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Working Wife

By: OzmanA



Lyn and I lived parallel lives for seventeen years, the same school, same class and same church, etc. After high school I went interstate to college and it wasn't until we were in our mid twenties that we met again; a blind date arranged by mutual friends. 

One would describe Lyn as pretty rather than a great beauty; she ditched her heavy spectacles for a much more elegant gold framed style and coloured her hair auburn, from its natural, nondescript brown, while her previously tall, skinny figure had filled out more than a a little, a fact not hidden by the long loose frock she wore. We spent the whole evening catching up on the intervening years and I found that I was attracted to her, despite her shortcomings in the dress department and her ingrained conservatism, seeing some potential if she was to dress more liberally.

Our friends, Barry and Delys Coops, obviously thought so too and spoke to her about it, she revealed to me later. The next time we met was a cocktail party which Bazza had invited me to and she wore a little black number like most women there. However it revealed a lovely slim figure with round hips, nicely padded bottom and a gorgeous small bosom. Her black nylon-sheathed legs were rounder and more shapely than I'd remembered and her hips had a delicious sway as she walked away to the ladies room.

Although we'd both been persuaded to sign the temperance pledge at sunday school, a matter which caused a degree of good humoured levity when we told the other two, we were both drinking. I'd begun at university, but Lyn had only taken her first tipple on her leaving our home town in recent times to come east. When we arrived back at their house she was tipsy and there was no peck on the cheek to farewell me, but taking my arm, led me inside for a coffee before the other couple retired for the night.

She snuggled up to me on the sofa and we kissed for the first time ever, her lips like an inexperienced young girl's, soft and unsure. When I poked my tongue her lips parted for me and I explored her mouth, her breath then becoming a little ragged as she jerked at the thrill of this intimacy, but doing nothing to dissuade me. She was trembling hotly with what I hoped was excitement, as was I, thrilling as I felt her breasts through the fabric of her cocktail frock, gently tweaking a nipple as I realized that her boobs were unfettered by a brassiere. I reached behind to unzipper her dress and she relaxed her tight embrace momentarily as I pulled the bodice away from her chest, giving me a brief glimpse of two lovely white titties which were bigger than I'd thought, before pulling her body hard against mine once more. 

"Love your boobs," I murmured tremulously as I forced my hand between us to fondle them again.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she smiled shyly.

"Nope, only the ones with nice boobs," I responded and heard her giggle for the first time.

She twisted her upper body back from me for a better look at her breasts, watching and jerking while I pinched and twiddled her pallid, protuberant nipples atop large, shiny, taut areolae.

"Nice?" I asked.

"Mmmmmmmm," she agreed so I lowered my face to suck and nibble at each of them in turn, hearing our hearts pounding as one.

"Stevie?"

"Hmm?" 

"Take your shirt off?"

I complied and felt her warm silkiness against my chest.

"I just wanted to feel your bare skin against me. It's gorgeous," she told me.

I put my hand on her thigh and slid it upwards to find naked flesh above the lace tops of her stayups. She'd put her hand on mine to prevent further progress and, as I felt her grip slowly relax, moved it up again to press it to the gussett of her panties. With luck I'd scored an almost direct hit on her clitoris, but she once more clamped my hand to prevent further manual exploration of her secret places. When she relaxed once again I pressed and found the swollen pleasure pearl before she jerked violently at the thrill and closed her thighs tightly.

"I'm sorry," she breathed tearfully. "This is all new to me. I've never been this far before. It's nice, but scary to me. Can you be a little bit patient with me?"

"You're a virgin still?" I asked, trying not to sound surprised.

Mind you, at that stage I'd only had sex on a few occasions, mainly with a tutor who'd taken upon herself to rid me of my unwanted virtue, with the connivance of classmates who knew my secret. In my first year of tertiary studies I got myself a skinful of gargle and, silly me, had blabbed about life's unfairness leaving me virginal while my peers fucked themselves to a standstill every day. With that out of the way I was persuaded to join a competition to seduce all virgins; the only thing to qualify them as chaste being their physical unattractiveness and I lost my fifty dollar entry fee by targetting super-fuglies who weren't intact. For the rest of my time at university they were both solicituously friendly and kept asking me out. 

Lyn nodded sadly, hugging me again, then opening her pale thighs to allow me manual access to her warm, wet crotch. I slipped a finger under the elastic leg band of her lacy knickers and found well-trimmed circle of brown pubic fur above a hairless vulva with thick, frilly inner labia and a bigger clitoris than I'd ever felt before.

"Oh! Ooh! Ooooh!" she gasped as I pressed and circled the little nub then ran my finger up and down her vulvar cleft before delving inside her with a slippery finger. 

It was very tight and proved her chastity, although I was quite sure she hadn't lied about it. She lifted her bottom as I pulled her panties off, then stopped me.

"Come in here, it's more private," she whispered, leading me by the hand to her bedroom and a femininely appointed, queen-sized bed with teddies and other soft toys. "Take your clothes off. I want to see you nude Stevie."

As I got my gear off she wiggled out of her dress and stood there waiting in just her stockings. 

"Oh Dear God!" she gasped when my erect penis, there's only about sixteen centimetres of it, sprang out of my descending jocks to quiver horizontally under her gaze.

She silently put her fingertip on a place above her deeply slit navel and frowned as she realized the potential depth of penetration.

"You'll have to show me what to do Stevie. I haven't the faintest idea."

"Just relax darling," I told her as reassuringly as I could manage. "Do we need to take precautions?"

She shook her head. "I'm on the pill. That's how I got these," she told me on cupping her breasts and shaking them. Suddenly I found her to be desirable and vulnerable and just so sweet; I didn't want to fuck it up by any foolish move on my part. I'd heard one guy I knew expounding upon defloration, he had a reputation as a bit of a lad, so I'd resolved to use his stated method. I pushed her down on her back and tenderly pushed her thighs apart as she lay holding her breath. Applying my mouth to her cologne scented pussy I poked my tongue inside her vagina until it hurt a little before using my lips to pull at, my teeth to tease and my tongue to press and circle her thrilled clit as she writhed and rolled around in pleasure-induced delerium. Her hips rotated and thrust with increasing urgency until crying out as her shapely figure became rigid and convulsions of pleasure racked her whole body in orgasm.

She clawed at my shoulders as I crawled forward over her supine body and prodded at her pussy, now unctuous with love juices, pushing my knob into her tight slit. "Oooooh!" she moaned, but without distress.

I pushed again firmly and she cried louder as my knob stretched her hymen, then penetrated her further when it ruptured with the pressure and I worked my cock right inside her with a series of short thrusts and withdrawals. 

"You're right inside me?" she asked in a little voice.

I nodded and she smiled.

"It wasn't so bad. I've heard stories about fainting in agony and similar stuff. Del reckoned she didn't try it again for five years after her first time because it hurt so much," she told me.

She experimentally rotated her hips and, feeling no real pain, encouraged me to try some pelvic movement. Surprisingly, her vagina had loosened quite considerably in the absence anticipatory tension and I slid my prick in and out of her with increasing ease until we had worked ourselves into a wild, belly pounding gallop towards sexual relief. 

"Oooh gawd Stevie," she cried abandonedly, "I'm going to come again."

With that I shoved my bursting tool deep within her belly to gush my warm load into her womb, triggering her climax as we lay locked tightly together in the paralytic embrace of orgasmic bliss, our sweat glistening forms then convulsing repeatedly. 

"You okay Lyn?" I asked when her panting breath eventually evened again.

"Ooh yes," she said huskily. "You know, I think I could get used to doing that, after a while."

I hugged her and the next thing I knew was Del waking me to give me a cup of tea.

"Sounded like a Rugby match in here last night," she smiled easily at Lyn who blushed deeply.

"Well you know whom I learned it from," she retorted, then, to me. "These two really give voice to their pleasures. Really loudly."

"You need to show your partner how much you're enjoying yourself," Delys chuckled. "The louder the better, eh Steven?"

I just nodded in appreciation of her openness about our sex, knowing that we could whoop it up during sex in their house. They knew about Lyn's sexual status I assumed, so I supposed that their attitude was quite comforting to her, shagging unrestrainedly in their bedroom next door to demonstrate that it didn't have to be an entirely secretive activity.

"We got so horny when you lost your cherry that we had to get it on again too," she told us happily. "As good as a porno video to us."

Lyn and I remained in bed until lunchtime, exploring the delights of sex, particularly of the oral variety. She got to be an excellent fellatrix and grew to enjoy the mutual intimacy of soixante-neuf with me, though I really prefer each activity separately because it's easier to concentrate on one thing at a time.

* 

I spent the weekend there and then thereafter until they suggested that I ditch my place and move in with Lyn. I resisted this idea until it became a matter of an urgent choice, the others already seeing Lyn and I as lifelong partners, between a marriage and a goodbye. As much as I liked her I couldn't really say I loved her enough to make a lifetime committment. She was more than just nice to have around, funny too, under Baz and Del's influence, so I found it hard to imagine my life without her. And of course there was the sex which she'd come to seriously love and vocalize in competition with Del.

