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The Boss's Wife

By: callmejack



If I decided to really start at the beginning of this story, it started with a handshake – not with her but with her husband Greg. I had been called for an interview by his search firm and when I was introduced, and we shook hands, I knew I was going to work with him. It was visceral. Two hours later I was offered the VP position. I started the following week. This is a true story and its mine.

When I arrived for my first day I was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by the office staff and the boss's wife. She was about 45 or so, 5'4" with a well maintained body, proportional breasts, trim figure, cute little ass, shapely legs and a bright smile. To say the least she was extremely attractive.

Over the next couple of weeks as I got settled into the new position, I had the opportunity to spend a great deal of time with her. Let's call her Gail for these purposes. We shared some physically close moments that, when I reflect backwards on it, were probably uncomfortable for both if us – we both recognized the attraction and the sexual tension.

Me? I'm 46 years old, about 6 foot tall and I try to stay in shape with a weekly workout and regular golf. Some months I need to lay off the big meals and spend more time at the gym. I had been divorced from my wife for about three years and had decided I needed a personal life change. So I quit my job and moved about as far away as possible to someplace where I knew no one. After three months of searching I had finally landed a job. 

So back to Gail. Our first real physical connection was actually in public at a Memorial Day party at their home. I was greeted with a warm and firm hug, which I reciprocated. Her body was completely against mine which allowed me the opportunity to feel the outcome of her regular workouts and the subtleness of the rest. I reacted like any other red-blooded horny America guy. I was hardening almost immediately and backed away to avoid any embarrassment. She looked up to my face, locked onto my almost black eyes, smiled with what I could only call an invitation, and left. 

I've been around a little and I recognized some of the signals she was sending and there is no question in my mind she knew she was sending them. I like to flirt but what she did was more like a challenge. I made sure the next time I saw her that day was when I said good bye and thank you.

The following weekend, about 6:30PM on Saturday my cell phone rang. It was Gail and she was obviously drunk. She was crying about a fight she had with Greg and how hard she worked at pleasing him and how she didn't think he loved her anymore. I talked with her for about an hour reassuring her until she finally calmed down. I inquired if she was ok and she answered she was and thanked me. She closed by saying how grateful she was to have me as a friend. Then she added "how come some lucky woman hasn't latched on to you?"

"I've been married twice, neither worked out very well. So for now, I'll just having some time for myself. I really enjoy living alone. I have a nice place, plenty of help, and company if I want some."

She laughed. "I'm sure you do! I'll bet they're lining up! Thanks again" and hung up.

I didn't see or talk to Gail for almost two months after that. Then one night the phone rang. She was drunk and at their cabin in the mountains. Her husband was at their other house. I learned they had another fight and I really didn't want to play referee for my boss and his wife. But, being the kind of guy I am and the position I was in, we went through a lot of the same conversation as the first time.  

"You are so good at calming me down and getting me to see clearer. How come you are willing to do this with me?" she asked.

"Well, I like both of you and I consider you friends. If I can help you guys smooth out the road, I'm willing to do that or at least try by listening. Besides for the money I spent getting in touch with me and the world, the least I can do is share it."

"Does he talk to you too?"

"No, not at all about anything personal."

"Well OK then" and she hung up. Strange and getting stranger.

She was in and out of the office about once a week thereafter and made sure she came into my office to say hello. It would always start with a hug and each time they seemed to get longer and longer, not that I complained. She would often close the door and "want to get something off her chest". Each time it was an apology for her calls or her actions. I made light of it and suggested we let it go.

During that time she would call to talk about things. Each time the topic was about issues she was struggling with and seeking some advice or just needed someone to listen. Each time she was sober.

The next time she called drunk was two months later. This time the conversation went from weird to sexual and back to weird and back to sexual. The sexual innuendo part was a new plateau. It was pretty tame as phone sex goes, talking about how nice my lips were and how she thought I would be a good kisser, what a nice body I appeared to have, etc. etc.. She was embarrassed and wanton all at the same time. She quickly closed off with "I love you – but not in that way".

Notwithstanding this new plateau and her closing admission, I put it out of my mind. She was drunk after all. Until two weeks later. Her husband had gone away with their oldest boy for a long weekend. Their youngest was away at prep school. She was alone for the weekend and another cell phone call came. Had I thought about it, it wouldn't have been a surprise, but this time she was crying. I hate that – a woman crying. There isn't a guy in the world that isn't at least marginally helpless in that situation.

She started out soft and almost whimpering. But the topic wasn't either and she was slurring her words. 

"I'm playing with my pussy. Have you ever played with a very wet pussy. Mine is absolutely drenched. I've been playing with it for most of the day, I'm hornier than hell, and I had to share with someone – even if its fantasy. I even shaved myself for the occasion."

"What's going on here Gail?" I asked almost speechless at her admission.

"I wanted to feel like a woman. I needed to be sexual. I had to have a release, and so I did myself. I can't get anyone else around here to do it! So I bought this big black toy that has a buzzer and its fabulous! Not a substitute but it'll do in a pinch." And she started chuckling.

I was in dangerous territory. "I'm not sure I need to know this!"

"I want you to. I trust you to keep this as our little secret. I love you but not like that!"

"Then how?" She ignored me.

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm at my house in the living room."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes"

"Take your clothes off for me. Grab your thing and play along with me."

"Gail – no!" Trying to be as mannerly and forceful as I can. She kept right on going.

"I want you to take your clothes off to help you get in the mood!"

"I don't think that's a good idea" I answered.

"Why not? I bet you've thought about me naked – I have about you – and you're probably getting hard already thinking about what I'm doing to myself but let me describe it anyway. I'm lying here on the bed, completely naked with my legs spread as wide as I can. My knees are up near my shoulders. Can you picture it? I can see myself in the mirror across from the bed and my big black toy is stuffed in my bald cunie as far is I can take it. " 

"Listen – we shouldn't be doing this."

"Oh yes we should and a lot more if I had the balls! Now take your dick out and yank yourself."

"No"

"The buzzer is on high and it's got me really near the edge. I'm rubbing my clit raw with my hand to get off again. I've cum six times today already and I'm going for a record! Now come on – help me out here!"

"No"

"Well here it is then. I really hate to be obvious and certainly don't like being crass or pulling rank. But I am drunk and can say whatever I want. You can call it sexual harassment if you wish, but I own the company. It was my grandfathers and my dads. So he works for me just like you do. So if you like your job, and the money and benefits you will be getting, you'll agree to your new assignment."

Well when she put it like that. "And what are the new job functions?" as if I hadn't guessed. Then I heard it. She screamed loudly that she was coming and she was sobbing and laughing and gasping for breath all at the same time.

"Number seven – FINALLY!" and she hung up.  

About an hour late she called back.

"Here is your first assignment. Leave work about lunchtime tomorrow. There is a file on my desk, you have a key to my office I know. Bring it out to the ranch. Think you can manage that?"

I wasn't sure I wanted to do it but she wasn't asking. " Sure, see you tomorrow!"

I told staff I would be a while for lunch and drove the seventeen miles up to the ranch. It sat on 14 acres on a hill with a panoramic view the valley below. The nearest neighbor was almost a half-mile away.

As I knocked on the door I heard a thud and a crash of glass, and then nothing.

"Gail – are you there?" Nothing – so I turned the knob and found it was unlocked. I opened the door and saw Gail sprawled out on the floor with a broken bottle of wine. It had started to spread and the robe she was wearing was soaking it up. I rushed over to her to see if she was all right. She was out cold so I pulled her away from all the broken glass and picked her up. As I did her robe fell open and she was wearing only a see-thru bra and equally see-thru thong. 

I found my way to her bathroom, leaned her up in a chair and cleaned up the wine all over her face, neck and chest. I carefully took off the robe and found no other wine so I put her in bed under the covers. She had a fabulous body and it was all I could do not to take a longer tour by braille.

I went back for a towel. For the next half-hour I cleaned up the mess in the front hallway, threw her robe and the towel in the wash so as they wouldn't stain, and put up a pot of coffee. I checked on her a couple of times but she was still asleep. There didn't seem to be any bruises on her head so I figured she was all right.

I took a tour of the ranch house as I drank a cup of the coffee I had made. The views from all the rooms were spectacular, especially the great room with its floor to ceiling stone fireplace and triple wide slider. The house had a wrap-around porch to take advantage of the views which had been carefully furnished with overstuffed chairs and couches. 

After about an hour I checked on her again to make sure she was resting ok. I went back out on the porch and settled into a large chair with another cup of coffee and tried to decide what to do next. She made the choice for me. I heard the rustle of her come up behind me. She was in a fresh robe and holding a cup of coffee. She had washed her face and brushed her hair out as well. She was beautiful even without her normal makeup. She was obviously a little uncomfortable.

"Did you put me in bed?"

"I did and cleaned up the hallway as well. The robe and towels are in the wash so the wine wouldn't stain them and the file is on the kitchen table."

"Thanks. I suppose you saw what you saw, huh?" She was blushing some.

"If you mean you in your underwear it wasn't like I had a choice except to leave the robe on."

"They are pretty revealing huh?"

"Yes they are. But you look pretty good in them. I'm normal when it comes to appreciating something beautiful. Uhhh.... I probably shouldn't say that."

"Its OK and thanks. I like to feel feminine and sexy even if no one can see it."

She paused for a while and I wasn't sure where this was going so I stayed mute.

"I really want to tell you how much I appreciate your help today with this and you being able to keep this confidential. You really are a good guy and I don't know what we would do without you at the company now. You certainly have made yourself indispensable in a lot of ways -especially for me.  But you should probably go."

"Are you sure you'll be able to manage?"

"I'm fine, the coffee has helped my headache. Hangover. Whatever. And Greg will be here in about an hour." As I stood she gave me a long full bodied hug and a small kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for being a gentleman" she whispered in my ear.

Things seemed to quiet down for a while. I didn't see much of her or even talk to her. Then she must have had a bad day because about 10 PM my phone rang. She didn't sound drunk.

"Here is your next assignment. Leave work early tomorrow and tell Mandy (the receptionist) you have a meeting at the bank to finalize our new line of credit. Go to the Victoria's Secret store at the West Mall and I'll meet you there about 4. Don't be late!" and she hung up.

I hadn't had a chance to even respond. Well, I thought, that's pretty harmless and relatively tame. It's a public place. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Promptly at 4:00 I arrived at the store and Gail was already there. She had a few things on her arm. She looked up and smiled and with the twist of her head motioned for me to follow her to the back or the store and into the dressing area. She opened the door to one and quickly pushed me in. There was just enough room for the two of us to stand because of the bench. She hung up the clothes on the hooks and turned to me.

In a whisper she said " I want your opinion on these clothes."

"Ok" and I sat on the bench. I leaned back against the wall. She was about as brazen as could be. She teased by slowly unbuttoning her blouse, then slipping it off her shoulders and hanging it on a hook. She was braless and her nipples were as hard as rocks and her tits and neck were flushed. All the time she stared directly at me and smiled at my growing discomfort. 

"Like what you're seeing. Not like you haven't see it before you know!"

She turned slightly and unzipped her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. She had been pantyless as well. Her bush was now shaved into a "V" pointing directly to her opening as if you wouldn't know where it was. Her pussy had large full lips that opened slightly, like a tulip, and she was obviously excited. She put her hands behind her head, lifted her tits up and twirled slowly to give me a good look.  She had a fantastic body and she was showing it off. Obviously she didn't suit up to sunbathe. And more - she must have come to some kind of a decision regarding me.

"You like?"

"Yup!" was about all I could get out. I was hard as a rock and she knew it. She reached downed and stroked my dick through my pants. I grabbed her hand.

"Just checking! Wanted to make sure you weren't lying." She kept at it. I reached up to squeeze her tits and she slapped my hand away.

"Look but no touch." She reached up and took a nighty off the hook and pilled it over her head. After checking herself out in the mirror, she turned to me.

"Well? What do you think?"

"Revealing and sensual!" 

"OK – I'll buy this one." She took it off and tried on the next one, then the next one and then the next. Each time she modeled for me and they got skimpier and more revealing. The last one was see-thru and left nothing to the imagination. After taking that one off. She calmly pulled on her blouse and her skirt, adjusted herself in the mirror and opened the door. I still had an enormous tent in my pants. She walked out, up to the register and paid for her purchases. About five minutes later I followed her out only to notice she was no longer there. I just went to my car and went home. 

Two days later, a Friday, she called again.

"You know where the Valley Inn Spa is – the clothing optional resort. I'll text you the room number. Be there tomorrow!"

"Listen Gail, are you sure about this because I'm not?"

"When I hugged you I felt your dick press against me, I was sure then. When I grabbed you at Victoria's Secret I confirmed you have a nice dick, and I want all of it. If you are as good in bed as you are at the company I am going to be a very happy woman and, as a result, you will be a very satisfied man! Do you have a problem with any of that?"

"Do I get a vote about this?" 

"Not if you like working there."

"Why the spa?"

"Because I will be there all day anyway."

"We'll talk some more about it tomorrow." Dumb answer but all I could come up with. She had already hung up. Well I guess I was in it up to my neck. She was the boss and headstrong and I needed the job. So I resigned myself to whatever I had to but I was determined to limit it to only this once. I went out and bought a paper and started looking for another job.

As instructed and at the appointed time, I drove to the spa. On my phone was a text from her with room 101 and instructions on where to park and how to get to the room so I didn't have to go through the lobby. I parked as instructed and walked through the garden gate that was closed but unlocked. As soon as I was through, I knew I was overdressed. I had on the only clothes among about 35 people – all in various stages of repose getting sun or a massage or whatever. I ignored the stares and as casually as possible walked to the room. 

The door was slightly ajar and I heard Gail say "come on in – I saw you arrive! I'll be right out."

I entered the room and shut the door. The room was more like a large suite at a five star hotel. It had its own living area complete with bar and 40" LCD TV, and a double door leading to the bedroom. I could here the shower running. Fuck it, I walked into the bathroom and saw Gail taking a shower. I stared at her body – it looked incredible all wet. Her nipples turned up from her firm tits, she had shaved the "V" off, her muscles were all firm but the curves were all there. As if she hadn't noticed me being there, she turned and bent over to get some shampoo and I got a great view of her ass and pussy. I was hard immediately.  

If I was going to quit, I might as well enjoy myself while I could so I shucked my clothes and walked into the shower behind her. She jumped (I think a little too contrived) and squealed with delight. Then she just smiled. "I like a guy who knows what he wants! You want some of this honey? And by the way – I'm stone sober." She reached up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me one of the most sensual and passionate kisses I have ever had. She dropped her hand and grabbed hold of my dick.

"OOOO – nice. I've wanted to do this for months. Can I have some of this?" She bent over and sucked me into her mouth in one fluid motion. She pumped me with her hand and then sucked me all the way down her throat and back, over and over. I grabbed her hanging tits and pinched her nipples hard.  

"Oh more!. Pinch them harder, give them babies a good squeeze!"

I did as she asked and she moaned in delight as she continued her oral onslaught. I turned off the shower, pushed her to vertical, picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was kissing my neck and ear and whispered how much she had fantasized about this moment.

"Oh this is really going to be fun" she yelled as I threw her on the bed. She splayed out with her legs wide and leaned up on her elbows giving me a great view of her entire body. She reached down and started playing with her pussy, alternating with licking her fingers. I stood and watched, amazed at the sexual brazenness of the woman.

"Come on you big stud!  I can tell you want some of this pussy cause your big thing is as hard as a lead pipe. Come fuck this thing till I scream uncle!" I wasn't sure what had prompted this but I wasn't going to ask at that moment.

I walked to the bed, grabbed her ankles, pulled her to the edge and spread her legs around my shoulders. I lined up my dick and teased her a little at the entrance to what was obviously very ready. She was having none of it and, using her legs for leverage, pulled me into her. I lost balance and fell on top, ramming into her waiting pussy with my entire length and touching her cervix with the tip. Man was she wet and hot.


The Boss's Wife



"Oh yeah big boy. Do me deep. Fuck this tramp. Pound me into submission and I will be your willing slave!"

I started a slow and long series of strokes, pulling out almost entirely and ramming it home hard. She squealed and moaned and gasped for breath. She came quickly but I kept fucking her right through it. Her pussy was full and the walls got tighter around my dick but I kept at it. She had another and then another. She was gushing from around my dick and each time I pulled to the tip she would empty more. 

"Oh God I haven't felt this fucked in a long time. Whatever you do, don't stop. Keep fucking. Deeper! Deeper. Fuck me. Fuck me. Give me all of what you've got. Stick that big dick in me, punish me with it!" 

I slapped her tits and she went crazy with lust so I did it again. She was definitely into the hard stuff. I thought she was hot but I hadn't considered she might be into pain. I grabbed hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled them hard alternating between them. She came almost immediately. I reached down and grabbed her labia between two fingers and stretched them out as far as they could go as I continued to pound in and out of her. She came again. But when I squeezed her clit she came so hard she squirted all over me. She never stopped and neither did I.

"Give me more. Give it to me. Fuck me. Keeping fucking me. Dump your load. I want you to come inside me. Come on baby come for me! Oh fuck oh fuck.... Of fuck I'm coming I'm coming" She started pushing back with each stroke so my bone crushed her clit. Each time she cried in ecstasy. 

I finally couldn't hold out any longer, pushed in as deep as I could and squirted more than I had in my entire life. She wrapped her legs around me and held me deep. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting and pulsing. She was milking me dry and I was loving it. It was some of the hottest sex I had ever had.

After a few minutes, with me still buried deep in her she started with her muscles again. Amazingly I started to get hard again, even after that huge ejaculation.  She pushed up and rolled me over onto my back.

"You had your ride. Now its my turn cowboy!"

Still on her knees, she straddled me and sank my dick as deep as it could go. She flexed back, got up on her feet and started to ride my dick up and down faster and faster. Each time she hit the top she squealed and pounded the next time harder. She reached down, grabbed my hands and pressed them to her tits.

"Punish them, I need you to punish my titties. Pinch me, stretch out those nipples till I scream! Squeeze me hard."

I did.

"I said hard!" she screamed as she pumped up and down faster and faster.

With one hand I was pulling on a nipple, stretching out as far as it could go and I grabbed her throat with the other, using a small amount of pressure. She reacted to the kink and started to really go at it, almost jumping up and down, plunging my dick deeper and deeper while she crushed her clit on my bone. Then suddenly, she stopped, dropped down to engulf me and screamed in passion. She came so hard every muscle in her body quivered. She could hardly catch her breath as she pushed load after load of her cum from her pussy. It must have lasted five minutes. 

She rolled over which extracted my dick. Then she curled up next to me. I was still hard as I hadn't yet cum again. She just stared at it. She was flushed from head to foot and panting. She smiled a little and reached out her hand and started to slowly stroke me leaving a thumb at the tip massaging the hole then all the way down the shaft to play with my balls. I didn't care about holding back at that point and after her stroking me harder and harder I came all over her hand. She squealed with delight wiping her hand on my stomach.

I lay there trying to sort it out. I just had the best sex I have ever had with someone else's wife who also happened to be my boss. She interrupted.

"So what do you think? Was that as good as I think it was cause I haven't come that hard ever."

"It was nothing short of incredible!"

"Do you want to get used to having this piece of ass whenever you want? I'm so amazed at your stamina I can't begin to express the gratitude. My husband lasts about three minutes when I get crazy like this, and my two other affairs didn't last much longer. And your predecessor was a wimp – he didn't even make the date.  What do I have to do for you to make you want to keep doing me like that. I'll do anything you want; and I mean anything; just fuck me like that and I'm yours to do as you wish!"

"Are you saying you want to be my sex slave? That's pretty radical."

"I'll be your slave, your slut, your whore, whatever you want as long as you fuck me like you just did regularly. Do you want a raise, you've got it. More benefits, just ask. Just don't leave me now. You've ruined me. The only thing I won't do is divorce my husband!"

I was thinking fast. "OK. Lets make a new contract for me at the company to effect the raise and benefits complete with a golden parachute clause if you suddenly want to get rid of me."

"Done, do it up and I'll sign it, and I'll manage the spin to Greg and HR."

"You know, anything covers a lot of ground."

"I was hoping you had a really good imagination to go along with that marvelous dick of yours." She started to play with it again. I could feel it getting harder as she wrapped her fingers around it and yanked it sensuously and slowly. " Just don't let me get hurt physically in any way and don't embarrass me in town or have Greg find out and I'm up for trying anything. I want to widen my sexual horizons a little, if you know what I mean." She had me hard again.

I rolled her over on her back, grabbed her ankles and placed them on my shoulders and sank my newly hardened dick into her waiting pussy to the hilt. She gasped in pleasure.

"Oh yeah. Fuck this bitch!"

All I was doing was getting lubed up. After a couple of strokes, I pulled out enough to get some of her cum juice on my fingers. I wiped it onto her ass and inserted one finger ever so slowly, still running in and out with my dick. She was ramping up fast. I stretched her a little and inserted a second finger. She squirmed and pushed back.

"Do my ass like you did my pussy! Please hurry!"

She opened her legs as wide as she could, grabbed her ass cheeks from behind and spread her gash open revealing a very fucked and wet pussy hole and a large ass entrance. I gently pulled out of her pussy and laid the head of my dick at the entrance.

"Yes, do me. OWN ME!"

Without any warning I plunged all the way in, intending on using the pain to get her off. It was easier than I had thought. She must have been using the big black toy in her ass as well. I just started pounding away, driving my entire length in and out harder and faster. All she did was moan and rock her hips to get me deeper with each penetration. I pinched her clit and felt her cum as I continued. She started whipping her head back and forth as she grabbed her tits and pulled on her nipples yelling for me to fuck her ass over and over.

She came again, large, and I couldn't hold back either. I dumped another large load, only this time in her ass. After a minute I rolled over in exhaustion. She curled up next to me and put her hand on my chest.

"I'm yours now. You own me to use as you wish for whatever or with whom ever you wish. Only one other has ever had my ass before you, but it was a long time ago, long before I met Greg and when I wasn't old enough to know any better. Now, it's for you to use!"

To be continued



The Boss's Wife



My boss throws a Christmas party every year at his house. 

When I was a simple intern, learning the ropes under Ms. Woods, I wasn't invited. 

Now that I have her job, my boss can't very well exclude me, can he? Even after what we did, or should I say, I did, in his office a few weeks back? Wouldn't it look insane for his secretary not to be there?

The invite came a couple days ago and I immediately RSVP'd. I wasn't going to miss this for the world.

More than anything, I wanted to see what my boss had run off to, what the other woman looked like, acted like, what she was. What she had that I didn't.

I reach out and ring the doorbell as I stand in front of the rather large door on this rather large estate house. When I pulled up just a couple minutes ago, the first words out of my mouth were, "Holy Fucking Shit!"

The door is answered by a butler. I'm wondering how the fuck my boss can afford this place as I hand him my coat and take my purse back from him. I've chosen my red sequined gown for tonight's occasion. I like to think that it's stunning on me. I've yet to get a complaint. Men seem to go crazy about the plunging back and the slit up the side.

I step into what I guess passes for a living room and take in the sight. There have to be at least fifty people here already, with fifty more probably still to come. 

And I spot them over by the wine cabinet, shaking hands and smiling and waving to other people. I try to catch my boss's eye but he's too busy with everyone else, gladhanding and what-not.

But it's not so for his wife. She's a blonde, just like me. In fact, she almost looks like me for a half-second and maybe it's just me imaging myself in her place but I don't think so. She turns away from her husband and starts toward me and I see she's not exactly like me. She's pretty as hell, though.

And then she's standing in front of me. "Anna Kellogg," she says. It's not a question.

"Yes?" 

"Dan has told me so much about you," she says. "I didn't think I'd be able to pick you out of a crowd like this but, like I said, Dan's told me so much about you, I feel like I know you."

"Good things, I hope," I say and then laugh a little. A man with a tray of champagne comes over and Dan's wife and I take a flute each.

She sips and I follow and then she says, "Mostly. But he told me about something else. And I just can't believe him. So I've come to ask you about it."

My heart is leaping again, just as it was a few weeks back. She's going to ask it, I know she is. And then she does.

"Did you really fuck? The two of you, I mean."

Dan is a bit of a liar, isn't he?

How do I say this? Do I just say, "Well, ma'am, actually, I just blew your husband. Then he ran off and went to dinner with you"? I can't believe that he actually told his wife. What kind of guy is my boss anyway? Shit, I don't even know his wife's name.

So I just go for it. "Actually, what's your name?"

"Cynthia," Dan's wife says. I look at her face as she tells me her name. She's not knitting her brows or scowling or anything. In fact, her face remains passive as she sips on her champagne.

"Actually, Cynthia," I say, "It's a long story."

Cynthia puts her champagne down and grabs my arm and takes me basically against my will out of the living room and into the kitchen. There are a couple of workers in there and Cynthia asks them to leave for a couple minutes. One of the chefs protests but she tells him that she won't hold him responsible for anything that goes wrong with the food.

"I thought maybe you'd want to tell this story to me some place quieter."

What the fuck is wrong with these people, I wonder as I sit down at the small table in this large kitchen. Cynthia takes a seat across from me. I take a sip of liquid courage and start with the telling.

After Ms. Woods left, I figured I had no chance to take over her job. I figured it would go to one of the women or men that had more experience. But, apparently, Dan liked something he saw in me.

And, for three months, I understood why I had the job I did. At first, I thought about quitting because of it, because Dan was a fucking pervert and fantasized about me being naked. Maybe he even fantasized about fucking me. 

But then I thought about not having money or a job or a life or anything and then I thought about Dan and about turning the tables on him.

"A few weeks back, I decided I had had enough and I took matters into my own hands, so to speak," I tell Cynthia. "I blew your husband but that's as far as it went, despite what I wanted and what I'm sure Dan wanted."

I brace myself against the slap that is sure to come but when it doesn't, I open my eyes and see Cynthia just smiling.

Again, I wonder what is wrong with these people.

"You're not the first," Cynthia tells me. "And if I'm being honest, thinking about someone fucking Dan or, in your case, blowing him, kinda gets me hot."

I just shake my head side to side as I sip my champagne. Cynthia reaches out and takes my flute glass and then stands over me and pulls me to my feet. Again, she takes me against my will up the spiral staircase at the other end of the kitchen.

I have no idea where we're going but I have a good idea what's going to happen when we get there.

And then we're there and Cynthia is cupping my face in her hands and kissing me and then our tongues are slapping against each other. Her hands are hot as they slip to my spaghetti straps and she's pushing my dress off me. It pools on the floor and I'm naked except for the garter belt that holds my stockings in place.

Cynthia is on her knees instantly and I'm playing with her hair as she licks and nips at my shaved snatch, playfully rolling her tongue across my pussy lips. This is the kind of attention that I wanted from Cynthia's husband a few weeks ago but never got.

Cynthia's tongue makes its way up my slit and between my lips and finds my clit. She sucks it into her mouth and rolls it around and against her tongue. My knees are rapidly going weak and I'm moaning her name.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," I say to her as I push at the back of her head, trying to guide her even further into my cunt. Her hands are around me and against my ass, pushing me forward at the same time.

Her tongue is so deep inside of me I feel like I'm being fucked by a cock. My legs are shaking and I'm about to come. 

And then I'm over the edge, screaming out loud, moaning so loudly I'm sure they can hear me downstairs. Slowly, Cynthia slides her tongue from my steaming warmth and then she's back on her feet, feeding me my sweet nectar.

"I taste so good," I say as she leaves my mouth and she laughs.

"Yes, you do," she says in response.

Cynthia stoops to pick up my dress and hands it to me. I know what she wants me to do but I don't want to leave her just yet and I start across the room for her.

"I gave you what my husband wouldn't or couldn't," she tells me. "We'll see each other again." And then Cynthia's out the door and back at her party, leaving me to get dressed.



The Boss's Wife



All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

*

Brad looked questioningly at Andrea. This was a big deal, getting asked back to the boss's for a drink. He looked at his wife with a smile that said...'We should really do this!'

"Well honey, what do you say?..." he asked hopefully.

"It's so nice of you to ask us! That would be very nice!..." Andrea said.

"Yeah! We'd like that! If you really don't mind?..." Brad chimed in.

******

They hadn't really been there very long. It was an early Christmas cocktail party that the executive VP from Brad's office had thrown. 

This particular VP, Conrad Stevens, was well known as something of a horn dog at the office and it didn't surprise Brad to notice him chatting up his wife Andrea in a quiet corner of the den. He seemed to be trying to edge her under the mistletoe that was hanging nearby. Andrea was an attractive girl and looked particularly good in the little white wool sheath she was wearing. It clung to her shapely figure like a second skin. With her blonde hair framing her face she looked very much like the athletic young cheer leader she had been when Brad met her at school. They got married right out of college and had just celebrated their third anniversary

Brad knew that Andrea could take care of herself. He noticed that Conrad had casually put one hand on her waist as he smiled and leaned close to her. He started whispering urgently into her ear as his hand slowly slid upwards towards the underside of one of her tempting breasts. Brad was a little surprised at Conrad's nerve. His wife Nancy was around here somewhere.

It was at that moment that Andrea caught her husband's eye. She pursed her lips and waggled her eyebrows meaningfully. Brad could see that she was uncomfortable with Conrad's flirting. But Andrea probably didn't want to say or do anything in front of the VP that might jeopardize her husband's position at the office. He had only been with the firm for a year and a half and he was just coming up on his second performance review. There was a good chance that he could be moved into a new position that included a huge bonus if his performance was good. Bur he wasn't the only one being considered for that job.

And suddenly it struck Brad that he wasn't in a very good position to confront Conrad either. The executive VP was one of the people who would be deciding on his possible promotion. 

And then David Ross was at his elbow. Mr. Ross was the president of the company. At 47 years old he was among the youngest CEO's in the industry and he was one of the main reasons Brad had joined the company in the first place. He had read a lot about Mr. Ross's dynamic management style and meteoric success. Brad hoped that he could eventually impress the older man with his own skills and one day become a VP within the corporation himself.

"Hello Mr. McGuire. I thought I might see you here tonight. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Why yes Mr. Ross. It's a lovely party. It was very good of Mr. Stevens to ask us. And please call me Brad..." he said, his gaze darting back and forth from his wife to his boss.

"Of course. And you should call me David. Mr. Ross is my father. So... am I likely to meet your wife here tonight?"

"Well yes, she's ...she's right over there?.." Brad said, smiling kind of crookedly towards Mr. Stevens and Andrea.

"Ahhhh... And that would be the lovely young lady that Conrad is talking so earnestly to. I should have guessed it. Conrad does fancy himself as quite the lady's man. Well I would think this would be as good a time as any for you to introduce me, don't you ... Brad?..." Mr. Ross said with a smile. 

He took Brad by the elbow and walked him smartly over towards the couple in the corner. Mr. Stevens was practically feeling up Brad's wife at this point and didn't even notice them coming over.

"Hello Conrad. This is quite the shindig you've got going here tonight. This Silver Oak Cab is my favorite. How thoughtful of you to have some on hand"

"Ohhhh!..." Mr. Stevens yelped in alarm, dropping his wandering hand off Brad's wife like a kid that had just got caught rifling the candy jar.

"Hello David..." Conrad said. "I didn't see you come in. Glad you're enjoying yourself. Where's Holly?"

"She's in the kitchen with Nan. Nan's looking for you by the way. Now who is this that has gotten you so thoroughly flustered? " Mr. Ross asked, extending his hand to Andrea.

"Why this... this.. is ... just a minute...it's...Allison..." Conrad said tentatively.

"David...This in my wife Andrea...Andrea this is Mr. Ross. I've told Andrea quite a lot about how you've turned the company around sir and how much I'm looking forward to being a part of the next phase of the development.

Andrea took Mr. Ross's hand. She hadn't expected him to be as good lucking as he was. She had imagined he would be overweight, steely eyed and probably just plain bossy. Mr. Ross actually looked quite fit, with just a touch of grey at the temples that somehow made him look more youthful than she knew he was. And she did appreciate him coming to her rescue.

