0 comments/ 46551 views/ 8 favorites The Movers Ch. 01 By: JHammock The Movers: 1 of 3 She sins! It was Friday morning, the day we were moving to Houston. I was cleaning out the fridge when I heard the truck pull up in front of our house. I checked my kitchen clock. It was 8 o'clock. I looked out the front room window. "John, the movers are here." I yelled up the stairs. My husband hurried downstairs and went out the front door. Most of our stuff was already packed and waiting to be loaded. Only our Master bedroom still had items to be removed and packed. We wanted to enjoy our last night in this house, which had been our home the past almost five years. So we had left those things for last. John came in followed by two guys, one old and the other young. He introduced them to me, "Sarah, this is Tony and this is his son Andrew." I shook hands with both of them. Tony was a huge man, muscles belying his age. He looked to be in his fifties. His gray beard gave him a ruffian look but he was quite pleasant. "Andrew is kind of new at this. None of my regular guys was available, so he agreed to help me out." I looked at the young man. His grip, like his father's was firm. He might be new to the moving business, but his rippling muscles assured me that he would do just great! "Darling, Tony and I are going to load up the truck. Andrew will help you dismantle the stuff in the bedroom." I nodded and started up the stairs, with Andrew close on my heels. Was it my imagination or did I feel his eyes on my legs and ass? If he was staring, I wouldn't blame him. I was wearing my favorite stretch blue jean shorts, with a black tank top. Both were tight but comfortable and ideal for the job on hand. But my curves did show. And I was proud of my hour glass figure and smooth flawless skin. So I just shrugged and kept moving. When we reached our bedroom, I was surprised he didn't wait for my instructions. He started with the bed and quickly took the mattresses and box downstairs to the truck. He was back soon and began to dismantle the bed. I decided to be helpful and climbed a short step ladder and began to undo the curtains and the fancy decorations I had looped around them. I had to lean a bit more than I was comfortable with and promptly lost my balance! I don't know how Andrew managed to move so quickly but he grabbed me before I landed on the floor. He held me in his arms, his broad chest taking the brunt of my weight. It took me a moment to recover from the shock, but as he gently let me down, his left hand accidently cupped my left breast. Not brushed but actually cupped it, as if for a better grip! I involuntarily moaned and closed my eyes for a brief moment as my body reacted to the pressure from his huge palm. He must have sensed my moment of weakness for instead of removing his hand, he firmly squeezed my breast again. I opened my eyes and was about to slap his hand away but seeing that handsome face so close held me back. He confidently continued to massage my breast, leaving me totally aroused. I chewed my lips in ecstasy but at the same time tried to protest. Sensing my weakening, he swiftly lowered his mouth on mine and kissed me, driving his tongue deep into my mouth. There was absolutely no way I could let this continue, aroused or not. I began to squirm out of his arms. He suddenly let go off me and swiftly moved to the bed and began to loosen a bolt. Before I could recover, I heard my husband's voice behind me. He walked into the bedroom, with an anxious frown. "Are you alright? I heard something fall!" Before I could answer, Andrew pitched in, "She was trying to take down the curtains and lost her balance." He pointed to the window. "Luckily Andrew managed to block my fall. Otherwise I could have been hurt really bad." I added. "Thank you Andrew. I owe you one." Andrew laughed, "Trust me, sir, it was my pleasure." My face turned red and I glared at him before quickly turning away. "Tony says you are in your final year of grad school. What are you majoring in?" "Business Administration," he said casually. I was impressed despite the discomfort he caused me. My husband turned to me, "Sarah, why don't you go visit our neighbors and say your good byes. I am sure Andrew can take care of what needs to be done here. Susie and Mike will be happy to see you." I shrugged. Maybe it was best if I kept away, especially after what just happened. I didn't want any more incidents. John gave me a tight hug and guided me out the front door. Tony smiled at me as I walked past the truck. Susie and Mike were our next door neighbors. They were my 'guardians', a role they assumed ever since their own daughter moved out to go to college. They welcomed me with a hug and looked like they were about to cry. I cheered them up and quickly left, promising to stay in touch and visit sometime. The other neighbor we were friendly with was a divorced single mom who had a very active social life. She had raunchy stories to tell and John enjoyed listening to her. I didn't much care for naughty talk. I am the action loving girl. But it didn't bother me that John enjoyed the sexual escapades of another young woman. I headed back home and Tony asked me, "Mr. Turner said that you were flying to Houston tonight?" "Yes, I am flying out this afternoon and will stay in a hotel tonight. I will take a cab to our new home in the morning, in time to meet you guys there." I added, "Be sure to bring my car safely." I added. Tony laughed, "Yes, Mr. Turner told me how much you adored your car. I will handle your precious Prius with extreme care." "John has some cleaning out to do at his office after you guys head out. He will stay in a hotel here in Dallas tonight and drive down to Houston tomorrow around noon. But I am sure you will be done unloading before he gets there." Tony smiled, "Of course unloading this small load shouldn't take too long." I smiled my thanks and walked inside the house to find John and Andrew bringing furniture down the stairs. I quickly stepped into the backyard, which had been a haven to me these past few years. This was the only part of the house I wanted to take with me and the many happy memories John and I had created and shared, of course! I sat on the stone bench under the huge magnolia tree and closed my eyes. The shade and the breeze helped me to relax. Subconsciously I had been avoiding thinking about what happened with Andrew. Just to clarify, I am not the kind of person who would have allowed a stranger to touch me like Andrew did. Granted I get turned on easily by physical contact as my husband would readily vouch for. And that's what happened up in the bedroom. He accidentally grabbed the wrong part of my body. I get turned on if even I accidentally brush my nipples! So it is hardly surprising that I reacted the way I did when Andrew's huge strong palm