Eventually I decided to take the line of least resistance to move in with them before drifting into marriage. I supposed that I could as easily drift out of it again, but didn't think that far ahead as I was using my dick for a job that required brainpower. 

However fate intervened then and my firm sent me to work in the Port Vila office for four months where I met Stephanie Lane, a divorcee, who appeared to fancy me. The first fortnight was bloody marvelous and I learned a great deal about lovemaking as well as good old-fashioned shagging. I fell deeply in lust with Stef, but after a month she went to move in with an older guy, leaving me with a reminder that she'd told me at the beginning it was just a casual affair; just for fun. There were other girls, all younger than I, but by week eleven I was constantly thinking about Lyn. I'd developed an awful empty ache in the gut that I'd felt after Stef gave me the big flick. With her departure it lasted ten days, until I met Jill, but it was now all of three weeks and I really wanted Lyn. I prayed I hadn't burnt my boats by just dropping out of her life without a word, but didn't dare send a letter in case I got the answer I didn't want to hear. 

Even worse followed as I was required to spend another four weeks in Vila. I thought of resigning, but understood that the only thing harder to handle than arriving home without a girlfriend was arriving home without either a girlfriend or a job. 

Anyway, when I did get home there were no messages so I rang Lyn.

"Would it be too late to ask you to marry me?" I enquired with nothing to lose then.

"Never too late," she told me. "Let's not be too precipitous though. I'm quite alone over this weekend, so why don't you come on around for a bit of rumpy-pumpy and we'll talk about it. I need to make sure that you're sure."

I couldn't believe my ears, but on arrival at her front door with as many roses as I could carry found the most gorgeous vision of womanhood all made up and completely nude beneath a sheer, black pegnoir. The others were away for the long-weekend so we made up for lost time with gusto, Lyn shedding a lot of her natural reserve as we fucked lustily all over the house.

* 

We were married a month later with Baz and Delys as our witnesses. They'd convinced Lyn that they had all pressured me a bit too hard about moving in and a break was a certain way for me to find what I really wanted; a future with her, or elsewhere. It all sounded a little like falcon training to me, but I was glad to be back. 

Our families got their noses out of joint over not being included, but we soothed them by swearing we'd have a ceremony when we next visited our home town.

* A couple of years later we'd moved into our own place with the obligatory morgage, lawnmowing and gardening, etc. We'd also taken to visiting a nude beach in the bush reserve at the bottom of our street with Bazza and Delys and had developed suntans like them. Lyn looked so absolutely fabulous with a full, golden tan and, with Del, had had her crotch, except for a triangle of fine, silky, pubescent regrowth hair on her pubic mound, after being both electronically and chemically depilated. She enjoys wearing stockings and lingerie for me, but only in the home; still going to work in conservative suits or frocks with mid-calf hemlines.

One night she seemed distracted over something, distant and off her food, before I got her to open up about her problem. 

"There's these two guys, both married, who are competing to have sex with all twenty-seven females in our office during this calendar year. They keep at the girls until they give in, I mean they don't make threats over losing your job or anything like that, just the pressure to join their game. Today I found Ross and Olivia Cranston banging furiously in the stationery store and last week saw Penny Devlin, very flushed and looking rather pleased with herself after being inside with Ted. Penny's only my own age, but Olivia's well over forty. Even that mousey Monica Leppitz has been ticked off on both lists after spreading her legs for them, so I'm dreading a proposition any day now."

The concept got me horny, visualizing all those attractive married ladies putting out in the cause of a wager and even my own lovely bride joining in to enjoy a knee-trembler in the stationery storeroom. Olivia was stupendous; tall and statuesque, with a bust that you could suffocate in and legs which would crush you in her excitement. Even though Lyn had revealed that her bosom was mainly saline inserts, they jiggled so naturally and I'd enjoy checking them out for defects. Likewise, Penny was tall and elegant, cool and blonde while Monica was shy, but less reserved than Lyn.

"Just refuse them," I suggested lamely, reaching over to feel her snatch.

She felt my super-stiff cock. "That aroused you!" she accused.

I nodded and she let me fuck her, but without real enthusiasm on her part.

The following day I got her a mini-cassette recorder and fixed the remote microphone in her favourite brooch, showing her how to operate it to record any propositions she received.

"I'm sorry I was irritable Steve," she told me. "I know one can't control what one finds erotic. Del told me that Barry gets horny from a fantasy of seeing her fucked by another man. Does it excite you too, another man doing me I mean?"

I nodded. "It does, I'm afraid."

She recorded both Ross and Ted trying to get her to have it off with them and it made me seriously hard when she played each new proposition to me in bed at night. Even Lyn was eventually aroused by the concept of a stranger banging her for no more reason than the fairly tenuous motive of a rogering competition, but it was something she never thought she'd actually do.

There was a rule in the guys' competition which allowed for substitution so, as it became obvious that Lyn was a lost cause, had her transferred to another branch and quickly seduced her replacement to take the money. In the meantime Lyn had found that her new situation was one of being out of the frying pan and into the fire. The new manager at her branch had come from an overseas posting and was used to an unusual degree of pampering by his female staff. A roster of all twenty-one women had been drawn up to see to small matters like mail, coffee maker, coffee for visitors, substituting for the receptioniste during absences and so on. These were in addition to the requirements of their duty statement on hiring and became necessary due to downsizing by the company.

There was also another non-compulsory duty, not mentioned by anyone, that Lyn discovered on one of her rostered days as she knocked and stepped into Mr Carruther's office to find Mrs Alison Dewar reclining across his desk as he thrust his truly comment-worthy tool in and out of the blonde, furry confluence of her long, shapely, nyloned legs. Her pink sweater was up under her armpit and her bra unfastened to bare her big lolling bust which jerked and quivered with each lusty shove of his hips.

"Thanks Lyn," he gritted when she dropped the mail on his desk and turned to flee. "Drop the deadlock button on the door?"

She'd described the scene with much less outrage than she'd done with her earlier experiences and I wondered then whether she might not have softened her attitude to casual nooky, but she said not. 

"So what's in it for the girls besides a regular bit of adulterous nooky?" I enquired. 

She blushed and lowered her eyes."They get their mortgage payment made," she told me simply.

"Oh," I said.

"Oh? That's virtually prostitution, in fact it's quite literally whoring! They're selling their bodies!"

"But they're not doing it for free, like sluts. He wants something; they want something. Everyone gets what they want," I said. "It finalises their mortgage more quickly for the sake of a quickie once a what?"

"A week, I think," she frowned. "Don't you see anything wrong with that? How would you feel if I went whoring for our mortgage?"

"I'm not sure," I said honestly, but the bulge in the front of my pajamas indicated how I felt about it in general terms and she took full advantage of my condition, popping it inside her warm, juicy love pouch. "I think I'd be very aroused if you did it."

* 

"Oh that sort of thing goes on all the time in every workplace," Del said airily when we told her about the events in Lyn's office.

"Yes, so I gather," said Lyn impatiently. "But would you do it?"

"No, but I can understand why people do," said Del.

Barry stuck his head forward to stare at her in a manner signifying utter disbelief.

"Oh thanks a lot Barry," she said bitterly. "Tell everyone why don't you."

"It's not everyone just Stevie and Lyn. I do reckon we should at least be honest with them. We'd expect that," he told her.

She blushed deeply as we waited with bated breath.

"You heard about Barry losing his university research position and having to go out to do field work again? Well during that six months' hiatus we were really hurt financially. One of our top executives is a well-known rogerer of female staff, so I went out to attract his eye at the time his assistant was in the process of moving out, prepared to put out with him for the same money that I'd discovered that Carol had been getting for being his weekly, sexual playmate. I wasn't going to tell Barry at all, but I felt so guilty after my first time I just had to."


Working Wife



"How did you attract him?" asked Lyn.

"I took all my skirts up fifteen centimetres, started wearing crotchless hose or stockings and not wearing bras or knickers."

Lyn blushed at her revelation, clearly visualizing herself similarly clad in public. "And then?"

"I told him that I was happy to provide the same services as Carol under the same arrangement if I became his assistant. He let me audition for him there and then, pleased that I was prepared in my dress and bringing my own condom and lube. I got the job and the raise that went with it, as well as my monthly fee for personal service." 

"And how did you feel Barry?" Lyn wanted to know.

"Well, I'd had this fantasy over Del doing it with another man or men for ages, even selling sex, you know, the idea of a reluctant, nice girl having a taste for slutty behaviour when she eventually tries it. I feel proud at her initiative in saving us from losing the house and seeing us a very long way ahead of where we would've been and pride at a lady who has many facets, who can turn her hand to anything. What I'd really like is Del actually at whoring, but we haven't figured how just yet. Our sex is pretty brilliant now, particularly on the days she does it, then comes home to tell me every detail."

Del nodded to confirm his thoughts on her activities.

"And you Del?" Lyn enquired.

"I feel pretty pleased with myself. The fact that Des wanted to sample my wares right off kept me from any anticipation period that might have caused me to chicken out, although I'd pretty well resolved to go through with it, whatever occurred. He's all you could want in an older guy as a sex client; urbane, moderately good looking, likes what I do and smells nice. I'd hate to think it's all I can do as a job, but it makes me feel pretty daring and proud as a second job."

