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Job Security

By: Orexis



It started out innocently enough. 

We lived in a small Southern town and I worked the third shift at Elora Paper. This is the key shift to the plant's operation, because during the graveyard, the paper pulp is prepared for the next day's paper run. So when the layoffs started it was easy for me not to worry. At least at first anyway. Then the layoffs started going deep, and even the graveyard shift wasn't immune from the job cuts. 

My wife, Cassandra and I were middle school sweethearts and had married as soon as both of us graduated from high school. Everyone called her Casey because she hated Cassandra.

Her virginity had been mine and though not a sex pot and having had no experience in sex with anyone but me, Cassandra was pretty hot in the bedroom. She was petite in a lot of ways, though her 5'7" height gave her long shapely legs and coupled with the other aspects of her form made her a regular hottie. Then at 21, three years after we married, she gave birth to our stillborn son, the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck having suffocated the boy during delivery. After the funeral, Cassandra became all but despondent.

Jake Crowley was my shift supervisor. A 'good-ole boy' from the old school mold and basically just a redneck. He was older than the rest of us, approaching 40 while most employees at Elora Paper were like me, early to mid-twenties. I am 23. 

Jake helped hide the fact that I was going home two to four times a night to check on Cassandra. He even let me stay clocked in so my check wouldn't be shorted, which wasn't bad because I was never gone more than 10-15 minutes, and at times I would clock out early and continue to work to pay them back for these times. Most importantly though, it allowed me the time to go check on Cassandra and none of plant management was any the wiser. I would put some process on 'auto pilot' then run home real quick. Jake justified it by saying, "If management sees my crew going and coming all night long, it might jeopardize my position." So Jake looked the other way when I ran home for just long enough to make certain my Casey was OK. So out of a sense of gratitude, I invited him to stop for a beer and perhaps breakfast in the mornings after work. So, Jake started coming by my house for a beer after work.

At first Casey slept through his visit, or stayed in the bedroom if she was awake at all. Then one day I explained to her that Jake allowed me to stay on the clock while coming home to check on her, during her grief period. After that she started getting up in the mornings and fixing Jake and me breakfast. At first she was fully dressed. Usually in shorts or jeans, and a tee or tank, but after about a week, she had relaxed and had become comfortable around Jake and came to prepare breakfast in her shorty robe. It only reached to just below the plane of her crotch, so it covered though just barely, and only when she was standing up straight. She had warmed up to Jake and would hug him when we got to the apartment every morning, acting not unlike Jake was an older brother or someone else equally as close.

I guess it was in the third week when things started moving toward where they are now. Jake came over after work, as had become the norm, and Casey got up to fix us breakfast. She was in her robe as had also become her custom, and as she moved efficiently about the kitchen, gathering the raw food and the pots to cook it in, Jake and I sat in the living room sipping our bottles of beer. 

The kitchen is laid out in such a way as to allow an easy view from the living room and it was a straight view from where we were sitting to where Casey went about her tasks. The stove was the first appliance when you walked through the door-less frame that led into the kitchen from the dining area. Casey moved to the stove to put a pan of biscuits in the oven and as she bent over her robe rose onto her shapely ass, exposing her thong panty barely covering her inviting pussy. The oven rack hadn't been adjusted since Casey had cooked a big ham on New Years Day, so it wasn't a quick in and done with the pan of biscuits, she lingered there, bent over and exposed for several minutes while she repositioned the rack in the oven. 

Jake took it all in, as I sat there watching him watching Casey. I finally broke the tension, though I think the tension was mine alone. 

"So do you think the layoffs will continue for a while?" I asked. Jake didn't reply, but merely continued to stare at my wife's lovely thighs, thong covered pussy, and ass.

"Jake?" He finally came around but it was apparent where his mind was. 

"Uh huh? Sorry I had something in my eye." He said looking at me briefly a devilish grin on his face. As soon as he spoke, he turned back and continued to stare at Casey's charms until she finally moved to another task. 

Things went back to normal with us continuing to BS while Casey finished breakfast. Jake had always been attentive to Casey when she was present in the room, but this morning, he watched her like a lion or tiger stalking prey and looking for the opportunity to pounce. He left after breakfast and I went to bed as usual. 

That evening I was telling Casey about how much Jake had been leering that day, and what she had been revealing while she was bent adjusting the oven racks and putting the biscuits in to bake. She blushed profusely and asked,

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Jake has been good to us since we lost the baby. He used to let me come home to check on you while you were so depressed and grieving afterwards. He wouldn't even let me clock out. So I thought if he saw a little more than he was supposed to normally, no harm done. After all, your bikini hides little more." 

The subject got dropped and I figured Casey would just be more careful in the future. Her blush at the outset of the discussion on the matter had convinced me she wasn't particularly fond of inadvertent exhibitionism. I could not have been more mistaken.  

I guess my telling her what Jake had done for us instilled a sense of obligation in her, and her "debt-relief" began the very next morning. After Jake and I arrived at mine and Casey's apartment, Casey emerged from the bedroom dressed in her robe as usual and after hugging Jake and hugging and kissing me, she went to the kitchen and started breakfast after first bringing a beer to Jake and me. Then later, she put the plates of breakfast faire on the table, announced breakfast was ready, gave me a wink, then left going into the bedroom. The glint in her eyes reminded me of how she looked when she was about to embark on some form of mischief. I had known her since 7th grade so I could read her fairly well. Even still I wasn't prepared for what came next. 

Jake and I took our seats at the table, Jake taking a seat at the head of the table, like he was the Master of the house. It was usually my chair, but Jake had taken it over since he started coming for breakfast. We ate in silence the only noise in the room the sound of forks and knives clattering against plates as two hungry men devoured the eggs and bacon and toast. A few minutes later, Casey returned and I was shocked to see her as she walked from the bedroom.

She carried our boom box CD player, which was a bit unusual, but the way she was dressed was what really threw me. 

Her attire was shocking, albeit pleasing. Cassandra, though almost 22 looked 6-8 years younger. That was punctuated this morning by the fact she had on the cheerleader's costume/uniform she had worn her senior year and her hair was done up in pigtails. She looked like a pubescent girl and a real hottie. Cassandra's natural beauty left little need for makeup, but this morning her eyes were heavily shadowed and her lips were scarlet red from the lipstick she had applied. She set the boom box down on the table.

"I thought you boys could use some entertainment." she said as she turned on the music on the boom box. The mischievous glint in her eyes was in full evidence as she began to sway around in time to the semi-provocative music. At one point she acted like a little girl in that she grasp the hem of the skirt with one hand and pulled it up to her face, exposing the lace bikini style panty she wore. I was shocked and excited at the same time. 

Here was my lovely wife, a virgin until I came along, and inexperienced in sex with anyone but me, willingly and wantonly flaunting herself in front of my boss. She continued to cavort to the music and shocked me even further when her top came off over her head. Though the move was shocking, it wasn't a big deal, because she wore a snug-fitting sports bra. 

Casey's breasts had been perfect before she got pregnant. A borderline B/C cup, but the pregnancy had filled them out as her body prepared to make milk for the baby. So now they were closer to D-cups. The doctor had advised her it was a good idea to breast feed as the act of the baby suckling caused the body to produce pitossin. Pitossin is the drug they give women to induce labor. Most women who have had it as a part of their birthing experience hate it, but post-partum it is good for getting the uterus back in shape after it was stretched and abused by the growing baby. 

Since we had lost our son as stillborn, and it was an accident and not some genetic defect, Casey was keen on getting pregnant again as soon as the doctor said it was ok to do so. So after coming home from the hospital she had purchased a breast pump and religiously pumped her breasts 3-4 times a day. The colostrum, that clear, protein and antibody rich, milk-like substance that comes in the first few days after delivery had long since stopped and Casey was now producing real breast milk. 

She continued to dance and after a few minutes of cavorting around she removed her sports bra. I'm not sure if it was her bodies response to her unfettering her breasts or if it was because in the mornings she would usually stand in the shower with the hot water spraying her breasts and the milk would literally squirt out. Later in the day she would pump them until they were empty, but in the morning, she let the shower do it. So perhaps what happened was her body's response to her removing her bra and the time of day. As soon as her breasts flopped free, two streams of milk went jetting across the table and landed on the floor to my left. 

Embarrassed, Casey rushed from the room. 

Jake was quick to gather his aplomb from the pleasant shock we had just received and commented. 

"Nice lap dance, huh? The only problem with lap dances is you usually can't touch and the women leaves you in a state with no relief possible except Rosie Palm and her five sisters, most of the time. I mean when you get a lap dance, while she's dancing you should be able to touch and at the end you should at least get a gratis blow job."

I kind of sputtered out my response, "Yeah that was nice. I didn't realize Casey had that in her. The milk shower at the end was certainly unique."

"Yeah and I love breast milk, a shame it was wasted on the floor." Was Jake's response. 

We finished breakfast and Jake went home. 

I went to the bedroom to prepare to go to bed. Casey was in the shower, but finished up just as I was crawling under the sheets. 

"I hope you aren't mad about my dancing. I felt it was the least I could do for all of Jake's help while I was suffering my grief at the loss of the baby." were the first words out of Casey's mouth as she stood in the door of the Master bath drying herself from her shower. 

"No it was fine honey. I figure we owe Jake at least that much." I could see the relief on Casey's face to my response. I didn't realize the phrase "a least that much" would come back to haunt me. I went on to tell her what Jake had said afterwards and I could see she was pleased that her efforts were appreciated by the both of us and that I wasn't upset by her seemingly slutty display. I went to sleep and thought nothing more of it. 

The next morning things proceeded like they had the day before, but this time while Casey was dancing, she moved in closer to where Jake and I were sitting and without saying so invited us to touch by first taking Jake's hand, then mine and sliding it slowly up her thigh, up under her tiny skirt, to the edge of her lace bikini panties. Jake didn't need much encouragement and his hands were freely slipping up under Casey's short skirt. She stood still while he fondled her ass and thighs. He may have even felt up her pussy, but I couldn't tell with his hand under her skirt. 

Casey was standing there getting felt-up by Jake as she removed her top and sports bra. This time when her milk came down, she offered her breasts to Jake and he eagerly sucked them both dry. Again I said nothing in protest either while Jake was there or after he left. I just sort of figured the job security Casey's minor sexual cavorting was creating was worth it. It turned out I was right. 

Later that week, the layoffs were starting to get especially cutthroat and the third shift was no longer immune to the cuts. Jake moved me into a protected position, similar to the franchise player designation in pro football. When I asked if it was because of the beer and Casey mornings, he replied, 

"No, though that would do it. It is simple Danny. You know all the processes on the third shift pulp prep. No one else knows them all. I consider you the most valuable asset on my team, so I protected you." 

"Thank you Jake." Was my response, and though it occurred to me it might be a lie, it didn't matter. My job was secure and if that meant that Casey had to strip and be fondled and suckled by Jake every morning, then sobeit. She wasn't unhappy about having to do these things, and it wasn't hurting me any or making me uneasy. 

Jake was taking more and more liberties with Casey now. When he hugged her in the morning, his hand would slip under her shorty robe and freely fondle her ass. Casey didn't seem to mind and in fact, usually wore a thong panty now, so Jake could get to her ass easier. It didn't seem to bother me either. In fact I found it sexually exciting to watch him have his way with my young wife's hot little body. His hands gripping her ass, lifting the robe, so I got a good view of what he was doing to her. 

While he sucked her breasts dry, his hands would wander up under her skirt. I didn't know whether he was just fondling her ass and thighs, or if he was manipulating her pussy under her skirt too. It didn't really matter, I guess. I was enjoying watching whatever he was doing to Casey and she seemed to be enjoying it too. Then one morning during the second week of Casey dancing and Jake emptying her breasts for her, Jake released the button at the side of the tiny cheerleader skirt and it fell to the floor around Casey's ankles. Jake's hand then slipped into her tiny lace bikini panties. She still wore the bikini panties with the cheerleader uniform in keeping with how she wore it in school, though she would have a thong on most mornings under her robe. 

Almost as if they had been doing this for years, when Jake slipped his hand into her panties, Casey dutifully spread her legs wider to allow Jake's hand to access her womanly charms without hindrance. After a brief moment I saw the crotch of Casey's panties rising and falling as Jake's finger sawed in and out of her honey pot. So my pretty young wife stood there, legs spread, dancing off the end of my boss's finger and tongue. 

After only a few minutes Casey reached the edge and rolled over the top. Casey had never been a vocal lover, rarely doing more than heavy panting while we fucked. But when her orgasm came, the entire neighborhood was aware something was going on in our apartment from the loud moan Casey verbalized. 

"Oh my fucking Gawd. I'm cumming you bastard." Throwing her head back and arching her back she let out a long lusty moan as the orgasm swept through her. She grasp handfuls of hair on either sides of Jake's head.

"I'm cumming. Oh this feels so fucking good." Casey's body writhed and shook as her release ricocheted throughout her crotch, then washed over her body. Jake just kept up sucking her breasts and finger-banging her cunt. 

After what seemed an interminable amount of time, her orgasm subsided. Jake continued to suckle her breasts and finger-bang her cunt until she had to stop him. Casey had told me that once her breasts were dry and her milk was gone, her nipples became extremely sensitive. I had equated that to how sensitive the head of my dick got after I cum from a blow job, so Casey stopped Jake's efforts. Jake held his fingers up to Casey's mouth and without being told, she licked them clean of her girl juices. Then Jake placed his hands on Casey's shoulders and applied pressure until Casey began to bend at the knees and started lowering herself to a kneeling position between Jake's spread legs. 

"Time to return what I gave you bitch." Jake said, the bitch not a derogatory slam, but rather an erotic touch to the moment, based on the tone and inflection he used when he said it. 

Casey deftly unzipped and unbuttoned the fly of Jake's jeans, releasing his flagging cock. Jake's cock was bigger than any I had ever seen. Except perhaps for those rare occasions in the Army where I had seen black soldiers showering. Jake's cock was only partially erect, yet it was already as big around as Casey's wrist and as long as her forearm. Casey stroked it almost lovingly, bringing it to full erection. The bulbous head flared like a large mushroom and started moving toward a purple color as the blood of his lust rushed into it to make the member useable for breeding. 

Casey stroked and licked and when she couldn't get to his balls to lick them, she stopped and pulled Jake's jeans down further to allow her access to his entire crotch. She licked his balls briefly, then moved to the head and started to inhale the beast.  

Though not very experienced and so therefore a little lacking on technique, Casey made up for it with her enthusiasm. Casey enjoyed sucking cock, and wasn't afraid to admit it either, and unlike a lot of women, Casey would admit to drawing pleasure from the act and not just drawing pleasure because she knew she was giving pleasure to the man, but that she enjoyed it, as well. 

She bobbed her head on the first few inches, then tried to take more until she gagged when his cock started trying to enter her throat. Usually once Casey gagged, the blow job was over, but not this morning. Casey would gag herself on nearly every bob, but kept going. Jake's hand was resting lightly on the back of Casey's head, and he wasn't trying to force-fuck her throat or anything, so Casey was the one trying to take more and more of Jake's giant member into her mouth and throat. 

Casey was trying to deep-throat Jake, something she had never attempted with me. 

Occasionally she would cast her eyes my direction and look up at me, never stopping the loving attention her mouth and hands were giving to Jake's cock, the glint in her eyes evidence of her sexual arousal. Her eyes also seemed to be seeking my approval, and when I winked at her she redoubled her efforts on Jake's cock. 

Jake did finally hold Casey's head onto his cock. He grasp either side of her head and bellowed like a mad man. It was apparent he was spewing his lusty load into Casey's vigorously sucking oral orifice. Jake cumming in Casey's mouth was also a new 'milestone' for her. The one time I had lost control and shot off in her mouth, she had come up spitting and sputtering and I had been cutoff from sex for a couple of weeks for my transgression. But Casey never escaped a drop of Jake's lusty spew. She sucked and swallowed until Jake's cock started getting soft, then released him, licked her lips and got a satisfied look on her face. 


Job Security and Fringe Benefits



It was 8:05 Monday morning, and I had barely settled into my office chair when the phone rang. "Good morning, Brad, this is Emma, from Jeremy's office. As you know he will be away for a while, but he left me a folder on the Actuarial Re-alignment Project and asked me to discuss it with you. I need you to block out a couple of hours to go over it with me. Can you do that for me?"

One does not mess with Jeremy, and one REALLY does not mess with Emma! "Certainly, Emma, I'll need till about nine to make sure that everything is going ok here, then I can give you the rest of the morning. Would that be ok?"

"Wonderful Brad! I'll see you at nine, thanks so much." 

The phone clicked, leaving me shaking my head. Was that really Emma? How could anyone be that excited about a project like that? And generally, getting a good morning out of her was considered a gift. Jeremy was the executive VP of the Actuarial Division, and Emma was his Executive Assistant. Since insurance companies live and die with actuarial data, both were very important figures in the company. Jeremy was an important cog in the wheel, even though, at 70, he was out as often as in. Emma, late 40 something and unmarried, had been with him for about 20 years, the last 10 as his assistant, after having been promoted from secretary. Everyone knew she really ran the division, having taken over all the day to day responsibilities, even though she was not an actuary. 

As VP of Information Systems I always was the first to review new system requests, and this was obviously a big one. I called my boss, the exec VP, to give him a heads up that it was coming down the pike, then checked with my supervisors that nothing needed my attention. 

That done, I headed for the washroom, brushed my teeth, and checked that I had no lint on my suit. One thing that worried me was the smell of Brandy. As I was about to get out of bed this morning, she leaned over and gave me a really deep long kiss. One thing led to another and I ended up fucking the daylights out of her with a delicious quickie. Any time Brandy is ready, I am. But as a result, I didn't have time for a shower, and although I had washed up a bit I was very conscious that the luscious smells of her perfume and her cum were still on me. In fact, I was enjoying them. Oh well, there wasn't much I could do about that now. 

At 8:59 I walked into the outer office and Emma immediately got up from her desk and came forward to greet me. The first thing I noticed was her platinum blonde hair. It was down, reaching almost to her waist on her back. In the past I had never seen it as anything but a large bun on the back of her head. It could have been almost mistaken for gray, but I had known her long enough to be fairly sure the color was natural. As she came towards me she very obviously reached behind her head and pulled the shiny tresses forward, over her shoulder. Then she divided it so that half trailed down each side of her face and over her breasts. She was looking right at me the whole time, and it was unbelievably sexy!

With an uncharacteristic smile she took my hand and said, "Thanks for coming on such short notice; I know you are very busy down there." Right then I didn't have to worry about Brandy's scent, Emma gave off a deliciously sweet, fruity smell. 

Of course I said it was no problem, and pretended I was glad to be there and eager to get started.

"Brad, I'll close up this office so we are not interrupted, and we can use Jeremy's suite. It's much more comfortable and private." 

Another surprise, I had only been in that inner sanctum once or twice before. First, she got us coffee. It's a wonder she didn't ask me to do it. She even suggested I take off my jacket.

We sat together on the large upholstered couch and she started pulling various sheets out of the folder, laying them out on the large low table in front of it. She quickly ticked off the various items, not spending any time on them, and finally showed me a thick project summary, which she said I could read through when I had time, and get back to her with any questions that I had. Her entire presentation took about 20 minutes.

The whole time, she sat with her leg pressed against mine, and her skirt rode up to well above her knees, revealing the dark but very sheer hosiery she wore. As she talked, she had used her hands, touching me for emphasis, first on the arm, and after a few minutes, on the top of my leg. When she finished her very quick run-through, she leaned slowly back on the couch, letting her hand slide up my pant-leg all the way from my knee my hip. I had never seen Emma remotely like this before, and when she took her glasses off and smiled at me, I realized she was really a mature but very attractive woman. 

"Now tell me, Brad, how are things with you these days? I have heard great things about you from Brent. I expect that when he moves up here, you may be in line for his position."

I gulped. That was all news to me, but since Brent, my boss, is an actuary, it made sense. But this was a really odd way to hear all this. And when her hand slid across my shoulders I gulped again. She leaned towards me until her lips were almost on my ear, and said softly, "I expect that will mean you and I will be working very closely. In fact, if Brent brings his assistant here with him, it would mean I would be available to be yours. If you want." 

I got it. Emma was looking for job security, and getting a jump on the whole situation. And on me. The next second, her other arm went across my chest, and her tongue started teasing my ear. I gasped at the sudden and totally unexpected pleasurable sensation. She pulled her legs up on the couch and turned her body so she was leaning on me. As I turned my head to her, saying, "Emma! What the h ...," her lips covered mine, and she pressed me back into the soft cushions of the couch. Her breasts were pressing hard against my chest, and her lips and body started moving against me at the same time. 

