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New Lives

By: Orcaman47



Wife is dominated by boss and husband reaps the rewards (MF, cheat)

*

I was stunned when Pat came down stairs. My very attractive wife was dolled up to the point of looking amazingly beautiful. Her hair and make-up were perfect, as usual, but she seemed to be standing differently, taller and with her shoulders back. Her dress was new and way different than anything I had ever seen her wear in the 16 years we had been together. She was wearing a blood red dress with a halter top and a long skirt with a slit up to her right hip. Her candy-apple red pumps brought out the fine features of her legs and ankles.

Also surprising to me was the obvious fact that my normally conservative and modest wife was braless. 

"What's going on?" I asked, "I thought you said we weren't going out tonight?"

"That's right, 'we' aren't, I am." She smiled. "Greg will be her to pick me up in 5 minutes."

"Greg? Greg Verrazano? Your boss, Greg?"

"Yes."

"So it's business...aren't you dressed a little...ah...showy...for business?"

"He bought the dress and said he expected me to wear it tonight." She said as she worked to clasp the diamond tennis bracelet on her wrist.

We saw the lights of the car as Greg pulled into our driveway. Pat rushed an air kiss in my direction as she picked up a white linen shawl.

"Don't wait up, he said we might be quite late."

Greg was the Sr. VP of Sales for the petroleum equipment company they worked at. He was in his late thirties, Italian, arrogant, kind of loud and brash. He was about 6'4" and built like the former pro hockey player he was. Pat had told me that he was also kind of ruthless and wouldn't accept no for an answer. We had been to his house one time for a Christmas party where we met his wife, Jenny. She was not at all like I had expected. She was nice, but quiet and reserved. She was attractive enough, but not a bombshell like I thought she would be. Pat had been wearing tight black silk pants and a silver tube top under a red silk jacket and Greg made a couple of inappropriate comments about how great she looked. He said the top made her rack look great. Jenny was obviously uncomfortable the entire night.

When Pat got home it was almost 3:00 a.m. She was a little tipsy so she wasn't as quiet as she wanted to be. I watched through the slits of my eyes as she undressed and got ready for bed. I was surprised to note that she wasn't wearing any panties or hose. I tried to remember if I had noticed any when she left. She turned out the light in the vanity area and carefully climbed in to bed. She kissed my lips and then went out like a light. 

I went to the gym early the next day and then I had to spend the day at one of those traffic school classes they make you take when you get a ticket. It was after six when I got home. Pat was gone but she had left a note saying she would be out all day and not to wait up for her. I noticed her mobile phone was still on the charger in the kitchen.

By the time she got home it was Sunday morning. She could tell I was kind of pissed off at her as she dropped a pile of stuff in the hallway. I demanded to know where she had been. 

"We spent the day at Catalina and when we were ready to leave, the plane had a flat tire. By the time they got a mechanic, it was nearly midnight and then they ended up having to put a new tire on it because the wheel was damaged, or something..."

"Who's "we"? What plane?"

"Greg's plane. Honey, I'm really tired, can we talk about this later?"

"No, I want to understand what's going on...why did you spend the day with Greg on Catalina?"

"It was business, the client had never been out there and he wanted to go to that Jazz thing over at the Casino..."

"Why didn't you take your phone? Why didn't you call?"

"I forgot my phone...I don't think they work out there anyway...and..."

"Of course they work out there..."

"Fine...then you know everything...I'm going to bed now...are you?"

She took off her clothes and tossed them in a pile and got in to the bed. She rolled with her back to me and fell asleep immediately. I turned out the light and got to bed as well. I didn't sleep.

When I woke up Sunday, she was gone. The bed was cool, which told me she had been up for a little while. I got up and searched the house. Pat was nowhere to be seen. Her phone was next to the charger in the kitchen. I had promised to spend the day helping my nephew with a Boy Scout project, but I was in no mood for that. I did it anyway. Because I'm a nice guy and I had promised. 

The next morning I was in the kitchen when Pat came downstairs. My mouth must have fallen open when I saw how she was dressed. I was still pissed about the events of the weekend, but I was too stunned to even mention them at this point.

She was wearing a tight and very short skirt, a nearly sheer blouse unbuttoned to just below the lower curve of her boobs, no bra and black paten leather pumps. She looked fabulous, her spectacular bodily charms accented by the outfit, but totally out of character. 

"What are you doing? You can't wear that to work." I blurted out.

"Actually, I can, and I will." She said. "After the success of this weekend, Greg told me he wants me to dress a little flashier in the office."

"But what about Mr. Massey? He'll have a cow or a heart attack." 

"Mr. Massey retired two weeks ago and he made Greg, President and CEO as well as VP of Sales. Greg is making some changes."

"I guess he is. You look hot, Pat, but not very professional." 

"Greg likes it this way. We're a pretty small company right now, only five of us here and the rest of the people are out of state in little two and three person offices. The manufacturing plant is in Mexico..."

"But what are the other people in your office going to say?"

"They're going to love it. Kelly keeps pushing the rules about her dress anyway, and Keith and Sean are usually out of the office on calls, but they'll be fine."

Just then Jared, our 14 year old son, came in to the room.

"Holy sh...! Mom, you look hot!"

"Thanks honey." She kissed him on the cheek. "I don't think your dad approves."

"Actually, I totally approve." I piped in. "I'm just shocked." 

I have long been concerned and frustrated that Pat was so wrapped up in propriety that she always looked like a high school teacher out of the 50s. She wore skirts below her knees, modest blouses or dresses always buttoned to the top or pants suits. Even at home she tended to wear very conservative clothes. All of her bathing suits were full coverage and her underwear tended to be of the industrial variety. She had a great 36c, 24, 34 body on a 125 lb 5'6" frame, but nobody knew it. Even I rarely got to see much of it since she always changed in the bathroom and she wore pjs every night. For the past 10 years her excuses had ranged from not wanting to warp Jared, to the weather, to Mr. Massey.

"Gotta go! I'm meeting Greg for breakfast. We'll talk tonight." She kissed me and charged out the door.

"Wow." said Jared. Then he and I ate our cereal in silence. 

When I got home that evening, Greg was drinking a beer and watching TV in the family room and Pat was making dinner. Greg looked like he had just finished shooting some hoops, he had on a tee shirt and short and flip flops. Pat was wearing another pair of short-shorts and a cropped tank top. Her tits swayed freely and beautifully as she moved about the kitchen.

Pat kissed me quickly and suggested I change into something more comfortable then come down for dinner. She said Jared was at Rick's house for a back yard camp out.

"So, Pat says you're curious about the new Pat." Greg said as he put his fork on the plate. 

"Yes, curious is one word." 

"Okay, let me tell you what's going on." He spoke fast, like always. I noticed that he rarely maintained eye contact. "You know Massey's gone...he left the company to me and he and Faye got on his boat to sail around the world. He won't be back for a couple of years. All he wants from me is profit to go to the little foundation him and Faye set up for charity. And I'm going to deliver, you know that. So I looked around the office the other day and I didn't like too much what I saw. I just told Pat to spend up to $100,000 remodeling the offices, new carpets, new furniture, new paint, new art on the walls. Hell, we're even going to upgrade the johns. I told Keith and Sean to get their asses out on the road and make some business happen. Massey had been so cheap that we were missing a lot of revenue 'cus he didn't want the guys to travel for it. Screw that! I told them they had a quarter to produce or find another job. I gave Pat a raise and I promoted Kelly and we're gonna to hire another gal too.

Then last weekend our first new client, a guy named Dobbs from Houston comes out for the VIP treatment. The first thing he says is the place looks too stuffy and shabby and that your wife looks like a schoolmarm. He says he's got a five million dollar deal and it's either going to go to us or to Consolidated up in Fresno, but he don't like doing business with stuffy shabby operations. This guy, even though he's from Texas, has some class. So I told him we are in this remodel mode and he says fine, but what about the marm? Is she in the remodel too? 

"Well..." I felt my face burning.

"So then Dobbs says he wants to spend the weekend out here and see some sights and he wants us to show him around, go out to Catalina, I don't know why Catalina, but what the hell, he's the client. You know my wife don't like to do business stuff and she had some soccer thing anyway, so I tell Dobbs it's just us and he says he wants Kelly to come along and what about the marm? So I promoted Pat and told her she needed to step up her game. That's all I told her and she stepped right up to the plate. What do you think?"

"Well..."

"And Kelly, hell, she stepped well beyond the plate. I tell you that girl hit a frickin' home run. On Friday night she looked hot but on Saturday she almost got us arrested. You should have seen that bathing suit! But let me tell you...Pat looked damn good too, once she loosened up!"

Pat chuckled and shook her head. "I think it was the rum punch."

"So anyway, Dobbs calls me yesterday and says he's ready to sign the deal, he cancels his trip to Fresno and there you go! Five mil in the bank! So after we dropped off Dobbs at LAX, we go do a little shopping for Pat and Kelly. I told them they had a budget of $2,500 each and the only rule was they couldn't buy no underwear and I got to approve whatever they bought. It was the best five grand I've spent in a long time. We're gonna have a great time around the office from now on. I even made a rule about Casual Fridays, anything goes on Casual Friday, they can even wear underwear if they want!"

Pat smiled and shook her head.

