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A Company Affair

By: Lorri4you



I met Jake Adams about two years ago. Monty, my husband and I were attending a company function that evening and Jake was introduced to me as a company supervisor by my husband. My first impressions were that Jake was very attractive and suave. He had an air of confidence about him that was hard to miss. As the evening wore on, I became a little bored by all the business talk and retreated to a quiet corner and sipped at my third glass of wine, content to watch the other guests chatting happily in small groups.

Several times, I noticed Jake watching me. Instead of mingling with the other guests, he was standing just on the fringes and it seemed that each time I looked at him, he would be looking at me, smiling, as if he knew something about me that others did not know. 

I could see Monty, his back to me, swinging his hands about as he talked to his friends. I knew that my Husband was in his element and I was just about forgotten to him. Just his wife of several years and easily forgotten at a time like this. I sensed someone moving up beside me and turned to see Jake, smiling broadly, as he stood beside me.

"Goodness, Ms. Lorri, You are much too beautiful to be standing here alone. Surely, you are not bored with all this business talk going on?"

"Well, Just a bit," I replied, smiling back at him. "But I do need to support my husband at meetings like this."

"Oh, Yes! Very important to have wives that support their husbands!" He grinned, looking out toward the group that included Monty. "Monty is an asset to the company and we are glad to have him with us."

"I'm sure that Monty is glad to be a part of this company as well." I said, smiling up at him. "Monty told me that you were a supervisor, but just exactly what do you supervise?"

"Well, Ms Lorri, I am the Personnel Director. I guess you could say that I tell people where to go." I couldn't help smiling at his obvious attempt at humor.

"And what do you do, Ms Lorri?" He asked, "I know from the company records that you are married to Monty and have two daughters. Is that right?"

"Yes, we have been married 17 years." I replied.

"Hmm, and May I ask how old they are?" He asked.

"Sara is 17 and Melissa is 15, now. I responded.

Jake hesitated momentarily as if recalling a vital fact. I was sure, as a personnel supervisor he had already read Monty's file and was aware that the date of our marriage was just slightly more than Sara's date of birth. I never gave it much thought as pregnant brides were not at all uncommon.

"What do you do besides supporting your Husband at boring company events like this?" That mischievous smile flashed across his face again.

"Well, I guess I will have to say I'm a stay at home wife and Mother. Not a very glamorous title I'm sure, but someone has to do It." trying to match his humor.

"Very good!" Jake replied, "Monty and your daughters must be very proud of you!"

Jake and I made small talk for several more minutes and I felt a flush creep over me as I noticed him letting his gaze fall on my breasts. Monty had always praised my breast size as being just right, not too large and not to small. Monty had always encouraged me to "Show them off more" and it appeared that Jake was getting a good look at my cleavage. Perhaps leaving the top two buttons undone and my ¾ cup lace bra was showing them off too much.

Jake offered to get me a fresh drink but I politely refused the drink but remarked that a breath of fresh air was what I needed more than a fresh drink. After three glasses of wine in a warm room I was feeling a little giddy and moved toward the exit sign nearby. I wobbled a little and Jake put a stabilizing 

Around my waist and guided me to the door.

Holding the door open for me, I walked past him, feeling the cool evening air on my cheeks and feeling better already. Jake resumed his position at my side and slipped an arm about my waist and guided me to a small alcove. As we stood there, silently, I was very much aware of Jake's presence so close to me. 

"You are even more beautiful in the moonlight." He breathed, and his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I knew I should push him away, but I was feeling the wine and his closeness. I turned toward him and put my arms between us, pushing on his chest slightly. "No, Please!" I murmured. "I can't…." His lips crushed down on mine as his arms tightened around me, holding me against him. I struggle briefly, then yielded to the erotic feelings that he was stirring up in me. I just kind of went limp in his arms and opened my lips to his searching tongue.

For long moments we kissed passionately, my arms going around his waist, pulling him to me. I felt his hands pulling at my blouse, and then the coolness of his hands against my warm flesh as his fingers fumbled at the clasp of my bra. The sudden release seemed to excite me more and I arched my breasts out to his searching hands. Jake squeezed and molded my breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at the erect nipples, all the while his tongue danced against mine. 

Breathlessly, we broke from the deep kisses and Jake took a step back, his fingers working on the buttons of my blouse. Seconds later, the blouse and bra was dropped to the floor and Jake gazed down at my full breasts and erect nipples. "Beautiful!!" he whispered and bent his head down to lavish kisses on each of them in turn. As he sucked vigorously on my sensitive nipples, I felt his hand running up the inside of my thighs, reaching the warm wetness of my panties. With all resistance gone, I allowed him to guide my hand to the swollen bulge in his pants. 

"Take it out!" he hissed, "You know you want it!" His fingers rubbed steadily against my swollen pussy lips as my own fingers searched and found the zipper to his pants. It made a hissing noise that seemed so loud in the quiet space we occupied. Slowly, my fingers wrapped around the swollen cock, feeling it throbbing as I pulled it into the open. Jake groaned huskily and stepped back, allowing me to get my first look at his raging cock. 

Even in the dim light, I could see that it was somewhat larger than Monty's prick. Jakes hands now came up to rest on my shoulders and I felt him pushing me downward. Still holding his cock, I bent over at the waist, the rigid flesh pointing up at me. Slowly, I stuck out my tongue and licked at the bulbous head, tasting the thin, pre-cum juice that was oozing from the tip.

As my lips closed over the swollen head, Jake leaned forward over me, his hand coming under to grasp and squeeze my hanging tits. Slowly, he worked his hips back and forth, driving his cock into my mouth. I could feel him throb against my tongue as he struggled to resist the urge to cum. 

All at once, Jake pulled out of my mouth, His cock throbbing violently just beneath my nose. Quickly, he spun me around, bending me over the metal rail of the alcove. He pulled my skirt up around my waist and my panties down around my ankles. He stepped close and his huge cock bumped against my ass-hole. I pulled away slightly and raised my ass upwards and backed up. Jake quickly gasped his cock and slammed it deep into my pussy. 

I groaned loudly as I felt it surge into my slick sheath, sliding deeper than anything had ever been before. I felt my cunt lips stretching around the swollen shaft and his balls bouncing against my clit. Jake bent over me and grasped my tit with one hand and manipulated my clit with the other as he drove his cock rapidly in and out of my cunt. I was so close to cumming. The pure lust of the moment caused my insides to tingle and I felt the orgasmic spasm ripple through my belly as my cunt spasms around his throbbing cock. I pushed back against his bucking hips, knowing that his cum was filling my womb.

We stood there for several long moments, enjoying the sensations as each of us breathed heavily from our exertions and thrilled to the lingering sensations of orgasm.

A momentary pang of guilt flashed through me, as I felt Jake slowly withdraw his softening cock. It was followed by a moment of fright as I realized that I was so very exposed to anyone who might be watching. The thought of how I would look to Monty, should he come looking for me, bare to the waist, followed by just my skirt bunched up around my waist and panties hanging around my left ankle. The thick cum from Jake was just beginning to ooze between my swollen pussy lips.

Quickly, I bent over and retrieved my panties, intending to stop the flow of cum from my wet pussy. Before I could act, Jake pressed a handkerchief against my pussy, saying, "Here, Use this! I want your panties for myself!" Somewhat embarrassed, I handed them to him as I clasped the handkerchief to my cunt and closed my legs tightly to hold it in place. As I stood up and moved to retrieve my blouse and bra, I saw Jake using my panties to wipe his cock of our combined juices.

My movements caused my breasts to giggle and swing and the cool night air caused my nipples to harden. I quickly fastened my bra into place, lifting my tits up to nestle them into the bra, followed by my blouse. 

Tucking my blouse into my skirt and straightening my hair gave me a sense of security as I turned to face Jake. His eyes were looking deeply into mine and he smiled at me, asking, "How do you feel, now?" I did not answer him, but he grabbed me and kissed me, saying, "You liked it, didn't you?" I tried to turn away, but he held me, waiting for my reply.

"It is obvious that I did enjoy it!" I replied, "But, It can't happen again! We were just carried away at the moment."

"Why, can't it happen again?" He grinned, "You have a hot little cunt and I want more of it."

"No!" I said sternly. "You know that I am a married woman and you even know my husband. We can't do this anymore. I'm sorry that it went this far."

"Don't be so sure! You may change your mind!" He grinned as he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I broke away and headed for the door. Looking back at him as he stuffed my panties into his pocket and waved to me. Feeling slightly used and embarrassed, I made my way back inside. I could see Monty was still talking to the same group of people and figured that no one had noticed my absence. Quickly glancing at my watch, I saw that we might have been gone thirty minutes.

I needed to find a bathroom soon as the handkerchief was saturated with our cum and was trying to slip from between my thighs. Spying the sign that said ladies, I headed that way. Pushing the door open and the sign "LADIES" right before my eyes, made me wonder if I fit that category anymore. I guess the unexpectedness of it all was what was bothering me. 

Finding the room empty, I found a stall and quickly lifted my skirt taking the handkerchief from my pussy. Sitting down and relieving myself, I contemplated the fate of the handkerchief. Flushing it seemed to be a good option, but I thought it might plug something up. As I blotted at my pussy, I realized that the cum would still be oozing out of me for some time to come. Tucking a wad of toilet paper there would only be a temporary fix, so I settled on keeping the handkerchief. 

I went to the wash basin and rinsed out the handkerchief and returned to the stall. I lifted my foot onto the stool, spreading my knees and pushed the handkerchief up inside my cunt, much like a tampon, leaving a small tip out so I could remove it when I got home. Returning to the main room, I looked about and saw Monty coming toward me. "Hi Honey! I was wondering where you had gone." He kissed me on the cheek. 

"I had to use the ladies room." I replied. Somewhat ashamed of my reason. Oh, well, No one was hurt, so I decided to forget it. Monty took me by the arm and we mingled with the other people for awhile, then he said we should thank our host and hostess. We said our thanks and goodbyes to Monty's boss and his wife.

My breath caught in my throat as Monty held my coat for me, for standing at the door was Jake, a knowing smile on his face. I felt a flush rush to my cheeks as we passed him. "Have a pleasant evening, Monty and Lorri, We will see you again."

I was silent on the way home, prompting Monty to ask, "What's the matter, honey? Didn't you enjoy yourself?" "Oh, Yes!" I replied. Leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Nothing like getting to know the people you spend most of your time with!"

"Yeah, they are a great company to work for!" He responded, "But, I am happier that I have a beautiful wife such as you!"

"Well, thank you, dear!" I said, nuzzling my head against his shoulder.

A Company Affair Ch. 02



As Monty drive us toward home, His hand came down to rest on my right breast. It was not unusual for him to do this just that my nipple was kind of sensitive from the sucking and pinching done to it, by Jake. He noticed my movements and was getting excited himself. "Mmmm, Honey, your breasts are so soft and full. How about us doing a little lovemaking when we get home?"

'Oh, Honey! It's kind of late and I'm a bit tired. Why not wait until tomorrow night?" That was just what I needed for my husband to find a man's handkerchief stuffed up my cunt and possibly the reason it was there.

"Damn, sweetheart! You know how I get turned on after a few drinks like we had tonight. It can be a quickie, if you want it to be." He begged. I panicked as he tried to run his hand up to my crotch. Pushing his hand down, I said. "Ok, but just a quickie. You promise?" 

"Yeah, I promise!" H e grinned. A few minutes later we pulled into our driveway and Monty hit the remote and the garage door swung up. Exiting the car, I lead the way into the house. Everything was quiet, telling me that the girls were sound asleep. My mind was busy trying to think of some way that I could gracefully get out of fucking Monty, tonight. Not that I minded, but I know that there was more of Jake's cum inside me.

Monty went straight to our bedroom and I walked down the hall to peek into the girl's bedroom. Both were sleeping soundly and I closed their door, then turning out all the lights as I went. I stepped into our bedroom and saw Monty lying there on his back, his erection pointing upwards. I started to undress, but remembered something... The handkerchief!!! 

"Please turn out the light, Monty!" 

"Gee, Babe! You know how I like to see you naked! Go ahead and I'll just watch." He grinned at me. By this time my blouse was open and my bra showing.

No! Not tonight! You promised a quickie and if you get too excited you will try to make it last all night." I scolded him.

"Oh, Alright!" he groaned and turned out the light. The room was plunged into darkness and I quickly undressed, letting my clothes fall where they may. Usually I slipped my nightie on but I knew I would get up and shower after Monty was through, just before I slid into bed, I pulled the handkerchief from my pussy and dropped it on my clothes. I stretched out on my back and spread my legs as Monty rolled over cupping my breasts and dipping a finger between my legs. I tensed up, but he mistook the motion as desire on my part, saying, "Wow, Honey! You sure are wet! I bet you were teasing me about not being in the mood." 

"I just want to be a good wife for you, dear! You know that I love you so." Accepting this as a go-ahead sign, Monty rolled on top of me as I spread my legs for him. After a little adjusting, he was inside me all the way. I know it sounds a little perverse, but knowing that his cock was fucking me with Jakes cum still there caused me to respond to Monty's love making. Humping my ass up to meet his thrusts caused me to think of how Jakes larger cock had felt inside me. When I felt Monty's cock throb inside me, I hunched my ass up and let go with my own orgasm. As we relaxed, savoring the feelings of contentment, I wrapped my legs around Monty's ass holding him deep inside me. Feeling him slowly shrink and then slip out of my cunt. Monty rolled off me with a satisfied sigh. 

Wishing that I could just lie there, I squeezed my thighs together, but still felt the cum oozing out of my cunt and over my ass-hole. Not wishing to sleep in the wet spot, I roused myself up, picked up my clothes and padded to the bathroom. I tossed the clothes into the hamper and sit for a moment on the toilet. The tinkle of urine filled the room and I blotted my pussy with toilet paper. 

Next, I adjusted the shower and stepped into the stream of warm water. It was hot and soothing at the same time. I soaped up good rubbing my tits and working the suds between my pussy lips. As I rinsed off the suds, I took the hand held shower head and directed the forceful spray between my legs, letting it penetrate between my lips and into my cunt. This was a part of my secret weapon against boredom, Masturbation!

The stream of water had caused my clit to enlarge and I rubbed it as it protruded slightly from between my cunt lips. No, I thought, twice in one night was enough, so I turned off the water and stepped from the shower. Grabbing my fluffy towel, I dried my body, relaxing after the hot shower. I stepped to the mirror, running my fingers through my hair, fluffing it up. 

As I started to turn away, I noticed a blemish on the right side of my neck. On closer inspection, I determined it to be a hickey, put there by none other than Jake! Remembering what had happened, I turn about, looking to see if there were any more. Sure enough, there was a larger one just below my left nipple and a smaller one on the side of my right breast! Damn, that Jake! He had left his mark on me. Thank God! That I had insisted that Monty turn out the light.

The hickeys on my breasts were not a big concern as no one could see them, but the one on my neck was in plain sight, so I selected a granny gown for sleeping and a high neck sweater for the next day or so. It would fade away quicker than the ones on my tits. I slipped my gown over my head and went back to our bedroom. Monty was sound asleep. I slipped into bed and lay there for long minutes, trying to sort out my feelings about the events of that evening. I just couldn't believe my behavior with Jake. It would have been so easy to scream or yell for help, but instead I just stood there and let him do as he pleased to me. I smiled to myself, thinking no one would know and there was no harm done. But a small guilty feeling kept coming back to me as I remembered Jake's words, "You want it! You know you do!" Yes, He was right! I did want it!

The following Monday, after Monty was at work and the girls on their way to school, I went into the laundry room to find the clothes hamper overflowing. With myself and two girls to care for it was a usual occurrence. Bending to my task. I sorted out the delicate fabrics, mainly lingerie, Bras; slips and panties. About half way down, I picked up the slip that I had worn that night of the company event. 

Rolled up inside the slip was my bra. As I dropped them onto the pile, the bra opened, revealing a small rumpled piece of cloth. I recognized it immediately, the handkerchief that Jake had given me to stop the flow of his cum out of my cunt! I picked it up, holding it delicately between thumb and forefinger. It had dried to stiff, crinkly stage and I turned to drop it in the trash, but I noticed two small letters on one corner. J.A.! No! I couldn't toss it away, Monty or the girls might find it. I would hide it and get rid of it later. Where to hide it, though? I carried it into my bedroom and opened the top drawer of my chest-of-drawers. 

Folding panties and slips back in the far right corner I uncovered my silver vibrater and the flesh colored dildo. I smiled to myself as I marveled how realistic it was. Well, it had come in handy several times and I just figured it was another secret that wives kept form their husbands. Placing the handkerchief along side the dildo, I carefully folded my lingerie over the top of my "secrets" and returned to my laundry room. 

A week passed and the hickeys on my tits faded faster than the memory of Jake's cock sliding in and out of my cunt. A blush would tinge my cheeks when Monty would be making love to me and the fleeting memory of Jake, fucking my mouth and pussy would cause me to moan in ecstasy as my cunt convulsed around my husbands prick. I dared not tell Monty that my increased libido for sex was indirectly connected to that evening with Jake.

The following week, Monty came home all excited, telling me that he had received a promotion, within the company. A step up the corporate ladder as he called it and a handsome raise in salary. I was happy, of course. The raise would go far in buying the girls new wardrobes for the coming school year. Then, Monty said that there was a downside to the good news. I couldn't think of anything that would make a promotion and a raise in pay, unacceptable. Monty looked at me and continued. "The job requires a bit of traveling! Now, don't get excited, honey!! It's not that bad, just a couple of days a week and I will be home for the week-ends. In most cases, I'll just be gone overnight and be home the following day." I did the math and concluded that I would have to sleep alone one night each week, which wasn't bad, because Monty was a little slow on getting it up if I wanted to be balled every day. Figuring that with masturbation I could make that one night easily.