cupped my highly sensitive breast. In fact if there was one discord between my husband and me, it was the way we got aroused. For me it is always the physical touch. When John starts touching my intimate parts, I am all ready for action. I don't enjoy foreplay as much as he does. I would rather feel his cock inside my pussy. I climax easily. The soothing breeze calmed my jumping nerves. It was almost half an hour later when I reluctantly went back into the house. I decided to stay clear of Andrew so that we don't accidentally bump into each other again. I didn't want to give the young man any more wrong ideas. It was just past noon when I heard a mild commotion outside. All three men were outside staring at each other. Suddenly Tony said, "It's okay, we'll pull the stuff out and rearrange." John protested, "That'd take too long. Besides it's not that important." "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh, we need to rearrange the load for the car to go in. Why don't they just tow it along"? John asked. Before I could respond Tony replied firmly, "I promised the lady that I will take care of her car. So we are going to get it in. End of discussion. Andrew, come pull out everything." Before I could say something, Tony and Andrew had begun pulling stuff out. I shrugged and went back inside. I had to get ready for my flight. A quick shower, change and then leave. At least that was my plan. I went over to the bedroom window and looked down. I could see John and Tony carefully putting things back in the truck. I was wondering where Andrew was when I felt a presence behind me. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I stiffened and subconsciously looked out the window. My heart was racing and my body was reacting strangely. Was it guilt or anticipation? Before I could make up my mind, I felt him close the small gap between us. I almost jumped when I felt his hardness on my ass. My eyes were on the two men working below but I was acutely conscious of the incredible warmth spreading through my body and the pressure of his cock between my ass cheeks. His hands slipped under my top and slid up until they cupped my breasts. I willed my mind to move away but my body refused to budge. His deft fingers snapped the hooks of my bra and gently pulled it off from under my top. His long fingers fondled my breasts. My nipples hardened and made it easy for him to squeeze them. I almost shrieked with the sudden pain but the pain was momentary. It was replaced by an incredible sensation. The shriek that was struck in my throat came out as a loud moan. I am certain my moan was the turning point. That was the sign he was waiting for. He knew I was at the point of no return. His lips sucked the soft flesh on my shoulders. His tongue licked my silky skin in slow sensuous wet strokes. His right arm stopped kneading my breast and moved down to undo the button on my shorts. Neither I nor the zipper offered any resistance to his tug. He casually pulled down my shorts, peeling my thong along with it. I couldn't believe that I was allowing him to take charge like this. His speed and aggressive approach were foreign to me. John was a great lover but he took his sweet time to get there. Andrew was more like me. Less talk, more action! John needed visual and vocal stimulation to get fully aroused. I on the other hand couldn't wait for him to get into my pants, so to speak. But John has not understood this need in me even after being married for so many years. Suddenly I felt Andrew's right hand grab my right ankle and lift my leg onto the window sill that was about a foot from the carpet. Then I felt his cock rub my pussy. My eyes were focused on Tony and my husband below, wondering why they didn't miss Andrew. The slight pressure from his cock made me spread my right leg and was promptly rewarded by a swift thrust of his ramrod straight young cock. I gasped and hoped my voice wouldn't carry down to the driveway. Andrew wasted no time. He began to thrust in and out of my pussy in a steady almost rhythmic motion. He seemed to be in a big hurry and I wasn't protesting. One of my favorite positions in sex is being taken from behind. The uninhibited thrusts from behind has a delicious effect on my pussy. It didn't take very long for me to have my first orgasm. I tried to lower my foot to savor the climax but Andrew was not done yet. He pushed my shoulders forward, bending me over. His hands held my waist in a vice like grip as he fucked me with renewed vigor. My second and third orgasms melded into one since Andrew didn't give any interval between the two. As I began to wonder if this superman would ever come, his thrusts quickened and he climaxed. He shuddered but held me tightly, both hands cupping my breasts and squeezing them hard. I felt him explode inside my pussy and he took several minutes before removing his dripping cock. He quickly moved away as we heard the door chime. I looked out the window, hurriedly pulling up my thong and shorts. "Ah there you are!" My husband said cheerfully."You are not ready yet? Don't you want to catch your flight?" My heart thudding, I turned around with a forced smile, hoping he wouldn't come near me. I could feel Andrew's cum soaking my thongs. It wouldn't take too long for it to start dripping down my thighs, soaking the crotch of my shorts in the process. "Too many memories to leave behind," I said the first thing that popped into my mind. He came closer, whispering, "Do you want to create one more hot memory before you leave?" I froze and took a quick step back. "If you want me to ride with you tomorrow, then yes, let's make more memories." I giggled, nervously. "Yeah you are right. We'll start new memories in our new home in Houston tomorrow night." I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped into the bathroom, wondering how someone so big could move so fast; Andrew was nowhere to be seen. Once safely inside the bathroom, I took off my top, realizing that my bra was somewhere near the window. I stripped off my shorts and thong. The thong was soaked with his thick cum while the shorts was just beginning to get wet. My thighs and ass were a mess. I felt sticky cum oozing out of my pussy. I turned on the shower and stood under the hot water, washing my thighs and pussy. I couldn't believe what I had allowed to happen. And I wasn't a passive participant either. Guilt and shame overtook me. I began to sob softly. This was the first time something like this had happened in our marriage. I could not keep this a secret from my husband. That would kill me, even if he never found out. The question was how and when to tell him! While I stood under the hot shower wondering, I saw the door open suddenly. John came in quickly closing the door behind him. He whispered with a childish smile, "Tony and Andrew are