She forced her tongue into my mouth, and instinctively, the tip of mine found it. She moaned and pressed harder against me. I felt her hand slide slowly down my side and over the top of my leg. When it reached my knee this time, it slid back up the inside of my thigh. I shuddered as I felt the tips of her fingers touch the outline of my already hardening cock. Slowly, I moved my free arm to wrap around her back, holding her against me. This all happened so suddenly I had no time to really think what was happening, but damn! She felt good! 

As she felt my touch, she gave a moan of contentment, and seemed to relax against me, her entire weight pressed against my chest. When her lips finally released mine, she pulled back about an inch and breathed, "Since there is a chance for us work together, I want you to realize what you'll be getting. I assure you it all comes with the package." As her hand took a firm grip on the bulge in my pants, she added, "I think you will like the fringe benefits, and I know I will!" 

Without taking her arm from my shoulders, she shifted on the couch and straddled my legs with her knees, sitting back until her firm ass was resting on my thighs. Once again, she leaned forward and smothered my mouth with hers before I could say anything. But it didn't matter, I was speechless anyway. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled us tight together, grinding her obviously ample breasts into my chest. Her lips ground on mine until I moaned deeply, into her mouth. Knowing she had me, for the moment, anyway, she broke off the kiss and started kissing me slowly, moving from my face, to my neck, to my ears, to my throat. I felt her tongue each time her lips touched me, and her occasional little nips, although she was very careful not to leave a mark.

I had folded both arms around her now, and was not able to resist pulling her even tighter against my chest. Then I felt her start to rock very slowly, and since her skirt had ridden almost up around her waist, I knew her panties were rubbing directly on the now rock hard bulge of my cock. It was her turn to moan, against my skin. I slid my hands slowly down her back, and over the smooth round cushions of her ass. I squeezed as she rocked, and her breathing deepened. So did mine, as she started moving faster, pressing down against me. I squeezed and kneaded her firm behind, and she changed her rocking to a circular motion. 

She whispered softly, into my ear, "Do you like that Brad? As much as I do? My god, your cock feels so hard. And big!"

I didn't speak, but instead, slid my hands up her back to her shoulders, and my fingers found the zipper to her dress. Very slowly, I slid it down, and she gasped. She had her answer. As it reached the small of her back she shrugged her shoulders until the dress started to slide down her arms. With both hands, I slipped it off her shoulders, and she sat back as I pulled the top free of her. She was wearing a gorgeous light pink satin bra, and her nipples were large and hard under the smooth material. My fingers found them, and as I squeezed, she gave a loud gasp and sigh, and pressed against my hands. "Oh god, Brad, you found my weakness. I'm begging you, play with my nipples!" There is nothing I like better, and immediately complied, squeezing and pulling through the slick fabric. 

She reached behind her, and with practiced hands, undid the clasp of her bra. I felt it loosen, and watched as she moved her hands to her breasts, holding the cups and very slowly sliding it down, pausing when the tops of her nipples were just visible. She stared at me as she gradually exposed them to me, and then slid the bra off and bared herself to my eyes.

But then, she reached behind and once again and pulled her hair over her shoulders, letting it conceal her breasts. Her fingers made a ring around each hank of hair, above her breasts, and swished it back and forth slightly, never quite exposing herself entirely to me. But I could see the hair rubbing against those sensitive buds was having quite an effect on her. Her eyes closed and her breathing became ragged, and once again, her hips rolled, grinding hard now, against my cock. I could resist no longer and swept the hair aside, grasping and squeezing her breasts, my thumbs on her nipples. She moaned and emitted little cries as my fingers kneaded and my thumbs made little circles. 

When I leaned forward and sucked in one of her incredibly hard nipples, both of her hands went to the back of my head and her back arched as she forced her breast into my mouth. My lips nursed and my tongue ground against the hard tip, and she writhed as my arms held her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my godddd, how do you know what it is I like?" she whimpered as I caught the other breast in my hands and my fingers started squeezing, twisting, and pulling on the tip. The harder I did, the more she seemed to love it, and her constant moans and screams filled the room. I knew for sure why we were in the inner sanctum. 

Her breasts were gorgeous, hanging slightly, but the size of small grapefruit, round and firm in my hands. I was in no hurry at all to stop worshipping them, but she put both hands on my shoulders and pushed back from me. She sat there for a minute, panting and gasping, a sheen of sweat on her chest, a look almost of awe, on her face. "Oh my god! She said. "I didn't expect you to be like this! Job or no job, if you treat my tits like that, you can do it any time you want! Jeremy used to glance at them, give me a squeeze and say "Nice tits, baby," and start clawing at my panties. Anyhow, that was a long time ago." The last was said so wistfully said I knew it was true. 

She leaned forward again, and rested her breasts against my shirt, and gently kissed me as I put my arms around her once more. I felt her hands slide between us and her fingers undid my tie, then the buttons on my shirt. She pushed back just enough to pull off the tie, then helped me slip the shirt off. She grabbed my T-shirt and grunted as she pulled it loose, then over my head as I held my arms up. She pressed hard against my naked chest, and we both gasped loudly as skin touched skin. She smiled at me as she moved back and forth and her amazing breasts slid softly over me. I could feel the hard nipples leaving little trails. She closed her eyes, head back, arched against me, sighing softly as she enjoyed the feeling. I did, indeed, know her secret, her breasts were the key to her soul, and she was making sure I got the message. 

I know she was reluctant to break the contact, but at last she slid off of me and knelt on the carpet. Pushing my legs apart, she moved forward and started undoing my pants, as I watched transfixed, enjoying the constant swaying of her breasts. There were two large wet spots, one from the pre-cum I had been oozing in copious amounts, and the other from where her dripping-wet panties had pressed on me. She grasped the waistband of my pants and said, "Lift!" And as I dutifully pushed up off the couch, she slid the pants off of me. 

Seeing the huge bulge in my briefs she looked up at me with a big smile, just before her lips attacked. Her hands slid up and down my inner thighs as her lips kissed up and down the length of me. She kissed, licked, then sucked the large area soaked with my pre-cum. Looking up again, she licked her lips. "More!" she said, as she yanked the briefs off of me. As good as her word, she grasped me with one and hand licked and sucked on the tip, even slipping the tip of her tongue in my cock hole. When she had gotten every taste she started kissing down my shaft, then pressed it back against my stomach, licking up the bottom. She kept a hard grip on me, and all I could do was writhe with pleasure. She amazed me when she spit on her hands and started stroking me with long hard strokes. My hands were fists at my sides, trying to withstand the terrible pleasure. 

At long last, she looked up and winked at me. The next moment, her lips slid over me, and down my shaft. She could not begin to take all of me, but gamely pushed down until she gagged. My hands had a use now, going to her head and pushing gently. She tried a little harder, and I felt the tip slip into her throat. She lasted a second or two, but then came up coughing and gasping, saliva dripping from her mouth and coating my shaft. But after just a moment, her head went back down again, even harder, and went much further. I held her down, and I could feel her trying to swallow me. Tears and her mascara were running down her face when she came up again, but she smiled and gasped out, "Oh my god, that's so exciting, having that monster in my throat! My cunt is so wet I thought I was going to cum!"

CUNT? From Emma? There was a lot I didn't know about this woman, and I was aching to find out more! As her head went down again I wasted no time pushing down hard, and her head went all the way down until her lips pressed around the base of my cock. I let go at once, but she remained in that position, not lifting her head until she ran out of breath. Tears were streaming down her face, and the mascara was all over me, but she gasped out, "Oh yes, that was so fucking good! Treat me like a slut, you animal!" 

I was unbelievably excited by her actions and her words, and I decided to see of she was as good as her word. I grabbed her long hair in both hands and pulled her up till she was standing. I stood in front of her and yanked the rest of the dress down over her hips with one motion, and with the next motion her sopping panties were gone. I bent my head and, sucking in one of her pebbly nipples, bit down on it hard, holding her as I pulled back against it. She growled, but pulled back against me, stretching herself even more.

When I let go, I spun her around so fast she didn't have time to think, and in one motion I lifted her and threw her gently on the couch. She landed face down and pulled her legs up under her, but when she started to lift her head, I pushed it down against the cushion, then grabbed her hips with both hands. I pressed my cock against her and the moment I slipped inside, I rammed it in all the way. She shrieked, and bounced with the force of my thrust, but then turned her head back to me and shouted, "You bastard! Split me in half! Give it to me! HARD!" 

Without hesitation, I started ramming into her, my thighs slapping against her large round cheeks. She picked up my rhythm and started pushing back against me, making sure she got all of me with every stroke. In moments both of us were breathing hard, panting, but that only made me redouble my efforts. My fingers were digging into her hips, and I could see she had one hand on a breast and was pulling hard on the nipple. When I picked up the pace even more she screamed, "OH FUCK!! Keep going, don't stop! Oooooooooooo fuck, I'm gonna cum!!" 

In another moment, she fell forward, held up only by my hands, and started writhing against me and the couch. She was bucking, making high pitched hoarse screams, and her fists were pounding against the couch. I would have loved cumming in her at that moment, but I wanted more of her first. When she stopped squirming I lowered her to the couch and grabbed her hair again, pulling her up to a sitting position. I didn't have to say a word, as she immediately grabbed my shaft and shoved me into her mouth, licking her juices off of it. After a couple of quick strokes she rammed her mouth down over it, gurgling as she gagged when it went into her throat, but never stopping until she had all of me. She looked up at me with her mouth full, eyes shining, a look of triumph on her face. 

She started stroking hard, obviously loving her work. When I looked down I realized she had two fingers in her pussy, and was fucking herself hard in time with her strokes. After a minute I grabbed her head and pulled her against me again, holding her until I could see she needed to breathe. When I pulled her head back a stream of saliva ran from her mouth and she was gasping, chest heaving. When she could speak again, she said, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD! I Love it! It's been so long! Brad, please, fuck me again NOW! I want you to cum all over me. Oh god I love being your slut!"

I pushed her onto the couch and slid between her and the back, lying behind her, both of us on our sides. She lifted one leg over mine, and I slipped my cock into her from behind. It had been a few minutes now since I'd fucked her, and we both moaned as I slid deeper and deeper, not stopping till I had her impaled on me. She was still very wet, but a little tighter now, and she felt sooooooooo fucking good!

As I started to fuck her I reached around with one hand, grasping a breast and squeezing, eliciting a growl from her as my fingers pressed into her soft flesh. She started ramming back against me hard, telling me she wanted more and she wanted it now! I obliged, and as I started pounding into her I bit down against her shoulder, making sure it was where any mark wouldn't show. Her head flew back and she growled, "Ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhhh! Hurt me! Make me be a good slut!" I was not used to this at all, but it was intensely exciting. 

Her cunt must have been on fire, because she was running a river, trying to put it out. Her juices ran down her legs and onto Jeremy's outrageously expensive couch. Our bodies slapping together sounded like I was hitting her with a wet towel. There was no hesitation now; this was only going one way. As I started pounding into her as fast and hard as I could, she started making little high-pitched noises with each stroke, reaching back and grabbing me, trying to make me slam her even harder. When she came, her body lifted from the couch, pressing back against me, and her strangled scream barely made it out of her mouth, she was so short of breath. I kept slamming her as she rotated her hips, feeling the waves roll back and forth inside her. 




Job Security and Fringe Benefits



As I felt my cock start to tingle, I managed to gasp out to her, "Where do you want it, Emma?"

Between grunts, she replied, "My face, my mouth! Make me drink your cum!" 

I jumped up from behind her and she rolled onto her back. I rammed my cock into her mouth and the first half of my load poured into her throat. Then I pulled back and the remainder splattered all over her face, spurt after spurt. When I relaxed she grabbed me and slid me deep in her mouth again. Sucking, making sure she got every drop. After I finally slid out again, she used her finger to scrape up all the puddles and strands of my cum, licking and swallowing each one, her eyes never wavering from mine. When I fell onto the couch and squeezed my arms around her, I could still feel the wetness on her face and taste myself on her lips. We lay still for several minutes, not speaking, totally spent. 

When we finally relaxed a little she said quietly to me, "You will get the job, I'll speak to Jeremy and he will take care of it. I hope you pick me as your assistant; we can have a great career together, but even if not, I will have a good job in the company, and you can always find me. I don't know of anyone else around here that can do me like that!"

We kissed for a few minutes, and I thanked her, making no commitment about the job, simply saying, "We both know we aren't going to make this a one time thing." In my own mind I was pretty sure she would get it with no problem, though. I thought about Brandy, and knew that I loved her very much. She had carried my children and she still had me, but she was never into such wild, unfettered sex. On the other hand, that's all Emma wanted me for, and just what I needed from her. It was a perfect fit. I could find someone else to do the job, I was sure, but not with such amazing fringe benefits.

I nuzzled her once more and said, "I would have never guessed, Emma, and it will be our secret as far as I'm concerned. But Emma, what would Jeremy say if he knew about this?"

She replied, "Damn! I wish I could still do that!"



Job Security Ch. 01



Chapter 1: The Beginning 

About ten years ago my husband and I were fully entrenched in the American way of life. David was a couple of years older than me, had a great middle management job with a software firm that employed about 200 people, we had a two year old son and a nice home in a really great neighborhood. I had been able to quit work and stay at home. The problem was we were fully extended and was totally dependent on all of his income.

When the firm lost one of their larger accounts it was no secret that something had to happen personnel wise. It wasn't so much that there were to be layoffs, but more that somebody was going to have to step down a little or be transferred out of state. Either one would have killed us. I felt that with his education and track record he didn't have to worry. He reminded me that he wasn't the only one with those credentials and that all of this would eventually come down to something personal with the owners of the company rather than job performance. I realized he was right. This company was loaded with talent. 

Danny, the owner of the company, was in his early forties and had a wife that looked 10 years younger than him. They were very wealthy from hard work and his brilliant mind and were both the nicest and most attractive people you would ever want to meet. Very generous with pay and benefits, they almost doted over their employees and were very quick and generous with hugs and kisses. Everybody absolutely loved them and turnover in the company was non-existent. 

We think the owners could feel the tension in the middle ranks about the job situation, so they threw sort of a "we're all okay" party at a nice local hotel. Their functions were always super and expensive in a down home sort of way. They were quick to be part of the service rather than king and queen of the ball. I got myself ready that night all the way to the point of actually putting on my clothes. We had a young babysitter coming in and I got her situated before I finished dressing. Due to our financial instability, I had opted not to buy anything new, but instead found a real nice dress I had in the closet for several years that I didn't think anyone had seen. It was light green, had a low cut neckline that fit pretty tight so there was not much to see down, and a loose skirt that fell about four inches above my knee. 

When I started to put it on I discovered that I blew it and had no panty hose to wear. We were pressed for time by then and I surely didn't want to expose the natural color of my legs since it was early April. After a quick digging through my room I came up with a pair of thigh high light brown hose that would do. I was a little concerned about the top of my hose being too close to the bottom of the skirt, but my choices were nil. Since I wasn't wearing pantyhose I chose to wear a real nice pair of black tap pants instead of panties that were very comfortable and made me feel sexy.

When we arrived at the party it was pretty well in full swing. It was in a large covered patio area with a small stage set up for some reason in front of dining tables. Way in the back there was a small horseshoe bar almost chest high to me that had only a very small side entrance area to it. They were only serving beer and wine and you can guess whom the bartenders were-the owners. I think they did it to make sure they could at least say hello to everyone. I would like to tell you that I really stuck out from the crowd but I didn't. There were lots of attractive employees and spouses there. If you were to have to name the company for a town it would have to be "Yuppie City." They all looked good, but certainly none more than Marty, the boss's wife. 

After I had my glass and we had made a few rounds visiting, Marty quietly waved me over and motioned for me to come behind the bar. She gave me a big hug and asked me to do her a big favor. 

"All of this bartending seemed to be a good idea at first but it's a big mistake. It's all right for him to be here, but I need to be out milling with the guest and making sure the proceedings are on schedule. Could you do me a huge favor and work the bar for a while."

"Sure, I'd love to." I'd given a hand at some of their events in the past and besides, what was I to say?

"There's nothing to it. All you're going to do is fill some glasses and greet people you already know." With that, she apologized for intruding on my evening and went into the crowd. She was right. I knew I would see everyone and my husband was already circulating with the men so I didn't mind it at all. Besides, it just wasn't a real prime time to say no. 

"Oh, I can't believe I got so lucky as to share duties with you." Danny acted like he was thrilled to see me, gave me a big long hug and a quick soft kiss on the cheek. I gave it little thought, started serving and had a really great time. 

Dinner was actually a wonderful finger food buffet. He was very gracious and brought us both plates back with way too much food. We had one small bar stool which I could hardly sit on and still see, but he could with his shoulders coming above the bar. I stood while I ate, but that was okay. It was a small space and very shortly after I had gone in there he started touching me casually, an arm around the waist, a hand on my hip as he had to reach around me, ever now and than a slight brushing of my breast. It became more evident as it went on, but I chose not to pay a lot of attention to it. I knew he was a touchy kind of person and it would have been awkward to say or do anything.   

I just made sure I didn't do anything. It came to the point that when there was nobody around his arm was always around me, his hand constantly on my hip, and when I sat on the stool his hands were on my knees, sometimes massaging them slowly. He never said anything off color or made a gesture that frightened me, just small intimate stuff. Even as concerned as I was, it got to the point where I'm not too sure I wasn't starting to enjoy his attention. 

After everybody ate and the place was clean, the personnel director got up on the stage and made a few jokes, recognized the owners and a few others and said there was a surprise. And there was. They had brought in a magician that was wonderful. Everybody had pretty well filled their glasses or stopped drinking and moved close to the stage and sat down.  

"I hope you don't abandon me back here by myself. I still need to man the bar even though I think business is dead. We can still see good from back here." Marty was laughing, but I took it pretty seriously. We were way in back of the area and the touching had become more frequent. I was hoping to be rescued by my husband, but I noticed he managed to sit at the table with Marty, so things were going good for him. 

"Sure, I won't desert you at your time of crisis." I laughed with him. What else was I going to do?

The guy on the stage was really good and captivated the audience. I stood behind the bar and watched while Danny sat on the stool. I don't think anybody that bothered to look could see anything lower than our shoulders. About five minutes into the act and when everybody was obviously not going to move, he moved down off the stool and the gently touching resumed. It was around the waist at first, just rubbing the lower part of my back, sliding his hand down on my hips some, back up the full length of my back, and so on. It actually felt good, but I was really starting to wonder where this was going and was preparing myself to stop it somehow.

Sure enough, he slipped his hand around the front of me and gently started touching my stomach. I pulled away slightly, and he stopped. I assumed he had the idea and that it had come to an end. Instead, he took advantage of the very confined area, which kept me at an arms length. Again he made an advance, running his hand slowly up and down my leg outside my skirt for a few minutes, not roughly but very casually. Then the hand dropped below the hem to touch my legs. I knew for sure then I had a situation and didn't know what to do. 

"Danny, please." I whispered to him quietly. I tried stepping away but his left arm was around my waist and he didn't let go. However, he did cease touching me elsewhere.

My relief was intense, but temporary. To my dismay his hand slowly returned, rubbing my right leg. His hand moved down my leg and touched my knee at first but then started to move up. He was in no hurry and may have been trying to not alarm me any more than I was. My heart was beating like crazy and I could tell he had become intense. I took his hand and removed it from me, stepping away as far as I could in the confined space. 

"Stop, Danny. I think I should go." I was hoping the look I gave him was enough to end it.

It took him less than a minute to react. Never taking his eyes off the proceedings going on in front of us, he carefully slid his stool over next to me. Unwittingly, I had trapped myself in the small confines of the bar. The only way out was to go over the top of him. 

His arm went back around my waist and this time he didn't try to mask his intentions. He went straight down to my knee with his hand. In order to grab it I had to lean over slightly. I kept looking around to see if we were being watched but all attention was on the stage. Feeling like a trapped animal, my heart was beating fast and tears began to form in my eyes. How had I gotten into this? What had I done or said that would make him think I would allow him to do this? 

My reactions and self-examination didn't stop his hand. In spite of my hand trying to stop his, it had very slowly continued its advance up my leg. He suddenly reached the top of my stockings and his hand hit my bare leg. I guess he had expected me to be wearing panty hose and the sudden contact of flesh on flesh caught him by surprise.  

"O-o-o-o-h." His hand jerked and there was an audible gasp. He looked at me and his mouth sagged slightly. The unexpected flesh on flesh contact had definitely moved him.

I flinched, too. Even though he had been touching me for some time, it was different when his hand actually touched my flesh. I was in a combination of shock and dismay by that time. My three thoughts were where is this going, how do I ever get out of it, and why am I not as repulsed as I should be? I know that he was a really attractive, wonderful man, but he had no rights to me. However, he had a really slow, soft wonderful touch and I was feeling every bit of it. I have a tendency to become wet very easy and if it had been my husband sitting there teasing me in public I would have been soaking wet by this time. 

