waited a minute for a response, and then knocked on the door again, "Jackie? Did you hear me?"

The sound of water filling the tub in the master bath was her only response.

He knocked twice more, but she still refused to acknowledge his presence. Muttering curses under his breath, he went to put away the champagne, love oil, and everything else he had prepared for the romantic romp he had hoped he'd be having right now.

[------***------]

Chris walked out of the spare bedroom when he heard Jackie get up, but he barely opened his mouth to speak when she turned and stared daggers at him. She almost appeared to be daring him to say anything, waiting to explode the moment he did.

They stood, awkwardly looking at each other from across the room for a minute, and then Jackie shook her head and walked toward the front door.

He sighed as he heard the door close, immediately followed by the sound of the Jaguar firing up and leaving. He'd asked for today off as well, when he requested to leave yesterday, figuring that after six months of no sex, they would probably need more than a night to get caught up.

So much for that idea.

Chris paced and muttered to himself, his usual manner of working through problems. "Okay, I've got to convince her I'm not cheating. I knew I should have never hired Cynthia." He let out a growl, thinking that he should go in and let her go -- today.

He sighed then, shook his head, and resumed pacing. It wasn't Cynthia's fault, and she was a damn good assistant. "It's my fault, that's whose fault it is. Why wouldn't she think I was cheating when I was walking around here in cloak and dagger mode all the time, because my damn dick decided to take a vacation."

Thinking it through, he decided that surely the paperwork from the doctor would convince her, if he could get her to read it. If that didn't work, likely nothing would. "Need to give her time and space, let her burn the anger out of her system. Then I'll give her the paperwork and explain again. Diamonds. Definitely a time for diamonds. I can fix this."

He kept pacing for a while longer, piecing together a plan of how he was going to try to make this up to her, when and if she ever gave him the opportunity.

[------***------]

Jackie made two stops on the way to work, one at the drug store, and one at the sex shop. Chris didn't really like anal, although he'd done it for her frequently because she loved it so much. With an enema, a pack of moist wipes, and a nice big bottle of lube waiting in her briefcase, Jackie hoped Dan would be open to stretching her ass. The thought of such a big cock in her ass was a little scary, but at the same time, she knew her panties were in danger of getting very damp just from the thought of it.

Getting through the day of work was torturous, and Dan's stop with her mail was even more so. They kept things under wraps, only sharing a smile, a few whispered words, and some eyebrow twitches as he dropped off her mail and picked up her packages.

Finally, people started leaving for the day. It was the time they had agreed upon, so Jackie closed the door and called Dan's cell. She smiled when he answered it on the first ring. Obviously, he was anticipating this evening as much as her.

"I've been hard all day," he chuckled when he answered the phone.

"I'm soaked. God, I want that dick, and I want it now."

"It was so hot fucking you in your office. I want to do it one more time."

Jackie paused. They had pretty much planned to go back to his place, but thinking about it now, she was getting turned on by the thought of fucking him here again too. It was deliciously naughty, having sex in her office with people -- at least security, if nothing else -- still in the building.

"One more time, then we go back to your place," Jackie agreed. Her lip twitched up into a crooked grin then, and she asked in a husky whisper, "How would you like to fuck my ass?"

"Oh, fuck yeah; I'd love to fuck that hot ass."

Jackie purred and quivered, hearing him laugh in response on the other end of the line. "Nine thirty. Security should be the only people here by then. I want to be able to moan and scream while that big cock of yours is inside me, so after that we go back to your place."

"Whatever you want, Jackie. I'll see you at nine thirty."

"I'll be wet, and waiting."

Hanging up the phone, Jackie stared at the clock and willed time to move faster.

[------***------]

At nine o'clock, the building was all but abandoned, which was good, because the last thing Jackie wanted was anyone around for what she was about to do. Heading to the washroom, she went into a stall and pulled the enema out of her purse. It was warm, as she had rested it between her thighs and left it there for a couple of hours, while trying to pass the time on the computer.

Fifteen minutes later, she walked back into her office. She just planned for a quick romp here when Dan arrived, and then they'd go back to his place so he could take her ass. She wasn't about to do the necessary clean up at his apartment, though. Now, she would be ready when they got there.

Jackie was waiting just inside her open office door when he arrived. A quick walk around had let her know that there wasn't a soul on the floor. Most of her co-workers were at a conference in San Francisco, and those who hadn't gone were far from likely to come in late.

Listening to the amplified chime of the elevator, she chuckled. Her mother had sent her all sorts of baby things, ever hoping to sway her daughter, and now Jackie had found a way to get some use out of the baby monitor. It would let her know if anyone came upstairs. The second chime sounded, and she heard the elevator door open. Nobody would be slipping upstairs without her knowing it.