taking a quick lunch break. I thought we might as well create that last memory!" He grinned. I hesitated briefly, then shrugging off my guilt I smiled at him and slid to my knees inside the shower tub. John jumped in, getting rid of his jeans and boxers in record time. His began to rub his stiff cock on my lips. I kissed the red bulb lovingly and slowly began to tease it with my tongue before letting him slip it into my mouth. As I took his shaft deeper into my mouth, my husband began to pump in and out. Despite myself, I was totally aroused again. "John, I can't wait any more. Please fuck me from behind." And I turned and bend over invitingly. He needed no further encouragement. I sighed as his cock began to slide in and out of my pussy. "Wow you're hot, honey. What's going on?" John said as he kept up the strokes. "I don't know but please don't stop." I said in almost a whisper. He liked to talk during intercourse and I was afraid he was going to force it out of me, but luckily, he began to climax. He kept up the thrusts until he had emptied every last drop from his cock. I did something that I know he loves. I knelt down and took his still semi hard cock in my mouth. I don't enjoy the taste of his cum but I forced myself to suck and lick his sloppy cock until he began to harden again. He said, "Honey, much as like this to continue, I think we should be leaving for the airport soon." I reluctantly let go of his hard cock. "Okay, keep it stiff for me until tomorrow. I will be waiting with my legs wide open." He laughed. "I will I promise. Now go get ready."And he slapped my ass hard. I giggled and moved away, forgetting my guilt for a moment. I quickly showered and changed into my favorite tight blue jeans and a ribbed white top. John loaded my two suitcases and my laptop into the car. Before getting in, I shook hands with Toni and Andrew. "See you bright and early tomorrow." I smiled as I swayed over to the passenger seat of the car. I avoided thinking about what happened between Andrew and me. I wanted to let the guilt wait until I was in the airplane or better still at the hotel. I wanted to be alone when I could regret in private. After the short flight I took a shuttle to the hotel and checked in. I was tired and ready to hit the bed. I ordered room service and was surprised when the waiter brought a bottle of my favorite wine. I knew it had to be from my husband. Smiling, I called him, wondering how his packing at the office was going. The Movers Ch. 02 He sins! As soon as the truck drove off, I went back into the house and took a last look around. Sarah's bra was lying by the bedroom window. It was strange because she is usually very organized. Picking it up, I smiled and gently rubbed it against my face, enjoying her fragrance. To say she left me horny would be an understatement. I still carried an erection from that unfinished blow job she gave me in the shower earlier. I was mildly surprised by her behavior. Although she gives a good blow job, seldom does she volunteer to pleasure me that way. When she's aroused all she needs is a cock inside her pussy. I am not complaining but it seemed a little strange that she'd voluntarily suck my sloppy cock. Loading up my car with little things that we didn't want to put in the truck, I drove to the hotel, checked in and quickly headed to my office. It was almost 6:00 in the evening when I rode the elevator to the third floor where the executive offices were located. Half the floor was my boss's kingdom. The rest was occupied by his executive team. By boss I mean the owner, Chairman, President and CEO all rolled into one. Moving me to Houston was his first step towards shedding some of those titles to one of his three Executive VPs. I was one of the contenders for that elevation. My next three years managing the investments falling under the Houston jurisdiction would decide my fate in this corporation. The entire floor was empty as I had expected at such an hour. Who'd want to work late on a Friday evening? As I walked in the spacious lobby I almost bumped into Emma. Emma was my boss's executive secretary and personal assistant. "What are you doing here so late, Emma?" I asked, surprised. She was wearing some kind of tight half pants and top. She's usually very professionally dressed. "Hi John," she smiled, and continued, "The boss just left. I am trying to rush to my yoga class; I am already a little late." That explained her unusual attire. "I know you're packing your stuff. Do you need my help?" "Oh no Emma! You carry on. I don't have much to pack anyway. Most of it is cleaning up my personal drive on the computer and tossing hard copies of confidential documents into the shredder. The rest should be easy to pack." She smiled, "Tell you what. You go ahead and clean up your hard drive. I will be back in an hour after my class. I will help with the paper shredding and packing. I know how dependent you're on Sylvia for these things." Emma was right. Without my secretary Sylvia, my office and desk would have been a horrible mess. Unfortunately, Sylvia had a personal emergency and could not stay to help me pack tonight. I had decided to brave it out by myself. I knew I would be here all night if I didn't have Emma's help. So I reluctantly accepted her offer. As she turned to leave my eyes followed her. I willed myself to turn away but failed miserably. I admire beautiful women but I don't usually stare at them. I felt dirty but I couldn't take my eyes away from her lovely young body. Emma is the loveliest employee of the company. But no one messed with her though. Being the Chairman's personal secretary, everyone wanted to be on her good side. She was around twenty two years old and was handpicked by our boss right out of college. He was pushing her to pursue her Master's. Like I said earlier, she is usually quite professionally dressed. I very rarely see her outside of work. So seeing her in that tight curve hugging yoga suit was very distracting. I suddenly noticed several things about Emma that I don't recall observing in the past few months. She had long blonde hair and sea blue eyes. He long legs and well shaped ass stirred something in me. Her lovely breasts and her tapering waist caused havoc somewhere deep inside me. I sincerely hoped Emma would change into more appropriate office attire before coming back to help me. I love my wife Sarah more than anything else in this world. I have no reason to admire or lust after other women; Sarah more than takes care of my needs. Although our sexual demand on each other is very high, our approach is quite the opposite. She's totally physical; she needs be touched to be aroused. I need visual and verbal stimulation. But once we cross the initial phase, we become totally compatible. And even after many years of marriage, I adore the beauty of her face