"Oh, Honey! I'm so proud of you! I know that you have worked hard for this and I will do whatever it takes to help in any way I can." I kissed him passionately.

I thought it was very nice that the company let Monty pick the days that required him to travel. Monty asked me to pick the night that he would spend away from home. Logic told me that Wednesday night was a good choice because Monty would leave home Wednesday morning, and return Thursday night. It seemed too good to be true. 

Quickly we started planning his trip. He would need a small suit case with a change of clothes. He would have to leave about an hour earlier and get home about a hour later on the two days away from home. I would have plenty of time to get the girls off to school as usual. With the girls being in school all day, they would hardly miss him at all. 

Tuesday, after Monty left for work and the girls were off to school, I went down to the basement and found our overnight bag. Returning to the kitchen, I dusted it off and began putting things that Monty would need for the overnight stay, Shaving gear, clean change of underwear, pressed shirt, tie and pants. I felt sure that he could get by on just the one coat. 

I felt good about my preparations and kept myself busy the rest of the day with house cleaning and even did my shopping for the coming week. By the time the girls came home, I was all through with the exception of putting dinner on the table. When Monty came home, He told me that his boss had approved of his work schedule and he would start tomorrow visiting the different company offices around the State.

That night when Monty and I went to bed, I was determined to give him the best sex he could ask for. I undressed him, and played with his prick, stroking it as I kissed and licked the head. When he was so hard and rigid, he begged me to fuck him. I held off a little longer as I did a strip-tease for him, bouncing my ass and shaking my tits right in front of his face.

Knowing that he was very excited sexually, I positioned him on his back with his legs off the bed. I bent over him, dragging my hanging tits across his cock. Next, I knelt between his legs, spreading them as far apart as I could and took his shaft in my hand. I started licking him from tip to ass -hole, even sucking each of his balls into my mouth. By the time I was through, my hand and his cock was slick with the thin pre-cum dribbling from the tiny slit.

I could feel his cock throbbing violently and I knew he was going to come. Quickly I pulled his cock toward me and wrapped my lips tightly around the throbbing head. I felt the first heavy squirt hit the roof of my mouth. I was not sure if I could do it or not, but I was determined to try. Taking a deep breath, I plunged down on his prick, driving it to the very back of my throat. I could feel the underside throbbing against my tongue as he pumped squirt after squirt of hot cum into my throat. 

Resisting the urge to gag, I buried my nose in his pubic hair, shaking my head from side to side as his cock shot the remaining cum deep into my throat. Unable to breathe, I had to come up for air. Gasping loudly, I took a deep breath and swallowed the cum that had collected in my mouth. Without hesitation, I returned his prick to my mouth and sucked forcefully working my hand in a milking motion to drain all of his cum into my mouth. I raised my eyes to see Monty with a happy smile on his face. 

I continued to suck and play with his limp cock, trying to get it to regain enough stiffness that I might get off. But, alas, it was no use. Monty apologized, offering to eat my pussy to orgasm, but I declined saying that I would wait for his return and I crawled into bed beside him and within minutes he was sound asleep. I thought of masturbating but didn't follow through. Soon, I was asleep also.

The next morning, Monty hit the shower and I went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. It was an easy fix, just coffee and toast for us, but I would fix orange juice and cereal for the girls. Monty and I made small talk as we sipped our coffee and he scanned the paper. I always waited until after the girls were gone to school, then I would have my cup of coffee while reading the paper. 

As Monty prepared to leave, I brought the over-night bag and set it beside the door into the garage. Monty paused at the door, kissed me on the cheek and said "Good Bye" Then, almost as a second thought he opened my robe and gazed at my naked body. "I love it" he mumbled, as he picked up his bag and closed the door behind him. I trembled slightly, as the thought of men still finding me attractive after two children and 17 years of marriage,

As the sound of the garage door closing and the whine of our car heading out of our driveway died away, I realized that it was time to wake the girls. There was not too much to do for them. They were old enough to get ready by themselves. All that was necessary was to check them over and prepare their breakfast. Soon, they were out the door, laughing or bickering with each other as their moods moved them.

*

Aaahh, Time to relax. I poured myself another cup of coffee and picked up the paper. I went into the living room as usual, and sat in my favorite chair. For about an hour I sat there, enjoying the peaceful setting. My coffee cup was empty and the paper was read and sections of it littered the floor. Stretching my arms above my head, I twisted and turned, moving my body to tense and relax all of my muscles. Gee, it felt so good to be at ease with myself. 

Thinking about what I must do today was on my mind as I sat there. I looked down at my body, seeing my naked flesh where it was exposed beneath my robe. Thinking about what Monty had said this morning, I untied the belt and opened my robe. I suppose it was a vanity thought, but I was proud of my body. It certainly took a lot of effort on my part to keep active and fit. But diet and exercise had done wonders in helping me keep an attractive body. Heredity had done it's part as well as my skin was soft and smooth, not the creamy white skin, but darker, almost as if I had a natural tan. I was able to tan quickly without usual redness that could accompany the more fair-skinned ladies.

Looking down at myself, I let my fingertips circle the darker areolas of my breasts, feeling them pucker as the nipples hardened, creating a slight tingle in the pit of my stomach. Gee, why were they so sensitive? Many times in my younger years A few guys had discovered that touching and caressing my breasts along with a few hot, deep kisses would cause my resistance to crumble. And it seemed that trait had continued to follow me into adulthood. 

Letting my right hand slide across my tummy and down into the dark brown patch of pubic hair. It was not as thick as some of the women I had seen, but bushy enough that I kept it trimmed, especially along the edges that might be exposed when wearing bikini panties or swim suits. I curled my fingers into the furry triangle and pulled upward, producing another tingle as my clit felt the pressure of arousal. It responded even more as my fingertip slid over it and between my pussy lips. My God!! I thought! I'm getting wet already. My thought returned to last night with Monty and remembered that I had given up my chance for a climax. But now was not the time to masturbate, maybe later!

Clearing my mind of those sexual thoughts, I gathered up the scattered paper and picked up my empty coffee cup and headed for the kitchen. Throwing the paper into the trash and the cup into the sink, I headed to the bathroom. Now, for a nice hot shower to get me going this morning...



A Company Affair Ch. 03



Heading into the hallway with my robe billowing like a cape, I turned into my bedroom. I paused in front of the bathroom mirror, where I was afforded a full length view of my naked body as I stripped off the robe. I was just turning to the shower when the phone rang... It startled me and I wondered who would be calling me this early in the morning. I walked back into the bedroom, picking up the phone as it rang loudly the third time.

"Hello!" I said, easily.

"Well, you sound very happy today! Were you expecting me to call?" The deep voice of a man answered.

"Who is this?" I asked, completely puzzled.

"Well, well! Has my little cocksucker forgotten me already?" the voice asked. "Don't you remember the time we spent together on the patio during the company's event a couple of weeks ago. You were so bored and your husband was having a good time and you needed some fresh air, remember?"

"Jake?" My voice trembled, "What do you want? You shouldn't be calling here!"

"Why not? Don't you want to suck my cock, again? I think you want it more now, than you did that night, Isn't that right?" His voice still had that arrogant tone.

"Jake that was a mistake! I let it get out of control. It's my fault and I'm sorry that I let it happen. Can't we just let it be forgotten and each goes our own ways?" I know my voice had a pleading sound to it.

"Oh, No! Not at all, my little cocksucker. I can't forget how good your mouth felt on my prick, not to mention how you loved my hard cock slipping up your willing pussy. I think a slut like you should have another chance to really enjoy my cock in all of your holes." he said.

"Please, Jake! I'm married and have a family. I can't be doing this. I would just die if Monty or the girls found out!" This time I was sure that my voice had a begging tone to it. "What can I do to convince you that this is wrong?"

"I can't see where fucking a slut like you is wrong! I'm doing you a favor, because you need a steady diet of cock and cum to keep you happy. As for keeping it from Monty or your daughters, that is strictly up to you. You will have to figure that out!" His voice had a threatening tone to it.

Hoping to placate him, I replied, "Please, Jake! I admit that it was enjoyable and we both had orgasms from it, but it just can't continue."

"The hell, it can't!" he replied loudly, then in a quieter tone, added. "I am just down the street from your door. I will be there in two minutes and you better have the door open before the doorbell stops chiming. Do you understand, whore!"

"Jake, you can't do this! I'll call the police and you will be arrested! I don't want to, but you are forcing me."

"Go ahead and call the police if you want to accept the consequences. But, I promise you that Monty, your daughters and all of your neighbors will know what a slut and whore you are. Now, get your ass in gear and have the door open before the chimes stop ringing." And the phone went dead.

Panic ran through me as I grabbed my robe and slipped it on. I only had time to tie the belt around my waist and run to the front door as the chimes sounded. I pulled the door open to see Jake standing there as if he was head of the house. A smirk was on his lips as he took in my mode of dress.

"Well, well! I knew you would be reasonable when you fully understood the situation." He grinned, as he stepped through the doorway. I closed the door behind him and stood before him, meekly.

"Please, Jake! I... I.. We can't do this!" I stammered, "I'm married and if this got around, I'd be the laughing stock of the neighborhood. You can't just barge in here and demand sex from me. Yes, I admit that I got carried away that night on the patio and I also admit that I enjoyed it, but it was a fluke. Nobody was hurt by it and if you would just leave, I won't say anything about it."

"Leave?" He laughed, "You don't want me to leave! You want more of my cock, don't you? You remember the feeling you got with my cock buried in your pussy up to my balls? You weren't asking me to leave then, when your cunt was pulsing and quivering around my prick. Why don't you admit it?"

"Please, don't talk that way, Jake!" I pleaded. "I'm a married woman!"

"Sure, you are!" He smiled that arrogant smile again. "You are a married slut and whore. I bet this was not the first time that you offered that juicy pussy of yours to a strange cock, is it?"

"That is beside the point!" I replied, defensively. "A Lady can make a mistake and that is what happened. I said I was sorry that I lost control of my passions."

"Lady? Passions? My God, woman! How you go on! It was plain fucking and sucking that you were looking for. You wanted to get your tonsils pushed around and your married cunt lubricated with another man's cum." He paused, his large hands reaching for me. "Besides, I didn't come here to argue, I came here to fuck you."

"No! Please...!" My words died in my throat as he pulled me to him, his strong arms holding my trembling body close as his lips found mine in a rough kiss. I felt his hand slip inside my robe and squeezed my left tit. I resisted his probing tongue against my lips until he got my nipple between thumb and finger, pinching it hard. I opened my mouth to protest, but his tongue cut off any sound that I was capable of making. His arm around my waist was keeping me pressed tight against him and I could feel the tell-tale bulge of his cock pressing into my stomach. 

For long, breathless minutes, Jakes lips and tongue danced and probed against my eyes, ears, neck and shoulders, always returning to my open mouth where our tongues darted and twisted in their dance of pagan love. Breathlessly, I tried vainly to push him away, but I was held fast to this man who was determined to have his way with me. With the sensation of his lips and hands on my breasts and the growing bulge in his pants, I felt myself growing less resistant. I felt weak and shaky as Jake released me. I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself and offered no resistance as he reached for the belt to my robe.

With agile fingers he made the loosely tied knot disappear and with a brush of his hands my robe slipped off my shoulders, landing in a wrinkled pile around my ankles. His dark eyes swept over my naked body, taking in the rapid rise and fall of my breasts. He reached out to cup and caress my tits and pull at the hard, erect nipples. 

Bending down, he kissed along my neck and shoulders, leaving a cool trail from his tongue downward to my breasts. Each one was kissed and molded as his lips sought the erect nipples, sucking each in turn, drawing my breasts out to a point as the nipple and areolas disappeared into his mouth. While continuing to suck my tits, I felt his hand slip across my stomach and down to my pubic hair. With his mouth still sucking forcefully on my breasts, his fingers curled through my hair and found my clitoris. My body trembled as he touched the sensitive button and I immediately felt it responding to his touch.

"Aaahh!" He whispered as he let my nipple slip from his mouth. "I think you are liking this, aren't you?" 

I did not answer, but sighed inwardly as the tingle in my stomach started to build. I was drawn to the touch of his fingers and my legs opened of their own accord offering him access to my most intimate place. My hips hunched forward as his fingers rubbed along the swollen lips of my pussy. The long, thin inner lips were slick with my fluids and separated easily as two fingers slid deep into my cunt. I bit my lower lip to suppress a soft moan of pleasure as Jake held me tight against his body, my head laying lightly against his shoulder. His fingers curled like a hook and pressed even deeper into me, spreading my pussy lips even more, causing my swollen clit to rub against the palm of his hand as I move my hips slowly back and forth.

Jake's mouth sought mine as I stretched up on my toes, pressing my breasts against his chest as our tongues darted in and out, driving our passions higher. I let my hand slid off his hip and come around in front; searching for the large bulge that was between us. His pants was restricting his cock as my fingers traced the outline of its length through the tight fabric of his pants. My breathing was hot and rapid as I tried to squeeze the large cock and push my wet pussy deeper onto his probing fingers. I was sure that Jake sensed that I was nearing a sexual climax, because he quickly broke our kiss and pushed me back, withdrawing his fingers from my steaming cunt.

"Oh, No you don't, my little whore! Not so fast! We have all day for you to enjoy my prick and all the cum in my balls." he grinned, "So, there is no need to hurry!"

I stood silently in front of him, my breasts rising and falling as I breathed deeply, trying to regain some sense of understanding as to my feelings. There was no doubt in my mind at all that I had responded to his sexual overtures without even thinking of the consequences but, was deeply disturbed by the thought of discovery. I didn't have much time to think about it as Jake's voice lifted me out of my trance-like state.

"Well, Come on! Don't you want to see what I have for you?" He laughed, "But you have to work for it! Come, my little slut and undress me!"

Seeing no way out of my dilemma, I moved forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. Under normal circumstances this would be exciting, but it was very obvious that I was not in control. I saw that arrogant grin on his lips as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and pull the shirt tail out of his pants. Jake quickly stripped the shirt off his arms as I gazed at his massive chest. I had to admit that he was a handsome hunk of man-flesh. I looked downward and the bulge looked even larger than it had felt. It made a tent-like effect in his pants leg as it pressed against the fabric. I felt Jake's hands on my shoulders as he pushed me downward, saying, "I think you can do the rest of it better on your knees." I sank down on my knees and reached out for the belt. My eyes looked up into his smiling face and my trembling hands removed the belt. 

The loud hiss of the zipper filled the room as my fingers found the tab and pulled down. The snap at the waist-band clicked open and his pants were supported only by his hips and the growing bulge in front. As I reached for the waist-band, I realized that he was not wearing underwear and as the pants slipped off the cheeks of his ass, the weight dropped them to his ankles. I gasped in surprise as the enormous prick snapped upwards; brushing my cheek as it rose to eye level, then throbbed upwards until it reached the full erection stage. It was an awesome sight.

Remembering the night on the patio, I was surprised that I did not realize at that time how massive his cock was. But, seeing it for the first time in the light of day caused me to gasp in awe. It looked even bigger than it had felt through his pants fabric. The shaft stood up at a 45 degree angle from the bed of thick pubic hair. I noticed at that time that he had trimmed all the hair from around base of the shaft as well as his balls. The sac, although wrinkled, contained two large testicles about the size of small plums making the sac hang down well below the shaft. My shaking hand reached for them, cradling them gently and feeling the heaviness of them. Now, I understood the need for his handkerchief that night on the patio. 

My eyes were drawn to the massive column of flesh rising out of the clearing, very much like a lone tree standing in a small clearing, surrounded by thick brush. My eyes took in the road map of swollen veins that circled the throbbing shaft, twisting upward and disappearing just below the large, deep-purple head. It looked so swollen and smooth, the flaring edges sloping upward to the blunt tip and the small slit that was leaking pre-cum. 

"Come on! My little cocksucker! You have looked enough!" He laughed. As my eyes rolled upward to meet his mocking gaze. Knowing that I had no other choice, I decided to comply with his wishes and bent forward to kiss and lick his balls, taking each one into my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. Letting them slip from my mouth, they hung wetly against his thighs as my tongue began the long journey upward. The tip of my tongue traced the swollen veins, leaving a shiny wetness as I neared the swollen, throbbing head. My hand reached for the shaft, my fingers circling it at the base and pulling the head downward to meet the tip of my tongue. I gathered up the oozing pre-cum and spread it lavishly all over the flaring head. My sensitive tongue could feel the tiny nubs that covered the lower edge of the flaring gland.

Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I guided the swollen, throbbing cock-head between my lips, being careful not to rake my teeth against the sensitive gland. God! I couldn't believe that I was able to take that much into my mouth. I felt Jakes hands clamp on each side of my head as I pressed my tongue tight against the thrusting head, making it rub gently between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that Jake was in control of my sucking his cock. He would speed up his thrusts into my mouth, pressing the head right into the opening of my throat, causing me to gag several times as he fucked my mouth. Other times he would pull back, letting the head throb and jerk in my mouth as he tried to control his urge to cum. 

The thin taste of his pre-cum coated my lips and tongue, the wetness on the shaft marking the depth of his strokes. Occasionally, he would allow me to swallow the fluids building up in my mouth, but a lot was dripping off my chin and falling on my tits. Even though I tried to suppress my passion, my erect nipples and seeping cunt gave me away. I couldn't deny that it was having the desired effect on me. 



A Company Affair Ch. 04



"Now, that's a good little cocksucker! I told you that you wanted this hard cock in every hole you have and before the day is over, you will have your wish." He gloated. 

I looked upward, seeing him smiling down at me. "Yes, My little slut. Suck my cock! Show me how much you enjoy it! Forget about your husband and your daughters, Think only about my cock and how much you love it, in your mouth! In your hot, wet pussy! In that tight little ass-hole of yours!" 