"I tell you, it's gonna be fun with Pat and Kelly around. But they gotta stay with the program. And you gotta cut Pat some slack too, she's gonna be working some nights and some weekends, she's gonna be traveling and you gotta cut her some slack." Although Greg was smiling, I didn't think he seemed too friendly at that moment.

"But what about sexual harassment?"

"What about it? Who's gonna complain? Let me tell you, anyone don't wanna be around can leave whenever they want, or they leave when I want, it's pretty simple." It was quiet for a few minutes then Greg stood up. "Hey, I gotta go. Good seeing you again man. You got anymore questions, Pat will fill you in." He patted my wife's ass as he hissed her on the lips. "See you tomorrow..."

Then he was gone. I heard his Mercedes roar down the street. I just sat there, looking at Pat.

"So what the hell is going on?"

"Greg told you pretty much everything..."

"Okay, I want to hear the rest."

"I don't know what you want to hear." 

"I can't believe you're going along with this! What happened to my sweet conservative, professional wife? What the hell?"

"Well, you heard Greg. He wants to upgrade things and he told me I needed to upgrade too or I'd need to find another job."

"What does he mean by upgrade?"

"He kept it all very professional. When he promoted me and gave me a big raise he said he needs me to be more personable, work harder and work smarter and think of high quality customer service and how we could promote the company and the business. He challenged me to make whatever personal and professional changes were needed. The words he used were all very legal and appropriate, but the way he said them made it clear that I would have to produce more than accurate reports and perfect spelling to keep my job. Honey, he said he thinks I am afraid to succeed and afraid to be myself. But along with that big raise, he also encouraged me and told me he had confidence in me and wants me on his team. I want to show him his confidence is deserved and I'll make this work." Pat's eyes searched my face.

"Okay, so he said the right words and phrased things well, but what did he mean?"

"Well, he said he wants us to do what it takes to build the business and to have some fun in the process..."

"But what does that 'do what it takes' part mean?"

"He didn't say, just that we may have to stretch a little and go beyond what we've been doing..."

"Like wear revealing clothes? What else?"

"Honey, he said the clothes we wear and the things we do are totally up to us. He didn't force me to get a new wardrobe, he just made the money available and encouraged me to break free of my shell and have some fun."

I slid my hand up her firm belly and caressed the smooth skin of her boobs. "Well, you certainly seem to have taken the ball and run with it."

She blushed. "Do you think I'm going too far? I should tone it back, huh?"

"It doesn't seem that Greg thinks you should tone it back. I think you should just go as far as you feel comfortable with..."

"I crossed that line on Friday night! But it's been fun so far and Greg is so encouraging. He says I just need to let that butterfly out until she feels strong and confident..."

I tweaked Pat's nipple. "Nice!"

The next morning I was in the kitchen when Pat came downstairs. My mouth must have fallen open when I saw how she was dressed. 

Later, we decided to catch a movie and I was surprised when Pat chose not to change clothes. Surprised and delighted. I noticed a number of men and boys eyeing her as we stood in line for tickets and I also noticed a few women looking at her with disdain. Men had always taken a second look at her, but usually women didn't react negatively. I guess her new look was more threatening than previously. 

The movie was fun and I was again surprised when Pat suggested we drive down to the beach for a drink and a stroll on the sand. We stopped at one of the beach side bars that was packed with young people drinking and watching the Dodgers on the big TV. I headed to the restroom after we found a table. When I returned, a guy was standing at our table talking to Pat. I admired her beauty as I approached. Her elbows were on the table and the round bare curve of the underside of her breasts were slightly exposed because of the way her top had fallen away from her. I figured the guy was getting quite a show looking down her top. She has a really great body. She smile and said something I couldn't hear and the guy glanced my way and then moved to another place by the bar. When I sat down I asked her what was going on.

"The guy's a cop and he said they didn't want any hookers in here." She said. I couldn't tell if she was joking or serious.

"Serious?"

"Nah, I'm just pulling your chain!" She laughed. "He's just some guy and he wondered if I was lonely. Maybe he does think I'm a hooker..."

"Maybe he just thinks you look hot. He probably wants to get in your pants, just like Greg."

"Garsh...you say the sweetest thangs!" Pat feigned a hillbilly accent.

"So does he?"

"What?"

"Does Greg get into your pants? I know he wants to."

"What makes you think Greg wants to get in my pants? He's married."

"Let me tell you, that Italian Stallion wants to get in your pants, married or not."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he's all testosterone and he's young and you're hot. Don't tell me you think his mind and heart are pure, just because he's married."

"Well, I know they're not pure...you should have seen how he looked at Kelly the other day in that bathing suit."

"So did he, or that Dobbs guy get into Kelly's pants?"

"Not that I know of."

"Would you let him or a client if you were drunk enough or if they pushed hard enough?"

"Well, I think your question answered itself by using the words 'Drunk enough and hard enough'. If you mean would I let them if they got me drunk or if they pushed really hard...I'd like to say no, but, of course, I don't really know. I'll say no for now...how's that?"

We headed home and I couldn't keep my hands off of her as we drove. I kept the conversation on the topic of looking sexy and putting out in the right situation. I could tell by Pat's pointy nipples that she was very turned on. As soon as we got in the door I pushed her over the couch and pulled her shirt up. As I licked and sucked her nipples, I pulled her shorts down her long tapered legs and slipped my eager cock into her sopping pussy. 

"Of baby, fuck me...fuck me right here, you've got me so hot!"

"I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw the way you were dressed when I got home. I'm sure Greg wants to fuck you too."

"Oh God, I hope not. What will I do if he tries to fuck me?"

"I don't know...what will you do?"

Her nipples were like little pokers as I ran my tongue around them. Her pussy was nearly dripping she was so wet.

We fucked on the couch and then on the floor. My cock pounded in and out of her eager pussy for a long time before he erupted in a torrent of molten mansquirt and flooded her womb beyond capacity. She held her shirt to her pussy to catch the stuff as we stumbled to our bedroom.

In the morning Jared was first up and out. He had swim practice and his ride was at our house at 6:15. When I finally made it to the kitchen, Pat was sitting at the table with a half grapefruit and a glass of water. It was her usual morning sustenance. Her blouse was a very form fitting tank top. She was turned just slightly and I stole a glance at her legs. Her short skirt was high enough up her thighs that I could see her hairless pussy.

"Wow, Greg should like that view." I said, tipping my coffee cup up for a sip. 

She looked down at her pussy. "Well, he picked out this skirt and he made me sit down when I tried it on."

"Did he ask you to trim your pussy bush, or was that all your idea?"

She patted the nearly bare lips of her pussy. "Actually, Kelly suggested it. She said that Greg made a big deal of her shaved pussy when she was in the bathing suit."

"But you didn't shave completely?"

"Maybe later...I did this just a few minutes ago and didn't want to hurt myself by rushing."

"Baby you look so hot I could use a blowjob right now."

Pat smiled. "Sorry, rain check for you. Greg's on his way to pick me up. We have another client arriving at LAX in an hour. I'm not sure when I'll get home tonight."

"But are you sure when Greg will get to home base?"

"You have such a filthy mind! I tell you, he's not going to try anything with me."

*******

It was 1:45 when Pat came in that night. She cleaned up and climbed into bed very quickly. 

"Hey, baby...do you still want that blowjob?" I could smell alcohol on her breath as she kissed my lips and then began moving her kisses down my body. By the time she reached my cock, he was totally engorged and ready for the hot wetness of her mouth and throat. I maneuvered our bodies so I could lick her pussy as she sucked my cock. Her fuck hole was hot and very wet. My tongue and lips brought her to one screaming orgasm after another. 


New Lives for Amy & Me



Maybe all young, newly married people feel the same way I did that first year we were married. I doubt the same sorts of things happen to most that happened to us.

I had graduated unremarkably that spring and floated painlessly into my new job. I'd found Amy during my senior year as she waited tables for a small cafe where I spent much of my time drinking coffee and studying. One thing had led to another and we began dating off and on through much of that school year. Having graduated from high school the spring before, she was trying hard to find a niche for herself.

Her parents were reasonably comfortable financially but, with several kids, made it from paycheck to paycheck. They were pleased that Amy essentially supported herself and provided a little toward the food basket. And they were happy that she and I had found each other.

On the other hand, I was poor enough that I probably couldn't have continued school past my sophomore year if it hadn't been for Russ Raeder's monthly contribution. Mr. Raeder was the head of the company I now work for and the "contribution" was in return for work I did in the summers and the understanding that I would work for his company when I graduated. It was really a huge amount of money to me, not in real world terms, because I couldn't have done it without it.

Amy and I got married on my graduation day mid-week, honeymooned for almost nothing in the mountains camping, and moved here together during the weekend. With all our worldly goods in the back seat and trunk of the used car I'd worked hard for one summer just after high school, we found a small furnished apartment and set up housekeeping. That Monday, I went to work for the first time.

***

I didn't feel like the "man of the house" or whatever the breadwinner is supposed to feel. I didn't feel like some kind of ... I don't know how to explain it. I didn't feel like it seemed my traditional father felt as I watched him in my growing years. And Amy didn't seem anything like my mother.