and the sensuality of her figure. We have no reason to stray! I shrugged off the temporary distraction and sat down at my desk. I was so deeply engrossed in my efforts that I didn't see or hear her come in until she stood right in front of me. She had changed her clothes of course, only it was even more revealing and distracting. The pair of tight black stretch shorts she had on hugged her thighs and ass in a tight caress. The white top was sleeveless with wide shoulders and a super low neck. The cleavage was mind numbing even when she stood erect. I didn't want to think how much it'd reveal if she leaned forward! I knew it was wrong and decided to be very careful. Emma was all business once she got down to work. I was amazed at her efficiency. Sylvia was good but Emma was in a class of her own! While I completed cleaning up my PC, she worked on my hard copies. Sinc e she was privy to all confidential documents, I just gave her short list of what I wanted saved. Everything else could be shredded. We both focused on our jobs at hand and wrapped it all up in a matter of two hours. I looked at my watch. It was almost 9 o'clock. I suddenly realized I hadn't called Sarah. She answered after the first ring. "Honey how's the packing going?" "We just got done. Emma offered to help me and so it was not as bad as I had feared. I don't know how to thank her." "That's so sweet of her." Sarah paused briefly and then added, "Why don't you take her out to dinner tonight?" I was surprised, but Sarah always has great gift ideas. "I will ask her. She may have other plans. How is your room?" I wanted to change the subject. Dinner with Emma was not a good idea. Any wrong moves would not only destroy my marriage, it could affect my career as well. "Room is great. And thank you for the wine. God knows I needed it." "Is everything okay darling?" I asked concerned. My instincts were right. "Something is bothering me. Maybe it is the excitement or maybe I am just plain exhausted. Anyway I am sure it'll be okay once you get here." "Yes, and I hope you will keep your promise." I said and she laughed. I felt better after that. Emma and I loaded a small cart with the four packed boxes and took them down to my car. I said, "Thank you Emma. It is late. Why don't you go on home? I will take the cart back and head to my hotel. Emma insisted on going back with me. We went back to my office and left the cart in its place. Without thinking I extended my arms and said, "Thank you Emma. I don't think I could have done it without you." She stepped into my open arms and hugged me. Involuntarily, my arms tightened around her young body. It wasn't the normal formal hug; she just seemed to melt in my arms. Her soft and supple body caused an exhilarating warmth in all the wrong places. I didn't want her to feel my arousal and quickly pulled away. We rode the elevator and walked to our cars silently. She smiled and was about to get into her car when I blurted out, "Would you like to have dinner with me? That is if you don't have other plans." She answered me with a radiant smile, "Of course I'd love to. I thought you'd never ask." She giggled and continued, " No I don't have other plans. But can we stop at my place for a few minutes? I'd like to take a quick shower and change." "That's what I will do too. I will run to my hotel, shower, change, and come over to pick you up. Dress casual." She nodded as she drove off. I was at her apartment in half an hour. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a black top. In less than three hours I had seen her in three different clothes and she seemed to be equally sexy in all of them. "I hope we don't run into any of our office buddies at the restaurant." I don't want rumors going around that we were out late night partying when my wife was out of town." I laughed nervously. "Everyone knows how devoted you are to Sarah. But if it'll make you comfortable, we could go to my favorite place. It's always crowded on Friday nights and a hangout for the younger singles. I am sure no one will recognize you or even pay attention. They have their own agenda to fulfill." I followed her directions and parked in the packed parking lot. Before getting out Emma grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "John, I want you to relax and enjoy the evening as if we were on a real date." That remark made me squirm a little and I blurted out, "You are a gorgeous woman, Emma. I just don't want to get too carried away, that's all!" Her grip tightened as she said, "Thank you John. Coming from such a handsome guy, I do appreciate it. But don't worry. I am not going to be drawing any lines tonight. I am going to enjoy this evening and it'd be more fun if you would also." I squeezed her hand, "I will try." She was right. It was a singles scene and more like a dance club and bar. And as she had said, no one paid any attention to anyone else. We sat away from the dance floor. She ordered wine and I asked for a beer. I noticed that Emma was beginning to really relax after her second glass of wine. "Shall we dance?" I was not expecting to dance with her but she stood up, extending her hand to me. I reluctantly followed her. After some hesitation I began to ease and enjoy the soft swaying. I held her tight and she just snuggled into my chest. "This feels good. It's been a long time since I had sex." Her voice had taken on a sensuous tone. I nearly let go of her but controlled the urge. I tried to make light of it. "I can't say the same about myself. Sarah and I had sex this afternoon." "But it looks like you're still hard." I realized too late that I had been subconsciously rubbing my hardness on her thighs and ass as we danced. Before I could react she ground herself into my throbbing erection. Stupidly, I heard myself asking, "So when was the last time you had sex?" Sensual discussions were my aphrodisiac, especially when it is with a hot woman like Emma. I was hard as a rock and stopped feeling guilty about it. "Almost a week ago. I need sex every day and that is a long time to go without." "Why? Don't you have a boyfriend?" "No boyfriends for me. I am not ready for a relationship. I need a man with no strings attached." She giggled and added, "Just the cock." I love this kind of talk. Sarah never indulges in such talk. She knows I crave it but it is not in her to verbalize her feelings or sexual needs. She physically goads me into action. And literally there is no time or place where she's not willing to lower her pants for me. So it has not come in our way of having a blissful sexual relationship. "Gorgeous as you are, I am sure it is difficult to keep guys from proposing or wanting to hold on to you." "I pick my lovers. They don't pick me. Sometimes happily married men are the perfect lovers. They just need an escape but don't want to jeopardize their