"It's so nice to meet you at last Mr. Ross. Brad has spoken of you so often."

"The pleasure is all mine Andrea. I hope you only believe half of what you hear. Brad does tend to exaggerate my role in the company. I've got a lot of good people working for me and a wife who has been just as involved in my ventures as I have. As a matter of fact I'd like you to meet her. Conrad you don't mind if I take Brad and Andrea away for a moment do you? You can catch up with them later. Let's go look in the big room shall we?"

In fact, Conrad looked like he minded very much that Andrea was being spirited away so suddenly. But what could he say. He barely managed a civil smile, a stammered..."Fine! Of course David! Tell Holly I'm looking forward to talking to her..." and then he drifted off towards another knot of people. Noticeably he didn't head for the kitchen where his wife might be looking for him.

David Ross was chuckling to himself as he guided Brad and Andrea to the large living room. A few people were standing around chatting in groups of various sizes. Mr. Ross headed towards a couple talking quietly by the fireplace. Brad knew the man. He was a senior analyst who was also in line for the promotion that Brad was hoping for. He was talking to a very attractive woman with a mane of artfully teased red hair who was standing beside him, seeming to hang on his every word. She had to be Mr. Ross's wife.

David walked right up to them with Brad and Andrea in tow. 

"Hello Mr. Daniels. I see you have my wife fascinated with a story. I hope you're not deep into the history of that lame duck micro chip manufacturer you've been working on all week. I doubt that would capture Holly's attention to such an extent. So what is it. Something a little more risqué perhaps?"

"Oh hello Mr. Ross. Please call me Norman..." Norm Daniels said, flustered at the suggestion that he was telling dirty stories.

"We were just talking about...about..."

"Norman was telling me about the Montessori school he's enrolled his children in. It's really quite interesting, the individually designed programs they offer." Mrs. Ross said, smiling at her husband.

"Perhaps not something that you would find quite so enthralling dear. Now who have we here?" Mrs. Ross enquired, turning her dazzling smile on Brad and Andrea.

"Holly. I'd like you to meet Brad and Andrea McGuire. Brad works in our M&E department. I'm sure I've mentioned him to you. He's one of our rising stars. And this is his lovely wife. I just liberated her from one of Conrad's full frontal assaults."

"Oh that man is incorrigible. You have to wear Kevlar underwear when you're around him. I could have warned you." Holly quipped as she shook hands with Andrea.

"I think Mr. Stevens was just getting into the Christmas spirit." Andrea set with a modest blush.

"Oh I'm sure he was trying to get into something dear, but with Conrad it's usually something more physical than spiritual. However I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if you are."

Then Holly turned her attention to Brad. She looked at him for a long moment with an appraising smile. Brad tried to say something but he was actually tongue tied in front of the statuesque beauty . Mrs. Ross was an incredibly attractive woman. In her high heels she was just as tall as he was. Her eyes looked levelly into his. She was wearing a green satin blouse with a plunging neckline. The upper swells of her generous breasts were very much on display. A black leather skirt fit her snugly from her waspishly thin waist to just above her knees. Black nylons and black stiletto heels completed her outfit. She was a striking woman indeed and Brad was having a hard time keeping his eyes on hers.

"I was just trying to remember what it was my husband told me about you Brad. And it's just come to me. But unfortunately I've been sworn to secrecy. I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you. However you could always try and ply me with liquor. I've been told I'm a chatty drunk, among other things..." Holly said, keeping her eyes fixed on Brad's as she took a sip of her red wine.

"Well if you've actually signed a binding agreement, then I suppose I shouldn't pursue it, otherwise... could I freshen up that drink for you?"

Mr. Ross was just taking a sip of wine himself at that moment. He barely caught himself from spewing a mouthful as he burst into laughter at Brad's remark.

The two couples seemed to get on almost immediately. Norm Daniels soon found himself the odd man out and wandered off to talk to other people.

After a few minutes of very relaxed banter Holly insisted that her husband get Brad one of Conrad's fancy California Cabs for him to try.

Brad wasn't much of a wine drinker and was a little nervous about sounding foolish. Holly and David watched him expectantly as he inexpertly swished the wine around in his mouth. 

They also exchanged knowing glances with each other. David had got the signal from his wife that she approved his choice of company for later on. As Holly had passed the two men their glasses, she had slipped a little dose of what she called her 'party dust' into their wines. For Brad, it was a mixture of two parts Viagra and one part Valium. Holly knew that a young stud like Brad wouldn't need the Viagra. She liked her men eager but manageable and that was what the Valium was for. David liked his 'party dust' straight... Viagra, no Valium, and that was how she had fixed his. Andrea would just have to take her chances. Holly knew her husband had his own little 'party dust' for the attractive blonde, but that was for later.

Besides, if it didn't work out, the worst that would happen was that the younger couple would go their own way, no hard feelings. Well young Brad would certainly be hard! And Andrea would probably have a mean headache and a sore tushy for a couple of days after Brad got her home and had his way with her, but hey, it was Christmas!

Finally Brad swallowed the red wine and pronounced that he thought it tasted like 'old boots'.

"But the Wine Spectator gave it a 92!..." said Mr. Ross with a rueful smile.

"I'll take two cases!..." said Brad.

The two couples laughed uproariously. They talked together for a couple of more minutes with much animation then Mr. Ross said they had to go mingle. His wife pouted prettily and then agreed that she did really have to talk to someone named Isabella. But before they drifted off, Holly took Brad's arm and whispered in his ear...."Don't disappear now. I think I might be able to find something for you to taste that you'll find much more interesting than that musty old cabernet."

Brad couldn't help but feel Mrs. Ross's monumental breasts crushing into his shoulder as she leaned against him. He wondered if she was deliberately teasing him or if he was just imagining it. Regardless, his groin twitched excitedly in response as he assured Holly that he wouldn't leave without talking to her.

Andrea hadn't noticed this intimate little exchange as she was saying something to David. But then someone called to Mr. Ross and he shepherded his wife off to talk to a group of people on the other side of the room.

Brad and Andrea made the rounds as well and talked to quite a few people. They weren't big drinkers but a number of people mentioned that Conrad was serving some really expensive wines so they tried some different ones.

As it got later Brad began to feel quite warm. But it was a bustling party and there was quite a crowd so he figured that was why he was feeling so lethargic. He had also begun to notice that a lot of the wives had really got dolled up for the party. Aside from the big bosses it was a fairly young crowd of upwardly mobile 20 and 30 somethings. Some of these young mommies were pretty hot. A couple of times Andrea caught Brad staring and jabbed him in the ribs good naturedly.

Just as they were beginning to think about leaving Mr. and Mrs. Ross were at their side once more. Holly immediately began chattering excitedly, her eyes flashing...

"Did you see that Chad Montgomery from Legal. He had his hand up the back of Lucy Chandler's skirt and she was letting him. And her husband was standing right there. And I know Chad's wife is around here somewhere. Doesn't he have any shame."

"I wouldn't really expect so. After all, he is a lawyer!" said Brad.

All of them broke up at this. Brad couldn't help himself from staring into Holly's cleavage as she leaned towards him in her laughter, her pendulous breasts swaying temptingly. When they had caught their breath David looked at Brad and said...

"Say Brad, Holly and I were wondering if you and Andrea would like to come back to the house for a nightcap. We just thought you might like to see the place. Holly's got everything looking very nice for the season. Are you interested?"

As David was speaking Holly had linked her arm in Brad's and was hugging herself warmly against him. Brad, surprisingly, felt his cock twitch in response to this casual embrace.

He looked questioningly at Andrea. This was a big deal, getting asked back to the boss's house for a drink. He looked at his wife with a smile that said...'We should really do this!'

"Well honey, what do you say?..." he asked hopefully.

"It's so nice of you to ask us! That would be very nice!..." Andrea said.

"Yeah! We'd like that! If you really don't mind?..." Brad chimed in.

"Good! We hoped you'd come. Now, Conrad's got some great Icewine that you should really try before we go."

"Oh no! I shouldn't. I've had plenty already..." said Andrea.

"Nonsense, It's a very fine dessert wine. You only drink a little bit. I insist!.." David enthused, wheeling away towards the bar. He was back in a moment with four delicate flutes, each half full with a shining amber liquid.

"Here..." he said passing around the festive drinks.

He had added a tiny dose of Xstacy to Andrea's. This wasn't some cheap street drug that would knock her out. Like Holly's 'party dust', David's exotic concoction, formulated with great care in one of his own labs, would simply reduce her inhibitions while enhancing her sexual responsiveness. David was looking forward to seeing her reaction. 

"To new friends, and new adventures! Merry Christmas everyone!..." David toasted, gazing into Andrea's eyes with a seductive smile as they all clinked glasses. Then everyone took a sip.

"Mmmm!... That's delicious!..." Andrea murmured.

"Wow! That's got a little kick to it!..." Brad enthused, his face now quite flushed.

"Yes it does! I warned you what happens to me when I've been drinking. You may discover my secrets yet young man..." Holly said, bumping Brad's hip with hers and squeezing his arm against her resilient breasts.

"And do you have so many secrets?..." Brad asked, disengaging his arm from Holly's and casually sliding it around her waist.

"Well I am from Michigan and you know what our state motto is?..."

"Nooo..." said Brad and Andrea together.

Holly's eyes burned into Brad's as she replied..."If you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you."

Andrea looked at the obvious sparks flying between her husband and his boss's wife for a moment and then she burst into giggles.

"What is it? What's so funny?..." David asked with a smile, putting his hand on Andrea's back to steady her.

Andrea leaned back a little unsteadily against David's shoulder then turned her face towards his ear. Without taking her eyes off her husband she said to David...

"Brad's from New York. Ask him what their state motto is."

"Well. What is it?"

Brad suddenly turned a brilliant crimson and then stammered...

"Ever upward!"

And then all four of them were laughing and toasting each other with loud cries of ... "Ever upward!...Ever Upward!"

*****

Soon after that they were making their thanks to their hosts, putting on their coats and heading out the door. Holly and David pulled their Mercedes out onto the street and waited for Brad and Andrea to fall in behind them in their Toyota.

David turned to Holly and with a lewd wink he said to his wife..."This should be interesting!"

Holly leaned towards her husband put her hand in his lap and gave his cock an amorous squeeze.

"Gentlemen...Start your engines!..." she said in a throaty murmur as her husband's cock lurched upright under her pressing palm.

"Mmmmm!..." David responded, his hips hunching up reflexively against his wife's encouraging hand.

In the McGuire car, Brad happened to look over at his wife as he pulled in behind the big Mercedes. She was sitting there with her coat wide open and her face flushed. She was breathing heavily and her chest was heaving like she had just finished a race. He was surprised to find Andrea staring into his groin with feral intensity. She was looking at his crotch so hungrily that his cock began to stiffen up in response to her avid gaze.

"What? Honey, what is it?..."

"Nothing baby...I just thought..." Andrea said hesitantly, sliding over on the seat closer to her husband.

"Maybe we won't stay at the Ross's too long..." she said, letting her little hand idly slip up her husband's thigh until it was resting over his cock. She started rubbing him there as she continued..."if that's O.K.?..."

Brad looked at his wife in amazement. She was usually pretty introverted about sex and had never fondled him in the car before. This was a side of her he had never seen and he couldn't believe his luck. His cock felt like it was going to tear through his pants at his wife's bold caress.

"You keep doing that and we can head for home right now..." Brad replied enthusiastically.

"I think we better be polite to your boss and his wife for a little while. But after, I want this..." she said, moving closer to him and squeezing his tool hotly..." your big cock..." she said, moving her mouth to his ear and jerking him with tiny, incendiary hand strokes... 'fucking me...until you empty these..." she purred, grabbing his balls with her free hand and squeezing them ..."deep inside my pussy!..." she finished, darting her tongue in his ear and turning it around wetly.

In truth Andrea had never felt Brad's cock so hard. The way he eagerly hunched up into her groping hands made a little trickle of juice seep out of her and moisten the gusset of her panties.

"Oh God baby!...Let's go home right now! I'll call Mr. Ross in the morning...." Brad groaned, slowing the car.

Andrea released her husband's throbbing genitals and slid back over to her side of the front seat.

"Now you be a good boy! We'll go drop in at your boss's for a quick drink and then after we can go home and you can have your fun with this..." Andrea murmured, lifting the hem of her skirt to expose her panty covered crotch to her husband.




The Boss's Wife



Brad's eyes went wide at his wife's shameless display. She had never acted like this before. He wondered fleetingly what had come over her.

With her eyes locked on his, Andrea reached down and cupped her gently rounded mound in her hand and squeezed it lovingly. She wriggled excitedly against her own palm as her eyes smoldered into her husband's.

"Now drive the car! Later you can drive me!"

"Mmmmm!..." Brad groaned, forcing his eyes back to the road as he caught back up to the cruising Mercedez. His erection was throbbing for more attention! He intended to set a new record for being polite, having a drink, then driving home and screwing the shit out of his wife. He hoped his boner would go down soon. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the boss. As he drove along he tried to think of swimming in a frozen lake, but it didn't seem to help.

*****

They pulled into the Ross's driveway about fifteen minutes later. The house was set in a very upscale neighborhood. Big gates in the front, long driveway, turn-around in front of the house. Very impressive. And once inside the entranceway it was even more so. Gleaming chandelier in the entrance, spiral staircase to the second floor, hallways going off in different directions.

David took their coats and Holly led the way into what must have been the living room. There was a fireplace, a wall of books, a big screen TV, coffee tables and cushy leather chairs and sofas. There was one half wall that presumably overlooked a lower level. Holly stretched out luxuriously in the corner of one of the sofas and indicated the other chairs to her guests with a languid sweep of her hand. She picked up one remote and pointed it at the fireplace. Voila...instant fire. She picked up another remote and pointed it at the Christmas tree in the corner...the lights started twinkling...instant Christmas cheer! Brad and Andrea got comfortable on a nearby love seat with Andrea laying her hand high up on her husband's thigh and squeezing it warmly.

"Well that was quite a party!..." Holly laughed.

Before Brad or Andrea could answer, David bustled in, rubbing his hands together. 

"Now what can I get everyone?..." he asked as the congenial host.

"I'll have a child's portion of Drambuie darling..." Holly said.

Andrea hesitated and then said..."That sounds very nice."

David looked at Brad and said..."I'm going to have a drop of MacCallan. Why don't you join me?"

"Sure. That sounds great!"

"You have a lovely home. I love your tree..." Andrea enthused over the ten foot Fir that sparkled merrily on the side.

"Well thank you dear..." Holly said to Andrea, although her eyes were clearly focused on Brad. She picked up the remote again and soon a quiet Christmas choral was playing in the background.

Then David arrived with the drinks.

He passed out the potent liquors and then proposed another toast.

"To our lovely wives who have never been more beautiful! May all your unspoken dreams and wishes come true!..."

Holly smiled conspiratorially at her husband as she sipped her drink. Andrea seemed spellbound by David who never took his eyes from hers, even as she sipped from her glass. She was very flushed and a little fidgety.

Everyone made a few quips about the party, some joking asides about who might have been going home with whom, but the intimate congeniality from earlier in the evening didn't seem to be there. 

Brad was the most quiet. He was very warm. For the most part he simply sat there, staring at Holly and smiling. He was feeling distracted and yet sort of agitated at the same time, he assumed from his wife's provocative teasing earlier in the car. Even Andrea's casual hand on his thigh had his balls tingling with excitement. He kept shifting back and forth on the couch. He was trying to contain his unruly cock which was threatening to swell into a full blown erection at any moment.

And then Andrea laughed at one of David's droll observations. Her hand slipped higher in her husband's crotch so that the edge of her palm nudged his balls. That was it for Brad. His cock unfurled beneath his trousers like the Michelin Man at the Sears Parade. Suddenly his pants were bulging obscenely with his inflated tool. He started crossing and uncrossing his legs to try and hide his predicament which somehow seemed to be lost on Andrea. She carelessly started sawing her hand up and down between Brad's clenched thighs, only inflaming his already embarrassing condition.

Holly immediately noticed Brad's bulging pants and smiled at his distress. She exchanged a meaningful glance with her husband. Then David turned back to his guests.

"It's very warm in here isn't it? Is anyone else finding it warm? I have a suggestion. Why don't we all go for a quick dip. And then a little relax in the hot tub. Why don't we do that?..." he asked expectantly.

Brad and Andrea looked quizzical. 

"But where?...How would we?...I don't understand..." they responded in unison.

"Why right here. Come see..." David answered, pointing to the half wall and beckoning to Brad and Andrea.

The young couple got up and went to take a look. Beneath them was a large rec. room and as an extension to that there was an enormous indoor pool that was enclosed by glass walls. There was very muted lighting around the pool. There was a change room, a bar, a gas fire pit in one corner, a number of cushioned chaises with side tables and a hot tub that was elevated a few feet with water spilling down in and endless stream into the pool. It did look very inviting.

"Oh I don't think..." Brad began

"Honestly...I don't have a suit..." Andrea stammered.

Holly went over and touched Andrea's shoulder. 

"Not to worry dear! There's plenty of swimwear in the cabana..."

"Ahhh... Thank you Holly... but... I'm not sure...I don't think you an I are the same... ahhh...you know..." Andrea said, looking meaningfully at Holly's voluptuous bosom.

"Spandex really is a miracle fabric honey. I'm sure you'll find something you'll be comfortable in."

"It really does look tempting doesn't it Brad?" 

"Ummm!...It certainly does!..." said Brad, his eyes also locked on Holly's gently rising and falling bosom as she stood next to his wife.

"Oh you mean the pool...Well...We don't want to overstay our welcome."

"I'll tell you what..." Holly began, looking at Andrea.

"Why don't you and David go for a quick swim. I know he's dying to show off for you. David tried out for the Olympic team during his mis-spent youth. Brad can keep me company here for a little while..." Holly said, walking back to the couch, sitting down and taking another sip of her drink.

"He can continue to ply me with liquor and see where that gets him. When you're ready for the hot tub, give us a yell. Maybe we'll join you then.'

Brad obviously liked this suggestion. He headed over to join Holly on the couch. Without even looking at his wife he said...

"Sure babe. Why don't you and Mr. Ross...David...cool off a little bit. I'll just stay here with Holly. I'll be good. I promise."

Andrea was a little dubious about her husband's intentions. She knew how horny he was at the moment. But she didn't seriously think he would try anything with his boss's wife. And she was feeling ...very ...adventurous. David made up her mind for her by taking her hand and saying...

"Come on. I'll show you where everything is.

*****

A couple of minutes later Andrea was in the change room, David had gone off to change as well and said he'd meet her in the pool.

As promised, there was an abundance of towels and two swimsuits to choose from. Andrea's original concern was that Holly's outfits would be too big for her. But these outfits obviously weren't Holly's. There was a one piece suit that was extremely tiny. The other was equally small, a two piece with little yellow triangles that reminded her of 'post-it notes'. They would barely cover her conical breasts or her crotch. She tried on the one piece. It was so small that, in order to pull it up high enough to cover her breasts, the gusset in her crotch disappeared in her ass crack and split her labia wide apart. That wouldn't do. At least with the bikini she could more or less fasten the top in place over her nipples and the bottom over her crotch although beyond that there was very little left to the imagination. Oh well. She was in good shape and not ashamed for Brad's boss to see her body. She slipped back into her high heels and went out to the pool.

Fortunately David was already in the water. Andrea watched him for a moment as he knifed towards one end of the pool, executed a perfect flip turn, then stoked strongly back the other way. He really was very good. Andrea kicked off her shoes at a table over by the gas fireplace that was burning quietly. She walked down the steps until she was in up to just above her waist. With the dim lighting, the flickering of the fireplace and the rhythmic sound of David's swimming, it really was rather calming. She paddled around quite happily on her side and on her back, trying to keep her hair dry. She was lost in her own little world when she realized that she couldn't hear David swimming. She stood up straight and looked around. David was treading water in the deep end of the pool smiling at her.

"Aren't you coming in?"

She smiled back at him and made a vague waving gesture towards her head.

"Hair..." she said.

"Well that's no excuse. You're coming in!.." he stated as he started breast stroking towards her.

Andrea found herself smiling girlishly as she started backing away. She stuck out her tongue at David.

"Am not!..." she said.

"Are too!.." he countered getting closer.

"Don't you dare..." she warned as David stood up ten feet away from her.

"Are too!..." he said again, walking towards her.

"Am not!..." Andrea laughed, still backing away as she playfully swung her arm in an arc and swooshed a fan of water toward David.

"Oh now you're gonna' get it!..." he said, returning her splash of water with one of his own.

"Don't...My hair!..." Andrea laughed, now using both hands to frantically splash water on the man who was advancing on her.

"You started it!..." David laughed as he palmed water back at Andrea.

They continued at it until Andrea had backed herself up against the edge of the pool. Even then she continued to slam her hands into the water to douse him as David walked right up to her.

He reached out and grabbed both her wrists and pushed her arms out to the side, up against the lip of the pool. She was panting and laughing as she struggled against his hands trying to free herself, but not too hard. She was having fun. But when she felt David's body pressing against hers, his chest against her heaving breasts, his stomach against hers, another emotion entirely washed over her.

She could feel the strength in his arms, in his torso, she could feel it where his groin was pressing into hers and suddenly the heat that had been building inside her earlier was back. Only now it was much stronger. There was a fire in her, in her breasts, in her belly, in her groin. She continued to breathe heavily but it wasn't because she was winded. David's face was just above her, his eyes smiling down into hers. As he moved his lips towards hers Andrea leaned up to him, claiming his mouth with hers in a searing, molten kiss.

Andrea drove her tongue into David's mouth and he met it with his own. He continued to hold her arms pinned to the side of the pool, though now she was struggling not to hold him off but to draw him closer.

"Mmmmm!...Mmmmm!...Mmmmm!..." the excited young blonde gasped into David's mouth as their torrid french kiss went on and on. Even though her arms were restrained, she writhed against the older man in a burst of desire. She could feel his cock stiffening against her groin. She hooked her leg around his so that she could press her seething crotch more tightly against it. She knew it was crazy but it felt like he was already inside her, although she knew he wasn't. But she could feel him getting bigger and it felt like he was stretching her and filling her in her deepest center.

David could feel Andrea's heat and it fanned the flames of his own arousal. This was going to be sweet! But he had to be careful not to break the spell. He released her arms and she threw them around his shoulders as she twisted and turned her mouth against his.

Finally they had to come up for air.

"Wait!...Wait!..." Andrea gasped, although David was doing nothing other than holding her.

"We can't!..." she whimpered, now pushing herself away from him.

"No!..Of course not!...That would be wrong!..." David said with feigned concern.

"We should dry off and go back upstairs..." he said reaching down for Andrea's hand. Andrea clutched it like a drowning person. She didn't move, she just stood there, biting her lip and looking in David's eyes in confusion.

David waited for her to make her choice. Then she shook her head like she was waking up from a dream. She kept David's hand in hers as she led him out of the pool and over to the fireplace where the towels were draped over a chair.

They both picked up a towel and began to dry themselves. Andrea continued to look at David, her mind obviously racing a mile a minute. David looked back with a confident smile, fairly sure where this was all going. After a minute he said...

"Let me dry your back.."

Andrea slowly turned her back on him and David stepped up behind her. He used two hands to gently caress her back with the towel, starting at her shoulders and moving downwards. Like a gentlemen he swept past her virtually naked buttocks and crouched down behind her to dry the backs of her legs.

Andrea had her eyes closed and was practically moaning with excitement as she felt his breath gusting between her legs.

"Let me help you with your shoes..." he said, dropping the towel, gripping one ankle and lifting her foot up and into her high heel. He did the same with her other foot but once she had her second heel on, he didn't let go. He kept his hands on her ankles then moved them up the outside of her calves as he slowly stood up. He moved his hands up the outside of her thighs and onto her hips as he finally stood behind her. He moved close so that he was gently pressing against her from behind. He let her feel his hard cock against her ass but he didn't force himself against her. 

"Put your hands behind your head..." David whispered.

Andrea complied, leaning back and turning her head so that David's lips were poised right at her ear

He moved his hands slowly around her waist, moving them in towards each other as they glided over her tummy. They were slowly approaching the undersides of her swollen, aching breasts when Andrea whimpered and went to turn towards him.

"Wait..." David murmured and he held her still. Then his hands left her for a moment. He fiddled behind her, there was a quiet swish and Andrea glanced down to see David's swim trunks fall between her feet. Then his hands were on her waist again, lightly caressing her. But now she could feel his naked cock brushing against the contours of her ass. He whispered into her ear...

"Now you have a decision to make...."

"Ohhhh!..." Andrea moaned leaning back against the strong body behind her.

David reached down, pulled her creamy buttocks apart and slid his rampant tool into the cleft of her ass.

"Ummmm!..." Andrea moaned again, her hands still clasped behind her head. The feel of David's bare cock against her had her loins seething with excitement. Helplessly, with her eyes closed, she opened her stance a little and began to rock her ass up and down in a lewd humping motion.

"Why don't you make it for me..." she purred.

"No! That wouldn't be fair..." David chuckled as Brad's hot wife writhed against him.

"I don't care..."

"Yes you do. You have to decide what you want."

And with that Brad bent his knees behind her. He thrust his pelvis forward then stood up straight again, pulling Andrea's ass tight against his stomach. In her high heels she was tall enough that David's rigid tool jutted up from between her thighs. He bent slightly forward at the waist, making Andrea do likewise, and began a subtle back and forth motion against her that made her vagina burn.

"Oh God.!...We can't!..." Andrea moaned her eyes locked on the crimson spear jutting under her groin. It was bigger than Brad's, both longer and fatter. And the flaring head had an incredible heft to it that would stretch her excruciatingly. She could feel her meaty labia swelling and parting in anticipation.

"Of course not..." said David, his hands twiddling with the hook on the hip of her bikini bottom. 

"Not if you don't want to..." he agreed. He unfastened one side of the bikini, allowing the minimal cover to hang loose in her groin. He shifted to the side and back and now her bare, engorged labia were spread against his gently thrusting cock.

"Ohhhhhh!..." Andrea whispered. The feel of his rigid flesh slicing through her meaty lips made her groin shudder with arousal. Helplessly she reached down to touch him. His shaft was as hard as marble, the veins bulging severely through the taut flesh. Even the plum colored cape of his cock crown was firm. Her fingers tested and teased his length, looking for a soft spot and finding none. She had to have him.

As she caressed him, she watched a clear drop of liquid emerge from his gaping pee slit and trickle down under her gliding fingers. She felt an answering trickle seep out of her smoldering pussy.

"I can't let you fuck me..." she groaned, bending further at the waist and raising one leg to get him aligned at her entrance.

"Of course not..." David replied, bending his knees a little to help her.

"I can't let you put it in..." she gasped, pressing with her fingers and wriggling back. Her swollen lips parted ahead of his rounded knob.

"I won't put it in..."

"Well maybe just the tip...'" she whispered, hunching backwards and then...

"Ohhhh!..." as David's bulbous cock crown entered her. He held himself perfectly still as the seething blonde settled on the head of his cock. 

"Mmmm!..." she whimpered again as David stretched her deliciously. Biting her lip she threw her head back and twisted on his plundering tool.

"Wait!...Wait!..." David whispered into her ear from behind and stilling her eager hips with his hands.

"They can see!..." he said quietly.

Andrea hardly heard him, so excited was she at the feel of his lancing cock inside her.

"Who?..." she murmured.

"Brad, and Holly..."

"Where?..." Andrea asked with hooded eyes, looking around vaguely. And then...

"Ohhhh!..." as David gently thrust another inch or so into her.

"There..." David indicated with a smile and a nod towards a table nearby.

Andrea looked around blankly.

"Where?..." she asked again. And then...

"Naaahhh!..." as David pushed in even deeper. She was opening to him like butter under a hot knife.

And then she saw it. On one of the casual tables there was an open laptop computer. On the screen was an image of herself mounted on David's intruding cock. There was a smaller image that she couldn't see clearly, but she assumed was Holly and Brad in the living room. Her lewd coupling with Holly's husband was being monitored on a webcam.

"They can see us..." David whispered again.

Andrea reached down and took David' hands from her waist. She wrapped them around her and pulled him tightly to her from behind.

"I don't care!..." she moaned as she spread her legs open even further and lunged back onto David's unyielding spear.

"No you don't, do you!..." he replied with a broad smile, hunching lustily into her welcoming interior.

"Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." Andrea whimpered as David's cock began to saw in and out of her in an incendiary rhythm. An excruciating tension was building in her cunt. She put one hand on the back of the chair in front of her. She bent over further to fully accept his pistoning tool.




The Boss's Wife



Her head was swimming as she felt a fiery orgasm about to erupt. Andrea closed her eyes and bit her lip with anticipation.

***

As Andrea and David headed off for the pool, Brad had joined his boss's wife on the couch. She looked at him for the longest time without saying anything. Brad felt very much like the lamb chop and Holly was the wolf. Trying hard not too stare at her temptingly displayed cleavage, he decided that there were worse possible fates.

Finally Holly grabbed one of the remotes and switched on the big screen TV.

"Let's just see what's on..." she said. She flicked around for a minute until she happened to land on 'Cat On A Hot Tin Roof.'

"Oh goody! I love this movie. 'Maggie the Cat' and poor 'Brick'. I know what. Let's have some fun. We can play a game."

She picked up another clicker and magically the lights in the room dimmed. 

"Why don't I make some popcorn and we can pretend that we're on a date. Just like we were back in school. What do you think?.."

"Sure..." said Brad..."Why not..."

"It'll be fun...Now you just get comfortable and I'll be right back..." Holly said. She leaned towards Brad so that her pendulous breasts were practically in his face before she finally stood up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. 

Brad settled back and turned towards the movie. The sound was down very low. Elizabeth Taylor was stalking around in a very slinky negligee, raging at Paul Newman and throwing him fiery looks. 

God! What was it with these women and their big tits, Brad thought. And what was wrong with him. He couldn't take his eyes off Liz or the way her big chest heaved under her nightie. This TV had fabulous resolution. It must be Hi Def.

Brad loved sex. He was all in favor of it. But tonight, between his wife's bold advances, his boss's wife's teasing, and Liz's smoldering seduction he was as horny as a toad. He took advantage of Holly's absence to rearrange his relentless hard-on into as inconspicuous a lump as possible.

And then the scintillating red-head was back with a tray full of popcorn and fresh drinks.

"The miracle of the microwave..." she said, flourishing the overflowing bowl. She took the squeeze bottle of warm butter that she had brought and poured a stream of the yellow liquid generously over the popcorn. As she was doing so Brad couldn't help but notice that one of the three buttons that had been holding her blouse closed was now undone. The red satin bra that barely contained Holly's sumptuous breasts was now plainly visible under her blouse. Brad's cock got even harder, if that was possible.

"Now just because my parents aren't here, don't you get any ideas..." Holly said, handing Brad a fresh drink and then drinking with him. 

Brad found the idea of this obviously experienced woman acting like a teenager very exciting. 

"But they won't be home for hours..." he countered as Holly offered him some popcorn. She looked at Brad with an amused smile as she took some herself then snuggled in next to him on the couch. She turned up the sound a little as she wiggled closer to the nervous young man. After a minute she said...

"I'm a little cold. Put your arm around me honey. Warm me up! Go on! ..."

Brad thought briefly of his wife. But if Andrea was swimming with his boss, surely a little cuddle on the couch with the boss's wife wasn't that much different.

So Brad put his arm around Holly, enjoying the press of her voluptuous curves against his side.

They were soon at the scene where Liz is crawling up the bed towards her husband who is unable to escape her because his leg's in a cast. Liz's fabled jugs are swaying hypnotically from her chest as she draws nearer, her eyes hooded with desire.

Brad was practically unaware of what he was doing it as he leaned over towards Holly for a kiss.