What I really felt like was a kid playing house with every aspect of that coming as a shock to me, from actually buying dishes to having dinner ready for me when I came home from work. Amy seemed more like a little girl from the neighborhood playing the game with me. Everything she did for me came as a surprise, from making those dinners and keeping the apartment to the beautiful sex we had almost every day and often several times on weekends.

From the outside looking in, I'm sure we seemed every bit as much like kids playing house as I knew I felt and thought she probably did as well. To someone my parents' age, that was undoubtedly true. To Russ Raeder, who was in his early thirties, it was probably true as well.

I've never had many illusions about myself. At 5-5 and about 125 pounds of blond boyishness, I have always looked more or less like a kid. I didn't even have to shave most of the way through college and did so now only because I thought I should.

In many many ways, Amy was perfect for me. At 18 when she was waiting tables, I really thought she was probably the owner's daughter and about 12 years old. Even more blond than I am - shining silky long and almost white - she is the tiniest woman I've ever met. At 5 feet and about 90 pounds, she was and is my perfect match.

One of my sometime friends in college used to say that we were a miniature couple. It was very embarrassing for us to go out to dinner together. Even at 22, I got carded for a glass of wine and waitresses asked us things like if we were going to the prom or something.

In many ways, Amy actually looks more adult than I do, as tiny as she is. Completely proportional, her legs look long, her bottom and hips womanly, her waist correctly tiny, and her breasts bigger than her body should allow even though I know she's only a 34B.

As a married couple, I'd shopped with her and recognized the difficulty she has finding women's clothes small enough for her. Half her things are from girl's sections of department stores with the remainder often on the loose side on her body.

The first time I saw her out of pigtails or a long ponytail was at our modest wedding.

Shopping in the girl's sections had the dual advantages for me that the clothes tended to be less expensive and the skirts were usually much shorter than women's. One other advantage was that they just don't make pantyhose in her size and she was forced to wear thigh high stockings or stockings with garter belts that I loved.

We had to look very hard for shoes with more than inch high heels that fit her. But finding very sexy lace panties and bras for her more womanly hips and breasts was relatively simple.

The whole package was, simply, a gorgeous, sexy miniature.

What I didn't recognize immediately, was that she was almost the poster girl of "innocence". And that innocence drew the wolves to her in ways "Little Red Riding Hood" never hinted at.

***

The welcome party Mr. Raeder invited me to the first Friday of my employment was the first adult function Amy and I had ever been invited to, unless you count our wedding and the short reception after it.

I struggled into my one and only suit and struggled even more to tie a tie. More or less happy with my own uncomfortable appearance, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Amy. It was as hard as anything I've ever done not to attack her.

First she came out of her shower naked with the exception of a white towel tied around her breasts. She giggled and blushed as I watched her slide dark stockings all the way up her soft legs, allowing me several quick glimpses of the pink tinged white pubic hair that decorated between her legs.

Blushing and looking over her shoulder, she picked out the sexiest black lace panties and bra set she owned. Dropping the towel and standing close in front of me, she stepped into the panties and pulled them tight to hint at covering a tiny area between her legs. Still posturing for me, she fastened, twisted, and placed the cups of the bra over a small portion of her breasts and protruding hard nipples.

She still didn't really cover herself or deny me visions of her body as she pulled a silky, low cut black top over her head. It was longer on her short body than it would have been on another woman. In fact, the matching silky skirt was only a little longer than the tail of the blouse when she stepped into it.

I'm sure I sat there with my mouth open as she put a wide black patent leather belt around her waist, tiny sparkling earrings, bracelet, and necklace. Enraptured, I watched her put on darker than normal eye makeup and lipstick, and brush her freshly washed hair to be fixed up on one side with a jeweled barrette that matched the other jewelry I'd bought her.

Unable to remain an impartial observer, I helped fasten the tiny buckles around her ankles on the highest black shoes she owns.

To say that she looked gorgeous is a wild understatement.

***

I was very flattered when Mr. Raeder guided us around the large rooms of his expensive house, introducing us to the employees I hadn't met yet and the wives and significant others that I didn't know. I wasn't the only new employee but, with the time he spent with us during the next two hours, the "boss" spent at least half his time with us.

I've had quite a few experiences in my life. I'm not totally naive. But I have to admit that the attention I received from the other people at the party and the service of the bar tenders was very flattering and, at the same time, too good in a way. I was on my fourth or fifth drink at the end of the first two hours and feeling no pain. Amy had been more reasonable and had probably had one drink to every two of mine. But she was a little tipsy, too.

Feeling comfortable with the people, probably at least partially because of the drinks, I circulated around and didn't mind that Amy was doing the same. In fact, I watched her with one of my superiors' wives for a little while and the two seemed to be happily laughing as they talked. I was pleased.

I gravitated toward three of my close co-workers who were near my age and happily talked about work, leisure time activities I hadn't had time to join, and the common problems of relatively young employees of a big company. I felt included for the first time since college team assignments and was enjoying myself completely.

Over time and another drink, I watched each of the men's wives come to them, whisper what I thought was probably their readiness to go home or other personal needs, and lusted after two of them who were quite pretty and dressed sexily. The fact that both of them were taller in their high heels than I am didn't keep me from looking. The women drifted away again to talk to other wives and our talk returned to two of the guys' interest in golf. Since two of us didn't play the game, the conversation wound down fairly quickly and, not wanting to talk about work, our interest wandered.

I wondered if I should wander away and find others to talk to or if I should find Amy and just go home. In a way though, I felt a responsibility to keep the conversation going and was thinking how I could do that when one of the guys interrupted my thoughts.

"Whoa!" he said softly. One of the others looked in the direction he was looking.

"Russ has great taste," he said softly and I turned to see what they were looking at.

Following the direction of their looks, I saw Mr. Raeder right away but it took a minute for me to identify the woman in the short skirt he was literally hunched over. For one thing, my focus went to his hand that was very noticeably rubbing her bottom. My smile changed to what I'm sure would have looked sick to someone else as I recognized Amy's clothes and blond hair.

I didn't think the music from the stereo was really loud enough to require him to hang his head to place his mouth so close to her ear. What it looked like was a very large man being far too far over-attentive to a youngster. As I watched, I saw his massive hand cup her bottom and lift enough that she moved up onto tiptoe against him.

"I'd love to get into that," one of the guys near me said softly.

"All you gotta do is get to be the boss," another hissed.

"Recognize her?"

"No but she's a hot little cunt," the guy next to me said. I frowned as I looked at him but he was far too busy watching them to notice. "If that skirt was any shorter, it wouldn't be there at all."

"Yeah well. Wait about 15 minutes and it won't be," another chuckled nastily.

"Wonder if he'll do it here so we can watch or take her upstairs?" There were several of those nasty chuckles.

I thought that I should go over and talk to Mr. Raeder. Perhaps tell him that he was being watched by the other people in the room. At least to tell Amy that she was being watched and that she shouldn't let him touch her the way he was. It was my shame that kept me from doing what I should have.

While I watched, he straightened slightly while pulling her front into his leg and lifting her bottom even more. His head came up, smiling, as he looked around at his audience. A lot of people were watching I noticed as I followed his glance around the room. He started to return his full interest to Amy when he saw me. His eyes locked on mine and his smile broadened. I saw his hand clasp harder and release on her bottom as he stared at me in that challenging way.

Unbelievably, as he stared into my eyes, his hand moved down slightly and slid up the back of her thigh, taking the short skirt up with it until I could see her panties. I couldn't believe that he would wink at me to make sure I knew what he was doing.

I don't know what she said, of course, but I saw her lean to his ear and whisper something. Maybe, I hoped, she was telling him to stop.

If anyone looked at me, I'm sure I looked stupid standing there staring at what my boss was doing to my wife as he rubbed the back of her panties and I stood transfixed. Could I have done anything? Of course I could. I'm sure it wouldn't even have jeopardized my job or anything else. If I'd just casually walked toward them, I'm pretty sure that Russ would have moved his hand and brushed the raised skirt back down into place where it belonged. And that probably would have been the end of it. So why didn't I do it?

For quite a while, Amy stood there quite naturally except for her hands on his suit coat front and the fact that she was leaning fairly heavily against him. Russ rubbed her panties, in plain sight of anyone in the room willing to watch, as he hunched over her somewhat and occasionally said something close to her ear. Why did he continue doing that to her and, maybe more concern to me, why didn't she move or slap him or something? She seemed frozen like a deer in the headlights.

When he wasn't talking to her, he was looking at me with a kind of expectation. Whatever he expected from me, I wasn't doing as I stood there.

He looked at me even more intensely as his hand moved first one side and then the other of her panties into the crack of her ass. She didn't change her posture but I saw the muscles of her exposed bottom tense as he pulled the now ribbon thin strip of lacy material tighter. I wondered what he was saying to her when he leaned down to her ear or what she said to him in return. I couldn't really see her face for her loose hair. Unbelievably, his fingers pulled the material tighter, loosened, and tightened with her muscles reacting to what he was doing without any real relationship. Sometimes her muscles clenched when he tugged and sometimes not. Sometimes they tensed when he released the pressure.

As I always had, I thought the look of her almost naked bottom was fantastic. It was a perspective, of course, I'd never had.

Distantly, I heard the several coworkers around me commenting with statements of appreciation for the sight to the lewdest possible remarks that would have caused most men to break someone's nose.