As it was, through my constant but quiet objections and my ever increasing attempt to dislodge his hand I was more than aware of the reaction from my body. Whether my morals objected or not, I knew myself well enough to know that the moisture was forming. My disapproval of the situation didn't change the fact that I could feel it. This was not going well at all!

That old saying, "The silence was deafening," would have fit us perfectly. I was screaming at him to stop without saying a word and he was telling me how excited he was without speaking, relating it to me through his now shaking fingertips. 

The magician kept captivating the audience, we stood back there as if it was the only thing going on, and his hands were slowly going higher and higher, touching every part of my right leg. There were slight touches with the other leg, but only a few brushes. He concentrated on that one leg, moving slowly up. It was starting to become a blissful torture for me. I was rocking my body back and forth a little, either in an effort to get away or an unwanted reaction instinctively keeping in rhythm with his touches. His arm had tightened considerable around my waist. I could only hear my heart and his breathing and don't think by that time I could see anything. We had both forgotten about the magician long ago and were only looking to see if anyone was coming near us, which they did not. How could I have allowed this to happen? 

"Please, Danny. I don't want this." My voice was breaking with a soft sob. I was still leaning over in order to keep my grasp on his wrist, but his hand had advanced high enough that my bent over position was less noticeable than before.

He smiled softly and said, "Okay," but his hand remained high on my leg. After what seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes, his hand went under my loose panties and slightly touched me, sliding his finger between my labia. As I suspected, I was very wet. He said "Oh, my goodness," very softly as he touched me and my knees sort of buckled. At that point it was a war of wills. He started brushing me with his fingertips, feeling the dampness and apparently enjoying my attempt to stop him. He teased me unmercifully before he moved to my clit. 

"O-o-o-h-h-h." No matter how upset I was or had anticipated this move, I jumped and let out a real low moan that he had to have heard. I had somehow become extremely sensitive there.

He was masterful. His touch was knowing and unbelievable soft. He brought me up to a level I couldn't believe and just left me hanging there for a long time. Despite the fact that I started slowly stamping my foot up and down to try to drive off the sensations, my hips were moving with his hand and I was ready to explode. 

I looked up one last time to see if there was a rescue in progress. Since there was obviously not, I pleaded one more time. "Please, Danny. Don't do this to me." It was very soft and quiet, my last stand, more emotional than physical as I finally released his wrist.

Finally, it came. I put my head down on my arms to stifle the sounds when it hit me. My hips went from following his hand to jerking like crazy and I was moving up and down and twisting behind the bar. Using his left hand, he pulled my dress behind me and up to my waist and held it there. This allowed him to watch the action, my legs and panties exposed. My white legs were in stark contrast to the dark colors of my hose and panties. 

"Ni-i-i-c-c-e," His voice was appreciative. "Not enough women wear stockings any more." I could feel his erection as he pressed against me.

He kept it up for a few minutes and I knew I was on my way to coming again. I couldn't seem to stop it. Just as he slowed down and I thought it was over, his hand left my clit and his finger went inside me. It was like it was starting all over again. Danny sensed my total surrender. "Relax and enjoy it, Syndee. You look and feel so good."

It wasn't so much that I was following his instructions, but more that my mind couldn't control the physical part of me any more. Folding my arms over the edge of the bar, I put my head face down on it, started gently stomping my foot again as my body convulsed, and started to come. The orgasm washed over me like a flood rather than a light rain. 

"A-a-a-h-h-h-h," my mouth moaned softly into my folded arms. Nobody could hear it but him, but he heard very well. All gentleness disappeared and he assaulted my pussy fast and hard. From the sounds coming out of him, he was immersed with personal satisfaction from watching and hearing my reactions to his touch. 

Other than looking up occasionally to survey the room, my thoughts were only on his fingers. My repulsion of the situation was gone. My conscience-vanished! The only thing I was aware of was the constant high-speed ramming my pussy was getting, then the short trip they would make up to my swollen clit for a while, then back down and in, roughly entering in long strokes. I was caught in the middle, had no control over it, and he wouldn't stop. 

Suddenly, I realized the show was over. Luckily, no one had come near us but rather gathered towards the stage. Danny slowly (maybe reluctantly) moved his hands away from me, allowing me to come down off my high. He never tried to talk to me during all of this, maybe thinking it would spoil it. Once I was able to regain my composure, I got a quick kiss on the cheek from him and a knowing hug and that was it. When he turned away I saw him lick his fingers.

Shortly after that Marty came over, gave me a huge hug and kiss and thanked me for helping. She just gushed over how nice I had been. When we went home David thanked me profusely for being sensitive to the situation. Surprisingly, we had super sex that night, with him remarking about and enjoying how wet I was. I woke up the next morning very confused. I was caught with mixed feelings of guilt and pleasure, but also knew that I certainly hadn't hurt my husband's job any. It was a real blow to my morals and self-respect, but I knew it was a one-time mistake on my part that would never happen again. Or so I thought. 

THE POOL PARTY 

I wasn't at all happy about what had happened and was more than a little concerned about whether Danny was going to keep all this to himself. I sure didn't want to be the subject of office gossip and it would have been devastating to my family. But as time wore on a little and it was evident that he had more to lose than me, I became a little more comfortable with it. Plus, I got hand written thank you notes from both of them for giving a hand. It even got to the point that when I thought back about it I sometimes would touch myself, not always to orgasm but certainly to a nice pleasurable level. It was, in fact, a mental rather than physical ordeal and I felt I could deal with that under the circumstances. And it had felt wonderful, right or wrong.

As far as my husband's work was concerned, things started happening just as we had anticipated. One of my husband's counterparts was transferred to Los Angeles in order to stay employed. He left before his wife, and I happened to drop by her house just as they were being packed out. She told me that they had been treated as fair as possible, with the company paying for moving and some closing cost. However, when we were out of the earshot of the moving men she started tearing up and said that it was killing them financially in that they had to sell the house without getting any cash out of it and there was no way they could buy a house in LA on what he got paid. They were moving into a real nice apartment, but no home. I went away from the visit with a new fear that I could not shake. It may not have happened to us, but it had happened to SOMEBODY and it was going to happen again. 

Weeks later, we received a formal invitation for a late night fireworks party on the 4th of July at the owners house. Since most of us had children, they were nice about it and said they knew not everybody could come, but there would be some important guests there they would appreciate as much participation as possible. The 4th was on a Sunday that year with Monday the day off from work. We quickly decided to be there and let them know. We still thought this was no time to take chances. We were told about 50 would attend, plus the guests. 

That weekend was spent with my family not far away and we left our son there to be picked up Monday. When we started to get dressed for the party there wasn't so much of a decision about what to wear. Bathing suit. I looked at what I had and put on the one I thought would be most appropriate for the occasion. It was very conservative, covering all of my buttocks and not too low up top. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, David came by and said "You look good, Granny, " laughed and walked on. I got the picture. I went back into the closet and brought out a black one that I had bought on sale late last year but had never worn. I put it on and admitted I did look good. The low cut top showed my breast well and the bottom was cut high on the hips so that I was showing generously without being obscene. I was concerned about it until we got there and I saw what the other women were wearing. Lots of skin, two piece jobs, etc. The boss's wife was wearing a two-piece white suit I would never have had the nerve to put on. She was a knockout in it and the attention she got could not be ignored. I was glad I had changed into something a little more provocative. David was right. I would have looked like somebody's sister. 




Job Security Ch. 01



This was not the first time we had been to their house, but it was the first time during the summer. They had resisted the temptation to move north of town with the new money and build a big fancy house up there. Instead, they bought an old mansion in the older southern part of town and had it totally renovated. It was beautiful and must have cost a fortune. It was sitting on a small hill. On one side of the house was a large city park, which was where the fireworks would be going off well after sundown. On the other side, you walked down a gravel path to a huge swimming pool, complete with lights and a very small bathhouse. It was probably 40 yards from the house to the pool, separated in part by a small wooded area. What caught a lot of attention were the portable black lights around the pool. 

There were no children. Everybody was enjoying the pool in the 100-degree weather. Food and drink was abundant, but most were more than aware of the two guests there and stayed away from drinking too much. The food was a different story and was wonderful as usual. Everybody got through eating and they removed everything just as it got dark. It was a great party, and our hosts were perfect. 

After the area was clear and it was pitch dark (it was still 45 minutes before the fireworks) the personnel director yelled out "Everybody in the pool!" We all got in, including the host and guests. Then they did the neatest thing. They brought out a bag of plastic balls about the size of softballs and started throwing them into the pool until everybody had one. We saw that there were numbers on each ball. We were told that there was a list matching each number to a money prize ranging from a five to a hundred dollar bill with one special grand prize ball. The idea was to start getting rid of your ball within the confines of the pool until you had a ball that you felt lucky with and then you held onto it until it was over. When everybody thought they were set, they were going to count to ten, during which time you could get rid of your ball to see it there were any trades. Sounded easy, then he said to wait a second. All at once the lights went out and the black lights went on. The balls were fluorescent and glowing like crazy under the lights, but you could hardly see anything or anybody around you. What you COULD see were white bathing suits and Marty's was very prominent. 

A whistle blew, those balls started flying and it was the craziest thing you ever saw. It was a blast and everybody was having fun. You couldn't quite pick out features of people but you could detect certain voices. But other than that you were almost in a wet vacuum. It was a great idea, whoever did it. 

I could recognize some voices (my husbands across the pool) but not many. Then, after a while, I could hear Danny getting closer and closer to me. It crossed my mind to be quiet and I tried to move on, but it was too late. All at once he was right there beside me. He spoke in my ear about the chaos and we both laughed about it. Then he took the ball I had in my hand and replaced it with another.   

"Don't even think about getting rid of this ball." He told me not to let go of that ball no matter what and don't take a chance of getting it confused with another. I didn't know the deal, but grasped it with both hands. 

He stopped talking but didn't leave my side, which started to bother me a little bit. Those balls were flying all over the place but the two of us had become a quiet little cove over to one side of the middle of madness. Then it happened. I winced as he slowly stroked my arm very gently, almost as you would a child. I moved away slightly, but he moved with me and never lost contact with my skin. I made a serious move to leave, but a strong gentle arm came around my waist, immobilizing me, and a voice whispered, "Stay with me." 

My body trembled with dread when I heard him say that. I knew what was going on. Of all the stupid things, what came to my mind was that old saying, "First time shame on you, second time shame on me." Then, as he moved his hands over my stomach and down my thighs I thought what the hell is he doing, right here in the middle of these people. Right in the middle of these unknowing, unconcerned people. I had a husband there, someplace, tending to a guest, not knowing his wife was literally in the hands of another man. 

But that didn't help me. I had a set of very knowing hands revisiting a body that had shown before to be vulnerable to his touch. He slipped his hands around and I could feel their strength kneading my ass, and my muscles squeezed involuntarily. Not a good sign for me, but a huge encouragement for him. He drew me very close and I could smell him, the heat of him washing over my body in what I assumed was a pink flush. He pulled my hips back hard against him, pressing his huge erection against the cheeks of my ass. It was the only thing that I was aware of in the midst of all the activity. I knew we were going to be caught. This was madness. 

Then, slowly, one hand slid up to my breast, concealed in darkness under water. He went under my suit and I gasped as his hand cupped me, teasing the tip between the pad of his thumb and a finger. The other hand slid down my stomach, gently tracing around my navel on the way down to my thighs and very slowly starting to come back up. Try as I may, I couldn't get away from the intrusion and my reactions actually resulted in me squirming back against his erection. My breast started to rise up and down in the water; shimmering with the short breaths I was taking. 

When I felt his fingers search the wet edge around the leg of my suit, sliding under it, that was it! Shocked, I grasped his hand. "Danny" I said softly, "Stop it. Somebody is going to see you." I could only whisper with others within earshot.

He whispered softly in my ear "Is that why you want me to stop?" As he said it, he slipped a finger inside my suit and trailed it up and down my pussy, teasing but not entering. My lips are oversized to start with and very sensitive. I couldn't help it. I knew he could hear panting and feel my involuntary contractions and was hoping he was the only one that did. Even though we were not in the middle of the rowdy crowd, I was being very sensitive to alerting them. 

I tried to move away from him but he held me close. Pulling and holding back my suit leg with his left hand, he slipped his right one between my wet slit. When it hit those nerves, I arched my back, stifling an unwanted moan that I knew was on my lips. My mind refused to work, frozen in that crowd. How did this happen again? Am I telegraphing something to him? But all my thoughts were turning to his hand between my legs, the only other sensation being the pressure from his erection pressed against my cheeks. 

Then, merciful, merciful release. The lights came on and it was over. My God, I escaped, although it was with a body that was on fire. I looked down and his erection was easily visible even through the water. He saw me look and laughed. "Guess who's not going to get out of the pool," he laughed, me with him. It was a nervous laugh, but I could afford to be laughing now. 

It was pitch dark by that time and we heard a loud boom, which was the fireworks people telling us the show was about to start. Everybody scrambled to get their numbers from the balls turned in. Turned out nobody got less than twenty, with a number of fifties and hundreds. It really went over well. 

David was already gone with the guest. (He wasn't missing a beat) I was getting my stuff together when Marty came over and gave me a big hug. Then she dropped the bombshell. 

"I know I always seem to lean on you, Syndee, but could you stay back a few minutes to help Danny put everything back?" I couldn't believe it. I was going to say no? I said sure, I'd help her. She thanked me and said she was on the way up with the guest but Danny needed to be there soon and for me to make him. 

Trapped! I could not believe it. I started picking up a few things as I saw her disappear up the hill and he was throwing stuff out of the pool. When everybody was gone, he came out of the pool, locked up the equipment in the storage, and turned out the lights. I was so relieved. I dodged that bullet, even though I was still tingling like crazy inside. I picked up my stuff and started walking away. 

"Wait, Syndee. Just a second." His voice coming out of the dark was soft but very strong. I froze in place and started shaking as he approached. I couldn't see him well, but I was sure he was still burdened with that unfulfilled erection. He found me easily with the safety lights that were still on. Taking my bag out of my hands, he turned me around and wrapped his arms around me, pressing himself up against my ass. Not only was his erection there, but very apparent through his trunks. He felt me tense up with the contact.

"Relax, Syndee. It's just me." His voice was soft and coaxing, but very ominous to a mind searching for an escape route. Slowly, he reached around me and removed the cover I had put on over my bathing suit. As hot as it was, I had put it on for modesty rather than warmth.

"Danny, please. We need to go." My voice was more pleading than strong.

"We'll go in a minute. I've wanted to be alone with you for a long time."

Taking my hand, he pulled me over to the large stairs leading back down into the pool. There were still underwater lights on in the pool but they were very dim at best and set far apart. He pulled me over to a spot where there was very little light and the water was just below my breast.

"Danny, I want to leave now."

"In a minute. Right now, this is all just perfect." 

Just as he said it there was a huge explosion that seemed almost overhead. It was the start of the fireworks. It was well advertised that the display itself would be thirty-seven minutes long, so I knew my predicament would be short lived. 

Danny was aware of it, too. Without a word or any warning, he pressed up hard against me, pinning me to the side of the pool. His mouth went to mine quickly, but strong and soft. He stayed there so long and searched my lips and tongue such that I responded, thinking that maybe this was all that he wanted. Through my objections and misgivings, the thought crossed my mind that I had not been kissed like that for a long time. Though unwanted, it was nice.

I should have known that, under the circumstances, I was just kidding myself about his motives. My hands had been on his chest the whole time in a feeble attempt to push him away. His hands went to the straps of my suit and pulled them down halfway to my bottom, the straps pinning both my arms to my side in the process. 

Time was short, and that was the way he approached it. With no hesitation, he pulled my legs open and around his waist. That, along with the buoyancy of the water, caused me to rise up. My breasts surfaced totally out of the water and his mouth found them immediately. 

"O-o-h-h-h. U-m-m-m." The first sound coming out was mine; the second was his. I tensed and my head went back when his hot mouth closed over my nipples. Instinctively, I tried to move my hands but the straps had them pinned to my side. I think the feeling of captivity added rather than detracted from the moment.

Our vision was starting to adjust to the dim light and through the light of the fireworks exploding nearby I could watch him now. Mostly I just saw the top of his head as he gorged himself, but at times he would just tease my rigid nipples with his tongue. When he did this he made an effort to look up at me, allowing direct eye-to-eye contact. Looking straight into his eyes while he teased my nipples was almost as big a turn-on as the actual attention he was giving my sensitive breasts.

I was giving in, and we both knew it. My legs had wrapped around his waist and, with what little ability I had, my captured arms had reached out to hold him. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom through the wet suit. The support he was giving me along with the natural flotation of my body created a surreal feeling of being suspended there in the pool. Having never done it in the water before, the anticipation was starting to build and all thoughts of escape had vanished.

He sensed my readiness and removed my legs from around his waist. Lowering my suit down my arms and below my waist until it was gangling off one of my feet, he put both hands under my ass, lifting me until I had my head back on the ledge of the pool, my supported body floating on top of the water. 

"I've wanted to taste you so long I can't put it off any longer." He slipped my legs over his shoulders, letting them float as he supported my ass with both hands and lowered his head to my crotch until his mouth was almost in the water. Using his nose and mouth, he separated my lips and slid his tongue into me.

If I had any intentions of reaction or protesting, it all was brushed aside in an instant. Foregoing any small talk or foreplay, his mouth hungrily sought out and found my clit, hard and protruding in the water. As soon as his lips closed around it, he began a ferocious attack on it that caused me to buck up out of the water and against his mouth.

"A-a-i-i-e-e-e," spilled out as my head stiffened back against the ledge of the pool and my legs went straight out. He was sucking hard on it, slipping it in and out of his hot mouth frantically. I glanced around quickly to see if we were alone, as if it would have changed anything. I tried to put my hands behind his head but found that I needed them against the side of the pool to support myself. He was going to be in complete control of all this.

"M-m-m-m-m." I wasn't going to last and I knew it. There was no question about any technique or anything else here. What he was giving me was a non-stop rapid, hard sucking of my clit. And that was exactly where all my thoughts and sensations turned. All I was aware of was that small bundle of nerves and the mouth surrounding it. It was too much and I started a rapid rotation of my hips and started a slow moan. My orgasm was seconds away and we both knew it.

"N-o-o-o-o." It came out of me without thinking when he suddenly removed his mouth from me, leaving me thrashing about in the water. It was like I had an internal bomb trying to explode with the clock stuck on one second. It left me moaning out loud, grasping at him with my hands trying to pull him back to finish me. But when I saw he was just changing directions, I waited impatiently for him. Neither of us spoke while he lowered his own trunks down his legs then took my hand in his. When he put it around his erection and lowered his mouth to mine I closed my fingers around it, shocked at my aggressiveness and jolting at the sensation of another man in my hand, especially being totally wet. Without thinking, I started stroking it gently.

As the fireworks continued and the time was quickly expiring, I knew what he wanted and offered no resistance, using my hand to guide him into me. As soon as his head entered me, I moved my hand and he pressed forward. What a sensation, all that wetness being a totally new experience for me. 

Time was a huge factor and he knew it. He finally removed his mouth from mine and we both gave out a big moan. He pulled my legs tightly around him and began a steady barrage of long, strong strokes in me. This was not sweet lovemaking right now, but a pounding, passion driven fuck! How much he wanted me was evident and I wasn't doing anything to discourage him. I was alternating between wrapping my legs around him and letting them float on their own from the lift of the water. The result was me riding pretty high out of the water, his face closer to my breasts than my mouth, so that's where he gave his attention. 

"Come with me." He wasn't lasting very long. Caught up in his own rush for a release, he obviously didn't realize how high I was, my body poised for certain orgasm. I could feel him starting to speed up and his body tense.  

"Come with me, Syndee." He repeated it, so I guess he was looking for an answer. Even though I was riding high with him, I wasn't sure I would do it before he came. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and my legs tightly around him, moving my body back and forth to match his strokes. 

"I'm there." It was more of a squeak coming out of me than anything else, trying to speak as my unpreventable release had started low inside me and was working itself up through my nerve system. Instead of it making me come, it just intensified it for him and he couldn't hold back his release. 

"A-a-a-h-h-h," He muted his moan by taking my breast in his mouth. He never stopped the pounding and came into me, squirting into me with a load I could actually feel as it ejected. I closed my eyes and accepted the hardness as I felt it grow temporarily.


"O-o-o-o-h-h-h." I was as caught up in it as he, his last strokes with the expanded cock making me go over the top. I reacted by pumping madly against him, letting the sensation of his hard cock fill me. All the attention he was giving my mouth and nipples kept me at an electric, tingling level of excitement.