She backed into her office, beckoning him when he walked into view. He smiled and twitched his eyebrows, closing and locking the door behind him. From the way her nipples pressed against the material of her blouse, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. A quick grope as they kissed revealed that she wasn't wearing panties either. She was jerking down his pants almost as soon as their lips met.

When she came up for air, Dan grabbed a handful of her hair and said in a husky growl, "I can't stop thinking about fucking your ass, it's driving me crazy."




It Cuts Both Ways



Caught up in the heat of the moment, Jackie abandoned her original plan. She shivered and let out a sensual purr, turning and walking over to her briefcase. Dan smiled wide when she pulled out the bottle of lube and walked over to the couch, stepping out of her skirt at the same time.

By the time Dan managed to get his shoes off and step out of his own pants, Jackie had her blouse off and she was bent over with her hands on the back of the couch, waving her ass in his direction. He tossed his shirt aside, and wasted no time crossing the floor, as she stood back up.

Squeezing a generous dollop of lube into her hand, Jackie reached down and stroked her hand over Dan's hard cock, coating it in the slippery stuff. Wiping her hand off with a towel, she handed him the bottle and turned back around, bending until her hands were resting on the seat of the couch.

Dan could see wetness glistening between her nether lips as she bent and presented her ass to him. She rested her head against the back of the couch, reaching back to part her ass cheeks wide once he was in behind her. Dan upended the bottle and dribbled lube into the puckered iris of her ass, pushing his finger in to get the lubricant started inside her.

He tossed the bottle to the couch when his finger started sliding easily into her ass. Giving her cheek a sharp smack, he said, "Talk dirty to me, like a porn star, I like that."

Jackie put her hands back under her, and flipped her hair as she looked back over her shoulder at him. "Put that big cock in my ass. Take me. Fuck my ass, Dan."

"Oh, hell yeah," Dan groaned, parting her cheeks and pushing the head of his cock up against her forbidden entrance.

[------***------]

"Son of a bitch, that lucky mother-fucker wasn't lying," Joe laughed as he watched Dan lubing up Jackie's ass.

"If I'd known she was this much of a slut, I'd have tried to get some for myself. Now I'll have to wait until Dan gets bored with her and try for sloppy seconds," Roger said, shaking his head as he watched Dan toss the lube bottle to the couch.

A chime sounded from Joe's laptop, and he pumped his arm in a triumphant signal. Quickly typing back a message, he turned to Roger and said, "Five Gs for a video of her getting her ass rammed. I hope she never stops, she's going to make me rich."

Gesturing at the monitor, Roger said, "Here comes the five thousand dollar poke, then."

[------***------]

Jackie sucked in quick, sharp breaths, every exhale a blast of air, as Dan steadily increased the pressure. When his big head finally pushed passed her resistance and popped into her ass, she yelped, and then moaned. He paused for a moment and Jackie said, "Fuck my ass with that big dick."

"Oh, hell yeah, you know how to talk like a slut. I love that."

An animalistic growl burst from her as he pushed again, sliding deeper into her. Tears welled up in her eyes as the burning pressure edged deeper inside her. It had been a long time since she'd had a cock in her ass, well over a year, and she'd never had one as thick as Dan there. Balancing on one hand, she reached back to rub her clit while his cock violated her ass. Right now, the pain was the only thing she felt, but she knew that would change soon enough. She loved having her ass taken, and the discomfort would fade rapidly under her arousal.

Dan kept her cheeks pulled wide, trying to keep his hands out of the way, so that the camera would get a good view of his prick stretching her out. The sounds of her hissing and growling as he pushed ever deeper brought a smile to his lips. It was easy enough to tell she loved this, because otherwise he wouldn't have half of his cock buried already. She knew how to relax and take a cock in her ass.

She heard an, "Ah," of satisfaction as Dan's balls touched her nether lips. She growled when the sound turned sharp and surprised, as she clenched up her muscles and squeezed him extra tight for a moment. She relaxed again, and he bent to grab the lube. She couldn't stop the scream that erupted from her as he pulled back and the head of his cock popped out of her.

He drizzled more lube into her gaping hole, drawing another squeal from her as the cold liquid touched her burning flesh. The bottle had no more than hit the couch, when the mushroom tip of his big cock popped back inside her. Jackie's growling scream was primal, and quite loud. His balls came to rest against her this time in a single steady push.

"Do it, fuck my ass," she moaned, rubbing her fingers faster over her swollen clit, and feeling her juices soaking her fingers.

Dan started pumping then, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as her resistance eroded. Jackie's head lashed as she continued to make pained sounds that increasingly filled with pleasure. "You like it, don't you?"

"I love it. I love that big cock in my ass. Faster!"

The burning slowly vanished as Jackie's pleasure mounted. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he hit her too hard and fast for a few strokes, but then he seemed to realize her pain and slowed down to the perfect pace. The pressure of her building orgasm swelled, and she could actually feels drops of her juices spattering against her legs as her fingers flashed over her clit.