"So you see it as a good career move?"

"Don't you?"

Lyn had to agree with her, but was under no illusion that it was a course that she should follow, however as the weeks passed she often found herself daydreaming about her being summoned to Mr Caruthers' office, requested to undress and feeling his big cock slide into her as she lay spreadeagled, naked across his desk. She had never confided in me in relation to her sex fantasies, but one evening asked me whether I would want to know before she put out for the boss on her initial effort. I answered in the negative, the decision being hers alone to make, saying that I'd support her whatever her choice was, although I hoped she would do it despite being fully aware that if her initial experience was positive she'd go on with it as Del had done. The fact that Bazza too saw it so positively dispelled any fears of my wife becoming a harlot.

"Are you thinking more seriously about it now darling?" I enquired of her.

"No...well yes...no...I don't know really," she mumbled and told me of her recent daydreams, asking me what I thought they meant.

"Well, people do have fantasies, but they don't always want them to come true. If they were to become a reality they might lose their appeal, but on the other hand they might be very a powerful experience, life-changing even. Like everything else though, you have to go through with it to know whether or not it's for you, otherwise it'll remain a daydream and you'll die still wondering. Mind you, it's better to stay on the safe side and not take any kind of risk that could change everything you know now."

"Thank you my darling," she said drily. "That answered exactly none of my questions."

A couple of months went by without her mentioning the matter, not even to Del in my hearing, so I began to think that the idea had been filed away as a 'no further action' subject. However, one morning as I dropped her at the railway station I glanced back in the rear view mirror and saw a woman in a saffron frock displaying most of her curvaceous, tan nylon encased legs and attracting long, backward glances from several blokes. My momentary envy for her percieved friend suddenly became pride as I realized it was my spouse I saw and resolved to get my nose out of the morning paper in future. It seemed that she'd been raising her hems and tightening her dresses, little by little in order to discover at which point attractiveness became provocation in the a masculine mind. Perhaps, I thought, the idea was still gnawing away at her consciousness and that made me so horny that I had to feign a sick tummy to relieve my sexual tension in the toilet. Alison Dewar's spouse had been posted abroad so she was leaving, creating the need to find a replacement for Mr Carruthers' sexual playmate, causing Lyn a degree of trepidation about what she'd decide to do if asked to take the position. It was clear now that sexual favours were an unwritten clause in the duty statement for personal assistants, but there was no shortage of aspirants for the position as Mr Carruthers was deemed to be 'nice'. And of course there was the step up in both pay and status as well as the 'bonuses' paid into their mortgage account, so at least five women, three marries and two single, wanted the job with all it entailed. 

Well as matters transpired it was another married woman, Wendy Perrone, a bit older than Lyn, who got the job. When Wendy eventually emerged from her new boss's office she was blushing profusely, but a gleam of triumph shone in her eyes after having obviously auditioned successfuly for the position. Lyn could hardly believe she was sitting there envying a fallen woman's new status as a corporate harlot who owed her position to a willingness to sell her body as much as her skill as a company player, but she was disappointed not to have at least been asked. 

'What would I have said if he had asked me?' she asked herself, realizing that next time any vacancy arose the question would probably not be merely hypothetical, but a serious enquiry as to her preparedness for a corporate casting couch. Would she be able to put all those ingrained moral precepts aside to embrace an activity that both excited and scared her so much? She also knew the answer to the questions she'd asked on finding apparently ordinary, respectable ladies prepared to prostitute themselves to further their careers, despite the antidiscrimination laws; they did it as another workplace challenge to overcome.

Later that afternoon she was called to Carruthers' office.

"Come in and sit you down Lyn," he said warmly. "Now, Wendy's moved into Alison's slot as you know. Did you have any desire to fill the position?"

"I didn't think I'd be eligible," she said self-consciously. "I haven't been here very long." 

"Oh, length of service is no criterion, well not in itself, but I do have three ladies who could be selected before you, if any one of them wants it. The reason I mention this is that you seem obviously willing to perform all the duties we expect of our lady executive assistants, as evidenced by your demeanour and dress, and there will certainly be an opening for you here in due course. However, it might be some time away and most ladies have more immediate financial needs. I'm assuming you're in that position and seek a position sooner rather than later, so I've recommended you to my colleague Mr Patterson who was quite smitten when he saw you this morning. He's over at head office so it would a good jump up for you." 

"Well, I was really looking to stay here," she told him. "No disrespect intended towards Mr Patterson, but I don't know him at all, but I know you. You'd understand that it's important for a woman to feel secure in this kind of close working relationship."

He smiled kindly. "Of course my dear, but if you do happen to change your mind you should tell me as he hasn't any immediate replacement in mind, but that situation won't last forever I'm sure."

She promised she would and felt rather pleased with herself in being safe from any immediate need to decide upon her moral future while being seen as a girl who 'will', at least until the next proposition came along.

One Friday night she arrived home late and a bit tipsy, unusually getting another drink and claiming not to be hungry, but was subdued and apparently contemplative over something she wasn't ready to share with me immediately, even in bed. We did all of our Saturday chores and were thinking about what we'd feed Del and Baz that night at dinner, but Lyn was still withdrawn and I began to suspect that she'd done it at last. I waited for her to tell me in her own good time, knowing she would, but nevertheless dying to discover whether or not my wife had joined what our Minister used to call the 'frail sisterhood'. 

Lyn perked up after a few drinks and a couple of Baz's outrageous stories about 'office romances' and the difficulty for younger employees in finding a secluded spot to indulge in hiding the sausage. 

The other's seemed to sense that Lyn had something to say, but waited for her to speak. There was a pregnant pause until she looked around at all of us before saying anything.

"I did it," she told us simply. "not all the way, but I sucked him off."

"Who?" I asked. 

"Mr Elphinston, the relieving manager. Carruthers's on leave and Wendy's off too, so he asked me to fill in after asking me if I was aware of their arrangement. He obviously took it to mean I was prepared to put out, but I had to explain that I hadn't yet done the deed and wasn't quite sure I was ready to, when he put the hard word on me. Anyway he was very good about it and said he was happy to wait for me as others weren't about to accommodate him. Anyway, yesterday he asked me to lock the door to his office and let him see my body naked, so I slipped off my frock and undies and posed in my crotchless hose and shoes as he took out his doodle to wank. I felt rather silly standing there as he played with himself and went over and stroked it for him before kneeling on the carpet to suck his dick. He sat on the edge of his desk and I on the chair as he played with my boobs until he came in my mouth and I made much of swallowing it all. He asked me how I felt about what I'd just done while I dressed again and I said that I found it so much easier than I'd expected. But did I enjoy it, he wanted to know. I told him I had and that I felt a lot less uptight over the prospect of going all the way, although I needed to prepare myself for that."

"Do you? Feel better about it, I mean?" I asked. "Are you going to go all the way?"

"If it's okay with you Stevie."

"You know it is my love." 

"Tell me about your favourite fantasy again?"

"I'd love to see you being banged by another guy, really fucked hard with you shoving right back and yelling with pleasure."

"Close your eyes and visualize it; my pussy, the big prick sliding in and out all wet, a guy's bottom pumping hard, his muscular back, his neck, his face... Who do you see?"

I opened my eyes and looked directly into Bazza's gaze. "Barry," I gulped.

"He's yours," grinned Del as Lyn shed her button through dress to reveal her nakedness beneath.

He whipped off his shorts and shirt as my wife lay back along the coffee table and opened her legs widely to accommodate my best mate's cock for the first time. He was uncircumcised and the heart-shaped purple knob was much wider than the haft of his dark cock, stretching her thick, prominent inner labia as he completely entered her willing pussy with a quick shove of his trembling hips. His tool glistened with her welling love-juices as he knelt over her writhing, jerking body to thrust as hard and as vigourously as she needed him to. It was rough sex; no kissing, no caressing or fondling, just hard pelvic thrusting to provide maximum vaginal friction.

"Oh, oh, oh oh, oooooh," she gasped at his fierce banging.

"Oh Christ Lynie! You're hot, seriously hot, babe!" his voice jerky with his strenuous exertions toward their sexual relief.

They were on the point of orgasm when Delys quickly stripped off her few garments and looked at me with one querying eyebrow raised above the other.

Needing no further prompting, I shed my gear and pulled her to the carpet and into my embrace as we kissed deeply and each rubbed our exploring hands over the other's trembling body. I was more than a little relieved to find that she was so excited as I'd thought her experiences might have left her rather blase about sex, but this and later interludes with Del, made me see than the opposite was the case. She had become a very hot and sexually able woman who enjoyed giving pleasure as much as receiving.

She pulled me over into her valley of pleasure and put my knob to her hot juicy pussy before I slid my penis easily inside her willing vagina as Lyn cried out ecstatically in orgasm. Delys held me tightly with her long legs around my waist and her feet crossed high above my back as I pumped my hips furiously at her exposed posterior region, my hard belly thumping loudly on the moist backs of her thighs and buttocks, both of us panting and gasping with our excited sexual exertions. I didn't make too much sound, due mainly to shyness I suppose, but she knew the sounds and words and manual caresses to encourage any bloke to the very pinacle of sexual endeavour. I couldn't think while I was fucking, my whole being so focused on giving her pleasure that everything else was just a sort of vague blur in the distance, knowing that my orgasm would be unusually satisfying. 