But just as his lips were about to touch hers, she put her finger to his chin.

"Why Brad, you know I never make out on the first date..." Holly teased, a wicked smile turning the corners of her mouth.

"It's just a kiss..." Brad said, remembering a line he'd heard earlier in the movie.

"Well....Maybe just one..." Holly said, pursing her lips invitingly.

Brad moved in and gently placed his mouth on hers. Holly wasn't very encouraging at first, her lips remaining firmly closed ahead of his lightly darting tongue. But she quickly tired of her little tease and parted her lips beneath his. And then her tongue was slashing into his mouth as she turned towards him in his arms. Soon they were grappling on the couchlike a couple of teen-agers, their tongues dueling wildly together.

They writhed together, pressing closer and closer, Holly's big tits mashing into Brad's chest while his hard-on bulged against her groin.

But when his hand came up to fondle one of her breasts, she grabbed it and pulled her mouth from his.

"Don't!..." she hissed.

"What?..." Brad asked in confusion, his head swimming with arousal.

"No one touches me there unless I say so!..." Holly said, her eyes flashing into Brad's.

Brad wasn't sure if this was part of the game or if this was for real. Holly seemed truly upset. And yet she'd just been making out with him like her pants were on fire. So he decided he'd act like it was part of the game.

"Holly. I know you want to go slow, and I respect that. It's just that... no other girl has ever made me as ...excited as you do. Sometimes I can't...you know...I just can't help myself. Couldn't we please...wouldn't you let me just this once...you know..." Brad begged, staring meaningfully down into Holly's cleavage.

Holly looked at him for a moment with a calculating smile on her face. Then she said....

"You're going out with that Andrea girl aren't you?"

"Yes..." said Brad.

"Did she let you feel her up on your first date?..." Holly asked as she reached down with one hand and started undoing one of the two remaining buttons of her blouse.

"Well yeah... yes...sort of..." Brad answered, his eyes twinkling hopefully.

"I've heard she's kind of a slut. She must be if she let you grope her so easily."

Brad might have taken offense at this remark if he hadn't been so thoroughly transfixed by his boss's wife.

Holly had pulled herself more upright beside him so that her chest was at Brad's eye level. Her bra encased tits spilled out of the front of her parted blouse. They looked absolutely stunning as they heaved gently in the red satin demi cups that barely surrounded them

"Did she let you get into her pants too?" Holly asked as she peeled one lacy cup down, exposing a scarlet nipple sitting like a cherry on top of a wide pink aureole. 

"Not on the first date. Of course not!" Brad answered, his eyes riveted to Holly's brazenly bared breast.

Watching him with amusement the wanton red head began tweaking that turgid little bud between her thumb and her forefinger. She rolled it back and forth and stretched it out in a lurid display. 

"But it didn't take long before she did let you do her, the little tramp!..."

As she continued lewdly playing with herself, Holly's aureole darkened and got puffy looking. Her nipple elongated and fattened until it was the size of a baby's finger. Brad was practically drooling at this wanton exhibition. She went back to her lewd questioning.

"How long before she finally put out?"

"Well, actually, it was on our third date."

"The little whore! I'm not like that you know Brad. I'm a good girl...." Holly teased, now squeezing the underside of her breast and holding out in front of the transfixed young man beside her like an offering.

"Oh I know... I know. ...A good girl with the most amazing tits...I mean...ahhh..." Brad scrambled, trying to make up for his momentary lapse in character...'"What I meant to say was...You know it's you I really care about. I'll do whatever you want. Whatever it takes to make you happy."

This little load of happy horse shit seemed to please Mrs. Ross enormously. She smiled at Brad encouragingly.

"Are her tits as big as mine?..." she asked coyly.

Brad studied the smiling red head's outrageous rack intently for a moment.

Even though Holly was probably two sizes and two cups bigger than Andrea, and they both knew it, Brad hastened to say..."You know, it's really hard to say without a closer look."

Holly's eyes sparkled merrily into Brad's.

"I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of easy slut like your little friend. And I really like you too Brad. You know that. I'll tell you what. This once I'll let you play with mommy's big jugs, even though it's against the rules O.K.? But just this once. Just 'til I tell you to stop O. K.? You have to promise! My parents could be home any time now..." she said, kneeling up even straighter beside him.

Brad's eyes were as big as saucers as Holly's juicy melons loomed above him. He was so entranced he could barely find his voice to whisper...

"I promise..."

Holly watched him with amusement as he just sat there gawking. She sank the hand cupping her breast into that billowing flesh and gave it a luxurious squeeze. Her eyes became hooded with excitement at her own touch. 

"Well go on then..." she purred leaning towards him and pulling Brad's face deep into her perfumed cleavage.

"Mmwwfff!..." he groaned as his cheeks were enveloped by all that creamy flesh.

Holly wrapped her arms around her breasts and his head and squeezed everything together. 

"Ummmmm!..." Brad groaned ecstatically, lost in the valley of Holly's mountainous boobs. He started mouthing and sucking as much of those resilient mounds as he could reach.

Holly let him enjoy himself as he snuffled and slobbered in her greasy cleavage. 

"Are you having a good time sweetheart?..." she asked with a smile. But Brad couldn't hear her with those big tits squashed around his ears. He came up for air once or twice but quickly dove back in. 

After a while of this Holly planted her palm on his forehead and forced him away. Brad emerged gasping from that sumptuous valley, his eyes blinking as if he didn't know where he was. His lips were swollen and his face was a burning crimson.

Holly looked at him with a wicked smile. She snapped her lacquered finger nail at her nipple a couple of times. That elongated nub of flesh fattened and grew, visibly throbbing in response. She grabbed the back of Brad's head with her free hand. As she pulled him to her breast once more she hissed..."Suck on this!"

Then she forced as much of that creamy globe into his mouth as Brad could handle.

"Mmmm!..." he moaned as he rose to the challenge, sucking like a man possessed. Holly's hard, extended nipple flipping up and down, under his lashing tongue was the most erotic sensation Brad had ever experienced.

"Yessss! ...That's it!...Unn Hnn!... Suck it!..." Holly enthused, leaning heavily into Brad's avid suck. His excitement was contagious. His passionate mouthing was making her groin turn into a warm puddle of arousal.

Then she noticed the green light flashing on the laptop over by the TV. Someone was trying to call. She thought she knew who it might be. She released her breast and moved that hand down into Brad's crotch. She grabbed his boner through his pants and gave it a vigorous squeeze. Brad cried out in excitement as she began to stroke him through his pants.

With her other hand she cupped his cheek and moved him off her swollen tit.

"You're so hard baby. Can I take it out? Is that O.K.? My parents could be home any time now. We may not have much time..." Holly asked with a wicked leer.

Brad was so lost in the wonder of the red head's lavish tits that he hardly knew what she was asking. But as she continued to work him over through his pants, his excitement soared to a whole new level. She was asking if she could take his cock out. 'Oh God! Yess!..." he thought, nodding his head eagerly in assent.

Fleetingly Brad thought of his wife. What the hell was she doing all this time. But then Holly's sweeping hand gave his balls a torrid twist as she explored his crotch. He thought he was going to come right there when she did that.

Holly smiled at his eager response. This was going to be fun. She deftly opened the top of his pants and unzipped him.

"Is it O.K.?...Really?...If I play with it for a little while?..." she asked in a little girl voice as she yanked his pants and shorts down past his knees in a quick, practiced jerk.

His rampant tool popped out, bobbing around like a jack-in-the-box. Although he wasn't as big as her husband, he had a lovely shape. And what he lacked in size he was obviously ready to make up for with enthusiasm. He was rock hard and quivering with arousal. Holly raised her hand to her mouth in feigned amazement.

"It's really big isn't it. I can't imagine how that little slut Andrea was able to take it. Here, let me see!.." she squealed, reaching in and curling her long tapered fingers around his meat.

"Ahhhhhh!..." Brad moaned, bucking up reflexively at Holly's inquisitive touch. 

"You just sit back and relax. It's my turn to play. Now I'm just going to lay down right here with my head in your lap O.K.?..." Holly said, stretching out on the couch on her side with her back to the TV. She puckered a teasing kiss up at Brad as she he fondled him, making him twitch and moan with each unexpected turn of her fingers.

"You're not going to come are you? If my parents get home and there's come all over the place, I'll be grounded for sure..." the red head simpered, barely able to stifle her laughter.

If she had her way, every flat surface in the living room would be dripping with Brad's come when she was done with him.

"I'll try Holly!.. Just take it easy O.K....I'm close!...Really close!..." Brad groaned.

"Sure baby. I'll be careful. You just be quiet and watch the movie while I jack your big cock. Maybe the movie will distract you a little. And that way I'll be able to hear my parents if they come in..."

A shudder of excitement jolted Brad's nuts just to hear Holly use the words 'jack your big cock'. Andrea never said anything like that. He tried to sink back into the couch, but it wasn't easy with the sultry red head working her magic in his crotch.

Holly twisted around for a moment and picked up the remote for the TV. 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' had bogged down in a sea of commercials.

"Let's see what else we can find..." she said flipping channels.

Brad was hardly paying attention. His eyes were locked on Holly's red finger nailed hand sliding quickly up and down his upright mast.

"Ummm...Here's what I was looking for...Let's see, rewind...Uhh Hnn...There...Now this looks interesting..." she purred, turning her burning eyes back to Brad's.

Brad lifted his head and glanced quickly at the screen. And then he looked again. It looked like Holly had picked a porn flick. He was shocked. He realized that while he was sitting there with his pants open and the boss's wife sprawled in his lap, her little hand fondling his cock, he wasn't in a position to claim the moral high ground. Still he didn't think bringing the staff home to view porn movies was in very good taste.

But Holly had turned on some low budget porn movie on the big TV. There was a good looking blonde in a miniscule bikini by the pool with some guy dry humping her from behind before he fucked her. 

But then he heard the audio, a man's voice saying....

"Now you have a decision to make...."

"Ohhhh!..." the blonde moaned.

The man reached down, obviously playing with the blonde's ass.

"Ummmm!..." she moaned again, her hands clasped behind her head in a very provocative pose.

"Why don't you make it for me..." she pleaded.

Brad recognized that voice. It was Andrea, his wife. He was watching his wife and his boss making out on the big screen. 

"What?....What the hell?...That's my wife!..." he croaked, trying to lift his torso from the couch.

Without relinquishing her grip on Brad's cock, Holly pressed her other hand into his chest and forced him back against the couch. Normally she wouldn't be strong enough to overpower him, but the mild dose of Valium was blurring his ability to think and act decisively. Without looking at the screen she said.

"It certainly is! The lovely Andrea with my David! I do believe you're wife is trying to seduce my husband. The little slut! Oh well! He's only human and she does look good in that little bikini. It does looks like they're having a good time doesn't it?..." 

"No!...She would never do that!..." Brad yelped, although the visual evidence suggested otherwise.

He didn't know what to say...or do. He watched in astonishment as his boss started to work his big cock into his wife. Or rather, he gaped in disbelief, his wife shimmied backwards onto his boss's upright erection. This couldn't be happening. His beautiful, shy young bride would never betray him like this.

Brad didn't even notice that his own cock was throbbing more urgently than ever as he watched his boss and his wife begin to fuck. But Holly did! Her pussy was burning with anticipation. The pre-come that was suddenly streaming from the tip of Brad's cock lubricated her deftly shuttling palm. She started to work him over faster, her hand making a lewd 'shick, shick, shick' sound as she masturbated him.

"He's forcing her!...He can't ...!..." Brad raged while watching his wife bend over a chair to better to accommodate David's thrusting loins. His loins smacked her ass, making her dangling breasts jiggle lewdly in time with his fucking. 

Brad made as if to rise once again, but Holly easily stopped him.

"No he isn't dear. She wants it! And she's loving it! You can see that. Wait! We'll just see..."

Holly moved her hand from Brad's chest and picked up the cordless phone on the table behind her. She pressed the intercom button, put it on speaker and pressed talk. There was an amplified click in the living room and in the pool area. Then Holly spoke...

"Andrea dear...Is my naughty husband abusing you?..."

Andrea didn't even open her eyes as she moaned..."Oh yes Holly!...He's using and abusing me so much!...Mmm Hmm...Mmm Hmm..." and then..."Oh Goddd!...I'm... comingggg....Nahhh!...Ahhhh!..." 

Brad watched in stunned amazement as his wife straightened up a little, her whole body quivering and shaking like she was having a fit. David tightened his arms around her and pulled her back tighter against him. He bent his knees and literally lifted her off her toes while he continued to fuck into her in short, violent lunges.

"Shall I make him stop dear?..." Holly asked over the intercom with an amused chuckle.

"Don't stop!...Keep going!...Keep going!...Unn Hnn!...That's it!!..." Andrea intoned, drawing her knees up to open herself completely. She was quivering in David's arms like a rag doll as she climaxed.

"Andrea!...Don't!...What are you doing!..." Brad cried mournfully over the intercom.

"I'm comingggg!...Oh Goddd!...Yesss!..." Andrea cried. Brad couldn't tear his eyes away from the lurid spectacle in front of him. The sweating blonde whispered something to David and he stopped his avid fucking. He easily held her up, impaled on his upthrust tool like a butterfly on a pin. Brad could clearly hear his wife's ecstatic moans as her pussy spasmed around David's buried erection.

The red head's eyes were shining up into Brad's as he gaped at his cheating wife. Holly purred up at him..."Mmmm!...He's got it all in her doesn't he?...Oh...You probably can't see but David is big!... Really big!... Trust me... I'm amazed she can take him all!...She's definitely going to be kind of sore for a couple of days...I know that feeling all too well!..." she said with a lewd chuckle

Brad had never seen his wife come so hard in all their countless hours of lovemaking. He knew exactly what David must be feeling as Andrea's silky pussy clenched and unclenched around him. 




The Boss's Wife



This is a real experience that happened to me many years ago that has had an influence on my sexuality to this day.

The boss's wife, Kelly, was 32 years old, the mother of their two children, and an integral part of their business team. She was also beautiful, blonde, slim, and unbeknownst to me, a sexual dynamo. I was 18 years old at the time. This was my second summer working for the small construction company. I also worked for them between summers after school in a high school vocational program to learn the construction business. I had come to know the entire family very well. The business was run from the family home and I would come in and have coffee with everyone before we started work for the day. There was a project only a few miles from their home that we were working on. For several weeks this summer I had been working on remodeling their own home while the boss, Ralph, worked on the other project with the rest of the crew. Kelly and I worked on remodeling the bathroom together. After the kids went back to school, we were working together alone a lot. This is when I began to learn about Kelly's more sensual side.

I had always been attracted to Kelly. She would occasionally work out in the garden in a bikini to get some sun and I would always find a reason to be in the area. She was petite with small breasts. They were still firm and as she said, "more than a mouthful is wasted!" She started to reveal more thoughts like that to me as we worked together. It started as little sexual innuendos and developed into more explicit statements. She told me that she liked to masturbate. I learned that she kept a particularly nice shaped cucumber around for this purpose until it spoiled. She told me of fantasies she had about well hung black men. Then she told me that she had a fantasy about me. I started to get an idea about where this was going to lead, but I was very naive and a little scared. I was not technically a virgin because I went to the Mustang Ranch (a legal brothel in Nevada) that summer and got laid by a prostitute, but that was a very business-like experience and did nothing to prepare me for Kelly. I was also very nervous about doing anything with the boss's wife. I liked my job and considered Ralph a friend of mine, although I did think he took Kelly for granted. 

Finally, one day her conversation got especially explicit. I masturbated quite a lot back then (ok, I still do!) and to hear female masturbation stories really turned me on. Kelly said she wanted to masturbate while she watched me masturbate. The high school girls I went out with would never say or do such things. Kelly and I were working together in the small, torn-up bathroom when she backed up and "accidentally" bumped into me. I backed up to avoid her but she just backed up into me again until I was against the wall. She whispered to me, "in my fantasy with you, you take me from behind," then she pushed her beautiful, jean-clad ass into my crotch. I was so nervous that I trembled. However, I couldn't resist leaning forward and kissing her neck. I will never forget that feeling. Her skin felt like it was on fire and softer than any skin I had ever felt. My lack of experience, fear for my job and fear of getting caught by her husband (he would occasionally have to come back to the house), persuaded me to compose myself and pry myself from her. I attempted to go back to work but my head was spinning. I told Kelly I had to go cut a board on the table saw up in the shop (200 feet away). I grabbed a board and went to the shop, but Kelly followed, saying that she would come and watch. She sat behind a workbench on a stool where she could watch me. I went about my business, still thinking of her soft neck and explicit stories. When I finished, I walked around the workbench and got the surprise of my life. 

Kelly was sitting on the stool with her feet up on the footrests and her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She had her knees spread wide and was stroking her glistening wet pussy. I couldn't believe my eyes. This beautiful, sexy woman was masturbating while she was watching me work! She got down from the stool, unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my knees. As much as this whole experience thrilled me, I was still incredibly nervous and my dick showed it. Seeing my shriveled state, Kelly matter-of-factly said, "I'm going to go down on you." I was such an innocent thing. I had never even heard that expression before, but I learned what it meant right away. My cock grew the instant Kelly wrapped her hot lips around it. With my cock now filling her mouth, Kelly started back with stroking her dripping pussy as she masterfully sucked me to a full erection. Now she was ready for next part of her fantasy. 

She got up, turned her back to me and bent over, showing me that wonderful ass and wet pussy. She reached between her legs and grabbed my now throbbing cock. She rubbed it back and forth over her pussy, soaking my cock before she led me to her cunt. I thought her neck and lips were hot, but they were nothing compared to her fiery walls that now enveloped me. I remained motionless, stunned by the events, while she rocked back and forth, fucking herself with my cock while she rubbed her clit. My inexperience showed again as I let loose with an incredible orgasm, filling her cunt after only a few minutes. I was still nervous as hell and collected myself as quickly as possible and left the shop. Kelly wasn't finished though and she pulled up her pants and followed me back to the house. 

Kelly had gone back into the bathroom that we were working on. I tried to keep busy, but eventually, I needed to go back in the bathroom to continue work. The door was not locked and I opened the door and walked in. Kelly was sitting on the toilet. She had removed her jeans and panties. She had her white blouse unbuttoned and her front closing bra undone. She looked right at me as I walked in, but continued to rub her clit with one hand and pinch her nipples with the other. I had cum so quickly when we fucked that she didn't get off and now she was going to! I walked right up to her and stared at her fingers working her clit. I had never seen a woman masturbate and was fascinated at the process. So fascinated that I decided I would fulfill another one of Kelly's fantasies. I dropped my pants and started stroking my cock. It was still semi-hard and wet from her juices and my cum. 

One of the things about being 18 - I didn't last long but I could get it up again in a hurry. Especially watching this! I stepped up between her legs so that my legs were touching her hot thighs and my cock was right in front of her face. I'll never forget that view. Looking down I could see my own glistening cock followed by Kelly's fingers pinching her long hard nipples on those pert tits and then her other hand totally drenched as her fingers worked her swollen clit and dripping cunt. The look on her face was pure lust as she watched me stroke my cock. Again, I came before her and sent a load of white, creamy cum on those beautiful breasts. She quit pinching and started rubbing my cum onto her tits. Then she let loose! I have never since seen a woman have a more erotic orgasm. That look, that scream, that feeling I sometimes visualize to this day when I masturbate.

As you might expect, that was not the last time that we got together, but shortly after, I moved to another state for a new job. I wish I could have spent more time with Kelly. I had so much to learn and she had so much to show me. But, I will always be thankful for those experiences and exciting memories. 



The Boss's Wife



I really can't talk about the specifics of my last job. I can tell you that my supervisor was a prick. He was egotistical, selfish, and always looking for a way to win over his superiors. For the sake of this story, we will call him "Bob". He was one of those shorter than average guys who thrust his weight and chest around like he owned a place. It became apparent after working with him for nearly ten years that he ran his home the way he did work. 

His wife, Heather, was a loving and devoted woman who took as much of his verbal nonsense as she could. Through it all, she smiled and did the duty of a loving wife. Everyone in the office thought she had the patience of a saint. I had seen her from afar quite a bit but I never got within a few feet of her. That changed one Wednesday afternoon as I was summoned into Bob's office after I had misplaced a file. A file he found on his desk under the mound of paperwork that he had not filed yet with his boss. As I pointed this out to him, he rose his voice about me challenging him. Anyway, about three minutes into his rant, Heather comes in to have lunch with him. She had brought him a home made meal, so that they could talk about something that was on her mind or some problems between the two of them. The moment that she came into his line of sight, he grew silent and bore into her with eyes possessing intense anger. 

She nearly stopped in her tracks. Her head lowered and she came into the office, slowly and almost afraid of what he was going to do. I wondered if he was abusive. The bastard.

That was when I finally got to see her up close. Heather was a little taller than me, long blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back. I would discover she was a year older than me and had been both a model for Liz Claiborne and an extra in several off-Broadway musicals before she met and married Bob. She reminded a lot of Cindy Crawford, body wise but her face was a cross between Kathy Ireland and Jewel Staite. She wore a gorgeous sun dress that covered her slender legs and hid some, but not all of her womanly frame. 

She looked at me quite curiously as if to say something, but she remained silent. All three of us were either angry or frightened. I assume that a lot of different messages were being sent out. Turns out I was right. I left them to talk and he closed the door behind me. 

I thought I was done with my work day but got picked to stay late. It was becoming something of a habit, staying late with the boss. 

This pattern continued for three more work days and I was able to leave work on time that following Tuesday. I snuck out in hopes that I would avoid Bob. I was successful. I opened my door, took off my damned jacket and threw off my fucking heels. I gritted my teeth and growled, glad to be home and free of him. I had found out that I would be assigned to a group going to the Katrina-devastated regions for an audit. Yay me, right?

I reached into the fridge and pulled out my wine bottle. No glass. Straight from the bottle. It had been one of those days. I began unbuttoning my blouse when there was a persistent knocking at my door. I was surprised to see Heather at my door. I wondered how she had discovered where I lived. Turns out that Bob took his work home with him every night and left employee files out in his home office. That would come back to bite him in the ass very soon, by the way. 

She apologized but she needed someone to talk to. While I had this gorgeous woman at my door, I was annoyed that I had not even unwound from work and now work was at my doorstep again. I invited her in and sat her down. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she refused.

Turns out that Bob had been spending increasing amounts of time "at the office" recently. Heather was becoming suspicious and had driven past our place of work several times before hiring a private investigator. A few photos had incriminated me as his mistress and when she saw me in the office that day, she wondered even more about me. Our silence as she entered did not hold well either. The private investigator had apparently been focusing on me for a few days and reported his findings to Heather. I was in the clear.

Because I was a senior official, she figured I might know more about what was going on. I told her that I was sorry but I couldn't help her. I knew nothing about any affair.

She began to cry and I wiped the tears now streaming down her cheek and held her hair back from her face. God, she was beautiful. And Bob was an asshole for hurting this wonderful creature. I tried to comfort her as best I could, reaching for a nearby box of Kleenex. She looked at me and asked me if that offer for the drink was still good. Of course it was, I told her.

We spent the next two hours talking about life. I told her about my divorce and the affair that led me to it. She seemed amazed that I could have turned away from a marriage of 20 years and start from scratch. I told her that I had no choice. It was toxic and draining me. As I talked more about how I discovered myself and how much I came to look at that dark time of an abusive marriage as a growing period, she seemed to warm up more to me. 

I discovered she wasn't just a beautiful looking woman, she was lovely on the inside as well. She had a laugh that could make even Ebenezer Scrooge become lighthearted. The way her eyes lit up in moments of suspense or fun was amazing. I sat there looking at a woman who was not very different from where I was eight years earlier. Luckily, I had John. She had no one to turn to. Not yet anyway.

Heather was clever, insightful, and very giving. Somehow she had fallen into the rut of being told she was no good and useless. I did what I could to help her change that. My words could only do so much, though. 

The time was getting late and she realized that she needed to go. She stood up and thanked me for listening and for being so thoughtful. I looked into those blue eyes of hers and told her that the pleasure was mine and that I hoped we could do it again soon. She seemed on the verge of crying again, when I stepped in close and grabbed her hands in mine. Softly I held them and leaned in at her downwardly held face to get her to look at me. I don't know what made me take the chance, but as she looked at me I took a step closer, rose on my toes and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

It was soft and tender. I had wanted to do it so much earlier than this but was afraid of being too forward and far too advantageous of the situation. I let go of her hands as my lips brushed hers again. This time her lips began to part, welcoming mine. My hands went to her hips and she took a half step towards me. Her hands found their way to my waist. I tilted my head, kissing her again. Our tongues met, only for a brief moment before she tore away from me.

Heather grew rigid, her face seemingly mortified at what had just happened. My mood bottomed out. I know that I wore a look of disappointment and sorrow. I apologized for my actions and she both smiled and burrowed her brow. I could tell she was confused. I knew that look. I knew what she was thinking. I had been there before.

She turned, thanked me for the night and left. I stood at the doorway looking at her as she walked double time into the night. I took a shower, thought about what had happened and went to sleep.

I went to work the following day and it went by uneventful. I kept thinking about Heather and our brief kiss. I wished it had turned into something more. I was sure that ship had sailed given her reaction the night before.

I opened the door to my place, turned on the lamp and kicked off my heels. I threw my jacket off on my sofa and got a glass from the cabinet and poured myself some wine. I sat down onto my couch and turned on my stereo. The soothing sounds of BB King soon began to play, caressing my soul, erasing the frustration of another day. I was about four songs into my cd, a duet with Dr. John called "Is She Is or Is She Ain't My Baby", when I heard a knock at my door. I mumbled in french and put my glass down, stood and opened the door.

To my welcomed surprise, it was Heather. She smiled at me and asked me if it was ok for her to come inside. Who was I to deny entry to this beautiful lady? I guess I could have since it was my place, but I couldn't do it. She took off her denim jacket and handed it to me, I put on the coat rack where I should have placed my work blazer. 

Heather looked at me, rubbing her arms. It wasn't cold, she was noticeably nervous, which she admitted. I told her that there was nothing to be nervous about and offered her both a drink and a seat. Both she accepted. As I went into my kitchen to get a glass and the bottle of wine, she apologized for her abruptness and departure the previous night. I told her that I understood. I told her I was sorry if I had made her uncomfortable. I got no response. I continued to be the pleasant host, surely she did not come to my place for no reason at all.

I was right. She wanted to talk. After she left me, Heather had given a great deal of thought about things that I had said. She recognized that she had fallen into a rut and became trapped in the perils of marriage; giving up her life to become someone she wasn't and over time she lost herself. She came to believe what her husband told her she was. Worthless and not good enough to be on her own. She recognized that it wasn't the truth and the man she had dated was not the man that she had married. Heather had given too much of herself to someone who did not make comparable sacrifices. I told her that I was proud of her.

She told me that I was a good friend to her, despite my not needing to be. She thanked me as she sat forward, setting down her nearly empty glass. Those blue eyes turned to me, her lips parted and she smiled while the eyes began to become misty. She admitted that she was afraid of what had happened between us. I knew she meant the kiss. It was not completely unwelcome to her, but she had never kissed another woman, aside from her mother or daughter. This was definitely not one of those kind of kisses. It scared her to think the thoughts that she had. That she was kissing another woman and one that she found attractive. She, like me, had wanted more but had to process her emotions.

I told her I understood and that I found her incredibly attractive and would not want to hurt her.

She looked at me, took my hands in hers, and leaned in to me, "I know."

She kissed me. I was stunned at first. It was warm. Inviting. I parted my lips as she kissed me again. We leaned into one another, as the kissing continued. It was soft, tender, and explorative. 

I pulled away, looking at her, trying to read what she was thinking. "Do you want this, I mean..."

Before I could finish my sentence, she giggled like a little girl, "I do. Will you make love to me, Angelica?"

I could feel her heart beat, I responded to it and placed my arms across her waist and pulled her to me. Everything was out in the open now, no hidden desires were left, no shadows to crouch in. The needs we both felt were about to be realized and I wanted nothing to stop it. In a swift motion, she drew me into a long, deep kiss. We melted into each others arms, safe and secure as we explored each other. 

Heather then became amazingly forward. Gently, she guided me down to the soft embrace of my sofa. I relaxed, weakened by the strong grip of lust. Her fingers traced a slow, erotic path down the front of my shirt, loosing every button in their way. Gasping, I arched my back at her touch against my now bare skin. Her hot breath preceded the moisture of her tongue as she traced tempting lines along the side of my neck. At my bra strap, she paused and looked into my eyes, asking for both silent permission to continue on her journey and to revel in her actions as she did so. With a nod, I granted her rights to my intimate paths. Gingerly, she removed that restricting device from my heaving body. Soft lips brushed the skin of my breasts, a flicking tongue searing my flesh as it explored my womanhood. Ever so gently, she inhaled the unyielding nipple that stood out from my body. I writhed uncontrollably as our bodies melded into one heaving, groaning mass. As suddenly as our encounter began, she stood up. I cried out, not wanting to be left so needy by my lover. She merely smiled, tending to the task of shedding her own restrictive clothing. I felt alone, abandoned without her sultry body pressed against mine. 

My body undulated wildly as I anticipated her return. My thoughts, however curious, were lost as my companion returned and pressed her nude self against me. Slowly, ever so deliberately she began exploring and tasting my trembling flesh. Her slothy procession downward drove me to new heights of frustrated lust. But, despite my greedy need for satisfaction, I was unprepared for her arrival at my sweltering cavern. Hot breath caressed my soft, shaven lips as she sat poised at those heavenly gates. Vaguely, I heard a strangled cry that I recognized as my own, animal-like and savage. Acting of it's own will, my back arched violently against my husbands chest as she delved between those folds. Moaning, she tasted the sweetness of my lust, sampling it like a fine wine. Gone was any embarrassment or awkward doubts, my mind was firm in its desires. I needed the satisfaction that this woman could give me, even if our coupling was only a brief fragment of my life. Like an unstoppable tsunami, lust crashed over me and flooded my body with previously unknown sensations. With a talent unlike any that I had ever experienced, she tasted the sweetness that drenched my tight button. Her tongue's spasmodic journey tortured me; no two touches were even remotely the same. My body quivered and thrashed about in response to the heady stimulation. My voice failed me, leaving me only primal grunts to express by approval of her ministrations. As I floated down, finally released from the grip of the Herculean orgasm that she induced, my lover maneuvered to my previously unexplored regions. Shocked, I realized that she had begun licking the tight recesses of my posterior. I tensed my body, reveling in the feelings she provoked. An involuntary reaction to the occult-like worship of those sensitive tissues. Long moments stretched by, each one demanding a stop to the excruciatingly delightful exploration. Her moist digit entered my sphincter as she lazily traced circles around my overworked clitoris with a soft finger. I screamed and writhed, a helpless hostage to this hedonistic therapy. A final, overwhelming climax wrenched itself out of my body, leaving me shaking and helpless in its wake. I drifted serenely in its wake, unwilling to pull myself away from my euphoric state. A brief kiss adorned my lips, my friend's gentle announcement of her departure. Vainly, I attempted to move my unwilling body. She smiled, whispering for me not to move. She had given me a beautiful gift, one that I could not repay in my present state. I was not prepared for Heather to be the gracious lover. I had anticipated pleasuring her. 

Now I had my chance to do so.

I went down slowly, seductively, holding her gaze. As I neared her pussy, her delicate scent wafted into my nose. I sniffed discreetly, luxuriating in her femininity. Instinctively, I said "Open wide." She pulled herself open even wider. She was mine. I inserted my tongue in her gaping hole as deeply as I could, and then licked up the length of her slit. There was her musky, sweet taste again, and I delighted in it. Her wetness lathered my tongue and I made certain she could hear me swallow her. I french kissed her for a while and entered her with one finger, then two. The whole time she was holding her pussy open to receive my favors. I had her trained already. I rubbed some of her ample wetness on her cheeks. I took her right hand in mine, took her index finger and inserted in her. I inserted mine too and we rubbed our fingers together inside her. I removed my finger and put two of hers inside her. I watched her finger herself for a while as I held her open. I then removed her fingers and put them in her mouth so she could taste herself. I repeated this several times, pushing her fingers into her pussy, then pulling them out and putting them in her mouth. I then licked her some more. I paused to crawl up and kiss her mouth. She was breathing heavily and kissed me deeply, her wet fingers on my face. I returned to her pussy. I tickled her clit and took her finger again and placed it on her clit. I moved her finger so as to rub herself and then she took over. I watched her masturbate for a minute while I held her feet and rubbed her toes.