She felt like she was about to pee, and tried to clench up in alarm. Dan's next stroke caused her muscles to relax in a flash, and the next push of his cock pushed her over the edge. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, oblivious to the world.

Dan looked down in surprise when he felt the warm spray against his legs. He'd heard about it, but he'd never been with a woman who squirted. Rocking his hips, since he couldn't really stroke her considering how tightly clenched she was around him, he watched another burst of hot girl cum soak his legs.

Jerking his cock out of her ass, drawing a surprised squeal from the hyperventilating woman, Dan pulled her up and spun her around. He lay her down on the couch and moved over her, pushing her knees up toward her ears. Jackie's back arched as he shoved his cock back in her ass.

The momentary respite banked Jackie's fires, but only for a moment. As soon as his cock started pumping into her again, she quickly rose toward another peak, her fingers rubbing her clit in fast circles.

Keeping one arm wrapped around her leg for leverage, Dan used his other hand to part Jackie's labia. He could see in her face that she was getting close, and he wanted a good look at her pussy squirting, if she did it again. A long, low moan rose up from her, and then he felt her clench up around him in orgasm yet again.

Jackie's eyes popped open when she felt wetness spattering on her face. She couldn't believe her eyes when the next spike of climax washed over her, and a spurt of juices shot from her pussy to soak both her and Dan. A moment later, a final squirt shot from her, sending a powerful shudder through her.

Dan released her nether lips, grabbing her other leg. He was on the edge too, and slammed his cock home with all his strength, loving the sight of her tits bouncing hard and the winces of pain on her still flushed face.

Dan roared, and Jackie felt his hot cum boiling up inside her. She arched her back, moaning contentedly as he filled her ass with his cream. He collapsed down over her on his hands, and they both panted for breath.

[------***------]

"Thar she blows!" Joe laughed and slapped his knee. "I think the price for this one just went up again. She went off like Old Faithful!"

"Too bad he didn't spray cum all over her face. That would have been the perfect ending to folding her in half and raping her ass. I'm going to have to go downtown and find a whore if this keeps up, and the wife doesn't give up the pussy."

Joe started downloading the new video to the laptop. "I've already went downtown to find a whore. Got me a good one too, she actually acted like she liked it."

"I need to find a whore like her, who just does it for the dick," Roger said, pointing at Jackie on the screen.

"You can say that again."

[------***------]

"Ow, I need to move," Jackie said in a pained whisper.

With a groan, Dan levered himself back up, and after a couple of quick breaths, pulled free of her. He let out a growling gasp, and she yelped as his softening cock popped free of her ass.

A final rumble of pleasure rippled through Jackie's body, followed by a stab of pain. "Ow. God, that was unbelievable, but fuck, my butt hurts."

Dan chuckled and sat down heavily on the couch, "Why didn't you tell me you were a squirter? That was fucking hot."

"I've never done it before, I didn't know I could." Her eyes widened when she felt all the cum inside her threatening to escape. "Oh, oh, I need to go to the bathroom."

She got up, quickly tossing some paper towels, and the moist wipes to Dan. She had to clench up hard as she tossed on her clothes. "I'll be right back," she said in a rush, and then swept out to the washroom.

Dan chuckled as he wiped off his dick, looking at the wet spots everywhere around him. He knew there was no way she was going to leave until it was cleaned up, and he wanted that pussy tonight too, so he started sopping up her juice with the paper towels.

By the time she returned, he'd finished with the couch and started blotting the spots on the carpet.

Jackie smiled and said, "Thanks. God, what a mess." She tore off a paper towel to help eliminate the evidence of their hot romp.

"Fun making it, though. Let's get it cleaned up, so you can make a mess of my bed at home. I want to eat that pussy." He smacked her ass as he finished.

Jackie shivered, and picked up the pace.

[------***------]

At a law office across town, another security man sat watching a hidden camera video, third in a series. The FTP was the dirty little secret of rent-a-cops all over the city, and they were all raving about the new videos.

The videos were certainly hot enough, and Steve thought it was even hotter since he recognized the woman plowing her pussy with a dildo in the first two. When he started the third video, his excitement drained away.

It was one thing to watch a guy's hot wife masturbating. It was something entirely different to watch her cheating, fucking another man. Steve stopped the video. It just felt entirely too creepy to be watching it.

Sitting back in his chair, Steve rubbed his chin and stared at the computer screen. He liked Mr. Boyd, who was always nice enough to him. What stood out in his memory, though, was the time he was about to lose his house. Mr. Boyd had walked up at quitting time and laid and envelope in front of him as he walked out the door. Inside were three hundred dollar bills and a note that said, Don't be proud, just take it. Merry Christmas.