"Ooooh shit, ooooh dear!" she cried and I was in danger of fatal internal damage as her hard legs tightened around my torso.

I spoofed a small squirt of semen into her body, having earlier made love to Lyn, and clung to her as she convulsed time and again until I'd begun to worry at both the intensity and how long her climax had lasted. Both Barry's and my cocks hung limply after such our strong sexual bouts, but our girls wanted things to continue from the quite mischievous looks on their faces on returning from the bathroom. Del reached to tenderly squeeze and fondle one of Lyn's tits before having the favour returned. In a moment they were deep kissing, holding nothing back while their tongues probed and poked each others' mouths, then moving to a head to head position then down to mutually suck and nibble at the other's swollen nipples.

Lyn was in a supine position with Del kneeling above her on all fours tolet her friend make the pace in their love-making. Del moved her knees and elbows further apart to lower herself over Lyn and get her mouth to a juicy quim awaiting her attentions. I was amazed at Lyn's willingness to join in after earlier making it clear that sex with another lady was a real 'no-no' as far as she was concerned, her tongue exploring Del's pretty puffy pussy, titillating her protuberant pink pleasure pearl and poking deep between the folds of her inner labia.

Both women were making gasping and groaning sounds as they pleasured each other, their bodies glowing pink and shining with exertion as they caressed and fondled, apparently oblivious to our appreciative staring. My jolly red rogerer was, by then, very hard and horny so I moved to kneel behind Del to quickly slide it into her unctuous snatch as Baz inserted his prick into my wife's cunt. My cock pistoning in Del's cunt made lewd slurpy, farty sounds and pumped her love juices out over the backs of her thighs to moisten mine as my abdomen slapped on her flexing buttocks. I felt Lyn playfully licking my dangling balls and as she sucked them both into her mouth I came, unable to hold myself back with that kind of intense thrill.

When I withdrew Lyn returned to her oral ministrations to Del's cunt with Baz's penis sliding in her sheath and his wife's tongue on her clitty until they seemed to come at once with a great convulsion of pure bliss. I felt a bit left out at that point, but we've done it very often since and usually achieve simultaneous climaxes. 

*

When I dropped her off on Monday morning I could see that Lyn was nervous and assumed that it was the day that she'd yield to the system and become a company whore. I knew I still felt positively about the idea as I was hard and horny, despite us having made energetic love earlier on the strength of my 'morning glory', a condition which would last all day. 

When I picked her up that afternoon she remained bright-eyed and slightly flushed at her experience, talking rather loudly and fast, however things had gone well and had apparently left positive feelings all around. I couldn't wait until we arrived home so I got her to tell me as I drove.

On arrival at work she felt as if others were looking at her in the sure knowledge that she'd take that final step into life as a corporate courtesan sometime that day, but a decision she'd yet to take, although she was quite prepared. Mr Elphinston looked at her appreciatively each time she brought matters for his attention in to his office, imagining those long legs girdling his middle and her boobs jerking and quivering at each lusty thrust of his hips, while she knew that her time for consideration was up as far as a prospective relationship with him was concerned. While sitting at her desk she removed her lacy knickers and awaited his summons, determined to appear more decisive than she felt, to show him that she was executive-assistant material. 

"Lyn, have you finished with the Neumann dossier?" said the intercom.

"Yes sir, but I've had to order some much larger prints. Those originals are too small and a bit too dark."

"Okay then, bring in what we've got right now."

She went in and they spent twenty minutes discussing the proposal for the Neumann people before Mr Elphinston enquired whether she had decided on his proposition. She stood and went to the door to lock it, close the venetian blinds and turned to face him in an elegant pose as she unzippered the back of her frock, letting it fall to the carpet and stand naked apart from her stockings and high-heeled shoes.

"Oooh, lovely," he breathed in admiration of her tall, slender figure as she strode across the room and around his huge desk to perch at the edge in front of him.

Her thighs opened in invitation, prompting him to lean forward and poke his tongue between the frills and inside her portal before moving it up to circle and press the pearl-like protuberance to make her twitch violently at the intense pleasure he'd caused her. He kept pulling and nibbling and sucking and tonguing at her clitoris until the combination of excitement ather situation and his attentions brought her suddenly and dramatically to climax. "Oh God! Oh stop! Please stop!" she groaned as he continued to tongue her welling pussy. "It's too overwhelming!"

He stood up to unbutton his trousers, then slide his braces down over his shoulders to drop his pants and shorts to the carpet. Leaning forward over her he sucked her full nipples briefly before kissing her mouth deeply with his practiced tongue which tasted of her sexual heat. She'd tried to reach down to guide his rock hard penis to her juicy snatch, but he had found her entrance with the knob and slid the whole thing inside her before she could take hold, causing another involuntary spasm as she'd only just finished coming as he entered her.

He massaged her lolling titties as he slid his hefty organ in and out of her drooling pussy with long, slow thrusts of the full length of his penis while she encouraged him with both hands gripping his pumping buttocks and her legs around his waist to pull his hips ever harder to hers. 

"Ooh, you're so lovely Lyn," he grunted. "And you feel so tight and justso young too."

She smiled back up at him, not feeling too particularly lovely in such an immodest position as they fucked so energetically.

"I feel lovely too," she told him. "I feel sensual and voluptuous."

They shagged away at an ever increasing cadence until they were in a wild gallop towards sexual gratification.




Working Wife



"Oh God! Oh God Oh God!" she gasped desperately. "I'm co-o-o-oming!" 

With that she went entirely rigid and held her breath before an enormous, involuntary spasm of the purest, unadulterared ecstasy swept over her whole person, followed by a series of decreasingly intense convulsions of sexual ecstacy. He drove his penis deeply inside her and similarly stiffened as he gushed a copious quantity of his thick semen into her womb, the two of them clinging to each other so tightly that they caused bruises, they discovered later.

"Was it okay for you?" he asked her when their emotions had cooled.

"Great," she smiled. "No complaints at all." 

"So we're a team then?"

"Yes, so far as I'm concerned anyway. I thought it'd be your decision to make though."

"Because I hold the power and the money?"

She nodded.

"Well Lyn," he said sincerely. "Even if I am paying for your favours I'd like you to put that into the back of your mind and see me as an avuncular figure, your sugar-daddy if you wish, but we must maintain mutual respect and observe a normal office protocol with our public behavior. When we are working alone you call me Derek and, when we're more intimately involved, I like 'Derry', if you can manage it. Okay?"

"I understand," she assured him. "I have no difficulty with that at all."

"Well, I must say that it's been an auspicious start to our relationship. I thought you were wonderful and hope we can build upon that to expand our physical horizons. Is there any sexual practice you find repugnant?"

"Nothing in the way of heterosexual activity, but I won't be in bondage or body waste activities. That disgusts me."

"Then we're in accord, my dear. You'd better unlock the door when you've dressed," he said as they took their clothes into his en suite bathroom and she needed a few tissues to prevent his semen from leaking from her twat as she walked.

When she got back to her desk she realized, on thinking over her recent experience with Derry, that she'd thoroughly enjoyed a fuck without feeling anything but a general liking for her partner, not the love she felt for me nor the attraction for Barry or Del. It was just business, she understood, our mortgage being the bottom line in her relationship with Derry, not the relationship itself.

Well life went on after Lyn's initiation to the ranks of fallen women and she'd serviced Derek's needs several times each week, made love with me at least daily and enjoyed recreational sex with both Delys and Baz following our regular dinner dates. It seemed as if no time at all had passed after her first assignation with her boss that she'd outstripped me as the prime-mover in our sexual life, becoming not just confident in her sexuality, but bold and unabashed at any activity suggested by either she or Del. However, I was happy to let her take the lead as I'd previously had the feeling that maybe she went along with my desires to ensure a simple life and I now knew what she really enjoyed.

* 

Due to a hierarchical reshuffle at head office, Derek Elphinston was soon confirmed branch manager until his retirement in the New Year, leaving Lyn to make a decision as to where to look next for a patron. He'd taken her on a couple of interstate business trips where, to his obvious delight, she'd been able to give him an enthusiastic demonstration of her sexual talents. It was also clear that he found the whole idea of relinquishing her body to any other senior executive a very difficult proposition but when the time arrived was quite noble about things. She had three choices at head office and picked George Patterson, the most senior, who had expressed a very deep interest in her to Mr Carruthers the year before. 

She'd met George on a few occasions, both working and socially, deciding eventually that he was a nice man, despite hearing anecdotes about his hard-headedness and rigourous attention to detail. When he'd called her into his office suite on the first occasion she had no difficulty or hesitation over accommodating him sexually, there and then on his large desk with her skirt up around her waist and bottom perched on the edge as he thrust manfully in and out of her wet quim. Although there had been no foreplay her snatch was quite juicy with anticipation and the intromission of his thick cock was as much a thrill to her as to him. She had her slender legs about his somewhat corpulent middle and he had unbuttoned her jacket, unfastened her bra and massaged her jiggling, quivering boobs as he rammed hard and fast into her. She writhed energetically beneath him for more than five minutes before she felt the warning signs of imminent orgasm, waiting for his last deep thrust before gently fondling his scrotum for a huge gush of warm semen inside her womb, then going rigid as his tribute triggered her own climax in a torrent of erotic sensation.