"I was hoping you would come with me." His shaking, husky voice was that of appreciation. I knew he was right; we had hit it together.

"Um, um, um, um." Instead of speaking back to him, I was only able to give out small grunts as his strokes still impaled me.

He started to slow down, bringing me with him. We both knew we were in peril of being discovered.

"Are you alright with this?" He had pulled out of me, causing us both to groan. He searched and found his trunks.

"It's okay." It was more of a whisper, certainly with no conviction. What was I to say, and the reality of what had just happened was starting to break through the ecstasy. Here I was, in a pool with my husband's boss, where seconds before he was buried deep into me, his heart beating hard against mine, our lips locked in intense passion. There was nobody to blame but myself and my explosive orgasm was not something I just imagined, but rather something I knew I would look back on with erotic thoughts. 

"You don't act like it's okay. I'm sorry. I just wanted you so bad." I realized that I was allowing him to put my suit back on me. All at once his touch seemed alien and I cringed at the touch. He may have sensed my reaction. Taking my hand, he led me back up to the stairs to get out of the pool.

We needed to leave. Just as we started back up the hill, I thought I saw just a quick glimpse of white on the other side of the bushes. It startled me, knowing that only Marty's swimsuit would stand out in the dark like that. I started to say something to Danny, but instead brushed it aside as me just being oversensitive to the situation and went on. We entered the other side of the house with the guest unnoticed and saw the finale of the show.

Neither of them ever made any reference to the event. The ball that Danny gave me turned out to be the "Grand Surprise." (Surprise, surprise) It was an all paid trip for two to the baseball All-Star game in Baltimore the following week. We went and had a wonderful time. I decided that it was Danny's way of saying that I was "paid in full."

I had no idea it was just a retainer fee. I'll have to tell you about it later. (Sorry, I'm a basketball mom!) 



Job Security Ch. 02



After the pool party, I decided that I was the one that was going to have to take control of the situation. There was no way I could allow Danny to keep making his advances, regardless of the situation at work. Deep down, I wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that he assumed so casually that I was available to him that bothered me so much or that I had succumbed so easily to his advances. It didn’t help any that I was starting to fantasize about it not only when I was alone and masturbating, but a couple of times while I was having sex with my husband. I will admit that no matter how illicit it was it had still been the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me and had overpowered my senses and my good sense. The initial “after the act” guilt feeling tended to disappear soon thereafter and was replaced by excited thoughts. 

With that in mind, I made up excuses several times over the next couple of months that kept me from attending some small casual events. I didn’t catch a whole lot of grief from David about it, even though I knew that he wanted me to be part of it. He always attended every event, as did all the other management. Of course, he had no clue of my situation. My absence was not unnoticed as I received real nice “we missed you” notes from them after each event. Then, both mentioned to him that I sure seemed to be busy a lot lately. We both read that with concern. There was still fallout occurring within the organization and the tension was still there, if not mounting. One of the younger guys had decided to leave the company rather than relocate, which had bought everybody else a little time. It was still shaky at very best. 

About mid October we learned that David was going to have to go to Phoenix at the end of the month that would include a weekend stay. During the same period, we also received a formal invitation to a “Counts Dracula” party at their house on that Saturday night he would be gone. Halloween was actually on a Sunday that year, but they were trying to accommodate everybody. I thought it strange that, with as much money as they spent on those invitations and with their attention to detail, that they had let the “Counts” part of that invitation slip through, instead of “Count”.

The fact that he was going to be out of town and we had a small child gave me an automatic excuse to not go but he was very concerned. During that same time a man from Singapore who was their most important account was going to be in town and David was the account rep for it. Even though he would have almost a week with the guy, it was still strange that he was being sent out of town on a much smaller account during the visit. Still, I sent a nice note to Marty declining the invitation, using my child as an excuse. However, we did accept a dinner invitation at an expensive restaurant just a few days before that Halloween weekend with the gentleman from Singapore as the guest of honor. 

When we arrived, I was taken aback by his appearance. Even though I had heard a lot about him, nobody had actually described him to me. I had expected a very conservative businessman, but he had gentle distinguished good looks about him and was very tall. When one of the other ladies got up the nerve to ask him about his height, he laughed and told us he was Chinese, as were quite a few of the citizens of Singapore. He had a huge name, but everybody just called him Mr. Lin, which seemed to be acceptable to him.

No matter what else you thought of him, you knew he was important. He was very nice to me personally and spoke with me for ten or fifteen minutes, which was a lot considering how many were there. He told me that my husband was very fortunate to have such an attractive wife. Hubby was pleased, but became a little anxious when Danny came by and expressed his “deep” disappointment that I was missing another party, and was happy that I was able to get a baby sitter during the middle of the week, even though he knew it must be difficult on a Saturday night. The comment was not wasted on us.

David left on Friday as planned. I could feel the apprehension he had as he left. It bothered me all night and I could feel it again when he called. He called me Saturday morning to tell me how things were going. It wasn’t a bogus trip, being busy and important even though a small account. He mentioned the party that night, again with concern in his voice. About three that afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was Marty, telling me again how much they would miss me at the party, that it was going to be special, and was there any possibility of a late change in my plans. In fact, my sister was available to baby sit and always had been. In few of recent developments, I decided that maybe I had better try to mend things. I told her that I now believed that I could get childcare, but that I had no costume and would have to figure out how to get there, as I had never actually driven it myself.                   

She was thrilled and told me she would take care of everything. She asked me my sizes, including shoes, told me she would have her costume company find something and deliver it to my house within a couple of hours. She admitted that she always just rented for special occasions, never buying if she could avoid it. Plus, they were a big account and the store would go out of their way to help. Then she told me a taxi would pick me up at eight and take me there and they would get me back. She apologized for not picking me up personally, but they were going to be picking up Mr. Lin. I didn’t say anything, but that was the first time I was aware he was going to be there. 

I called David to tell him of the change of plans, and he was just ecstatic. It obviously was a big load off him. I felt much better about it and wondered about my costume. It arrived about five. When I opened the box I was blown away. I was expecting a cat outfit or something like that. What I never in my wildest imagination expected was-ELVIRA!!! I mean the whole thing; long black wig, fake black fingernails, and super high heel black shiny shoes. But most of all, that floor length one piece dress that would fit like a second skin. It was split up to the top of my hip, had a neckline that plunged almost down to the naval, and was accented with stockings that were almost fish net that stopped a couple of inches below the slit in the skirt. There would be no bra under THIS outfit. I don’t think my mouth closed for five minutes. However, it was too late for second-guessing. It was what I had and it was what I was going to wear.                                    

When it was time to start putting it on, my sister was there. She was astonished that I was going to wear it, but got real enthused about doing my facial make-up. When she was through, I finally looked in the mirror. Heavy, heavy black makeup including the black lipstick that had come in the package. She left the room while I put on the dress, shoes, and stockings. I only had one pair of panties that for sure were cut high enough to not show beneath the slit skirt. I looked at the final package in the mirror and the initial shock turned to laughter, than appreciation.                                               

I had to admit I looked fantastic, and that dress was super comfortable even though it fit so tight that if I had freckles they would have shown. So this is how rich people live, instead of getting Halloween costumes out of a small package. I wondered what it cost. When I went out into the living room, my sister’s eyes really lit up. She said I looked great. Then she said, “I hate to tell you, but the panties need to go. They stick out like a rope under that dress.” She was right, so off they came. You talk about feeling exposed! 

The taxi arrived on time and off I went. I wasn’t even close to being the first there. When Marty met me at the door and showed me in, I immediately started laughing. She laughed with me and said, “I told you it was going to be special.” Every man there was dressed as Count Dracula. None of the wives had been told. That explained the “Counts Dracula” on the invitation. It was really neat, and of course, another of their lavish, perfect parties that most never get to go. Mr. Lin was there, also dressed as Count Dracula. The women flocked around him as he tried guessing who they were dressed as, but not me. He looked and said “Elvira!” Was there no man on earth that didn’t know Elvira after all those commercials?                                                       My costume got a lot of attention, especially from him and from Danny, who let out a low whistle when he saw me. In my opinion, the real costume of the night was his Mrs. She had on a red pixie job that was a sheer microscopic one piece top exposing most of her breast, cut extremely high on the hip and little red sequined wings on her back. All the other girls again tried guessing how old she was. That woman was perfect.

The party was great. I didn’t miss having my husband there so much because he normally leaves me alone at these events anyway while he circulates. I visited with everyone, chatting, eating, and dancing. Everybody wanted to dance with Elvira, especially slow songs. The area set aside for that was pretty dark, and the casual touches were more than could be ignored. But I took it all in stride. I was no baby and had been there before. However, as it got pretty deep into the evening, Danny showed up and said he wanted to claim his dance with Elvira. He took me into the very back of the room, took me into his arms, and held me as if he owned me, not as if he were dancing like the other guys had.

As we moved slowly together, his hand came up between us and casually slid one side of the dress off my breast. I jumped and looked around to see who was watching, but we seemed to be unnoticed. I protested quietly to him, but he gently rubbed my nipple between his fingers before he put the top back. I tried to open up casual conversation, mentioning that Mr. Lin had not been on the dance floor. He said that in Singapore it is unacceptable to be touching members of the opposite sex, even though he felt that Mr. Lin would certainly like to from comments he had made, especially about me. I looked surprised and he said he couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed all the attention he had given me not just tonight, but at the dinner. I thought about it and he was right. Every time I was available Mr. Lin had been there. 

After the dance, we walked off the floor and Danny very quietly whispered for me to follow him. He went out of the dark room down a small hall that led outside. The cool air hit us and my nipples jumped to life under the tight dress. We entered what seemed to be the living room of a small guesthouse. There were other doors leading into it, but I didn’t know the complete layout. We had no longer entered the room when he took me in his arms and kissed me. I pulled away, telling him that I didn’t want to be part of it. His answer was to turn me around with my back to him, with us both facing a large full-length mirror. Without hesitation or speaking, he pulled the top of my dress down my arms, exposing my breast. 

“Danny, this needs to stop now!” He ignored me.

Both his hands went around me and started a slow gentle massage of them, barely touching each of them with the open palm of his hand. I quietly protested the whole time, grasping his wrist in an effort to pull away. He never slowed, alternating between slowly palming my nipples and then cupping under them gently and lifting them slightly as if offering them for a kiss. For all my protesting, the hardened nipples responded to his manipulations, changing from their rigid state to being swollen and full, with the nipple disappearing as he gently caressed them. He never stopped kissing my neck, sliding around to my mouth at times, always talking to me out loud. 

“David’s really lucky to have such an exciting wife.” 

“That’s the point, Danny. I do have a husband.” I was still grasping his wrist in a vain attempt to dislodge him as tears formed.

“Oh, I’m very aware.” He was not apologizing. 

The room was very lighted and I could see us perfectly in that large mirror just a few feet away. I shuddered as I watched him moving his hands over me. He saw me looking and his eyes joined mine in the mirror as he continued his soft touches. After a long period, his hands left my breast and as we both watched, he slowly started to lift the hem of the long dress, raising it inch by agonizing inch.

“Danny, stop it now!” I tried to push his hands away.

He ignored me, continuing to raise it even through the pressure I was applying to his wrist. First it was all stocking, then my bare legs that appeared pale in contrast to the dark stockings. Finally, to my dismay, my naked crotch was exposed to both of us. I moaned in embarrassment and tried to turn my head from the sight. 

“Don’t turn away. Look at yourself.” It sounded more like an order than a suggestion. I made myself look back at the mirror and didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. Maybe it was because I wasn’t wearing panties or something, but for some reason my pussy lips was parted, exposing some internal pink. When he stopped there to gaze, I watched with him, moving my focus from my exposed crotch to his admiring eyes in the mirror and back until I finally had to turn my head again in embarrassment. 

After that brief pause, he continued to lift the cloth until it was above my waist where he could spread it apart at the split, spreading it out so that I was fully exposed from the waist down, my stockings stopping several inches below my crotch. Regardless how I felt about it at the time, I knew that it was very sexy. To my surprise, he didn’t touch me but rather just held the dress apart a long time as if showing me off to the mirror, continuing to kiss my neck and talking out loud about how beautiful and sexy I was. I realized it was the first time we could talk freely, and it was flowing out of him. 

Finally, he pulled the dress back behind me and held it there with one hand, keeping me exposed yet releasing his right hand to touch me. Which he did, the soft contact with my clit producing that gasp from me that he had to know was coming. My knees dropped a bit and I moved back from his hand, but the pressure remained, with a relentless, soft caress.

“Please, please,” was all I could say. Even though I was still protesting by holding his wrist, he had been through this before and could feel my surrender. I would give in, and he knew it.            “You love this, don’t you?” It was more a statement of fact than a question that I didn’t answer. I was still looking in that mirror, infatuated with the woman I was seeing. Who was this Elvira with the undulating body, totally aroused by her pussy being rubbed? One who didn’t want it to stop, obviously.

“Well, don’t you?” He wasn’t going to allow me to be silent.

“No.” It was hardly a whisper, but he heard it. I was trying to salvage my dignity, but my body was moving with his fingers and gave it all away.

He wasn’t finished with me. I was on the ropes and he wasn’t going to let me off. “You like being fucked by another man?”

I wasn’t going to answer, but he asked again. Finally, I said, “No.” I saw him smile when he heard the weak answer. My traitorous body belied the answer.

“You’ve never screwed anybody else since you’ve been married?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” The look on his face in the mirror showed some disbelief.

“Yes.” It was the truth. I had never strayed.

“Well, I love screwing another man’s wife. It’s an incredible turn-on, like I’m stealing something.” The admission made me gasp, but for some reason I felt a tingle go all the way down me. 

He started softly talking dirty now, about how he loved fucking me and how easy I was, how I had no shame. I let him talk, and offered no rebuttal. His fingers had entered me, as he spread my legs wider. The thumb was just playing havoc with my clit and I was moving softly with his touch. My eyes continued to water as I listened to his barrage. I didn’t think he really meant it, but was just saying those things because it was sexy at the moment. 

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No!” I was shocked he would even think it.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

This called for a lie, but the relentless fingers seemed to remove any inhibitions I had.

“I’ve thought of it.” I turned red with the admission.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I’m not like that.”

He seemed to be satisfied with my answer and the brushing of my clit became faster and harder and his fingers were ramming in me with more force and speed than before. On occasion, he stopped what he was doing and would take both hands to spread my pussy real wide. We both could see my clit exposed as it stood out, red and wet. Then he would go back to the assault, each time bringing me higher. Even though I was appalled with his words, I couldn’t ignore his touch and I felt my rush coming on, my breathing increased and I started pumping toward his hand. To my surprise and dismay, he backed off a little, leaving me hanging.                                                                                        “What do you want?” He kissed me softly on the neck and waited for the answer.

“What?” I didn’t understand what he wanted.

“What do you want right now?” He looked straight at my eyes though the mirror. 

After finally realizing what he was after, I mumbled the answer.

“What did you say?” Was this all part of the game?                           

Again, with us looking at each other in the mirror, quietly I admitted, “I want to cum.” 

He smiled broadly and winked at the mirror as if for somebody, then started bringing me up higher again very slowly, asking me what I wanted. I had given up the fight and in a very shaky voice, I continued to tell him; getting louder and to the point of begging the closer he brought me to the edge. Then I just exploded. No warning to speak of, just started cumming and couldn’t seem to stop. Abruptly, he stopped touching and holding me, stepping back. I went almost immediately to the floor without his support. I hadn’t finished yet, so I was on the floor on my knees, facing the mirror, trying to cope with the confusion he had caused and the eruption going on inside me. It was instinct, I guess, when I moved my hand between my legs.                                      I used it to continue my orgasm, watching myself in the mirror. It was a sight; me slumped on the floor with my hand under my dress, unable to take my eyes off myself. I could see and hear him right behind me and expected him to take me at any time. Instead, he gently pulled me back to my feet, pulled the dress up and behind me again, exposing me fully. He asked me to watch us in the mirror and I did. To my surprise, instead of trying to take me he whispered in my ear to continue rubbing myself. I protested but he asked again, this time more forcefully with a look on his face that was not at all gentle. So I did, slowly slipping my right hand down between my legs and continuing my well-rehearsed stroking. 

He never let his eyes leave me, telling me how beautiful and erotic I was. I had to deal with the fact that watching the two of us had become a complete turn on and I was having no trouble getting high. When he became aware that I was ready to cum, he whispered very quietly for me to slow down and make it last. I did, and it was a maddening bliss filled with my nonstop moaning. I finally let go in a loud groan and again he let me drop down to my knees when I couldn’t seem to support my weight through the orgasm. 

This time he kneeled behind me and pulled my dress back behind me, leaving my open legs fully exposed to the mirror as I used my fingers to finish myself. Then he gently picked me back up, stood behind me, and almost put me back together in the reverse order he had taken me, rubbing my pussy for a while, replacing my skirt, rubbing and kissing my breast for a short while, then just holding me and kissing me, never letting us take our eyes off the mirror. 




Job Security Ch. 02



As abruptly as we had come in, we left. But, just as we left, I saw a light come on through the slightly opened door in the room behind the mirror. I was startled but left with Danny, who now seemed anxious to get back to the party. We parted as we entered back into the party room. I stood to one side, trying to regain my composure before talking to anybody. Danny headed straight for Mr. Lin, who was sitting in a corner surrounded by mostly women. I looked around for Marty but couldn’t see her. 

As I stayed back from the crowd, she suddenly entered the room through the same hall door Danny and I had used. She didn’t see me and walked out to the front where Danny and Mr. Lin was and started seeing some of the guest off. Anxiously, I quickly slipped back out to that room. The door was unlocked and the lights on. When I went into the next room and turned the lights off, I looked into a mirror and could see clearly into the room we had been in. There was a soft chair pulled up in front of it. When I turned the lights back on, something caught my eye and I picked it up. In my hand were several red sequins, the kind that was on Marty’s costume wings. She had obviously seen and, I imagined, had heard everything. I had been set up! I looked in the trashcan and saw several tissues that appeared to be very wet. I had been enjoyed.

Before I left the party, Mr. Lin managed to get me isolated for a small chat. He expressed how pleased he was that he got to see me again and fully expected to spend some “quality time to ourselves” when he returned soon. Danny said nothing special to me as I said good night to him, Marty, and Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin gushed again about how much he had enjoyed my company that night. 

I was thinking, “Not as much as some.” Then they had a taxi there to take me home, apologizing again for not taking me home personally, saying that they had a lot to discuss with Mr. Lin. Marty gave me instructions on where to return the costume. It was the longest, most lonely ride I had ever had in my life.

The following week David came back from his trip. After his first day back at work he came home very excited. It seems that Mr. Lin was very pleased with his account and was looking closely at becoming a partner of sort with the firm, opening up huge possibilities for expansion. Specifically, he had expressed great pleasure with the two of us and fully expected to see us socially on his next trip a few months away. Somehow, I had a dark feeling about all of it, but kept it to myself. 

I took the costume back to the shop and thanked them for helping me on such short order. The lady asked me what I meant, and I explained the emergency delivery. She looked at me funny and said no, she had handled that order herself. She said a man had come in a few days before Halloween to pick up a bunch of Dracula suits and had an oriental guy with him. The oriental guy had walked around the store for an hour evidently looking for a perfect costume for a woman. The reason she remembered so well was that (and she whispered) he had an erection the whole time, which is not unusual for men in that store. 

She said what was so unusual was the oriental guy picked out the costume, but the guy with him was the one with all the sizes and information. They had spoken openly how great the lady would look in it, and they had given her instructions to hold the costume until she was called with delivery instructions. She walked over and got the receipt. 

“Here’s who signed the bill.” I took a quick look, thanked her, and walked quickly out of the store with tears in my eyes.

It was my husband’s signature.



Job Security Ch. 03



As you can well imagine, I was left in a mental turmoil after leaving the costume shop. Just how much did David know about what was happening to me? I spent countless hours trying to sort it out, prying little things out of him as I could without making an issue of it. Was he a willing part of a scheme involving me? Was he totally clueless of what was going on or, even if he and Mr. Lin had enjoyed an hour of fun fantasizing about me in a sexy costume, was he only an unknowing participant who's only involvement was to be married to a woman that had attracted somebody else's attention. On the surface, it appeared that only Danny and Marty were players. In order to keep some level of sanity and trust, I decided to keep it that way. Until I saw something different, I would assume that they were my problem and David was, at best, an unwitting provider for their entertainment.

As far as David's job was concerned, his attitude had gone from grave concern over his situation to guarded optimism due to the possible impending deal concerning Danny and Mr. Lin. Not that all concern had disappeared, but at that point it appeared that the result would not only solidify most positions but might even offer new opportunities. Since Mr. Lin had expressed his appreciation of David's handling of his account and had personally asked that we all get together the next time he was in town, there was at least a temporary relief from the pressure. I think that, even though nobody was saying it out loud, it was obvious that Mr. Lin was smitten with me. I didn't quite know what to think about that but it was obvious David considered it to be a real ace in the hole.