A man like that didn't deserve to have his wife fucking around on him.

[------***------]

Chris was passed out on the couch when Jackie walked in at about three a.m. A half-empty bottle of Jack sat on the table in front of him, along with a shot glass, and some papers.

Still lightheaded from coming, and really starting to feel the burn from her violated pussy and ass, she tiptoed over to see what the papers were. Probably credit card statements for the sleazy hotel bills, and presents for his whore, Jackie thought.

Picking them up, she could tell Chris was really out. She knew that bottle had been full, so with a half bottle of whiskey in him, he wasn't likely to wake up any time soon. As soon as she looked, she knew the papers weren't credit card statements.

She started reading, and it slowly dawned on her. The paper said that Chris had been to a doctor, to be treated for impotence. It even said right on the papers that he reported it having been six months since it started.

Jackie's stomach went sour. He had been telling the truth. Oh, God, what have I done?

Putting the papers back down, Jackie hurried to the bedroom, and straight into the bathroom. She stayed hunched over the toilet, until there was nothing left in her stomach to come up.

[------***------]

When she stumbled out of the bedroom early in the afternoon, Chris was gone. Taking a quick look around, it appeared to Jackie that he had left in a hurry. His clothes from the night before were scattered in the spare bedroom, and a package of muffins sat on the counter, still open.

She cursed herself for not setting the alarm on his cell phone or something, so he wouldn't be late for work. A twinge of pain from her nether regions sharply reminded her of what she had done, how she had betrayed him because she thought he was cheating.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and a sob wracked her body. Sitting down, she put her head in her hands and cried.

The sound of the phone ringing startled her. Wiping her eyes, she looked over and saw that it wasn't on the charger. It rang again, and she tracked the sound to the opposite side of the room. Getting up quickly, and heading in that direction, she found the phone on a table when it rang a third time.

Picking it up, she took a deep breath to steady her voice and answered it. Silence greeted her, followed a moment later by the click of whoever was on the other end hanging up. She looked at the phone in confusion, knowing the delay between her answering and the other person hanging up was too long to mean she had just missed the call. Clicking the caller id button, she clenched her teeth and growled.

Cynthia Doyle.

With a scream of frustration, she hurled the phone across the room. I'm such an idiot! I was about to apologize to him -- AGAIN! I made myself sick over that cheating bastard, and he probably had some doctor who owes him a favor write that stuff up to cover his affair with that whore.

Stomping off to the bedroom to get ready for work, she growled under her breath, You're going to get it tonight, you cheating fuck!

[------***------]

When she got to the office, she found someone else bringing the mail. He said that Dan had called in sick, something she vaguely remembered him saying he might do as they lay together in his bed the night before.

Another stab of pain shot up from her ass, and she decided that she needed to call Dan. She'd made plans to go to his apartment again tonight, and there was no way she could handle it.

Besides, she needed to give her husband a piece of her mind, and throw his cheating ass out.

Dan sounded disappointed, but said he understood. He told her that if she decided she wanted to after all, he'd be at home. The sound of that offer almost made her change her mind, but she wisely decided to give her overworked sex a rest.

Pain or no pain, she knew that as the day went on, it was going to get harder to resist taking him up on that offer. It had been too long since she'd been fucked, and that thick cock of his did things to her she'd never even imagined.

[------***------]

Jackie's eyes narrowed as she heard Chris' car pulling into the garage. She sat on the couch, staring at the television, but the news wasn't even remotely registering through the red-hot thoughts swirling through her head.

Chris took a deep breath and opened the door, seeing his wife sitting on the couch. He put down his briefcase and went over to sit next to her. She ignored him.

"Baby, I need to talk to you. I need to show you something..."

Turning quickly toward him, her eyes flashing with anger, Jackie snapped, "What? The bullshit papers your doctor friend made up for you to hide the fact you're fucking around on me? She must be getting frustrated at you ignoring her, Chris; she called here and hung up on me this afternoon."

Flinching back from the furious tirade, he said, "Honey, what are you talking about?"

Standing up, she screamed down at him, "Don't honey me, you fucking... you..." An inarticulate scream burst from her and she spun away from him for a moment. Turning back, she said in low, ominous tones, "We're through. I want a divorce, and I want you the fuck out of here."

Reaching out toward her, Chris felt tears welling up in his eyes when she jerked away. "Jackie, please don't say that. Please, just let me tell you what was going on, so you'll understand. I wouldn't cheat on you, any more than you would cheat on me."

Those words stung, and Jackie whirled away before he could see the look in her face. "Never mind, I'll fucking leave. Go to hell."

She ignored him as he continued to blather on, grabbing her purse and heading toward the door. When he grabbed her shoulder at the door, she turned and punched him with all her strength. He managed to get an arm up, but seeing him wince and rub his arm offset the pain in her knuckles.