His words caused my face to flush as I realized what I must look like, on my knees, sucking hungrily on a cock that was not my husband's. What would Monty say? And my Daughters? After all of our intimate conversations about sex, masturbation and love. How would they react to the knowledge of their Mother, on her knees, sucking and enjoying a stranger's cock? I shuddered, thinking that this nightmare would be over soon and I could once again be a respectable wife and mother. This episode with Jake had to be kept a secret from them at all costs.

"That's enough of that for now, my little cocksucker, I have other plans for you, but don't worry, and you will have ample time to suck it again." As he stepped back, there was an audible "PLOP" as his cock head was withdrawn from my mouth. Jake reached down and lifted me to my feet. Holding me to him, his lips crushing mine in a very wet, deep kiss. The warm wetness that I had left on his cock was quickly evaporating on my skin as I pressed inward.

When we broke apart from that very passionate kiss, Jake bent forward and with one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees, he swept me off my feet and into his arms. Holding me easily as my arms circled his neck; he kissed me again and whispered, "Now, show me your bedroom!" Without hesitating, I pointed the way.

Jake carried me down the hall and through the door of my bedroom, where he dumped me, unceremoniously, onto my and Monty's king-size bed. The movement caused my mind to swirl and realized that I was laying crossways of the bed with my legs hanging over the edge. A fleeting thought raced through my mind as I lay there, watching Jake peering lustfully at my naked body. It seemed to always be facts that when a woman is naked and on her back, she loses a sense of control over her emotions, as well her passion.

At that very moment, I wanted nothing more than to be fucked hard, to feel Jakes rigid cock go deeper in to my willing cunt, deeper than Monty's ever had, to stretch my cunt lips around the hard length of his throbbing prick. I held up my arms in a motion of surrender and invitation, needing the feel of his cock throbbing and squirting his hot, sticky cum deep into my pussy and flooding my cervix. 

However, it seemed that I was going to be denied that pleasure, at least for a time, because Jake knelt on the floor and roughly spread my legs apart and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs up and I rested my heels on the bed as he splayed my crotch wide. 

"My, My! So wet so early in the morning? Did Monty fuck you last night or are you enjoying your time with me that much?" He laughed as his thumbs gripped my pussy lips, spreading them as far as he could. "I wondered how you would look, spread out before me. But we may have to make a few changes before the day is over."

"What do you mean, changes, what changes?" I asked.

"You will find out, soon enough!" He grinned. "Right now I want to taste this juicy cunt of yours." It was like an electric shock as his tongue flicked rapidly across my swollen, sensitive clit. My legs jerked involuntarily, throwing my ass upwards as his tongue stabbed deep into my pussy. Jake sure knew how to eat pussy, I thought as I neared my first orgasm. His tongue was never still, stabbing deep inside then sucking like a vacuum cleaner, pulling my inner pussy lips into his mouth, sucking my juices off of them. It seemed as if he was trying to turn my cunt inside out. 

With my hips bouncing Jake zeroed in on my clit, His tongue flicking against the swollen nub. His lips sucked it deeper into his mouth and I felt his teeth nipping at it. The tingle started in my stomach, then spread through my hips and ass, and ended up at my clit. With my hips bucking in orgasmic convulsions, Jake managed to ride out my climax, his mouth still at my swollen clit. I started to relax, but Jake was not through with me. Quickly, he brought me to another climax, then another! I had never had that many climaxes before. I was not aware that I could be multi-orgasmic like that.

Pushing at his head, I pleaded for him to stop. He looked up at me as I gasped for breath. His face was all wet with my juices and I could feel them dribbling out of my cunt and running down to my ass-hole. "Please…! No more!" I panted from my exertions. "It is too sensitive!" Jake smiled and nodded his head. "You rest a bit, my little slut! I have a bit of cleaning up to do." And with that he went back to my wet pussy and started lapping at the juices that flowed out, cautiously avoiding my sensitive clit.

For several long minutes he devoured my cunt, licking, sucking, tasting. He ran his tongue inside and out, even probing at my ass-hole. Jake seemed to enjoy flicking his tongue at times over my sensitive, swollen clit. He always laughed as I flinched and jerked.

"Well, My little fuck-hole! Did you enjoy that?" He grinned, flicking his tongue over my clit again. 

"Yes!" I murmured as his tongue flicked again.

"You were very wet so early this morning, my little cunt! Didn't Monty fuck you last night?" He asked, still holding my legs wide.

"No, he didn't" I answered,

"Why not?" He asked, blowing a cool steam of air into the mouth of my cunt.

"Because I gave him a blow-job instead!" I replied.

"Oh I see! Then you knew that I would come around to fuck you again? To have you suck my cock!"

"No, I didn't! I was surprised to see you! I thought I was just a one time fling to you!"

"But, you hoped I would show up, didn't you?"

"No!"

"And I bet you never thought about me, once in the past two weeks?"

"Please, Jake! Ok, I did think about you…. Several times, but I know it can't go on. I have to think about my family. They must never know about us!"

"That will depend on you, my little slut!" He grinned. "You don't mind me calling you "My little slut" do you? Because that is what you are, MY Slut! You may be a wife and a mother to others, but your ass belongs to me!"

"Jake, Please be reasonable!" I pleaded.

"I am being reasonable. I went to considerable trouble to get Monty that promotion and rise in salary, and I can get it taken away." He replied angrily." All you need is a little understanding on how things will be around here!" He got to his feet, still looming over me and thrust two fingers of his right hand deep into my exposed cunt. He curled the ends of his fingers in a hook shape and lifted my ass off the bed, shaking my ass and hips easily. I saw the glare in his eyes as he lifted my ass high in the air, my feet coming off the bed and plopping on the floor as he let my ass drop. At that moment, I truly felt that he was trying to tear my pussy out of my body.

"You hot cunted, stupid, cocksucking Bitch! All the lip I want from you is to be applied around my cock! Do you understand?" At that moment I fully understood his intentions.

"Yes….!" I answered meekly, Unable to keep the fear out of my eyes.

"If you think I'm joking, just try me. Not only will Monty and your precious girls know what a whore you are, but the whole town will also know. How will you feel when Monty loses his job and everyone knows you are the cause of it?" He glared at me. 

"I'm Sorry!" I said, cowering under his gaze.

"You better be sorry!" Then I saw him smile a little as he said, "Get your ass up here on the bed. All of your complaining has caused me to lose my hard-on, so now you can use your mouth to get it back."

Jake lay down on his back; his legs spread wide and guided me between them. I lay down on my stomach, balancing my upper body with my hands which were on each side of his hips. As I lowered myself to his crotch, my tits swung forward, dragging my nipples against his hairy thighs. I bent my head down and using my tongue, I scooped his soft cock up and sucked it into my mouth. It was still wet with precum that had seeped out during the time he was sucking my pussy. 

Even with it soft, the head stretched to the very opening of my throat, I was able to have all of his cock in my mouth and lick his balls at the same time. It seemed to be having an immediate effect as I felt his cock growing longer and thicker, pressing farther into my mouth. Finally, I had to back off as the length of it was causing me to gag. 

"Don't worry, Babe!' He grinned, "In time you will learn to swallow all of it and still lick my balls."

When he was completely erect, He pulled me up over his body, his cock dragging between my tit, across my tummy and through my bush. As my legs spread around his hips I felt the swollen head brushing against my pussy lips. Try as I might, I couldn't stop the tingle that flooded through me. The thought of where I was and who I was with, seemed so obscene, not only sucking a strange cock in my own home, but getting ready to be fucked in our own marriage bed. Strangely, the thought quickly faded away as I pushed backwards, feeling the hardness slip between my pussy lips and rub across my ass-hole.

Quickly, I leaned forward, tilted my hips to a better angle, and pushed backwards. This time the large purple head slid past my clit and into my pussy, splitting my lips easily. I rocked backward, drawing my knees forward and as I settled astride of his hips, his cock sank into the very depths of my soul. Crazy with lust, I worked my hips back and forth, swinging my hips in circles, causing his cock stir my pussy like a spoon in a bowl, all the while my clit was rubbing against his pubic bone. Jake reached up, grabbed both my nipples in each hand, and pulled hard, stretching the nipples down to his chest. 

I screamed loudly as my cunt convulsed around his cock. Again and again, the spasm's rocketed through me; clinching my pussy muscles so tight around his throbbing cock I thought he would never be able to remove it. As the convulsions in my pussy began to lessen, I feel forward on top of him, my knees bent as I squatted on his prick. The full length of his cock was buried up to the hilt inside my quivering sheath. My mouth found his and our tongues danced and darted about wildly.

Jake put his arms around me, holding me tight to him. At that moment I didn't want to move, I just wanted to continue to feel the sexual bliss that I was feeling now. I felt so exhausted after the exquisite cum I had enjoyed. As my pussy stopped it's clinching, Jake decided to move. Still holding me tight against his chest, He rolled over, pinning me to the bed under him. His weight felt massive on my upper body, but his cock never moved an inch out of my cunt. 

I wrapped my arms around his massive chest, as he moved his arms up, supporting his weight on his elbows as his hands gripped my shoulders, his hot breath in my ear, he whispered. "Now it is my turn, Bitch!" 

What followed in the next few minutes was plain and simple, brutal fucking. I had never been fucked so hard and fast before. The rigid length of his prick was rammed into my soaking cunt so hard, my whole body was jolted. The bed was shaking and threatening move around on its own. About all I could do was hang on! I pulled my knees up to his waist and wrapped my feet over his pounding ass. In this position, I was spread so open his hips and cock had unrestricted access to my vagina. Had it not been for his hands on my shoulders, holding me to him, I am sure I would have been driven upward and out from under him. So furious was his fucking that I held on to him with all my strength in my arms and legs. 

The room was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, slapping wetly together, as sighs, moans and groans and the squeaking of the bed contributed to the lustful sounds. A thin film of sweat covered our bodies as Jake slammed into me, the length of his cock sawing back and forth across my swollen, sensitive clit. His lips and tongue was searching feverishly for my own, sinking into my mouth and ears. It seemed as if I could feel every swollen vein that circled the rigid shaft of his prick as my pussy lips fluttered about, wrapped tightly around the prick that was pounding my married cunt.

A loud moan escaped my lips, as I tilted my hips and thrust my pussy upwards, feeling the rush of my impending orgasm. It started as a tingle in my stomach, burst like a rocket in my clit and set off convulsive movements deep inside my cunt. The sound of my voice, loud and filled with lust, filled the room as I stiffened under him, "Yes! Jake! Yes! Fuck Me! Fuck my cunt! Fill me with your cum! I want your cum inside me! Oh, God! I'm cumming!" As I thrashed about, my orgasm so great that every muscle in my body tensed and strained, Jake thrust his cock to the very bottom of my sheath and held it there, my clit squeezed between the base of his cock and pubic bone as my steaming pussy sucked and clinched at the swollen shaft.

As my whole body shook with an indescribable wave of pleasure, Jake held me there, skewered with his huge organ throbbing violently against my cervix. 

"See! My little slut! I told you that you wanted me to fuck you, to stretch your married cunt, making you climax and beg for more!" Unable to deny it, I lay quietly beneath him, feeling his cock throbbing inside my quivering pussy.



A Company Affair Ch. 05



Jake was motionless above me as he tried to regain control of his pulsating cock. Our harsh breathing filled the room as we lay there, arms and legs entwined as our sex organs cried out in pleasure. The respite was short lived as Jake started fucking me again with pounding thrusts, sending jolts all through my body. The film of sweat had grown making our body's slick. My tits were squeezed between us and my nipples were being stimulated by the coarse hair on his chest. Gone were the guilt feelings of adultery as Jake pounded my pussy with renewed vigor and determination. I responded with uninhibited movements of my own, thrusting my pussy up to meet his downward plunge, accepting his full, hard length inside me.

Quickly, I was brought to the brink of orgasm as he fucked me so violently, each stroke of his prick sliding against my clit was like and electric shock. All at once I felt Jake's body stiffen, the full weight of his hips driving his cock to the hilt. I felt the rapid throbbing as his cock-head erupted, squirting his thick, sticky cum into my cervix. My sensitive cunt reacted to the throbbing, squirting cock and started the long slide down to orgasmic pleasure. The sensations lasted long moments as we lay there, pinned together by cock and cunt. The throbs and squirts of his cock slowly abated, as my cunt continued to suck and squeeze as if trying to get every drop of sperm from him.

We rested, allowing ourselves deep breaths of air as the sexual sensations diminished. Kissing me and nuzzling at my neck and ears, Jake rolled over onto his back, pulling me effortlessly with him. In a moment, I was astride him, his half-hard cock still embedded in my pussy. I pushed downwards trying to keep it from slipping out of my flooded cunt. I gave a little cry of disappointment as I felt it finally slip out, even though I squeezed my cunt muscles tightly, trying to hold it in. My pussy felt so empty and open and the juices of our orgasms began to flow out, drenching Jake's cock and balls.

"Oh God!" I whispered to Jake as my lips sought his. "I have never been fucked like that before! It was great!"

"Then you want more of it?" He grinned, as I set upright, my tits hanging down and swaying slightly as I moved.

"Yes! Even though I shouldn't!" I replied.

"Then why don't you move down there and show your appreciation to the object of your affection." He said, pushing me downwards toward his feet.

"But you are so wet and sticky down there." I protested, knowing exactly what he was asking.

"So what?" he replied, "You have swallowed cum before?"

"Well, Yes!" I admitted.

"And was it from men since you have been married to Monty?"

"Yes." I replied, hesitatingly.

"And you have tasted pussy juice, too?"

I nodded my head, and he asked, "Who's?"

"Mine."

"Anyone else's? 

"Why do you want to know all of this?" I asked.

"Because you are my slut and I want to know all about you." 

By this time, he had maneuvered me downward until I was crouched above his crotch. I looked at his soft cock surrounded by the matted hair. His balls, looking like two large walnuts hung down between his legs, were glistening wetly from our juices.

"So answer me!" He said as his fingers curled into my hair.

"There was a neighbor girl just a bit older than I. She showed me how to eat her."

"You liked it and did it a lot for her?"

"Yes."

"Then you should enjoy this, too!" He said as he pulled my face down into the wet, matted hair. 

The acrid smell wafted up to my nose, but surprisingly. I was not repulsed by it, but was stimulated at the thoughts surrounding my predicament. I bent to my task, licking, sucking, and lapping as he guided my head, mouth, and tongue about his crotch. I sucked his balls one at a time into my mouth, swirling my tongue about them, then at his urging took both balls into my mouth and rolled them about with my tongue. After about 15 minutes he allowed me to stop, but only after he had made me lick his ass-hole as he curled up with his knees to his chest.

"Good Girl! My little married bitch. Too bad, Monty and the girls were not here to see that performance!" He patted my head, gently.

"Please, Jake! Don't talk like that! They must never know about this." I begged.

"Don't worry about it! Just do as I say and they will never know what a slut and whore you are!" I know my face flamed red with embarrassment as he said that, but considering what had happened over the last few hours certainly seemed to validate every word he said. 

Jake reached out and pulled me down beside him, cupping my tits in his hands as we kissed. 

"I think we need something to eat!" Jake stretch out his hand and turned the clock on the head board to face him. It seemed that the violent fucking we had done had moved things around a bit. A framed picture of Monty stared out at me, the smile on his face was almost as if he had been watching and had approved of our performance. I sat up and slipped out of bed, looking briefly for my robe. Realizing that it must still be in the other room, I told Jake that I needed to shower and then I would fix sandwiches or what ever he wanted. He nodded his head in approval, and I walked out of the room, feeling his eyes on my naked body.

I adjust the water flow to the shower and stepped inside. I had just begun soaping up and I heard the shower door open and felt Jake's presence behind me. He took the soap from me and began lathering my back. I relaxed as he continued rubbing my ass-cheeks and thighs. When he was satisfied, he pressed his body to mine and wrapped his arms around me and continued to soap me up. Gently, he massaged my breasts and nipples, pulling and pinching them until they stood erect. Down over my stomach and to my crotch, his soapy fingers spreading and delving into my pussy. 

When he stopped, I turned around and took the soap from him, lathering him up as he had done me. My fingers massaged his back and ass cheeks. Then his chest and stomach. I knelt down in front of him, soaping his legs and thighs. Finally, his cock and balls were handled gently and lovingly, my fingers tracing a sensual line even back to his ass-hole as he spread his legs for me.

For a long time we stood under the stinging spray, watching the soapy water cascade down our bodies, swirling down the drain. I reached up and removed the shower head from its holder and directed it spray onto Jake's naked body. This was really the first chance I had to really see it. I was quite surprised to notice the difference between Him and Monty. Where as Monty's skin was smooth and white, with just a light brown patch of hair around his cock and balls. Jake's was a darker tan, with a hairy chest covering the muscular features. A thin line of hair ran down from his navel to merge with the dark, thick patch of hair surrounding his cock and balls. Not that Monty was fat and flabby, but the muscles were not as defined as Jake's was.

Then there was a significant difference in their sexual equipment. Monty's balls hung close to his shaft and his cock hung down about 3 ½ to 4 inches when soft. When Monty was hard, his cock swelled to a respectable size of 6 ¼ inches X 1 ½ inches.

Jake's Balls, On the other hand was larger, hanging at least 3 ½ Inches below his cock. The loose skin of his sack stretched around two large testicles, about the size of large walnuts. His soft cock hung down about 5 ½ inches down his leg. It was the largest cock and balls that I had ever seen. The thought of it hard and erect made me want to measure it, but that would have to wait until another time. Jake took the shower head from me and rinsed the soap away, directing the spray against my tits and nipples. The tingle of the spray caused my nipples to harden and areolas to pucker, making my nipples stick out more. 