Then, there was our life at home. David returned home two days after the party. Just as Mr. Lin was departing, he had a short private meeting with Danny and David. Then, in a real surprise move, Mr. Lin asked David to take him to the airport. After that private conversation, he came straight home full of praise for the way I had "handled the situation." I blanched in his applause, as there was a lot more to it then I assumed he could imagine. Even through his euphoria at the time, I could still detect that he was real nervous about something but I didn't press for information. I was in the kitchen when he walked in the door and while he was gushing his appreciation he slipped his hand down the front of the sweat pants I was wearing and brought me off on the spot. He made mention of how wet I already was. There was no way for him to know that ever since the incident with Danny Saturday night I couldn't seem to keep my hands off myself. Even though the event had appalled and frightened me, it seemed that every time I looked at myself in a mirror my hands found my nipples and clit. I couldn't believe the amount of orgasms I was having while standing.

Things took a turn about two weeks later. During that time, David was bringing me to orgasm two or three times a day. At first, I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the fact that he always used his mouth or hands to do it and wasn't going inside me, only that I was received a lot of attention from him. After the two weeks, though, I was starting to long for his cock inside me.

On that Saturday night, I came out of the shower and entered the bedroom wrapped in a large towel with a smaller one wrapped around my head. David came in the room and, for some reason, walked around the room turning on every light and lamp. I was pleased when he kissed me and removed the big towel but he surprised me when he insisted I leave the smaller towel on my head, then very carefully positioned me on the bed close to our walk-in closets. Positioning himself on my left so that I was on the outside edge of the bed, he started kissing me above the eyes, moved to my mouth for a very long period, and then moved down me in an excruciatingly slow fashion.

Just his prolonged attention to my nipples almost made me come. By the time he teased my naval and stomach, I had all I could stand and came almost instantly in a soft orgasm when he gently took my clit in his mouth. Expecting him to move up on me and make his entry, I couldn't decide whether I was pleased or disappointed when he instead moved on down my legs to my feet and then back up slowly, giving me time to totally recover from my orgasm. He settled in with his head between my legs, slowly teasing my swollen clit and gently exploring my sensitive furrow with his tongue.

I was lost in all this, moaning and moving against his touch. I thought it strange but complied when he asked me to keep my hands above my head, then he began to speak.

"Tell me about the costume you wore to the party." I was a bit amused at his request. It wasn't as if he didn't already know.

"It was a witch's outfit."

"No. Describe it in detail. I heard you were the big attention getter."

"Oh? I didn't think it was anything special." My attempt to blow it off failed. He insisted on a very detailed account, so I gave it to him as factual as I could, leaving out anything I didn't want him to know.

It didn't work. "I overheard some girls talking and they said you didn't wear anything under it."

I paused before answering, wondering how much he really knew. Then I thought, what the hell!

"I didn't. The dress fit too tight."

"U-u-m-m-m." I felt him physically react to my answer. It seemed to please him.

Attacking my clit for a minute, he spoke again. "Tell me about who you danced with."

"A lot of the guys."

"Did you slow dance with them?" I knew he was asking and already had the answer.

"Yes."

"Did they touch you?"

"Of course. We were slow dancing." Where was this going?

"No, you know what I mean." Ah, now I got it. He was fully aware of what went on. 

"Oh, every now and then somebody would get a little fresh."

"What's 'a little fresh'?" Every time I answered him he reacted by moaning as he gave my clit a quick, hard suck before returning to teasing my slit.

"Oh, a casual brushing of my breast with their fingertips when our hands were positioned in between us. A couple of them moved their hand down to my ass." Actually, most of them had done it, some to the point where I had to forcibly remove their hand. 

"U-u-m-m-m-m." That appreciative moan came out of him again. He was enjoying this.

"Did you remove their hand?" In a flash decision, I decided to tell the truth, which I had a feeling he already knew but wanted to hear me verify. Besides, it was obvious he was getting off on this. I hesitated before I answered, drawing out the moment.

"Depended on who it was." My quiet answer was met with a very audible and physical approval.

"Did you dance with Mr. Lin? He really likes you and loved your costume."

"No. I don't think he danced with anybody. They don't do that over there."

He was satisfied with my answer and there was a long pause. Suddenly I knew what he was building to. I had to make a quick decision as to my level of truth as he seemed to already know so much and I didn't want to start telling easily detectable lies. 

"Did you dance with Danny?" Well, there it was.

"Yes. Right at the end of the party." His mouth went straight to my clit and he started sucking it fast and hard. It wasn't wasted on me. I bucked against his mouth and rotated my ass fast and hard. His questioning may have been awkward, but it was exciting and I could feel myself climbing high and fast. I knew I wasn't going to last.

"How much did you dance with him?"

"A lot." I knew it wasn't true. We had only danced once and he probably already knew that.

There was another long hesitation while his mouth was busy on me.

"Did he touch you?" The question was very quiet and slow. Up to this point, I was dealing with a situation where I thought he was relatively sure of the answer before he asked. This was different. How much did he know? Was he just trying to verify what he suspected? Would he become angry or be pleased with the truth? Or was he just looking for an incredible turn-on. I made a flash decision that, for the moment, it was the latter.

"Yes." I wasn't going to offer any unsolicited details.

As soon as I let it out I knew there would be no turning back. His body reacted and he gorged himself on my clit, sucking and licking as hard as he could. It was more than I could take. I exploded in his mouth. The previous one had been slow and tame. This was not. Abandoning his request for me to keep my hands above my head, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved it hard into my crotch, loudly proclaiming my pleasure. Even if I had wanted him to stop or slow down, I knew he wouldn't. Over my own noises, I could hear him groaning as he roughly sucked my clit in and out like a machine. It was to his credit that he could even keep contact with his mouth as much as I was twisting and humping against him. Even though it seemed forever, I'm sure it was only a minute or two that this went on. 

I finally was so sensitive I had to push his head away. He got up on his knees and repositioned me on the bed for some time. The fact that he kept glancing at the open closet door didn't stay with me. I was just waiting for what I knew was to come; that hard cock I was looking at was going to be buried in me. I was disappointed.

"N-o-o-o-o-o. I want you inside me," I protested. Instead of slipping his head into my begging pussy, he had instead taken up a familiar position that I knew he particularly loved. He wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my ass slightly with his hands. This allowed him to slide his hard cock up and down my wet slit without entering me, creating the maximum contact between the underside of his shaft and my sensitive clit. Simultaneously, he would have me masturbate him. When I was doing it, the effect was as if I had a cock of my own sticking up and it always, without fail, caused us both to come. I really loved it as much as he did but I was disappointed that he wasn't going inside me for a regular fuck. It had been weeks! 

He started the wonderful, familiar strokes. I held my hands above my head and let him do it himself for a few minutes before I finally reached down and gently grasped him. Giving myself time to adjust to his girth and the length of stokes he appeared to want, we fell into a nice grove. He was pumping up and down gently, sliding the lower part of his cock up and down my slit and across my clit. I held his upper part softly in my hand, moving my hand slightly but not trying to go faster than the gait he had established for his own pleasure. Despite my disappointment, it was really nice and we could look each other directly in the eyes.

After five minutes or so of this, he broke the silence.

"Did you let Danny touch you?" My hesitation was answer enough. Otherwise, he knew I would have given him a resounding NO!!

"What did he do?" He had slowed down to a very slow stroke and was looking at me with almost closed eyes.

"He touched me a little." How much was I going to tell him? I was at that critical decision time.

"Where?" 

"Different places." I felt his cock lurch as he emitted a small moan. It was obvious that if there were to be any anger, it would be later. Right then, it was only erotic.

"Tell me everything. I want to know. Don't leave anything out." His breathing was so broken he could hardly speak. As for me, I was already back up from my last orgasm and looking for more. I was moving slightly under his body and was in a nice, slow grove with my stroking. I made the decision to tell him exactly what happened and then let him decide how much was the truth and how much was just fluff to appease him.

I started to talk, telling him blow by blow what happened as soon as I got to the party. I left out specific names, but when I got to my dance with Danny, he questioned me a lot.

"Where did you dance?"

"He took me way in the back where it was dark."

"Did he kiss you?"

"A couple of times lightly on my mouth. Mostly, it was on my neck and ears." That moan again came out of him as I felt him thrust. All that transferred to me and I breathed heavy.

"Did he feel your tits?"

"Yes." 

"How much?"

"A lot."

"Through your dress?"

"At first."

"What do you mean?" His rhythm was starting to increase.

"He felt me up through my top. Then he slipped his hand in under it."

"Did he play with your nipples?" His hands had slowly slid up my stomach and his fingers found my nipples, rolling them gently between his fingers.

"Yes." I had trouble even getting out the simple answer. His fingers were unnerving.

He seemed to be enjoying all this and soaking it in. 

"Well?" 

"Well, what?"

"You know what."

" He played with my nipples for a long time and massaged my breast while we danced very closely."

"Then?" As high as we both were, I knew it was going to come out.

"He put his leg between mine while we danced."

"Did you like that?"

"It was okay. Some of the other men had tried to do it but I wouldn't let them." Actually, I had allowed a couple of them to do it a little.

"So, it was just okay when you were with Danny."

"Well, it felt pretty good."

"What's pretty good?" He always hesitated before asking these questions. I wasn't sure if it was to think about what he was going to ask next or just giving him time to enjoy the previous answer.

"I humped his leg a little."

"How did he react to that?"

"He slipped his hand down my dress and put it between my legs." That actually never happened, but I knew that's what he wanted to hear.

"Did he make you come?"

"Yes." 

It was a lie but it was the final thing he evidently wanted to hear. Without warning, I felt him lurch, his cock jerked in my hand, and he came all over me. It spurted in volumes across my stomach and breast and under my chin. I continued to pump him dry until he placed his hand on mine to show that he was through.

He waited for a few seconds then lay down on top of me, spreading his sperm everywhere. "Then what?" he asked after a spell.

"We stopped dancing."

"That's it? You never came again that night?"

"I brought myself off in the taxi on the way home." It was almost true. Even though I was extremely upset when I left the party, I was still tingling between my legs and had pulled my coat over my lap and rubbed myself slowly for about fifteen minutes on the way home.

He just moaned again quietly, kissed me and pulled me against him as we went to sleep. He wouldn't even let me clean the come off us, leaving it to dry on us until the following morning. 

I woke the following morning expecting a huge backlash to all of this. I felt reasonably sure that there was a gray area in his mind as to what was truth or fiction, but surely he would question some of it. Instead, except to walk up behind me in the kitchen, hold me very tight and tell me what a great night it had been, there was no reference to my admissions. With that out of the way, I felt relief to the point that I started becoming a little wet when I started thinking about our little fantasy night.

He must have felt the same. All day he would make little passes at me, kissing and touching me almost to the point of making me come. It became a torturous tease that I was really enjoying. As for him, I think he had a permanent hard on. I would rub it lightly ever now and then, slipping it once out of his pants and taking the head in my mouth for a few minutes.

That night when it was our regular time for bed he went to our room about ten minutes before me, which was a bit unusual. When he came out, he leaned over me and started a real deep kissing session, moving his hands over my breasts then under my jeans. After a few minutes of slowly tantalizing my clit until it was swollen he whispered in my ear.

"When you go to the room strip slowly for me, then lay down on the pillows I put out and bring yourself off."

I leaned back from him, laughed and said "What?"

"Come on, do it for me. I want to watch through the window."

Then he walked out. I sat there for a minute in disbelief and then thought why not. We had been teasing each other all day and, after last night, this was tame and no danger. I went on in and saw that he had positioned a couple of large pillows on the bed that, when I laid down on the bed, would leave me facing our large sliding glass door. He had turned on every light in the room like he did last night and had opened the curtains on the door just a little. 

Assuming he wanted to see me being natural and not trying to do a strip tease, I casually but slowly removed my clothes, sometimes facing a mirror in our room and sometimes facing the door where I knew he was. Looking in the mirror, I spent some time massaging my breasts and nipples, and then slowly slid my hand down my stomach and to my crotch. I teased my clit for a few minutes then laid on the bed where he wanted me. Even though this exhibition was new to me, I found it to be exciting and didn't hesitate to do my part. 

After ten minutes of my fingers, my clit overrode any other distractions and I came hard. Knowing he was just feet away, I made no attempt to stifle my sounds during the whole process and moaned loudly as I came, thrashing my body as I would have done if I were home alone. I continued to spread my legs for him and rub myself until I slowed down to a stop. Ten minutes later he walked in the room, undressed, repositioned me on the pillow and went down on me very slowly and softly. He never spoke, but I could tell he was encouraged when I would become vocal so I just let it go. I came twice over the next hour under his touch and his tongue.

Later, as I was coming out of the bathroom to get in bed, I heard him coming from out of the garage. When I asked, he said he was just making sure everything was locked up.

The events of that night turned out not to be isolated, but rather the norm. He still was withholding his cock from me, but instead would tease me to an explosive level then ask me to do things for him. At least twice a week he would have me put on a show. Never telling me what to do he would instead set the stage, providing me the place he wanted me to masturbate and what to wear. It would range from wearing and discarding a short skirt to unzipping and sliding off my jeans. In addition to every negligee I owned, he seemed to somehow come up with all kinds of kinky but sexy notions. He always had me do it at certain places, either in the bedroom or a certain chair in the living room. When I did it in the chair he always provided me with a little fancy black blindfold. I protested a little about that but he said he wanted to watch me without me watching him. I assumed he was involved with a mutual masturbation with me and was coming when I did. If so, he never spoke and would not answer me if I spoke to him.

During this time we went through Thanksgiving and was rapidly approaching Christmas. With the holidays approaching and things apparently a little better at work I let my mind relax. Even though I was enjoying my holidays, it still bothered me that David was still not fucking me. He would bring me off all the time with his fingers and mouth but when I begged for him he would say, "Later." Of course, our little games were dominant in our sex life and hardly a day went by that I didn't arouse myself just thinking about it. Rubbing myself in the car was commonplace and a few times I actually came. Once, while shopping in the mall, I went in a store dressing room for the sole purpose of relieving myself. The looks I got from other men became magnified in my mind as David and I played more and more games. 

Shopping was more looking than buying as we had little money to spare. After we had done everything on Christmas Eve and was pretty well settled in for the night, David said, "I have a early gift for you. Go try it on and show me." He handed me a nicely wrapped box. I went to our bedroom, opened it, and carefully removed the contents.




Job Security Ch. 03



Inside was a red and white Santa type hat. When I took it out and opened the tissue under it my eyes opened wide. It was a black and gold negligee, three pieces, very sheer, very oriental, and very, very expensive. It was just beautiful but how in the world could we afford it. I felt bad about putting it on without bathing, but that was obviously what David wanted. 

When I walked back into the living room he whistled real low. He had me turn around slowly, then untie the little belt and pull the thin robe aside revealing the transparent little top and tiny postage stamp panties that went with it. I admit to feeling a little silly with the hat on, but it seemed to turn him on at the moment. After about thirty minutes of touching and feeling on the couch, he told me he wanted me to open one more gift.

"No, let's wait until tomorrow." 

"This one won't wait until tomorrow." Good grief! Had he bought me a pet?

Instead, he handed me a small gift. When I open the wrapping, there was a fancy but unmarked box. I opened the top, gasped, and then laughed. 

"You really didn't have to!" I didn't know what else to say.

"I thought you might enjoy it."

I was looking at a very large, very fancy vibrator. I had used one before, but this was totally different. Unlike the plain plastic shafts I had used this was in a word, exotic. I was amazed at the lifelike texture of the material, the detail given to veins, even the foreskin. In addition to the amazingly detailed penis it had an extension with two little flexible tips, obviously meant to stimulate the clitoris. There was also what appeared to be a circle of small white beads down at the end that was meant to stimulate the labia when it was fully inserted. The label on the box said "Handmade in Malaysia" and I knew it had to be expensive. There was a little controller on it that obviously held the batteries.

"I can't believe you bought this. How much did it cost?"

"Turn it on!" He smiled.

"This has got to be a joke, right?"

When I turned on the buttons, there was a flurry of activity. Not only did both the cock and the clit stimulator vibrate, but a separate control allowed the cock to move round and round and the little ring of beads moved about to provide further stimulation. I couldn't help but laugh, but I knew that he was aware of my interest. Taking my hand, he led me over to the Christmas tree and had me lie down in front of it on some pillows he had arranged there while I was out of the room. He arranged me on the floor as if he were getting ready to photograph me, and then took up a position in a chair nearby. 

"Try it out."

"No, I don't want to."

"Aw, come on. Give it a try." The look on his face told me there wasn't going to be any option.

I hesitated, slowly slipped my little panties off, reluctantly turned it on, and looked at it a few seconds as I listened to the whirl. Barely touching the head of it to my pussy, I closed my eyes. It was embarrassing to have David watch me, especially since I didn't know what to expect. I had used a vibrator a couple of times before but they had just been hard pieces of stimulating plastic, nothing like this.

Neither of us spoke as I slowly brushed the tip of it up and down my pussy for a short while, then moved it to my clit. Despite my anticipation and the effect it already had on my slit, my body made a little jerk and I caught my breath with the sensation of the sudden vibration on those nerves. I moved it back and forth over the rapidly swelling nub, the high-speed stimulation losing no time sending a wave of pleasure through me, my legs spreading involuntary.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked to see where David was. He was still sitting on the chair, watching me intently with half-closed eyes, his cock already hard in his hand. 

"Put it in." His voice was very low and shaky.

"Please, honey. Not now." I tried to beg out of it one more time.

He didn't say anything, but his look told me he was waiting.

With him watching, I closed my eyes again and started my slow descent into what surely most would consider depravity. Slowly I pressed the big head into me, easing it in and out, the vibration filling my senses with every inch. The soft texture masked the fact that a machine was fucking me, and as I pushed it in inch by inch my senses succumbed to its abilities. It had been such a long time since I had the sensation of a cock filling me that just the shaft inside me would have been fulfilling. That it was vibrating and moving around, rubbing every part of my inner walls, just added to it. Finally, when the little bunny ears meant for clitoris stimulation touched me, I arched my back and moaned loudly. Pressing it harder against me was the final touch I needed to bring the whole apparatus to being as the little beads at the bottom of the shaft started to rub my lips in a gentle rolling motion.

"U-m-m-m-m." It just rolled out non-stop as I got completely carried away with the electric stimulation. I liked a man's mouth, fingers, cock, everything. But the higher this substitute male brought me the more I knew no man could match it as far a just pure stimulation. I felt my body lifting up and down and heaving with a rhythm in reaction to the steady action of that cock going in and out. Actually, I was holding it very still in place by pressing hard on it but the rotating motion gave me the sensation that it was going totally in and out of my pussy.

"O-o-o-o-o, O-o-o-o-o, O-o-o-o-o." I started a little chant, my legs moving up and down on the floor. The pleasure was so intense that I built so fast that there was almost no warning of an impending orgasm. Then I came. That's the only way to put it. It was loud, hard, and long. My head came up off the pillows jerking up and down, looking both at David and at my little master in my hand. My body arched against my hand and I pressed harder and harder against that nonstop source of pleasure. Then, I just dropped and stopped, my clit so sensitive that it hurt. Sheepishly pulling the shaft out of me while it was still running, I turned it off and looked at David.

His cock was sticking out a mile and his eyes were still half closed. Without a word, he walked over to me, turned me around facing where he had just been, put me on my knees, got behind me, and without warning slammed into me with a frenzy. Even though I had just exhausted myself with the vibrator, I couldn't help but reaction with a long, grateful moan. It had been s-o-o-o-o long since I had felt him inside me that I had almost forgot how good it felt. However, after he had pounded for a while I realized I was still holding the vibrator. I moved my hand up and down slowly over it's velvet-like texture and even as I was feeling David's cock deep in me, I thought, "He feels good, but he'll never be able to match you for just pure pleasure, my little friend. And you will always be there when I want you." Maybe David had held back from me TOO long. Still, even though I knew he would never match the vibrator, he felt wonderful inside.

After that night, the finger masturbation show stopped and the vibrator took over as the method of choice. Although David would sometimes lay with me while I used my new toy, he always would fuck me afterwards. Being careful to place me in an exact position when we did it, he always kept all the lights on "in order to see me better." We never did it missionary style, but whether he would have me straddle him in a sitting up position or ride me doggy style, but it always ended up in me having huge orgasms. 

Things were good. It was after New Years' and even though there was no solid information coming out, it was apparent something was imminent at work. 