It became even worse for me, the blood surging through my ears, as his big hand cupped her naked butt cheek and began massaging the heavy muscle, pulling her tighter into his thigh. That went on too long, his eyes locked with mine though mine were locked on what he was doing to her.

I squirmed with discomfort as I realized that I'd developed a painful hard-on that, poorly placed in my underwear, was strained and, under the circumstances, impossible to correct. I don't know what kind of message I'd have sent to Russ or to anyone else if I'd straightened it somehow.

Now even worse, I watched him slide his hand lower and below her panties, his finger edging between her legs along the strip of black lace. I gasped to myself as she moved her left leg slightly, her high heel moving up onto tiptoe, spreading her legs slightly but just enough to allow him better access. His big finger went further between her legs as his already large grin spread still larger to show feral looking white teeth.

The view of the conjunction of her legs was blocked by his hand but, first, I was sure I saw the moment when it found her womanhood and, second, I think found entry at the leghole of the panties. Her partially lifted leg's muscles vibrated, clearly visible even across the room. I wasn't sure the finger was inside her panties and less sure whether he had found her clitoris or the opening to her pussy but anyone looking in that direction knew that he'd found something very sensitive as the muscles of her right leg clenched, she lifted slightly onto her toes, and lifted the left leg off the floor. He was almost lifting her off the floor on one finger.

Casually, he took a large sip of the drink in his other hand before returning his attention to me with that smile. Whatever he was touching, he moved the finger in and out between her legs with instant reactions in her body. I could still clearly see her clenching ass muscles at the edges of his big hand as he stroked her most private parts in the least private of settings.

At once, her spread hands on his chest grabbed the material of his coat and all the muscles of her legs and bottom spasmed in what I was sure had to be an orgasm. His hand continued to move between her legs as she froze in the orgasmic vibrations.

For some bizarre reason, my thought at that moment was that I was glad she didn't scream or moan loudly as she almost always did with her orgasms.

After several minutes, he moved his hand from between her legs, she relaxed obviously, returning to solid balance on her high heels, and the hand moved up along the strip of panty, tugging it tight. Lewdly, his middle finger was sticking out in the classic gesture as he used the others to pull on the panties. Maintaining that, he patted her naked bottom and let her skirt drop back to cover her.

She continued to lean against him as he very deliberately moved his hand to his mouth and made a production of sucking her juices from it. His eyes never left mine.

Slowly, Amy turned back toward the room, her head down so her face was mostly hidden by her long hair. I could see her face and the stretch of chest exposed by her dress were flushed bright red.

As if the entire room had been frozen into a painting of some sort that was suddenly animated, everyone seemed to move at once. Pointedly, no one looked in their direction though, I thought, a moment before no one had been looking anywhere else.

Totally confused, I turned and leaned on the bar that I'd almost been laying against before, and chugged the remainder of my drink and got a new one immediately. A moment later, I felt Amy slide her arm under mine. Leaning close, she said, "Can we go?"

Not meeting anyone's eyes, I led her to the front door and out. We didn't talk until later.

***

When the silence dam broke, it broke in a big way. Tears and apologies on both our parts. Total confessions.

She told me she was afraid to stop what he was doing. I admitted that I had been afraid too. She said, even though he didn't say it, she thought my job might be affected if she did something. I admitted I didn't know what had held me back from stepping in. She told me all he'd said was how beautiful she is and how he liked her. I forgave her completely, apologizing for what I hadn't done.

She cried about what the other people would think of her and maybe about me. I cried about my own weakness.

Then we made soft, slow, loving love to each other and held each other until we fell asleep.

***

The next morning, Amy woke me by giving me one of the nicest fucks I ever had in my life as I simply lay back and enjoyed it. Then she lay against me and told me our lives were going to change.

"Honey?" she began into my neck. "I liked it."

It took me a minute to realize that she wasn't talking about our love making. I sighed. I thought about asking her exactly what she liked but she went on without my saying anything.

"I really liked him touching me." Maybe I nodded. What could I say when I'd stood there like a dunce, trying to cover my hard-on? "I liked feeling his finger in me." That was the first I knew for sure that was what had happened. She sighed.

"He told me that everyone was watching and that they could see what he was doing. He even told me that you were watching and that you were hard." I admitted it with a nod though she didn't need my affirmation. "I liked his attention and knowing that you were watching. Maybe jealous. But ... there was something about it. Your watching. Seeing him make me cum."

She took a deep breath and continued.

"You liked watching what he was doing, didn't you?" she asked outright.

"Yes."

"And that everyone was watching and thinking I was ... hot. He told me that's what they were all doing."

"Yes. They were. The things they said."

"You liked seeing ... what he was doing to me?" I had to nod. I had.




New Lives for Amy & Me



For a very long time, we lay there bare skin to bare skin feeling each other's breathing.

"He told me how I'm supposed to dress today," she said just as I was thinking about falling back to sleep.

"What?"

"He told me how to dress," she repeated. Why would he do that? My mind switched from nearly off to considerations of what her statement meant.

"How to dress? At home? Why?"

"I don't know for sure." Neither of us are stupid and both of us knew what it probably meant.

"What? What did he say?"

"Shorts. Half tee or halter top. Nothing else."

"You think he's coming here," I stated the obvious. She nodded against me. "When?" She shrugged. Any time he wanted to, I thought with more than a little resentment.

What would I do about it? Would I tell him to get out? Would I quit my job? Would I ... no he is so much bigger than me I wouldn't take him on.

"What should I do?" It was my turn to shrug.

"What do you want to do?" She thought for a long time before answering.

"What you want me to do." I sighed. "Okay," she continued. Strangely, I hadn't answered her with either words or body language. But, I realized, I'd just gotten a raging hard-on that she had felt and understood better than I did.

While I tried to decide if that was really what I meant, she got up and went in to take a shower. My mind was a complete turmoil as she came back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her breasts to leave me glimpses of her bottom and pussy through the opening as she looked through her drawers. Rather than make her uncomfortable staring, I went and took my own shower before returning to the bedroom to get into a pair of lightweight pants and a teeshirt.

In the kitchen, I sat down to coffee as I watched Amy cook some eggs. I couldn't help but think that the extremely tiny white shorts - low on her hips and very high on the legs - and equally tiny white halter top that covered almost nothing made up one of the sexiest outfits I've ever seen her wear and one she'd never worn for me. Both the shorts and top were filmy enough that I knew I could see panties or bra through them if she'd been wearing either. She obviously wasn't.

Finished with breakfast, we had the day to deal with. It was not an easy day.

I tried to read. She vacuumed and cleaned toilets. I helped her with dishes and making the bed. We kissed and held each other a few times. We tried watching a movie. Lunch came and went. Another movie that neither of us would have been able to tell anyone about. But mostly, far far too much thinking.

Were we looking forward to something happening? Honestly, I don't know. I thought about suggesting we just forget about it. Whatever IT might be. Go to the mall or a movie. God! Something besides just sitting and thinking.

I had actually gotten to my feet, ready to suggest doing something, when the doorbell rang. I felt all the blood in my body drain out, almost falling over. I didn't move as Amy got to her feet and went to the door.

***

I saw his head above hers, smiling down at her, as she opened the door. Then he was looking at me with that same self-satisfied smile he'd had on his face the last night as he played with my wife. He leaned down and kissed Amy on the lips with his big hands clasping her bare midriff.

Wondering what I was welcoming him to, I tried to be a good host - smiling, shaking quickly, and offering a beer which was the only alcoholic thing I had in the apartment. Louder than me, he thanked me but didn't want anything. His comment then made me very nervous.

"Hey, you're giving me enough, you know," he said with a chuckle as he put his arm around Amy's back and guided her to the second-hand couch to sit beside him. The couch, or any couch for that matter, was too deep for Amy's short legs. She preferred to sit in the much smaller rocking chair near my used recliner. When she did sit on a couch, she had a choice between having her legs stick straight out, lounging in a corner with her legs up on the couch, or curling her legs up beside herself. She curled her legs up on the other side of her.

"I didn't know whether you'd want to be here or not," he said enigmatically. If I'd been concerned before, now I was scared of what I'd let us in for. "If you want to go out for a couple hours, I'll understand. But it's your home and I'll understand."

I should have had the guts to just ask him what he meant and why he was here at all but I didn't.

You'll say that I should have known exactly what was going on and maybe I did. I'm really not totally stupid. And you'll have to say that I shouldn't have even considered allowing it, whatever it was. I'd like to plead that I didn't know what was going on but I can't. I'd like to plead that I was in no position to do something about it but, of course, that's not true. He'd done things to my wife at a party where all of us were more than a little drunk. An excuse of sorts for what had already happened. But this was much different and he knew it as he smiled at me across the room and stroked his hand up and down my wife's thigh.

The look on her face was indecipherable as she looked back at me, her arms crossed under her breasts. Her look didn't ask me for help but it also didn't say she was enjoying what I'm sure she knew could happen.

Whatever chance I had to stop things immediately disappeared as his smile broadened as he looked at me. He nodded and turned to Amy, who looked up at him.

"I'm glad to see you dressed the way I told you to." He smiled and looked down at the halter top and shorts with the wide stretches of skin they exposed. "Relax, honey. You really are going to enjoy this." I realized that my hands were gripping the arms of my chair as if I were on a roller coaster and hanging on for my life.