Jake, then directed the spray between my legs, rinsing the suds out of my bush and off my thighs. Placing the shower head tight against my pussy mouth, the pressure of the water actually penetrated my vagina, having the same effect as a douche. The sensation of the spray against my clit caused me to bite my lips and to stifle a moan of pleasure. Jake caught the look of passion on my face, and remarked, "Hum! Another secret that you gave up? So you have tried the spray?" Embarrassed a bit, I nodded. "Yes!"


With my cunt washed good inside and out, I stood there waiting for Jake to direct me. "Ok, Cunt! Let's get dried off and have something to eat. You can't live on sex forever and neither can I." I stepped out of the shower and got a large, fluffy towel. I watched Jake walk toward me, his cock, and balls swinging between his legs. Quickly. I dried him off, taking great care to be gentle with his balls. When I was through with him, I noticed that his prick had swelled a bit, especially the large, purple head. I dried myself off as Jake watched me. He smiled encouragingly as I spread my legs and dabbed at my pussy, my clit was still a bit sensitive as the towel rubbed against it.

Jake followed me into the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on my naked body as he sat at the table and I moved about, preparing a sandwich and soup for both of us. I admit that it was stimulating to me to have him so interested in the movements of my breasts and ass. I placed our lunch on the table and feeling his hands caress my ass and I did a little bump and grind to let him know that I liked it. I walked over to the refrigerator and extracted two bottles of beer and returned to the table and sat down next to Jake. It did feel kind of unusual to be eating and being stark naked.

We made small talk to each other as we ate our lunch, sipping our beer. I had thoughts of sitting at this table with my family and remembering our family talks. Looking at Jake and me sitting naked made me blush. However, I had gotten into this by foolish actions and would have to accept what Jake had planned for me.

Somehow, I thought that he would soon tire of me and find someone else to fuck as he had me. I would go along with his wishes and keep our little secret from my family. It was the only thing I could do. I cleared the table of our dishes, stacking them in the sink. The empty bottles were placed in the trash. I would put every thing away after Jake left. I walked back to Jake and stood quietly as he ran his hands all over my body, almost like he was inspecting me. I began to warm to his touch, moaning softly as he pinched and pulled at my nipples. His hands moved down my body, caressing here and there. I spread my legs as his fingers curled through my bush, pulling my cunt hair, then slipping between the glistening folds of my cunt lips.

The friction of his fingers against my clit brought a soft moan to my lips and I felt the sensitive bud began to swell. Jake stood up and pulled me to him. I felt his cock press into my belly and he kissed me about the neck, face, and ears. I opened my mouth to his probing tongue as I felt his hand come between us and guide his now fully erect cock between my legs. My breath was coming faster and I worked my hips back and forth, rubbing the length of his cock against my clit.

Jake released me and turned me around. Moving a chair out of the way, he bent me over the table. Stepping closer to my ass, I felt him rub his cock head along my moist lips, probing slightly until he felt the slick opening. He drove the full length of his prick into my cunt, jolting both me and the table. Making long, slow strokes into my pussy caused me to lubricate his cock more. I moaned my disappointment as I felt him withdraw completely, but a split second later the hot wetness of his cock head touched my ass-hole.

"No!" I cried, "Please! Not there!" I struggled against his hands as one grabbed my hair, forcing my face against the cool table top and the other guided his cock into my ass-hole. I screamed loudly as it slipped painfully deeper into my ass.

"Stop your screaming! Bitch! Just relax and it won't hurt so much." and a moment later I felt the hairless sack of his balls slap against my empty cunt. I knew then that he was completely in my ass-hole. Without pausing, Jake made several long strokes in and out of my ass-hole, each time his thrusts were so hard he almost lifted my feet off the floor as well as moving the table an inch or so with each stroke. 

Without warning, Jake withdrew his cock, spun me around, and thrust his cock into my mouth, I have no time to protest or prepare, the taste of his boiling cum flooded my mouth, and all I could do was gag and swallow. The throb and squirting slowed and I struggled to get my breath as Jake held my head to his crotch. When he released me I gagged and run to the sink, but there was nothing coming up, I had managed to swallow everything without choking to death.

Jake stood there, his half hard cock dripping cum on the floor and a grin on his face. It was obvious that he was enjoying my humiliation and discomfort.

"Well, Cocksucker! Don't just stand there and look! Come clean me up!" 

"NO!" I cried.

"Now, you know it is not good for you to say no to me, but seeing as how you are fairly new to this, I'll let it go for now." he grinned wickedly. "I wonder what your girls would think."

Knowing that I was defeated, I got a wet clothe and wiped his cock clean. Shuddering to think of what had happened. I would certainly try to avoid that again.

"Jake, the time... Sara and Melissa will be home before long, I need time to rearrange things." I cautioned him.

"What time do they get here?"

"4:30 PM. Or very close to that" I replied.

"Well it is only a little after 3:00 PM, now, so we still have a little time to play." he replied. "What do you use to remove the hair from your legs and underarms?"

"I use a depilatory cream." I answered. "Why?"

"Go get it, and also a pair of scissors! And don't ask so many questions."

I got the items he asked for from the bathroom and carried them to him. Once again, I was placed on the table with my legs over the edge. Jake grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, resting my feet on the edge of the table. Next, he pulled up a chair and sat down, my pussy was right before him. I was not sure what to expect, but I hoped for a tongue lashing like he had given my earlier in the bedroom. Instead, Jake pushed my knees sideways, spreading my crotch even more. I felt his fingers spreading my pussy lips then he ran them through my bush.

"Hmmm!" He smiled, "Still looks good! But your ass-hole looks a little red and stretched."

"It has a good reason to look that way!" I replied, "My God, Jake! You are so big down there!"

"Yes, and you love it that way, don't you?" He scoffed, "I bet mine was not the first cock to be rammed up your pretty ass-hole, was it?"

Embarrassed to admit it, I refrained from answering, but seeing that knowing smirk on his face, I knew that he knew he was right. I felt a tug on my pussy hair, followed by the "snip-snip" sound of the scissors. Realizing what was happening, I cried.

"No! Jake No! Don't cut my pussy hair! Monty will notice it right away! What will I say to him?"

"Stop your complaining, Cunt! I'm sure you will think of something to tell him." He laughed, "Just like all the other times that you were out fucking around on him."

Again, my silence gave credit to his statement of my infidelity. Minutes passed as the scissors continued to clip at my cunt-hair, his fingers brushing it away and letting it fall on the floor. By the time he was through clipping, I could feel my clit throbbing as he clipped around it. 

Next, Jake took the bottle of depilatory cream and spread it liberally all over my crotch area. It had a soothing effect at first, followed by a slightly irritated feeling as the cream did it's work on the remains of my pussy hair. Jake helped me off the table and led me back to the bathroom. It would take about 5 minutes for the cream to work. He had me sit on the commode and suck his cock. By the time it took the cream to work, my lips had also done their work on his cock. The combination of the cream and my sucking caused a sexual response in me. I wanted to rub my clit in the worst way, but the cream prevented me from doing that. Jake's cock had responded equally well to my sucking and I felt it swelling in my mouth. Soon it was rubbing the opening of my throat and caused a slight gagging sound. 

I would not have minded at all if he had finished in my mouth, but he had other plans. "Ok. My little cocksucker! Go wash your pussy and then come back to the bedroom."



A Company Affair Ch. 06



Jake pulled away, his prick wet from my mouth. As he walked away, I stepped into the shower and adjusted the water. The warm water felt good on my pussy as I used a washcloth to remove the cream and all of the remaining hair around my pussy. I ran my hand over my bare pussy, feeling the smoothness of my skin. I got out of the shower and started drying myself off. As I stood before the mirror, I could see that my nipples were erect. I looked downward, seeing my completely bare pussy and thinking that it looked like a young girl's pussy, caused me to think back on the memories as a young girl discovering the sensations of sex. Those feelings had only grown stronger as the years had passed.

Returning to the bedroom, I saw Jake idly stroking his large cock right in the middle of Monty's and my marriage bed. He surveyed his handiwork on my cunt and smiled. 

"Hey! That's better! Now you even look like my slut!" He gloated.

As I stood before him, I spied the clock on the headboard of our bed. "Please, Jake! The time! The girls could be here any minute!" I cried, fear tugging at my mind. "I still need to clean up the house!"

"Then you better get your ass over here and get to work on this!" He waved his hard cock at me. "Because, when I leave here you are going to have a fresh fucked pussy, and my cum dripping out of it."

I crawled on the bed and waited for him to mount me. "No, you don't, whore! You are to do the work! Get your cunt over here and fuck me." Desperate to get him on his way and out of the house, I quickly threw my leg across his hips and settled downward. Reaching between my legs, I grasped his cock, lifting it up feeling the head rub my swollen clit. Aligning to my pussy, I sat down on it, feeling it plunge all the way to the bottom. I moaned loudly as my clit struck his pubic bone. 

Abandoning any sense of respectability, I fucked him like a sex starved teenager, driving his hard cock in and out, swinging my ass in circles, keeping my clit in contact with his throbbing cock. Jake grabbed my swing tits, pinching my nipples hard, as he lifted his ass up to meet my downward motions as he mouthed words at me, calling me all sort of foul names. For some reason, they inflamed my desire and soon I was climbing that pleasure peak, moaning loudly. A split second after my cunt convulsed around his cock, I felt his cock throb and the filling squirts of his cum flooding my pussy again.

I pressed backwards holding his squirting cock firmly in my quivering pussy and we kissed open mouth and breathing heavily from our exertions. I could have lain there forever, savoring the pleasurable feelings of sexual release but, the clock on the headboard told me there was not time. I lifted my pussy slowly off his prick, feeling my pussy squeezing the length of it, sucking to get all of his hot, thick cum. "Please, Hurry! Jake!" I begged pulling away. "The girls will be here soon."

"You still have work to do! Cunt! You are the one who needs to hurry!" pointing at his cum coated prick.

I knew what was expected and set to work with my tongue and lips, cleaning his cock and balls from all of our juices. When he was satisfied with my efforts, he pushed me away and got to his feet. I scrambled to my feet as well and I looked down at the rumpled sheets. Seeing the cum stains, as evidence of my unfaithfulness to Monty, I made a mental note to be sure I changed them as soon as I could, but Jake warned me,

"Do not change the sheets! I want them to be the same sheets tomorrow and we will add to them, I'm sure." That all knowing smile on his face.

"But Monty will be home tomorrow." I protested.

"I know that, slut! Who do you think approved of his schedule? I want him to sleep on these same sheets. It's up to you as to how you keep it from him!" He turned and walked away. I followed him into the living room where all of his clothes were. I watched him dress and I picked up my discarded robe to wrap around me. Gruffly, Jake warned me, 

"Put that down, slut! You are to stay naked all the time I am here. I want you to have your pussy, mouth, and ass-hole ready and willing to take anything I offer them! Do you understand that, whore?"

"Yes…" I answered meekly and dropped the robe. When he was dressed and ready to go, I walked with him to the front door. Standing behind the door to hide from any passers-by, I accepted his kiss and felt his fingers rub my bare pussy, spreading the lips as his two fingers sank into the juicy folds.

"Don't clean this tonight! I want my cum still in you all night and believe me, I will check it tomorrow." He grinned wickedly at me as he raised his cum soaked fingers to my mouth. "Just to show you that I'm not so bad, you can also do this tonight as you think of things to come." Slowly he run the fingers in and out of my mouth, coating my tongue with our cum. Then out the door he went, an air of confidence about him and a spring in his walk. I closed the door behind him and watched him walk out of my sight.

A sense of urgency compelled me to rush to my robe and quickly slipped it on. Tying it about my waist. I went to the broom closet and returned to the kitchen with a broom and dust pan. I quickly swept up my cunt hair and marveled at the amount. I did not realize there was so much. As I stood looking at it, I heard the door open and Melissa's voice ring out. "Hey, Mom… we're home!" I quickly dumped my hair into the trash, hoping that the girls would not notice. "I'm in here," I replied, returning the broom and dustpan to the broom closet. I walked into the kitchen, Both Sara and Melissa looked at me. "Gee, Mom! What happened in here?" Looking about, I saw the table and chairs very much out of place. I'm sure my face flamed red as I remembered what had happened here such a short time ago. "Oh, I was just doing some cleaning and had to move things around." I replied, as calmly as I could.

Sara and Melissa! My two daughters. They mean the world to me, but I had let my passions run wild again and the thought of them finding out about my indiscretion at the company event and at home today, created a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Sara, at 17 years of age was the shy one. A quiet girl who was more willing to give in to her younger sister's more aggressive personality. Melissa, just turned 15, but acted 25, was her daddy's favorite. Probably because of her more outgoing and demanding attitude. Both girls did very well in school and had friends calling all the time. You know how teens are, full of energy and as curious as a Raccoon. I was glad that I had started early enough to gain their confidence about the many controversial aspects of sexual conduct for girls. Both girls were easy to talk to on any subject that was of interest to them at the time. 

I kissed them lightly on the cheeks as I normally did, very much aware of the cum slowly trickling down my thigh. Oh God! They must never know about this. Melissa, as usual, headed for the cupboard for her after-school snack, reaching for the cookie jar. 

"Mom!" She chided me, "You know how you get upset when we put dirty dishes in the sink and leave them!" 

"I know, Honey! But I got busy doing something else and forgot them. Just leave them and I'll put them in the dishwasher, later." 

"Ok, Mom! Is it alright if I go over to Becky's house for awhile? She has a new album and wants me to hear it" 

"Yes, Dear! But nowhere else!" I answered.

Wow! I thought this could get very complicated. I started to put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then realized that Sara was headed down the hall to her bedroom. I saw her hesitate at my bedroom door which was wide open. I could almost imagine what she was thinking, but continued down the hall without comment. Sara was the kind of person that noticed a lot of things, but asked very few questions until her curiosity got the best of her, or she figured it out on her own. 

Grateful for the silence I rushed to my bedroom and closed the door. It was our policy that a closed door meant PRIVATE. But an open door was regarded as an invitation to look. I cursed my luck at being caught unprepared. I quickly returned to the kitchen and placed all the dishes in the washer and returned to my bedroom. I had to do something with my dripping cunt. I went into the bathroom, stripped off my robe, and wiped away the trail of cum from my cunt. I wanted to shower, again but Jakes words stopped me. Standing in front of the full length mirror, I inspected my nakedness for obvious signs that could indicate to Monty and the girls, anything of a suspicious nature. 

Already, serious questions could be raised about the dishes in the sink as well as Sara's noting of my unmade bed. Seeing it as rumbled as it was, especially if the stains were noted. It was very unusual for me to fail to make my bed. Someone might conclude what had happened there. Turning back to the mirror, I spread my legs slightly and arched my hips forward. My bare cunt showed smooth and clean on the outside. Maybe Monty would like it that way, too. Rubbing gently across it, my finger contacted my sensitive clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me. The warm stickiness of the juices coated my fingers as I raised my hand to my lips, tasting Jake and remembering his hardness inside of me.

Shaking my head to ignore those thoughts, I went to my drawers and removed a clean pair of panties and bra. I placed a thin panty liner in the crotch to prevent the seepage and slipped the panties on. My bra was next and I fastened the little clips, twisted the cups around to the front and bending forward, I let my hanging tits fit comfortably and adjusted the shoulder straps. My dress followed, covering my nakedness and making me seem as a normal wife and mother. I made our bed and noticed the two large stains from our couplings. Each were allowed to form as I sat unknowingly between his legs, sucking, and licking Jake's cock and balls.

I returned to the living room and watched TV until Melissa returned from her friend's house. I prepared our dinner and asked each one how their day had been. Receiving an affirmative answer, we made small talk until the meal was over. It was only after our dinner that I realized that where Melissa sat, was the exact spot where I laid with my legs spread so wide and let Jake make me into his slut.

The evening passed uneventful with the girls and I watching a bit of TV and later Sara saying that she had homework to do and went to her room. I watched her move about the room picking up her school books to take with her. I marveled at her grace and figure. Sara was maturing at a faster rate and her breasts filled out her sweaters and blouses very well, not as full as mine were but more perky. With her figure filling out the way it was would make her very popular with the boys, I had no doubt.

Melissa yawned and said, "Mom, I miss Daddy being here." 

"So do I, Dear! But you know Daddy has a new job, a better job and will be making a higher salary, I think we can give him up for one night, don't you?" 

"Yes, I suppose... But if you get lonesome in bed and want someone to sleep with you. I will." She said so solemnly. 

I laughed, letting her know that I appreciated her offer. "I will certainly keep that in mind, sweetheart!" I kissed her on the cheek. "Now, off the bed you go." I watch my youngest daughter walk away. She was growing and maturing so fast. I could hardly believe that she was already 15.

Letting my mind wander back over the past few years, I had decided to be more open with the girls than my mother had been with me. I thought it was better to keep an open line of communication between them and I. As they became more curious about their bodies, I encouraged them to come to me for information and advice on their changing bodies. Of course, the first discovery for them were the differences between male and female sex organs. In their earlier years, Monty and I treated our nudity casually in front of them, such as bathing and dressing. As their age differences had a bearing on their curiosities, Sara was the first to notice that difference. And Monty and I concluded that we needed to be a bit more conscious about our nudity in front of them. 

It was fairly easy to explain to her, and I tried to keep it simple. Just enough information to answer their questions. There were other questions as they grew older, and a host of other issues. I think I handled all of them fairly well. 

Shaking my head to clear my mind of those thoughts, I focused on the TV. I could not get interested in any of the programs offered and soon I was ready to go to bed. I went to the bathroom and undressed. I looked at myself in the mirror noting my bald pussy. I really couldn't believe this was happening to me. Not that I was so innocent, because there had been other times when Monty was gone and my urges reached the boiling point. I justified it by reasoning that I had a higher than normal libido and if nobody was hurt, then what harm was done. 