"Oh God!" she gasped at last. "That really was one for the thrillseekers."

"You don't have to flatter me," he grinned wryly. "I know I'm no longer in my prime."

"Like the old bull," she laughed kindly. "But truly George, it really was one out of the box, I promise."

That set the tone for their relationship which continues to the present, their working relationship easily matching the sexual and our mortgage veryrapidly diminishing too. They became very close, enough for Lyn and I to be invited to the Patterson residence for dinner-parties, making me feel more than a little nervous until his wife, Liz, told me that she'd also used her physical charms to advance herself. She'd served five nice 'masters' before meeting George at a Bali convention where his personal assistant had been seen by another executive who had been smitten and they'd all agreed on the swap. Both George and Liz had been widowed, he to a cancer and she to a car crash and, although it took nearly a year, they really clicked and realized just how much in love they were.

"I'd been very careful with my assets and when I left the firm to marry, had what I needed to realize my dreams and set up my own business, in both cash and expertise. Now I'm worth much more than Georgie." "Yeah," I mused. "I can see how you would be, with all the incomings and few outgoings."

"So how do you feel about Lyn doing this kind of thing?" she enquired.

"It makes me very aroused, particularly in view of our sexually repressedpast," I told her with a precis of our history.

"You'd never know it to see her now," she told me thoughtfully. "Lyn's anexample of the truly liberated woman."

"Well I allowed her to follow her feelings in this, but I think that most credit should go to Derek Elphinstone for his grooming and respect when shestarted. It set her free to follow her senses."

"Have you ever had the desire to see them in action?"

"Oh yes!" I said. "You?"

"Yes, and I have."

"Seen them?"

"Yep, come and see," she bid me as I realized that George and Lyn were no longer in the room.

We tiptoed upstairs into a darkened room where the only light came from a window in the wall through which I could view a dimly lit bedroom. Lyn was naked and knelt over George's face as he ate her pussy and she sucked on his erect penis. And what a penis it was: twenty centimetres if it was an inch, she taking it deeply into her throat without difficulty. I felt a moment of envy bordering on jealousy, but Liz seemed to sense it and released my cock from my pants and stroked it as we watched them making love.

Of course I became more and more randy until I just couldn't help myself from going the grope on Liz who seemed happy enough to accept my exploring, squeezing hands about her trembling person. It happened so quickly that I barely remember undressing, nether she nor I, and finding myself flat on myback with her squatting over my hips as she slid her warm, wet cunt up and down my vertical cock.

She was a fine figure of a woman, hard bodied from working out, full tan, corrugated tummy muscles and a mobile bosom, despite its having been raised and enhanced by a surgeon. It felt so good to the touch and was obviously a bit sensitive from her delighted sounds when I sucked and tweaked her erectnipples which she'd playfully dangled before my eager lips.

Liz controlled our lovemaking, frustrating my desire to thrust harder andfaster, making it last longer than I would have preferred, but one couldn't express that view to a lady, could one? She raised and lowered her bottom slowly, tightening her vagina around my cock with each withdrawal and going a lot less than slack when she came downward again. I remained on the point of climax for at least three minutes, determined not to come first, but she reached behind to jiggle my balls and I exploded deep inside her. 

We lay together on our sides, still coupled with her long legs around my waist, kissing gently in the afterglow of our lovemaking as she caressed myback and flanks. 

"Sorry I was so greedy," she told me in a husky whisper. "You can controlour next one."

"I didn't mind at all," I assured her. "I let Lyn make the pace to assure myself that she wasn't merely doing things to keep me happy. I enjoy having her set the pace."

"You like being a toy boy."

"Not all the time, but it is fun to let somebody else show you what they like in sex."

"Would you like to be a toy boy, just once to find out what it's like?"

"With you as my mistress?"

"One of two. I've a friend who's never had sex with anyone other than her husband. She wants to try it out, but without fear of discovery or becoming entangled in an affair. You'd be perfect for our purposes."

"Okay, when?"

"Next time George and Lyn are out of town."

I must have dozed off about then and was vaguely aware of a silky, female body snuggling backward into me and taking in my erect cock to gently slide along its length with a lovely, moist love-pouch. I don't remember any real outcome and by morning she'd gone. I found Lyn sleeping alone in the master bedroom and a note on the dressing-table which apologised for their absence and urged us to make ourselves at home until we were ready to leave. 

* 

George took Lyn off to Japan for a fortnight in their spring, a trip that promised a rosy future for the firm if a deal could be brokered with a bank there. Apparently another firm was also interested in a similar arrangement with the bank and a fair degree of sensitive wheeling and dealing by George and his team would be needed to ensure their success. Neither of us had any inkling of what that might entail before she left, but suffice it to say it required her to give much of herself for the cause.

George's negotiating counterpart at the bank was a Mr Watanabe, the most formally polite man he'd ever met. He bowed at every meeting, no first name familiarity permitted, even at a dinner party at his home where he referred to and addressed his wife as Mrs Watanabe and a young woman named Ms Tanaka who never spoke unless to interpret for Watanabe and followed him to record every word spoken to or by him.

It appears that Mr Watanabe asked George about his relationship with Lyn, the exact and detailed nature of their intercourse in all areas of working. In that Mr Watanabe had explained the nature of his relationship with a few geishas and had introduced George to this traditional form of entertainment for Japanese men, he thought it only fair that he respond truthfully and at length. Unfortunately he didn't feel the hook until it was much too late, after nodding while agreeing, but not really listening to his host's speech about experiencing each other's culture and cultural exchange. Having dined out and experienced the favours of a geisha and a pair of sexual-actresses at Mr Watanabe's expense, George felt obligated to reciprocate, but wasn't at all sure as to how he should introduce his problem to Lyn.

As things turned out, it was less a problem than he'd thought. During the afternoon Sue had complained of feeling neglected by her boss who'd had the opportunity to sample some local hospitality. She'd wondered aloud why they couldn't be put to work to ensure their bid's success.

"I can take her with me," Lyn told George. "Two heads are better than onefor this job. Group hanky-panky isn't uncommon here. Might even be fun." 

They met, as previously arranged, at a hotel restaurant where they dined before taking an elevator to a suite which was obviously the venue for the evening's fun and games. It was around then that the ubiquitous Ms Tanaka, her notebook and mini-cassette, vanished from the scene and Lyn wondered at this in view of her previous vigilance.

Both Sue and Lyn had dressed in short, black cocktail frocks with stay-upstockings and super high, stilletto-heeled shoes. Mr Watanabe was quick to change into a kind of loincloth which demonstrated that he was both aroused and better endowed than they'd been led to believe that Japanese men were. His prick was a good fifteen centimetres in length and upcurved so that the knob was nearly in his navel, thick at the base in his crotch, tapering up to an almost pointed, conical head of satsuma purple.

Sue stood and unfastened her little black number, letting it slide to the floor before posing for Mr W who clapped in appreciation. She'd either come out without undies or had removed them along the way as she was naked apart from her shoes, stockings and gold ornamentation. She stepped over to take his cock in hand while removing his scanty garment and lowering her face to his crotch. His knob disappeared between her scarlet lips, then the entire length of his penis down her accommodating throat as she sucked and tonguedit.

Lyn heard a muffled cough which sounded suspiciously like Ms Tanaka, but there was nowhere to hide in that direction, just a mirrored wall. She took off her dress, bra and panties and stood posing to await his pleasure. "He wants you to sit on his face," Sue told her after Mr W couldn't make himself understood to her. "He wants to eat your pussy."

"So long as it's meant figuratively, I think it might be a pleasure," Lyn sniggered.

He looked a bit put out at the snigger, but laughed aloud when Sue gave a translation, assuring Lyn that he wouldn't actually eat her. She made much of looking relieved and he laughed again, grunting happily when she lowered her snatch to his mouth and he began lapping lustily as she played with her nipples to add to her pleasure.

It was very stimulating and she came in a few minutes, making way for Sue who'd been sucking his cock, moving backward on her knees to sit in his lap and engulf his dick in her warm vagina. She grasped Sue's firm boobs as the other woman rolled and twisted her hips excitedly over his face, offering aquivering-lipped mouth over her shoulder for Lyn to kiss fervidly. 

Sue too came fairly quickly and stretched out alongside him to caress and stroke them both with her experienced fingertips and palms, adding to their pleasure as they undulated their hips to slide his cock within her unctuous love pouch. His cadence increased as she tried everything she could imagine to tighten her sheath around his slim dick, something he apparently enjoyed if the sounds he emitted were any guide to his feelings. Each time her neat bottom rose his hips thrust smartly upward with sufficient force to cause a muffled clap where their perspiring bodies came together. 

"Oh, oooh, oooh," Lyn gasped to let him know that her orgasm was imminent.

"Hei, hei!" he agreed passionately before ramming his hips hard upward to squirt his hot semen into her womb and trigger a surprisingly strong finale in Lyn.