She slammed the door, and Chris hung his head, hearing her tires squealing as she left a moment later.

[------***------]

There was no answer at Dan's door. She'd driven around for hours, her throat sore from screaming curses nearly the whole time. Finally, she'd decided that she was going to see Dan. She figured that he'd be happy to eat her pussy again if she sucked him off, and that just doing that -- if she could leave it at just that -- wouldn't aggravate the dull throb of pain she was feeling. He'd mentioned the night before that he wanted to come on her face, which she'd never let any man do before. It was also something Chris had always wanted to do.

It would be the perfect revenge that Dan would get to spray cum all over her face, after her husband had begged for it for years.

Unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen tonight unless she could figure out where he was. Digging through her purse, she cursed when she realized that the slip of paper with his number on it wasn't inside. She remembered putting it in her desk at the office then, and shook her head in frustration.

Turning to walk out of his building, she decided it wasn't such a bad thing. It turned them both on to fuck around in her office, so she may as well ask him to come there, once she got hold of him.

Plan in place, she hurried down out of his building, and back to her car.

[------***------]

"I love this job," Roger laughed, watching the monitor intently.

Miming the motion over his own chest, Joe said, "Look at those tits bounce, damn!"

"Fuck, somebody's coming," Roger hissed and quickly sat down in a chair.

"Oh, shit," Joe whispered when he finished hiding the video window and saw who was walking in the front door. He managed to calm himself and say, "Working late again tonight, Mrs. Boyd?"

"Yes, I need to take care of something," Jackie replied with a crooked smile.

"I'm going to run to the men's room," Roger interrupted, standing up quickly and heading off that way.

Jackie asked, "Are the washrooms down here unlocked, then?"

"Yes, Mrs. Boyd, they're right down there where Roger went."

"Thanks, Joe."

We're dead, we're dead, we're dead... Joe thought as he watched her walking toward the restroom.

"Pick up, dammit!" Roger paced back and forth in the men's room, listening to the phone ring. "Come on, Dan, pick up the damn phone."

[------***------]

Jackie stepped out of the elevator, feeling much better. She'd felt as though she was about to burst, and it was a good thing that the restrooms downstairs were unlocked, as she didn't know if she'd have survived the trip upstairs without wetting herself.

When she stepped out of the elevator, she muttered, "Damn it," when she saw Julie standing near her office door. She called out, "Hey, what are you doing here so late, Julie?"

"I forgot something, and I thought I'd see if you were here, since you've been working late so much."

Smiling, Jackie said, "Yes, I've been busy. So, are you going to be long?"

"No, I was just leaving," Julie replied.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then," Jackie said as she punched in her key code to the door. She didn't notice that the readout said, Code Already Entered, instead of Code Accepted, like usual.




It Cuts Both Ways



Heading straight for her desk, she grabbed Dan's cell number from the drawer and dialed it immediately. She walked toward the door, planning to close it once he picked up. She was surprised to hear what appeared to be his ringtone, coming from somewhere out in the building.

Keeping her phone to her ear, Jackie walked out and toward the cubicles. She stopped, stunned, and let the phone fall to her side. There stood Dan, fumbling to shut off his phone, and Julie, wiping cum off her thighs with her panties.

Letting out a disgusted gasp, she spun away, hearing both Dan and Julie saying, "Jackie, wait," at the same time. Walking into her office, she grabbed her purse and stuffed her cell inside. That's it -- I'm turning lesbian. I'm done with fucking cheating men. I should have just stuck to licking pussy in college, and never let Chris sweet-talk me back to the other side.

Walking back out, she keyed her exit code, and headed for the elevator. As the doors opened, she shook her head and thought, I need a drink. I need lots of drinks.

[------***------]

Chris unpacked his briefcase, pausing when he found something he didn't remember putting inside -- a CD sleeve. Turning it over, he found a note written on the other side.

Watch it, I thought you should know. A friend.

Confused and curious, Chris walked over to the computer and dropped the disk in the DVD tray.

The first two videos had him hard and throbbing, watching his wife furiously masturbating in her office. He had no idea how someone had come across them, but it was obvious that she didn't know she anyone was recording her. Starting the third video, his heart turned to lead in his chest.

With morbid fascination, he watched the final two videos in their entirety. He felt betrayed by his erection now, as he watched another man fucking his wife, obviously to her great pleasure. The final few moments of the fourth video, his wife spurting fountains of juices into the air as the man fucked her ass, made him feel utterly inferior.

Staring at the frozen final frame of the video, showing his wife's face twisted in ecstasy and dripping with her own juices, Chris was numb.

Taking out the CD, he slipped it back into its sleeve, and then back into his briefcase. His face still slack and expressionless, he undressed and lay down in the spare bedroom.