I wanted to shower, or even a long bath, to feel clean after this day of uninhibited sex with Jake but, I recalled his warning and settled on a clean pair of panties. With a panty-liner in place I felt better as I realized that my pussy was not seeping cum as it had been. Picking up my nightie, I raised it over my head, letting the soft, smooth material flow down over my body. 

I returned to my bed and turned back the covers. About halfway down, I saw the two large stains and decided that on Monty's return I could keep the bedroom dark or otherwise distract him from noticing. I was quite sure that he would be horny after being away from me for two days. But, Men are easily deceived should a woman need to deceive them, because their attention can be directed elsewhere. I wanted Monty to focus on my body rather than the sheets.

As I lay there in bed, letting the thoughts swirl through my mind, I was angry with myself for letting the situation get out of control. Jake was an arrogant SOB but he sure knew how to fuck a woman. I wish that I had not yielded to him on the patio that night and this would never have happened. Now, I was facing the possibility of blackmail and the loss of my husband and daughters should they ever find out. Was there a way out for me? How long would Jake demand my body and how long could I deceive my family? I had no answer to those questions.

Jake would be back in the morning, of that I had no doubt. So, better to worry about the future, rather than the past. What did he have in mind for me? There was no doubt in my mind that there would be sex and lots of it. But, sex had always been pleasurable for me and I figured that I could stand all of that. It was more of his attitude that bothered me. He was so commanding and controlling, I sensed it that night before I walked out on the patio with him. He was a take-charge guy who knew what he wanted and that night he had wanted me.

I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it, and he was very much aware of it. Even today, when I heard his voice on the phone, my body reacted even though my mind was shocked at his arrogance. How dare he come to my home and demand that I submit to him and become his willing slut? But, as I lay there with the memories flowing through my mind like an unending video tape, the events of the day flashed repeatedly before my eyes, leaving me breathless and my body tingling. As my fingers sought my erect nipples and clit, trailing across my bare pussy to feel the wetness, the scene of Jake rolling on top of me and fucking me so hard and violent caused my hips to arch upward and two fingers to slip easily into my cunt as my lips formed the words my mind was repeating, "Yes! Jake, Yes!! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!"



A Company Affair Ch. 08



(A note from the Authoress)

After posting several chapters of "A Company Affair" I was pleasantly surprised at the volume of comments I received, both in the feedback and public sections of Literotica. I do appreciate the negative as well as the positive comments because without them, I would have no indication of your thoughts on my story. I am well aware that I cannot satisfy everyone, but it does give me the courage to keep trying.

I try to learn by my mistakes and will try to satisfy some of your concerns. A fantasy is just that, not to be considered reality, but to make it a believable read, it must bare some semblance to reality. Fantasies are started when through experiences or a desire to experience the things we are curious about, which, I admit freely that curious minds can be beneficial. While, not admitting guilt as a cheating wife, I remind my readers that clinical surveys point out that females reach their sexual prime in their mid-thirties and the male reaches his in his teens. This, in no way ridicules the male for any lack of ability in the sexual process, but points out the difference between male and female. Secondly, I have failed to give accurate physical descriptions to my characters, which is a little late at this point, but better late than never.

Lorri is a 39 year old married housewife with 2 teen-age daughters. Still in love with her hubby but curious. She is 5-2, 135#, 36c-28-38 and brown eyes and brown, short, hair about midway above her shoulders. She has friends, both male and female, who think she is both intelligent and attractive.

Jake is a younger, aggressive male, age 29, 6-2, and 190#. Black wavy hair and brown eyes. College educated and climbing the corporate ladders. Well built and works out to keep it that way as he feels that the ladies around him see him as a sexual object. (Some do and some don't)

Monty is 48, a bit pudgy, the typical married man, loves wife, and family, but unaware of hidden desires or past experiences of his wife. He is an adequate lover but lacks the romantic feelings because of his age and his work.

I hope this will answer a few of your questions and I'll be sure to incorporate these descriptions in my next postings. Thank you, one, and all. Lorri4you

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With his cock plunging into my pussy, I let out a loud scream, my pleasure so intense that it flowed all through my body. Almost at the same time, I felt his cock head swell and explode his cum deep into my clinching pussy, a loud groan from him seemed to echo my scream of pleasure. With my arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, His prick throbbed and pulsed, pumping his hot, thick cum into the very opening of my cervix. 

For long moments we lay there, bathed in sweat from our exertions and basking in the glow of sexual satisfaction. Jake made slow movements with his cock, allowing my pussy muscles to squeeze it, as if milking all the cum from its softening length. I could feel the combined juices seeping out of my cunt and trickling down across my ass-hole. I knew also that his cock and balls were wet with the same juices and I was aware that if left as it were, the juice would drip out and stain the sheets of Sara's bed. Not wanting to leave any sign that I had been fucked so recently on her bed, I moved around and managed to get on top of Jake. This, of course, let the cum flow more easily out and down onto Jake's bare cock and balls as he lay contentedly below me as I straddled his hips. 

"Well, I have to give you credit for being the horniest bitch I've had in a long time!" Jake laughed. "How many times did you cum?"

"Three times, Jake. Twice while you were eating me and once when you were fucking me." My voice trying to hide the sense of pleasure I received from his skillful cock and tongue. But, had he noticed the smile on my lips as I lay my head on his chest, he would have known for sure that I loved it

"Yeah, I thought so. I could feel your hungry pussy sucking and squeezing my cock. Do you fuck Monty that way, too?" 

I smiled to myself and kept silent as I knew that males are always trying to compare themselves with other males, whither it be for size or stamina. I guess it is a Macho thing with them, because Monty and other guys I had been intimate with had asked me much the same thing. Understanding their egos is a key to survival with females like me. A shy look and smile makes them think that they are rated at the top of the heap. But I cautioned myself, do not take Jake too casually for he had the power to turn my world upside down.

We lay there for long time, recuperating. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. Finally, Jake stirred, his large, powerful hands pushing my body downward. 

"Ok, cum slut! You know what to do, now that you've had your fun. Time to clean me up."

"Oh, Jake! Don't make me do that!" I begged, "It makes me feel so sluttish."

"Listen to me, you fucking bitch! When are you going to learn that you have no say in the matter?" He said angrily, as he grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face into his crotch. "Now. Get busy!"

"Yes, Jake, I'm sorry!" As I started licking his slippery cock, his hands relaxed his grip on my hair and I looked up to see him smiling that superior smile as I cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue and lips. Maybe ten minutes later, as I was licking the last of visible cum He pushed me away and sat up.

"Very good, my little slut! Now you are learning who is in charge around here. Too bad that you don't have someone to clean your pussy up like that. I bet that you would like it." 

I made no reply as he got to his feet and motioned for me to come with him. I looked about the room and saw nothing out of place except for the bed being rumpled. I made a mental note to look closer after Jake left. I could not afford to arouse the girl's suspicions as to what was happening to their mother.

Jake leads me into the kitchen and had me fix soup and sandwiches for both of us as he sat and watched me moving about naked. I don't know why, but it didn't seem to bother me as much as it had the day before. I sat our lunch on the table and got a bottle of beer for each of us. Jake sat opposite of me and he asked questions about Monty's and my relationship, digging for all the details that he could. I know that it aroused him immensely when I told him about Monty fucking me that night after the company event and my pussy was still wet with his cum.

"Yeah! That was a good one on Old Monty, wasn't it?" Jake laughed, "Well, we will have to have it happen again, won't we. Slut?" 

"But, Jake! He could easily get wise to that. It worked that time, but you never know." I protested.

"Look, My little married whore! Would it really matter if he did? I doubt that you could drive him off with a stick. You probably have him so pussy whipped that he would welcome another cock to help him satisfy you."

"That is not true!" I replied, "Jake loves me and he is a good lover."

"So you say!" Jake retorted, "If he is as good as you say, then why are you offering your hot pussy to everyone in sight. You were just waiting for someone to come by and fuck you good, weren't you?"

"No!" I whimpered, averting my eyes. "I was bored and the wine had gotten to me. I just needed a breath of fresh air and you took advantage of my condition."

"Hell, Yes! I took advantage of you because you wanted me to. He stated. "I had been watching you most of the evening and it couldn't have been plainer if you had written "Slut" on your forehead. Damn, woman, I could almost smell it across the room."

"Well, I did let it get out of hand and I'm sorry for my actions that night. Can't we forget about the circumstances and be friends. I am seriously afraid that this will come to the attention of Monty or the girls if we continue on with this situation. It would be disastrous to me and my family if this became public." I pleaded for his understanding.

Jake's voice softened a little as he looked at me. "Maybe we can make a few changes to help your guilt feelings. You know if it wasn't me, It would be another man and I kind of like fucking you." 

At least. What he said made sense. I smiled at him, happy for the small victory, which I had received by him agreeing to make some changes. Of course, it was a bit premature as I had no idea of the changes to come.

I cleared the dishes away, being sure to put them in the dishwasher this time so they would not be noticed by the girls. Jake and I finished our beers and I tossed the bottles in the trash. I sensed that Jake would want to fuck me at least once more before he left, so I walked over to him and kissed him on the lips. He responded by caressing my tits and pulling at the nipples. I took his hand and pulled him to his feet, leading him, this time into my bedroom. Once there, we embraced and kissed deeply. His large hands grasped my ass cheeks, lifting me off my feet. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. His prick was nestled in my crotch and I could feel it throbbing, getting stiffer and stiffer. For a moment, I felt a thrill course through me as I clung to him, feeling his desire rising. Many times in the past, I had felt the same thrill course through me as I preformed these acts of sex for my male partners. Whether it was oral, anal, or vaginal, I feel the thrill of satisfaction as I feel them tremble and grow weak as I take their loads of cum into my body.

Maybe that is why I feel it more strongly as I am sucking their cock. The suction of my mouth and tongue on their prick is so tight that the throbbing and pulsing is transmitted to me by my tongue, as well as through my hands which are grasping their thighs. At the moment of orgasm, I always hear them gasp, then the muscles in their legs and cock go into this sexual spasm and the nectar is given up to the Bee. It made me feel strong, beautiful, and so sensual. This is why I feel that the female is the stronger of the sexes, but on the other hand, she is robbed of her power by society's teachings of male dominance and her emotions. 

It is hard to change when a young female is taught to be virginal, then, after marriage and in the bedroom; her hubby wants her to be a slut. Is that a double standard? Fortunately, times are changing. Females are seeking sexual excitement just as the males have been doing it forever. But I digress from my story.

Jake has been sliding his cock back and forth between my pussy lips as I clung to him. Using my arms and thigh muscles, I raise myself up until I felt his cock-head spread my pussy lips. Then I relaxed and felt his cock go into my cunt as I gasped at the sensation. My lips and tongue sought his as I wiggled my hips, settling down until I could feel my clitoris riding back and forth on the shaft of his massive cock. I knew, deep down that I should not be showing so much passion to Jake, but I could not deny my pleasure.

Jake bounced me up and down on his cock by lifting my ass up, then letting it drop. His swollen prick-head was touching the very bottom of my cuntal pouch as if seeking the very opening to my womb. A fleeting thought flashed through my mind as I tried to remember if I had taken my birth control pill. Jake started walking throughout the house, carrying me securely impaled on his large prick, standing for long moments in front of all the windows where the drapes had been opened before.

"No! Jake! Please don't do this to me!" I begged, "Someone may see us."

"Should I care?" He laughed, "You are the neighborhood slut, and I wouldn't be surprised that you have stood naked in front of these windows before. So, just shut up and enjoy the ride!"

I shut my eyes and held tighter to him as he worked my ass up and down on his cock, right in front of our biggest window. I didn't dare look to see if any of my neighbors might be looking. While my face flamed red with embarrassment, a small sexual thrill flowed from my stomach down to my pussy, causing my cunt muscles to flutter and contract, squeezing his rigid shaft, locking it tighter in my pussy. I was very much aware of the pressure of his cock shaft against my clitoris as he moved us around. Somewhere between the living room and the family room my pussy started clinching and spasming around the thick shaft. I moaned loudly, biting gently into the flesh of his shoulder to stifle the sound. Jake's strong hands lifted and wiggled my ass on his slippery prick and it seemed to me that my whole cunt had melted and was flowing down around his throbbing cock.

Jake had stopped moving and allowed me to savor the exquisite feelings of climaxing on his deeply embedded prick. I kissed him long and deeply as my pussy clinched and squeezed at his cock. Gone were the feelings of embarrassment as I clung to him, kissing breathlessly as our tongues danced and probed deeply.

Jake began to walk again, still holding me effortlessly on his rigid cock. As we entered the family room, I glanced nervously at the open drapes. Never had I ever been so completely exposed as I was now. Sure, Jake had been right about me allowing others to see me naked in my own home, but that had been just innocent fun, the paper boy, or maybe the cable or phone guy. No one that would complain about seeing a naked woman.

But this was different. I could only hope that nobody was looking into our back yard. Jake began to loosen his grip on my ass, allowing more of my weight to press on his cock. I tightened my legs around his waist, but he put one arm around my waist holding me tightly to him as the other hand pried my legs apart. God! I couldn't believe it! In just moments, my whole body was being supported just by my arms around his neck and his cock in my pussy. I felt like my pussy was a coat on a peg. 

Gradually, my weight forced his cock to slip out of my cunt, rubbing against my swollen, sensitive clit. I tried to stifle the moan of pleasure as his prick-head contacted my clit and my hips surged upwards, trying to maintain the erotic contact. Unceremoniously, Jake released me and spun me around, forcing me to kneel on the sofa and my upper body supported by my arms and the sofa back. He stepped between my legs and lifted my ass up placing his rigid cock against my ass hole.

"Alright! You fucking, cock sucking slut! It's my turn now!" and he surged forward. A loud groan escaped from my throat as he rammed his straining prick into my tender ass-hole. Immediately he was balls deep into me, stroking back and forth furiously. I was glad that his prick had been wet from my pussy juice or it would have been very painful. I bit my lip, closing my mind to everything except the pounding of my ass-hole and the sensation of my tits swinging violently. 

Jake's strong hands helped to pull me backwards, allowing his enormous cock to stretch and batter my anus. I relaxed my sphincter muscles as much as I could and took my right hand and extended it down between my spread legs, feeling the wetness cover my fingers as I probed my drenched pussy. The hard nub of my erect clit was so sensitive that I knew that I would be coming again very soon and applied light caresses to it with my slick fingers. I sensed that Jake was very close to his climax also and continued to rub my clit.

Just a moment later, I felt his leg muscles stiffen and his cock was driven deep into my anus, his hands gripping my hips as he forced every bit of his cock-shaft into my bowels. Rubbing my clit furiously as his cock throbbed and shot thick globs of cum into my ass, I felt my own orgasm spreading through me, my ass-hole clinching around his cock and my pussy squeezing my fingers, as I moved to the rhythm of my climax. Jake bent forward over my back, his hands moving up to catch my swinging tits and his fingers pulling roughly at my nipples.

"You are a hot, fucking bitch, aren't you?" he whispered in my ear. "I'm glad that I caught you in a horny mood that night, otherwise I might have missed you." 

"Jake, Please! I have done what you asked me too. Sara and Melissa will be coming soon. I need time to straighten up the house before they and Monty get home."

He laughed, "You sure you don't want another climax?"

"No, Jake! I have had plenty for today. Don't forget Monty will be demanding his marital rights as well." I tried to inject a little humor into my answer. 

"Well, He will have a well greased hole, no matter which one he chooses." He chuckled, "Which one do you think he will choose, slut?"

"My pussy, probably. He usually likes to lick my pussy before he fucks me, but I can't let him do that because he will taste your cum!"

"What if I told you to wash it good for him? Would that make him happy?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm sure it would, Jake. I just can't have him getting suspicious. We can continue this affair as long as I'm not exposed." I offered.

"Well, now! That is a good offer if I ever heard one. I have a feeling that you like my cock more than you do Monty's, Don't you my little cock sucking cunt?"

Wanting to pacify him, I answered him affirmatively, "Yes, Jake! I love your cock!"

"Good! I'm glad to hear you say that!" He laughed harshly.

Without warning, Jake withdrew his half-hard cock fro my ass-hole. Grabbing me by my waist, he turned me upside down, my head on the floor and my ass leaning against the sofa. I'm sure that I looked much like a rag doll tossed about carelessly by a young girl, my legs waving wildly above my head. Jake straddled my head as he knelt on the floor, his slimy cock hanging against my cheek. "Suck it! Bitch! Show me how much you love my cock after it has been up your married ass-hole." He yelled.

Knowing that it was useless to protest, I opened my mouth and sucked the slimy head inside. Jake bent over me and rested my thighs on his shoulders. I felt his hot breath on my spread pussy lips, the a jolt of pure Pain/pleasure and he raked my swollen clit with his teeth. Then clamping his lips around it, sucked it forcefully, stretching it to the max. Almost against my will, my clit was sending the urge to climax and the thought of the slimy cock in my mouth was forgotten as I sucked it deeper into my mouth. The sensations of his teeth tongue and lips on my engorged clit sent me over the edge of orgasmic bliss. Slowly, it passed and I became aware of Jakes cock so deep in my throat that his large balls were resting in my eye sockets. Had it been erect I'm sure it would have choked me. Jake released my legs and without his support I toppled side ways on the floor, breathing raggedly as his cock slipped from my mouth.

"Ok, My married slut! I will leave you until next week. I will consider your situation and see if we can make a few changes." He got to his feet and began to dress. I was too exhausted to move and lay there naked and open. When he left, I didn't move until I heard the door close behind him. For several long minutes, I contemplated my situation, wondering if I confessed it all to Monty and begged his forgiveness. I was uncertain as to my own feelings. What would I do if Monty rejected my pleas for forgiveness and tossed me out on my ass? 