He was very fit and she feared fractures or suffocation in the tightness of his embrace as they convulsed delightedly in mutual orgasm, their sweaty forms locked together as one until his muscles relaxed sufficiently for her to breathe freely once more.

Eventually his sticky dick sagged from her drooling quim and she held her labia together to retain their fluids as she headed for the bathroom.

As she bathed her crotch she noticed that there was another large mirror on the wall behind the en suite door, at right angles to the one in the bedroom and having a two centimetre, circular hole near the edge, half way up. She pretended not to have any interest in it and, after a quick squirt with a perfume atomizer, rejoined the other two on the waterbed. "He wants us to have sex together, you and me, to get him up again. Is it okay with you? I've never done it, but the idea doesn't worry me, having it off with you in this situation, I mean," Sue gabbled nervously, obviously not wanting to be seen as one who had limits.

Sue stood and they held each others buttocks as they kissed deeply, their hips rotating gently together, breasts flattening against each other's between their tightly pressed bodies. Lyn leaned back slightly and brushed her nipples across her friend's before Sue giggled at the pleasure that it imparted.

"That's lovely, Lyn," she sighed. "Truly great."

She pulled Sue down on to the bed where they kissed before Lyn reversed her position to approach her newest lover from the top of her head, kissing her once more before moving forward to allow mutual nipple sucking. Moving further forward she paused as they kissed and tongued belly-buttons and Sue knew what was to come then, holding her hairless vulvar lips wide apart as Lyn tongued her tingling clitty to have her jerking with pleasure.

Having never seen a snatch, not even her own, at that angle or that close, Sue was a bit hesitant, but stuck out her tongue to taste it anyway. It wasobviously not entirely off-putting, so she poked and prodded at it with her tongue before covering the whole vulva with her mouth and extending her wet tongue as deeply down Lyn's hole as she could manage.

Mr W stood stroking his prick, but after ten minutes it was still looking rather sad and droopy so Lyn signalled to her friend that she'd had an idea, taking Sue by the hand and leading her to the bathroom. He looked somewhat bemused as they left him, but expected that they'd come up with an entirelysatisfactory amusement for him.

Lyn pulled the wall mirror with her finger in the hole, opening it like a door to reveal a very startled Ms Tanaka operating a big video camera, with her hand down her pants. They hauled her out of there as she protested in a squeaky voice, in English, over to the bed where they quickly got her clothing off to reveal a young girl's body. Her skin was as white and shiny smooth as polished ivory, her trimmed black muff surprisingly bushy and her vulva very red from her manual stimulation, a fact not lost on Mr Watanabe, as things transpired.

She wriggled and squealed as the other women held her down and kissed her until she ceased struggling. Lyn went down on her pussy, sucking with great enthusiasm until Ms T suggested that she'd like to try Sue's snatch, all of three of them then arranging themselves in a triangle for mutual cunilingus. As both women held her, Mr W knelt between T's legs, leaned over her and introduced his love wand to her slippery snatch, entering her easily with one shove.

Her wriggling and protestations ceased when he developed a regular rhythm of love, embracing him firmly and rolling her slim hips enthusiastically as he thrust his cock manfully into her avid cunt.

When they'd finished, all four enjoyed an orgy of sensuality on the great bed, each being intimate with each of the others for an extended period. Ms T, her given name was Kiko, chatted with Lyn while Sue was fucking her boss, saying that it was the first time she'd had sex in a hotel since marrying. Apparently she and her best friend at college had, as a bit of fun, got chatting to middle-aged businessmen an a 'telephone club' where they talked about sex, eventually becoming quite provocative, even pornographic. They'd eventually agreed to meet guys near 'love hotels', but merely watched them from a distance to see what they looked like.




Working Wife



When they were nineteen, both looking barely pubescent, her friend liked the look of a guy of about forty and went and spoke to him. They went into the hotel, got a room and the guy wanted to photograph them naked. Kiko wasn't too keen as the the man was her pal's problem, but relented on hearing how much he was willing to pay and happily flaunted her naked body for him.

He wanted the other girl to suck him off, but she thought it was just too disgusting and offered to have sex with him instead. He looked surprised at that, knowing she was a virgin, but payed her handsomely for her cherry. As it seemed not to have hurt her friend, Kiko agreed to his having her hymen a week hence, under the same terms, but her defloration was quite painful. Nevertheless she continued until graduation, almost five years later, going through university without financial difficulty and having a nice nest-egg.

Unlike many of her classmates, she'd been selective, gaining a clientele of regulars who weren't a chore to screw and who tipped well. She actually enjoyed the sex, finding it a buzz when compared to the boredom of home and school, feeling as if she were 'someone' in her other life, able to talk on equal terms with grown men. When they'd started selling sex, more than half of their graduating class, including the school captain and committee, were into it too, causing Kiko to feel pretty grown up as she'd only known of a dozen of her classmates doing it.

"What were you two chatting about," Sue asked her as they closed the door of the suite where Kiko was getting another dose of Mr W's dick.

"Just comparing notes," she grinned. "Apparently junior studet prostitution is or was common here, you know, everybodys' dad screwing everybody else's daughter, according to her figures. They thought it was what went on in the West."

"I was thirty when I first whored," she grinned. "Some age discrepancy in my case then."

"Do you think of yourself as a whore?" Lyn asked. "Yeah, a company whore," she chuckled. "My hubby gets all horny over that concept, just loves it."

"Mine too. I was just thinking that if I'm not a prostitute I have really earned my salary this week."

* 

I went over to Liz's house for dinner one evening and met Barbara, a lady of about forty years who was, I assumed, to try adultery for her first time that night. Liz had briefed me to be compliant and to make a real effort do whatever she wanted of me over the evening as the lady in question had only learned about sex what her husband had wanted her to know to do what he wanted her to do for him. Liz had found her some porno videos to view in an effort to discover sexual variety she might later be inclined to experiment with.

Like Liz, Barb was big busted and broad hipped, deliciously so I must say, her flat tummy and muscular calves testifying to a regular exercise regime. She was a very attractive brunette with a pretty, shy smile and apparently in two minds about being there.

Things were a little strained during the meal; I could see Barb trembling in anticipation of sex with a virtual stranger and genuinely hoped that I'd give her an experience to remember. We took our coffee and brandy into the lounge which was pleasantly warmed by a slow combustion heater and chatted until Liz disappeared momentarily.

"I don't know how I got myself talked into this," Barbara told me. "I'm a bit nervous about it all because I've been so conventional up 'til now." "Liz persuaded you?" "No," she told me. "Although she's told me all about her career as a lady of easy virtue and her sleeping her way to the top, it was actually my next door neighbour who introduced the thought to my mind. She'd discovered that her husband and his assistant were closer than they ought to have been, but he insisted that it was an entirely healthy relationship and that he'd have no difficulty over her developing a similar relationship with some suitable person in her firm. As things transpired she did, with her boss who'd had a yen to get into her knickers for some time before that, and her husband was as good as his word. In fact he seemed rather pleased that she was sharing her sexual favours with another and they have no difficulty in discussing their significant others with each other. I eventually mentioned it to my husband who, like a guy would, thought it was a terrific idea and suggested that we let each other have a fling with someone else every month, but no overnight stays. I thought it was an appalling concept and resisted it until now that I discover that everybody's having it off with someone other than their own spouse. Perhaps it'd be better to do it openly, with my hubby's approval so that there's no question of his not knowing that I'm off to sin. At least Inow find some excitement in the idea of being sinful."

"So how does your hubby fell about tonight: I'm assuming you told him?" I said to her.

"Of course," she smiled, "and he looked like the cat which got the canary with his grin."

"I know how he feels."

"You do? How?" 

I briefly described Lyn's position to her.

"In fact she's in Japan right now and she sent me an email today to say a deal had been done, but only after she and another lady from their firm had put out as a sweetener."

"My goodness," she breathed. "Is that in the job description?"

"No," I chuckled, "but it is a matter of pride, I guess."

Liz returned wearing only mules on her feet and a transparent, pale pink pegnoir over her naked body, indicating that Barbara should get ready too. Barbara came back a little later wearing a similar outfit in white before I left to see what they had in mind for me. In the designated bedroom I found a silk dressing gown and in the ensuite was a enema syringe with my name on a tag around the neck. An empty one had Barbara's name on it so I acted on the implied request as it seemed that I might be in for something I'd never tried before. It wasn't a bad sensation, but not good enough to convince me to take a real pork sword up my rear orifice. Back in the lounge room I found the ladies lying on a huge fur rug before the fire, both naked and locked in a serious embrace with tongues exploring mouths. I dropped the robe I'd been wearing for all of five seconds while they got to their knees and sucked my penis by turns as I stood in front of them. I found it hard to believe I wasn't just dreaming of beautiful mature women looking up at me as they knelt to fellate me. When Liz divined that I was about to come she transferred my penis to Barb's mouth before I spoofed manfully into her throat, causing her to make a little coughing sound after swallowing.

"Well, that was nice she said eventually. Never swallowed before so now I feel pleasantly debauched," she smiled, blushing just a little. "But really don't feel as embarrassed as I thought I would in doing it in front of some other person."