lives."Her voice had gone soft. I was startled by this revelation. Was that a hint for me? "I have never messed with anyone from work so far. Gets too complicated. But somehow I have had this crush on you since the day I met you. And now that you're leaving..." Her voice trailed off. "It is terribly tempting but you know that I couldn't do that to Sarah." "Yes and that's why I feel that it'll be just a one night affair with no surprises down the line." Her voice was quite serious. "I am flattered but I don't think I can do it."It was a flat statement. "That's not what your cock tells me." She laughed and I felt her hand gently rub my hardness over my jeans. "Cocks have no brains Emma." "I know but they don't have a conscience either." She giggled, still fondling my cock. It was getting harder for me to keep saying no. And she said the last thing I wanted to hear. "Consider this as my going away gift to you." I fell silent not knowing how to respond. She took my silence as acceptance and said, "Come, let's get out of here." We drove back to her apartment. She invited me in but I politely declined. She shrugged, "Alright. You can go back to your hotel, hug your cold pillow and dream of me." I knew that's exactly what would happen tonight. "Could you at least come in for a drink before you leave?" I knew that should be last thing I should be doing. But I followed her in anyway. She excused herself to change and asked me to pour her a shot of scotch. My eyes nearly popped out when she came back. She was wearing the sheerest negligee I had ever seen. And it was obvious she wore nothing underneath. The soft yellow fabric clung to her body as if it was stitched on to it. The hem was way up above her knees. The swell of her breasts and the contours of her nipples were hard to ignore. Her back was a sight to behold. The sweet round ass made my mouth water. I wanted to bury my face on that soft ass. She smiled and sat down on one of the large leather couches. I sat across from her. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on a foot stool. I was squirming uncomfortably. She smiled and said, "Would you forgive Sarah if she had a one night stand with some guy?" The question caught me completely off guard. "I don't think Sarah would ever..." Emma didn't let me finish. "It is a hypothetical question. And it is not about her. It is about your reaction that I am interested in. I know you love her dearly. Would you?" I thought for a minute. I couldn't recall any person or incident that would make Sarah behave that way. But the thought was intriguing. I asked myself, 'would she?' and if she did, would I be able to forgive and move on? "Emma you don't understand. I cannot imagine her doing something like that, even hypothetically." "Let's take tonight for instance. She's alone in a hotel. She goes down to the bar or to the gym or maybe the pool. A handsome young man hits on her. She's drunk and he accidentally touches her hot spot. You told me she's turned on by physical contact. Well, what if that 'touch' arouses her and they follow through?" Sarah and I have never doubted each other's fidelity. Somehow Emma's words poisoned my mind. But the scene Emma just described made me ask myself what would Sarah do if that situation really happened, even if by accident? "I am not sure. But her response, even if involuntary, would be quite obvious and encouraging to the guy." "Bingo! Now tell me, if it happened and Sarah succumbed to temptation, would you forgive her? And more importantly would you even want to know about it?" I didn't know what this woman was up to but I felt like I was being sucked into a vortex. "Yes I will forgive her if it was just a physical moment. I certainly don't want to know about it though, at least not the gory details." "What if she feels guilty and decides to confide in you?" As I sat there thinking I suddenly noticed that she had been playing with herself. Her fingers were caressing her pussy! The negligee barely covered her fingers and her pussy as she pleasured herself. My cock stood at ram rod attention. I was openly staring at the tantalizing movements of her fingers. Emma slowly pulled her fingers out. They were covered with her juices. She lazily extended her hand toward my face. I could smell the sweet musky odor as she gently rubbed them on my lips. My tongue darted out and licked the sticky cream. She inserted her fingers into my mouth. I sucked her long smooth fingers. I felt her other hand seek out my cock and squeeze it gently. Emma teased, "Would you rather drink the nectar from the bowl or be content with licking the spoon?" She invitingly spread her legs wide apart. Kicking the foot stool out of the way, I knelt down and buried my face between her lovely young thighs. The flesh felt soft and warm between my lips. My tongue slowly eased into her pussy and began to savor the sticky sweet honey dripping from her. "You haven't answered my question. What if she confides her infidelity to you?" I was far too gone by now. "Yes, I would forgive her if she confides that she had sex with another man. I think I will love her more because of her honesty." "How about you? Will you be honest enough to confide in her if you had sex with me tonight?" I pulled my face away from her. "I don't know if she'll forgive me. And I don't want to take any chances. Women feel more threatened than men. Maybe you are different. Which is why I should be leaving right now." I struggled to my feet. "We are far too gone. Fuck me John. It'll be our secret. Sarah doesn't ever have to know." She leaned forward and pulled her negligee off over her head. I stood drinking in that lovely young body with my eyes. I made up my mind. In a matter of seconds I was totally naked. I eased my throbbing cock into her swollen pussy and began to thrust in and out. She moaned, stretched and wrapped her long legs around my back. She kept talking all through the fucking. I realized that I was finally enjoying my dream sex, only with someone other than Sarah. I was now more than ready for dirty talk. I wanted to hear her talk. As dirty as possible. If I am going to cheat on my beloved wife, I might as well enjoy it when I have a partner who loves sensuous talk as much as I do. "Wow, that feels good." Emma moaned in between thrusts. "Emma you just hit on my soft spot. I love dirty talk but Sarah loves quiet action. We are totally incompatible in that aspect. If a handsome young man manages to penetrate her defense, she'll let him fuck her without a care in the world. Sometimes when I am thrusting in and out, I have wondered if she's even aware of me. She will look like she was lost in paradise, enjoying the pleasure of raw animal sex. A huge cock with non-stop pumping abilities is all she'll want at that point." "Wow, tell me more." Emma was squirming with delight as