Here was the girl who had never made love to another woman and was now masturbating in my bed at my behest. Her face winced and her breasts jiggled with her movements. I then returned to finish the job, placing my tongue inside her while I rubbed her. It was another grand orgasm. She squirted into my mouth and I cherished every drop before I swallowed. Again, I made sure she knew I swallowed her; I was setting an example I wanted her to follow. She squeezed her breasts during the throes of her orgasm. Soon she settled. I held her open and very lightly kissed her inside, carefully avoiding her sensitive clit. We ended with me holding her in a spoon position, kissing her shoulders and neck, basking in the afterglow. 

We rested for a moment but she began to stir and I was already restless. I rolled over to look at her, drawing in my bottom lip as she looked confidently into my eyes while fingers slowly began to trail over her belly. She began to finger and play with herself while I watched and helped. Before I knew it, I had given into the sensuous desire of watching her and began to masturbate myself. We reached the throes of orgasm and fell back into each other's embrace sated for the moment.

A few hours went by and I got up, pulling her with me. I told her that I was going to take a shower. She admitted that it was getting late and that she needed to get home to Bob. We kissed on the lips and I left for the bathroom. As I left her, I saw her gathering her clothing and put it back on her body. 

As other lesbians, bisexuals, or just bi curious women can tell you there is something seductively delicious and risqué about making love to a woman, especially a woman who is new to self pleasuring and sex with another woman. I wanted to do something special for her, so in the shower I shaved myself totally smooth. 

When I came back out into the living room, I found her still there. I had come out naked and semi wet. I blushed at my gaffe and she laughed heartily. She said that she couldn't leave without giving me a goodbye kiss. I teased that I might not let her go now.

She watched as I sauntered over to where she sat on the arm of the sofa. I leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. It deepened quickly, our lips blending together as one as our tongues began to dance a familiar tune. I pull away as I stood her up and against me. 

"I'm not letting you go yet." I cooed against her neck.

"Ok," was all she could muster as my tongue traced the pulsing vein on her neck.

I undressed her on the couch. She rubbed all around my slit. I was as smooth as a baby. I was sitting back with my butt on the edge of the cushions, my smoothie hanging over the edge. She was on the floor in front of me. My pussy was yawning open and dripping wet. Her face was six inches away while she played with my labia. She had developed a nice touch for a novice. She skittishly moved a bit closer, perhaps three inches away. She hesitated and looked up at me and said, "Maybe the bed will be more comfortable..." As she said the word "comfortable," I put my hand on the back of her head and gently pushed her to me and held her there, causing the word to be muffled, as she said it with her lips pressed against my smooth, wet pussy. It sounded so cute. She took to my pussy like a fish takes to water. She started tentatively, then continued eagerly. She had picked up on the way I had licked her and now mimicked my style. That was fine with me. I sat back and teased her blonde hair as her tongue penetrated and her lips explored. She flashed me those baby blues and made me finger myself as I had done her. I told her to stick out her tongue. I put that finger in her mouth and on her tongue, fingered myself again, and repeated. I rubbed some on her nose, too. I put my weight on my feet, lifted my butt off the couch, and rubbed my smooth pussy all over her pretty face as I held her head steady. Her face was even more beautiful glistening with my wetness. I was almost there and her finger on my clit took me the rest of the way. 




The Boss's Wife



Heather smiled down at me before planting a long kiss on my still quivering lips. It calmed my body and rekindled my desire. I reached behind her, cupping her buttocks in my hands. They were firm and plump and I wanted to massage every single inch of them. I ran my fingers across them before settling on the taut muscles of her thighs. I grabbed a leg in each hand, spreading them wide over my waist. I ran my fingers up her thighs, she straddled me. I slid one hand inside while the other worked her clit. Her muffled moan of desire escaped through our kiss as the tip of her blond braid tickled my still exposed breast. Her juices moistened my hand as I worked her into a heated frenzy. She moved her hips in an urgent rhythm on my hands and I responded by plunging my fingers further into her. Her body writhed as it moved in circular motions, grinding her clit against my thumb. 

She admitted to me that she was so caught up in the moment that even the slightest touch was euphoric for her. I licked my lips before wrapping their moistness around the tips of her breast. Her sighs of pleasure encouraged me as I began sucking, harder and harder until it seemed I would take all of it into my mouth, devouring the soft creamy flesh. Heather was unable to suppress the orgasm sweeping across her, forcing her body to convulse as her sweet juices covered my hands and took us over the edge.

She collapsed on the ground beside me. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, sharing a deep kiss before Heather rested her head on my shoulder and began to nibble on my ear. It was not long before she covered my lips with hers.

Her lips were so soft pressed into mine, her tongue flicking out to meet mine. In unison we embraced, our hot sexually tensed bodies touching one another's, as we melted again into a long deep passionate kiss. Once again her perfume made a glaze cover my eyes as we pushed our nakedness into each other. We each raised a leg, allowing our pussies to feel one another's, as we pressed together. Her pussy lips felt as soft as the lips I was kissing, the soft skin covering mine. I could feel the heat of her smooth mound burning into mine as we began humping each other, grinding into one another as our kiss deepened. I could feel the moistness from us both as it slickened our mashed mounds, our own lubricant slickening our hot pussies. 

Breaking our embrace and kiss, I slid down the front of her leaving a trail of saliva as I made my way to her stiff nipple and sucked it between my lips. It was so hard and long, almost like a small cock in an erected state it jutted out, onto my swirling tongue. Sucking at it like a new born, Heather pressed her pussy into me as she made small whimpering sounds, her fingers locked onto my head, making sure what I was doing, wouldn't stop any too soon, as I switched breast feasting on her elongated nipples. All at once she put both her hands atop my head and pushed south, guiding my flicking tongue down across her flat stomach, to her hairless mound between her now spread eagle legs. 

Her taste was exquisite as I took long bottom to top licks of her pussy. Spreading her labia wide with my fingers, I teased at her tiny hole, swirling my tongue around the very outside, but not letting it enter her. Heather reached down drawing her legs to her chest exposing her self completely as I began exploring her tiny brown hole with my tongue. I pulled the few short blonde hairs surrounding it between my lips a pulled slightly on them, as she squealed softly under her breath. Pointing my tongue, I wormed it into her pussy and began fucking her with it. Taking two fingers, I plunged them without resistance straight inside her little brown hole as I tongue fucked her delicious pussy.

Straddling me, she lowered her pussy to my face as I felt her tongue searching out my pussy, her hands spreading me wide open. She ate me like a professional, sucking and licking me in all the right places, knowing what would be the outcome. My clit was so enlarged from her sucking I knew I was about to orgasm at anytime, and I also felt the beginning of hers as she drove her pussy onto my invading tongue, burying it deep inside of her dripping pussy. My ass began to quiver uncontrollably as my juices began to flow down onto her tongue. I was ready to burst, and I was going to make sure I got what I wanted as I slipped a finger up her tight ass. I knew I had pulled her trigger as suddenly my face was awash with hot slick juice pouring from her pussy. We face fucked till we had swallowed each others juices, and we finally stopped bucking into one another's faces. 

I laughed deliciously as we continued to play with one another. Heather commented that this is what I get for teasing a woman who was as sexually frustrated as she was. My mouth claimed her nipple and as teeth raked across it's soft surface. I reveled in the moaning of my name as our bodies slid closer to one another. There was no air between us. No space. We seemed to melt into one another and she gave to me as well as I gave to her. 

I dragged my nails down the front of her body, before I opened her thighs again and pressed my fingers inside of her for more. She was already beyond wet and she tried to gasp as I began to fuck her, her voice was low and dry. She spread her legs wider so my fingers went deeper and deeper. Her moans grew more desperate. My face was just inches away from hers, and she bit her lip before kissing me softly. I pushed hard one last time before I felt her hips buck, she clenched her eyes shut before letting her orgasm take over, she let out an earth shattering moan and she climaxed, her legs tightened around my fingers before relaxing herself. 

She moved back up to my mouth and kissed me again; I loved the feel of her lips on mine. I moved my hand down her spectacular body, feeling every inch of her tremendous curves. We were kissing so passionately I never wanted it to end. Her tongue was working wonders in my mouth; she is a fantastic kisser. She cried out, throwing her head back and I began kissing her neck. She moaned as I fucked her harder. I removed my fingers from inside her and worked her clit. 

"You're so amazing," she groaned. Our wet lips kissed again, our tongues entwined, our warm bodies rubbing against each other. She sank her teeth into my neck.

"Ah!" I moaned as I felt the delicious pang erupt from under where she bit me.

"Oh my fucking god," she screamed. She wrapped her fingers into my hair as her whole body tensed, as did mine. Both earth-shattering climaxes filled the air as we both came together. I could feel her warmth drip onto my hip as we both fell apart.

I decided I wasn't finished with her yet. "I'll show you how talented I can be." I kissed down her body, every inch of her didn't get unnoticed. I parted her legs and began licking her clit, gently blowing on it. She began moaning again as I worked my tongue on her clit then moved inside her, working my way in and out; she seemed to enjoy it because she groaned louder, each one was more labored and panted.

"I'm going to come again," she screamed. I licked her harder as I felt her whole body shake. I felt her warmth enter my mouth and I took it gladly from her.

"Oh fuck," she gasped as my fingers eased in and out of her. I muffled her moans by kissing her roughly.

"God, you're so fucking good," she moaned. I fucked her harder. She tried her hardest not to scream, but she let rip as she climaxed again, I felt her body tense as she let her orgasm soar through her body, then she relaxed. Her breathing began to calm as she got her breath back. We were both exhausted now, our hot, sweaty bodies collapse on one another.

"You're so amazing, I've never ever come like that before" she complimented. 

I smiled, showing my appreciation. Then she dived on me, she kissed me deeply, she worked her way down my body, down my trousers and inside me. It felt so good. Her fingers worked wonders inside me, she had me wet from the moment she kissed me. 

"Oh god, that feels incredible, oh baby," I moaned. She used her thumb to massage my clit. I could feel myself coming already, I tried to hold back but I felt my whole body tremble as I my orgasm soared through my body; I lost myself for a moment before returning back. 

"Wow," I whispered, getting my breath back. We lay in each other's arms and exchanged tender kisses.

"I don't want to go, Angelica." she whispered against my cheek.

"Then don't." I told her, stroking her gorgeous blonde head, "Stay with me."

We kissed and I began to kiss her breasts. She cooed my name as she struggled to reason.

"It's ok. I know. He will wonder where you are." I said kissing her on the forehead. 

She looked up at with her damp big blue eyes, she smiled and kissed me gently on the lips, my heart was beating so fast, her kiss became more desperate. Heather's hands were every where. I pulled my legs around her waist and she started kissing my neck, she left a huge love bite, her hands roamed my bare skin, her touch sent shivers throughout my body, she was electrifying, her tongue explored my mouth. 

"This," she said slowly, exhaustingly, "You..."

She paused and thought for a moment, "I don't want this to end."

I took her hand and held it. "It doesn't have to." I assured you.

"Thank you." Heather smiled.

"You're amazing," she whispered. She kissed and licked down my body, she kissed right down my leg and back up, she started gently licking my clit, I became wet instantly, her tongue worked wonders on me, I screamed in ecstasy, I gripped the legs of the coffee table ready to let go, she could tell I was ready to climax so she began teasing me. "Please," I moaned desperately. She teased a little more, before finally pushing on harder, my whole body shook. "Oh my god, that's fucking fantastic," I screamed. She then pushed her fingers inside me, pushing harder and harder until I climaxed again. 

She crawled up my body with a satisfactory smile on her face and left me something to think about. As she dressed, we continued to explore one another playfully. Neither one of us wanted to turn away from this moment, this magic we had been and were creating. She stood fully clothed, both of us joking about our sore bodies and the inability to walk with wobbly legs. We kissed one final time as I opened the door.

Heather stood in the doorway. She hesitated, kissed me passionately before getting a few steps of separation between us. "Can I see you again?" she asked.

"Heather," I laughed deliciously on the inside, "Anytime, my dear."

"Then I'll see you around Angelica." She smiled and slowly turned away. 

Heather walked off into the dark night, exactly like she had the night before. This time had been different. We were now lovers. Of what degree only time would tell. I would welcome Heather to me many more times in the coming months as she battled through a nasty divorce and got her ex-husband fired for taking classified government papers home with him. 

She moved to Paris and began to do some modeling about a year ago. Despite being a woman in her forties, she held well against women half her age. I might share a few more episodes between this incredible lover and myself, who knows. Heather was a very special woman and she is a dear friend. A friend that I hope continues to find herself and achieves all that she wants and more.



The Boss's Wife



Mike had been working for the company for about 8 months and had just been watching the interactions of the people which worked there. The company was small, only eight people worked there and most of the time the boss, Lucas, was out of town. His wife, Lucy, ran the administrative side of the company so she usually stayed behind, alone. Lucy was about 48 years old but with the most beautiful body. Her legs were thick and supple and they attached to her perfect pear shaped ass. Her breasts were large and Mike knew when she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Mike would watch her as she walked around the office wearing her usual sensual and provocative attire and hoped she would bend over to pick something off the floor, revealing her perfect ass from under her short skirts. He prayed he wouldn't get caught or that Lucy would come into his office and observe the obvious bulge in his pants. But then it happened.

The company moved into new office space and things were chaotic. Mike had waited all day for his boxes and furniture to arrive and be set up. When it did he set to work getting everything put away. Lucy had also stayed after work that day but Mike couldn't understand why. Lucy came into his office wearing one of her short skirts and blue sleeveless silk blouse which was tight in all the right places. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were erect under the smooth tight fabric. 

"You know you work so hard making everything perfect" she said

"It is who I am" Mike replied.

Mike stared at Lucy's perfect breasts and begun to feel his cock throb. 

"All your hard work is making me tired Mike. May I sit down and watch you work?"

"Well you do technically own the chair so I can't say no, Can I?"

Mike watched as Lucy lowered herself down in the chair and lifted her skirt slightly as she sat. It tilted back at about a 30 degree tilt and Lucy didn't cross her legs which allowed Mike to see up her skirt and revealed her perfect pussy to him. Mike remained focused on her honey pot and not on the now obvious bulge pushing in his pants.

"Mike do you have a hard on?" she asked in a playful tone

Oh no busted! Oh well. 

"I think I do." Mike replied. 

"I have seen you staring at me Mike. Do you like my skirt?" Her tone was almost wicked now.

"I do. But you are the boss's wife."

Mike's cock was throbbing and he wanted to take it out but he knew he couldn't. 

"Mike, he is never here and right know you are! Your cock is trapped in a cotton prison and I would like to help you with that." she spoke gently as she motioned for Mike to come closer. Mike took a few steps and was standing inches away from Lucy with his cock just two feet from her candy apple lipstick stained mouth. She reached forward and rubbed his cock through his pants.

"My you are a big boy." she said in an almost surprised way.

"Never had any complaints in that department Lucy" Mike replied. 

"Well let's see what you have in there for me" Lucy opened Mike's belt and slowly unzipped his fly allowing his pants to fall to his knees.

"Oh my you are a brief guy. I was sure you wore boxers." she said as she slid them down his thighs allowing his hard cock to spring free. 

"Oh is that for me Mike?" she reached for his cock and stroked it with a gentle but firm up and down motion. 

"Oh Lucy is this right? You are the boss's wife." Mike was nervous. Here he was with his pants and underwear now pushed to his ankles and his raging hard throbbing cock in the hands of the boss's wife. 

"Mike.......sssshhhh!" Lucy held her finger up to her perfect lips as she said this.

She leant forward and before Mike knew it had enveloped his cock with her mouth. She started to suck his cock well gently massaging and lightly tugging on his balls. She was also unbuttoning her blouse allowing her perfect breast to fall free. Mike was amazed as he looked down and watched this vixen take all his manhood into her throat. She grabbed his ass and pulled his cock into her warm, moist mouth pumping up and down like a woman possessed. Mike could feel his ball tighten and he knew he was going to cum real soon. 

"Lucy...I think I am gonna cum soon." his voice quivered 

"I know......I'm waiting for it." she replied.

Mike grabbed her hair at the sides of her head and began pumping feverously. His balls were throbbing and he could feel her massaging them hard. Then his cock erupted and shot his warm cum deep down her throat. She didn't gag and just kept sucking, draining every last drop from his balls. As Mike pulled out a small drop of his jizz dribbled down her chin. Lucy took her finger and carefully corralled the escaping drop and guided it back into her mouth.

"Now I didn't want to waste any of that." she smiled as she sat back in her chair with her now exposed breasts visible to Mike.

"Wow....I had no idea." Mike said.

"Of course you didn't. But I knew you wanted me. And Lucas is never here an when he is, well he isn't as big as you." Lucy giggled.

"Oh thank you." Mike replied.

"Now we should really find out how sturdy this desk is huh?" she said as she stood up and removed her blouse and dropped her skirt to the floor.

"Ahhhhmmmm......Sure. You are the boss!"Mike said.

"No I am the boss's wife." Lucy smiled.

She sat on the edge of Mike's desk and lifted her legs up, placing her feet on the armrests. Her pussy was perfectly trimmed and glistening with her wet juices. Mike reached forward and began to rub her clit slowly at first. Lucy moaned and leant back and dropped her knees, opening her lovebox to Mike for him to explore. He slid his fingers into Lucy treasure as she moaned with pleasure. 

"Oh Mike I want you to taste me."

Mike leant forward and began to tease her clit with his tongue licking gently and circling her love button. Lucy was practically wailing. 

"Oh Yes Mike I like that" she screamed as Mike slid three fingers into her as he sucked her clit. She was now laying on the desk open wide as Mike felt her begin to orgasm. She bucked hard and screamed as she came. 

"Mike I want your cock in me now"

Mike stood up and positioned himself between her thighs. Just before he could slide into her, she grabbed his cock, pulling him forward and then wrapped her thighs around his waist which pulled him close to her. He slid into her now hot, saturated pussy and began to pound.

"Now fuck me Mike....Fuck me like the whore I am." she begged.

Mike thrust into her slowly at first until she screamed. 

"No Mike.....FUCK ME!!!"

Mike began to pound Lucy like he had never fucked a woman before. His balls were slapping on her ass and her tits were bouncing all over. Lucy was screaming, begging for more. Mike almost felt that he couldn't keep it up much longer. 

"Mike I'm cumming......Fuck me....Fuck me harder." 

"Lucy I am cumming too.......Do you want me to pull out?"

"NO.....NO. Fill me up...Fuck me good. I wanna be you're cum filled whore!"

Mike felt Lucy's pussy tighten around his cock as she began to climax. His balls tightened as his throbbing cock jettisoned his load deep into Lucy's love tunnel. She moaned as he filled her up.

"Oh Mike.....Oh I can't feel my legs." she laughed. 

"I am sorry!" Mike replied.

"Oh don't be. That hasnt happened to me before." she smiled.

"Oh wow" said Mike.

"Now this is our little secret ok Mike. And if you are really good about keeping it then maybe we could do this a little more."

"You bet!" exclaimed Mike. 

"Think of it as a personal bonus." she winked.

Mike watched Lucy gather her clothes and walk out of his office as he stared at her perfect pear shaped ass. 

"You have the most perfect ass!" Mike blurted out.

"Well if you can be a good boy......maybe next time you can fuck my perfect ass." and with that statement she disappeared around the corner.

Until the next time she made her way into Mike's office.



The Boss's Wife



Chapter One

It was early not yet six o'clock. I was wide awake so I rolled out of bed, showered, got dressed, and then drove in my royal blue Lotus to Keirdran's house. 

I probably should have called before I just showed up or at the least knocked on the door before entering, but then I had a key.

I was quiet as I tiptoed to his bedroom, not sure what I was expecting to find. The light sleeper that he was his eyes cracked open as soon as I stood in the doorway.

I had known him all my life. He was my best friend, nothing more, nothing less, but I still had yet to meet the male who could out-do him in the looks department. His deep mahogany skin tone and those piercing dark-brown eyes were a deadly combination. I had never been immune.

Without speaking I began to pull my t-shirt over my head.

He grinned a crooked grin at me, then mouthed to me to hold on a minute, from getting undressed I presumed.

He sat up in bed then pulled his five year old daughter from underneath his blanket. I hadn't even seen her little tiny self.

He carried her out of the room.

The moment he came back in to his bedroom, he attacked me. I was prepared for it, hot and burning for him.

In no time at all he was flat on his back in his bed and I was riding him as if my life depended on it.

It wasn't just that I hadn't had sex in a few weeks. It was Keir. No man on earth had what he had or could do to me what he could.

He was like a steel log encased in satin. I creamed all over him; it was so good. Always so very good!

After he had enough of allowing me to lead he flipped us over and began carving my tunnel with his big dick.

I wasn't a vocal screamer. I screamed in my head while coming hard enough for him to feel it. He sped his strokes up when he felt my pussy squeezing the life out of his cock.

"Shit," he grunted as I felt him emptying his come into me moments later. 

"What did I tell you about doing that?" he asked, as he grabbed then palmed my ass and my thigh.

"Doing what?" I asked him, just as out of breath as he sounded. My mind was in post-orgasmic heaven.

"I wasn't ready to come yet," he answered.

"Oh well—I was," I told him, and then cracked up laughing.

He moved off of me. He lay on his back beside me on the bed. I turned into him and he pulled me close. Sometimes I just needed to be near him. This was one of those times.

My eyes drifted closed. I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Chapter Two

Brandy, Winnie's mother, Keirdran's ex-wife was in the kitchen when I walked in.

She had dark cocoa colored skin and a flawless complexion, long black shiny hair, sexy physique. Looking at her I wondered why Keir had divorced her, again.

She rolled her eyes at me as she spoke. 

"Nice to see you here as usual, welcome as always," she snapped.

The two of them must have been fighting, I thought.

I held my hands up in white flag fashion. "I just came to get some food," I said evenly.

I grabbed a bowl, spoon, half gallon of milk and a box of cereal, and then left.I was not about to get into their little; whatever they had going on.

Winnie, their five year old daughter was on the couch in the living room. Bubble Guppies played on the television while she sat eating a plate of bacon, eggs and mini pancakes. She sat watching it as if her very eyesight depended on her being riveted to the television. Kids and their cartoons.

"So what's up little bit," I teased.

She looked at me with those dark eyes she inherited from her father, laughing along with the smile on her face.

Winnie was like the little sister I never had. I felt for her the way I felt for her father, like there was an unbreakable bond between us, that even though we weren't related by blood, we were family.

"So what are your parents arguing about?" I asked her while eating my Captain Crunch, the taste of my early childhood. I never got tired of eating them.

She shrugged. 

A commercial came on the television. I checked the time. It was almost ten a.m.

"Don't you have soccer practice in a minute?" I asked Winnie.

When she nodded her head yes, I grabbed the car keys off the table in front of me then told her I'd be right back.

Brandy and Keirdran were still speaking heatedly in the kitchen when I popped my head in.

"I'm going to take the little one to soccer practice," I told no one in particular.

"Why is she spending the time with your daughter that you are supposed to be?" Brandi snapped at Keirdran.

"Hold up! That's not what this is," I snapped. "You two are in here arguing and shit and its damn near ten o'clock. I volunteered so you could finish your little discussion." I frowned at her, tempering my anger.

I couldn't understand why she was on that bullshit when she knew that Keir was a great father, whether I was around or not.

"I'm taking the Murcie," I told him, showing him that I had the keys.

"Don't touch my car Nyeki," he said.

"Well seeing as I have the keys I don't think there's too much you can do about it," I taunted him.

"What are you two arguing about anyway?"

"None of your business Nanny McPhee," Brandy snapped. 

I wanted to tell the bitch to make her mind up, but didn't. I guess she caught the look that Keir shot me and it ticked her off because she was almost yelling when I left the kitchen.

Winnie was already dressed in her uniform and was ready to go. She ran off to say goodbye to her parents.

We hopped in the Lamborghini, buckled up then drove through the streets of the burbs they lived in, to the field where her team practiced.

Winnie was a good little runner. I found it entertaining to the watch the little characters toss the ball around. Their coach was this mocha-brown skinned beauty who used to be a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. She was into Keir, but then so were over half of the mother's of Winnie's teammates.

During the practice, Keir sent me a text message: Don't scratch my car.

I rolled my eyes.

***

Chapter Three

The house was full of his friends when I dropped Winnie back off. I handed Keir receipts, his credit card, and keys.

Mareo, Keir's other best friend pulled me into his lap on the chair he was sitting on. "When are you going to stop playing and let me put my baby in you?" he asked.

I laughed while smiling at him.

"You know you want my baby," he argued.

"I'm still thinking about it," I teased.

"Keir said it was cool," he told me.

"Keir doesn't own me."

"I know. I was just getting his permission since ya'll are so tight."

"You know what-- you're very good. You'd have me strung out if I let you?"

"Nah-- I wouldn't do that to you. I want you."

"Yo get up out of his lap. Keep your hands off her," Keir said when he walked back into the living room.

"This isn't Brandi," Mareo said as he held me on his lap. "You need to stop being selfish."

"I know she isn't Brandi. Why don't you go get Bran to sit on your lap," Keir told his best friend.

I laughed and got up out of Mareo's lap. 

Chapter Four

"I am so sick of your shit," Brandi said to me when she came over a few nights later. I was making dinner for Keir and Winnie. She walked into the kitchen, with a McDonald's bag saw me, and just started going off.

"This is why I'm divorced now; why I could never truly have him, because of you," she said heatedly. 

"And where the fuck where you when he needed you 

all those years ago? You fucking left him. I had his baby. I stuck by his side while you just thought of yourself.

"You can have his dumb ass, but you can't have my child. Go have your fucking own," she spit at me.

"I'm not trying to be Winnie's mother," I said quietly. Her words had cut me, a little too deeply. I was on the verge of tears. Keir had to work late so I just--"

"Fuck you! You're not shit. You're not even a good friend. I don't know what the fuck he sees in you."

She looked like she was going to cry, as we eyed 

each other.

Keir got up from the table. I couldn't quite meet his eyes.

Tears ran down her face. I held mine in.

Brandi always got emotional when Keir didn't sleep with her, and she always blamed me. She always attacked me and he always felt guilty, and then he'd sleep with her. He'd try, and she would ruin it on her own. I didn't care what she thought about me, I knew that she didn't deserve him.

"Ki, I'm going to give Brandi a ride home. I might be gone a while," he told me.

I nodded without looking at him.

The two of them left.

Winnie and I ate dinner and then she took a bath. We read a story before getting her into bed.

I was cleaning up the kitchen when Keir made it home. Being unable to face him made me think about how we'd never talked about those years ago when he'd been in trouble and I had left Michigan. I knew he didn't blame me for leaving, even though he thought I had left for my sake.

So much happened in that time that I couldn't speak to him about it, ever. I never planned to. Sometimes Brandi drove distance between us by bringing it up. But I don't know, Keir was the other half of my soul so unless he told me to get out of his life, I had no plans to do that either.

He complimented me on what I made as he sat at the kitchen table to eat. The silence between us was still uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry about—

"Nyeki!" he bit out cutting me off. I knew what he meant when he sounded like that. He didn't want to hear what I had to say.

I'd planned to stay over but I decided to go home to my apartment. I needed to be alone where I could cry and be sad in peace. Where no one had to know how deeply I hurt most of the time; because I couldn't forget the time I'd spent away from Keir during the hell he'd been going through, and I didn't want to forget.

***

Chapter Five

I was driving through the city streets on my way to the mall, when my cell phone rang.

I answered it without looking at the ID first, thinking it could only be one of a few people.

The Irish accent made me pause.

He said few a words. He needed to see me, which obviously meant that he was in town, again.

We agreed to meet in an hour.

I nervously rode the elevator up to the top floor of the luxurious hotel, and then got off when it opened up into the foyer of the penthouse.

Egan, Lorcan's personal assistant/ bodyguard opened the door for me. He showed me into the living room.

Lorcan sat on the couch in the spacious sitting area. He'd cut his hair even shorter. His hazel eyes were still filled with what looked like hostility, as they rested on me.

"My son has been asking about his—mother. Apparently not knowing anything about you is affecting his behavior at school."

I listened not knowing what to say or what he was getting at.

"He wants to get to know you, he said more slowly, like I was hearing-impaired and like he was very frustrated. I want my son to be happy."

My heart rate sped up. I felt something akin to panic. The time I spent with Lorcan was by no means a happy time for me; the forced sex in the beginning, and he'd been so hateful. He'd made me suffer in so many ways, and then I'd become pregnant. It was like a nightmare, one that I relived too many nights--"but all of that was way too much to think about at the moment.

I rubbed my forehead with my hand trying to stave off the headache I could feel coming on.

"I understand how hard this must be on you," he snapped sarcastically.

It was hard on me. Very hard! He was the reason I still had nightmares, couldn't be very happy, no matter how hard I tried.

"He hasn't seen me since he was a few months old," I argued. Maybe he just thinks that you should get married again. Maybe he wants a sibling or something--"

"Are you offering?" he interjected coldly.

"No."

"Then don't bother bringing that up to me."

"I am satisfied with the marriage that I have now. And I think I'd know if Sorcha was looking for a mother or his mother," he spit, before snapping at me to sit down.

I sat down on the couch farthest from him.

"I've relocated him here to Ann Arbor," Lorcan told me.

"You can't just drop in on my life like this, after you forced me to give him up.

"I didn't force you to do anything, he roared. I asked you to make a decision. You chose your lover."

"He's not my lover--"

"Okay then, that friend of yours that you fuck, whose marriage you helped ruin because you couldn't stay out of his bed, whose daughter you treat like your very own."

Tears pricked my eyes. Lorcan had asked me to choose Keir's life or being a mother to my son. Keir knew nothing about Sorcha or my marriage and I'd never wanted him to know what I'd done. It didn't matter if it was for him to save his life; I knew that he wouldn't thank me for it. I'd allowed him to believe that I had left him for two years when he'd been going through the worst situation of his life, to protect myself.

Lorcan stood. He walked over to me. He handed me a large envelope. 

"Open it," he barked at me, when I just looked at it.

I opened it to find information the home he'd purchased, bank account information, and a few other things, all with my legal name on the end. Slaine. There were keys in the envelope as well.

According to the school information; Sorcha was assigned to the same school as Winnie. It was a good school; a private school.

"Sorcha is at the house. You can accompany me there now to see him," Lorcan's voice cut in on my thoughts.

"Now, I repeated, stunned, like right now?"

"Yes Nyeki. Why did you have something more important to do?"

I rode quietly in the back of Lorcan's car with him and Egan. I couldn't believe that this was happening; that I would get to see my son.

I was very nervous as we parked in the driveway of the large house, not knowing what to do at all. 

"Are you sure about this Slaine? What if he doesn't like me or doesn't want me around? What then?"I asked.

"I've told you that I recognize that I have made a 

mistake in not allowing you to be a part of Sorcha's life," he said, in his end of discussion tone of voice.

"But what have you told him about me? That I just left him? That I didn't want him—"

"It doesn't matter what I told him. He's expecting 

you now."

Chapter Six

I walked to the door of the house along with Lorcan. My palms were sweaty and my body heat was raised. I took a deep breath in that didn't help much.

When I saw Sorcha; I almost started instantly bawling. He had a red tinted, curly, brown, skin that was the color of honey, a curly afro and eyes that were a mixture of green and brown. His lips, his nose; they were unmistakably mine. He was unmistakably mine. 