There was just too much uncertainty in that direction so ultimately I could only decide to stay in this situation with Jake calling the shots. I slowly got to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. As I passed the mirror, I remembered the need to inspect myself for any incriminating marks. Nothing out of the ordinary until I noticed my clit. I spread my legs looking closely and realized that it was swollen, a very dark red and protruded well past my outer labia. Damn, Jake! You have marked me again.



A Company Affair Ch. 09



I stood there for long moments, looking at the image in the mirror, my mind racing. Monty could drive in at any moment. As this was his first trip on his new job, there was no way I could be sure of the exact time he might arrive. I slid my hands down and with two forefingers, spreading the puffy lips apart. My clit looked like Rudolf, The red nosed Reindeer's nose on Christmas Eve! It was swollen to almost twice its normal size and the result of Jake's biting and sucking on it had turned it a deep red. While looking at it, I trailed a fingertip over it and received a jolt of pleasure/pain shooting from my clit into my stomach. It was so sensitive I could hardly touch it.

Knowing that Monty would be anxious to fuck me tonight, made me worry about how to keep him from noticing my swollen clit. I considered my options. To keep the lights out, would keep him from seeing it, but I was not sure that I could stand the sensation of his cock rubbing against it. The only thing I could think of to prevent that was to have him fuck me doggy fashion or give him a blow-job. The remnants of Jakes cum would just make my pussy slick and less pressure on my clit. 

Somewhat satisfied with my strategy, I went into the kitchen and got a couple of ice cubes. Returning to the bathroom I placed the ice cubes in a washcloth and held the coldness against my swollen clit. I was hoping that the cold ice would help to reduce the swelling. I glanced at the clock and realized that the girls would be bouncing through the door at any time now, and for them to find me undressed for the second time in a row was pressing my luck.

Quickly, I wiped my ass and cunt with the cloth, promising myself a nice hot bath after attending to Monty's sexual needs later. I slipped on Panties and bra, then a flowery blouse and a long flowing skirt. I wanted to look dressed but, casual for Monty's homecoming. I applied new makeup and brushed my hair. Again, I spun around, inspecting myself for anything that might convey suspicions as to what I had been doing today. I hadn't even put my hairbrush down before I heard Melissa yell, "Hey Mom! We're home!"

I smiled and went to greet them. "Hello, Girls!" I said, happily. "How was school today?" I bent down and kissed each one on the cheek. 

"Great, Mom!" Melissa replied.

"It was just Ok." Sara added a little less excited.

Somehow, it sounded wrong. Sara is such a sweet and shy child. She is quieter than Melissa, but more serious about things. It struck me that something maybe bothering her. I do try to pay attention to their moods and give them the attention that they want. I must try in the next few days to sit aside some time to have a confidential talk with her as it has been awhile since that I did that. Sara is the type of girl that will let things go until it become really important to her, then it is like a dam bursting and I catch it all at once.

Melissa, on the other hand, is more forward and to the point, always saying what she is thinking. Sister's for sure, but a lot of differences also. Melissa is bound for her after school treats and permission to visit a friend in the neighborhood. I give her the OK and remind her that Daddy will be home tonight. Sara, meanwhile, has gone to her room to study for a test coming up at school. My mind is whirling over today's events, trying to remember if there were any signs that they would be suspicious of. I remembered that Jake had fucked me on Sara's bed, but I had quickly smoothed it out before leaving it. If there were any cum stains on it they were not noticeable to me. I waited a few minutes and followed Sara to her bedroom. I found her standing in the middle of the room deep in thought. 

"What's the matter, Sara?" I asked, "Are you upset or worried about anything? You know that we have no reason to hide anything from each other."

"I know, Mom." She replied, "I was just trying to remember. I was sure that I had made my bed this morning and placed my Teddy bear and my pillow on top of the covers, but the Teddy bear is gone!" 

Glancing at her bed confirmed that the bear was gone, but logic said it couldn't have gone far. I bent down and took a quick look under the bed and there was the furry little thing looking back at me. Obviously the hard fucking that Jake had given me had knocked Teddy off the bed and somehow had been kicked under the bed. I retrieved it and handed it to her, seeing her smile. 

"See, Sara! Maybe, Teddy got scared being all alone in here today and crawled under the bed" I teased her, but at the same time cursing Jake for fucking me in her room.

"Thanks, Mom! I guess I should have looked before saying anything." She replied.

"That's ok, Sara. Just as long as you know that I'm here for you. Any problems you have, no matter how small or large, you can always confide in me.

"I know Mom, and I will, Maybe we can discuss a few things that have been bothering me, But not now. I need to study for the test for tomorrow." She said

I felt very proud of her at that moment. Seventeen years old and maturing into a beautiful young lady. We had discussed the boy/girl situation from time to time and I passed along motherly advice to her. I was much more liberal with her and Melissa than my mom had been with me. My mother was the old-fashion kind and believed that sex was nasty. There were two things wrong with her advice, it was out-dated, and it came too late. I had already found out for myself that sex was pleasurable. I didn't want my girls to grow up thinking that all sex was nasty, but have respect for themselves and their bodies.

It was time to think about what to serve Monty and the girls for dinner tonight. I was sure that he would be home soon. I'm sure my face flushed red when I remembered what I had eaten in the family room this afternoon. Unconsciously, I touched my clit, through my panties and it was still very sensitive. And I realized how dangerous the position was that I had put myself in. Well, it couldn't be helped, now. I'd just have to play it by ear and hope for the best. I went into the kitchen, started a pot of water boiling for spaghetti, and opened a jar of spaghetti sauce. 

By the time the spaghetti was done, I had made a salad. Now, all that was left was to butter the French bread, toast it in the oven. But all of those last minute things could wait until Monty was actually home. I set the table for four and mentally started making a shopping list. I usually did my shopping on Wednesdays as the store specials usually kicked in on the middle of the week, but I could still shop on Friday's just as well.

Perhaps I should start thinking of making a casserole or a meat loaf during those days that Jake would be here. Heaven's knows that he is not going to give me time to cook, during the days he is here. I begin to hope that he would soon tire of me and just let me slip back into my normal routine. Of course, there would probably be other men in my life, but I was determined not to let them gain control of me as Jake had done. But would I really want him to stop coming? I wish I had the answer to that question.

The memories of the last two days were shoved into the back of my mind as I prepared for Monty's return. As the time drew near, Melissa came bounding in, asking, "Is Daddy Home yet?" 

"No, Not yet, Dear!" I replied, "But, soon, I'm sure."

A few minutes later, we heard the garage door open and the sound of a door slamming, followed by Monty's voice saying "Hello, Girls, Daddy's home!'

Melissa went to him, hugging him, and kissing him on the cheek Sara had heard the commotion and had come into the kitchen with us just in time to see her daddy giving me a very hot, passionate kiss. She smiled at me as I stepped aside and she took her turn in greeting him with a kiss. The girls gathered around him at the table, listening to his tales of his days at his new job. He seemed very happy about his promotion. I listened also, as I busied my self with finishing the preparations for dinner.

Afterwards, Sara and Melissa cleared the table and put dishes into the dishwasher while Monty and I went into the family room and watched the evening news. It seemed kind of strange to be sitting with my husband on the same sofa that Jake had fucked me so soundly on, just a few hours before. I know that Monty was going to be horny after a couple of days away from me, so I wasn't surprised when he put his hands on my tits, rubbing and squeezing them gently. I cuddled closer to him in an attempt to show that I was as anxious as he was, but cautioned him to not get carried away, because the girls may walk in unexpectedly.

"Don't you think that they know what Daddy does to Mommy at night?" He grinned, his finger tip gently circling my left nipple.

"Oh, I would imagine they know more than we think." I replied, "There is no telling what they learn from their friends at school."

Monty grinned at that and replied, "Hell, I remember that a cousin of mine visited us from California. He was older than I by a couple of years and he showed me how to masturbate. I think I was ten at the time but I was sure curious.

"Really? What did he show you?" I asked.

"Well, Everything! Of course, not everything at once, but after he started, he showed me a lot in the two weeks we were together." Monty laughed. 

Now, this was interesting me. Of course, I didn't tell him that I knew just exactly what he was talking about as I was also taught a lot by a neighbor girl whom I liked real well. 

During this time, Monty had continued to fondle my tits, and I knew the nipples were hard as he pinched at them. I could see his cock outlined in his pants and I knew his telling me the story has made him eager to fuck. I was just about ready to suggest that we go to bed, when I remembered my own swollen clit. Would he notice it and ask questions?

Fortunately, Sara and Melissa had finished their homework and had come in to watch a bit of TV before they went to bed. Sara sat beside her Daddy and I noticed her hand lying on his thigh, just below his cock. I felt him give a short gasp and quickly put his hand atop of hers, preventing her from moving it higher. Melissa, in the mean time, sat beside me and we watched the rest of the program in silence. It was a good thing the lights were dim for watching TV, not for seeing too much. 

Again, that uneasy feeling spread through me, here was all my family, sitting in the same room that Jake had did all kinds of sexual things to me. I was surely hoping that he would make other arraignments if he was going to continue fucking me. There was just too many ways that I could be found out about my affair with him. And I still had to accept Monty's sexual attentions with my bare pussy and swollen clit. I could explain away the bare pussy, but I just hoped that he would not notice how wet my cunt was with Jakes cum still there. I had passed that test on the eve of the company event and felt confident that I could do it again. But I must prevent him noticing my enlarged clit.

The time passed and one by one, the girls kissed their Daddy and went to bed. I was feeling kind of curious of Monty's reaction to Sara's hand being so close to his hard prick. As he stood up, pulling me to my feet, I did notice a small wet spot at the very end of his cock. Had he cum or was it just precum? I would find out later that it was just precum, but it was very close to a climax for him.

Monty and I walked arm in arm to our bedroom. Monty quickly undressed and slid between the sheets. I told him that I was going to freshen up a bit, but would there soon. 

"Hell, Honey! You don't have to do that for me." He grinned. "I can take you as you are. Just look at this!" and he pushed down the covers, exposing a very hard prick.

"Is that for me?" I asked innocently. 

"Hey, I'm just a man! You know we have two heads and we do not always use the right one in sexual matters. Women don't have that problem, do they?" He asked.

I guess it was kind of ironic that he said that and it brought a smile to my lips, because, unknown to him, I was getting fucked by Jake because of a bad decision I had made on that night of the company event. Of course, that thought brought me back to the present and my dilemma. What would I do if Monty noticed anything different? I had my bare cunt to explain, but I was sure he would believe my story that I did it for him.

"Women have their own set of problems to worry about." I answered with a grin. "We know how you men think and we have to react accordingly."

I turned and stepped into the bathroom. I started undressing and again my eyes swept over my naked body, looking for any telltale signs of my activities. My bald cunt was the most prominent and it seemed to draw my eyes right to the swollen clit. Spreading my legs farther apart, I saw that the outer lips were not as puffy as they were earlier and took some comfort from that. Running a finger between the inner lips told me that I was still quite wet, but I felt that Monty would take it as a sign of my desire for him. I touched lightly at my ass-hole, feeling a slight soreness but thinking it not being a major concern.

I removed my nightgown from the hook on the bathroom door and raised it over my head. No! I thought, I would forget the gown for tonight. I seriously doubted that Monty would object to my nudity. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into the room. Monty sat upright in bed, his eyes taking in the sights of my tits bouncing as I walked closer. Then, I saw them flash downward and a look of surprise covered his face as he realized that my pussy was bare and smooth. He smiled and held out his hands as an invitation to our marriage bed.

I quickly slid under the covers, but Monty had other ideas. I lay on my back as he kissed and caressed my tits, sucking the erect nipples into his mouth as one hand stole downward to my bare cunt. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning as he found my sensitive clit. I grabbed his hand, sliding it up and away from my pussy as I said.

"Oh, Monty! I have missed you so much. I hope you like my little surprise."

"You know I do, Sweetheart! I don't know how many times I have wanted to ask you to do that. Now, I want to get a good look at my wife's shaved pussy."

My mind was in a whirl, thoughts racing back and forth, wondering what I could tell him as he threw the covers off my naked body. He got to his knees beside me and his hands covered my tits and pussy. True to his word, he dropped his face to my bare crotch and I felt his tongue searching for my clit. Tightening my thighs together. 

"Please, Monty. Not tonight." I begged.

"But Damn-it sweetheart! You know how I love to eat your pussy!" He replied.

"I know, Honey. But I want to feel your cock inside me, tonight. I have missed you a lot! You know how you are when you get worked up too much and you cum too soon." I explained.

"Well, at least let me get a good look at it, then." He pleaded, pulling at my thighs. 

Unable to come up with an excuse, I relaxed my thighs and spread them to his gaze. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips. For long moments he was silent, then he raised his head and looked at me. 

"Gee, Honey! Your clit looks all swollen and raw. What happened?" He asked.

Panic gripped me, my mind racing for some explanation. Had I really been found out? 

"Oh, Monty! I was hoping that you would not notice that." I said, pulling his face up to mine, kissing him deeply as I searched for an answer. "But, I guess I might as well tell you even if it is a little bit embarrassing." 

"What is embarrassing?" He grinned. "You know that we have no secrets from each other." 

"Well, I'm sure you remember the dildo you bought for me a couple of years ago? Well, I missed you so much last night and this afternoon, I kind of got carried away and used it a bit too rough. I know it sounds kind of selfish to masturbate while you are gone, but remember that I am used to having you at home at night to take care of my needs. I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

"Hell, No! Woman! You have not disappointed me. I like the idea of you being kind of sexy natured. Besides that is the reason I bought them for you. Did you use the vibe too?"

"Yes," I said shyly. "But I did kind of make myself sore down there."

"Don't worry about it honey. I can wait. I was feeling the same way last night and I masturbated as well." He grinned sheepishly.

"No, you don't have to wait." I said. "I know that you are tired after your drive home. Perhaps I could give you a blow-job instead of sore pussy?"

"Hey, A good idea! I accept your suggestion." He smiled broadly as he flopped onto his back 



A Company Affair Ch. 10



I sat up and got on my hands and knees, moving between his spread legs. The rigid shaft was throbbing with each beat of his heart, filling the veins that circled and twisted upwards. The swollen, purple head was already leaking pre-cum from the tiny slit at the tip as I reached and circled my fingers around it, stroking it up and down slowly. A larger drop of pre-cum appeared and joined the other, threatening to run down the shaft of his prick. Bending my head lower and extending my tongue, I caught the drop and pulled it into my mouth. I watched as a tiny thread of cum stretched between the tip of his cock and my mouth, reminding me of a silken spider-web.

I extended my tongue again, flicking the tip against the sensitive underside of the swollen gland. It thrilled me to see Monty's reaction to my oral skills. He moaned softly as his cock throbbed and jerked under my nose. I continued to stroke the rigid length as I pursed my lips, forming a small "O" I placed it against his cock and pressed down, my lips spreading around and over the throbbing head. Monty moaned softly as I engulfed the entire head into my mouth and clamped my lips tightly around it. Sucking as hard as I could, pulling my tongue to press tightly against his swollen cock as it pressed against the roof of my mouth. Creating a suction that I knew would draw any juices into my mouth.

Resting my hands on Monty's thighs, I started bobbing my head up and down, each time going a little deeper until I could feel his cock-head bumping against the opening of my throat. Keeping his cock locked tightly between my lips, I stretched out between his legs and rested my upper body on my elbows. Using my right hand, I stroked his cock, feeling it throb against my tongue as my lips sank around it. I slowed my sucking action down a bit so Monty would not cum too soon. 

I let his prick slip out of my mouth from time to time and let my tongue travel up and down the pulsing shaft, tracing the swollen veins to the head, then down again, tickling his balls with the tip of my tongue each time I reached them. My hair had fallen over my face as I was sucking and Monty's fingers caught my hair and tucked the strands behind my ears so he had an unrestricted view of me sucking on his cock. I rolled my eyes upward, seeing the pleasure I was giving my husband.

"Oh God! Lorri. You are such a wonderful cocksucker! Does my cock taste good? I do love to watch you sucking cock!"

A small tingle radiated from my sensitive clit up through my stomach as Monty put his hands on each side of my face as if guiding his prick in and out of my mouth. I wondered what he would say if he knew what I had been doing with Jake earlier in the day. Regardless of my actions with Jake, I still felt the sexual desire building within me again. It was like an addiction, a desire to have sex as the emotions hit me. Whether as a loving wife or as a slut for others to use, I knew that I would respond to the emotions that created that lust.

Monty's hands tightened about my head, holding me to his cock as his hips began to thrust upwards. I began moving my hips sideways, stimulating my clit against the sheets. I knew he was about to cum and I wanted to cum with him. Monty was thrusting deeper and harder, his cock head pushing up against my gag point. I thought of Jake ramming his huge cock into my mouth earlier, and how I had managed to take it so deep into my throat. Relaxing my throat muscles, I felt the swollen heard actually penetrate my throat. Then I felt Monty's coarse pubic hair against my nose and lips as the head of his cock seemed to explode into my throat. 

Almost immediately, I started cumming, my climax ripping through my body as Monty's cock pumped his thick cum down my throat. As with Jake, I soon found out that I was running out of air, and I struggled with Monty's hands holding me down. Finally, he released me and I gasped for air as his cock squirted the last remnants of his cum into my gasping mouth and lips. As my own orgasm slowed down, I replaced Monty's cock and sucked until it lost its stiffness. Breathing heavily, I moved up over Monty's body, offering my lips and tongue to him. 

We lay there for several long minutes, savoring the intense orgasms as our lips and tongues intertwined, bringing a sense of closeness and pleasure. Monty's hands caressed my tits and nipples as we both slipped down from our sexual high. I rolled off Monty and lay on my side as he curled up around me. We pulled the cover up over us and Monty reached up and turned out the light. I felt his soft cock press against my ass-cheeks and his right hand coming across to cup my right tit, flicking the sensitive nipple a few times before he was sound asleep.