It seemed impossible when his big hand went to her bare stomach and softly caressed. She stiffened and held her breath as she looked down at his hand. His other hand moved up to lift her chin toward him. Again she stiffened and moved a little away but his lips still covered her mouth.

For a moment, she could have been a statue for all the reaction she showed, her eyes open, her body stiff, her free arm laying on the couch at her side. Maybe her eyes flickered toward me. But then she visibly relaxed, let her head bend back slightly, closed her eyes, moved her hand up to his powerfully displayed biceps below the casual teeshirt, and opened her mouth to take his tongue into it. She didn't react when his hand moved up onto the front of her halter top to cover her breast.

I felt myself get hard and took the opportunity to straighten myself as I hadn't been able to do in the more public situation the night before. Even though they weren't paying any attention to me, I hoped neither of them saw me do it. It felt to me that I was stamping my okay on what was happening between my boss and my wife.

For what seemed like hours, I watched Russ kiss her and manipulate her breast. Except for his hand and their lips, the tableau was frozen. In fact, it may have been five minutes or half an hour that he kissed her but I think somewhere near the middle of that time span. It did give me time to thoroughly see her enjoying the kiss, her toes splaying wide as her mouth moved on his. And I saw him get hard in his tan shorts, his heavy legs spread slightly. And I understood completely now what was going to happen and how fast the situation was slipping past my control.

Almost nothing changed as he untied the double knot of the halter top between her breasts and brushed the white material to the side to fully expose her to my view. His hand returned to her breast but, after softly massaging the flesh for a moment, his finger and thumb went to her hard, perky nipple to pull gently, release like it was made of rubber, and pull again over and over. More of her body became involved in his manipulation then, the muscles of her bare stomach squirming and her legs moving rhythmically.

He switched back and forth from one nipple to the other with his manipulations and I began to breath much harder as I watched her reacting more to it as well. Knowing how sensitive her nipples are made me understand her enjoyment of what he was doing to her.

She was breathing hard and totally unconcerned about me when he turned her sideways across his lap. He didn't hesitate to cover her hard, upturned nipple with his lips as he looked up at me. Her head rested on his forearm turned upward allowing her to open her mouth for more air as he sucked the tender, sensitive bud. Strangely, I thought it looked very loving as her legs squirmed, opening and closing, stretched out on the couch.

He never slowed his ministrations to her nipple and she didn't really change much in her position as he found the short zipper at the side of her tiny shorts and moved it down. His eyes twinkled as he looked at me. She gasped as his hand went into the waistband at the front of the shorts to stroke her tummy - another of her very sensitive spots. It was like he'd been in our bed watching me find what she liked the most.

She gasped again as his teeth closed on her nipple to pull upward before releasing it again to rubber band back before he attacked it the same way again. Her legs spread slightly and her hand went to the front of her shorts as his hand moved down further inside. I saw the second his finger found the sensitive trench above her pussy both by the bulge at the front of the shorts and her arched reaction to his touch.

She squirmed and squealed as his hand dove further down, sliding a finger into her as his lips covered her areola so his tongue could flick at the nipple inside his mouth. Her entire body squirmed to the twin touches on her most sensitive parts. I couldn't help smiling with her pleasure and, of course, he chose that second to look up at me again to catch the smile.

He didn't stop sucking her nipple as he removed his hand from the tiny white shorts and moved her legs together before catching the waistband at one side, inching them down, moving to the other hip, inching down, back, inching. She lifted slightly and he moved the shorts down below her bottom. Only a couple of more tugs took them to her knees. Without her top half reacting, she lifted her knees so he could push the shorts down and off one ankle.

He lifted one of her knees so I could clearly see her moist pubic hair almost as well as he could. Very carefully, he moved his hand so I could see his thick finger slide into her pussy without blocking the view in the least with his palm. In long, slow stokes, he moved the finger from the opening until his hand contacted her pubis hard, out and then all the way back in. Her hips rocked up to meet his finger and jerkily back down away from it over and over.

He broke the pattern after a few minutes to join his index finger to the longer middle finger and again stroke slowly in and out of her body. She moaned with the feelings it imparted. Her legs spread wider to give him better access, her hand on her thigh.

Again, his attentions to her pussy lasted for a long time though I could never have estimated how long that might have been before the soaking wet fingers left her body and moved up to bracket her clitoris. Her entire body curled for a long few seconds as his fingers rubbed quickly across her clit before returning for another copious load of her pussy's lubricating fluids.

The third time he did that, she squealed loudly, curled, and very obviously orgasmed.

***

Amy lay fully exposed with her legs splayed in a most unladylike way, her eyes closed, as he looked up at me then. Obviously, he was totally relaxed and in command of the situation as one arm cradled her and the other hand lay big and open on her stomach.

"You know, from the looks of you two, I was a little concerned that Amy might not know a thing about what pleases a woman most," he said pedantically. "I'm glad to see though that she knows exactly what pleases her. It shows you know what you're doing."

Now how bazaar could it possibly be that I was sitting in my favorite chair watching while my boss of one week fingered my wife to what had looked like a magnificent orgasm and feeling complimented that he thought I'd done well with her. I couldn't help the smile I flashed back at him, pleased out of proportion that he approved. Out of proportion? Christ! I should have been enraged! He had just stripped my wife naked right in front of me and sucked and fingered parts of her body that no one but a husband should ever suck or touch. Should even ever see!

"It's also pretty obvious that you've done this to her before," he continued. Yes, I thought, as I nodded. I'd sucked her nipples often because she liked it so much. I'd had my fingers in her pussy, too. I'd even rubbed a finger on her clit to make her orgasm. But I'd never wet my fingers in her as he had, my fingers much smaller than his anyway, and I'd never used her natural lubrication the way he had to stimulate her. And, whether it was the perspective from across the room as I was or not, I'd never had the opportunity to watch her have an orgasm like the one I'd just seen. I'd also never seen her so totally out of it as she seemed then in his arms either.

"At any rate," he continued casually, "I guess we're going to have to work a little to find something brand new."

That statement made two things obvious: It wasn't over yet as I'd rather hoped and he might stay until he'd found something obviously "brand new" to do to her. It disconcerted me a lot when he spoke as if he'd read my mind.

"Oh yeah. We're going to do some new things for sure." I took a deep, shuddering breath that made me realize that I had actually been holding my breath.

***

"Hey, you know what? I need to see something," he said, still talking just to me. I wondered if Amy was asleep. She wasn't moving except for her steady, slow breathing. I waited for what he was going to say with more than just slight worry. I chewed on my lower lip. "Stand up."

There's something about sitting in your own living room and watching the things I'd watched in the last few minutes. But it was passive. It was just ... well, sitting and watching. Standing up was active and, as I sat forward and stood, it made me a great deal more uncomfortable than I had been before. Somehow, now I was participating and I didn't like it. It made me more of a collaborator in what he was doing. I didn't like it at all and my frown probably relayed that to him, though, as he motioned for me to turn in place, it didn't seem to have an affect on him. I turned.

"What? 135? 140?" Though he'd overestimated my weight, I nodded. "Gotcha by about eighty ninety pounds. 5-6 maybe?" I nodded again. "And about 10 inches."

I should have just sat down then but waited for some reason.

"Drop your pants," he said and I just stared at him with disbelief. This was way beyond what I'd felt standing up. This was a personal invasion. "I need to see something. Just do it, okay?"

I've been to doctors, of course, and forced to take my clothes off for examinations. A couple of times, I've gotten undressed in front of Amy, though more frequently in the dark, and then not feeling very comfortable. In PE classes in school, I'd never been naked in a locker room at all, preferring to stay in my underwear and ignore showering. I'd purposely never taken a swimming class where I'd have to get into swimming trunks.

"What?" I asked, hoping he'd change his mind or that I'd misheard him.

"Just drop your pants for a second. Pants and underwear." I had heard him right and didn't know how to get out of it.

My heart beating like a jackhammer, I slowly undid my belt and zipper before blushingly looking at him and pushing my pants and underwear down onto my thighs. I couldn't look at him, knowing that he was probably smiling, at least, and maybe trying to stifle laughter. I couldn't stand that.

The combination of time, the complicity of standing up, and the embarrassment of taking my pants down had conspired to make me as soft as I ever get. At least he didn't laugh out loud.

"Can you make it hard?" he asked as I felt my balls trying to crawl up inside me in the cool room air.

"No," I got out through clenched teeth. There was absolutely no way.

"Go ahead and sit down but why don't you keep your pants down? Maybe take them off, huh?" I couldn't believe what he said but sidled back into my chair with them still around my thighs. "So you're about five inches? Does the head get real fat?"

I nodded but, depending on his measurements and description of "fat", I doubted it. I hadn't measured myself since I was an early teen but I only hoped that I was 5 inches and the head of it WAS bigger, when I was hard, than the shaft below. So maybe it was right.

I watched him lift Amy up to a sitting position, her eyes opening but fuzzy looking. She closed her legs quickly and twisted in place to sit back as she had been before he put her across his lap and took her clothes off. She made no attempt to refasten her halter top that hung on the outsides of her breasts. Actually, she looked too tired and spent to care. Her head even went back to rest against the couch back.