It's amazing how fast things can change. One morning after that, I was preparing to take some things to the dry cleaners. As usual, I cleaned out pockets first. Out of one of David's jacket pockets came a receipt. I looked to see what it was. It was a shipping receipt from one of those mailbox places. I turned to stone as I looked at it.

It wasn't just that it was an overnight shipment to Mr. Lin in Singapore, but the contents declaration just stunned me. "Video tape." I don't think any two words had impacted me so much since "I do."

Why was David shipping anything to Mr. Lin at a mailbox place instead of going through the company? I already was getting a real knot in my stomach and knew I had to at least make some effort to find out what was going on. Since approaching David outright was something I wanted to avoid for at least the time being, I decided to grasp at a straw.

When I went out for my errands, I stopped by the mailbox place on the receipt. I had been there before and there was always an older man working there who had an obvious attraction to me. I wasn't sure he would give me any information, so I unbuttoned my jacket before going in; I was wearing a fairly low cut blouse with no bra. All was fair right now. 

"Can I help you?" He was falling all over himself.

"Yes. My husband asked me to stop by and see if anything has come in for him." The box he was using was right on the receipt.

"No, nothing. Not since those big boxes came in from overseas."

"Oh, okay. I know he ships some stuff but I don't really know how much."

"He doesn't ship big stuff but those little overnight packages to Singapore he sends out every few days sure does cost somebody a lot of money. I hope they're making a lot of money from it."

I had my answer and left, my body shaking. I was barely able to get through the rest of my errands, anxious to get back home. It would be many hours before David got back home and I needed time to think things out. What was it all about? How far had it gone? How was it happening, if indeed it was? Maybe I was just over-reacting.

When I got home I instinctly started looking, my swirling mind looking for answers. Surprisingly, it didn't take long. He hadn't been too imaginative. Way in the back of his closet on a top shelf, hidden behind a myriad of sports equipment, there it was. A very complicated looking video camera with all kinds of things sticking off it. There was a tripod lying behind it, along with all the boxes it had came in. Pulling a chair in, I climbed up on it and went through everything. Not far away, hidden under some old sweatshirts, was what I was really, really looking for.

The videotapes hidden there had the word "copy" on them and each was dated. I noted how they were stacked in there so that I could carefully put them back. Shaking so badly I could hardly walk, I went to our living room and carefully inserted the earliest dated tape, praying the stupid thing wouldn't jam. I pressed the play button and sat down on the floor right in the front of the screen as I watched the blank, blue screen until it gave way to the action.

My worse fears were confirmed. In front of came images of me, with only a towel around my head, as David went down on me. I watched with tears in my eyes as it continued to show me coming, and then went on for a long period as I related to David about what went on at the party. He had taped all of that conversation and more. I was petrified as I continued to watch, changing each tape as it ended. There I was, masturbating in front of the window, on the bed, in the living room with a blindfold on.It was all there.

After the first hour or so, my tears stopped. I started watching myself with growing interest, then in a strange way started looking at it from the perspective David and, evidently, Mr. Lin., would have. Although some of it was shot from a distance and showed pretty well my whole body, all the ones with the mask on had been zoomed in to show explicit pictures of my hands on my clit and the vibrator working on me. Most interesting, though, was the close-up shots of my face as I approached and reached orgasm. 

Within two hours I took off my jeans and started touching myself as I watched. When I watched the Christmas Eve scene with the vibrator I lost it and my body started writhing in recurring, uncontrollable orgasms as the woman on the screen took over my senses.

Finally, it stopped, and after thirty or forty minutes, I was able to bring myself down and back to reality. Carefully rewinding and replacing the tapes, I had to decide my course of action. 

When and where would I approach David? How did this relationship with Mr. Lin occur? I knew they were both totally aroused by this, but was it just between the two of them?

And, in spite of my fears and the possible implications, why was I so aroused by it?



Job Security Ch. 04



After my disheartening discovery, I was at a loss while I was dealing with two problems. The first was the dismay I felt over David’s broken confidence. With my feelings oscillating between hurt and anger, my first temptation was to confront him directly about it but whenever I reached the point that I was ready to approach him, a voice in the back of my mind told me to back off, that I wasn’t ready yet. I knew that if I were to ever open up that door I would have to deal with the unknown consequences, and I wasn’t sure enough of myself at the time to want to deal with it. At this point, I had to assume that it was nothing more than a passing erotic experiment that David was going through. I knew that guys did that at times, even if they were perfectly happy and satisfied with their home life. What I didn’t understand, though, was the obvious sharing with Mr. Lin. Was David getting anything in return? Or worse still, had this somehow become a requirement of employment and David just unwillingly protecting his job?

The other problem I had to deal with was strictly internal. For all my anguish, for all my loathing at David and the situation, through all my unsettling questions, there was a Phoenix rising from the fire. And it came in the form of a very hot, constantly wet pussy with an insatiable appetite that couldn’t seem to be quelled. After those initial viewings of the videos I was disgusted, both with the videos and my ensuing orgasms in reaction to them. How deep into deprivation could a normal, well-behaved wife sink? 

When I first put them back on the shelf where I had found them, I shuddered with the very thought that the nasty things were even in my house. For the rest of the day and in to the night, I refused to even walk in his closet. But through the night, those visions of myself on that screen started to drift through my mind; slowly, very defined, in stereo and in living color. My feelings of betrayal and disgust were strong, causing me to toss and turn while David was in his deep sleep. It’s not like the old thoughts just disappeared, but there was a point in the early morning where somehow they slowly departed from the state of anguish. Instead, my mind drifted to some very short scenes from the videos. They way I looked at certain times, the way I sounded, the way I reacted to certain situations. Small erotic visions started crossing my mind, replacing those of pain. Those little visions started converting to tiny tingling sensations, first in my mind, then on down as my fingers lightly traced down to my nipples and stomach. 

Eventually, my fingers were between my legs. Warm, slightly wet, my touch down there was as gentle and drifting as my thoughts. As my memory grew more avid my breathing increased slightly, causing my chest to heave a little and my hands to apply a little more pressure and speed. I finally settled in on the scene when I was telling David about the party. At the time I told him the story, I had found it to be exceptionally erotic and thought that I was getting back at him a little by letting him know I had given myself to the touch of others. Looking back at it brought on stimulating thoughts that were more than enough to bring me over, moaning softly so as not to wake him. I straightened out my legs as hard as I could to absorb the energy instead of tossing about, as I would normally do. It was almost painful trying to contain myself, and when I finally released the tension my body dropped to the bed in an exhausted lump. Lying there with my hands continuing to slowly caress a still sensitive nub, my mind reverted back to that of disgust and shame. It didn’t stop me from the soft manipulation, though, and I very slowly and softly brought my exhausted body back to life again. This time I was lying on my stomach and riding my hands in a small humping motion as I came, fingers from one hand manipulating my clit as the other hand provided penetration. It was awkward, but very effective as it led me into a deep sleep. When I awoke, my slightly crusted hands were still between my legs.

After that, I was driven time after time to watch the tapes. No matter how much I promised myself that I wouldn’t, the urge would overcome the promise and I would find myself back there in his closet on a chair, carefully removing and replacing them in an exact way. Working around the baby, I found myself in front of that screen, sometimes for hours each day. At times my fingers betrayed me and only left me on fire, so I opted for my new toy. That vibrator started getting a workout that I’m sure was much more than the manufacturer intended. I watched them so often that I not only started memorizing the different episodes, but mentally started putting them in categories and rating them as far as my enjoyment. Even though the two top ones were when I was telling David about the party and the scene under the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve, what never ceased to amaze and excite me were facial close-ups of me coming. Although it was always with the little blindfold on, the excruciating look on my face during orgasms and the sounds pouring from my distorted mouth was just unbelievable to me, never failing to moisten me to the point I thought I could actually feel the wetness seeping out. 

I let David continue to tape me. Not to do so would give me away, I thought, and try as I might to deny it; I had to admit I was starting to enjoy it. I made a great effort to not pose for him or do anything artificial, but I became less subdued in front of him and just let things start to flow much more naturally. Not only did I start to have much more intensive orgasms while it was happening, but I started to enjoy the tapes even more as I opened up to the situation. Though my basic state of mind was anger and concern that he was sharing them with somebody else, I will have to admit that at times I would allow my concern to be pushed aside and found a level of eroticism when I closed my eyes and tried to feature Mr. Lin in a dark room by himself enjoying me. 

As far as David’s job was concerned, I got a little insight that there was more to things than I was told. One of the couples at work was having an anniversary party to which we were invited. Just as we got there, David hesitated before we got out of the car.

“Listen. Don’t make mention to anybody about this possible business deal with Mr. Lin. I’m not too sure who knows what and I certainly don’t want to be the one responsible for a leak.”

That was fine with me. It was a lovely little get together and of course, as is always the case, conversation turned to business. I would just listen and nod my head, but took note not so much of what I was hearing but more what I wasn’t hearing.

When we left, I looked at David for a while and then spoke. 

“Nobody knows about this deal with Mr. Lin, do they?”

He had a little bit of a strange look on his face as if he had been caught at something.

“No, not really. I think that besides me only Danny, Marty and the comptroller know about it. This is really big, one way or the other.”

Looking out the car window, I nodded. But I couldn’t help but wonder, even if he is the representative for that account, why would David be included in such a high level hush-hush situation? There were others much more senior to him and company officers that should have been a part of it. What gives with David’s new status? Deep down, I think I knew the answer. It didn’t take long to verify it.

The following week David came home all excited to the point of being breathless. He burst through the door like a kid that had just scored a home run at school.

“Syndee, you’re not going to believe what’s happened. Things like this just don’t happen to people like us!”

I braced myself for the bad news. He’d lost his job.

“What happened?”

“You and I have been invited to go to Singapore! Danny and Marty are going, and Mr. Lin asked us to come along. All expenses paid! I can’t believe it.”

If he were looking for a shock effect, he got it!! This couldn’t be right!

When my mouth got to the point that it wasn’t just hanging open, I finally spoke.

“Why in the world were WE invited? And I can’t just go over there at the drop of a hat! I’ve got a baby to take care of.”

“Oh, you know your Mom will take care of him. We’ll only be gone a week and when will we ever get this chance again?”

“Singapore. Don’t they have serious problems with terrorist and uprisings of some sort over there?”

“You’re just making excuses. Where are our passports? Mr. Lin’s stateside attorney is taking care of the visas. By the way, we’re having dinner with him tomorrow night.”

“Just the two of us. Whatever for?”

“Oh, no. Danny and Marty will be there. There will some business discussed, I suppose, but I’m sure not much. I think it’s all casual.”

Having many misgivings about all of this, I went along with him far enough to go to the dinner. It went well enough, just chatter. Although this guy, Mr. Tong, was very nice, he was Chinese and from San Francisco and you could tell he was all business at heart.

“So, are you looking forward to your trip?” It was pretty late into dinner before he really spoke directly to me.

“Actually, I’m not sure I’m going.” You could have heard a pin drop.

“Oh, why not?” He was very nice about it.

“Well, I have a child for one thing, and I’m not looking forward to such a long flight.” 

I realized that the other three had gone totally silent.

Finally, Danny spoke. “Wow, I though you would jump at the chance, Syndee.”

“Oh, I’m still considering it.” I was sure I could see a little perspiration starting to form on Danny’s brow. It was then I realized how serious this was and maybe saying no was not an option.

Mr. Tong was very cautious when he spoke. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that you have misgivings about the trip. I know that it may not be possible, but Mr. Lin was excited about the prospect of visiting with you soon. I hope things work out for you.”

David had glanced at Danny and Marty and I saw the no nonsense look they gave him.

“Oh, I’m sure Syndee can make it. We’ll make special arrangements.” Danny and Marty’s sigh of relief may not have been audible but if you were looking for it, it sure was visible. There was definitely more to this than I knew.

Later, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. When I came out, Mr. Tong was waiting for me in the little hall.

“I was instructed to personally and discreetly deliver this to you.” With raised eyebrows and a questioning smile, he handed me a small envelope.

As he walked away, he turned to me and said, “You might not want to take this too lightly, Syndee.”

I slipped the envelope in my purse and went back out. Shortly after that, when I was on the way home with David, I decided to roll the dice a little.

“This deal between Danny and Mr. Lin. It’s not just a routine business association, is it?”

David waited for a full two or three minutes before he spoke. 

“No, it’s not. Danny has reached a point where he has to reduce the size and scope of his company in order to be profitable, or find a partner with additional financial backing in order to grow. Mr. Lin offers both the finance and an international built-in market. Danny is going to lose his total control of the company, but everybody will stay employed and it will remain profitable. There might even be upward advancement for some of us. It’s too early to tell.”

“And nobody knows?”

“Almost nobody knows.”

“So, how come you are privy to all of this?” Was he going to come clean?

“I really don’t know. I think he just likes us.”

I looked out the window in silence. Yeah, he likes us, okay. The look of panic on all of their faces gave it away. Somehow, this little country girl had caught the eye and loins of an evidently powerful man. Unless I was reading all of this wrong, I was at the minimum a trump card for somebody. I just didn’t know whom.

Any doubts about my part in this were swept away the next morning. Opening the envelope, I took out a hand written note from Mr. Lin. 

“I am hopeful that we will meet in private when you arrive. Please accept the card to purchase whatever you feel appropriate and desirable for your trip. It is not my intention to put any financial burden on your family for you to come. I am looking forward to enjoying seeing you in attire that I know will not only be delightful but of good taste.” In my hand was a credit card with my name on it. I read the note over and over, seeing if I could interpret it any way but the obvious. I couldn’t, so I spent a couple of days soul searching trying to decide how mentally prepared I was to deal with this. I might cause some concern by staying home, but if I go over there and let myself get into a compromising situation with Mr. Lin, having to dodge any unwanted advances could cause more problems than if I didn’t go at all. I was definitely in a lose/lose situation.

If I needed any influence on my decision, it came within days. David walked in the house one night and quietly announced that one of the account reps was let go that day. After absorbing that bit of news and walking around the house looking that all we had at stake, that sealed the case. The next morning when I picked up the phone and called David to let him know he could make my arrangements, his relief was audible. A few weeks later we were at 35,000 feet over the ocean.

But before we left, I had to make some preparations. I knew Danny and Marty flew quite often overseas, so I asked her how she normally dressed on these real long flights.

“I dress for comfort. Not only will you be in that seat for almost a day, but you are going to have to deal with waiting for customs and all sorts of delays. Personally, I prefer short, lightweight dresses that will take the beating of a day’s travel and nothing else. I never wear a bra and routinely skip the panties. Besides, you’ll be surprised how going braless with a body like yours can speed you up through customs.” That last thought caught me by surprise!

So, I decided to play the game. With Mr. Lin’s credit card in hand, I skipped the stores I normally went to and instead found myself at high dollar stores in a mall that I normally only visited to enjoy the Christmas decorations. Four hours and two thousand dollars later, I walked out feeling foolish about the few expensive dresses and the abundance of lavish, sexy lingerie in my bags. 

So, there I was in my seat wedged in between David and Marty. Wedged is probably the wrong term. Even though the seats were narrow, they were comfortable and the rest of the aircraft was very tastefully appointed and immaculately clean. I understand that Mr. Lin had insisted that we fly first class at his expense, but Danny had wisely declined and kept the expenses down so as to show that he was not one of those CEO’s with out of control taste. What I did find surprising was, for all the talk I had always heard about flying overseas, the plane was less than half full. Since it was a large plane, we were sitting side by side with nobody else on the row with us. Walking back to the restroom, I saw rows with nobody in them at all. It didn’t take long for the experienced travelers to change seats to take advantage of the space, especially the businessmen with their computers.

We had left San Francisco in the early evening, so it wasn’t long before it was dark. By that time we had already had a surprisingly excellent meal and had been pampered with pillows and really nice blankets. I had taken Marty’s advice when I dressed and opted for comfort rather than style. Even though the short beige dress I wore was a little low cut in front, I still chose not to wear a bra. I couldn’t bring myself to go without panties, especially since I had ones that I had just spent an outrageous amount on with Mr. Lin’s card. It was amazing how comfortable a thirty-dollar thong could feel!

When they dimmed the cabin lights for passengers to get comfortable, it had already been a long day and each of us was already starting to feel the discomforts of jet lag. Marty and I snuggled in under our blankets to get our sleep, but David told me he was moving to the back of the plane to work with his computer for a while. I felt sorry for him in a way. I knew he really feeling the pressure those days. Danny must have, too, because he got up and left with him.

I dozed off almost immediately. I don’t know how long I was out, but there was a point during my sleep that I started having some sort of tantalizing but relaxing sensations. I seemed to be suspended in that aurora for some time, my drowsy mind thinking that my body was reacting to a slow, peaceful application of pleasure. As I floated there, it was if my body was slowly undulating from the sensation. You know how you can come out of a groggy sleep sometimes, especially if you are overly tired, and not be able to immediately realize where you are? That’s what I did, slowly opening my eyes to my surroundings. The first thing that came to me was that I was on the plane. Next, I realized that instead of David sitting where he was before, Danny was. I’m sure that, even though all this was going through my mind step by step, it actually only took seconds in real time. My next sensation and realization came as a shock!

Groggy mind or not, I could not miss the warm hand that was slowly and gently massaging my naked left breast and nipple. I don’t know if I tensed up when the realization hit me, but my eyes opened wide and I froze in place. I was sort of lying on my right side and looking at Danny. He was turned the other way and was apparently sleeping. That could only leave one person. Marty had evidently unbuttoned the top of my dress and was now casually stroking my breasts. In the middle of all the thoughts running through my mind at the time, one of them was “how long has she been doing it.” I guess it explained the cloud of pleasure I had been riding in my sleep. Her touch was slow, soft and unassuming. 

Knowing I had few options, I chose to turn in my seat so that I was facing forward. The motion dislodged her hand and she removed it slowly. Not wanting any eye contact, I kept my head turned to the right. I wasn’t at all open to her advances, but certainly wasn’t going to make a scene. Thoughts flashed back of her watching Danny and me at the Halloween party. I had assumed then that she enjoyed watching, but I wasn’t prepared to accept that maybe she enjoyed a female body, too. I decided that I would just have to stay awake for the trip or until I could excuse myself and find David.

It was a great plan but it didn’t work. I misjudged both her desire and tenacity and found myself to be a much weaker opponent than I had hoped to be. Within minutes of my facing forward, I felt the light touch of her hand on my knee. I moved my knee, avoiding the contact, but it was soon returned. I had to believe that, even though I was feigning sleep, she was aware that I knew she was touching me.

The light touches started moving slowly up the inside of my leg. At times she would rub with her full hand, then go back to the soft, whisper-like brushing. With a turned head and closed eyes, I was trying to formulate my defense. My body’s first betrayal came in the form of goose bumps. They appeared suddenly and abundantly and I knew that if I were feeling them as they formed on my body that she could, too.

She was turned on her side facing me. Leaning over she whispered quietly in my ear, “Did you have a nice nap?” 

I nodded without looking at her.

“Did you dream?” Her hands were sliding higher and higher, stopping at times to deftly release the next button from its refrain.

“A little.” I knew the fake sleep was over so I turned to face her.

“Was it nice?” Her fingers were working on the fourth button.




Job Security Ch. 04



“I don’t know.” I knew I was at the point of having to do something, whatever “something” was. 

“I was just wondering. You were moaning very softly and your body was moving in a nice slow motion as if you were in great pleasure.”

Just then she spread her hand and, even though my legs were closed shut, the tip of one of her fingers brushed my thong.

“Don’t, Marty.” I reached down and grasped her wrist. I imagined that with my dress being bunched up under me from sleeping, all it had taken was for her to undo just those few buttons for me to be exposed to my waist. Without looking under the blanket I visualized myself with my dress undone, pulled away to both sides and that red thong fully visible and available.

“I thought it would help you relax.” It wasn’t what she said that startled me and made me flinch. It’s how she did it, leaning over very close and whispering in my ear so close that her lips touched my sensitive lobes. It sent another unwanted shiver down me that wasn’t exactly unpleasant.

With my hand riding on hers, she abandoned my thong and drifted higher. I’m not sure it didn’t make things even worse when she started a very slow deliberate circular massage of my stomach. I was surprised at how sensitive I was there to her touch, especially when she gently explored my navel with a finger. Even though I had kept my head turned away from her, the intrusion of her finger in such a sensitive spot caused me to turn towards her. I was met with a waiting mouth that softly and silently closed over my ear lobe. The touch of her tongue on me caused a quick body reaction before I could move away. I don’t know whether the sharp breath I took in was audible or not, but my body’s little betrayal was quickly detected and evidently she was embolden by it.