Sorcha wore a designer dress shirt, jeans, and a 

pair of Jordan's.

The longer I looked at him the more that I could see how much he looked like his father as much as he looked like me. He was a perfect blend of the both of us. 

My heart dissolved in my chest as he looked at me, like he was studying me or maybe was wary of me.

"Are you my mother?" he asked me in a very thick Irish accent.

I told him that I was through the lump in my throat. He moved aside to let me and Lorcan, who I'd all but forgotten, into the house.

I couldn't really speak but he hugged his father who squatted down to get a kiss from Sorcha while an older woman who introduced herself as Sorcha's nanny, Brighid, and was clearly Irish as well, hovered in the background. 

Lorcan left the room as Sorcha and I sat on the couch to talk. Sorcha told me that I was very pretty, and then he asked me if he could give me a hug. I had to bite my lip very hard in order to not let the tears that I felt inside, fall.

Just seeing him in front of me hurt. I wanted nothing more than to touch him, kiss him, and hold him.

Sorcha gave me a tour of the house while talking to me about him and asking me about me. I thought that he was very mature for his age. Winnie was two months older than Sorcha, but he seemed a lot older than her. He was his father's son. I could see the pride that Lorcan had as he moved around the background while Sorcha and I talked.

I stayed for dinner. Brighid cooked some traditional Irish potato casserole. It was good.

Sorcha asked me while at the table, if I'd ever been to Ireland. I told him that I had lived there for over a year when I was pregnant with him.

He told me that he only had one picture of me. He told me it was taken before he was born. He said that he slept with it near his bed.

I recalled seeing the picture when I'd gone into his bedroom. His bed was made like a pirate ship. He told me that he loved to sail more than anything. I told him that Ann Arbor was a good place for it.

It was a little too easy to forget that he was only five, until I happened to look at him. Seeing him made me instantly feel like I would do anything to keep him right where he was at the moment.

He asked me to read him a story while he bathed. He even had little ships in his bathroom that he played with while I read a story called, "My Gym Partner's A Monkey."

After his bath; Sorcha asked me to tuck him into bed. I leaned into him sniffing his soft skin and he hugged me tight as he climbed underneath his blanket. He asked me if I were going to stay. I knew that his father had already told him I was.

I told him that I would sleep right down the hall.

I stayed with him until he fell asleep.

I went downstairs and found that my phone was buzzing. I picked it up to find that Keir had been calling me all afternoon. I sat on the couch in the living room about to call him back when Lorcan came into the living room.

"Put the phone away and come to bed Nyeki," he told me.

I left my phone on the table, and then followed Lorcan upstairs.

"What is he going to think if he sees us together?" I asked Lorcan as we showered together.

"I have an apartment downtown. He knows that."

The moment we made it to the bedroom, Lorcan asked me when the last time that I had sex was. I told him the truth, about a week before.

He took a condom from his pant pocket. He slid it onto his already rigid cock. Sometimes I thought he actually got aroused from being pissed off.

When he slid into me from the back while gripping my hair, he asked me whether or not he should have to use condoms to fuck his wife.

I answered him no, that he shouldn't have to. He kept me up all night reminding me that he had a very long memory. I worried about the noise we made but he told me that the walls in the house were very well insulated. Still, I tried to keep my moans in.  

I wasn't in the least happy with the fact that he could please me sexually. I used to cry about it afterwards, when I'd hated him with everything in me.

Chapter Seven

It hit me hard the moment I remembered where I was, when I woke up. The two window curtains that were near the bed I slept in had been opened. Lorcan was not in the queen sized bed with me. I sat up in the bed just as there was a tiny knock at the door.

Hearing Sorcha's little voice' I hurriedly pulled on a t-shirt and shorts, and then I opened the door to see Sorcha standing in his pajamas. We had breakfast together. Brighid let me know that Slaine would be back later and that he'd left the car. His driver was ready to take Sorcha and me anywhere that we needed to go.

Sorcha told me that he needed some things for 

school. He had a supply list.

Back in the bedroom I'd slept in; I found a closet full of clothes that fit me, from jeans to formal wear. I was two sizes bigger since I'd had Sorcha. I had no idea how Lorcan knew what size clothes to buy me.

They were all nice things, expensive, but that was to be expected. When I'd lived with him before, I'd had staff to take care of virtually everything for me. All I'd had to do after a while, was be dressed or undressed and to wait for Lorcan to get home or to come see me.




The Boss's Wife



I spent the next two days getting Sorcha prepared for his first day at his new school. Lorcan was in and out, but he'd slept with me the past three nights in a row. Slept with isn't the best word to describe his fucking me until I was too tired to keep my eyes open. 

Seven years older than me, at thirty-four, with a very nice body build, short cropped blonde hair and grey-green eyes; Lorcan was devastatingly handsome. He was gorgeous and he knew it. Even years ago when I'd truly hated him, I'd found myself becoming jealous of the attention he gave to other women.

Chapter Eight

On Sunday afternoon Sorcha wanted to go to the park. He had bodyguards who were good enough that they weren't in plain sight, but they were always around, which meant we never had any really privacy or rather I never did.

I decided to call Keir as Sorcha and I got out at the duck park.

He answered the phone just before his voicemail picked up.

"Fuck you been Nyeki?" he asked, sounding concerned and angry.

"I had some things to take care of, so I've been handling that. I called you because I have someone that I want you to meet."

I knew that Keir would see Sorcha when Sorcha started school in the morning and I didn't want him to find out about him that way.

"Someone who?"Keir asked me.

"Someone important to me."I answered.

"Who's important to you?"

I told Keir that I would tell him when I saw him He told me he would come to the park and that he would bring Winnie.

I was nervous as Keir and Winnie came across the park to meet me. Sorcha and I sat at a picnic table after having taken a walk.

Keir sat across from me while Sorcha spoke, but not with his mouth. He waved a little. I guess he felt shy, uncertain of the situation. 

I suggested that he and Winnie walked a few feet away to have a better look at the smaller ducks that had begun to walk over.

"So who is little man?" Keir asked nodding in Sorcha's direction.

My heart beat almost out of my chest as I answered 

him "He's my son." I told Keir.

Keir looked at me, and then he laughed. "Really Ki?"

"Really Keir," I said, sounding choked up to my own ears.

"How are you going to have a son that I don't know shit about, that you've never even mentioned and he's what Winnie's age?"He said this as if he still didn't believe me.

"I had him when I left all those years ago and he's been with his father."

"You've never fucking mentioned him!"

I closed my eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. "It was too hard for me to. I wasn't allowed to see him," I wiped the tear that had escaped away.

"You weren't allowed—

"No. I—it's complicated." I took a deep breath as Keir looked at me.

Before I could explain, Sorcha's name was called from across the field. I looked up to see his father walking towards us. I knew that Keir recognized Lorcan too.

Lorcan picked Sorcha up and then he walked over to the table and told me that he was taking Sorcha for the rest of the afternoon. He ignored Keir, but said hello to Winnie when Sorcha introduced them.

"Am I going to see you later?" Sorcha asked me.

"Yes. Your mother will be home in time to have dinner with you," Lorcan told him for me.

I nodded my head in agreement and smiled at my son.

He held onto his father as he waved bye to Winnie.

The silence between Keir and I was deafening until Winnie said that she liked Sorcha, but that he talked funny. 

Keir's jaw clenched at her words. He wouldn't even look at me. I found it hard to face him too.

He got up all of a sudden and asked me to be at his house in half an hour. 

I made it to his house before he did. 

I was outside his house when he pulled up. Winnie wasn't with him. I knew he was angry with the way that he breezed by me to open the door. He noticed my new car but didn't comment about it.

I followed him into the house.

"What the fuck did you do?" he demanded of me, the second we were in the house.

"He was going to--to kill you Keirdran. I--"

The way that Keir looked at me made me stop speaking. He walked out of the room. I followed him.

"I did it so that he wouldn't hurt you. You're going to hate me for that?"I cried, while he had his back to me.

"Nyeki, I don't hate you," he said quietly.

"Then why won't you look at me?"

He turned to face me. He had tears in his eyes. He looked so wounded that I wished that I could take his pain away from him. 

"I don't deserve what you did. Ki, how could you do that?"He asked me, as he sat on the bed. He covered his face with his hands.

I sat on the bed next to him wiping the tears that slid from his eyes. 

I talked to him about everything, about my decision to go to Lorcan. I didn't tell him the explicit details, just the basics.

"I know you would have never been okay with me going to him on your behalf. And, I didn't-- couldn't have known that things would turn out the way they have, but I can't regret what I did."

"And really I said; as I took off my top, I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"You don't want to talk about this?" You don't want to fucking talk about this!"

"No Keir, I don't. Please?" I leaned in to kiss the side of his neck. His pulse was racing. 

I kissed him a few times, until I felt him begin to calm down.

I lay back on his bed and pulled off my panties. Keir stood up and looked down at me for a moment. I spread my legs for him. He grasped my ankle and pulled me to the end of the bed. He took off his clothes, still looking angry.

His entire body shook as he touched me, kissed me and then he was fucking me.

"Oh god. Yes, Keir," I screamed out loud as I dug my nails into his back. He kept thrusting and telling me he loved me. I told him that I loved him too.

We spent the next few hours making love. I didn't want to stop, but it was getting late, and I needed to leave.

I showered first, something I never had done just because, after I slept with Keir.

"Nyeki," he called to me. I knew that tone of voice. I took a page out of his book and told him, 

I wasn't going to talk about it. I wasn't.

I kissed him and told him, I'd see him later.

When I made it to the house, Slaine was there. The two of us had dinner with Sorcha. He waited until we were in my bedroom to speak to me about earlier.

He told me, while fucking me in my ass and making me go up onto my tiptoes that; I wasn't going to fuck Keir or any other man again. 

I hated anal sex and he knew it very well. I cried silently while he fucked me, but I still felt that being with Keir once more was worth it. 

I'd thought the shower sex was the punishment but waking up to find that Slaine had slept in the bed, allowing Sorcha to come in and find us together, was more of what he had in mind.

I could see that Sorcha liked the idea of us together, as Slaine must have known that he would. Sorcha smiled then came to get up on the bed. He sat on top of the blanket and threw his arms around his father. The two of them shared their moment. 

Sorcha smiled at me as he turned his head to face the TV that his father had put on for him. Lorcan got up out of the bed. He pulled on his boxers. The look he exchanged with me as he walked to go the bathroom made my chest cave in.

Chapter Nine

I saw Keir when Slaine and I dropped Sorcha off at school. Winnie's classroom was directly across the hall from Sorcha's.

Sorcha's teacher was this bubbly brunette. She couldn't keep her eyes off of Slaine. He didn't overtly flirt with her, but she was eating out of the palm of his hand.

We'd walked back into the hall as Keir came out of Winnie's classroom.

"Just the man I wanted to see. Do you have a minute?" Slaine asked Keir.

I looked at Slaine, I knew in alarm. "You don't need to--"

He smiled at me, but it wasn't real. Disregarding my words, he then asked Keir if they could step outside.

I followed them out of the school. Slaine stopped walking in the parking lot, a few feet away from where his car sat waiting.

"I'm going to make this brief and to the point. She loves you-- I know that, very well actually. Six years ago she was willing to do anything, and I do mean anything, just so that you could keep your life. I know that you'll be able to appreciate this." 

"You have your life, and she belongs to me." He told Keir.

His words devastated and humiliated me. I couldn't even look up. I just hoped that Keir would swallow this conversation.

"You have people that you love that you don't want touched yeah, so don't touch my wife." Lorcan spoke calmly, although there was nothing calm about the way he sounded, to me.

My eyes shot up at the vehemence in his words, the way he said them. He'd meant them.

"I won't-- I won't see him again. 

"Ki, please don't get overly dramatic on me in the school parking lot," Lorcan said, as he tilted my face up to meet his eyes.

"I don't think that I'm asking that much here. Do you?" 

I told him no, as tears filled my eyes.

He turned to Keir. "We understand each other?"

"Yeah," Keir said, evenly and clearly. 

My heart beats slowed a little when I heard Keir's words.

"We have to go, but we'll see you around," Lorcan then said.

He took my hand and I followed him over to his car. Before I got into the car, I looked back a moment. Keir was still standing in the same spot. I wanted to go to him, but the best thing for me to do was to get in the car, so I did.



The Boss's Wife Ch. 01



I had been working as a junior architect at the firm of Robert Johnson and Co for about six months. My boss, Robert Johnson, frankly was a bit of an arsehole; a dictatorial bully, the kind of guy who seems to get off simply by ordering people around, lording it over his employees. Not that it bothered me. It was a good company with some good people doing the sorts of work that interested me -- and there was plenty of it. To be honest, this was a great opportunity for me, and one I had no intention of wasting on account of the boss being a pig of a man. 

My career path hadn't exactly gone to plan since I graduated. Maybe it the fact that I was ambitious, or that I had a firm belief in the integrity of my ideas that wouldn't allow me to easily compromise, but I hadn't been able to hold down a job in the industry for more than about six months. I was fortunate that I had an uncle who had been an architect, now retired, because his guidance has been invaluable. He took me aside a year or so ago and gave me some advice. The gist of it was that yes, he could see I had talent, but I was still young and there was still a lot for me to learn even if I didn't think so. Talent is one thing, he told me, but commitment and reliability are important in a young architect, and the way I was going, chopping and changing between firms, I ran the risk of gaining a reputation for being difficult to work with. Find a decent firm, he advised, knuckle down and do what I was told, even if I didn't always enjoy it or agree with what they were doing, and try to stay there for at least a few years. Establish myself as a serious, reliable professional. 

I took this advice when I got the job with Johnsons, and so far it seemed to be paying off. I mean, if I didn't like my boss, I at least wasn't alone -- many of the other architects straight out hated his guts. But like I said, this company had lots of exciting projects, and I was learning a lot working with some pretty talented guys. And after six months, I was starting to feel for the first time in my working life that I belonged somewhere. It was a good feeling. 

I felt as though I had passed some kind of test when Johnson came into my office and berated me over an apartment block design I had worked on. 'Crap' and 'kindergarten stuff' were the kinds of words he used to describe my design of the swimming pool and gym area, but I just took the abuse in my stride -- even though I felt he was just finding faults as a matter of habit, as if to justify his own existence by pointing out what a bunch of fuckwits he's got working for him. What is it with these older guys? The other day he sacked a colleague, Ray, a brilliant guy who could design anything, simply because he didn't like the colours Ray had chosen for a staircase. Ray had done some very long hours on that project, and I guess he couldn't contain his frustration when Johnson started picking faults. When Ray tried to defend his work, Johnson just got more and more worked up until eventually he just showed him the door. It's just no way to treat people, especially good people like Ray. 

But when Johnson began to get stuck into my gym design, I just sat there and took it in my stride. It felt quite liberating in a strange way to sit there while he ranted and raved -- I knew my work was good, even if he didn't, and his opinion didn't bother me on a personal level, because I didn't like him and didn't respect him. But I did want to keep working for him, so I was prepared to put up with his shit.

"Sorry about that, Robert. You're right, I see what you mean now," I said, thinking what a suckhole I'd become. "Don't worry, I will fix it as you suggest."

"Good," he barked. He got up to leave the room, but then he paused at the door. 

"Oh David," he said, "are you free after work?"

"Um, yeah?" I replied. 

"Good. I'd like you to drop round my house after work. I'm planning a renovation and I'd like a second opinion on some of my ideas." 

"Um, yes, of course," I said, taken a little aback. 

"Good. I'll expect you around six." 

And then he walked out. 

I was surprised that the old bastard would want my help with his own place. Especially as my gym design was 'crap'. Hanging out with that cranky old fool after hours was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew that if I said no I'd be pretty much kissing goodbye to my job. Still, I had to think of it as a compliment -- but, I thought to myself, I'd better be careful how many changes I suggest. He's just as likely to fire me on the spot for not appreciating the 'quality' of his work. Better hold my tongue, be diplomatic -- just like my old Uncle said. 

Later that evening Robert greeted me at the door and showed me inside. 

"Welcome, he said, "take a seat and I'll get you a drink. Beer?" 

"Yes, thanks," I said. He was sounding uncharacteristically pleasant -- but then I could hear his wife milling about in the kitchen. I guess it wouldn't do to start yelling at your employees in your own home. 

The house was something else. Large, as I'd expected, but thoroughly modern. You could clearly see the influence of the type of work we do in the clever use of open planned areas. To be honest, I couldn't see anything much I'd change at all. In fact, it had to be barely more than a year old, judging by some of the workmanship. I found it odd that he even wanted to renovate. I particularly liked the way they'd decorated it. Architecturally it was a thoroughly contemporary building, but it was fitted out with a bold selection of colours, predominantly white but with a lot of red and lime green furnishings. Often people fall into the trap of trying to make their new place look as cool as possible, because when you've already got a cool looking building it's very easy to go over the top with the furnishings and end up with a clashing mess of colours. But this was a really nice balance. 

Soon Robert had returned with drinks. He handed me a beer and called out to his wife. 

"Oh honey, come and meet David, one of my employees who's just dropped by." 

Robert's wife soon appeared from around the corner of the kitchen wall. My God, I thought to myself: what a stunning looking woman Mrs Johnson was! Probably early 30s, but not an ounce of fat on her beautifully toned and slightly muscular body, which was on clear display under the skin-tight gym gear she was wearing: light blue lycra shorts and tight crop top, white. Yes, very nice, I thought to myself as I watched her walk towards us. She was cute too: short dark hair, a flashing, warm smile and lovely blue eyes; such a gorgeous face. Evidently she was off to the gym, and with a body like that she'd be the sort of chick you often see at the gym that just makes your day -- when you feel like thanking the Lord for providing the perfect female form upon which we can feast our eyes. I just had to wonder what a fine piece such as her was doing married to such an arsehole -- probably a trophy wife. 

"Elizabeth," he said, "this is David." 

"Nice to meet you, David," she replied. 

I greeted her and she smiled. The kind of warm, gleaming white teeth smile that alternately either melts your heart or gives you hard on. Or both at the same time. For a moment I was almost mesmerized as she looked into my eyes. 

"Come David," Robert said, "I'll show you around the place."

"Well, I'll leave you two guys to it," she said. "I'm off for my evening run. Nice to meet you, David."

Elizabeth sauntered off, and I watched her tight, muscular arse gently shift as she walked through the room, pausing to bend over to grab her keys. Such perfect legs...

"OK, honey, I'll just see you out," said Robert as he escorted his wife to the door. For a moment they stood at the door discussing something which I couldn't hear, and then she was gone. 

Actually, I wondered to myself, that girl seemed familiar; as though I'd seen her before. Yes, I remembered -- I'd seen her in the office the other day, in Robert's office. I remember her now; she was dressed in a cream coloured business suit, jacket and tight-fitting skirt. I remember at the time thinking what a hot looking client he'd got, but in reality it was only his wife. 

"Well, what do you think?" he asked. Such had been the impression his wife had made on me that for a minute I thought he was asking what I thought about his woman. Of course, he was talking about the house as we walked from the living room into a second opened area that seemed half office, half entertainment room. It was an impressive residence by any standard. 

"Well, what do you think?" he said again. 

"I think it's excellent. It's excellent as it is. I might have done the kitchen a little differently, but that would be all." 

"Hmm," he said, almost grumbling. "I did the kitchen myself." 

Damn, I thought. The last thing I wanted was to piss the guy off. Just make a few helpful suggestions, so that I at least seemed to know what I was talking about and had something to contribute, and then get the hell out of here. Damn it, why do office politics always have to be so difficult?

"Well," I said, trying to be as diplomatic as possible, "there's nothing really wrong with it, but if you're asking, I would have tried to maximise the open area just here, and the join between the two rooms, to create a visual impression of a greater space." 

"Yes, I can see what you mean," he said. "But I like it as it is." 

We continued our tour of the house. Walking through into the 'office' area I spotted a photograph on the wall. It was of a woman in a kind of one-piece swim suit performing a backwards bending yoga pose in a beach. Clearly it had been professionally done, shot in a kind of soft focus that gave the scene a swirling, dreamlike effect. The woman in the picture looked magnificent. Like a Goddess. 

"You like that?" he said. 

"Er yes, it's an excellent photograph." 

"That's my wife." There was an edge to the tone in his voice which I found unsettling. Damn, this was just going from bad to worse.

"Oh, er, is it? I didn't recognise her," I stammered, backpedaling. 

"Stunning, isn't she?" 

We were both looking at the picture. I felt impolite to turn away, but somehow also improper to be studying this somewhat intimate portrait of my employer's wife. 

"Er, yes," I said, "she's a very attractive person." 

"Yeah, but sexy, wouldn't you say?" 

Oh great. Now I knew this was just another one of the vicious old bastard's mind games -- bating me into saying his wife is a sexy babe so he can take it out on me for insulting him and his woman. That's the kind of man he was. I would just have to play a straight bat and try to move the conversation back onto the renovation. 

"She is attractive, yes." 

"Don't you think she's hot?" 

This was getting exasperating. I just knew this was going to end badly - there goes another job. But I battled on. 

"Robert, I'm sorry but I don't think it would be appropriate for me to make that kind of judgment about your wife." 

"Hmm. Well, what if she wasn't my wife? What if she was just someone you met on the street? Would you think she was sexy then? Come on man, she fucking hot, isn't she?"

Damn it, I was trying to be the gentleman, but he just wasn't going to let go of this. 

"Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "if you're speaking hypothetically, then yes, she is sexy."

"Hmm. And if you saw her on the street, hypothetically of course, and she wasn't my wife, would you think to yourself, 'she's horny; I'd love to have sex with that babe'?"

"Robert, please. I am your employee and this is conversation is making me uncomfortable." 

"Relax David, we're just speaking hypothetically. I mean, you should be good at that -- that's what we architects do, turn the hypothetical into reality. Well? Would you? Wouldn't you want to fuck a girl as hot looking as that? Hmm? Just answer the bloody question!" 

"Yes," I said, feeling my voice raise, out of sheer frustration, a little more than it should have. "Yes." 

"Hmm, I thought so - I would myself!" he said, with a little chuckle that seemed to invite me to join him in a little male camaraderie as we discussed the virtues of the female form - his female, in fact - although I declined the invitation to join in the 'reverie'. This was starting to get a little on the weird side. 

Then he turned to me. 

"David, it's OK that you think my wife is sexy and that you want to fuck her."

"Robert!" I said sternly. Damn it, I wished he would just drop it! "That's not what I said at all. Please, I did NOT say that!" 

"Yeah, well, hypothetically," he shrugged. "But listen to me," he said, turning to me and looking at me with those beady, slightly evil looking little eyes of his, "I want to turn that hypothetical into a reality. 

"David, I want you to fuck my wife." 

I stood there, dumbfounded, near shellshocked. Did I just hear correctly? He had just asked me to have sex with his wife? Johnson? Was this serious or was it another one of his nasty little mind games? Jesus Christ!

"Well? What do you say?" 

I looked at him and it suddenly occurred to me that yes, he was serious. This wasn't a game. I could see it in his eyes. He was serious. I paused for a moment, looking at the floor. Jesus, he was serious about this! 

"Well?" He was getting impatient. I had to say something. He was beginning to look a little foolish -- and making Johnson look foolish normally meant losing your job. I had to give him an answer, and there was only one answer I could give him. 

"Robert, I can't do that. Yes, your wife is very attractive, but it wouldn't, it just wouldn't be right. I'm sorry but I hope you will understand." 

He did not like what I had said; it was plainly evident by the look on his face. 

"Look, don't give me that limp dick shit. Of course you want to fuck her -- you more or less just told me that. And I'm giving you permission to do so. God man, haven't you got any balls? Hang on, no -- I'm not asking you to fuck my wife. I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. You are my employee and I am saying to you that you will have sex with Elizabeth. You will fuck her -- I am telling you now that it is part of your job. Got that?" 

"Er, yes, OK." What else could I say? 

"Good." 

Oh Jesus, what the fuck is going on with this guy? I was feeling somehow very little foolish as I contemplated what was probably the strangest conversation I'd ever had. 

Suddenly the front door opened. It was Elizabeth. 

"Oh, hi sweetheart, you're back early," Johnson said. 

"Yeah," she laughed. "It started raining."

It had been raining all right. She was soaked to the skin, hair matted against her face, little rivulets of water trickling down her skin; her pretty face, her arms, her legs. The water had turned her bra top slightly transparent, so that her beautifully firm tits could be clearly seen. Her nipples were proudly on display; it must have been cold out there. She looked utterly magnificent, even sexier than in the picture. Oh God, what a babe! 

"Darling, you should get out of those wet clothes."

"Well, I'll be off," I said, scared that she might start stripping right in front of me, although why I should be scared I couldn't say. I just needed to get away from this weirdness. But did she even know about what Johnson had just discussed with me? Jesus... 

"Yes, David's just leaving," said Johnson, "oh, darling, David will be coming to dinner on Friday night. Will that be alright with you?"

She had been toweling herself off as she turned to me, wrapping her hair in the towel in that way that women do that I always find unbelievably sexy. 

"Of course, that will be lovely," she smiled at me. Her eyes were almost sparkling. She was beaming, radiant. "Look forward to seeing you then, David." 

I said my goodbyes and left. 'Look forward to seeing you', she had said. There was a tangible enthusiasm in her face, the way she had said it. Oh yes, she knew what had been proposed, I was sure of it. 

But what did I think of all this? My mind was still trying to come to terms with what had just happened. My boss, whom I disliked with a passion, is inviting me -- no, ordering me -- to fuck his woman. And Elizabeth is one of the sexist girls I had ever had to the pleasure to lay eyes on. I contemplated all this as I drove home, my heart pumping hard in my chest, my cock as hard as rock. 

The next morning I was almost dreading going to work. How was Johnson going to react after what we'd been talking about the night before? It didn't take long for me to find out. He came into my office first thing and shut the door behind him.

"Are you still free for Friday night?" he barked.

"Yes," I said. I mean, well, it wasn't as though he'd bothered to check that with me prior to telling his wife that I'd be coming round for 'dinner' on Friday night. But I was free anyway. 

"Good. Be there at six. And make sure you dress up a bit; don't come with those daggy clothes you've got on now. Now, I want a word with you. I want it understood that under no circumstances do you breathe a word about our discussion last night to anyone in this office, or anywhere else for that matter. Is that understood?" 

"Yes."

"Good. Because David, if I hear anything to the contrary, I'm sure you know that I have the power to seriously damage your career far more than you've so far managed to do yourself. I don't think I wouldn't do it. Have I made myself clear?" 

"Yes." 

"Good. Now, how is that balcony design going?"

I brought up the file on my computer. He stood there studying it for a minute or so. I could tell it wasn't to his liking by the way his body began to shake. 

"Fuck me David, what the fuck is this!"

Here we go, I thought to myself, here we go...

"Er, it's a railing and wall, for the balcony." 

"Oh, is it? Well I can fucking well see that. But look at this fucking thing! It looks like it came out of the Victorian era! Jesus Christ, I hire young guys like you so we can stay cutting-edge contemporary, and here you are giving me a railing that looks like it came out of Buckingham Fucking Palace! David, we're designing M-O-D-E-R-N buildings here, not fucking sets for a fucking Jane Austen movie! Just fucking well fix it!" 

With that, he stormed out. Arsehole. Yeah, sure, there was a certain intricacy to the design, but it was a Japanese motif, not Victorian. But he missed the whole point -- it was there to break up the solid shapes of the rest of the apartment, a subtle touch that hardly anyone would directly even notice, but one that would enhance the overall visual aspect. He's just too thick to see it. I rubbed out the design and whipped up a flat, featureless wall and railing. I emailed it to his office. Later that day I got a reply that simply said: "Fine".

I didn't see much of Johnson for the rest of the week, which suited me. I just got on with my job, but with the thought of what awaited on Friday never far from my mind. On one level I was excited. Excited because I was going to have sex with such a sweet, hot looking babe on Friday night. It wasn't going to be a case of taking a girl out on a few dates, and then hoping somewhere along the line for a bit of action. It was a done deal. Friday night, I will be feasting my eyes on Elizabeth's gorgeous body, tasting her sweet pussy, driving my cock deep inside her... I night I had been masturbating to the vivid mental image of her standing there in her wet gym gear. Damn, she was hot! 

But exactly how was this all going to work, I started wondering. I mean, if you are fucking someone's wife, and it's with the full consent of the guy, where will he be while the action's taking place? In the room, I imagined. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. The old prick would probably sit there and bark orders while I passionately rammed his wife, telling me how I wasn't doing it right...




The Boss's Wife Ch. 01



Yeah, of course he was going to be present in the room. What would be the point otherwise? I mean, this isn't the sort of thing that rocks my boat, but surely the whole point is the pornographic aspect -- as long as you can deal with the jealousy aspect: seeing your woman being fucked by someone else must be like watching a porno flick in which the star slut is your woman. I'd read enough erotic stories to also know that some guys who are into this sort of thing got off on the idea of cuckolding -- the feeling of humiliation that comes with allowing another man to possess your wife in the most intimate sense, but this surely wasn't the motivation of a guy like Robert. 

Maybe it was actually all her idea? Maybe the old guy can't get it up any more -- although were I in his position I'd be walking round the house with a constant hard on! Maybe she's the one who wears the pants in that relationship. I mean, I had wondered whether or not she was a trophy wife -- she must be close to 20 years his junior, but even though I had only briefly met her I had the sense that she was no lightweight. There was an intelligence and a poise about her -- whatever she was, she was not an airhead. It seemed far fetched, but I liked the thought that it was her idea. Hmm, that's quite horny, my bosses' wife picking me out to give her what he can't. Maybe that's why she was in the office that day, to check out Robert's young architects for any potential studs. I had no way of knowing, but it was amusing to go over the possibilities. Frankly, it was giving me a hard on. 

And then Friday came. Six o'clock didn't leave enough time for me to go home and get showered and changed, but I wanted to look good and feel nice and fresh before I got there. It would be better if I could leave a little early. It had just turned four now, and it would be good to get going very soon. But I would need to get permission from his Lordship. I'd seen other guys shown the door for taking too long at lunch, or leaving 10 minutes early. It sounded incongruous to be even thinking I could get into trouble in such circumstances, but you just couldn't take a chance with a guy like Robert. 

He was in a meeting with some of the senior architects. These were the guys who came up with the original concepts, the major projects, and that's where I wanted to work my way towards. 

"Robert, excuse me for a moment," I said with an appropriate respectfulness as I poked my head through the door, the senior architects all turning to me to see what was the source of the disturbance to their meeting. Those guys did like to lord it over us juniors. 

"David," Robert said, "what the fuck are you still doing here? I thought you told me you had an important engagement this evening -- six o'clock, wasn't it? - and you needed to leave early?" 

"Yes, that's right, I just came into to ask if that was OK. That I can leave early." 

"Yes man, of course you can go." 

"Thank you Robert." 

How weird. 

I got home in plenty of time to get ready. A long relaxing shower was just what I needed after another long, tedious day, and as the water caressed my skin I began to think about what was to come in just an hour or so. My cock was getting hard again. I thought about jerking off but decided against it. Save it, I thought. Save it for Robert's sexy wife. I was beginning to get very excited at the prospect. Nervous, very nervous in fact, but excited. 

Robert had told me to 'dress up'. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I decided to play it safe. A suit. I would wear a suit. White shirt, red tie, dark grey pinstripe suit. I couldn't go wrong like that. 

I arrived a little early, so I waited in the car for about 10 minutes. He had said six o'clock, so I would make it six on the dot. I watched the clock on the car's console slowly tick over. 5.58pm. Time to go. 

Robert greeted me at the door. 

"Welcome David, come in," he said in an unusually pleasant tone. 

"Darling, our guest is here," he called out. I heard Elizabeth's reply from the kitchen. 