She didn't watch as he undid his shorts and lifted his bottom to push them down his legs. He lifted a sneaker and pushed it off before taking the shorts off that foot. He did the same with the other shoe and foot. Though I thought I shouldn't be looking, I saw a dark mass between his very hairy thighs.

"Amy," he said softly. "Have you been with a lot of guys?" She shook her head. She'd told me she had a boyfriend in high school who had played with her bare breasts and rubbed her through her panties. "Anybody else?"

"No," she mumbled so softly I almost couldn't hear her, though I could read her lips.

"Okay. Then we definitely have something new for you." She still wasn't really reacting.

***

"I want you to watch, honey," he said as he spread his heavy thighs and put his hand around his cock to lift it. Loose and soft, I still saw the head of it at the top of his hand as he wrapped it around it. But what caught my immediate attention was his dark skinned scrotum below his hand, filled what looked painfully with testicles the size of walnuts that pulled the loose skin all the way to the surface of the couch. I thought they must hold a quart of cum.

Amy lifted her head to stare down between his legs after following his eyes that direction. She blinked as we all watched him stroke his cock, really coming fully awake for the first time since he'd sat her back up.

Uncircumcised, as I am, his hand slid skin up to cover the tip of it and down to expose the redder skin. He obviously wasn't completely hard yet and was still longer than his hand could cover. His thumb only overlapped his fingers slightly.

Given the freedom to watch what I wanted by both their inattention, I saw Amy's eyes open further with some more quick blinks. Then her mouth opened with what I thought was probably amazement. Looking at his hand again, I could see that at least a third of his cock was above his hand as he stroked it.

"What do you think?" he said softly, taking the massive organ between thumb and finger near his hair covered body to show it off to my wife.

I have no way to measure how long he was. Long, for sure. The shaft at his body was, I thought, somewhere near 2 inches across and seemed to thicken a little up to a point perhaps an inch below the much redder head where it became quite a bit smaller. The head was, if possible, wider than the widest part of his shaft with a flare that reminded me a little of one of those German World War II helmets. But the head wasn't rounded, like those helmets, but shaped like a cone to a point. I could see the hole at the summit easily from across the room. Strangely, I thought, the whole thing seemed to curve considerably from base to head so, though he held it up straight, the head pointed toward his face. Amy was staring with her eyes and mouth open.




New Lives for Amy & Me



I'm not sure she could have said anything even if she'd really wanted to and she didn't look like she wanted to say anything.

"Go ahead and touch it if you want," he said very softly. She seemed as frozen as one of those animals beguiled by a cobra. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing and her breath caught in a shudder as she took a deeper breath. "Go ahead," he urged.

It surprised me when she lifted her hand - shaking considerably - and touched the heart shaped head. He smiled but didn't react otherwise when her fingertips made contact with it. "Don't be nervous. It's okay." Both of us watched the hitch in her breathing as she studied the soft head with her fingers and thumb. Strangely, my thought was that she'd never touched me that way but then I'd never displayed mine for her the way he was either.

Her fingers went to the hole at the tip and contacted what must have been a large drop of pre-cum. I knew that because when she lifted the finger, there was a sticky string tied to it. Under all the combined circumstances, it was totally impossible that she would move her fingers away and take the sticky drop to her mouth. She licked it off her finger with her tiny pink tongue. He chuckled.

"Good?" She didn't answer or blush or look away from the "snake". She put her hand on her leg instead of returning for more exploration. "If you want to taste it, go ahead." Her eyes flickered up to look at his smile and back down again. Obviously, she was thinking about it. The thought was enough to make me as hard as I ever get, sitting there in my chair with my pants around my knees. My far smaller cock jumped.

On our honeymoon, when everything was still possible and new for us, she'd taken me in her mouth in the dark. Using it like a lollipop, she'd sucked me for what I thought was the most wonderful few minutes of my life before moving away well short of my climax and telling me she didn't like it. Wanting to be as considerate of her as I could, I never pressed her to do it again and she never volunteered.

I was absolutely, positively sure she wouldn't do it; sure until she leaned forward and licked the tip directly. He let it go as she moved her little fingers to hold it up. Her mouth opened impossibly far to take all of the fat head into it as her eyes closed.

"God yes, sweetheart," he moaned, looking directly into my eyes. "Yeah, use your tongue. Get it all. Oh yeah. Mmmmmm." His hips hunched up to her as her cheeks hollowed to suck. Still, her mouth covered only a little more than the head.

His hand went to her breast and kneaded virtually all of it. She squirmed with obvious pleasure as he did it, frozen in her sucking except for the hollowing and relaxing cheeks. I wondered if she was going to let him cum in her mouth as she continued and his eyes unfocused. Again, I was sure that's what was going to happen and, again, she surprised me as she sat back up, staring at his now purple head wet with her saliva.

"Are you going to ..." she said very very softly before choking.

"Say it," he said.

"... fuck me?" she finished even softer.

"Yes," he answered softly. She stared at the mass of it jumping against his stomach.

"Will it ... hurt?"

"Maybe. A little." He smiled. "We'll go slow and make it good." She nodded.

My wife had just asked my boss to fuck her right in front of me. He'd agreed. She might as well not known I was in the same room. It didn't appear that he cared whether I was there or not. And I wasn't jumping up and down, screaming. I was just sitting there with my little hard-on in my fingers. His eyes moved up to lock with mine and I knew absolutely that I could say no and he would stop.

It crossed my mind that Amy would probably be really mad if I said it. It also crossed my mind that Russ might have been upset with me in that case or he might have more respect for me if I did. I couldn't say no. I couldn't. But I didn't have to say yes either. I didn't have to smile or nod.

My decision moment passed as he nodded.

***

Not understanding what Russ was doing, Amy wasn't a lot of help as he moved her up onto her knees. Thinking, as I was, that he was going to lay her down on the couch and ... make love to her, that was the direction she was trying to move as he held her biceps almost under her arm. Quickly, it became obvious to me that he didn't want her to lay down. Instead, he was moving her up over his lap.

Again, she misunderstood his intentions, starting to lift her left leg over his. With that hand tugging her to the side and the other around her waist, he finally twisted her around to face me, though her head was down and hidden by her loose hair as she looked down at his thick legs. With some more guiding, he finally had her up on her knees facing me, her legs on either side of his.

I noticed that Amy was wet between her legs, the usually almost white pubic hair darker around the cleft there.

Holding her side with one huge hand, he bent the mass of his cock until the tip pointed straight up toward her pussy, the base of it really pointed more toward me. She made a little sound that could have been fear or childlike anticipation. Maybe it was both.

"We'll go real slow so you can get used to it," he said softly. "Just ease down a little." A little whimper escaped her lips as the head pressed against her invisible hole. The contrast between her tiny body and his massive cock was plain to me and I was positive it would never go in.

The hand that had been holding her up moved between her legs and, I saw plainly, manipulated her labia as his other hand moved the bulbous cock head between them. She vibrated with a combination of physical exercise in this strange position and nervousness. I watched her pink tongue tip peek out of her lips in concentration. She clenched slightly as his fingers moved away from her labia and contacted her disproportionately large clit. I'd never noticed it was that big and wondered why I hadn't.

Moving the cock head in the sensitive folds of skin, his other arm pressed her down. Barely visible, I saw her frown as she clenched her eyes closed. It was very big and she was obviously having trouble allowing it into her though I could only see a small amount of that helmet outside of her. He pressed down on her thigh a little more and more of it disappeared into her. I didn't think it was going to be possible.

Then, at once, the head and perhaps an inch of the shaft below disappeared into her and she squealed and threw her head back, arched her back to propel her beautiful breasts forward, and let out a long gasp from a wide opened mouth. She sat back more on the cock and it bent toward me.

His hands both went to her sides under her arms and lifted, hunched his hips up slightly, pulled her down, hunched away and up several times, then pulled her down and hunched up at the same time.

"That's it, baby," he said as her center began to respond to his efforts. More than half of the huge member was inside her body, something I couldn't believe was possible.

Frozen in a kind of continual spasm, Amy hovered over him as he began to hump up and back into her perhaps an inch that alternately made her labia disappear inside her and protrude like puckered lips around it. Her breathing turned to panting, her head back and mouth wide.

It seemed every hunching stroke went into her a little more until something like a third was all that was still outside her. Then, on his up stroke and her less noticeable movement down to meet him, she squealed loudly and stiffened.

"Oh! Oh god! M-m-my cervix," she moaned. I realized she'd never said anything about that to me and, though I'd seen the diagrams in health classes and explored the pictures in the encyclopedia, I really wasn't sure what it was.

"Oh yeah, honey. Right up against it now," he said. His hands went to the tops of her hips and very obviously pressed down. "To it and through it now."

More animated than she had been yet, she shook her head and moaned. "No! Please! No! It h-hurts."

"Just for a second and we'll bust this cherry," he said with a chuckle. Sweat had popped out on her forehead and she gently swung her long hair from side to side as she bit her lip and clenched her eyes in obvious pain.

My mouth open, I thought I should rescue her. Should do something. He pressed her down harder and humped up into her.

Her scream filled the room as her other sounds hadn't. Her mouth flew open and her whole body struggled against the pressure he was exerting on her hips. Her hands flew to his wrists to push her upper body up in an exercise ill suited to her tiny arms. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to lift herself off his impaling shaft.