[------***------]

In the parking lot outside the building, Julie stalked forward, swinging punches at a backpeddaling Dan. "You bastard! You were fucking Jackie? I can't believe you fucking did this to me! She's my friend!"

"Hey, it was your idea to fuck in her office," Dan countered, fending off her blows with his hands, and continuing to back away.

"Just because I didn't want the sleazy security guards watching! They can't see the cameras in the offices when someone punches in the key code."

Dan had to fight hard not to laugh at that. He knew that those sleazy security guards had watched every moment, and recorded it. When he called Julie, he'd only expected to get a little pussy, since Jackie had cancelled on him, but finding out she knew the key code had been a bonus. He'd get a cut of whatever they sold the video for, now that he'd found out about that from Roger. Too bad it would be the last one, unless he could manage to charm his way into the office of another woman in the building.

"They couldn't have seen us at my place either."

"You're the one that got me all wet and..." She growled and spun away, loudly saying, "Go to hell."

[------***------]

Jackie was well on her way to being stumbling drunk, but at least still coherent enough to realize that she had better call a cab and get home. She asked for a phone book, and another drink. The bartender brought her the first, but apologized and said he couldn't serve her any more alcohol. Jackie rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever," flipping open the phone book and looking up one of the cab companies.

Closing her cell phone, she sighed and cupped her cheek in her palm, looking out at the crowd. The cab was going to take thirty minutes to get there, and she couldn't even get any more booze while she waited.

Jackie's mouth dropped wide open when she saw a blonde woman in a micro skirt bent over a pool table, teasing the man behind her with glimpses of panty and skin. Chris' bimbo secretary, she realized, and lurched up off the barstool.

Cynthia screamed when Jackie shoved her, causing the woman to land hard on her bottom below the pool table. Scrambling back to her feet, Cynthia spat out, "What's your problem, bitch?"

Fighting to maintain her balance, Jackie slurred, "What, my husband's dick not enough for you? I guess it serves the bastard right. I hope you give him herpes or something."

Cynthia stared with angry confusion for a moment, but then her eyes lit up and she laughed. "Oh, I know who you are. You think I'm fucking your husband? Well, I'm not. I tried, but he wouldn't have anything to do with it. You obviously don't have any idea how lucky you are."

The other woman who had been playing pool walked around the table, to stand next to Cynthia. The woman held a pool cue like a club, and her demeanor screamed that she knew how to use it. "So, you're about to get your bitch ass beaten for nothing."

Jackie could hear the very real amusement in the other woman's voice, and somehow knew it was the truth. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and heard the barman's voice from behind her. "Alright ladies, break it up." To Jackie, he said, "Look, you're drunk. Get out now, or I'm calling the cops."

Jackie whispered, "I'm going," and turned to wander unsteadily toward the front door.

Cynthia's friend put down her pool cue and started to follow, but the barman walked in between them and said, "Betty, just go back to your game. If the boss finds out I let you in here, he'll fire me, and he'll press charges for the damage from the last brawl you started."

Cynthia lay a hand on her friend's shoulder and said, "Betty, I don't want to get thrown out of here. It was hard enough to get you in here."

Turning back to the table after a final, fiery glance at Jackie's retreating back, she said, "Fine, the bitch isn't worth it anyhow."

Jackie breathed a sigh of relief, having sobered up enough to realize that she was in serious trouble, seeing the thoughtless competence with which the other woman held that pool cue. She focused all her energy on remaining upright, and headed out the door. Leaning up against the wall, she looked up into the rain and muttered, "Great." Looking around, she didn't see anywhere that she could get out of the downpour. She could go get in her car out back, but then she might miss her cab. The thought of waking up with a hangover in her car was far from appealing.

Staying close to the door, she tucked her purse up under her sport jacket, and wrapped her arms around herself to wait for the cab.

[------***------]

Chris was gone again when Jackie woke up. She thought it was probably for the best, as she wasn't ready to face him yet. The painful throbbing in her head let her know that she wasn't ready to face anything at the moment. She had to go to work, though, because she had to make sure a few packages she'd prepared the day before got out in the mail.

Popping a couple of pills for her headache, she headed for the shower, deciding to have the packages sent down to the mailroom, rather than seeing Dan again. Now, not only was she pissed at him for fucking her friend, but she also knew she was going to feel horribly guilty every time she saw him.

Washing off, she tried to figure out how she was going to make things up to her husband, without letting him know that she'd had an affair. Andrea is bi, single, and I know she thinks I'm cute. She said that she thinks Chris is delicious too. I bet that would make him forget all about this. Two women in the bed with him, licking each other before he fucked them both. It's been a long time since I went down on a woman.

The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. She'd played around with many girls in college, having given up on men after a bad break-up. She still thought about it occasionally, but now it was really heating her up. The thought of Chris fucking around behind her back had disgusted her, but if she was there licking clit at the same time, that was something entirely different. Chris had always said that he'd love to see her go down on another woman some time.