I lay there for several minutes as my mind took in the scenes of the day. Jake, using me as a slut then, Monty enjoying my sexual behavior as well. Was it really that bad to give myself, willing, to both of them? I knew that society would condemn me on that part, but history tells of women who are supposed to be submissive to men. And occasionally a man will take advantage of a susceptible female that attracts him. There is that fatal lure of women who knows that her physical features attract a man and her natural desire to submit to him. There were conflicting thoughts as I lay there, between the biological and morality issues. Oh, Well! I would wait to see what the future would bring.

The soft music from the clock radio filled my ears, signaling the start of a new day. I tossed back the covers and padded to the bathroom. I quickly used the toilet and blotted my pussy. My clit was not so sensitive and swollen as it was before. I quickly washed my hands and face, promising myself a nice, long, hot bath as soon as Monty and the girls were off to work and school.

I brushed my hair a few times and noticed how my tits moved and jiggled as I brushed. Almost immediately, my nipples puckered out. Oh, Damn! I didn't have time for this, and cleared my mind. I took my nightgown of the hook and let it slid over my naked body, and then I grabbed my terrycloth bathrobe slipped my arms in and pulled the material up round my neck. Quickly, I tied the belt around my waist and stepped into the bedroom. Monty was sitting on the edge of the bed, still looking sleepy. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek and Said "Good Morning, Honey." He grunted something in return as I walked to my chest of drawers. Pulling the top drawer open, I got a clean pair of panties and quickly slipped them on.

"Wow, What a beautiful ass!" Monty said. "Too bad you have to cover it up."

I straightened my robe, making sure that everything was in place before I answered him. "It would be Ok if it was just you and I here, but I doubt that the girls would appreciate seeing my tits and ass swaying around in the kitchen."

"Well, you could tell them that they need to get used to it because their husbands will enjoy looking at them the same as I do." And I silently agreed with him there.

"You better hit the shower while I fix coffee and breakfast. You don't want to be late." And I turned and left the room.

My morning routine was the usual stuff, fix coffee for Monty and I, then set the table for toast and cereal. I walked down the hall to the girl's bedroom. Knocking lightly, I opened the door and said, "Time to get up, Girls!" There were the usual groans and sighs but I knew they would be up and ready to go as usual. Returning to the kitchen, I poured myself a cup of coffee and went to the front door to get the paper. The neighborhood seemed to be coming to life as our household was and I waved to a neighbor lady as she also bent down for the paper. 

I sipped at my coffee and glanced at the paper, but hesitated because Monty liked to see it first. A few minutes passed and Monty came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I poured him his coffee and prepared his toast as he scanned the paper. Moments later Sara and Melissa arrived and then I knew that the day was started off in the usual manner. I had to smile to myself as I recalled that the last two mornings were NOT a normal happening, that my life had been changed a lot. I only could hope that those changes would only affect me and not my family.

After Monty went to work, I busied myself with putting the dishes in the dishwasher and waiting for the girls to make their departure to school. The thought of the hot bath that I had promised myself was more to my liking than my usual routine of reading the paper and having another leisurely cup of coffee. I went into the bathroom and started the tub filling, sprinkling a bit of rose scented bubble bath into the water as well. When that was done, I returned to the kitchen, just in time to kiss Sara and Melissa as they prepared to leave for school. I walked them to the door, waving to them as they walked down to the corner bus-stop.

I returned to my bathroom, seeing the tub filled with the fresh-scented bubbles. I quickly removed my robe and nightgown, dropping them to the floor. I knew that sometime today I would need to do some laundry, including my intimate clothing, so all this would go together. As I bent forward to test the warmth of my bathwater, I felt the sensation of my tits swinging forward and back with my movements. Smiling at the thought of both Monty and Jake having their hands and mouths on them caused me to roll my shoulders from side to side, making them swing wildly. 

I was well aware of the sensitivity of my breasts as a young girl, but even more so as I had nursed both girls during their baby-hood and several times, I had achieved orgasm while they were nursing. Monty was well aware of the sensations flowing through me and had used it to his advantage and mine. I stood up and cupped my hands around both breasts and with thumb and forefingers rolled and squeezed the erect nipples.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts away and stepped gingerly into the hot bathwater. Bracing myself with my arms on the edge of the tub, I squatted down, feeling the bubbles caressing my ass, thighs and pussy, then the steaming warmth of the water. I moaned loudly as the water covered my body, causing me to relax completely as I stretched out with only my head out of the bubbles. It would have been so easy to fall asleep except for the sensual tingle running throughout my entire body. 

I drifted lazily through time as my body responded to the warm water. Random thoughts kept popping into my mind about the last few days, running through the events that had brought me to this point in time. Still, I felt guilty about my failure to resist Jake's advances, knowing full well what the consequences could be if I were exposed to Monty and the girls. I contemplated going to Monty and confessing all and begging him to forgive me in hopes that he would and never let the girls know of their mother being a cheating wife. I just was not sure enough of Monty's feelings to make a good decision. 

Perhaps over the next few nights, I might talk to him about any fantasies he has and whether he would share them with me. Perhaps he had secret thoughts of things he had kept quiet about. It did seem like a better plan than just coming out and confessing to him about Jake and me. Besides, if that were to happen, what other questions would Monty be inclined to ask and how far back would his curiosity go. He was aware that I was not a virgin when we were married. No, I really could not count on either of those two options being a satisfactory solution to my problem.

At least, there was one possible solution, and Jake had said he would consider changing our location to meet. I did consider it a small victory because at least there would not be any incriminating evidence left at home that Monty and the girls might stumble onto. Feeling somewhat comforted, I let myself think that everything would turn out alright, if and when Jake tired of me. Reluctantly, I set up, aware that time had passed, and my fingers were beginning to become wrinkled from being in the water so long. 

I got to my feet and wiped the clinging bubbles from my body. As the tub drained, I turned the shower head on, adjusting it to a fine spray. I wet my hair and applied shampoo, working it into a thick lather. Then rinsing my hair and my body of any soapy residue, I turned the lever from spray to stream; I directed the stream between my legs and allowed it to rinse my pussy and ass-hole. As the stream penetrated my pussy I could feel my labia opening as the water forced its way into my cunt. My clit was still very sensitive and I flinched each time the stream hit it.

When I was sure that I was rinsed off from head to toe, I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. Grabbing a fluffy towel, I dried myself off, starting with my hair and then downward. Feeling much better, I finished my routine of getting dressed. I walked to my top drawer and picked out a bra and panties. Returning to the mirrored bathroom, I watched my reflection as I cupped my tits in my hands, pinching the nipples and then covering them with my bra. I bent forward and using my fingers, I lifted and placed my breasts into place. 

As I started to step into my panties, I remembered my clit. I spread my legs and using a finger on each hand, I spread my labia as wide as I could. The nub of my clit protruded slightly from its hood and was very sensitive as I touched it. At least it was not as swollen and red looking as it had been. Again, I felt fortunate that Monty had accepted my explanation about its condition. Thirty minutes later, I was dressed and ready to go shopping. As I glanced at the clock, I noticed that I had been two hours preparing myself.

Was it any wonder that men always complained that it takes so long for a woman to get ready? I stepped to the mirror, checking for anything out of place. I had to admit that I presented the outward look of a married mother on her way to shop and provide for her family. But also, behind that image, I saw the image of myself being naked and fucked like the slut Jake said I was. Why couldn't I be both?

Picking up my purse, I went to the garage and got in my car. In just a matter of minutes I was backed out onto the street and on my way. The thoughts of yesterday were gone as I concentrated on my day ahead. Shopping went well, and I noticed the box-boy looking at me as I lead him to my car. It excited me to feel attractive to the opposite sex, especially the younger ones. You would think that their eyes would be on the young girls instead of a middle-aged married woman. I stood very close to him as he unloaded the items into the back seat and twice, his hands brushed against my breasts as he worked. I was aware of a deep flush on his face as he finished, then he opened the drivers door for me. I smiled at him as I slid into the seat, my skirt rising up to mid-thigh. Acting as if I didn't notice my exposure to him, I fumbled with my purse, hiking the edge of my skirt even higher. I extracted a $5.00 bill and handed it to him, noting that his eyes were riveted on my exposed thighs. 

He closed the door for me, he mumbled, "Thank You, Ma'am!" As I drove away, I saw him standing there, looking after me. Smiling to myself, I wondered if the "Thank You" was for the $5.00 or the view. I looked down, wondering just how much he had seen and considering the angle he was looking, I concluded that my panties were visible to him. I checked the time and thought of having lunch while I was out. I turned into a small shopping mall and chose a coffee/sandwich café. 

I placed my order and as I waited, my thoughts seemed to center on the events concerning Jake and I. The company event where it started; and where it might end. It was difficult to sort out my true feelings. Of course, there was guilt and possible consequences, I couldn't deny that! But the lure of uninhibited sex with Jake was overwhelming. It made me feel young again. It seemed to make me desire sex more. Even with the box-boy, I would not have even thought of doing that a few weeks ago. It still seemed to be a physical desire opposing a morality standard forced on us by Church and State. 

Finishing lunch, I drove home and busied myself with the chores of a modern-day housewife. Things in my life were returning to normal and the thoughts of exposure by Jake seemed remote and the week passed uneventfully. Monty and the girls occupied most of my time over the week-end, and it was Monday after Monty and the girls had left, did I give much thought to my situation with Jake. Being in my own home with him doing as he pleased with me, only increased my feelings of guilt and shame, plus the risk of being discovered by my neighbors or my family. I searched for something to bargain with Jake about moving our meetings to another location, but it seemed that he held all the cards.

Tuesday morning, as I was reading the paper with my usual cup of coffee, the phone rang. Somehow, I experienced a sense of dread as well as excitement as I picked up the phone. 

"Hello!" I said.

"Well, Good Morning, my little slut!" Jakes voice boomed in my ear. "Have you missed me these last few days?"

"Jake, Please! We need to talk. I just can't stand this humiliation of having you here in my home. I worry all the time that Monty or the girls will get suspicious and it is always possible that the neighbors will notice your coming and going as well." I couldn't help the pleading tone of my voice.

"Quit whining. Slut. You are a slutty whore and you should be proud of that. Did Monty enjoy your fresh-fucked pussy again? Did he notice how your slutty ass-hole was stretched by my big cock?" He shouted into my ear.

"Jake, Please! You are frightening me!" I stammered.

"You should be frightened, you cocksucking whore. You were the one to start this and I have given you the opportunity to keep our little affair a secret. But, if you keep on with your constant complaining about when and where I want to fuck you pussy and ass, I swear that your family and the entire neighborhood knows what a cocksucking slut-whore you are. Do I make myself clear, Slut?" 

"Yes, Jake. I understand." I replied, trying to keep my voice from trembling.

"Very good, whore-wife! Now tell me, who owns your ass, pussy and mouth?

"You Do, Jake."

"I do what?" he taunted me.

"You own my pussy, mouth and ass, Jake." Humiliated, I bit my lip to keep from crying.

"You bet I do, slut! And don't forget it" Then, just as quickly his voice changed to a calmer tone. "This is not the reason I called you. I was talking to Monty earlier and he seems to like his new job. Did you get the same impression?"

Glad to be onto another subject satisfied me, so I replied, "Yes, Jake, He was excited about it." 

"Good to hear! A happy man at work is a happy man at home." He chuckled.

"Anyway, I mentioned to Monty that there might be some week-end travel involved, also. He seemed to be ok with it, if you didn't mind, so how about it?" I could almost see that arrogant smile on his face.

"Jake, Don't you think we are pressing our luck? Besides, the girls would be here on week-ends anyway." I replied.

"Perhaps they would like to watch their slut mother getting fucked in all of her holes, then?" I knew that he was laughing at my expense.

"Never! Jake, Never in your wildest dreams will I allow that to happen. You can do whatever you want with me, but not my girls!" I shouted at him.

"OK! OK! I was just kidding anyway. They are prime stuff, but too dangerous for me. I have been thinking of changing our location as you have asked, and I think it may be a good idea. If we had a place away from your home, would you feel better? As your owner, I do have an obligation to take care of you." He added.

"Oh, Yes! Jake. I would feel much better about it." I quickly agreed.




A Company Affair Ch. 10



"Well, you might have to make some new concessions to me. But we can talk about that tomorrow. Do you have pen and paper to write down this address?" 

I answered affirmatively and wrote as he repeated it twice.

"Now, tomorrow, as soon as the girls leave for school you will get in your car and drive to this address. It is in a quiet neighborhood and sits back off the street a ways. The number is on the mail box so you can't miss it."

"I understand. But, whose home is it?" I asked.

"It belongs to a friend of mine who is out of town, so we will have complete privacy. How does that sound to you?" He asked.

"Fine, I guess. At least I won't have to worry about the girls getting suspicious if I am back home before they get home." I replied.

"There should be no problem there. Just notice your driving time to get there and you will know how long to get home. Oh, one other thing. Wear your robe and nothing under it but you and bring your dildo and vibe as well." I could hear him laughing as he hung up.



A Company Affair Ch. 11



I sat there for a long time, contemplating what he said. I was happy to be out of my own home, due to the possibility of unexpected exposure. But, the unknown caused me to wonder what it really meant. I felt that I should be wary of his schemes and tried to see where it was going. The thought of breaking away from Jake's control was very important to me, but the situation needed to be considered in depth. 

My mind turned to Monty and the girls. I was sure that the girls were mature enough to comprehend my situation, especially if I could just explain to them how it had happened. My love and concern for them was the strong side of me, I would resist any advance that Jake made toward them in any way, even if I were to lose Monty as a result of my sexual indiscretion. I was sure that he would allow me to live with him more to keep our family together, than to put me out because of fucking Jake 

Was I so bad to have an affair like this? I think that there are many women who get caught up in their lustful desires and some man seems to always be there to lead them into deeper depravity. I felt like I was unable to resist Jake's control at this time, but I promised myself that I would search for a chance to escape from him. With great resolve I vowed that I would show Monty and the girls how strong my love for them was.

Spending quality time with both Sara and Melissa was a good way to show them my love and concern for their welfare. I felt that I could change my behavior and be a loving mother, instead of a married slut, as Jake had called me. Monty was another matter completely. He was very accepting and never really complained about our sex life. I feel that he liked it, especially if I was the aggressor. If I was not in the mood from sex, he would willingly wait until I was. 

It was only at times when I was having an affair that he was not aware of, that seemed to make me more sexually active with him, as well as with my lover at the time. I have never wanted to give up Monty or my family for a roll in bed with a new lover, but I was not averse to playing with out his knowledge. Was my illicit behavior heightened by his not knowing, or was it guilt feelings that I fucked him more during my affairs, than I did at other times? 

Is there a double standard that men can fuck around on their wives without consequences as opposed to the woman getting her ass kicked out of her home because of fucking or sucking another man and being found out by her husband? It seemed to be unfair to me. But, I could only hope that I could escape detection of my unfaithfulness long enough to put the "Jake Episode" behind me. Turning my thoughts to what was ahead of me, I promised myself to be very open with Monty giving him full access to my body in anything he desired.

For the rest of that day, I busied myself with the chores of the home, preparing for being gone most of tomorrow. I considered my best scenario for being gone all day was a shopping trip to the Mall. Monty and The girls were aware of my habit of window shopping all day and still coming home empty-handed. 

It seemed kind of exciting to me as I thought again of Jakes instructions for tomorrow. Jake was so different than any other man I have fucked. Most of them seemed only interested in getting themselves off and leaving me to work with a softening prick. I did manage to have at least one orgasm with them, but with Jake, I was treated to several. I had to admit that he did push me pretty hard and rough, but it was that difference that made it so exciting. Just knowing that I was going to be with him tomorrow, made me wet with anticipation. 

Masturbation crossed my mind, but I quickly discarded it as I wanted to be really hot for him, and also reserved any of my own orgasms for him. I knew that I could fake my orgasms with Monty tonight and really enjoy the feel of Jakes huge prick working inside of me. Gee! I had to stop thinking about it, before I lost my resistance about masturbating. 

I spent the rest of the day preparing for my absence the next day. I made a casserole for the girls and I and even baked some cookies as I knew Melissa was always looking for an after-school treat. It had been a week since Sara had came home acting kind of worried about something, and somehow she had not mentioned the problem, since. I made a mental note to inquire about it, just as soon as I could.

The rest of the day passed without incident and when Sara and Melissa arrived home, I was unable to think about what Jake may have in store for me. If, the last two days I spend with him was any indication of what was to come, I was certainly in for a long, hard fucking. I know it sounds bad, but I smiled a shy smile in anticipation. 

When Monty got home, I had the dinner on the table. Monty and the girls talked about their activities during the day as I listened absently. Dinner was over and as I put the left-over pot roast away and Sara loaded the dish washer and Melissa wiped the table off. When we were finished, Sara and Melissa went to their room to do their school work and Monty and I sat on the couch and watched the evening news. The girls joined us for their favorite program, and we watched EXTREME make-over together. Monty and I kissed each of the girls' good night and watched them head off for their room. 

Monty put his arm around me and we walked together toward the bedroom. I knew that I couldn't refuse him if he was in the mood for sex. It wouldn't be right to refuse him just because of me being with Jake, tomorrow. I just didn't want him to fuck my pussy; I wanted to save that for Jake. As we started undressing, Monty said.

"Honey, I have had a hard day today and need to get up early for my trip tomorrow, Do you mind if we just go right to sleep?" 

"Oh, Not at all, dear! I understand the stress your new job puts on you. Just so you know I am always here for you." I replied.

"I love you, sweetheart!" He smiled at me, reaching to cup my tits in his hands as I leaned forward to kiss his lips.

"And, I love you too!" I replied, swinging my tits from side to side as he twisted the nipples.