"Hi David," she said as she entered the room, "and welcome. My, you're looking very nice tonight! Robert, how come your employees dress better than you do?" she added with a laugh, and Robert chuckled. I joined them, but in a nervous laugh. 

"Guys, just pour yourselves a drink while I finish cooking. We're nearly ready, do you mind eating early?" she asked. 

"No, that's fine," I said. I watched her sashay her way back into the kitchen. The only one who looked 'very nice' in here was her. She looked stunning. She was wearing a skimpy dress, one of those classic short black numbers, thin shoulder straps and made of a kind of silky, shiny fabric that seemed to alternately hug her curves and dance across her body as she walked. She was wearing a pair of simple black pumps, heels not too high, not too short. There was a classical elegance to the way she was dressed that was all style and sophistication but with a heady undertone of sexiness. I didn't think she was wearing makeup, but she didn't need any, but her lips were coated with a dark red shade lip stick that contrasted dramatically, wonderfully, with her olive skin and black outfit. She was not wearing a bra. Under that silky little dress her naked breasts made a very sexy definition around her upper body. I watched her tits gently jiggle and shift as she walked; such a delightful vision. I felt my cock stirring, my balls shifting. She was a stunning looking creature by any standard. 

"You do look good, David," Robert said as he poured me a glass of wine. I almost laughed. It was one of the few compliments I'd ever heard him give anyone. "Maybe I should make it so that everyone must wear suits in the office -- it's certainly a motley collection of misfits we've got there now." 

"Yeah, maybe," I said, feeling a little uncomfortable at having to exchange small talk with him. But I would just have deal with that. I mean, I certainly wasn't going to push luck by saying something like 'OK, I'm here, I'm horny, I want to fuck your wife now'. Whatever my faults, stupidity wasn't one of them. 

"OK guys, we're ready," she said, as Robert got to his feet and headed into the kitchen to help bring out the food. I too went into the kitchen to help, but Elizabeth looked up at from the roast she was carving and placed her hand over mine. Her touch felt electric. 

"No, you just take a seat," she said, looking into my eyes. She was so sexy looking that I almost felt too shy to return her gaze. "You're the guest here," she added, giving my hand a little squeeze as she said it. Her palm remained clasped around my hand for a split second longer than you'd normally expect in such situations. When she let go I felt the tips of her fingers graze languidly across my knuckles. Subtle, the kind of touch that lingers between the sexual and merely playful. I felt the blood surge through my body. My cock was responding, quickly hardening now. 

We took our places at the table as Robert poured glasses of wine. It was a circular table -- a design I'd remembered seeing on someone's computer at work -- and Elizabeth sat on my left. 

The food was excellent, and so too, surprisingly, was the conversation. In lots of ways this was just like a normal dinner party. Elizabeth turned out to be a charming hostess, and I learned that she had a career of her own, as a lawyer. Not just any lawyer, she had her own small firm, dealing mostly in company law. Naturally Robert's firm was one of her clients, which probably explains why she was in the office the other day dressed as she was. 

Robert was in an expansive mood, and we chatted about all sorts of things: work, politics, the latest movies. Just about everything except the main item on the agenda, the whole raison detre for the dinner party in the first place: that being Elizabeth and myself, naked, and joined together in the biblical sense. Sooner or later the discussion would veer off in that direction, I thought to myself, and in the meantime I was happy enough just to enjoy some fine chat, fine food and some really excellent wine. 

I was really impressed with Elizabeth. Yes, she was totally hot, but she also seemed pretty sharp in the brain department. As the conversation rolled on I couldn't help notice how intellectually stimulating it was to talk to her. She was quick witted, she knew what was going on in the world, and she had firm and quite considered views on things. I wondered what on earth she was doing with a guy like Robert; I mean, he probably provided the finance to get her law firm started, but she seemed so switched on I doubt that she would have needed help from anyone. She certainly seemed a lot smarter than myself. Somehow that only made her seem all the more sexy.

Even nicer, whenever Elizabeth became animated during the discussion, she would grab my thigh, as if to emphasise her point. Gradually, as more and more wine was consumed, the more blatant it became. 

"David, I must ask you," she said, grabbing my thigh way up high. "What do you think of our new table?" 

I knew the table was the work of our firm, and even though I didn't think that much of it, I felt it deserved a bit of praise under the circumstances. Especially with the woman who posed the question ever so gently stroking her fingers across my inner thighs. The blood was pumping now; I was half way towards being fully hard. I was enjoying myself, no doubt about it. This was all quite titillating, and while she continued to rub her fingers on my leg, I decided it was time to get a little bold. I was feeling horny; she was making advances, and out of the corner of my eye her legs just looked so delectable.

"Well," I said in response to the table question, "I think it's quite a unique design, not like anything I've seen at any of the major retailers. Very contemporary. It's quite stylish. Where'd you get it?" I asked, letting my hand fall onto her thigh as I spoke, as if to emphasise my question. 

She glanced across at me and smiled. I left my hand where it was. Her skin was warm, soft, the sculpted, toned shape of her thigh registering strongly through the nerve endings in my fingers as my cock suddenly surged to full erect. Damn, she was sexy! I let my fingers wander a little, dancing across her silky skin, midway up her inner thigh.

"Well," she said, with an excited look on her face, which was only a few inches from mine as she leaned towards me, so close I could feel her hot breath, smell the perfume she was wearing, "actually," as her hand grabbed my thigh tightly, gently squeezing, way up close to my constrained hard on, "it came from the fine furniture makers at Robert Johnson and Company!" 

She let out a little giggle. God she had a sexy laugh. Robert chuckled too, but I was become less aware of his presence with each passing moment. 

As I took another slice of the excellent beef she'd prepared, I felt something graze against my leg. Then I felt it again -- unmistakably it was Elizabeth's naked foot. Now she had wrapped her foot around my ankle, and her toes were gently rubbing along the side of my leg. I felt my heart pumping as I glanced down at her waist. Sitting on the chair, her legs were opened, opened quite a lot, and I watched her thigh muscles clench as her foot caressed my leg. I glanced up at her and she gave me a kind of impish smile, as though she was doing some naughty, forbidden. 

She was still gently massaging my thigh with her fingers now, barely an inch away... Her foot was still wrapped around my ankle, gently moving in a slow, sensuous rhythm against my skin. I looked down at her thighs. Her legs were spread wide now. I didn't want to make it look obvious, but I could hardly turn away. I could almost see all the way up her dress. Under the table I could see her other leg, her foot still encased in that elegant high heel. Such a strangely erotic sight. 

"I didn't know we were in the furniture business," I said across the table to Robert. As I did I felt her leg open that little bit more, so that my hand slid higher. My fingers were right up close to her pussy now. Her skin felt even warmer. I could hardly help myself. I turned my hand and let my fingers curl, search out for her delicate folds. Oh, yes...

"Yeah, special job I got Peterson, one of the seniors, to knock up," said Johnson. "Not a bad effort, for an architect." 

I nodded, but I'd almost forgotten about the table as I continued to tickle her inner thigh with my fingers. She looked up at me, smiling radiantly. Then she pursed her lips and made a sexy little frown -- one of those classic sexy females expressions that basically translates into 'you are being naughty but oh it feels good!'. 

It certainly felt good from where I was sitting. And damn it, I could no longer help myself. I just had to feel her; I felt driven towards the source of her sexuality. Why we were carrying on the pretence of playing with each other surreptitiously, I didn't really understand, but nor did I care. Frankly, all this clandestine under-the-table stuff was just so sexy in itself, a real tease. But I was finished with the tease now. I was going to touch her right here, under the table. 

I moved my fingers further along her thigh. A watched in awe as she shifted in her chair, moving down the seat a little so that my finger could access her -- and all the while she carried on a conversation with Robert about work. 

I wiggled my finger, searching for her like a blind man. Soon I felt her warm, silky wet folds, her outer lips, against the tip of my finger. She was bare, shaved. She was naked under the dress. Oh God, what a sensation! My finger gently nudged against her opening, feeling the heat, the wetness. I rubbed my finger up and down her folds and noticed an ever so slight movement of her thighs against my touch as she sliced through a piece of broccoli and took it into her mouth. 

"You know," she said, almost in a languid sigh, "it's just so very nice just to sit back here and relax after the kind of week I've had." She declined to mention how having her husband's employee's finger gently rubbing up and down her wet pussy at the same time made her feel, but I'm sure it didn't need to be said. 

"We have got so much work right now," she continued, as I continued to move my soaking finger gently up and down her silky folds. "That's great, but it's a real struggle just to keep up. I've had to hire another solicitor just to manage the clients we've got right now."

She was carving into a slice of roast beef as she spoke, and I watched the way her slender fingers worked her cutlery. Her finger nails were perfectly manicured. She wore no jewelry other than a simple gold wedding ring. 

"Yes, we're pretty busy right now too," I said, battling now to retain composure, to hide the fact that I was starting to breathe heavily. "The building industry is in a bit of a boom and Robert's got us working pretty hard." 

"As it should be," he said. "I'm not paying people to laze around in sun decks all day."

"Oh Robert, can't you take your bosses' hat off for once?" she said with a giggle. "You're at home now and David is your guest, so behave."

He kind of gave a mock grumble and returned to his meal, as I continued to enjoy the sensation of his wife's sweet pussy wrapped around my finger.

"David," she said, turning to me, grabbing my thigh again, only this time much higher up. "I've heard you're working on an interesting project for Robert at the moment."

Yes, I thought to myself, as it happens I am working on an interesting project: that being your sweet little pussy... I moved my finger up and down a little more. I could feel she was getting even wetter. She just smiled at me, her hand rubbing my thigh now at the very top of my leg. 

"Yes, and he wants me to help you with the designs for your renovations." 

"Yes, he did mention that," she said, her voice becoming softer now, more sensual, slightly laboured. She releasing her hand for a moment. But only for a moment. I felt her hand settle on my lap. I felt her fingers searching, but it didn't take long to find it as a felt her little hand and fingers grasp around my rock hard member. 

"So what did you have in mind?" she asked sweetly, softly, giving my cock a little squeeze. Oh God, I felt the precum oozing out of the tip as she gripped me. I glanced at Robert. He wasn't saying anything. He was merely looking, looking down at the base of the table before us. He was watching as he held my cock in her hand. If he hadn't noticed what had been going on before, he did now. 

"Oh," I said, trying to remain composed. "Open up this area a little bit, perhaps do something with the kitchen." I was bullshitting, of course, but it was the subtext of the conversation, not the content, that mattered. My hand was inside her and she rubbed my cock, as her husband watched. 

"What about the bedroom, David? I think there is work that needs to be done there, don't you think?" She smiled sweetly into my eyes. "I think that's the one room in this house that's crying out for, ooh, a fresh injection of artistic creativity from a talented young guy like yourself." 

As a felt a surge of blood pump through my veins at the suggestiveness of what she had just said, I thought for a moment I was going to blow my load. But luckily she let go of me at that moment. But only, as I glanced down at my lap and saw what she was doing, so that she could unzip my fly. Oh God, she was fishing inside my trousers! She found what she was looking for. Her rather dexterous fingers soon slipped inside my underwear, and in a flash she had released my erection. It stood proud out in the open air, clearly on display, her hand now caressing the wet tip, massaging the sticky fluid around the tip. 

"Robert," she said, almost matter-of-fact, "I think we should show David the bedroom now, don't you think?" 

He just sat there staring, emitting a kind of grumble as he watched his wife work her hand over the tip of my cock. I didn't know what to do other than just sit there. My mind was in a kind of overheated state, but I knew that at least now the pretence was over. Robert's face was red; it looked like it was about to explode. Then suddenly he got to his feet. 

"No," he almost thundered in a deep, low voice. "No. I don't want this continue. I have changed my mind. David, you can leave now." 

Oh Jesus. Now I've done it. There goes my job, I thought, as I removed Elizabeth's hand and stuffed my member back in my pants. I made to get up but Elizabeth's hand was firmly on my shoulder, preventing me. 

"No David, you sit down," she said. "Robert, what is all this about? Hmm?"

He was almost shaking as he replied, in soft tones. 

"I just told you. I don't want this to happen," he said through clenched teeth. I just sat there, almost frozen, whether in fear or sheer incredulity, I did not know. All I knew was that this party was over - and I wanted to just get the hell out of there. 

"Robert, this was your idea, not mine," she said. Clearly she was annoyed. "I say, David stays." 

He emitted a kind of growl. It scared me. 

"David," he said softly, but with an undeniable power, "If you still want to have a job in the morning, I would advise you to leave now." 

I nodded. I could take a hint. Time to go. I tried to get up but Elizabeth wasn't having it. 

"No Robert. No," she said calmly. "You invited David here to fuck me, and that's exactly what he's going to do." 

Oh Christ, this was becoming a disaster. I wished she would just let me go. I felt like sinking under the table, just somehow escaping from this rapidly escalating nightmare. 

"And as for David's job security, Robert," she said, her voice now raised in anger, "might I remind you who actually owns the company?" 

Robert's face turned even redder. He took a while to answer.




The Boss's Wife Ch. 01



"Er, you do," he replied sheepishly. 

What? I felt like asking what the fuck was going on here, but I had simply gone dumb. This was scary; I felt like I had got myself into something that was way over my head. 

"Yes, that's right," Elizabeth continued. "And that means that David's job is safe, if I say it is. And as your employee -- OUR employee -- David has been given a job tonight, and he is here to perform that job. And he will, my darling, he will. Is that understood?" 

I was astonished at this sudden turn in events. Robert was now looking down at the floor. He looked like a beaten man. I could hardly believe what was happening. My boss was his wife? And she's telling him what to do? I'd never seen anyone stand up to that arsehole before, let alone in a situation like this. And what a situation! This was just plain unbelievable. 

"Robert," she continued," I said, is that understood!" 

An awful silence followed. Then his trembling mouth opened.

"Yes," he said meekly. 

"Good," she said. She turned to me, taking my hand and ushering me out of my seat. "David, I must apologise for husband's behaviour tonight; sometimes he can be a real arsehole. Come on, let's go to the bedroom." 

Robert got to his feet. 

"Er, can I watch?" he said, his body almost bent over in way that made him look humble. 

"No, you can't watch," she said curtly. "You have behaved badly towards your invited guest, and for that you can sit here and twiddle your thumbs, or whatever else you'd like to do, while David and I go and have some fun. Come on David." 

She got to her feet and grabbed my hand, hauling me out of the chair, almost dragging me away. Away to their bedroom. 

She closed the door behind us. She pushed me against the door and embraced me, her eyes wild as she grabbed my face and kissed me, ravaging my mouth with her tongue. I almost felt for a moment like I was being raped, because certainly my arousal had all but disappeared in the wake of the ugly scene that had just transpired. But her body against mine felt magnificent, her soft wet lips...

Soon she broke off the kiss. 

"Hey, hey honey, it's OK," she said. "You have nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Trust me, I'll explain later. But just fuck me -- please, fuck me!" 

She sat down on the bed, laying her back down in the pillows. She looked into my eyes as she spread her legs and lifted her dress up above her hips. Back arched, knees bent, legs apart; the fact that she was still wearing her heels only added to the searing sexuality of the feminine vision that lay before me. Her eyes seemed on fire as she looked into mine, as her hand strayed down between her legs to gently caress her clitoris. Oh God, the pure sexual essence of her was just astonishing. 

"Take your clothes off," she said. I did as I was told. 

My cock was half hard again. She stared at it, as it began to grow. As she slipped a finger inside and gently began to wiggle her hips in a circular motion. 

"Eat me." 

It was an invitation no man could refuse, and nor could I, despite the fact that my boss was in the room outside and seething in anger over the fact that I was about to fuck his wife. I tried not to think about Robert. I got down on my knees. I let my hands stray across her gorgeous silky thighs. I licked her. One delicate lick the length of her sweet pussy, till I reached her clit. She tasted better than I could ever have imagined. She began to moan, and I felt my mouth watering as I settled into a rhythm, licking her up and down, up and down. Her moans became louder, louder and louder as her hips bucked against my now soaked face. Soon she was literally screaming. I tried to put thoughts of Robert out of my mind as I literally fucked her with my tongue, but she was making so much noise that he must have been able to hear her screams from the dining room. 

"Oh God, Oh God that's Gooood! Oh yes, Oh yes, fuck me David. Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she howled. 

No further invitation was needed. I was rock hard, my heart was pounding, thumping with pure lust that permeated my entire being. I lay down upon her, feeling the soft skin, her perfect figure, her tits, all of it against my naked skin. I kissed her, thrusting my tongue down her throat as she responded, moaning as she did, her hand reaching down to grab my cock and guide it into her hole. It slipped straight inside. She was so totally wet and open. With one or two thrusts I was completely inside her as her legs clasped firmly around mine, beckoning me. Oh God, she felt so good! 

She started screaming as I began to fuck her, gently at first, but she was so damn hot I just couldn't help myself. I just couldn't stop; I felt as if powered by a volcanic force as I rammed her, as she thrust back at me even harder. I fucked her, fucked her so hard I thought for a moment I would pass out. She screamed. 

"YES, Oh yes, fuck me David, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME. OH OH OH!"

Her head flung back on the pillow as she wailed in delight. The sheer visceral energy of her orgasm just tipped me right over the edge. I felt the sensations rising as I thrust into her, our sweating bodies grinding against one another. I was going to cum, and she could see it in my eyes. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, cum, oh you cum, cum for David, cum inside me, cum inside me!"

It was too much. I felt the wave rising, that moment of almost suspended animation that seems to linger forever when you're about to shoot an enormous load. And then I did, blasting inside her, spasm after spasm as her muscles gripped me tightly, milking me, her thighs all the while trapping my body against hers drawing me inside her. It seemed to go on forever. She screamed, screamed in delight, but it seemed to come from such a depth within her being that anyone hearing it could easily have thought she was being attacked. Soon my own orgasm subsided. My body began to relax as a slumped down on top of her. She was kissing me, but I felt my consciousness fading, my awareness extending only to the soft moans from her lips, and the feeling of her soft lips on mine, the sweat of our two bodies, the sensation of my cock still spasming, still unloading the last remnants of my seed inside her. 

I must have fallen asleep. 

I woke up some time later. Something inside me said that I ought to be gone from here, even though all I really wanted to do was curl up against her and go to sleep. I got up and got dressed. She didn't stir. 

Quietly I crept out of the room. I made my way through the living room, my foggy mind retaining enough consciousness to caution myself that Robert might be there. As I made my way to the door I saw him, slumped on the couch, naked, his hand on his flaccid cock, a large pool of cum splattered across his fat, white stomach. Mercifully, he was asleep. I quietly closed the door behind me and walked out into the cold night air. 



The Boss's Wife Ch. 02



I had the solitude of an entire weekend to contemplate what was the weirdest sexual experience of my life. Just what the fuck was that all about? It was strange enough that the boss from hell had invited me into his own home for the purposes of fucking his wife, but then when he gets cold feet over the idea she just stands over him and takes charge, virtually ordering me as HER employee to join her in the bedroom. Weird. 

I remember her saying I had nothing to worry about. Oh yeah, sure. I was almost certain I was going to lose my job over this, or at the very least -- if she really did own the company and could overrule her husband - my working life was henceforth going to be a living hell. Robert would make sure of it. But then working for that arsehole was a kind of living hell at the best of times -- how much worse could it be? No, chances were, I was now going to be looking for a job once again. Never mind, I thought to myself, if that was the case, then it was worth it. It was worth it losing my job through fucking that sweet, sexy wife of his. Worth it, too, just to have gotten one back on that evil arsehole of an employer. To have fucked his wife and made him so fucking pissed off in the process. And it wasn't as though I had any choices in the matter -- if I'd refused the invitation in the first place he'd probably had sacked me anyway: with that guy, you simply don't refuse, you just do as you are told. No, my conscience was clear. Losing this job, if it came to that, for once wasn't my doing. And I had got to fuck the boss's wife in the process. 

But I hadn't lost my job at all. I turned up for work on Monday morning to continue doing my work, which I did as if it were a normal day, but the call into Robert's office never came. I didn't even see the old bastard until late in the day when he came into my office to discuss a future apartment project. He was his usual churlish self. I took his typically unpleasant demeanour as a good sign. 

"We've got a new contract to do the Errington apartments," he said. "It's a resto job on an old art-deco block, in case you didn't know." I nodded. "John and Mark (they were two of the senior guys) are gonna need some help on it, and you're gonna do it. OK?" I nodded again. "It's brief so simple that even you can understand: just do what they fucking tell you, and don't fuck it up."

"OK," I said, "sounds good." 

"Good," he said, turning to leave the room. He was half way to the door when he stopped. 

"Oh, David, are you free on Wednesday night?" 

"Er, yes, I have no plans," I said, suddenly feeling oddly apprehensive. 

"Good. My wife wants to invite you round for dinner. Be there at six." 

With that he left the room.

He was out the door and gone before I even had a chance to respond. I almost fell off my chair. Not only was I not sacked, but here he is inviting me round to his house again! No, his wife has invited me round. Meaning, no doubt, that she was looking for a sequel of the events of Friday night. Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on with those two? This is all going to happen AGAIN? I just sat there, my mind in a complete fog. I felt like I was involved in something way over my head. I had seen the anger, the humiliation in his eyes on Friday night when she stood up to him and told him that yes, I was going to fuck her whether he liked it or not. And clearly, he did not like it. But then I remember seeing his pathetic naked form as I crept out of their house, his cock in his hand and cum all over his body. He had jerked himself off while I fucked his wife. How traumatic had it really been for him? No, actually, he had enjoyed it. He must have. And here he was, acting completely normally (ie: being his normal arsehole self) and asking me around to his house once more. She was forcing him to be cuckolded and he seemed to be going right along with it, seemed to be enjoying it. And again, what else could I do? The initial invitation had been framed as an order, so presumably the second 'dinner' invite was no different. In any case, I didn't refuse, and it wasn't as though he hung around long enough for me to accept or refuse - and to refuse him now would be all the grounds he would need to take it out on me. Or would she be the one to take it out on me if I'd said no? She said that she owned half the company, and she was virtually ordering me to sleep with her, virtually on the basis of being her employee.

Whatever the fuck was going on here, the one undeniable fact was that she was fucking hot. If I hadn't dreamed of her, of that weird liaison, every night since that Friday night when I fucked her, I had certainly used the mental imagery of it jerk myself off to a blissful sleep. Yes, I wanted to fuck her again, to feel that perfect body of hers again writhing under mine, her smooth, silky skin, her firm tits, her pelvis thrusting against mine, engulfing me, her sweet cries of ecstasy. I wanted that, no matter who she was, or who her husband was. 

But I also wanted some answers. Just what the fuck was going on here? This was all a bit too bizarre for me. And what did it mean, when she had said that I had 'nothing to worry about'. I was torn between the deep desire I had to have her again, and the anger I felt at being somehow used, or at the very least being kept in the dark. I wanted answers.

Through Tuesday and Wednesday I hardly saw my boss. He had been in meetings most of the time with the Errington owners; clearly, this was a big and complex job. Irrespective of the perplexing matter between Robert, his wife and myself, I was pleased to be working on this job -- exactly the kind of work I liked.

I left for Robert's straight from work on Wednesday afternoon, no time to go home and get changed as I worked away on the Errington job. I arrived at their house on time, in nervous anticipation of whatever was to come. I felt, well, on the one hand I felt like some kind of a stud; on a physical level I was, well, really, more or less being employed on the basis of my sexual capacity, as weird as that seemed. But I also was worried. Worried as to the nature of the situation; that I was getting myself caught up in some kind of power struggle between my boss and his wife. Or my two employers. Jesus, this was so fucked up. All I knew was that somehow this was not going to end well. But I didn't seem to have much choice in the matter, not if I wanted to keep my job. Oh well, I reasoned, whatever my reservations, on the other side of that door is the hottest chick I had ever seen, waiting for me.

I rang the door bell. I heard the footsteps inside as someone came to the front door. It opened, and there stood Elizabeth. My God, she looked hot. She was wearing an elegant black knee-length evening gown, with black high heels, and with a simple pearl necklace draped around her neck. She looked dressed as if she was off to some kind of ritzy cocktail party. She smiled radiantly, her lovely eyes peering deeply, warmly, into mine. I smiled back as my cock stirred in my trousers. She ushered me inside. 

"Nice to see you again David," she smiled before embracing me in a light hug. Then she kissed me, her lips making an 'mmmm' sound as she did, her tongue briefly invading my mouth in a kiss that probably didn't last more than four of five seconds. "Come inside sweetheart," she said, giving me one last peck on the lips. She took me by the hand and led me into the living room. 

Robert was on the couch, talking on the phone. By the amount of times he used phrases like 'stupid cunts' and 'what the fuck were they thinking?', I had a fair idea he was talking to someone at work. When he saw me he nodded an acknowledgment of my presence before resuming his telephone conversation, as his wife led me by the hand into the kitchen. 

"There's some kind of trouble at the office," she said by way of explanation of her husband's rantings on the phone, as she offered me a glass of wine. In the light of the kitchen, I noticed that the material of her gown was rather transparent. The light of the oven virtually x-rayed the material, so that her long slender legs were clearly accessible to my devouring eyes. She looked so sexy, so elegant. I was quickly getting hard. My mouth was watering as I thought about the touch of her silky skin, and that soon I might be...

"Um, there is a bit of a problem at the office," Robert said, having suddenly appeared at the kitchen entrance. "Bloody idiots, I need to go and sort it out. Just start without me; I shouldn't be more than an hour or so." 

"Alright honey," she said. "David will keep me entertained till then." 

With that, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. 

I helped her bring the food, a simple Italian pasta dish, to the table. She left Robert's plate on the kitchen bench. We took our places at the table as Elizabeth refilled my wine. I had drunk the whole glass she had poured only minutes earlier. Yes, I was feeling nervous, but a little bit more at ease now that Robert was out of the house. 

"Well, this is nice," she giggled, as we tucked into our meals. We ate in an almost uneasy silence for a few minutes as I tried to conjure up the right words to say. To quiz her as to what the fuck was going on here in as diplomatic a way as possible. Every now and then we would glance up at one another, grinning. It was odd: stilted, yet comfortable and familiar. It was she who spoke first. 

"You know David, you're the first man I've made love to since Robert and I were married."

"Is that so?" I said, before thinking what a banal thing it was to have said. But what else does one say in such situations? "So, um, obviously this isn't something you've tried before." 

"No," she said, "we've thought about it, but..."

"So, er, why then," I said. "I mean, was it your idea or Robert's?"

"Both, actually. I said I would explain, and you certainly deserve an explanation given the circumstances. The idea was mutual, although our motivation personally was different. For me, it's simple. I've got a high sex drive, and frankly, on a pure sexual level one man too often just isn't enough for me. Robert's not getting any younger, and it stands to reason that he's not going to be able to perform as well as, say, a younger man like yourself.

"We thought about looking for someone on those adult personal websites -- in fact we tried it, but the few guys we did meet just weren't my type. Then, almost as a joke, I came up with the idea of someone from Robert's work." 

"And he thought that was a good idea?" 

"Yes, he did." 

"Elizabeth, that's what I can't understand. He is such a tyrant, he treats us like complete fools. You have no idea what it's like to work for him. The way that he is, I cannot believe that if he wanted to involve someone else, that he would want one of his employees to have sex with his wife. It just doesn't make sense. I also cannot see what someone as young and attractive -- and intelligent -- as yourself could possibly find attractive in a guy like that. I'm sorry, but..."

She cut me off. 

"David, before you slander Robert too much, you should know that yes, I do love my husband. I know he's a tyrant, although not with me he isn't. Well, most of the time he isn't. 

"I love Robert, and there is nothing wrong with our relationship. If you're asking what I see in him, I don't know that I can even answer that. Maybe it's a case of opposites attract, maybe it's the fact that I have a soft spot for strong, dominant men; maybe it's just that indefinable thing -- I mean, who can properly explain love? 

"What you need to understand about Robert is that his father was a bully, just like he is. That's the way Robert was raised. Yes, he rules by fear at work, mostly because that's the only way he knows how to deal with people, especially people who work for him. It's just the way he is, it's his upbringing, and he himself is aware of it. It doesn't necessarily make him a bad person. 

"But that dynamic, from his perspective, is also what this is about. Robert feels the burden of playing the strong leader very acutely. Often with me he becomes quite submissive. Once we started to talk about the possibility of inviting someone else into our sex lives, he began to fantasise about that person being one of his employees -- the ultimate humiliation for an alpha male, if I can use that term, such as himself. The more we both fantasised about one of his employees, inevitably it moved closer towards becoming a reality. Then, one day when I was in the office on business, I took a bit of a look around -- at his staff. And yes, there were quite a few cute young guys there, including you. In the end, we both narrowed it down to you. There was one other guy there I thought was quite hot, I think he actually works in your section. Yeah, he looked really cute, but he seemed a bit too full of himself. And anyway, I liked your smile. So we chose you. We also chose you because Robert knew that this job was of great importance to you, and therefore you were less likely than some to refuse or to tell anyone. One thing neither of is wanted was an office scandal. I mean, actually, neither of us, Robert or myself, really cares what anyone thinks of us, or what we do -- believe it or not, we're both quite liberal in the way we think and live -- but Robert doesn't really want the rest of the office to know anything about this."

"So he gets off on being humiliated?" I said, rather bewildered at what she was telling me. 

"It's a lot more complex than that, but in simple terms, yes. You might have noticed that the other night. Because in fact, it was all planned -- his 'decision' to back out, my standing over him telling him you were my employee as much as his, all of that was acting. We planned the whole thing out in advance, to maximise the sense of humiliation Robert would feel knowing that his own employee believed that his boss was being cuckolded in the most crushing, humiliating way possible. The only thing that didn't go to plan was when Robert jerked himself off before he had the chance to come and fuck me after you'd gone -- remember that I said one man isn't enough for me?" 

"Well, you seemed to enjoy it pretty much from what I could remember," I said, amazed at this revelation but also a little hurt at the suggestion that I hadn't satisfied her.

"Well," she laughed," that was a bit of an act too. All that yelling and screaming, all that 'Oh yes, Oh yes, fuck me David. Fuck me! Fuck me now!' I was just making sure that Robert could hear me. You know, to maximise the experience for him.

"But hey, it was good, don't worry about that. I loved it -- and when you fucked me, when you came inside me, that was real, oh yeah, I wasn't faking it then." 

The slightly glazed look in her eye told me that she was telling the truth. She was deep aura of lust in her gaze across the table. 

"So, for Robert it's just about being humiliated, and for you it's just about having more than one guy." 

"Well yes, but there's more to it than that. I'm the opposite of Robert. He rules his employees with an iron fist, whereas I find ordering people to do things a real problem. I'm really just an old softy; I find it a real burden, especially when I need to discipline the staff. So in a weird kind of way, ordering him around -- and you even -- I find that quite exciting. I find it somehow quite horny to imagine that you're my employee and I'm ordering you to fuck me." 

"Hmm," I said. "This is all a little bit weird."

"Weird, maybe, but it's a weird world, David. I work in the law, and believe me, when it comes to weirdness, this little scenario of ours has got nothing on the adventures of the freaks and misfits that I have to deal with on a daily basis. 

"And as for you fucking me," she continued, the tone of her voice softening a little, "as an employee of the firm, that is exactly what you will be doing very, very soon. In a little while that cock of yours will be inside me again. You will be fucking me, David, and Robert will come home and he will catch us at it. And you will just ignore him, and you will continue to fuck me as hard and as passionately as you possibly can."

She was staring intently at me from across the table. I watched in fascination the way her breasts, naked under that elegant cocktail dress, gently heaved up and down under her breath. Her nipples were hard, clearly visible. She was breathing heavily. Her face was slightly flushed. Clearly she was getting aroused, and watching her in that state was having the same effect on me. 

"So," I said, "does it turn you on like this? I mean, ordering me around? Ordering me to fuck you? And letting your husband see it happen?"