"Just go with the flow," Liz told her. "There's nothing that should cause you any embarrassment because nobody other than we three will never know it occurred, unless you want to tell them."

Liz pushed her back to lie on the rug as we lay beside her and, following Liz's lead, sucked and licked her jutting breasts while alternately kissing her quivering lips. She pulled Barb's garment open and wiggled backwards on her tummy to put her face to the other's crotch as she parted her thighs to allow Liz full access to her furry quim. 

"Ooooh, oooh!" she squeaked in surprise and pleasure. "That's really nice for me. Do like doing it?"

"Yeah," Liz told her. "Love it. Want to try it too?"

She nodded her assent and, as Liz moved up to let Barb mouth her pussy, I replaced her at her then vacant snatch. As we sucked and kissed the others' nether parts we wriggled about until we were in a triangular formation with Liz sucking my cock too. As I pulled and pressed at her clitoris with lips and tongue I could feel Barbara's excitement building as her big hips moved with increasing urgency until her perfumed thighs clamped firmly on my head and spasms of pleasure rocked her taut body.

Before she could close her legs I got to all fours to crawl above her and, taking my weight on my knees and elbows, slid my hungry tool into her moist sheath to enhance her climax.

"Please stop, Steve, just for a moment," she gasped, as if in pain. "It's all a bit overwhelming first time and I do want to savour it all."

We rested while I noticed Liz strapping on a dildo arrangement, carefully slotting the big double dick into her vagina and anus before afixing a big, red, curved vibrator into the fastening point over her pubic mound. She was beyond Barbara's sight and I thought that she should have been the intended recipient, but our hostess had other plans. As I gently thrust into Barb's twat, Liz caused me violent thrills as she smeared my rectum with lubricant before sliding the tip of the buzzing dildo into me.

As I'd previously done with Lyn, Liz carefully worked the device into my anus, withdrawing a little then thrusting deeper with each shove until it's whole length was within my straining hole. It didn't exactly hurt, but was uncomfortable until she began sliding it in and out and I began to derive a profoundly pleasurable sensation, due more to vibration than penetration. I could also thrust my hips and, with a little effort, eventually found I was able to synchronize my rhythmical movements with those of the ladies. 

The vibration being transmitted through my cock was clearly exciting Barb as she was clawing at my bottom in trying to pull my hips harder and faster to hers while I thrust urgently into her love sheath. Neither displayed any reserve as they gave full voice to the pleasure they experienced, although I did no more than grunt and groan in a more manly manner, both abandonedly moving their bodies in a kind of sexual palsy. 

I felt Barb stiffen when gripped by orgasm, clutching desperately while she shook and shuddered hotly beneath me, moaning loudly and emotionally. I'm unsure as to what Liz did to me then; touched my prostate I suspect, but I was overcome by the most sudden and violent climax I've known, feeling as if my small ejaculation had lumps in it as I spoofed so hard.

"Lie on me. I want to feel you lying on me," she breathed raggedly seeing me trying to support both Liz's and my weight.

I lowered myself carefully and heard her exhale hugely.

In due course we disentangled our bodies and moved slightly apart to rest before Liz stripped the condom off the vibrator which had recently seen the interior of my bowel and replaced it. Moving behind her friend she kissed her neck and shoulders while pinching her thick, swollen pale-pink nipples, lifted her upper thigh with her own and slid the buzzing plastic prick into Barb's drooling pussy.

They were soon ready for more as they parted momentarily while Barb moved on to her back and Liz lay on her kissing before coupling once more. It wasa sight to excite, two mature women of generous proportions, not at all fat, with their smooth bodies pressing together passionately soon had me hot and horny again.

Liz withdrew the vibrator and applied KY to its tip and to Barb's rosebudbefore sliding the tapering knob in there and working it wholly within her anus with a series of short thrusts. They then reversed positions with Barb on top astride Liz's hips, lifting and lowering her broad buttocks to slide the mechanical tool in and out through her tightly stretched rear entrance.

Liz looked at me before removing the humming horn from Barb's rear portal, ripping off the french letter and reinserting into her cunt. I put a dollop of KY on my knob and spread it around against Barb's gaping hole and thrust it into her with relative ease, her lovely, broad bottom rotating in a most voluptuous manner in time with my sliding cock as she salaciously vocalized the intense pleasure she felt. She urged us both to shove harder and faster until she'd completely lost control of her senses, swept up by an orgasm so profound that she seemed to be having a seizure of some kind. Her sphincter was clamping so hard on my dick that it was actually painful and her finger nails drew blood from my buttocks where she'd reached around behind to claw me.

"No, no, no more, please!" she cried as we began thrusting gently again.

We withdrew our various appendages from her as Liz stripped hers off, but replaced the vibrator in her cunt and the one from Barb's quim went into my posterior portal. The fact that my dick was fresh from another's anus seemed not to concern Liz at all as she guided me in through her rear portal to fuck doggie fashion. Although the two of them had tired me out, I managed a good performance for her and was rewarded with a loud, appreciative climax which enhanced a fairly ordinary release for me.

We eventually showered and returned to the lounge for more; Barb wearing all the gear to fuck our hostess before me as I shagged a still-coming Liz. Barb left us about midnight and I awoke at around nine a.m. in something of a state until I realized that it was Saturday. I lay on my back, hands behind my head, in the sunlit room with the naked Liz snoozing beside me. 

"Does it get any better than this?" I wondered. "I guess that only the future can answer that."



Working with Cassie



Nice, I thought to myself. My eyes watching you as you moved from the office to the breakroom. Looking down at your form fitting khaki pants, and how well you ass looked in them. 

"Mmmmm yeah hot pants again today." I said sounding like I was joking.

I could hear then smile in your voice as you're said "You know it," and hearing a smacking sound as you slap your butt.

Today, you idiot, say something today. I thought to myself for the hundredth day in a row. I stood up and moved to the breakroom door. 

Glancing in my eyes immediately moved again to your butt. Looking at you bent over looking into the microwave. Your weight shifting from one foot to the other, making your ass bounce for me.

"Was that a smack I heard?" is responded from you by reaching around and smacking your butt again.

"In a spanking mood today, are you?" You kinda half look back smiling, "Maybe."

Walking up closer behind you, "Is it only self spanking day?". "Nope." You say and laugh turning away from me.

Come on you coward, do something, smack that lovely ass..... SMACK! crap I did it....

"Mmmmm" you say only acting slightly startled. "Is that it?" 

"Well I guess I never did give you birthday spankings." I say as I gently spank you again.

You lean forward onto the microwave, your ass moving a little higher.

Three more spanks and then stopping, leaving my hand on your ass. "Not to hard is it?" I ask excitement in my voice.

"Nope.... Actually not hard enough." You say quietly but with a dreamy sound in your voice.

SMACK! You jump up a little not because it hurt, just because it was harder then the last ones.

My next swat moving to the bottom of your ass, almost slapping between you legs. And to my surprise and continual rise in excitement, you actually spread your stance open a little wider.

My next couple spanks slowly moving my hand so the fingers fall down spanking your crotch.

My god, your not even saying anything.... Hell was that even a small moan. I thought to myself. The arousal level in me was so high that confidence was no longer a problem. Every small step I made you didn't seem to mind.

I stopped my hand on the very bottom of your butt, my fingers feeling along the material against your crotch, and just rub my hand down between your legs.

"That's not spanking." You say with an even tone.

"I Know"

As my third rub of your crotch goes across I feel your hips roll down against my hand. OH YES! my voice screams in my head. Moving closer and now firmly rubbing your crotch. Listening to the sound of your breathing as your excitement builds. My left hand moving up across your back and lightly grabbing your shoulder as my hand continues to feel your warmth grow.

"Cassie?"

"Oh.. Yes Nathan."

"Please turn around for me."

You stand up nervously but with a longing look on your face. I moved closer to you, giving you a soft kiss. Our lips meeting once for a brief moment.

I pulled away. The look on your face told me you wanted more. Your arms wrapped around me and pulled me in for another soft kiss. My hands moved to you face, caressing your cheek while kissing your soft lips. A warm breath of passion escaped your lips, as we kiss with more urgency now. Our bodies moving closer together, your hands running through my hair.

The passion of the kiss had a dizzying affect on us. I could taste desire on your lips. Our hands continue to move frantically over each other's bodies. Your hot tongue dancing seductively with mine. My hands running down your back, holding your body close to mine. Your feminine curves and the slight movements of your body, heightening my arousal and desire for you.

You tilt your head back, showing your vulnerable neck to me. My moist lips move to kiss your it. You smell so amazing, I just could not get enough of you! Your warm skin, soft hair, seductive smell, the sounds of your breathing, all bringing my arousal to the boiling point.

I continue to kiss you neck, dragging my lips to just below you ear. The sensations of my lips and breath on your skin sent small tremors and chills throughout your excited body.

"Mmmmm," a low, quiet moan from your lips. Your hands gently hold my head close to your neck, as my tongue danced on your skin. My lips and tongue leaving a trail of erotic moistness on your exposed flesh.

"I want you," you whisper softly, almost sounding like a purr. I just moaned softly into your ear in response, sending more chills up throughout your body.

The telephone rang loudly in the breakroom. We both jumped at the sound.