Besides, it would help salve her conscience, considering it was she who had actually broken their marriage vows.

She undressed Andrea in her mind, imagining the woman's blonde curls tickling her thighs, and a tongue tickling her clit. She could almost feel Chris slamming his cock into her, watching another woman licking her while he did it. Her fingers danced over her folds in the warm water as the vision unfolded in her head. As she imagined cumming on Andrea's tongue, the blonde licking Chris' cum out of her quivering cunt, Jackie's knees started trembling, and she came.

Leaning up against the shower wall and panting, Jackie decided she needed to start hinting to Andrea, and soon.

[------***------]

Jackie sent the packages down the mailroom the moment she walked in her office, and then started going over how she was going to approach Andrea in her mind. Walking back to her desk, she noticed something on the couch.

"It can't be," she said, leaning down and staring. Closer examination revealed that it was exactly what she had originally thought -- cum.

It all snapped into place then: Julie outside her door last night, and that unusual beep when she had keyed in her code to the door. Oh my God, one of them must have watched me keying in my code. He fucked her in my office, on my couch!

Growling, Jackie stood back up and stomped toward the door. I'll fix both of you.

She sat back down at her desk a short while later, with a smug smile decorating her face. Her boss had looked positively scandalized when she told him that she had caught Julie and Dan having sex in the office the night before. He promised that he would do something immediately.

About an hour later, Jackie's office phone rang. She answered it and immediately heard Julie screaming at her. Looking at the caller id, she saw that it was her ex-friend's cell phone number.

"I know you did this, you fucking bitch. I'll get you. Just you wait. Ow, I'm leaving you big gorilla, get your hand off me. You're going to pay for this, Jackie, I..."

Jackie hung up the phone and chuckled. She had little doubt that security was escorting Dan out the front door from the mailroom too. Two birds with one stone. Now I don't have to see them every day, reminding me of the mistake I made, and I got even with them for fucking behind my back. God, you're good, Jackie!

Feeling good now, she walked down to Andrea's office, to see if she would have the same sort of good luck there. The conversation quickly turned sexual with Jackie's subtle guidance, and the signals Andrea sent out as they talked were very promising.

[------***------]

Julie sat in her car, beating her hands on the steering wheel and crying. What am I going to do? I can't believe you did this to me, you bitch! I'll fucking fix you. Wait until I tell your husband you were fucking around with...

Security stood in the doorway of the building, making sure that Dan kept moving toward his car.

"That bastard," Julie finished with a growl when she saw him. Her first thought was to start up the car, and drive over him -- several times. Managing to supress the urge, she got out of the car and stalked toward him, staring daggers.

"Save it, I didn't get you fired, that fucking bitch did," Dan snarled as soon as Julie was close enough to hear him.

"She'll get hers. Right now, you're going to get yours, you son-of-a-bitch!"

"Better think about it, security will call the cops, and then you'll be jobless, and in jail."

"Fuck you... Just FUCK YOU!" Even though Julie was still putting up a front, his words had hit home. He was right, scratching out his eyes wasn't going to accomplish anything. She stopped in her tracks, clenching her fists and trembling.

"You want to get even with that bitch? I can help you. I know how to fuck her up good. I know how to fuck up her marriage, and get her fired too. What do you say -- truce?"

"Why should I believe you, and what makes you think I can't get even on my own?"

"I just got fired too. Give me a chance. I think you'll like my idea."

The angry grin Dan wore was positively demonic, and it actually penetrated the red fog in Julie's mind. Narrowing her eyes, she guardedly asked, "What's your idea?"

"Let me get my laptop, and I'll show you."

[------***------]

Jackie left early, in high spirits, and immediately went into a flurry of activity at home. She jumped in the shower; shaving her mound bare, the way Chris liked it, and then laid out an outfit she knew her husband loved on her. She then made Chris' favorite dinner, with her own hands, something she hadn't done in several months now. Finally, she dressed in the special outfit, and made up her face with meticulous care. Glancing at the clock, she saw that she had finished just in time. Unless something held him up, Chris should be home within a few minutes.

Her heart leapt in her chest when she heard the Beamer pull into the garage. Jumping up from the couch, she stood up and smiled as he walked in the door. She opened her mouth to greet him, but he cut her off.

"I just came for some clothes."

Walking after him, Jackie said, "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch, honey, and that I accused you of cheating on me. I don't know what was wrong with me. I want to make it up to you. I made you dinner."

Chris paused, not turning to look at her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something, staring at it for a moment before he turned and handed it to her.

"What's this, honey?"