I continued to pound my cock into her. "Sometimes I have even wondered if she would be able to resist if she's raped. If the guy manages to get his cock inside her pussy, she'll be the one raping him." I couldn't believe I said that but I was totally out of control with lust. "Have you ever suspected anyone even coming close to the point of arousing her?" Without thinking I said, "It does seem strange but it just hit me. I think she may have come close just this morning." "Really? With who?" I could feel her body temperature rise and her legs tighten around me, urging me to speed up my thrusts. She seemed to be getting excited with dirty talk just as I was. "One of the movers." "One of Tony's men?" Her voice sounded surprised. Emma had actually picked the movers for us. "It was actually his young son Andrew. Tony asked Andrew to help out since ours was a small load and none of his regular men was readily available. I noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off her from the moment he walked in. I have a feeling he had an opportunity to feel her out too." "Go on!" She was begging now. "I am not sure if anything happened but I know that she slipped and fell and that Andrew caught her before she hit the ground." "You think he touched any of her hot spots accidentally and she reacted?" "I don't know. I did notice that Sarah's was face was flushed when I went to see what the commotion was. And later I caught her lost in thought and she almost jumped when she saw me. When I joined her in the shower, she gave me a great blow job which was strange; I usually have to initiate it." Emma's eyes shone. She pushed me away and knelt in front of me. She kissed the tip of my cock which was dripping with her juices and mine. Lovingly she glided my shaft into her warm wet mouth. The wonderful sensation that engulfed me caused me to climax. She knew I was exploding but didn't stop sucking my cock; she took me deep down her throat. Her hands encircled my waist and held me close while I shuddered with my orgasm. The Movers Ch. 02 Wow! That was a first for me. Sarah has never done that. She's not an oral sex kind of person. Emma on the other hand seemed to enjoy my thrust deep down her throat. And she didn't gag. She simply swallowed the entire load and seemed to enjoy it. "The more I think of it, the more I am convinced that something could have happened between them. I found her bra on the floor where she had been standing when I surprised her. It's not like her to leave clothes strewn all over the place. But the thing that surprised me most was when she suggested I take you out to dinner to thank you for your help." Emma rolled over and grabbed my face and thrust it between her thighs. I didn't resist. She whispered, "I agree with you. She's feeling guilty about something. And everything seems to point towards a quickie with Andrew, right under your nose. Does it bother you?" "Actually I am a bit relieved now and hope they did have a quickie, as you said. I almost don't feel guilty anymore." She was dripping honey and I couldn't have enough of Emma's musky juices. Emma's youthful energy seemed to rub off on me and we kept arousing each other over and over again late into the night or early morning I should say. Emma was fast asleep. I stood and gazed at her naked loveliness for a few minutes. She was lying on her chest, snuggling a pillow under one arm, a leg wrapped around it. I could see her beautiful pussy from where I stood. I felt a stirring and without thinking, quickly pulled out my cell phone and took a few pictures of the gorgeous girl sleeping with her intimates exposed. What a night! I let myself out quietly and headed back to my hotel. After completing my conference call and winding up some other miscellaneous chores at the office, I hit the road. I was not looking forward to the long drive to Houston. I checked out Emma's nude photos in my phone. Although I had just enjoyed this young woman in the flesh, the photos affected my cock instantly. I wanted to gaze at the images one more time before erasing them. I decided to do that as I got closer to Houston. The Movers Ch. 03 She sins again! I woke up refreshed. The night wasn't so bad after all. I slept imagining John taking Emma out to dinner and then ending up having sex with her. I knew John would never do that. But I had done my part in laying the ground work. The rest was up to them. John was a handsome man and most women found him irresistible. Emma was single and gorgeous. Nature has a way of igniting passion in the most unexpected manner when the opportunity presents itself. One thing I was determined not to let happen. Andrew! I was not going to let yesterday's events repeat themselves. I promised to stay clear, out of their way until they left. I would unpack afterwards. I had all the time in the world. There was no rush. I arrived at my new home promptly at 8AM. The truck pulled in a few minutes later. After a few pleasantries, Tony and Andrew got to work. It took them just under two hours to unload our stuff. I pulled my car into the garage, glad to have my own ride. It took them another hour to assemble some of the furniture, including our beds. As soon as they wrapped up, I gave a check to Tony. He smiled when he saw the amount. John had asked me to add five hundred dollars to the agreed amount. They walked out the door and I was about to close the front door when Tony said, "Ms. Turner, I am planning to visit a couple of my friends and try to rustle up some business for my return trip. Andrew will be bored hanging around us oldies. Would you like him to stay and help you unpack? I will swing by on my way back and pick him up." I was impressed by his offer but I wasn't sure it would be a good idea to have him alone in the house. Before I could say no thank you, Andrew quipped, "I noticed that you had labeled all the boxes meticulously. I could move the boxes to the rooms where they belong. It might make unpacking them easier for you later." The sincerity in his voice made me lower my guard. There was no harm in getting his help. Some of the boxes were big and heavy. It would make my job easier. Besides, I wanted to prove to myself that I had everything firmly under control. We worked well together. At one point Andrew removed his t-shirt saying he was hot. It didn't bother me one bit. I went about directing him to the rooms and spots the boxes had to go. I was glad he didn't make a move on me. It would have led to an awkward scene because I was determined not to weaken. It was funny when he kept calling me Ms. Turner. I wanted to say it was okay for him to call me Sarah but I felt he might construe that as an invitation. One of the first things I loved about his house was its huge walk in closet. I mean it was really huge. There were two sections. The first was HIS and HERS