"Yes," she said, breathlessly. "Yes, it does. I didn't think it would, but it does, tremendously. Earlier this afternoon, I was thinking to myself, in a few hours you'll be here, my own personal fuck toy. I liked that idea.

"And you David, were you to be given the choice, do you want me? I know you're younger than me, and I'm not 18 anymore, but I think I still look pretty good." 

I mused over that for a moment. What is it with some women? Even some of the most stunning looking girls get it into their heads that they're not attractive -- too old, too fat, tits too small, whatever. And here she was, one of the hottest looking girls I'd ever seen, and wondering if I found her attractive. 

"Elizabeth, you have got to be joking. You are simply hot, one of the sexiest, classiest women I've ever laid eyes on. Any man who saw you would think about what it would be like to fuck you." 

"Good," she giggled. 

Then she stood up. 

"Do you like my dress?" she said, smoothing the material down along her slender waist and hips, as if to show it off. "Robert bought it especially for me for tonight."

"Yes. Your husband has good taste. It's sexy, it's classy. You look fantastic. I especially like the fact that it is almost transparent in the light."

"Is it? I've not noticed."

"Yes it is. Delightfully so. I was checking you out in the kitchen earlier. It was making me hard." 

She walked over to the window. It still wasn't dark yet. She opened the blinds and stood in front of the light. 

"Like this? Is it see-through like this?" she smiled at me, playfully, as she posed against the light from the window, standing there, legs spread slightly apart.

I sat there looking at her perfect form, looking her up and down as she posed for me. The light was piercing through the sheer material. The effect was dramatic. I could clearly make out the visual outline of her shapely legs under the dress. 

"Yes, I can see everything." 

She giggled. I was really beginning to enjoy myself, this delicious little exchange. My cock was growing ever hard. My God, she looked just so sexy, legs apart, the sunlight through the window highlighting her form under the dress. 

"You should be careful wearing that dress in public," I said. "No telling what might happen to you. I just wish I had my camera here -- if I took a shot with the flash, I think it would x-ray that flimsy little dress and then I'd see your naked tits underneath.

"Is that right? Well, you must bring your camera next time," she teased, giggling again.

"Does your husband take pictures of you? I saw that yoga photograph of you on the wall. It's stunning."

"Yes, I like that shot too. And I enjoyed posing for it; it was a lot of fun. Robert hired a professional photographer especially. And yes, sometimes Robert does take photos of me."

"Naked?"

"Sometimes."

"What about when he's fucking you?" 

"Yes, sometimes."

"Mmm, I'd like to see those pictures." 

"Well," she giggled, "maybe you will one day. Maybe I can show you the 'family album'," she laughed. 

"I'd like to add a few pictures of my own to that album," I said. God, this was so horny, this casual banter about porno pics of her. 




The Boss's Wife Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Incredible to Sharing -- The Hook

As the relationship developed into a shared desire to have as much sex as possible and live out her fantasies, I set the stage to protect myself from any difficulty should there be a falling out. As it turns out, she didn't need much convincing. This is a true story and its mine. 

*

"I'm yours now. You own me to use as you wish for whatever or with whom ever you wish. Only one other has ever had my ass before you, but it was a long time ago, long before I met Greg and when I wasn't old enough to know any better. Now, it's for you to use!"

That's what she had said as she fell asleep curled up next to me. I had just experienced the most amazingly wanton woman in my life -- she clearly craved sex. She had fucked with wild abandon and wanted as much of it as she could take. I had heard about women like that, but never had the pleasure of meeting one. 

The danger was obvious. She was my boss and another man's wife. I wasn't sure I should care. Obviously she didn't. But I had to be cautious and make sure I had enough information and documentation so she wouldn't use any of what we might do against me.

As I laid there I formulated a plan that would accomplish what she wanted: to widen her sexual experiences and live out her fantasies; and one that would provide me with incontrovertible evidence to use against her should I need to. It was a cold approach but I have always been prepared for the worst and happy when it doesn't happen. It's called survival.

I decided I needed to arrange for some adventures for Gail that escalated to ever more daring exploits. I could start with some pictures of her outdoors completely nude, or exhibiting herself in a public place, or even having sex; then progress to group sex with, shall I say, 'socially unacceptable' people I had grown up with in New York; and then an all out gang bang which I was sure she would enjoy. I had friends with connections in the pleasure and entertainment business that could provide actors to keep her sexually motivated and feed her desire for hard and fast and often. And I had recently purchased a bunch of electronics, much of which I installed at my place, to provide undeniable evidence of the debauchery she clearly wanted to experience - voluntarily. 

As I fell asleep I counted my luck at having the opportunity for incredible sex and the means to guarantee its availability.

I was awakened by Gail's sucking my dick with relish. I thought -- might as well start her journey now.

"Have you ever considered having sex in front of other people - some of whom might even participate?"

She took my dick out of her mouth, licked the tip and looked up at me. 

"You mean like swinging or group sex? I suppose that would be the next step after being nude in public! I mean, think about it, once they have seen everything what the hell is the difference? I have often thought about how interesting it would be but never had a partner that was willing. Why? Have you ever done that?"

"In my travels I have collected all sorts of people, some more free sexually than others but all pretty open about it. And yes, I have played in group situations quite a bit with various partners -- some private homes and some swing clubs. I think you might really enjoy the experience and I would be happy to introduce you to that lifestyle when you are properly motivated."

"You mean by motivated that I just had, or want, my brains fucked out? I'm ready now."

"You could take it like that but, no, that's not what I meant. That lifestyle has rules and social codes that are there to protect the participants -- not only physically but emotionally as well. The idea of physically sharing your wife, husband or significant with another person is not something anyone ever taught you is acceptable. A lot of people wash out of the encounters because they have difficulty adjusting to that social code and rules. Some wash out because they conclude they were doing it for the wrong reason. Some quit because the initial purpose they wanted to experience didn't have the effect they thought."

"I'm not sure what you mean by "didn't have the effect they thought".

"It's true that many just want to fuck their brains out or live repressed fantasies, but it's surprising how many couples enter the lifestyle to experience new sex partners, or just to watch other people having sex, in order to share their sexual appetites or spice up their own sex. It takes very secure relationships and extremely mature people to accomplish that. A lot of the time it ends badly with fights, cheating, or total breakups."

"Cheating? -- That's bullshit -- what the hell do they think is going on when someone else's dick is in their wife -- or whatever?"

"You're scripted -- it's a different social rule. Let me give you an example. A husband and wife go to a party knowing there will be swapping or whatever. Husband watches wife fucked by three other men and then his wife watches him fucked by three other women. That's not cheating -- it's acceptable because they both know about it, and consented to it beforehand. No surprises or secrets. Two days later the woman hooks up with one of the guys that fucked her at the party at a hotel room at 2 in the afternoon and they have a little private party. That's cheating because the other spouses didn't know or consent to it."

"Oh I get it! If the spouse knows it isn't cheating or if the spouse doesn't know it is. I can see that -- cool. So what I am doing is cheating because Greg doesn't know I'm sucking on this lovely dick of yours! Give me another rule."

"Ok. "No" really means know "no". At a party, regardless of how dressed or undressed everyone is, if you want to touch someone or even get into their personal space, you have to ask permission. If you want to do 'anything' you have to ask the person their permission. If the answer is yes, you limit yourself to what you asked for, don't escalate to anything else without permission or some sign of unmistakable encouragement. If the answer is 'no', then that's the end of it. I have seen people and couples expelled because they broke that cardinal rule."

"That's a great safety net then?"

"Yes it is and it seems to get everyone to relax into the relationships and stress less about the immediate sexual gratification. Late night or over night ones can get pretty intense but the people there are usually the ones in the lifestyle for a long time and who know each other very well. Many party privately in between events."

"Can someone go just to watch others and stay fully dressed?"

"Newbies often do for their first party. They lock into their voyeur side. It's internal and doesn't implicate anyone else. If they handle that then often they go on to being undressed and even having sex in public with their partner. Much later they may get into sharing."

"I think I would like to try some of that."

"I was pretty sure you would as part of living out your fantasies. But let's try to reduce your inhibitions some more before we enter that lifestyle. Being comfortable about being publicly naked and being sexual in front of, or with, total strangers is different. That ease about public sex is an important part of the comfort level at a gathering."

She laughed. "That's a joke - I don't have many inhibitions."

"I think you have a couple. Like how about public sex?"

"I've been naked around people before -- remember the spa?"

"Sure - but that's a controlled environment. How about fucking at a park or at the beach or even in a parking lot in broad daylight?"

She looked at me for a long moment trying to decide if I was serious. 

"Are you kidding? People get arrested for that."

Now it was my turn to chuckle. 

"See what I mean? Isn't that the challenge and perhaps the thrill? People have sex in public to either get the excitement from the chance they will be caught or because they are just plain exhibitionists and want people to watch. Either way they get off on it and that's the point of it. "

"That not only sounds wicked but it sounds like a dare. Careful, I may call you on it!"

"You can take it any way you wish -- but the fact of the matter is I think you should try it a couple of times to get used to the idea and see how you like it."

"OK!"

"OK? That's it? No fuss? Just OK?"

"You know I'm game for almost anything that doesn't involve pain, embarrassment of my family or results in a divorce. I'm not sure about the public sex but why not some flashing -- as long as it's somewhere that people don't know me or you!"

"How do you feel about my memorializing it with a camera?" .

"Depends where the pictures or whatever end up. I want all the copies and the negatives. I trust you but I know what a rogue you can be!"

"Ok." I said almost immediately.

"OK? That's it? No fuss? No argument? No pleading? Just OK?"

"Hey, this is for you - not me -- so sure. You want it a little kinky. It'll be cool to take some pictures and then view them later on and they are yours to take home or destroy. What do you think."

"If it's really a lot of fun, and they come out really good, maybe you can just fuck the shit out of me afterwards."

"Sounds like a dare or a plan -- not sure which."

"Nope -- it's a promise! That'll be for you and me baby -- just uninhibited wild and physical sex-till-you-drop!"

And so, with almost no effort, I had set the hook because I had something she didn't know about. When downloading my digital camera -- my computer is set to make two copies simultaneously -- one on the local computer and one on the redundant computer hidden away in the closet.

"So when are we going on this little adventure. A girl has to get prepared. I need to shop for just the right thing not to wear!"

"Let's set it for the conference we have next week. Greg will be up the coast and we can make the meeting into our little getaway. We'll be gone the entire time anyway!"

"I like that idea. We'll take your SUV and enjoy the ride."

"Good idea. In the meantime I can get my camera gear ready. When we get back we can download them here and see how they all turned out. We could practice a little on the trip out as well."

"Practice? How's this gonna work?"

"Well, it's simple. You do the flashing, I take the pictures, we share them and have some fun."

"Oh I get it -- OK I'm in! But you have me worked up over the thought of it all. So come here stud -- moma needs some of your big dick!" 

She reached over and grabbed my cock with both hands. I was hard in about two seconds. I reached over and was amazed to find her pussy was soaked. When I touched her clit she jumped and when I stuck two fingers in she groaned.

"I am so ready and so apparently are you!" S

he sat up, straddled me cowgirl style and literally plunged me into her. She rode me hard then, taking my dick as far as it could go and almost all the way out. Over and over she pounded herself until she couldn't hold off any longer and came. I could feel her juices leak out around my dick and soak me and the bed. She must have cum a gallon. 

"Nice -- real nice. Never thought that a little imagination could get me excited, but I guess I'm a little more ready than I thought" she said through her breathlessness as she rolled off. She bent over and sucked me back and down into her throat and worked my balls and dick in with her tongue and throat muscles. Fucking amazing feeling. Satisfied I was hard enough and lubed enough, she flipped around, spread her cheeks and backed her ass onto my waiting cock. She rode me again -- with even more abandon. I didn't last very long. As I came in her ass she hollered out her own orgasm.

"A girl could get used to this" she said with that Cheshire cat smile. "Shit, I gotta get cleaned up and get home. Can I use your shower or do I need to go to the gym?"

"Bathroom is clean and there a fresh towels in the closet. Help yourself."

"I love a guy that's prepared" and off she went. 

She didn't take long and came out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready. Without as much as a goodbye she was out the door.

To be continued...



The Boss's Wife Ch. 03



What a night, what an experience. I could hardly believe what had happened. I sat there at my desk the following morning replaying the events of last night in my mind. Just thinking about it was giving me a hard on. Even the mental image of my boss licking my cum off his wife's body, even that bizarre spectacle I found a total turn on. My God, he had actually done that! 

Then the phone rang. 

"Hi David, how are you this morning?" 

It was Elizabeth. 

"Very good," I said. "Very good indeed. And how are you?" 

"Real good. Between you and my husband, you have made me so sore I can hardly walk!" 

"Well, I suppose I should take that as a compliment," I said. The sound of her voice alone was making me hard. 

"Yes, you should take it as a compliment," she giggled. "And thank you, thank you very much for last night. It was wonderful." 

"I think I should say the same." 

"God David, I'm so sore, but I'm feeling so horny! I just keep thinking about last night and it's making me so wet!" 

"Yes, so am I, and it's making me hard. That was an amazing experience." 

"Yes, it was. And it's going to happen again. This is not over yet." 

"Good," I said. "I look forward to it." 

"So, what are you looking forward to?" 

The teasing inflection in her voice was just so titillating. 

"Fucking you, my sexy little babe. Fucking you again." 

"Oh yes," she said. "I want to do it again!" 

"David," she continued, "I want to ask you something: do you think I'm a slut?" 

I wondered where she was going with this. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. Best to err on the side of caution. 

"No, of course not. But you are very sexy." 

"Hmm," she said. "But I don't mind if you think of me as a slut. I don't mind even if you call me a slut. I don't mind at all." 

"You are very sexy, a real hot babe," I said. "And you're also such a little slut."

"Ooohh, am I?" I heard her purring over the line. Yep, I thought that's what she wanted to hear.

"Oh yes," I continued, "such a dirty little slut to let her employee fuck her and make her husband watch. That's so slutty." 

"Oohh, yes, it is, isn't it? Ooh, I'm such a slut for doing that, making my husband watch you fuck me. I think I almost should be punished for being so bad. Don't you think so?" 

"Yes, you probably should," I said, my hand now wrapped around my cock. "You deserve to be punished. You shouldn't treat your employee like a fuck toy – only a filthy slut would do that." 

"Oooh yes, I know, I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. Your cock is just so good, David!" 

"Well, my little slut, if it's so good, I think you should suck it, don't you? Hmm? That's what a slut would do, Elizabeth." 

"Oooohhh, yes," she moaned. "Oooh yes, you are right." God, it sounded like she was about to cum. The strength of her arousal only emboldened me further. I was feeling powerfully horny. 

"Yes, you know I am right, Elizabeth. You are a dirty slut, and sluts belong on their knees giving head. And I'm sure you've imagined what that would be like, to have my cock in your mouth, hmm?" 

"Ooh yes, oohh yes I have." 

"And how it would feel, you know, when I cum, when I blast my cum inside your mouth." 

"Ooh yes, oohh yes, ooh God that's so hot!" 

And I will take a photograph of you doing it, my cum splattered all over your pretty face and mouth." 

"Ooohhhh, David! 

"Yes, and I will show it to people, just to show what a hot little slut you are – maybe even post it on the internet so the whole world can see, and men around the world can jerk off to the sight of your pretty slut face stuffed full of my cock." 

"Ooohhhh, ooohhhh, oh my God David!!" 

She was cumming, no doubt about it. I said nothing while she moaned and squealed over the phone. I sat there listening to her sexy voice while I rubbed my rock-hard cock. Soon she was back on the line. 

"Oh David, I just made myself cum - again. That's the third time this morning!" 

"Good," I said. 

Then I heard the door of my office open. It was Robert. 

"Um, Robert's just walked in. We can talk about this later," I said, trying to make it sound like a business call – although why carry on the pretense I wasn't quite sure. 

"OK sweety," she said as she hung up. 

"Morning Robert," I said. 

"Morning," he grunted. 

"Did you have a nice night," I said, before immediately wondering whether or not I should have said anything that even remotely referred to the events of the previous evening. 

"Hmm," he said, stiffening, the lines on his forehead tightening in that familiar way I had seen before when the guy is about to blow his stack. Yep, should have kept my mouth shut. "Yes, I did have a pleasant evening, if you're asking. But might I remind you that you are here to work, not to discuss anything that might happen after hours. You are here to WORK! That is all. Is that fucking clear?"

"Yes, boss," I said, cowering slightly under his sheer thunderous fury. Man, he could be scary!

"Good. Now, I want to see where you're up to with the Errington job." 

I pulled up the drawings on my screen. He looked over my shoulder, studying it. I braced myself for the inevitable critical assault. 

"Hmm," he said. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Keep going with that."

And then he was gone. 'Not bad'. That was closest thing to praising my work that he had ever come. Hmm, I thought to myself, he really must have had a good night after I'd left...

I sat there for a while, now unable to concentrate on my work at all. This situation was getting weirder all the time. That little exchange with Robert showed me pretty clearly that there was a clear line of demarcation between what happened here at work and what happened between himself, his wife and myself after hours. I found that hard to really understand, how he could totally switch from pathetic cuckolded husband to tyrannical boss from one night to the next day, but I figured it at least made things less complicated. I at least knew how to act when I was at work. And I still hadn't lost my job. 

But what about Elizabeth? She seemed in her own way as much of a head case as he was. Here she was, getting off on the idea of me being her personal employed fuck toy, and then orgasming over the phone as I called her a slut and that she should be sucking my cock – an 'intimacy', she had said, quite firmly from my memory, that she reserved for her husband alone. What the fuck is going on in her head? 

I was even surprised at myself, at what I had said over the phone. That little phone chat was so sexy, but how did I even know that that kind of slut talk was going to get her off? I didn't, but the conversation just seemed to take on a life all its own. What was I thinking telling her over the phone that she should be sucking my cock, when she'd already told me that she wouldn't do that, and then telling her that I'd post pictures of her on the internet? That's probably put the kybosh on her letting me take any pictures of her now – she'd be worried that I'd show the world. But then wasn't she kind of in control of me? I mean, if I wanted to keep my job, I had to do and act as I was told. I was being quite aggressive with her over the phone – maybe I felt a little put out that she'd sent me home so dismissively, like a tradesmen who had completed a task, after I had come on her face, in fact. It did offend me just a little bit, I had to admit. But then over the phone she was totally getting off on the whole idea of letting others see a picture of her sucking my dick. She had gotten totally off on that. And I had made a girl cum just by talking to her over the phone. That was a first for me. 

Well, I thought, whatever. There didn't seem much point in thinking too deeply about all of this, because there were too many things that just didn't add up, didn't make sense. But it did seem as though I was now somehow on a good thing, perhaps also locked into a very weird situation, but one in which I was getting to fuck the sexiest girl I had ever met. And 'it's not over yet', she had said. So we would be meeting again – but what exactly did 'not over yet' mean? Saying something like that seemed to suggest a logical conclusion to this situation, but logic was something that I could hardly imagine could be applied here. None of this was normal or logical. What did she mean? 

No, there was no point in continuing to mull all this over. There were no answers that I could see. All I could do was go along and enjoy the ride, and so far the ride had been exhilarating. 

Nothing much happened over the next week. I was almost disappointed that I hadn't received another 'dinner' invite. 

No matter, I had a date for the weekend with Sarah. She and I had been seeing each other on and off for a few months, but it was a very casual arrangement. "Fuck buddies" was the term she used. She'd just come out of a fairly nasty relationship, but, as she put it to me, she still had needs every now and then. She certainly does, I mused to myself as I thought of the last time we'd been together – the girl has a bit of a thing for sex in public, and we had a wonderful time together in a bus stop shelter late one night. As for me, it suited me fine. I wasn't interested in anything serious after my last relationship, and in any case I'd decided not to bother too much with women while I tried to get my career back on track. Neither of us expected anything to develop out of it; it was just convenient and welcome distraction for both of us at the time. Of course, over the past week I hadn't had much need to think about Sarah, but when she called, and I had nothing else planned, I thought, why not? Why not indeed. 

Friday night we hooked up at the local for drinks and a pub meal. After that it would be back to my place or her place, or some other place out in the open somewhere if it took her fancy. 

"Hi David," she said as she arrived in the bar, giving me a peck on the cheek. "How's tricks." 

"Oh yeah," I said. "Not bad. My boss is still an arsehole, although the other day I met his wife and she's hot. Can't imagine what she sees in him." Probably shouldn't have even mentioned Elizabeth, I suddenly thought to myself, but I certainly wasn't going to take the conversation much further than that. 

"Yeah, it's hard to see how some women can go with rich arseholes. My boss is the same, a real prick, but his wife is really nice. Guess it's the old trophy wife syndrome." 

"Yeah," I said. 

We had our drinks and ate our burgers. I used to really look forward to these little interludes with Sarah, but sitting there I couldn't help but think how plain she was – in both looks and conversation. I felt a little guilty even to be thinking it, but she was actually a bit boring. As she told me about her week I found myself zoning out, thinking instead about Elizabeth and what she was doing this Friday night, a full week after that first 'dinner' with her and Robert. 

"You look a little distracted," Sarah said. 

"Yeah, sorry, just a bit preoccupied with work."

"Hmm. Well, hopefully we'll be able to take your mind off work a little later, huh?" 

"Yeah," I chuckled. 

"David, I'm feeling horny. Let's get out of here." 

I wasn't feeling particularly horny at that moment, but I knew that would change. As we left, the experience of fucking Elizabeth while her husband watched went flashing through my mind. The fact that another person was watching – never mind the fact of who that person was – I had actually found incredibly exciting. As a raw visceral experience, the idea of being watched fucking seemed such a fundamental turn on. I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but...

"Hey Sarah," said as we strolled out of the bar together. "Ever had sex with people watching you? You know, not like the other night, where we were doing it at the bus stop and it was exciting because we knew we might get caught, but I mean with people watching because they want to watch. People watching you having sex and getting off on it – not being disgusted or offended or wanting to call the police."

"No, but it sounds fucking horny. I like that idea." 

"Don't ask me why, but I'd really like to do that - tonight. What about if we catch a taxi, and we can fuck in the back while the driver drives around. You know, like the driver would love it – watching people fuck in the back of his car – I mean, how fucking boring must it be driving round in a cab all night?"

"Oh yeah, I guess," she said dismissively. "We could do that but it sounds a bit tawdry to me. Hey, what about going to a swingers' club instead?"

"What?"

"A swingers' club. You know, 'swinging' – surely you must have heard of the concept."

"Yeah, of course I have. But a swingers' club? Are you serious? Sounds a lot sleazier than fucking in the back of a taxi." 

"Well it's not sleazy, or at least not from what I've heard."

"So what have you heard? How do you know about these swingers' clubs?" 

"A girlfriend of mine went to one. With her man – they only allow couples. She told me all about it – and it sounds really horny, not sleazy at all."

"Fuck me, the things women talk about to each other!" I said. "But go on, I'm all ears." 

"Well, it's kind of like a night club, only people also get to do stuff that'd get you thrown out of a normal night club. Anyway, they went there with the intention of getting together with others, you know, a threesome with another girl, but they baulked at that for their first time there. Instead, they just went in the 'action' section of the club and had sex with each other. There were other people having sex in other areas and they could hear each other moaning. Every now and then people would pass through the corridor and see my friend and her man fucking. She said to me it was a total turn on to lay there naked and all exposed while her man fucked her, with other couples stopping briefly to watch them. It totally blew her away – and it wasn't sleazy at all, she reckoned. Everyone there was quite normal and really nice. She said it was so good they're going to go again real soon, only this time she hopes to get another girl involved."

"That does sound horny," I said. It certainly did. What she was explaining was pretty much exactly the sort of thing I was thinking about. A swinger's club. I'd never really thought about it before – I'd always thought of it as like a brothel or something. This girl's not so boring after all... 

"So, where is this place – are you saying we should go there tonight?"

"Why not? I've actually been thinking about it ever since my friend told me about her night there. That's why I can tell you I know where the club is, how much it costs to enter and also that it's open tonight. It's funny you should have said what you just did, because I had been thinking of raising the idea of us going to the swingers' club myself – only I thought you would think it a bit depraved." 

"That's why I like you Sarah, you're so wonderfully depraved."

"Well, it's good to see we've got at least one thing in common!" she said, and we both laughed. 

"OK, this is a great idea," I said. "Take me there." 

We hailed a cab and were on our way. The club was only a few kilometres away, near one of the restaurant precincts. I knew this area well, but I didn't know about any such clubs like this. If I had been feeling less than interested earlier on in the night, now I was charged – in a little while we will be fucking, naked, with other people doing the same, and others watching us. Wow, I might get to watch two sexy babes licking each other! I'd only ever seen lesbian action in porno films; never for real, and I'd certainly never been in a three-some of any kind. As the taxi toured through the city towards our destination, I began to get very excited thinking about what was to come. 

Soon we arrived. We were greeted at the front door by a man dressed in black. Once it was confirmed we were a couple (the sign on the door said couples and single females ONLY) we paid our money and were ushered inside, the solid steel door closing behind us. The man gave us a brief explanation of the club rules and what happened on the two different levels. A firm 'no', or 'no thanks' meant exactly that, and anyone who didn't respect that would likely be thrown out of the place. Same for any kind of aggro or arguments – you were out. Sounded fair enough to me. 

Inside it really was just like a night club. There were couples there lounging around in sofas drinking and chatting – if you knew no better, you would be mistaken for thinking this was normal bar. 

We got some drinks from the bar and found a spare sofa. Most of the couples were sitting separately, but there were a few people chatting in larger groups. It was interesting to watch them – four young, good looking people, two tall, well built guys and a couple of hot looking girls, a brunette and a red head, all of them dressed in stylish black. They really looked just like four cool young people in a normal night club. 

I watched as the four of them got up and left the room. 

"See that?" Sarah said. "They're going up to the action room upstairs." 

"You've obviously done your research well," I said.

"Always pays to be prepared, David." 

"So, what do we do, wait here until someone approaches us?" 

"Well, maybe. If I see a cute looking guy, would you be cool with a threesome? I've never done it with two guys, you know." 

"Why not?" I said. "Neither have I. What about another girl?" 

"Nah, not into girls," she said. 

We sat there for a while, until our drinks were finished. 

"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand, "let's go upstairs." 

Up we went. The upstairs section opened out into a kind of foyer where you could leave your clothes. There was no one else in the room, but through into the next section we could hear voices. I thought I could hear someone moaning. 

"Clothes off now," she said. Awkwardly we stripped off. There were lockers to put your clothes in. Sarah had been given a locker key when we entered the club. 

Soon we were both naked. We looked at each other. She took a deep breath and took my hand. 

"OK, this is it," she said. "Let's go inside." 

We walked into the darkened area. There were little rooms cordoned off by shade cloth, but they had windows in the sides, down low, so you could obviously see in and out – although in the darkness it was still pretty private. As we walked past one of those rooms I could hear movement inside, voices. The gentle moan of a woman's cry of pleasure. Sarah heard it too and stopped. She looked at me, and then reached for the shade cloth, pulling the curtain aside a little so we could look inside. 

It was dark, but not too dark to see what was going on. It was the two couples we had seen earlier downstairs, only now they were naked. And what they were doing! The brunette was on her back, legs spread, and the red head chick's face was buried in her pussy. The two guys were on either side of the brunette, and I almost didn't notice the fact that she had a hand wrapped around each of their cocks. They were both hard. They were leaning down to pinch the girl's nipples as the red head continued to lick her clit. One of the guys looked up at me and smiled. The look on his face said it all: this was just too good; he was in heaven. 

We didn't stay watching for more than a few seconds. I think we both thought we were someone intruding. We moved on to the next room. It was vacant. Sarah looked at me. 

"Let's go in here," she said, leading me in by the hand. 

The room was fairly small, the floor furnished entirely as a kind of bed. Sarah grabbed the curtain and pulled it completely open. The whole area of the room was no visually exposed to the outside corridor. The windows on the other side of the room meant anyone walking either side would get a perfect view of us. It felt almost like we were naked and on display in a shop front window. 




The Boss's Wife Ch. 03



Chapter 3

Public Flashing and More

I would never have believed she was that sexual and uninhibited. She even surprised herself at how much of a slut she could be. This is a true story and its mine. 

*

When we arrived at the City Mall I noticed how well lighted it was. The camera was capable of low light high resolution captures so I pocketed the flash. I had no intentions of attracting too much attention and make Gail scrap the idea. She was a little nervous so I stroked her arm as we entered the back entrance on the ground floor. Considering the time of day, there weren't too many people walking around. That was a good thing. It seemed to buck her up some.

"Not too many people. That makes me feel a little better. I have to admit I'm a little nervous and a lot excited by the prospect of what we're here to do. Do you think this outfit is too revealing?"

I'm not sure I would call it revealing -- more like nothing at all. She had on a short, pleated skirt, which when she bent over exposed everything she had - entirely. To finish off her look she had put on a pair of sandals and a cut-off T shirt that exposed her flat stomach to below her navel. Over it all she had on a knee length lightweight rain coat. When she opened the coat and slipped it off her shoulders, her hard nipples were clearly visible. I noticed her neck was a little flushed and I could tell she was breathing a little hard.

"I don't know," I said. I leaned in close to her rubbing my hand on her ass. "But, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen. Let's get some pictures." All she did was smile, hand me the coat and walk off.

I followed her at a discrete distance. She would bend over at various locations, exposing her ass and pussy. I got the pictures. Each time she did it I could tell she was getting more and more excited at secretly exhibiting herself that way. The pictures showed her pussy was getting a little redder and I could make out with the close-ups that she was very, very wet. Her labia were glistening and there appeared to be some moisture running down her thighs in a small rivulet. Then she started to really get into it as she paraded down the passages. She bent, she squatted, she stooped, and she stretched. I got it all. 

Over by the Sears store is a sitting area. I motioned for her to head over there. I sat on one of the benches and she squatted down in front of me, as if she was going to pick something up off the floor. She looked right at my camera and spread her thighs, her glistening pussy open on full display like a tulip, and I just clicked away. She stood up and lifting her arms allowed the cut-off T shirt to rise, exposing the bottoms of her tits. The T-shirt did nothing to hide her rock hard nipples that stood straight out under the shirt. She turned around slowly and lifted her arms again only this time she bent over exposing her naked ass and pussy. She was shaking with the excitement. I kept clicking away. Then she adjusted her shoulders around with one arm raised exposing her tit entirely and smiled at the camera. I got that one too.

"How you doing?" I asked more curious than I could have imagined.

"This is fucking unbelievable. I'm wetter than when I get out of a shower and I must admit, you were right about me. I really get off on the exhibitionism. Let's go outside."

As I guided her through the doors people gawked, women twittered and men smiled and she loved it all. She knew how incredibly wanton she looked and flaunted it for all it was worth. We walked out to the parking lot and up to the car. I took pictures as she bent over to open the trunk, her legs slightly spread and her ass fully exposed. In those pictures there was no question of the moisture covering the inside of her thighs. She opened the passenger door, and she leaned inside, lifting a leg, her pussy partly agape. Then she backed out of the car and sat down spreading her legs wide to keep her balance.

I walked up to her putting my crotch right in her face. She quickly looked around, unzipped my pants, and pulled my hard dick out. As I focused the camera down on her, she looked up and smiled as she wrapped her hands around it. The camera clicked, and clicked again as she opened her mouth and pulled me in as far as she could take me. She moaned as she sucked my cock, and, holding my hips in her hands, pushed my dick down her throat. She gagged, backed off a little, and the rammed it home again, over and over. I was getting too close so I pulled her head off of my cock leaving a stream of saliva hanging between my dick and her mouth and pushed her backwards into the back seat. I took a series of pictures as she put her hands to her slick pussy and pulled the lips apart. But I couldn't take it any more. Balancing the camera so as not to miss anything, I pushed myself between her legs and drove my dick home in one lunge. 

"Oh yesssss. That's my bad boy. Come fuck your slut here. Fuck me real good so people know what kind of a wench I am."