Her hand slid back down my stomach, taking my own hand with hers as I gripped her wrist as if to make her stop. She casually slid over the top of my thong and down between my legs, starting a slow tease over the cloth of my thong without making any effort to dislodge my tightly clasped legs. With the tip of one finger, she began a very slow, very concentrated stroking of my sensitive lips through the thin silk, right above where she knew my clit was being protected. Again, my body went ahead of my thoughts, moving forward in a small thrust against her finger that I mentally regretted.

“I want to get up now.”

“Oh, I don’t think you really do. What’s the hurry?” I turned to look at her smile, which had no malice or anything, just a sweet look.

“I don’t want this.”

“I hear you.” There was a little pause. “But, I can feel you, too. I don’t think your body is saying no.”

Deep down I knew there was some truth in what she was saying. Regardless of my denial and my personal thoughts about how this was wrong, I couldn’t help but get the message from my body that there was something to all this and it certainly wasn’t bad. That fingertip was awakening those little familiar tremors deep within me and it just didn’t seem that I was doing anything to quell them.

Marty sort of straightened up for a minute and looked all around us, but that busy finger never left its target. 

“Move your head over a little to me.”

I shook my head, not having any intention of feeding the fire. She didn’t press me, but instead increased the speed and pressure through my thong. It was enough to cause contact with my sensitive clit and even through the thin material it caused enough sensation that I moved my hips backwards and then forward again in reaction to her touch. I held it there for a second or two, then did it again. And again. And again. It became a regular rhythm with her strokes.

She looked around again then whispered, “I want you closer.”

I looked around a little myself and decided I was in more danger of somebody hearing her than I was of anything she could do. I mean, what could she do?

I moved over slightly and she was able to put her mouth to my ear.

“Turn your head to me.” I did so and she looked around again. She then very lightly, with no aggression, touched her lips to the very corner of mine. I felt no fear or revulsion the way she did it. What I did feel was a little electric shock run all the way down me. It was the first time I had ever been kissed by a woman with sexual intent.

I turned my head away, avoiding her mouth. She went straight to my ear, this time not in a light nipple as before but with her full mouth and exploring tongue. She whispered as she stroked me with her mouth.

“Did you like it?” I didn’t answer.

“I think you did. Was that your first kiss from a woman?” She laughed softly as she spoke. I didn’t answer but I knew my true responses would have been “yes” and “yes.” She knew it, too, as well as I!

“I like the way your body moves with my hand.” I realized that somewhere through this distraction I had loosened my legs and they were no longer tightly clasped together. They weren’t wide open by any means but they had fallen open far enough for her to have her hand completely between them and she had taken advantage of the changing situation. Her finger was burrowed deeper into me, her carressment no longer so gentle but rather with a speed and roughness that my body was finding very pleasing. 

She continued to look about during all of this, making sure we had no visitors. She would always come back to my ear and neck after each reconnaissance, teasing me to a point of enjoyment much higher than I wanted to admit. If my mind was voting “no” against this erotic evasion from Marty, my body was vetoing that feeble vote and marking it’s own ballot with a resounding “YES.” There was no longer any way I could deny the fact that my entire body was in a small quake; not thrashing around, but instead in a small, fluid series of waves under the cover of the blanket.

Marty read the situation correctly; I was coming around to her soft advances and she had lots of time to wait for me. The small kisses on my neck and ears were non-stop except when I would turn towards her. Then, she would very carefully and casually brush my lips with hers. Each time she did it, I was slower and slower in turning away.

I became aware that I had stopped grasping her hand with mine and was instead slowly caressing the top of it with my fingers. She was aware of it, too, and finally made her move and slipped one finger in under the leg of my thong and found my moist slit. She knew where she wanted to be and went straight for it, doing a quick flipping of my clit as soon as there was contact. 

“A-a-a-h-h-h.” I couldn’t suppress the very low, very quick sound coming from me as I jerked in reaction to her finger. She quickly turned her head around to survey our surroundings after my little moan. When she returned, I had left myself in the vulnerable position of facing her straight on with my mouth slightly opened from the unexpected pleasure of her busy finger. She took advantage of what I was unintentionally offering and found my mouth with a rather quick warm, smooth kiss. I didn’t jerk back as before but instead closed my eyes, just taking in the pleasure for a moment. I know this was supposed to be bad, but at that very second I was having a hard time telling myself that. When she moved back I could still smell her sweet breath.

All of this distraction only took seconds, and all my thoughts and nerves were centered back on that one finger playing such havoc between my legs. I knew I had passed the point of concern and slowly opened my legs wider to accommodate her hand. She immediately recognized the surrender and pressed her mouth to my ear again.

“Do you want me to do it through the leg band, through the top, or take them off?” I couldn’t believe she was asking me that.

“I want you to stop.”

Suddenly her finger left my clit and went down and in, penetrating my wet entrance so quickly and easily that I lifted my hips and shoved forward against it. I was somehow able to mute the long moan that was trying to emit from my open mouth.

“I can see how much you don’t want it.” Her voice was very low and had become husky. She was obviously turned on with the knowledge that she had excited me so, the dampness giving me away. It was at that precise moment that my tormented nerves overrode my protesting mind and I just gave in.

“What do you want me to do?” She was asking again, I’m sure not so much as asking directions as much as wanting me to admit my resignation to the pleasure.

I didn’t answer, trying to retain at least some of my disappearing modesty. Instead, as she surveyed the aisle again for intruders and returned to face me, we were face to face again. This time I didn’t flinch from her soft lips. I pressed mine to hers for that quick second, igniting myself with the instant sparks she transferred to me. As I did, my hips just seemed to lift. She didn’t miss it, taking it as the answer she was seeking. She leaned forward just enough to slip my thong past the seat and down below my knees.

“Unbutton your dress.” It was a quiet order that I wasn’t in the frame of mind to disobey. Undoing the final few buttons didn’t seem to be so objectionable under my circumstances. I was covered with the blanket up to my chin. But, when she pulled my dress to each side as far as possible, I was totally exposed under the blanket and shuddered with the sudden nakedness.

Her hand ignored my open legs for a while, roaming freely over my exposed body, lingering at times on each breast. She spent just the right amount of time teasing my nipples until they were responding to her light touch, then she would move on with another new awakening move. I had the presence of mind to look about our surroundings. This seemed so unreal, being seduced by another woman with others closely around. Especially in that metal cylinder boring a hole in the silent sky. Looking down at the blanket covering my secret, there was hardly a ripple being caused by her roaming hand.

When my body was to the point of aching from being in a constant arc in response to her light touch, she moved down to that center of my being. If this had been David’s hand and fingers and if we were in private, I would have been begging at this point for the release. Instead, I was a willing prisoner to her touch and she was intent on torturing me as long as she wanted. 

And that she did. Her touch went from just barely scraping my clit with her fingernails to probing deeply into me with two fingers, always coming back to the swollen clit until she felt I was ready for another sensation to start. I went from slowly pumping my legs up and down to stiffening them out as much as possible to absorb the building tension. She had turned around in her seat and was sitting forward with only her right hand foraging under the cover. Nobody walking by would have detected anything. We were more at risk of having my undulating body detected than her hands. 

Everybody has her breaking point, no matter the situation. I finally reached mine, my shattered nerves unable to cope with it any longer. I turned my face to her and spoke softly.

“Please.” That’s all I said.

When she looked at me, her face was in that slack-mouthed, droopy-eyed look that I had seen on my own face on the films. She was getting off on this a much as I. She acknowledged my request by turning on her side and facing me. Her hand abandoned all teasing techniques and went to my clit with earnest. The soft, slow strokes became hard and fast. What had taken a huge amount of time to build up came crashing down in less than a minute. Silently, my body bucked up and down against her hand, that familiar shaking began, and I came in a crash. I came off the seat, bracing my head hard against the headrest and planting my feet squarely on the floor. With my torso totally lifted, her hand never slowed as it alternated quickly from my swollen little nub to the gushing tunnel below it. She seemed to know just exactly what I wanted and when. Finally, I let my body drop and turned my mouth to her with a look as if to beg her to suppress the scream that was trying to come out of me. 

She looked around again, then accommodated me with a full kiss on the lips that, however fleet, had the effect of curling my toes down through my hyper sensitive body. I kissed back with fervor, surprising myself that I was disappointed with her quick release. Her continuing exploration of my body wasn’t disappointing, though. She went back to my breasts again, this time spending a long time touching me lightly, and then roughly twisting my nipples to the point I wanted to cry out. At that point, she seemed to know where I was with it and would return to the gentle massage that soothed them and made those little sparks that sent waves both up to my brain and down to my pussy. 

Again and again she would bring me to the edge then down, not allowing me to spill over with an orgasm until she was ready. I finally realized by the look on her face that her other hand was busy between her own legs. I think that she was delaying my orgasms to match hers. I wasn’t sure, but her breathing and body actions made me believe that we came together twice. Mostly, though, my thoughts were selfishly on my own desires. 

Danny woke and started moving about. When she didn’t stop, I became concerned that not only would he detect it but would become involved. She may have continued just to tease me, but finally she whispered to me to lift my hips. When I did, she gently helped me straighten my dress up so I could button up and retrieve my thong. It was so sudden that it left a little void. I obviously was still very high from her and although we both knew it had to stop, I think it was more a disappointment with me than her.

As far as I know, if Danny ever found out about Marty and I, she had to have told him. He never indicated to me that he did. David finally came back to where we were and we all actually did get some sleep.

We arrived as a tired and weary looking group. That was bad enough, but a very prime and proper Mr. Lin who looked like he had just stepped out of the cover of GQ magazine met us at the airport. (By the way, I think Marty was right about getting special attention from customs when our breasts were obviously moving around freely under the low cut dresses.) Mr. Lin apologized for the inconvenience of the flight but promised to make it up to us. Declaring that there would be no business talk that day or the next, he suggested that we rest then see the sights for a while.

When he had Marty and I to ourselves for a short moment, he told us that there would be times that he would not be required for the scheduled meetings and that he had some very special surprises for the two of us. 

Looking forward to his invitation, we had no idea where this would lead us.

But, we found out!!



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"We're even." she said.

My little Polly-pure wife was turning into quite the little slut. This was a real surprise, but what was even more surprising was I didn't seem to mind. In fact I found it exciting watching her act like a "trailer-trash slut without options" when Jake was around. 

Casey's efforts went even further the following week. The day after I told her that Jake had put me in a protected job slot, her sense of obligation must have been heightened. The next day rather than stripping to a state of toplessness and giving Jake her breasts to drink empty, she danced over next to us and instead of her top coming off, she dropped her skirt. Then her top came off. She stood gyrating to the music as Jake reached out and pulled her in closer to start suckling her breasts and finger-banging her pussy. When Jake's hand slipped into her panties, She dutifully spread her legs wider to allow him easy access. Once he had emptied her breasts, she dropped to her knees between his legs and went to sucking his hard cock without prompting. She was even deep-throating his huge fuckstick, now. She didn't stop until his balls spewed into her eagerly sucking mouth and throat. 

This went on like this daily for several weeks, and when Casey and I talked about it she would blush and get all shy on me when I made mention of how slutty she looked on her knees in only panties, eagerly sucking Jake's cock. When we spoke of it, Casey always approached it like it was an obligation, but one she didn't mind performing. On day she asked me how I felt about it. I told her it excited me for one reason or another I wasn't certain of. After that a sense of pride came to Casey's expression when we talked on it. 

I would have been perfectly happy to just continue like this, but Jake apparently had other ideas and after a few weeks, he took things to the next level, to use his words. 

One morning, I was wrapping up the night's activities at the plant. I had just transferred the "black liquor," the chemical soup made up of the sulfates used in the pulping process to the recovery boiler. In this final processing stage, the insoluble organics are burned off leaving only sulfides, which are reused, in the next days pulping process. This wasn't a hard or tedious or even lengthy process. It just required the temperature of the liquid in the boiler be brought to 265-325 degrees then agents are added to the mixture to convert it back to a caustic substance. By adding chemicals you could convert the pre-boiled black liquor back to sodium hydroxide. The process isn't labor intensive unless you include the watching necessary. Once the black liquor reaches the target temperature, the process is automated, to preclude a worker inhaling the fumes or getting splashed with the caustic soup or potentially toxic chemicals. This was at the end of the shift and after the recovery process was switched to the computer guided phase we were through for the night, and first shift would shut the recovery boiler off and transfer the recovered chemicals to holding tanks once it had cooled. When I told Jake I was on that step of the nightly process, his reply was simple. 

"I have an errand, so I am leaving now, I will see you at the apartment later." Jake's response was voiced in such a way as to sound like a mandate rather than a statement of intent. I didn't think anything of it, because Jake was after all the boss, and he didn't give directions like that as a general rule, but would use that tone on occasion. 

When I arrived at the apartment a couple of hours later, Jake wasn't there. He had been there though. His empty long neck beer bottle was still cool on the coffee table in the living room. Casey was in the shower, and I stuck my head in the bathroom door to let her know I was home. 

"Hi Honey, I'm home."

"Great baby, I will be out to fix your breakfast in about 5 minutes."

Casey was standing in the shower with the water spraying on her breasts and her breasts were squirting milk onto the adjacent wall. This was how she usually drained her breasts in the mornings. Or at least before Jake started suckling them for her. So I figured Casey must have restrained Jake since I wasn't present. It was apparent from the beer bottle he had stopped by. 

"Did Jake stop by?" I knew he had, but I used this query to bring him up in the conversation and not trying to trip Casey up or anything. 

"Yes, but he didn't stay. He said he was tired and would see you tonight."

Nothing more was said on the subject of Jake. Casey finished showering, fixed my breakfast, which I wolfed down and then I was off to bed. 

Jake leaving early became a regular occurrence after that. Two to three times a week, he would leave an hour to an hour and a half early, usually on nights when I was nearly through with the pulping process, but still had recovery or a similar conclusion process to complete before calling it a night. About two weeks later this was the situation. 

The recovery boiler had been operating for several months with only two of its three burners operational. It still worked fine, it just took it a while longer to get the black liquor up to the proper temperature so the process could be turned over to the computer to complete. 

One of the plusses to the layoffs and other things going on at the plant, was a battery of efficiency experts were working around the clock to try to devise more efficient, less costly ways of doing things. 

When the burner had quit working it was discovered that a regulator that controlled the amount of propane the burner was fed was defective. This regulator also prevented flame from going back up the fuel line and potentially causing the propane storage tank to catch fire and explode, and it had been found to be defective. Since the recovery process still worked with two burners, only more slowly, the decision had been made to not replace the defective regulator and leave the third burner, out-of-service and off line. 

The efficiency experts pencil whipped the numbers. It was decided if the third burner was made operational again, the time savings of employees waiting for the temp of the black liquor to reach the operational norms to put the process on auto was enough to justify the purchase of a new regulator. As luck would have it, first shift engineers had installed the regulator the day before when the recovery boiler was cold. Jake would have gotten the same tech note I got at turnover but apparently he didn't stop to think of the result of that repair or he wanted what was about to happen to happen. 

The slurry of black liquor was up to the minimum temperature for recovery in a fraction of the time it usually took. I put the process on auto, clocked out and went home. 

Jake's pickup was still in the parking lot and I expected he would be sitting on the sofa drinking a beer when I got there. In all the times he had left early, this was the first time he was still at the apartment when I arrived and other than that first time, there was no evidence Jake had stopped by. I had just thought his 'errands' had taken Jake longer than he had anticipated so he had just gone home after rather than stopping by the apartment. When I arrived this morning, I thought he would be sitting in the living room awaiting my arrival so Casey would blow him. I didn't figure Casey would do anything with Jake unless I was present. I was surprised when I discovered what was going on. 

Jake's beer had only had a couple of swallows taken from it, and Casey and Jake were nowhere to be seen. I stood in the doorway of the living room, taking in what I was seeing and processing it for possible reaction when I heard a noise from the Master bedroom. It sounded almost as if someone were in pain. I didn't know how to react, so I proceeded cautiously. 

The bedroom door hung ajar as if someone had pushed it to, but it hadn't quite latched. I squatted just outside the door, and peered through the small opening. I was shocked and excited by what I saw. 

I could see the two of them in the dressing mirror that hung on the closet door. Casey was on the bed, her pretty blond tresses fanned out on her pillow. Her legs were in the air on either side of Jake's steadily humping ass. Her hands gripped his ass cheeks as if she were trying to assist his thrusts into her. Jake's huge cock was unmercifully banging in and out of Casey's tiny little pussy, Jake's larger frame completely covering Casey's tiny body. From the sounds they were making, they were both enjoying the experience for all it was worth. 

Jake was just grunting, reminding me of Nolan Ryan when he used to pitch. He would let out a loud grunt as he slammed unmercifully into Casey. Then take a fresh breath to restart the cycle as he withdrew. Casey was much more vocal though. 

"Oh fuck me."

"Fuck me Jake.

"Oh your big cock feels so fucking good in my slutty little pussy.

"Oh my gawd this feels so fucking good. Fuck me you bastard."

And Jake didn't have to be told twice. He was fucking Casey for all he was worth and she was rolling her hips up to meet his downward thrusts into her clutching cunt. It was hard to believe that such a massive fuckstick was disappearing completely into Casey's tiny body, and it was exciting to watch. My cock was like rock. Casey was none the worse for wear for it or so it seemed. She began to chant in time with his fucking. 

"Fuck me.

"Fuck me.

"Fuck me!"

After a few minutes of watching undetected, I noted that instead of being angry at Casey's apparent infidelity, I was actually getting excited watching her tiny little pussy being ravaged by Jake's monster cock. From my vantage point I could see, Casey's nether lips suck longingly on Jake's cock as he withdrew. Almost as if to say "please don't go." Then when he reversed and started to push back in, her legs would appear to spread even wider and accept his huge meaty manflesh back inside, Jake grunting again as he slammed into her willing wet box. 

I'm not sure how long I squatted there watching, but after a while, I stood and stepped into the room. As soon as Casey saw me, she got quiet and her legs and arms dropped to flat on the bed. Her actions caused Jake to stop pumping, too. Casey saw me and with a huge embarrassed look of shame she said,

"Oh no, Danny!" 

This prompted Jake to look my way. He just grinned and returned to fucking my willing wife. Her willingness was demonstrated as soon as he started humping her again. I guess Casey couldn't hold back, because her legs went back into the air on either side of Jake's humping body and her hands re-grasp his ass. 

I went to the kitchen and got a beer and then went to the living room to sit and ponder this revelation. I had left the door standing open when I left so I could hear real well what was going on in the room now. It was only a minute or so and Casey was screaming "Fuck me" again. At one point she screamed " Fuck me Jake, thank you for letting me be your whore."

I sat there drinking my beer and listening to what was going on in the bedroom. My cock never got soft because as Casey would scream her latest lust obscenity, I would get a mental image of what I had seen a few minutes earlier. When she screamed her thanks to Jake for letting her be his whore, I was just about to go back and sneak another peek, but Jake exited the bedroom, he was zipping his pants as he walked to where his beer was sitting on the coffee table next to mine. He picked it up, took a small swallow, then commented. 

"I felt it was time to take it to the next level, hope you don't mind buddy."

Jake chugged the balance of his beer, said "see you tonight" like I hadn't just caught him in bed fucking my wife, and left. 

I went into the bedroom and Casey was still in the bed. She had her back to me and was sobbing into her pillow as I took my clothes off and crawled in beside her. I reached for her and pulled her to me and held her close until she stopped crying, Then I made my inquiries.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because you caught me and Jake in bed and that makes me a cheating whore. I guess whether you had caught me or not I would still be a cheating whore, though your catching me makes it seem all the more real." Casey sobbed, hardly getting the cheating whore part out as another sob wracked her smallish frame.

"I grew up seeing cheating going on around me my whole life and swore I would never be like that and that my husband would be the only person who would ever have me sexually. Then when Jake made his move a couple of weeks ago, I felt I had to give in to him. I was only thinking about how much you said we owed him. Besides when he told me we were going to fuck he said it in such a way as there was no argument." 

I held her close until her sobbing subsided. My hand began to explore her body and when I got to her cunt swampy and oozing Jake's cum load and her own girl juices, I couldn't help myself and I moved between her legs and began to suck another man's cum from my wife's well-fucked, and stretched-out cunt. At first Casey protested. 

"Let me go wash up before you eat my pussy Danny."

I ignored her request and continued to eat her oozing pussy. My erection got harder and harder as I sucked Jake's cum from Casey's cunt, this also served to put my cunnilingus into a rarefied level of performance. Casey's hands came down and grasp my head on either side, holding me to her pussy as another in a long series or orgasms this morning began to build between her legs. I guess Casey's guilt was getting the best of her, as she started to explain how she had come to be Jake's fucktoy. 

"Danny I'm sorry I cheated on you with Jake." A wracking sob made it hard for her to continue. Then she regained her composure and continued to explain. 