was further up. And the ceiling was unusually high for a closet, giving lots of storage room at different levels. I asked Andrew to bring the huge box of my undies to the closet. John had fun packing all my panties, bras, and sheer negligees. He somehow managed to get them all in that one big box. The box was not heavy but it was bulky and so I offered to help Andrew. He said no and hoisted it above his shoulders and walked into HER section of the closet. I tried to move out of his way and in his effort to avoid bumping into me, he tripped and almost fell. Although he steadied himself in time, the box slipped and fell plumb in the middle of the closet. I was aghast as I watched the contents spill. The carpet was literally and colorfully covered with my most intimate garments. Andrew kept apologizing and I told him it was okay. I knelt down to pick them up but sensed a sudden tension build around us. He knelt beside me and picked up a couple of my panties. I avoided looking at him but felt his hot eyes on me. I didn't see him move but suddenly the light went off, leaving the closet pitch dark. I felt an odd excitement course through me. Despite my determination to resist, I was eagerly anticipating his touch! He didn't make me wait for long. I felt his hand from behind, between my thighs, pushing relentlessly against my pussy. My jeans didn't offer much of a resistance. I briefly hesitated before trying to push him away. That moment of hesitation cost me my resolve. He pushed me on my back and I was lying in the middle of a soft bed of silky smooth undergarments. He reached out and expertly undid my button and zipper on my jeans. In one swift motion he yanked it off. He ran his fingers over me in a soft caress and paused when he sensed that I wasn't wearing panties. He buried his face between my parted thighs. His breath felt hot on my pussy and his tongue wreaked havoc on my swollen clitoris. He used a finger to pull one labia to a side and licked my pussy with his hot wet tongue. I began to squirm with delight. My fingers grabbed his head and tried to push his face deeper between my legs. "Fuck me Andrew!" I was almost begging without shame. When had I turned into such a slut? He stood up and I heard him undo his jeans and he was naked in seconds. In the darkness I reached out and felt his cock. It was hard and hot. He suddenly leaned over, grabbed me to a sitting position, and pulled off my top. Then he knelt down, laid me on the carpet and gently eased his throbbing cock into my waiting pussy. The darkness was like an aphrodisiac to me. John knows how much I get turned on in total darkness. I was almost afraid to totally surrender to this young stud who still was a stranger. But as Andrew's thrusts began to speed up, so did my hips. My hips met him half way, eager to feel the full impact of his pounding cock. Andrew had stamina, I must admit. He didn't slow down and kept up the pace for a long time. I was now moaning loudly without shame. I was on my back, my legs spread wide apart. I felt something on my back, something hard but before I could reach under to grab it, Andrew began to pump really hard. Not wishing him to make him lose his momentum, I adjusted myself away from whatever was under me buried inside the pile of silky soft underwear. Andrew suddenly stopped. "Would you like to be on top, Ms. Turner?" It was more of a plea. I was amused that he still didn't feel comfortable calling me Sarah. But I didn't waste a second. We rolled over and I was astride. I started grinding myself against his cock and he said hoarsely, "That's it. Fuck me, Ms. Turner. Fuck me harder." I bend over and began to kiss him. And as he thrust his cock in and out from under me, I heard myself whispering, "Call me Sarah, Andrew. Please call me Sarah." I knew I wasn't going to hold back, stranger or not. It was total shameless surrender to the thrusts of his cock. I was relieved when he finally pushed me over and took control from the top once more. I sensed he was ready to explode and I braced myself for the final onslaught. He didn't disappoint me. I was awash with orgasms while he shuddered and emptied himself into my eager pussy. I held on to him tightly not wanting to let go of that hard muscular young body. He finally wriggled out of my grasp and stood up. The lights came on and I blinked and quickly covered my eyes. When I looked up finally, I saw him staring at me. I suddenly felt uneasy and tried to cover myself with something. I grabbed a bunch of my panties and tried to cover up my dripping pussy and still hard nipples. He said seriously, "Ms. Turner, please don't. I want to see you naked. You are so beautiful." He knelt down near me and moved my hands away from my body. I didn't resist. His roaming eyes were arousing me at alarming rate. And his cock was stiffening again! 'Suck my cock Sarah. I want to feel those lovely lips on my cock." He didn't wait for my response; he just pulled my head down to his lap and rubbed his cock on my lips. It was still slick with our juices but strangely it didn't bother me even though it was not my favorite sex act. Either he didn't like the way I sucked his cock or he wanted more pussy action which actually suited me just fine. He pulled me to my feet and led me to our bed. He made me stay on my knees with my back jutting out while he knelt and positioned himself behind me. I hugged a pillow and waited for his thrust from behind. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled my ass back. I gasped as his cock slipped inside my pussy and began to pound in short quick strokes. It was simply out of this world. I moaned loudly as my orgasms wracked my body. As he exploded inside me I collapsed onto my pillow. He lay over me and held me tightly, still pumping his last few drops. We lay quietly for a while, catching our breaths. Then I gently rolled out from under him and went into the bathroom. I washed the mess under the hot shower and quickly dried myself. I wrapped a large pink terry bath towel around my chest and walked back into the bedroom. My mind was already planning on how to stop this madness from continuing. Andrew was still on the bed. He stared at me for a few minutes and said softly, "Take off that towel and come over to me Sarah. I want to taste your pussy." My body reacted to this invitation despite my resolve not to let it continue. He leaned over and pulled off the offending towel. He licked his lips with an exaggerated roll of his tongue. With a swift tug he jerked me on to the bed. I was on my back with my legs spread eagled. Andrew's face was buried between my thighs in an instant. I don't know how long that lasted but it felt wonderful. Andrew knew how to use his tongue and fingers to excite a woman. And I relaxed and just enjoyed the intimacy his passionate licking brought about. My