Totally amazed, I saw that there was absolutely no space between her pussy and his body as he hunched up into her again. She sobbed and shudderingly swung her head from side to side as he froze her there against him until she took a long deep breath. Then he eased the pressure and she lifted herself until I could see more than an inch of space. She moaned again and I thought that purely mechanically, that flared helmet head must be at the upper entrance of her cervix. She squealed again.

She didn't resist his returned pressure to move her fully onto him again. Then he began releasing and pressing down, releasing and pressing, her arms straining to lift herself. But now he was truly fucking her very very deeply.

"Oh god, baby. That's it. Yeah, good. Oh yeah."

With virtually her entire weight on him, I couldn't believe that it could be so easy for him to move one hand across her breasts to take the furthest nipple in his fingers and thumb to roughly tug and roll it as the other hand dove between her thighs and very roughly rubbed her wet clit.

I'd thought she was totally concentrated on lifting herself off him until then when I saw her moving herself up and down on his cock faster and faster.

"Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh god! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she howled with her head thrown all the way back again.

"That's it, baby. Cum! Cum good! That's it!" he said more loudly. "Oh fuck! Ahhhhhhh!" I could see his heavy balls spasm and the muscles in his legs clench as he came in her. "Oh fuck yes! Drain me, baby! Right into your fucking womb. Christ!"

Her entire body spasmed and clenched on itself as her beautiful breasts bounded as she continued fucking up and down him. Her squeal of total pleasure escaped slowly and far longer than I thought her lungs could support.

His fingers were flying on her clit and pulling hard enough on her nipple that it looked to be stretched to the breaking point. Then with a final hunch up into her, his legs relaxed and his hands spread to press against her breast and between her legs in a hug that she returned by moving her arms around herself.

I looked down at myself and saw a considerable pool of my own cum filling my belly button and coating my chest and stomach. I didn't remember cuming.

Then I had an unbelievable thought. Amy always insists on me using condoms when we make love. I hadn't even thought to provide one to my boss.

***

Both of them looked asleep, locked together, as I crawled out of my chair and went into the bathroom to clean up before one of them saw me but, as I neared the hallway, I saw Russ's smile from behind Amy's back. He looked at my half mast pants, my cock in my hand, my other hand holding up my teeshirt, and the obvious cum all over my stomach, and winked at me.

It took a few minutes for me to catch my breath and to discuss with myself how stupid it would be to cry, as I cleaned off the cum and straightened my clothes. I washed my face and hands. I knew I had to go back to the living room and only hoped that it was over.

When I did, I realized it wasn't. They hadn't moved and I thought that Amy was sound asleep. Her chest rose with her relaxed breathing.

"Good," Russ said as I returned and started toward my chair. "Come here."

My inclination was to ignore him or, worse, let go of the emotions I was feeling with an outburst of the rage inside me. I bit my tongue and turned back to them.

"Come here," he said more pointedly. I took a step toward them and met my wife's open eyes. Her expression really didn't show much of anything. "Okay, Amy," he said much more solicitously. "I think I'm soft enough that it'll come out now." I realized that he meant that his fat cock head had been locked inside her cervix and caught the implication that they'd tried before.

His hands moved back to her waist and the fingers sunk into her soft flesh to lift. She helped by putting her shaking, weak hands on his forearms to lift herself. She still gasped and spasmed slightly before it came further out of her. Then she sighed as they lifted her further until it fell out of her body. She moaned as if disappointed and started to move to the side.

"No. Stay here," he said, guiding her toward me somewhat and sitting her on his hairy knees. "Come down here," he said to me over her shoulder as she relaxed back against his chest. "I want you to see what a well fucked cunt looks like. Come on. Get close."

Amy looked humiliated and her blush spread even further than the flush in her cheeks and chest before. With his guidance again, she uncurled one leg and then the other from his sides and over the edge of the couch cushion. She was uncomfortably perched on his knees as he reached down and put a hand behind each of her thighs behind her knees and spread her legs until they pointed straight out to her sides.

Staring, I saw white foamy cum at the lewdly displayed opening of her pussy amidst the soaking wet mass of pubic hair and the center of her angrily reddened labia.

"You can't see with that cum there. You better lick that up." I looked at his smiling face as if he was crazy. I'd never even considered licking Amy there and certainly had no intention of doing it when it was this disgustingly wet. "Do it!" he said more forcefully and I reacted to the tone by dropping to my knees and quickly licking the foamy material. Gagging, I sat back slightly and looked at her pussy.

It was red and sore looking in the entire area but, in the center, her pussy stood open on an inch diameter black hole into her body. As I stared open-mouthed, her body spasmed slightly and a large glob of white cum appeared at the opening.

"Eat it all," he said and I didn't think twice. What a moment before seemed the absolute last thing in the world I would do became vital. I had to. My hands on the insides of her thighs, my lips closed over the opening of her pussy and my tongue dove into her. She gasped and spasmed. Every time her body spasmed slightly, I got another mouthful of their combined cum. I cleaned it all up.

I looked up her body to see her smiling down at me. Her hands came lovingly down into my hair, stoking my head as I licked and sucked at her opened pussy. My nose buried in her trench, I could smell nothing but the powerful sex. She began rocking her hips up against my lips.

Then I noticed her hard clitoris at the end of my nose. It attracted me as nothing ever had and I abandoned her drier pussy to take the sensitive bud into my lips where I could suck and lick it. She squealed and tried to roll but, if I hadn't had a firm enough hold on her thighs, Russ's hands held her in place.

She made incomprehensible noises as she orgasmed magnificently. I felt the cum squirt of her against my chin and neck and returned to her open hole to clean it up. It tasted, I thought, more like her and less like him. Then I moved back to her clit and sucked it harder. It was large enough that I could hold the tip of it against my gums behind my teeth with my tongue. She screamed and lost all control of her body. Her fingers clenched in my hair hard enough that it hurt and her legs moved in and out like a frog's against both our hands.

"No! No! Please! Stop! Oh god!" she squealed weakly. I licked up a last dollop of cum that had trickled down to her asshole and sat back. I must have been a sight with the glistening cum all over my face and a stupid grin.

***

The rest was anticlimactic that afternoon. Russ helped Amy to sit beside him as he put his shorts and shoes back on. She watched with a grin as I sat back across the room.

Still naked except for the halter top around her shoulders, she stood in front of him and accepted a long kiss before walking him to the door of the apartment.

"See you later, honey," he said before leaving with a wave in my direction.

In the silence of the living room, I watched her go back to the couch, bend over deeply to show me her bare bottom when she picked up her shorts, and fall back onto the cushion, crossing her legs. She didn't cover herself. She nervously looked at her hands as they manipulated the shorts.

"Thanks," she said softly and I wondered what she was thanking me for. I guess it showed on my face. "For ... everything." For standing by watching my boss fuck her, strip her? For sucking his cum out of her? For giving her an orgasm? For being so weak I let it happen?

"I'm so glad that you could see how much I wanted to ... uh try ... things. I never would have if you hadn't let me. I would have always wondered. About ... all those things."

"I didn't do anything." I was deeply ashamed that I hadn't stood up to him. Stopped it all.

"Yes. You did a lot. You could have ... well you could have said no."

"Maybe." I wasn't so sure I could have done anything.

"If you had said no, I would have fought him. I think really, if you said no he wouldn't have done anything. And I'd never know."

Unbelievably sexy, she shrugged off the halter top and came across the room to me. Stunned, I could only watch as she took my pants off and, for the first time, sucked me to orgasm. A few minutes later, after some long loving kisses, she climbed over me and guided my smaller cock into her. I was pleased that her pussy was tight around me and that she had an orgasm with me.

***

Two weeks later, Russ came into my cubicle and told me I was getting a small supervisory job and an attached considerable raise. I was pleased, of course, but not fooled.

"I want you to know that this doesn't have anything to do with Amy." I didn't believe it but was glad he said it.

"Hang on a second," I said as he stood beside the cubicle entrance. I picked up the phone and called home. "Honey? Hi. Russ just told me I'm getting a raise. Yeah. Me too.

"Anyway I was thinking. I'm pretty sure Russ wouldn't mind if we go out to lunch to celebrate. Want to meet us?" I looked up at him and watched him smile. "Yeah. How about wearing that little white sundress I like so much? I'm sure Russ will like it too. No. No of course not. Underwear just ruins the lines." Russ's smile spread even further. "See you at noon. Love you more than I can ever say."

"I'll stop by a little before twelve," Russ said as he turned to leave the cubicle as I hung up the phone. "Your new office is over there, by the way." He pointed across the room.



New Lives



"Did he like looking at your pussy baby? Did he fuck you tonight?"

"Yes...I mean no. He didn't fuck me but he said he loved looking at my pussy. I even let him touch it. And at the door just now, when he brought me home...he hugged me and he rubbed his hard cock against me as we kissed...that's why I need to fuck."

Pat climbed on top of me and lowered herself down my cock. In seconds she had established a rhythm and was jacking my cock with her pussy. Her tits bounced and I tried hard to hold out for a little while.

"Is his cock real big? Did you like it when he rubbed you with it?"

"Not long, but it seems kind of thick. I liked it, but it scares me that he did that..."