"I really didn't see that I had a choice at the time. He came by here a couple of weeks ago, early, like this morning. After he woke me up and I let him in I got him a beer. He explained that you were doing recovery and would be home in a short while."

My efforts were getting the best of her and she had to stop to vocalize. 

"Oh you eat my pussy so good Danny.

"Oh fuck. You're going to make me cum again."

I had enjoyed hearing her scream while Jake had been fucking her and this was even better as it was my efforts she was screaming about. 

Casey had never been a vocal lover until now. I had tried to get her to verbalize. I had come to enjoy it when one of my high school lovers had been vocal. That was the year Casey had gone to France to study on a student exchange program. We had decided to break up while she was away, and though I had had some successful conquests while she had been away it was apparent from the conversations we had had after she returned that the only thing she had 'taken in' in France was French language and culture. Casey continued with her story. 

"After I got Jake a beer, I asked if he wanted breakfast. He said yes, but that he wanted his hug first. So of course I hugged him. As usual, he was feeling up my ass while he hugged me and I could feel his cock hard against my belly. When he started pressing on my shoulders I knew he wanted a blow job and though I knew you approved of my giving him one, I would really have rather you had been here, but Jake wasn't to be denied. After I lowered his jeans and boxers and started to suck his cock, he grasp a handful of my hair and stood me up. He started directing me toward the bedroom, and I tried to stop him.

"I told him we could do anything that you had allowed when you were here, but we needed to stop there. He acknowledged what I had said, but kept guiding me toward the bedroom. He threw me on the bed, then ripped my panties off of me. He said 'it's time to take this to another level as he crawled on the bed on top of me.

"I'm sorry honey, but he had been so forceful dragging me into the bedroom by my hair and throwing me on the bed and ripping my panties off, I was super turned on. I had never been treated that way and I discovered I loved it, so when he told me "I'm going to fuck you now, put my cock in your cunt bitch," I didn't hesitate. I couldn't help myself, so I grasp his cock and guided him into my pussy.

"He has come by nearly everyday since to fuck me. He has tied me to the bed and fucked me hard and I discovered I love being treated like a piece of meat and used like his personal whore. I was only doing sexual things with Jake at first out of a sense of obligation and based on what you were telling me was ok. So when he wanted to take it to the 'next level' at first I wasn't sure what he was talking about. When it turned out to be fucking, I wondered how you would feel about it and intended to ask you about it after the first time, but I was scared what your reaction would be. I also didn't say anything at first because it was a one-time thing I thought. Then when he started coming over regularly to fuck, I became addicted to the rough sex. I'm sorry honey, I never meant to cheat on you, but now that I have, I'm not sure I can tell Jake no if he wants to fuck me."

Casey's story had excited me like nothing ever had before. There was no sense in her having all this guilt if I was excited about what was going on, so I sought to ease her discomfort. 

"I understand honey. You did what you thought was acceptable based on my reactions in the past and out of a sense of obligation 'I' instilled in you. Jake has been good to us. Tonight I will tell him he can continue to take sexual liberties with you, but only when I am here."

Casey was beside herself that I wasn't going to divorce her or at the very least make life hard for her for a time. I won't deny a part of it might have been the prospect of her still getting to fuck Jake regularly. I had sucked all of Jake's cum from her oozing cunt, and she was clean as a whistle now, not to mention she had cum twice while I worked. 

Casey went to work now. She slid down to my crotch and started to blow my already 'diamond-cutter' hard cock. She was doing an awesome job too. There's something to be said for guilt-ridden sex, I guess. The disappointment was coming, though it would be short-lived. 

When I moved up to fuck her, Casey grasp my cock and guided it into her cunt, another first for her with me. Though I had cleaned all the cum out, Casey's well-fucked cunt had stretched to accommodate Jake's huge fuckstick and hadn't returned to normal yet, so she was sloppy and gaping to my average sized cock. After a few minutes of my slopping around in her formerly tight hot box, she stopped me. 

"I'm sorry that Jake has stretched me out, I will roll over and let you fuck my ass."

This was a real shock for anytime I had entertained the idea of fucking Casey's ass it had always been met with protest with Casey's position on the matter being the ass was an 'outbox' only. Now she was inviting me to use her ass. 

"Honey you don't like me fucking your ass."

"It's alright now. Jake told me the second time he came over here to fuck me that if I was going to be his whore, I had to learn to do a few things. I guess I am his whore, because he taught me to deep-throat and he took my ass cherry and I love how he makes me feel when he uses me. I think I must be Jake's whore now, so my ass and throat are available for use."

Casey blushed profusely as she said these things and rolled over to offer up her ass to me for the first time. I slid into her ass without the benefit of lubrication, although I had been in her sloppy, wet cunt moments before, so that probably helped some. I slid into her in one thrust, not really trying to be rough or to hurt her, but that was the outcome, but Casey loved it. 

She grunted as my cock popped through her sphincter and slid inside, though she never uttered so much as a word in protest. I started to fuck her ass in earnest. I was so turned on, I didn't even think about hurting her I just rode hard. Casey was being used though in the manner she had come to enjoy with Jake and began to respond immediately. 




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"Oh Danny, fuck my ass.

"You fuck my ass so good.

"Use me as the fucktoy whore I have always been and am just now coming to understand.

"Oh fuck me Danny.

"Fuck me.

"Oh you fuck my ass so good."

Then Casey did something that was totally unexpected. 

"Please Danny may I cum, Please?"

I didn't know what to say. Wasn't orgasm the goal of fucking? Of course she could cum.

"Why do you ask permission to cum Casey? Of course you can cum."

Then Casey explained and enlightened me on the how and why.

"I am a fucktoy slut. A whore. A piece of meat with three holes to be used by cock. A slave by birth. I have delayed from my own ignorance taking my rightful place as an owned slave for all these many years. Now Jake owns me as a slave. I am his slave, his property. He is my Master now. A slave fucks and sucks whomever her Master requires because that is the only way a slave can redeem her worthless existence. My Master Jake has given me permission to continue to fuck you because you are my husband. From now on I can only fuck who my Master Jake tells me to fuck and I must fuck whomever he says. He tells me I am going to be required to fuck a lot of people, both men and women, and he has started teaching me how a slave acts so I won't screw up when others are in attendance. 

"A slave always asks permission to cum, for the pleasure isn't hers for the taking. Hers is to give pleasure. If she receives pleasure in the act of giving pleasure, that is just coincidental. In order for a slave to cum she must earn it. So she must ask permission and if it is denied she must not let her orgasm arrive and must work harder to earn her orgasm. 

"If I have earned my orgasm tell me to 'Cum Now Slut', so that I might cum for you."

This was all interesting, foreboding, and exciting at once. I thought to test things a little bit and perhaps get some answers to questions I hadn't even thought to ask before now.

"No you have not yet earned the right to cum. " 

I was going to make her wait until I was ready to cum and do some inquiring in the process.

"Has your Master Jake told you what he is going to require of you?"

"Yes Sir. He is going to require I be the nasty slut I was born to become and have always desired to be. He says in time I will be the biggest whore in the state."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I am a slave, I must do what I am told in service to my Master. How I feel about it is largely irrelevant."

"Has he told you what that is going to require you do?"

"Yes, he is going to require I be a very nasty whore for a lot of people."

Now I was really curious. My almost-a-prude wife was willingly blazing trails in a forest that I had thought she couldn't even see for all the trees. 

"So of the things he has told you he is going to require of you, what one do you look forward to the most?"

My cock was so hard I thought it might bust wide open. This morning's discoveries had been exhilarating and the hits just keep on coming as the saying goes. I wanted to know all I could. 

"There are two events actually that I am particularly looking forward to, but everything he has planned for me excites me."

"What are those two events?" My curiosity was on steroids.

"Master Jake says he is going to make me fuck women. I have been bi-curious ever since I was a young girl and had to start showering after gym class. Master says he may get another slave and though she will be a slave to him he will require I be her 'panty slave' and I will have to suck her pussy anytime she requires and do other nasty things with her."

This was startling and lustily intoxicating at the same time, as Casey had never expressed an interest in women, sexually.

I was still steadily fucking Casey's ass and she was getting into a bad state I guess for she begged to cum again. 

"Please Sir may I cum?"

"Not just yet. First tell me the other thing."

"Master says he is going to throw lots of parties where I am the only slave woman and there are lots of men and women for me to service sexually. He says I will have to do anything they require and I will have to fuck and suck until no one can get it up any more. He says he will get me 'airtight,' too. That is a cock in all three holes at once. My being able to act like a whore like that without any worries, guilt or fear of recrimination is intoxicating and I love it. I am looking forward to all these things, and anything else my Master might require. "

I decided to be merciful and allow Casey to cum.

"Cum now slut!" I said using the words Casey had asked for. And cum she did. My requiring her to wait probably intensified her orgasm and she screamed so loud I actually worried the neighbors might hear.

"Oh fuck me Danny.

"Fuck your whore.

"Oh you fuck my ass so good Danny.

"Your slut is coming for you Danny. 

"I'm CCCCUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!"

Casey rocked and bucked underneath me like an earthquake was rocketing through her body. When she finally started to come back to earth, she said on more thing.

"Oh that was a good cum Danny. Thank you for making me be your ass-fuck whore."

My diamond cutter finally erupted in her ass. It felt like a giant suction had just been put on my balls to force the cum out. My balls had never tingled like this before.

Once I had emptied my lust-laden load in Casey's ass, I rolled off of her, utterly exhausted. Casey quickly moved to start sucking my cock. It was startling and exhilarating at the same time.

"Casey, my cock has just been in your ass, why are you sucking me?"

"Master Jake says, a slave is useless and only serves as a tax on her Master's resources. The only way a slave can redeem her worthless existence is by allowing her body to be used to sate the lust of those her Master requires. To say 'thank you' for being allowed to redeem her worthless existence a slave always sucks clean the cock that fucks her, irrespective of which hole got fucked. I douche and take an enema every morning to prepare myself for what I might have to do that day in service to my Master.  

The first time I had to suck Master Jake after he fucked my ass was hard, but now it is what is expected and I don't mind."

Casey continued to suck my cock until it had gone completely flaccid, long since having been cleaned. I drifted off to sleep with her still lovingly sucking my used up cock. 

I dreamed that day. Dreams of Casey acting like a total slut and whoring for lots of men and women. 

In one dream she is surrounded by all manner of men in all shapes, sizes and colors. As soon as one vacates a hole another takes his place. In my dream it seemed like there were hundreds of men, but absent of a real count, let's just say there was an unending supply of hot hard ready cocks and they took full advantage of Casey's willing holes. 

In another dream she was in a regular orgy with a bunch of really, really good looking women, all looking as fine as Casey and all using their mouths and hands to satisfy one another. There was another dream that was like a merge of the two, a large stud is fucking a fine-looking redhead, ending up with cum oozing from her cunt, which Casey moves into to clean up while another stud starts fucking Casey doggie-style. 

I awoke at my usual hour and went to the kitchen to get some coffee. My cup was sitting on the table, still steaming like it had just been poured, but Casey was nowhere around. I sat and started drinking, and after a few minutes Casey came into the kitchen. 

She was dressed to the nines. Her pretty blond hair gathered in a long luxurious ponytail. Her makeup a little heavier than normal, though not as heavy as the day she had started dancing for Jake and me. She wore a semi-sheer blouse, her lacy black bra readily apparent under the garment. Her skirt was short, only coming to a couple of inches above mid-thigh, her lacy stocking tops only half covered by the skirt. On her feet were 6" black stilettos, raising her to over 6' tall.

"Hi Danny. More coffee?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"No I'm good. WOW!!! Look at you. What is the occasion?" 

"Master Jake called and told me to dress to entertain and told me what to wear. When I got to where he told me to go, he told me it was only a test and that since I passed I was truly his slave now and the next time he called it would be for real."

My mind was spinning in different directions. So many I couldn't get any one thought to slow down long enough to concentrate on it. What was I to do? Jake was taking this a bit far. I was excited, fearful and a bit aggravated all at once. I thought to query Casey and see how she felt about it all hoping that would help me decide how to react.

"How did you feel dressing and going to meet a bunch of strange men knowing they were going to expect you to have raw sex with them?

"Don't answer that. Come here."

Casey walked to where I was sitting and I slid my hand up under her dress. I lifted her skirt and she wore a black thong that matched her bra. I slipped my hand into her panties. Casey dutifully spread her legs. This was becoming instinctive for her. 

I immediately noticed her pussy had been shaved. She had worn it trimmed to a little racing stripe about two fingers wide before, but it was shaved clean now. I looked up at her. 

"Master Jake told me to shave it and keep it shaved." 

I slid my hand further into her panties and her crotch was a swamp. I twisted two fingers together and stuffed them into her swampy cunt. Casey moaned and started to squat in reciprocal motion to my up-thrusting fingers. I finger-banged her until she got all lusty-eyed then I withdrew my fingers. The disappointment immediately registered on her face. I held my fingers up to her mouth. 

"Clean them." 

Casey immediately began licking and sucking her girl-juices off my fingers and hand

"As wet as you are it looks like you were looking forward to sex with those strangers, weren't you?"

Casey blushed deeply then answered honestly,

"Yes, I hoped they would fuck my brains out so I could please my Master and redeem my worthless existence. I figured if he went to the effort to set up a situation where I could redeem my worthless existence, it was on me to make him proud by doing the very best I could. I started getting excited about it when I started getting ready to go. I had to masturbate in the shower and in the car on the way over there, too."

It was apparent to me that Casey was really into the whole slave part of all this. 

"You're really into all this Master/slave stuff aren't you? This isn't a play act or role play or whatever?"

"I'm not playing. Master Jake has shown me the truth."

"And what is the truth?"

"That I was born a slave and am just now realizing it. I won't be completely happy until I am serving my Master and receiving his praise while kneeling at his feet. I still love you Danny, and I ask you to support me as I go about learning who I truly am. I see it like this. I have been happy with you since 7th grade. If this defines who I truly am, you stand to benefit since you are in the fallout zone of my satisfaction. I can be a wife to you and a slave to Master Jake too. I feel certain I can handle the duel roles and if my slavery starts to interfere with our marriage we can jump off that bridge when we get to it."

If it started to interfere with our marriage! Sure, like her infidelity wasn't already interference. Yet, I didn't seem to mind and even got excited knowing what Casey was doing and especially when I was a participant, even if the extent of my participation was only as an observer. Though she didn't say so, it was implied that if I tried to put a stop to things it could easily lead to divorce, and so my choices were clear if you can call them choices. Casey would be Jake's slave and all that implies and I could live with it or I could divorce her or her me. Either way she would continue to be Jake's slave it appeared. In the former sense I could benefit, in the latter I am cut out of the picture. If I truly loved Casey, my choice was clear. At least, now I knew how Casey felt about all of this, so I would proceed accordingly and as she suggested possibly "bask in the fallout zone of her satisfaction." 

That night at work, Jake was normal when I first arrived. We reviewed the tech notes as we usually do and then I started the pulping processes. At break time I went to Jake's office rather than to the break room. Jake had another third shift team member in his office, so I waited until he left then started 

"Jake we need to talk."

"Sure buddy, close the door."

I returned to standing across the desk from Jake after I closed the door insuring he and I were alone. He spoke first.

"I wanted to say I am sorry that I had to do things on the sly and I intended to tell you as soon as I was sure what was happening. Casey tells me you know she is my slave now and some of what that requires."

"Yes Jake, that is what we need to talk about."

"Is there a problem?" he asked and though not in a sinister tone, it appeared he was prepared to use his leverage of my protected employment status to take things where he wanted them to go. Though almost decided, I hadn't made up my mind what I was going to agree to until that very moment and so Jake's implied threat to my job security wouldn't need to be vocalized as I was going to go along with what Casey wanted. 

"What was it you were seeing Jake?"

"I have been a Master in the BDSM lifestyle for all my adult life, so over 20 years. One thing I have learned is that there are a lot of slaves by birth who go through life basically miserable because they never come to their true destiny in life. They some times go through life living a non-slave existence and they may appear normal and happy, but inside there is a great untapped reservoir of emotion that can only be realized once they accept their slave state. I have come to recognize folks in this state and thought I started seeing that in Casey early on. Then when things started getting sexual it became apparent. When Casey so easily went to her knees and started sucking me a few weeks back, I felt certain I was correct in what I was seeing. The first time I left early I tested the theory and I was correct. Casey was born a slave and now her life will be fulfilled."

"I think I am seeing that too. I think it would be in everyone's best interest to play this out to its logical conclusion."

"You are seeing the gist of things, Danny. This is good and you can only benefit in the long run." Jake added to the conversation. 

"There are a couple of restrictions, though. First nothing when I am not present. This is for Casey's safety. Not that I think you won't protect her, but I don't have to worry about it if I am there as a safeguard. Second, Casey can't go out for events like the test event was supposed to lead to today. At least not now at first."

"Those are reasonable requests and I can live with that, but you do understand that she is my slave, right?"

"Yes, but I am her husband, and neither should trump the other if we can agree to work harmoniously to achieve the same goal in regard to Casey,"

"Agreed."

Jake could have reacted a lot differently and his tone when he responded to my restrictions told me he would if he thought it was necessary. For now though we were all on the same sheet of music it appeared. I silently hoped the arranger had taken into consideration there were several instruments at play here. I returned to my workstation, break time over, and didn't worry about anything except making paper pulp for the balance of the shift. 

At 6 I clocked out and went home, Jake was already there when I arrived, but this time he was in the living room drinking a beer when I walked in and Casey was in the bedroom. 

I grabbed a beer and returned to the living room. After a few moments, Casey came in. She was looking hot. She only wore a garter belt and stockings and stiletto heels. Her recently shaved pussy fresh, new and looking good. The lips of her pussy were already engorged with lust's blood and her clit was starting to emerge from its hiding place. She was no doubt wet and ready. She stopped in front of Jake and asked a question.

"Master may I welcome my husband home?"

"Of course you can slut."

Casey walked over and in a manner that sort of resembled teasing, she cavorted around me a minute, then bent and kissed me lightly on the lips, then moved to my ear and whispered,

"Thank you for allowing me to continue as Master Jake's slave girl. I promise you will never live to regret this decision."

Casey knelt and began to blow my cock, her new deep-throat technique a real plus as my smaller cock was easier for her to manage. It appeared I was already reaping the benefits of Casey's slave state. First I got to fuck her ass, though Jake had gotten her ass cherry, and now a deep-throat blow job. I hoped it would stay that way. 

Jake stepped up behind Casey, lifted her by the waist so she was bent at the waist while she sucked my cock and he started fucking her from behind. I don't know whether he was in her ass or her cunt, but it really didn't matter. His stimulus was enough to have her putting extra effort in on my end and Jake's cock was big enough, she needn't do anything on his end other than stand and take her fucking. 

It didn't take long and we both emptied our balls into Casey's orifices. Casey swallowed every drop of my spew, and had another orgasm, when Jake pumped her cunt full. 

Jake left after Casey sucked him clean. 

In the bedroom there was a small leather choker of sorts, kind of like a small breed dog collar, lying on the dresser. I picked it up and asked Casey what it was. 

"It is my slave's collar. Master Jake gave it to me this morning. It is a token of his ownership. It is purely symbolic, but since I have a Master, I am said to be collared."

After I got in bed, Casey joined me and I cleaned Jake's cum from her cunt. 

Every weekday for the next six months, Jake would come over in the morning and we would put Casey through her paces. On one occasion Jake would be fucking her while she sucked my cock and on others Jake and I would switch positions. Jake ended up fucking her more than I did, because I wanted to clean her up afterwards. After Jake left in the mornings, I would clean her then I would fuck her. If Jake had fucked her cunt I would fuck her ass. If Jake had fucked her ass I would fuck her cunt. And it didn't matter which hole Jake had fucked, I still cleaned her up afterwards. Casey commented that when Jake fucked her rather than her sucking him while I fucked her afterwards, that I used her particularly hard after cleaning her pussy or ass afterwards, and that when I fucked her after fucking her while she sucked Jake, the event wasn't so intense. I never said so but it was easy to see why. I would get so excited cleaning her afterwards, my poor cock would be screaming for release and I would ride Casey especially hard. 

Everything was going along fine and then Jake decided he was going to spend more time with us by starting to include some weekend time. So once a month or so he would come over on Saturday afternoon and stay the night and go home the next morning. He and Casey would stay in the guest room, while I slept in mine and Casey's bed. 

Jake used her hard on these nights. I would hear her screaming for hours into the night as Jake vigorously fucked her. 

She didn't tell Jake, but each night after he fell asleep, Casey would come to our bed and I would clean her out and fuck whichever hole was the least used. It wasn't like in the mornings, for on these nights he had most the time already used all three holes, so I got sloppy seconds regardless of which hole I used. I didn't mind though. I was really getting off on cleaning her after Jake had fucked her.