cell phone suddenly rang. I had to reach out to pick it up from the bedside table. It was John! "Darling, did the movers arrive on time?" I was breathless but I managed to answer, "Yes and they left almost a couple of hours ago." I don't know why I lied. I asked, "Where are you?" "I should be there in a couple of hours. Weekend traffic seems to be picking up." I tried to push Andrew away but he had a firm grip on my thighs. He pushed them apart and rubbed my clit with his nose. I nearly moaned out loud. Mercifully John decided to hang up. I asked him to drive carefully as I hurriedly hung up. "Your pussy is a mouthful, Sarah." I blushed but managed to say, "Andrew we need to stop." "Why? Looks like you are the kind of woman who can never say no to sex. Anytime, anyplace!" He was absolutely right. But for some reason I wanted to defend myself and my actions these past couple of days. "Whether you believe it or not, I have never behaved like this before. John is a great lover." "You looked so hot in those shorts. Just watching your swaying butt caused me an erection. And then when I felt your supple breasts, I went crazy. Your reaction when I subtly squeezed your breasts told me that if handled it right I could end up lucky. I was right." "Can I trust you to keep this to yourself?"It was a stupid question but his answer startled me. "Ms. Turner, I have never messed with a married woman before. But you seemed so vulnerable yet so desirable that I lost control. I assure you that I would never hurt you or your family. Besides, if my father comes to know of this he would skin me alive. He has a strict policy when it comes to mixing business with pleasure." His words were comforting. He went on, "Mr. Turner is a lucky man to have such a hottie waiting for him every night." I had to agree. "Yes, I wear him out but he is very sensitive to my needs. I love him so dearly. I feel terribly guilty about what we did." My voice trembled as I said that and my eyes suddenly welled up. Andrew saw my tears. "I am so sorry Ms. Turner." His voice showed genuine remorse. But before he could say anything further, we heard a honk from outside. Tony was back. He hugged me hastily before heading to the door. I sat down on the couch in the living room and closed my eyes. What had I done? How could I have succumbed to a stranger's touch so easily? That too repeatedly! This was beyond reason. Yesterday's action was sudden but today's was unforgiveable. I was shocked that guilt hadn't hit me yet. I sat there thinking how I would confide all this to my husband. And what would his reaction be? The more I thought about it the more convinced I was that I should not rush my confession. It would be a terrible thing to do to him when he had just been promoted and was looking forward to making a huge impression on his boss. He needed peace at home. My indiscretion would devastate him. I was not going to hide it from him forever; I was going to give him a few days then confide and accept the consequences. But I had a faint hope that he had a fling with Emma. She's pretty vivacious but it'd take a lot to sway John. I took a long hot shower to get rid of any lingering scent of Andrew. I waited for John in the living room wearing the pink bath towel and nothing else. The moment I heard his car drive up I opened the garage door. He parked the car and literally ran inside the house and took me in his arms. The towel slipped and he stared at me with lust in his eyes. I led him to the soft leather couch and helped him remove his pants and shirt. He didn't waste any time; his cock was soon plunging in and out of my pussy at a feverish pitch. I was surprised at his stamina especially after that long drive. When he finally climaxed I held on to him tightly, as if afraid of losing him. Tired as were we both quickly fell as asleep. We woke up around 8 o'clock and it was already dark outside. We hit the showers together, lazily soaping each other and generally getting ready for our first night of love making in our new home. As I walked into my closet to grab a negligee, I stopped dead in my tracks! My silky intimates were still sprinkled all over the carpet. I had forgotten all about that mess. To my shock John walked in and hugged me from behind, rubbing his cock on my butt. When he saw the rainbow inside the closet, he said, "Looks like a tornado hit this closet!" I murmured, "Andrew dropped the box when he brought it in and I said I'd pick them later." And as I bend over to pick them up he said, "Hey hold it right there" and rushed out. He came back with his phone and asked me to sit in the middle of the colorful pile and took some pictures from all angles. When John knelt down to help me, I giggled and grabbed his phone and began to look at the images of my lingerie exhibition. As I flicked through them I froze. I quickly scrolled further back and couldn't believe my eyes! Emma appeared to be sleeping, totally naked! There was even a close up shot of her pussy. So John did sleep with Emma. Although I had been hoping for this to happen, seeing how young and lovely she was made me jealous! John, who had been busy tidying up the scattered undies, suddenly held something up. "Hey whose is this?" I realized it was Andrew's watch. Somehow it must have fallen when he stumbled with the box. And this was what had hurt me when Andrew had pushed me on my back. "It's Andrew's I guess. It must have fallen off in the melee." I watched John pick up a couple of my panties and look at them strangely. I realized to my horror that they were stained and stiff with Andrew's dried semen. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach and knew the moment of truth was here sooner than I had wanted. I silently handed his phone back to him. He glanced down at the screen and I saw a flicker of shock in his eyes. John straightened and grabbed my hands and gently pulled me up. Before I could say anything he whispered, "I am sorry baby I screwed up. I promise it'll never happen again." I stepped into his open arms and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and whispered back, "I hope you'll also forgive me for my uncharacteristic behavior." He asked, "Want to talk about it?" I shook my head vigorously and said emphatically, "No, certainly not! It'll only make matters worse." He nodded sagely, "So what do you suggest we do now?" His expression changed and I saw the beginnings of a smile. Encouraged, I smiled back at him and slowly went down on my knees, keeping my eyes connected to his. He didn't waste a moment. His cock began to stiffen as he gently rubbed the head on my lips. My tongue flickered out and licked along his shaft. He sighed and suddenly eased his swollen penis into my eager mouth. I had a feeling that he wanted to cum in my mouth and surprisingly I was eager to accommodate his fantasy.