"I tell you babe, Greg wants to fuck you and he's going to give it a try and soon...You'd better be ready, one way or the other..."

"If he fucks me, will you hate me?"

"Why would I hate you? I'd fuck Kelly if I had a chance, I wouldn't hate her, and I wouldn't hate me...so why would I hate you or Greg if he gets to fuck you?"

"You wouldn't hate me?"

"I wouldn't hate you if you couldn't resist that big thick cock..."

Pat smothered me with kisses and suddenly I felt my load gush into her pussy again. Her body shuddered and shook and we both gasped for air. Then she lowered herself so her tits were crushing against my ribs. Soon we were both asleep.

Nothing much seemed to happen the rest of the week. They landed the deal, but the client left town on Tuesday. Pat continued to dress provocatively at home and at work. On Friday she called me and told me we were going to Greg's house on Saturday for a little party. Jared was leaving Friday for a week of fly fishing with a friend's family.

Saturday afternoon, Pat came in to the den. She was wearing the tiniest thong bathing suit I had ever seen. It was pink. The pussy patch was only about an inch and a half across at the top and was only about 3 inches from the point to the top. The nipple covers were triangles about one and a half inches from point to point. And the thing was very light, nylon mesh. I could see everything she had to offer.

"Is this one of the suit Greg helped you pick out?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

"I love it, and so does my wiener. I'm getting hard already and it isn't even wet yet."

She handed me a similar thong, in Orange. "This is yours. Greg has one just like it."

"Well, this is, ah...ah...I don't think it will cover my cock if he gets excited."

"That's okay, Kelly won't want it covered anyway."

"Really? Maybe I should get a regular suit, just in case."

"No, Greg insisted that we wear these suits, and nothing else."

"That's kind of ballsy of him."

"Well, you know Greg. Ballsy is his middle name."

When we got to Greg's house, we were surprised by the size of the lot and the house. The nearest neighbor was probably 100 yards away as the house was situated at the top of a cul de sac and set back well off the street. The area between the houses was covered with trees and bushes making almost a forest in the middle of which was Greg's lot. 

Upon ringing the doorbell, we were greeted by Megan, his 12 year old daughter. She was wearing a suit similar to Pat's, but it was pale blue. She didn't yet have the body to fully exploit its potential, but she looked good, nevertheless. Jenny, Greg's wife was wearing a similar and only slightly more modest suit. It was dark blue, so her nipples and the slit of her pussy were not quite as easy to make out. When we saw Kelly, I almost lost it. Her suit was even smaller than Pat's. The bottom patch was a triangle about two inches in all directions and the upper triangles were only about an inch from point to point. The top of her shaved pussy slit was actually exposed and her half dollar sized areolas were a little bigger than the nipple covers could hide. The fabric was the same as Pat's, but it was white and being already wet, it was virtually invisible. Kelly's boyfriend, Frank and Greg were wearing suits like the one I had been given. Their cocks were quite obviously firm and struggling to escape already. Frank's was pink, like Pat's and Greg's was a pale chartreuse. 

As Greg approached he made kind of an opening motion with his arms and thrust his hips out to Pat. He handed me a drink and then took my wife in his arms and gave her a big hug and a kiss. He made no effort to conceal that he was rubbing his cock against her pussy.

"Pat and Bob! Glad you could make it!" He handed Pat the drink from his other hand. "Hey Bob, come over here and help me with the steaks. Pat, I don't think you've met Frank, go say hello...make yourself comfortable."

I headed over to Greg and the grill while my wife went over to the pool with the others.

Greg did not beat around the bush. "So Bob, have you and Pat ever been in to swinging?"

"No."

"That's okay. We haven't either. Don't get me wrong, we've thought about it, but with Megan around and all, it would just get complicated. You know, Jenny is kind of a wild lady deep down. When she was in college she was in the wild crowd and even spent a year as a groupie for a rock band. From what she's told me, they had some pretty crazy times...you know, sex, drugs and rock and roll...all that stuff."

"You don't say? I would not have guessed..."

"Yeah, and let me tell you, she's a tiger in bed. How about Pat? She sure looks hot now that she's loosened up in the wardrobe area...is she as hot as she looks?"

"Well..."

"Let me tell you, that Dobbs guy really went for her even more than he did Kelly. He told me he didn't believe it was the marm in those outfits on Catalina. He really wanted to get into her pants and for a minute there I wondered if she was going to let him."

"Ah..."

"So what would you think if Pat started fucking around?"

"Well..."

"Cus let me tell you, she sure gets hot when she's had a couple of drinks and a guy is pushing the right buttons...if you know what I mean."

"So anyway, I'm not telling you that she's gonna fuck around, but I'm telling you she might. The situation might present itself in such a way that she won't be able to help herself. Of course, I could intervene and put a stop to it if it's with a client, but what do you think? What would you have me do? Is it gonna be okay with you, or should I stop her, or just let her do what she wants?"

"Well..."

"Cus you know me, I'm a salesman and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to close the deal..."

"Well, first off, let me say I'm not gonna fuck her. Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful woman and I love the fuck out of her, but I'm not gonna fuck up our working relationship...Now, if something should happen with that, like if she quits or something, then all bets are off. I mean, shit man, she's fucking hot and then she would be fair game. I mean, I like you and all, but a piece of ass like that is too good to leave on the table."

Just then there was a shriek and a splash. I looked up to see Kelly holding a piece of pink material in her hand. Megan, Frank and Pat were in the water. The shriek had come from Megan. Pat and Kelly were laughing hysterically.

"Dad, Frank needs a new bathing suit!" Megan laughed.

"Tough shit dude, we don't usually wear bathing suits so I don't have one to loan you."

Frank just shrugged his shoulders and laughed. Megan got out of the water and got some towels from a nearby cabinet.

The steaks were ready just as Jenny was finished setting the table.

"Seriously dude?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, seriously...don't be a pussy...just get your ass out of the water and come to the table. We're all gonna be naked pretty soon anyway." Greg answered jovially.

I looked at my wife as she emerged from the pool. Just as I had expected, her suit was now transparent.

"Damn, Bob, you're wife looks hot!" Greg said as he openly adjusted his cock in it's little pouch. "I knew this pool party was gonna be a great thing!"

The evening was well lubricated by alcohol, graciously served by Megan. Soon, just as Greg had said, we were all naked. I was slightly surprised at my wife and Jenny as they moved quite easily with the tide. 

At about 11 o'clock Greg made a little speech about the big steps the business had made in just a couple of weeks and offered a toast to Kelly and Pat. Then he produced two checks for a thousand dollars each and gave them to the girls as a bonus. "You guys really stepped up to the plate and I want to let you know we're all going to share in the rewards of the new successes as we go forward." Greg gave each of the naked women a big hug and a kiss as he gave them the checks. I was mesmerized as I watched my beautiful nude wife hugging that naked and fully erect man right in front of his wife and daughter.

After another round of drinks, the party broke up and we all prepared to head home. Greg made a point to walk us to the door and once again he gave Pat a big hug and kiss. He patted me on the back and said "Just remember what I said. It's almost a sure thing."

The drive home was fun, both of us naked and feeling good. 

"So what was Greg talking to you about?" Pat asked.

"He was talking about you."

"What?"

"Well, he was talking about how sexy you are and how he wants to fuck you and how Dobbs wanted to fuck you and how other clients will want to fuck you and how you almost let him and that it's almost a sure thing that someday some guy is going to want to fuck you and you're going to let him..."

"And?"

"And he said you get real hot when you drink and if a guy knows what buttons to push you're going to end up with a cock or two in you sometime."

Pat just giggled and playfully shifted my cock as I drove as carefully as I could. I didn't want to be pulled over by a cop with my naked wife and my cock betraying my coolness. I was relieved when the garage door closed behind our car and we were able to discreetly get in to the house. My cock was still very stiff and as soon as we entered the house, Pat turned and dropped to her knees. She took my cock into her mouth and quickly began sucking, rolling back and pulling me down so I was doing a pushup with my cock in her mouth.

Just before I was ready to cum scalding buckets of seed down my wife's throat, she rolled us over. Quickly she got on her hands and knees, presenting a beautiful rear entry invitation. My cock slid into her dripping cunt with ease. In seconds we were rutting like sex deprived animals. My cock rammed in to her over and over. I reached forward and tweaked her nipples as I pounded long and hard strokes into her sopping heat.

"So, are you going to let that happen?" I asked.

"What?"

"What Greg said?"

"Oh fuck! I don't know..." 

Suddenly a massive wave of pleasure pounded her body. It started at her clit and pussy and traveled through her entire being. The tight grasp of her pussy on my engorged cock was too much and I flooded her with those pent up buckets of scalding seed. We collapsed on the floor.

When we awoke, it was morning and we were still on the carpeted entry from the garage.

A few days later, Pat told me that Greg and Kelly were now fucking on a regular basis. Pat said that Greg and Kelly sometimes fuck in his office and they make no pretense about what's going on. They've invited her to join in a few times. She said she's gotten naked with them and played a little touchy-feely, but Greg has not tried to fuck her...yet.

Frank and Jenny had stayed after we left and they ended up spending the whole night. Jenny turned out to be bisexual and Kelly was too. Greg and Frank enjoyed the show and poked around a little when they had chances.