Chris just shook his head and walked in to the bedroom. Confused and hurt, Jackie looked down to see a CD in a sleeve. Turning it over, she read the note, which didn't tell her anything. She followed him into the spare bedroom and asked, "What is this, Chris? I can understand you being mad at me, after the way I've been acting. I'm sorry, I want to make it up to you, Baby."

He just kept putting clothes into a suitcase, apparently ignoring her. She was just about to ask him what was wrong again, when he said, "I really can't talk about this right now, Jackie. I need some time. Please, just go."

"I... Okay." Jackie backed out of the room, looking down at the CD again, wondering what it was supposed to mean.

She heard him walk back into the front room, and stood up from the couch. He held up a hand and said, "I'll call you when I've had time to digest this."

Tears dripped down her cheeks, and Jackie asked, "Please, what's wrong?"

Chris just pointed at the CD on the table in front of the couch, shook his head, and walked out the door.

"Chris, wait!"

She heard the car start, and then picked up the CD, taking it over to the computer. Whatever it was, it would open in the DVD drive on the computer.

Her mouth fell open when she opened the first video and saw herself masturbating in her office. Stopping it, she started the second video, and saw herself again the next day. Swallowing hard, she opened the third video and saw what she dreaded to see, Dan fucking her on the couch. She didn't even have to open the fourth video to know what it was.

"Oh my God, what have I done," Jackie sobbed.

[------***------]

She tried calling her husband's cell phone at least a dozen times, but he didn't answer. Finally, she gave up, and cried herself to sleep. She awoke the next morning feeling as if a truck had run over her, and her lip quivered as she looked at the phone, which had not rung as she had hoped it would.

Trying to get a grip, Jackie got in the shower and got ready for work. When she got home tonight, she'd try to call him again, if he wasn't at home. Sitting down at the computer, she clicked to check her email. The phone rang, and she quickly snatched it up.

"Oh, hello, Mom," Jackie said with obvious disappointment.

"Honey, what is this? It said The stork is coming, and I thought you'd finally come to your senses. I opened it up and... Why would you send me this?"

"Send you what, Mom? What are you talking about?"

"This picture, this awful picture of some strange man doing things to your..." She paused and then finished in a rush, "To your bottom."

Jackie saw her inbox open, dozens of new messages showing up. One of them was a reply from her aunt, with the subject line RE: The stork is coming. Clicking it, Jackie stared in horror at the picture quoted of Dan with his cock buried in her ass, her face twisted in orgasm, and her juices squirting artfully into the air.

"Mom, I've got to go, I'll call you back." Jackie quickly hung up the phone, looking down the list of emails. There were several from her family, all with the same subject line, and a couple from friends with the subject Shish kabob party. Scrolling down, she saw Julie's email address, and the subject line, So, how's your day, bitch?

Opening it up, Jackie hung her head when she saw it was Julie bragging about having found out her password by looking over her shoulder. The woman went on to gloat about how she was getting even, just as she'd promised. The final line was, Dan loved pounding me on your couch. I thought you might like a picture. Directly below it was the image, Dan's cock pulling free of Julie's cum-dripping sex, right where she'd found the sticky puddle on her couch the day before.

The phone rang again. I can't deal with this right now, Jackie thought, getting up and grabbing her briefcase. Most people didn't have her work number, and she could turn her cell off. She needed time to think. She got in the Jag and headed for work.

[------***------]

"Mrs. Boyd, Mr. Thorton would like to see you immediately, in his office."

"I'll be right there," Jackie answered, and hung up the phone. She'd felt as if everyone's eyes were on her at work, but thus far there was no real indication that anyone there knew about what she had done. Her stomach fluttered as she walked to Mr. Thorton's office, hoping that he didn't want to see her for the reason she feared.

"Close the door," Mr. Thorton said, hanging up his phone.

Jackie closed the door and walked over to his desk. "You wanted to see me, Sir?"

"Sit down, Mrs. Boyd."

Jackie sat down, her stomach churning and her heart beating fast.

"Something very disturbing has come to my attention. Apparently, two of our security officers have been viewing, and recording, offices when employees are keyed in. They appear to have discovered a means to circumvent the controls in place to prevent just this sort of thing from happening. They have been terminated, but what they were recording is more disturbing by far."

"Sir, I can explain."

Mr. Thorton held up a hand. "Thus far, it appears I am the only one who knows about this in the office. You're one of my best and brightest, Jackie, replacing you would be nearly impossible. We will need to ensure that this remains contained, and that others do not discover what has happened."

He stood and walked around his desk to stand over her. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, and come back this evening, say ten o'clock, and we'll discuss the best way to go forward from here."

His obvious erection told Jackie exactly what sort of discussion he wanted to have with her, late at night when the building was empty.

[------***------]

She quit, naturally, not willing to stoop that low to keep her job. After cleaning out her desk, she returned home and immediately called her husband's cell. Tears filled her eyes when he answered it.