"Jesus, that scared me." I said.

Cassie smiled. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to kiss you.

"Nathan, I really need to answer that call," Cassie whispered. I stopped kissing you. "I've been waiting for this call all night." The phone continued to ring.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked you. How could you stop now?

You composed yourself quickly then pick up the phone.

A smirk comes across my face. I think I'll tease you a bit, I thought to myself. I move close to you again, and start to undo your pants. Your voice falters a bit while talking on the phone.

"No I'll be coming up this weekend... excuse me," your hand playfully slaps away my hands. However, that doesn't deter me from continuing. I kneel down as I slowly unzip your pants, with you not putting up much resistance.

I un-tucked your shirt, and slowly slide your pants down your smooth legs. I could not help but smile at the fact that you're having a difficult time concentrating on your conversation. I kiss your stomach. Your body flinches, but you still enjoy it.

"Marissa, you've got to understand ..." A long pause.

You step out of you pants. "Oh sorry, I got distracted, where was I?" I continue kissing your sensitive skin, above your panties. Your hand started to rub the back of my head, holding me close to your warm flesh. My hands run softly up and down you smooth legs. I can feel your body squirm a bit.

" ... well, yes, I guess we could do that. However, I just want you to get started as soon as you can."

I smile at you language. How clever of you! My hands run up to you panties, and then I slowly slide them down. My lips dragging down the front of your thigh, following the trail of you newly removed panties.

"Ahh, I see the problem. Look Marissa, I'm rather flexible on this, however, I can only spread myself so much."

Your legs spread a bit while you continue on your call. I tilt my head a bit, and start to lick and kiss up you inner thigh. Your skin tastes so sexy, my arousal beyond a point of any return. All I can think is I needed you now! My lips continue up your inner thigh. Your hand holding my head, clenching and unclenching.

"Well, what should I do ..." your voice cracking. You cleared your throat. "Sorry. As I was saying ..."

I lash my tongue out against your flesh. I taste your arousal with my warm tongue. Oh my god! I have to have more of you!

"..I just think that there HAAAA ... SS ..." An involuntary sigh escapes your lips. "I'm sorry again. I dropped something." Another sigh. "Jesus I am a klutz today."

"Yes. Everything is alright." you continue.

Your hand continues to hold my head against you while I taste you. My tongue dancing circles around you sensitive flesh. You sit back a bit on the table now, bringing you legs over my back. Leaning back, as I continue to lick you around in circles.

"I, uh, I. Hold on a second." You close your eyes to catch your breath. Covering the phone up. "You are evil," You whisper to me. "But I love it." After you flashed me your smile, you resume you conversation.

Your legs spread wider, as you place your feet on my shoulders. My head moving up and down, while my tongue continued to bring you closer to your impending ecstasy. Your breathing became more rapid now. Covering the mouthpiece of the phone, while doing you best to continue the call.

My hands race along you legs, toying with your sensitive skin. My mouth is extremely wet from your arousal; my tongue still continues dancing on your flesh. I moaned while moving my head back and forth.

You put the phone down, and lean your head back. "Oh God," you whisper. "Oh. My. God! I can't take it anymore."

I respond by moving my fingers down, touching you. Your breathing became louder, as I insert my finger into you. They slide inside of you easily. You arch your back, feeling then slip inside of you.

"Mmmhmmm, I know ...."

You're losing control. "I'm sorry ... Marissa. I don't think I can talk .. Oh .. talk now." hanging up the phone, without any explanation.

I can feel your body tensing up. You are close.

"Mmmmm," you move your arms suddenly, scattering a few objects from the table.

My head continues to move, licking and sucking on you. Your moans filled with desire and urgency. I quicken the pace so you can meet your climax. Your legs start to quiver, your head leans back against the wall. You hands feverishly caressing your body, unbuttoning your shirt. Your hips in motion, moving on pace with my head.

"Keep ... going," you breathe. You remove your shirt, exposing your black lace bra. Your hands continue to run up and down your body, caressing yourself. Your gasps turning into moans of sheer pleasure. The muscles convulsing harder now, your legs shaking with impending ecstasy.

A loud moan brakes the silence of the empty breakroom, as you arousal takes over your body. Turning your head to the side, and into your shoulder to muffle your orgasm. Your overly stimulated body wracked with pure pleasure, continues to shake uncontrollably. You finally push me away from you, too sensitive for me to continue touching you. Your breathing continues at a frantic pace, as you bathed in your moment of pure delight.

A crash startled both of us. I instinctively jumped up to my feet and looked around.

"What the hell ...?"

You start to giggle a bit, apparently you knew what happened. I look around seeing papers all over the floor. 

You had pushed against the desk a bit too hard.

You sigh, as you pull my body closer to yours. Your legs wrapping around my hips.

"Now, we're onto something," you say while you lick your lips. Your hands caressed my back and shoulders. "Mmmmmm." 

I lean closer to you to kiss your lips. Your arms wrap around me inviting me into you. I slip one hand to your back, and undo your black bra. We continue our soft kisses for a few moments longer. Finally removing your bra. My hands now exploring your body with my fingers. Each curve, each muscle. Your hands moving down and start to unbutton my pants.

I lean forward a bit more, your hands slide my pants off, and continue to travel around my body. Your fingertips touching new territory with each small movement. You play with the edge of my underwear, running your fingers under my waistband. Teasing me with your touch. 

I take your breast into my mouth, my tongue circling around your aroused nipple. I felt you bite on my finger lightly as I continue to taste your salt tainted skin. Your body is hot to the touch, enveloping me with dizzying sensations of lust and passion. 

Your hands moving under my undies, grasping me, sliding easily up and down my hardness. Your fingertips sending me untamed desire throughout my body. I moan softly in response. Your other hand wraps around me, and pulls me closer to you, right next to you. I can feel your moist yearning. I can't take much more of this blissful torture!

Too many sensations course through my body, I cant take much more of this. I need you to grant me my ecstatic release. I need you now!

I lean back a bit, looking into your eyes. I slowly press into you, softly penetrating your moistened core. Your eyes close as you warmly accept my intrusion. Your arms reach out for me, to pull my body closer, to pull me deeper into you. An alleviated sigh escapes from deep inside of you, as I press deeper into you.

You lean forward, I wrap my arms around you. Our warm bodies pressed together, moving together. I kiss your neck, as I continue pushing into you. Your body writhing with aching pleasure, moving in perfect synchronization with mine. The pace quickens as we could sense one another's heightened arousal. Your breathing quickens, as your hands ran up and down my tense back.

"Let me turn around..." You breathe harshly.

I stop and slide out of you. Then I comply with your order. You lean over laying your chest on the cleared desk, turning your sensuous back to me. I move forward and slowly, so slowly, ease myself into you. 

"Mmmmm.." your hands gripping the other edge of the desk, using it to push back against me. My hands moving all over your writhing body, brushing over your sensitive breasts. I kiss and nibble on you shoulders and neck.

"Oh God ..." I breathe into your ear. You quicken you pace pushing back against me, in response to my rapid breathing. Your sexy back flexing and writhing with anticipation. My hands run frantically up and down your soft back. Warm sensations build up deep inside of me, awaiting for release, for my impending climax.

The phone rings again. But this time, you don't stop. You continue sliding against me. My hands move down to you hips, holding you firmly. I begin to thrust my hips harder into you.

The phone continues to sound it's distracting ring. I move one hand around you pelvis, to feel your wetness, as I continue to push into you. Your hand covering mined, guiding it to touch you. We move our hands, until I find where you wanted me to touch. I start tracing little circles on you wet, sensitive flesh.

The phone finally stops ringing. But my pushing doesn't slow. Many blissful, ecstatic sensations rushing throughout my body now. My breathing turning into a series of moans. Your moans answered mine.

Your moans turn into louder gasps and groans, as I continue pushing deep into you. Whenever I pull on you hair, You groan with lustful approval. I quicken the pace, I know that I don't have much longer until sweet release. I can feel your body shaking slightly. Small convulsions continue to wrack your body, teasing you with your impending conclusive orgasm. Your breathing turns into an almost hissing sound, as I continue thrusting into you.

"Ohhhh .... " You moan loudly. " Ohhh Nathan... yeah. AHHH YESSSSS!!!"

The sounds of your ecstatic climax and breathing push me over the edge!

"Ahhh!!!" I push one last time, as my body went into uncontrollable spasms. Your hands move back and grasped my hands, pulling me into you as far as I could go. I continue to shake recklessly as my body jerks with each pent up emotion. A surreal moment, I feel as if I were floating.

You turn your head as you body continues to shake violently. Your final orgasm almost complete.

"F-f-f-fuck!" you gasp. "God Yes!" I don't know much time we stayed in that prone position. We just bath in our own afterglow, until I finally sit down.

"That was ... " you start to say. "I mean, wow ...." you sigh. Your breathing still rapid.

"Are you always this articulate?" I ask with a smirk on my face. 

You smiled in response. "We should of had spanking day long ago."

"Definitely."

My knees still a bit weak and wobbly, so I remain sitting, staring at you. You moved to sit on my lap. You turn you body so your head can lay on my chest. You remain still, listening to my heart race.