I pounded away right through the fly of my pants. It wasn't long before she orgasmed, moaning, shaking her legs and grinding her pelvis into my constant penetrations. She came again, and then again, as she fucked me in the front seat of the car, in a mall parking lot, in broad daylight, on film and with two guys watching. 

"I'm gonna come!" I almost shouted it.

She laid there with her legs quivering as I squirted deep inside her. We just stayed in that position for what seemed like an hour. I pulled out of her and she lay there, legs splayed, a line of white goo oozing from her gaping pussy. I got that picture too. 

"That was fantastic," she said as she tried to regain her breath and her composure. "I have to admit it was the hottest fuck I ever had. And the incredible orgasm. I can't believe how powerful it was. I'm still a little shaky!" 

She finally crawled out of the car and covered herself with the coat. As she turned around she flashed a smile at the two guys and took a little curtsy. Then she stared at me for some time and then slowly climbed into the car and closed the door. I could tell by her face and her posture she was trying to fathom what she had just done and come to grips with how much she liked it. As I came around and climbed in, I noticed she was very quiet. Then, like a light switch going on, she turned to me, the excitement in her eyes unmistakable.

"I can't believe how much I got off on that. I absolutely loved it, especially the part where the two guys were watching. Is that really me?" 

I'm not sure she was looking for an answer but I gave her one anyway.

"Apparently!"

"I knew I was sexual. I always thought I bordered on being a nymphomaniac because I really love to fuck. But this? Not in my craziest moments, even in college, would I consider fucking someone in broad daylight, in a parking lot of a mall, for anyone to watch and love every minute of it. Not in my wildest dreams! What's next?" 

"How far do you want to go with this? Do you want more exposure or more sex or both? I'm sure we could find some willing players on short notice!"

"I have another outfit. Let's go somewhere I can change and show off a little more of me. Then we'll see where it goes from there! The way I feel right now -- I'm game for almost anything!"

There was this town park not to far from the shopping center so I headed over there. I found the restrooms pretty easily and parked in front of them. Gail took a bag from the back and walked into the ladies room to change,

I surveyed the park. There were pathways leading in every direction, with benches every so often. Perfect. 

When Gail came out, she was wearing a bright blue, skin-tight mini skirt that only came down about six inches below her crotch and had a slit on the right side up almost to her waist, a pair of 3" high heels and a loose, semi-transparent white blouse, unbuttoned half way. Her nipples were easily seen through the blouse, her tits bounced nicely as she walked and she would expose both of them if she bent even slightly. Man did she look hot!

"So what do you think -- exhibiting enough?

"Hot -- just fucking hot!"

"I'm glad you like. Let's take a walk."

The park was almost entirely empty except for the small playground area near the parking area. A path went entirely around the central grassed area where there were some teenagers playing Frisbee. A couple was walking their dog and there were three or four people casually sitting on the benches reading newspapers and enjoying the warm sun. I could tell Gail was getting aroused because she would flick the edge of her mini-skirt as she walked showing off the bottom of her ass. I snapped a picture and she turned and smiled at the sound of the camera. With an even larger grin she lifted the front of the skirt exposing her pussy and posed. I snapped a few more including one which she bent over as well and exposed her left nipple. I could see the lust in her eyes and she was getting hotter by the minute. I planned on taking advantage of it fully. I just wasn't sure how, where or when.

We stopped at a section of path toward the back of the park where there was a man sitting alone on a bench reading a newspaper. He was maybe 45, and he looked like he kept himself in good shape. He was wearing shorts, a T shirt and sandals. 

"Mind if we share?" I asked. He looked up and took a double take at Gail. As he looked up his mouth opened as he starred at her tits and hard nipples showing through the transparent blouse. Gail just smiled at him. He stammered his agreement never taking his eyes off her. 

"Thanks" she said and sat down on the bench directly across from him. She bent over to fix her heels and he got a full view of her tits which were then hanging free and totally exposed. I took a picture which showed the look of amazement on the guys face with Gail's amazing tits in the background.

She lifted her skirt as she reposition her legs, and I got pictures of her naked ass and exposed pussy as her legs spread to allow them to cross. Smiling at him, she unbuttoned her blouse, holding it open, while I got the pictures of her exposing herself. 

"Good morning," I said cheerfully. "Hey, would you mind if I took some pictures of you and my girlfriend?" 

"Well, um, um no, no I suppose not," he stammered.

"Come on over here, honey," I said. Gail smiled at me, got up and walked the few steps to the bench, and sat beside the man. As she passed me she whispered "Girlfriend? Honey?" As she sat she slowly opened her legs and pulled her skirt most of the way up her thighs.

I moved across the path to the bench that Gail had just been on. Gail unbuttoned the button on her blouse again, holding it open for me while the man just starred with his mouth open slightly. I guess he couldn't take it any longer, and with some trepidation he reached over and cupped her tits squeezing them gently. Gail smiled at him, closed her eyes and moaned, and when the man rolled her erect nipples with his fingers she let out a long and loud sigh.

"Shit that feels great!" she offered. . "Raise your skirt, Gail," I said. She pulled her skirt up around her waist. The man's hand never left the attention it was giving Gail. The other hand, however, stroked her thigh. He was getting adventurous as Gail was offering no resistance. He rubbed the inside of her thigh up and down each time getting closer and closer to Gail's pussy. There was no doubt she was in heat now. Her breathing had gone ragged and her head was thrown back -- moans escaped her lips. She could resist no more. She parted her thighs as wide as she could and brought the heals of her shoes up onto the edge of the bench and her knees to her waist. His hand went directly to her sopping wet pussy. Two fingers found their way in and one found her clit. That was all it took. She squirted all over the man's hand as my camera clicked away.

"She leaned over and gave the guy a big kiss. "That was just wonderful. Thank you very much." She looked down at the man's shorts and saw the telltale bulge. 

"Did I give you a hardon? I am so sorry! Here let me help you with that!"

Gail was obviously still in her sex euphoric zone. She reached over, pulled down the man's shorts exposing his cock and she bent over it. With no hesitation, her mouth went over the head of it and she sucked and stroked this total stranger's dick. My camera captured it all. 

This was better than I had hoped. This was all new territory - far beyond just the two of us. I had enough pictures of her in one kind of sex act or another to last me a decade. I wondered how far she would go.

"Get her hair out of the way," I said. 

The man pulled Gail's hair away from her face, giving me a clear view of her face and mouth as she loudly and excitedly sucked the man off. Another man came down the path and stopped to watch. He watched intently as the practically nude Gail sucked one man's cock as I took pictures. He looked at me and smiled -- I smiled back.

"Nice! Did you train her to be your slave or did she come that way?" I noticed it hadn't taken long for the man to get an erection and, based on the bulge, a rather large one at that.

"Both - so you better join in soon. I don't know how long she can last at this pace!" 

He walked over and stood in front of Gail and pulled his enormous cock out. When she saw it she pumped the man's cock in her mouth with one hand and reached for the second cock with the other. When the guy spurted into her mouth she immediately switched cocks, sucking and stroking the second one stretching her mouth to the limit to get him in. She was going wild with lust. I knew that look. With an audible squirting sound, Gail's cheeks bulged and cum spurted out of her mouth, running down the shaft of the cock as she tried to swallow as much as she could. Her mouth was just not big enough to handle the size of his dick and the volume. She couldn't swallow fast enough. The guys cum came squirting out of her mouth and all over the walkway. I took that amazing picture of airborne spunk and Gail's mouth around his cock.

She looked up at me and I knew it was time to call it quits for now.

"Come on -- let's get going -- we'll be late!"

She quickly gathered herself, stood on shaky legs with a little help, and waived to the two guys as I got her to the car.

"Oh my god," she cried, "Did I just do what I think I did? I'm such a slut, a goddamned slut. It was great!"

I got her settled in the passenger seat and let her button only the bottom button of her blouse, leaving her breasts clearly visible. I took a couple of quick candid shots standing next to the car. She crabbed my belt and pulled me closer. There was nobody around. She pulled my cock out and locked her mouth around the head of it. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper down her throat letting out an audible groan. It was so hot I couldn't last and my cum filled her mouth. She swallowed it all. She looked up at me. I got several pictures of her with my cock in her mouth, my cum drooling down her chin, and a smile on her face. 

Absolutely fucking amazing!

To be continued...



The Boss's Wife Ch. 04



Chapter 4

More Adventures for this Slut

Having gone through the mall and park experience I wasn't sure what she would do next. I would never have believed she was capable of doing what she already had. This is a true story and its mine. 

We drove straight to the hotel from the park. She was so wired she was shaking and talking a mile a minute as she took off her clothes and started the shower. 

"That was so fucking incredible. I have never squirted that much in my life and from a set of fingers yet. Look at me! I'm nothing more than an oversexed slut whore. All I can think about right now is what sex act will I to do next. I want more and then more -- I'm like an addict! What have you done to me? "

"All I did was give you the space and permission to be who and what you really wanted to be, to live out whatever sexual fantasies you have been hiding your entire life. You know I don't pass judgment on you or what you chose to do. So I guess that means you feel safe enough and believe I will not let anything bad happen."

She stopped and stared at me with her tits sticking out, her nipples hard as rocks, her pussy leaking, her entire body flushed and her hands on her hips -- almost defiant and oblivious to her sexual arousal.

"I started this little seduction for a little action on the side because I found you sexy as hell. I also wanted to make sure you stayed happy and at work. You have become very key to the success of the company. But you are way more clever than I thought and you got to know me better than I do. You just allowed me to be me and played me like a fiddle. You orchestrated every step brilliantly by leading me down the path of my desires right into my own deprivation. No pressure. I will owe you big for that because I am happier now, being the total slut that I was today, than I have been in a very long time. I can't wait to see what's next and find out how far I am really willing to go. But now I need to clean up."

While she was in the shower I took the opportunity to duplicate the SIM card in the camera just in case things didn't go as planned at home. I noticed I took 595 pictures.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel with her hair still wet. Gail threw the towel on the floor, crawled into bed and was asleep before I realized what she was doing. She was out like a light. I read a little and crawled in beside her. Long and very successful day -- very successful. It didn't take long for me either.

The next morning we packed up and loaded the car. We had a long drive back and I wanted to get an early start in case we wanted to make some "stops" along the way. Gail was wearing a grey summer dress that buttoned up the front -- not that it mattered. The top two buttons and the bottom three weren't in use. And there was no doubt she had absolutely nothing else on. When she walked to the car everything moved or swayed. What a fucking body she had! And anyone that was in view stopped and stared. She was in her glory -- her nipples were as hard as rocks and pointed the way.

We got up on the freeway and drove about 35 minutes when she announced she needed to use the ladies room. I checked the gas and decided it was a good time to fill up as well. I noticed a sign for a truck stop and pulled off the freeway and pulled into the gas pump lane. Gail got out and manned the pump letting her dress blow in the breeze. There was enough wind to release all but the one in the middle which seemed to be stuck. It didn't seem to bother her that each time the wind picked up her dress was blowing away from her body completely and showing everything she had -- I think she enjoyed giving everyone the show. I got some fabulous pictures of the dress horizontal in the breeze and her tits and pussy showing.

When she was done she went off toward the building. I decided to move the car over to the truck parking area to wait. I noticed there were about ten trucks parked but the drivers were not in the cabs. Between the walking and the wind her dress stayed completely open most of the time exposing her long legs up to her shaved pussy and her tits bouncing in rhythm to her walk. Her nipples stuck out like headlights. I got several pictures of her as she made her way to the ladies room. She was a natural exhibitionist. The drivers watched Gail's show with a great deal of interest as well through the window of the coffee shop. Cat calls, whistles and hoots came from the truck drivers. I walked in to pay for the fuel and struck up a conversation with a couple of them.

"You are one lucky fuck -- you know that buddy" one of the drivers said. I just smiled and nodded. 

Another chimed in "is she that good in bed too?" 

"Better and not just in bed" I responded. "She is into exhibitionism and sometimes more and I never know what will happen if she really gets turned on. Really give her some attention and encouragement. No promises, but you could get a lot more than just a look."

"With that body I sure would like a try at making her smile" said one of the drivers who had to weigh in at 295 pounds "or better yet scream in pleasure!"

"Your dick isn't big enough Starky" offered another driver which garnered more jabs and insults until Gail came out from the ladies room. Instantly there was dead silence. There she was -- dress in hand and completely naked.

"Hi boys -- I couldn't help but hear some of your comments."

"You are one fine lookin' woman darlin!"

"Why thank you sir!"

"I bet you get told that a bunch."

"I guess I get my share."

"I sure like your look!"

"Well boys what's it gonna be? I showed you mine now it's your turn!"

"Follow us honey" said Starkey "and we'll show you what you want." 

I could tell she was ready. Her neck was flushed and she had that look she gets when she really, really wants to get fucked hard. I wasn't sure she knew what she would get if she went down that road but I was there to prevent it from getting out of hand. She set the rules early.

"Here is how it goes. I get to touch and so do you. Maybe play a little or a little head to get off. But nobody gets to fuck me. That's reserved for the cameraman!"

"Follow us honey" said Starkey "and we'll give you what you want." 

I stayed at the back so I could take pictures as she walked into the shower room and these guys shucked their clothes. Most of them were pretty fat. Starkey came up to Gail first.

"Here," he said. "I saved this one for you"

Gail reached out and grabbed his dick and looked around at the other six with dropped shorts. Most were average size but one of them looked overly large. She smiled at him and told him he was going to be last.

She slowly started to jack off Starkey but decided otherwise and sunk to her knees. After a couple more strokes to get him harder she took him into her mouth. Slowly she licked and sucked and tickled and licked. Up and down the shaft from one end to the other.

"Holly shit can she give great head!" Starkey was in heaven. 

She slowly, ever so slowly took more and more of him into her mouth and then at the end into her throat. In and out, up and down his dick with her tongue lavishing attention from underneath. The pictures I got were amazingly erotic. She was literally worshipping his cock. 

The other guys gathered around with their cocks pointing at her face. She grabbed two more and started jacking them off as she continued swallowing Starkey's dick. He didn't last much longer and groaned as he unloaded into Gail's mouth. She opened her lips slightly and let most of his spunk spill out around her mouth and down her chest. She was looking at the camera at the same time. She winked and I got the shots.

Starkey backed away and another took his place. About that time one of the guys she was jacking off came all over her tits which sent the other one over the top as well. He shot his load in her face and hair. Three down and seven to go and I was getting it all on the camera. I had pictures of her with a cock in her mouth and two more being jacked off while four waited with their dicks in their hands. I took a close-up of her pussy which was opened like a tulip and red as could be. It looked like it was dripping. Hot. Damn hot! 

After the second guy came in her mouth and she swallowed it all is when the fun got a little crazy. Gail was so aroused she was in another world -- totally concentrating on filling her sexual pursuit. There was no question she had ramped up to her special place -- where only the sex mattered -- nothing else. At that point anything could have happened and a lot did. She sucked all of them off swallowing their cum. She was like a machine and they seemed to have perpetual hardons. Finally she started to take on the seventh guy with a blowjob to his enormous prick. She had problems getting her mouth around it. I could tell she was getting tired.

"Hold on a minute, mate. Let's make her comfortable!"

Two of the guys picked her up and laid her on the dressing bench with her legs spread on either side. Big dick stuck himself back in her mouth from above as she strained her head back to get as much of him down her throat as she could. It being his turn again, Starkey kneeled between her legs and started licking her soaked pussy. Four of the others started pinching her nipples and mauling her tits. They tag-teamed her -- each taking their turn at licking her pussy. She was moaning and squirming begging to get off. They had her to where her legs were shaking out of control. I knew that place and it was all I could do to keep taking the pictures and not join in.

When it was Starkey's turn again he stuck two fingers in her pussy and nibbled on her clit. After all of the head she had gotten that was all it took for Gail. She squirted all over Starkey's face. He kept right on nibbling and fingering. She kept right on squirting. Big dick came in her mouth at almost the same time and she almost choked to death between the large amount of cum and her orgasm. I got that all on film with the time lapse setting including her squirt, big dick's incredible cumming and her swallowing it all.

When one of the guys positioned himself to fuck her I stopped the festivities. She was in no condition to take on all seven of them voluntarily and I wouldn't want to take them on in a fight. Much to my relief, they backed off.

"Enough for today guys." Was all I could seem to muster as they pulled away and started getting dressed. But I couldn't just let her stay in that condition. Someone had to finish her off. I stopped Starkey and asked if he knew how to work my camera.

"Sure -- I used to do professional photography but trucking is better pay" as he carefully and professionally reviewed the camera. "This is quite a rig. I'm ready -- you want some of you two getting it on?"

"That's the idea!"

"Cool -- never did that before. Can I get copies?"

"Sure if its ok with her."

"Have at it dude!"

I dropped my pants to free my already hard dick and kneeled on the bench. Gail spread herself wide open by lifting her knees up to her chest. I plunged right into that sopping pussy and she squirted again. All I could hear was the clicking of the camera, the sloshing noise of my cock pistoning her, and the slapping of our bodies together. I just pounded away with everything I had and the harder I did it the more she encouraged me. She came once more. My dick totally slimed, I pulled out and jammed it into her ass. She squirted again all over my stomach and chest. More pictures and more deep thrusts into her ass. She was screaming in passion and I could hear the guys cheering me on.

One by one the guys started jerking off near her head. Each in their time shot their loads on her face and in her hair. I even got some on me.

"Oh fuck -- fuck -- that's it -- fuck my ass. Use me ,,, harder.. harder... come give it to the whore -- give me your cum. Come on come on." 

And I did -- as hard and as fast as I could. I finally shoved it all the way in and came in her ass. She squirted me again. I have no idea where she got all of it.

"Fuckin amazing man" I heard Starkey say. 

I turned to see that the other six guys were also there looking at Gail in amazement. Their dicks were still raging hard. The spell broke and all they could do was clap. Gail smiled. They slowly gathered their belongings and got dressed.

I stood up, grabbed a nearby towel, wiped myself off, pulled up my pants and retrieved the camera.

"Thanks man -- give me an email and I'll send you the pixs if it's ok with her. If not I'll send you the ones I can."

Starkey reached in his pocket and pulled out a business card and handed it to me.

"It's all there man, thanks for the show and the blowjobs. You were right, she is fuckin' amazing!" 

They all turned and left. I noticed Starkey was manipulating the large hardon in his pants to get comfortable. I checked the previews and the guy was really good -- he had some fabulous shots of me with my dick halfway in her ass and her legs wrapped around my waste. I retrieved a warm wet towel and another dry one and started cleaning up Gail's face and body. She finally calmed down enough to speak. She was hoarse.

"Hey -- that was amazing but I'm not sure about what happened entirely. I kinda got lost in it someplace. I know I came like crazy and remember that big hunk of dick I tried to swallow. I know you fucked me the rest of the way to oblivion, but most of it is a blur. How many guys watched us? How many did I do? What the fuck did I do?"

"You were incredible and they all watched and helped you do your thing but I was the only one who fucked you. They actually were pretty cool. I'll show you when we get home."

"I really am some kind of whore aren't I? What kind of normal woman would let that happen?"

"Clearly you are one of them but I don't think it's about being a whore. There is a difference between getting paid for it and doing it because you really, really enjoy it. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't do it just for money. Besides, gang-bangs have been around for a long time in the lifestyle."

"Really? You mean that happens at swingers clubs? Wow! That I have to see! Let me grab a quick rinse and we can start home. I'll need a month to recover." 

Very slowly she sat up.

"I don't feel too good!"

"Take your time, we aren't in any hurry!"

"Oh shit" she said and barfed all over the floor. There was no question what it was. It was milky white and globular. I took some pictures of her bent over the pile of cum.

After a couple of minutes she sat up and, with some difficulty, stood on shaky legs. Very slowly she managed to get herself into the showers and let the hot water run over her for a very long time. I took pictures of that too including one with the sign in the shower advertising a men's shaving cream and one saying "MEN ONLY ADMITTED TO SHOWER AREA".

What next? I couldn't have imagined.

To be continued...



The Boss's Wife Ch. 05



Chapter 5

More Adventures At Home

I would never have believed she was capable of doing what she already had. And she was asking for more- much more. We were making this up as we went along. This is a true story and its mine. 

During the last couple of weeks after our adventure in the desert she had been talking about trying something with a group and whether or not I could manage a little example for us discretely. We were at the office late and everyone had gone home. She was sitting on the edge of my desk with her skirt up around her waste and, as usual, had no underwear on. I was enjoying the view and she was enjoying my fingers which were working her clit and G spot. She had opened her blouse to permit her hands room to massage her breasts and pinch her nipples. I thought she was having a little problem concentrating but she managed to hold it together for the conversation. There was no question about her state of arousal. Her cheeks and neck were flushed and her pussy was like a facet.

"Ok, how about this for a plan. We keep it small and discreet. I'll invite two other couples I know who swing over to my place. They will understand you are a newbie and they will take your lead as to how far you want to go. If you chose to do nothing other than watch, that's fine and no foul. Truthfully they won't care either way although after seeing you they might want to hit on you."

"I've already done a little more than that thanks to those cooperative truck drivers. I'd like to see how far I am willing to go past some head. I know I can be a total slut iI let myself go and so do you. Can you arrange that and how soon?" 

"I probably could get something going by the weekend or the first of the week." 

"That should be perfect. Greg is going to visit his mother in Indiana for a week and I won't have to lie about where I am sleeping. If it goes well I really don't want to have a curfew. I may never get another opportunity to test myself with total time freedom."

That being settled, at least for her, she slid off the desk and got down on her knees between my legs. She undid my belt and zipper and had me out in the open in a moment. She wasted no time and swallowed my already hard cock in one gulp. She was devouring me with her hands and mouth and tongue as if it was going to be her last time. I picked her up, sat her on the desk again and rammed my dick home before she could complain. She leaned back and pulled her knees back to allow more room and a better angle and was pushing back with every stroke to maximize my penetration. Weird, I thought, but this was really the first time we had sex in the office. 

We were both heated up so we just went at it like rabbits until she came. I was right behind her dumping a large load in her pussy. As she started down from her sexual high, she started to giggle.

"We are fucking amazing -- you and I are. It's like neither of us can withstand even a suggestion or a sexual innuendo with each other without acting on it. I must say it is the best and most frequent and astonishing sex I have had in my life. I sure hope we never get to a place where we don't want to do this anymore."

"I can't speak for you but I am not in any hurry to slow down!"

We cleaned up the mess on my desk including some of our combined cum and headed on home. In the back parking lot she gave me a passionate kiss and squeezed my dick until it was hard again.

"Not fair."

"Just something to remember me by!" She got in her car and drove off.

The next day I called my friend out East. After the regular pleasantries and an explanation of why I needed them, he gave me several local names and numbers to call. Truth be told I didn't really know anyone out here. Most of my swinger friends were on the other coast. After several conversations, I chose two couples that were relatively close by for personal viewings and conversation. I asked them to come by on Thursday after work to discuss the events for the weekend.

When they arrived I was struck by their looks -- my friend had steered me right. The guys were in pretty good shape but the women were built for sex. The women wore only enough clothes to be decent in public but showed off everything they had with skimpy halter tops, short mini-skirts and little else. Brandy and Norm, both in their late 30's were the typical California looking surfer guy and beach bunny -- blond, fit and tanned. Miko and Bill, both in their early 40's, were a racially mixed couple that were fortunate enough to have received the best genes from their black and Asian ancestry. Bill was carrying some extra weight, but he did so well. If the bulge in his pants was an indication of his size, he was hung like an elephant. 

We shared some drinks and snacks and I outlined the situation. They were all in the porn business and had been in front of the camera a great deal so there was no problem with the video-taping and no problem with diseases that could kill you. They had brought along test results a day old.

"Just make sure I don't see myself in the store or on the net. I wouldn't like that because we ain't getting paid regular scale" warned Bill.

"This is strictly an insurance video."

"OK, man -- sounds cool! If she is as good as you say I may just forget the fee!"

They also were all ardent swingers and offered to take us to several clubs with varying 'dirty -- meters' from suburban civil to absolute drunk and raunchy. Brandy mentioned that she had broken in several newbies to swinging with Norm over the years, both male and female, and that she could insure Gail's comfort level and enjoyment. I said I was looking forward to watching it. Miko and Bill said that they were always looking for new people to share with and would not be too aggressive. She said they had met at a swinging party which they had gone to with other people. 

"Once in the sack with Bill and his enormous dick that was all I could think about -- so I called him the next day and the rest is history -- in the bedroom, at the clubs or on film. Is she really up for this or will it be a real nervous situation?" 

"She has been gradually working up to it. We have discussed it pretty well and I believe she wants to try. If she is in the right mood, she will surprise you all -- she'll have sex with absolute abandon. It will be up to us to get her there. She knows why you will be here and she just has to adjust to it being so expected. She has had sex in public places, done some exhibitionism, and been to nudist clubs so that part shouldn't be an issue. It's the multiple and witness part."

"We'll be cool" said Norm. "Just give us the sign if we don't get it right."

We set the time for 5:30 Saturday and after some nice full body hugs, long open mouth kisses, and some long sensuous groping to get to know each other's body parts, they were off. 

"Nice dick you got there guy" said Brandy "looking forward to playing with it!".

"Just remember, we've done this before together" I reminded them as they left. 

"No problem" came back in unison " it'll be just like old times!" 

Gail arrived about 4:30 to help with the food preparation. She was a wiz in the kitchen as well and we made light work of it. Around 6:30 Brandy, Norm, Miko and Bill arrived. It was almost as if they had planned to arrive together. Norm and Bill wore slacks and shorts and Miko and Brandy had on lose fitting dresses. When Brandy walked there was no question she was braless. I couldn't help but stare and neither cold Gail. When I looked up at her face, she had this smile on as if to say "down tiger - you get to play with them later!" I caught Gail also gazing not so innocently at the bulge in Bill's pants. It was like he had three pairs of socks in there.

I poured everyone pretty stiff drinks, made the introductions and kind of took a step back to see what would happen. The girls were chatting away as if they had all been friends for ages complete with giggles and sly looks at the guys. Gail was pounding down the booze pretty hard which told me where her head was. She was a little nervous and a lot excited about the prospects for the evening and didn't want any silly inhibitions to interfere. I noticed she was touching herself a lot. One time I saw Miko nudge Brandy after Gail had massaged her tits a little. They both smiled. Miko and Brandy just made sure her glass was never empty. It just made Gail that much less inhibited -- as if she needed a whole lot of encouragement anyway.

Needless to say the evening progressed extremely well -- the food was great and everyone was feeling pretty good -- especially Gail. It was Miko who broke the ice.

"I need a swim" she blurted out and walked out to the pool, stripped off her dress and dove in. I got my first glimpse at her terrific ass, incredible body and all over tan. Without so much as a flinch, Brandy rushed up, Gail in tow, and with much laughter and noise threw Gail in -- clothes and all. She undressed as well exposing another fully developed, tanned and toned body with upturned nipples, hourglass shape and a flat stomach ending in a fully shaved pussy. She dove in after her. The laughter and screeching was invitation enough for the guys to shuck their clothes and dive in too. By the time I got to the edge of the pool with the drinks, Brandy and Miko had successfully stripped Gail of her clothes and threw them on the diving board. The game was in full swing -- if you will excuse the expression.

There was a lot of action going on in the pool so I jumped in as well. Bill was sucking on Miko's tits and massaging them with some vigor. Miko was in a deep tongue duel with Norm and he seemed to really be enjoying it. Norm was behind Brandy and had reached around her and fondled her marvelous tits. She snuck one hand back and grabbed his dick and helped guide his dick into her waiting pussy. Norm smiled and slipped a hand lower to finger Brandy clit and she spread her legs as wide as she could to allow him free access for fingers and cock. 

I went over to Gail and kissed her deeply, something she returned with vigor and she immediately grabbed my dick. I gently lifted her on to the edge of the pool and spread her legs wide. I took full advantage of our relative positions and began fingering and licking her pussy aggressively. She threw her head back and groaned as her first small orgasm hit her. She was rapidly getting into the zone I wanted her to be in -- totally our of control sexual abandon. The cameras were all running and capturing everything on the patio and in the pool. This was really going to be hot!

I continued to work her pussy with tongue and fingers right through the first orgasm and as she had another I felt a small hand reach from behind and stroke my cock. It was Brandy getting in the action. I moved aside and let her start on Gail. Gail looked down, saw it was Miko and smiled. Brandy's tongue had found the space between Gail's labia that housed that very sensitive clit and I watched in amazement as Gail started souring toward another orgasm. In an amazing bit of cunnilingus Brandy had Gail cumming and squirting in no time. Miko had moved up on the pool edge and was kissing Gail's nipples and helping Brandy by working Gail's clit. Gail was squirting, and groaning and shaking from the size and amount of multiple orgasms she was having. I couldn't let it go without helping, My dick was so hard it felt like concrete.

I got up on the deck, turned Gail around, got between her legs and slammed my dick in to the hilt. She was so wet it was like a hot knife through butter. She opened her eyes, saw it was me, reached both arms around my neck and her legs around my waste and pulled me in. We just went at it like two animals in heat. She was thrusting up as hard as she could in synch with my pounding her pussy in long hard strokes. I knew she was close when she started shaking uncontrollably and screaming. She reached down, pulled me out of her pussy and jammed me into her ass. Then she came, and came and came. One right after another she squirted all over my stomach and it kept leaking out around her pussy walls. I couldn't hold it any longer and pulled out and came all over her face and tits. Brandy and Miko went to work immediately licking up my cum, kissing Gail and nibbling on her nipples. They were keeping her at her all time erotic high. At this point anything was possible. 

Gail was moaning now:

"More, I need more cock. Please more. Come fuck me. Someone fuck me! Anyone!"

Norm took my place and slid his dick in. Gail reached up and wrapped herself around him and pulled him to her. He started pumping her long and slow and she was getting ready for another massive orgasm. Surprisingly, he didn't last long and drove his cock home and grunted as he came in Gail. She wasn't quite there yet and beat his chest telling him to keep going. He did. staying hard as only porn stars seem to be able to do after cumming. He finished her off as she screamed along with her orgasm clutching jis body to her with arms and legs.

"Oh fuck I need it! I NEED IT! Fuck me fuck me fuck me now! Someone help me -- I need to be filled!"

Bill helped Norm off and slid between her legs. His massive hard dick was about the size of her arm. He was not going to let Gail come down from her stratospheric high without fucking her. Very slowly he lubricated it with her cum and pushed the head in. She opened her legs as wide as she could trying to accommodate his enormous dick by pulling her knees to her head.

"Go slow. But whatever you do, don't stop. I want that thing in me as far as I can take it! Fill me with that dick! Fuck me stupid!"

Bill began a slow in and out, each time going deeper and deeper. When he was all in she moaned.

"Oh my God, it feels so big and man does it feel good! Go for it. Fuck this slut as hard as you can. I want to feel totally used! Just fuck the shit out of me!"

With her legs spread I came around to Gail's head and laid my semi-erect dick on her lips. One hand came up and grabbed it pulling it into her mouth. There she was, my dick in her mouth giving the blowjob of the century, Bill's massive dick plowing her pussy and Norm fingering her clit. She was enjoying it so must she reached over and started to fondle Miko's tits. I lent a hand by pushing two fingers into Miko's pussy and worked her G spot. Not wanting to be left out, Brandy came around and sat on Norm's dick in a reverse cowgirl and started riding for all she was worth. 

In an amazing feat of timing we all seemed to cum at about the same time. There was cum everywhere. Miko's squirt hit Gail in the face, Bill dumped his cum in Gail, she was leaking hers and Bill's all over the deck, Brandy had cum all over Norm effectively washing his cum from her pussy, and Gail swallowed my load.

Just fucking amazing.

We all collapsed into a heap. Bill winked at me and whispered:

"She is such a fucking slut and a real natural! We are just getting started man and I can't wait for what comes next!"

To be continued...