"You had better watch that!" he teased, "I may change my mind and fuck you good"

"Well, How about if we wait until Thursday night. You and I both will be in the mood, then. Besides, I'd like to shower tonight as I want to go shopping tomorrow while you are gone." I smiled at him. "I might even buy a frilly nightie to wear."

"Sure, you do that! But it won't make you look any better than you do now." He grinned, leering at my nakedness. I turned and walked into the bathroom as Monty slid under the covers. I stood before the mirror, contemplating my naked body. My tits had drooped a bit, but I still had all my curves in the right places. My ass was full and round and matched my smooth thighs. My pussy hair was getting stubbly as it had been a full week since Jake had shaved it.

I got the bottle of depilatory cream and spread it liberally over my legs, thighs, and pussy, being careful to not get any of it inside my cunt. A quick smear under my arms completed that portion. Now, I just needed to wait for the cream to do its job. The cooling sensation on my labia caused a tingle to run upward from my clit to my stomach, reminding me of how hard and rough Jake had fucked and sucked my poor pussy. Monty had never been that rough with me and Jake's larger prick seemed to stretch my pussy wider as well as deeper.

As I waited for the cream to work, I thought back to that night of the company event and what it had lead to. The possible exposure of my affair with Jake was something I didn't take lightly, but the lure of the pure lust made me want to continue with Jake. I was sure that in a short time Jake would turn his attention to a younger woman and I could return unscathed to Monty and my girls.

I stepped into the shower and washed away the depilatory cream, leaving my legs, underarms, and pussy smooth and bare. After my shower, I dried myself and applied my body lotion. I was amazed at my reaction to my own hands as I rubbed my tits, ass, and legs with the lotion. My nipples got erect as I rubbed the lotion on my labia; my clit tingled as my fingers brushed against it. Was a woman's body that sensitive to the touch or was I anticipating tomorrow?

I slipped my gown over my head and smoothed it over my body. I returned to the bedroom and saw Monty sleeping peacefully. I slid in beside him and lay there for several long minutes, listening to his slow, regular breathing. It was sure different from mine and Jakes breathing as he fucked and sucked me all over the house. At least, I was not going to have to fuck him in our marriage bed, but I did wonder what I would be called upon to do tomorrow. As sleep drifted over me, I realized that I had lifted my gown and my fingers were softly and slowly rubbing my bare pussy.

The clock radio awoke us a bit earlier as Monty had to get on the road. I slipped on my robe and prepared our coffee as he showered and got ready. Like a good wife, I packed his overnight case, putting in a change of clothes for him. We sipped at our coffee and made idle talk until it was time for him to leave. He put his arms around me and squeezed me tight against him. We kissed long and gently, telling each other of our love. As he headed out to the car, his bag in his hand, He waved bye and said, "Kiss the girls for me and I will see you tomorrow night." Then he drove away.

It was still too early to get the girls up, so I sipped another cup of coffee and scanned the paper. I was noting a few places where they were having sales so I could mention them if the girls should ask me where I went shopping at. Later, after I had called the girls and they were getting ready for school, I went into my bathroom and fixed my hair and put on my make-up. It seemed strange to be planning on going out without anything on except my robe. By the time I was through, I could hear the girls in the kitchen and I kissed each of them good morning and then another kiss from their daddy. I fixed their breakfast and sat quietly as they ate.

"Gee, Mom! You sure look nice today. What do you have planned? Going somewhere?" Melissa asked. 

"Maybe. I replied, "I was looking in the paper and Macy's and Nordstrom's are having some sales on and I thought I would go down and look around."

"Sounds like fun!" Sara laughed, "I wish I could go with you."

My heart jumped and a flush stained my cheeks as I realized the implication of what she said. Stammering a bit, I replied, "Maybe this week-end, honey. You shouldn't miss any school this close to your mid-term exams." 

"I know, Mom. But my grades are really good."

"Yes, they are sweetheart and your Daddy and I are very proud of you. You pick the day and we will definitely go shopping."

"Ok, Mom. It's a deal!" Sara replied, happily. And minutes later she and Melissa were kissing me goodbye and out the door to school.

I watched them until they were out of my sight, thinking about what Sara had said about going with me. Good thing that she didn't know where I was going. She was filling out so fast. I wondered what her viewpoint on sex was. In time, I thought, we will have that discussion about sex and boys. But I had an appointment to keep. 

I went into the bathroom and took off my terry-cloth robe. Hanging it on the back of the door, I went to my closet and took another robe off the hanger. It was a smooth satin material, thin and almost transparent. I slipped it on and went back into the bathroom to check its fit. Satisfied that it was covering me enough, I pulled the front together over my tits and tied the belt snuggly around my waist. It hung down to mid-thigh and the smooth material hugged my ass and thighs, as well as showing the imprints of my nipples.

I figured that I would be alright if I didn't have to get out of the car for any reason. I made my way to the garage and got in my car. I was just opening the door and I realized that I had forgotten my vibe and dildo. Jake had been explicit about what he wanted. I got out of the car and returned to my bedroom, opened the top drawer and reached for my dildo and vibe. I hurried back to the car and laid them in the seat next to me. I did notice that my robe was spreading open each time that I sat down, showing my legs and thighs clear up to my crotch. I tried to pull it together, but it kept falling apart.

As I drove to the address Jake had given me, I contemplated what lay ahead of me. I was positive that it would involve sex in as many different positions as Jake could think of. That didn't bother me, because I had experienced them all anyway, either with Monty or someone else. One thing that bothered me was that I knew nothing about Jake and he knew everything about me. He had quizzed me about my sex life, before marriage and after. There was little that I had kept from him. I was thinking that I might possibly find a weak spot in his personal life that I could use against him in the same way he was controlling me. 

I was brought back to reality by the loud, short blast of a truck horn. I looked to my right and through the truck window I saw a face grinning at me, his finger pointing downward into my car. I looked down and quickly understood his interest. There in plain sight on the passenger seat lay my natural colored dildo and the shiny white vibe. A quick glance at my exposed legs told me that most all of my assets were available to his leering eyes. Embarrassed, I pressed the accelerator down and pulled away from him, knowing that another man had enjoyed looking at my body.

A couple of mile farther on, I found the exit from the freeway and started winding through a residential area. There were modest homes all around and about 15 minutes later, I found the street I was looking for. Following the house numbers, I made my way to small house set back off the street. It looked deserted as I parked in the driveway and looked around. There seemed to be no one about. I got out of the car, checking once again the address was correct, and at that moment, the door opened and there was Jake with his arrogant smile. 

"Did you bring everything I told you to?" He asked.

"Yes, Jake. I did." Leaning back into the car to retrieve the two items, I held them up so he could see them.

"Very good, my married slut. But aren't you forgetting something?" He asked.

Puzzled, I asked, "What?"

"The robe! Take off the robe and leave it in the car." He commanded.

But, Jake!" I pleaded, "Someone may see me." 

"That shouldn't bother a slut whore like you." He laughed, "But the longer you stand there, the more likely someone will see you."

Understanding the wisdom of his words, I quickly untied the belt and let the robe slide off my shoulders. The cool morning air caused my nipples to crinkle and stand out from the dark areolas like pencil erasers. Tossing my robe back into the car, I picked up my dildo and vibe and headed for the house on the run. My breasts were swinging and giggling wildly as I rushed for the door. I could only imagine the sight I was presenting to anyone watching. Jake blocked the door for several long moments, barring my way and laughing as I struggled to get past him.

I stood silently before him as he closed the door and turned, gazing at my naked body. 

"Well, well! So, my married slut has returned for more of my hard cock! I guess you were afraid that I might run out of steam before you were satisfied, so you brought your toys?"

"No, Jake! I brought them because you told me to." I answered. "I have a lot to lose here and want to satisfy you. I do appreciate you finding a place for us, rather that at my home."

"Very good, slut! Why don't you come over here and show me how much you appreciate it." He smiled at me.

Knowing what was expected of me I tossed my toys on the sofa and went to him. He was still fully dressed, but I could see the outline of his large cock pressing against the material of his pants. Jake grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips, squashing my breasts against his chest and squeezing my ass-cheeks in both hands. The bulge of his prick pressed into my stomach as I put my arms around his neck, opening my mouth to his searching tongue. Even thought I felt guilty about it, I felt my body reacting to his kisses and touch.

Jake kissed me, his tongue reaching deep in my mouth, wiggling and probing against my own. Then his hand came up to caress my tits, pulling and twisting the erect nipples, roughly. Slowly, almost tenderly, he began kissing me about the ears, neck, and shoulders. I sighed softly and pushed my bare pussy tight against the solid outline of his prick. Right or wrong, the desire was building in my stomach, drawing the moisture from my cunt, wetting the lips in preparation for what was to come.



A Company Affair Ch. 12



Jake felt my reaction to his kisses and touch. He smiled that arrogant smile that was so familiar to me. I wished that I had resisted the desire that had led me to this. But it was too late to refuse him now. I felt him placing his hands on my shoulders, pressing me downward. 

"Ok, Slut! You can undress me now." He sneered, "I know what you want."

Without a word of resistance, I sank to my knees. I raised my hands up and began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands cupped under my chin, tilting my head back until my eyes met his. 

"Talk to me, Slut! Tell me how you missed me." He grinned at me as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders.

"Yes, Jake! I missed you." I replied as my hands reached up to open the belt and snap to his pants. Even as I said the words, I knew that they were true, at least to a certain extent. My mind saying it was a lie and my body saying it was true. There were several times I thought of turning around and going home, but I had continued as if driven by the fear of exposure. Was it really fear or desire that brought me here?

My trembling fingers reached for the zipper and pulled it down. The quiet hiss seemed loud in my ears as the front of his pants gapped open, revealing the thick mat of black pubic hair. His pants seemed to hang precariously on his hips and the straining bulge of his cock. A slight tug brought the pants sliding down around his feet. The hardening shaft popped out, almost grazing my lips. I sat back on my heels and watched as each throb pumped more blood into the veins circling the shaft, lifting it upward and swelling it in thickness.

I sat there, momentarily as it throbbed and jerked in front of me, the swelling, purple head took on a shiny look, and the ridge joining the head to the shaft was studded with tiny nubs. I knew that those were very sensitive to the touch of tongue or pussy. I reached out, grasping the throbbing shaft in one hand as my other hand sought out the wrinkled sack, cupping and rolling his balls gently. I stroked the throbbing shaft several times, pumping a drop or two of precum out of the tiny slit at the tip. I leaned forward and caught the precum on the tip of my tongue, pulling the clear juice into my mouth.

"My little married whore likes the taste of my cock, doesn't she?" He grinned at me as I leaned forward and captured his swollen cock-head between my lips. I could only nod my head in the affirmative. Jake started trying to extract his feet from his pants and I continued to hold his prick between my lips as my hands helped to pull his pants from his feet. Jake put his hands on my head, forcing more of his large cock into my mouth. I could see by the wetness that my lips left on his cock that I was taking a little better than half of it into my mouth. Its swollen head was banging against the opening to my throat and I was afraid that I was going to gag.

Still holding my head with his hands, Jake started to back away. I was forced to follow him on my knees. As I moved after him, I could feel the cool air catch the juices seeping from my cunt, evaporating them, making me more aware of my submission to the large cock in my mouth. Jake backed up as if pulling me forward with his cock until he reached the sofa. With his hands still on my head, he sat down, spreading his legs wide and allowing me to nestle comfortably at his crotch. 

Using his hands to guide me and his voice to control me, Jake had me kneeling between his legs for a half-hour of so, saying things like, "Suck my cock, slut" "Ohhh. Easy now!" "You like sucking cock, don't you?" "Lick my balls." "Roll them around in your mouth." "Now, take it deep!" "Deeper!" His hands never leaving my head. Several times the coarse pubic hair surrounding his prick shaft tickled my lips as he forced his cock deep into my throat. At those times when his cock was embedded in my throat, I could feel it throbbing violently.

I couldn't tell if he was cumming or not until after he let me come up for air and I could see the long slippery shaft wet to his balls with my spit. His engorged prick throbbed and jerked rapidly just under my nose as he fought to control the urge to cum. By this time I was dripping wet and was thinking that a few flicks with my finger would bring me to climax. The pre-cum was oozing from the swollen head in a small stream and I licked it away as it appeared before me. I fed his cock back into my mouth, working it rapidly and sucking hard.

Jake grabbed my hair, lifting my sucking mouth off his throbbing cock.

"No you don't, Cock-sucker! You want my cum in you mouth, But I have other plans for it, But I assure you that before you leave today, you will have my cum in every hole you've got." Then he pushed me away and stood up. He grabbed me by my arms, lifting me to my feet, and then shoving me unceremoniously, backwards onto the sofa. I landed flat on my back, legs, and arms waving. Jake stood above me, looking down at my naked body. 

"Look at you, Whore! You talk like you love your husband and family, but here you are with a dripping cunt and dying to have it fucked, aren't you?" He sneered.

"Please, Jake. I do love my family!" I cried.

"Maybe you do in a way, but right now, you are not thinking about them. You are thinking of having my big cock poking into your slippery pussy, aren't you?" He asked.

"Yes, Jake, I admit that I want that, but you can't blame me and say I don't love my family too." I pleaded.

"But, you love cock more, you slut! I knew it before you ever went out onto that balcony with me. You thought a good quick fuck and suck wouldn't be noticed, didn't you?" He asked.

"Jake, you caught me during a moment of weakness, it could happen to anyone." I tried to defend my actions,

"Well, you wanted to dance that night, so now you are paying the fiddler!" He laughed. 

Jake leaned over and grabbed my hips and lifted my ass around to the edge of the sofa. His large hands spread my legs apart as far as they would go. Slowly, he knelt down between my thighs and rammed three fingers into my seeping cunt, pressing as deep as he could. The sensation of my cunt being spread so rapidly brought a moan to my lips and a stab of pain/pleasure surging through me. Instinctively, my hips bucked upwards, as if offering more access to my pussy. Jake continued to poke and twist his fingers into me several times more, then he with drew them. Leaning forward, he took those same fingers and wiped them across my lips and into my mouth. 

Again, the fingers were rammed and twisted into my cunt, only to be withdrawn and the juices rubbed all over my tits. Jake adjusted his position and lowered his head to my cunt. It felt like an electric shock to my swollen clit as I felt his tongue flick across it. His arms snaked up along my sides and his hands started squeezing and molding my tits roughly. I felt the suction of his mouth on my cunt, pulling and stretching my lips as far as they would go, as his nose rubbed and bumped against my clit. The sensation made my hips bounce upward and my thighs tremble and jerk as I climaxed to the thrusting, sucking tongue.

Jake did not let up. His tongue darted deeper and flicked up and down my slit, savoring the juices as each climax brought him more. His fingers were clamped to my sensitive nipples, pulling, stretching them to the point of pain. My orgasms were so intense that I could hardly tell when one stopped and another began. I begged him to stop as my clit was so sensitive that each time his tongue flicked across it, it reacted like an eruption deep inside my cunt. 

For long moments as I lay there, my legs splayed so lewdly, Jake licked away the juices, sucking the lips forcefully into his mouth and wiping them with his tongue. Jake seemed to take delight in flicking my swollen clit from time to time as I tried to regain my composure. Each time he did it, my hips would bounce upward involuntarily. Yes, it would be very hard to deny to anyone watching, that I was not thoroughly enjoying it.

Finally, Jake stopped and lay back on the carpet. I looked at him seeing his half-hard cock lying against his stomach and his large balls hanging against his ass-hole. I saw my dildo and vibe lying on the floor where I had dropped them when I was undressing Jake. I slipped off the sofa and crawled to them. Jake watched me closely as I moved to his side, holding the dildo in one hand and the vibe in the other. I laid the dildo beside his semi-erection and moved between his legs. I turned the Vibe on slow and ran the tip up and down the length of his cock. For several minutes, I played with the vibe against his cock shaft, holding it tight to the sensitive underside of his gland and down to his balls.

His prick had regained it's stiffness by this time and I held my dildo in one hand and grasped his cock in the other. I compared the two, setting the base of the dildo against his pubic bone, and then stood his erect cock upright beside it. He chuckled at me as I determined that both were so very close to the same size. I knew that my dildo was 8x1½ inches, but it appears that his cock was possibly a bit thicker. I tried to gage by circling my fingers around the shafts, but it was really to close to tell.

By this time I was ready to start fucking again, but Jake did not seem to be in any hurry. I continued to stroke his cock, keeping it stiff by leaning over and sucking it from time to time.

"You are really enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked.

"How can you tell?" I grinned, leaning over and taking the head of his cock into my mouth.

"No. I'm serious! You tell me that you love Monty and the girls, but here you are sucking and fucking me and acting like a slut." He looked at me for my answer.

"I don't know, Jake. I do love Monty and my daughters, but there are times when I get bored and I wonder why women can't follow their sexual desires like men do. A mother and wife are supposed to be shy and respectable, and most times they are. Then someone comes along and says or does the right things to her and she yields to her inner feelings and that is the pure sexual lust that she keeps buried within her." I answered.

"Then you don't feel guilty when you are fucking other guys behind Monty's back?" He asked.

"Yes, I do feel guilty and I don't like it, but that is the way our moral society judges women." I replied.

"Then you feel that there is a double standard for men and women." He asked.

"Absolutely! Women are more romantically inclined than men. We react to the subtle and tactile seductions that you men heap on us, whether it is as a look, touch or a whispered word. Some are able to resist it, but others are not." I explained.

"You believe that a man can seduce any woman that he takes an interest in?" He asked.

"Well, there is more involved than that. There has to be an attraction for each other, but with enough time and patience it can happen, especially if the woman is aware of his attentions and feeling a bit neglected by her husband." I said.

"I guess that was the case for you, the night of the company event? You were feeling neglected?" He grinned.

"Yes, But I never thought it would go that far. That was a time that my lust overpowered my common sense." I admitted.

"And how do you feel now?" He smiled at me.

"Horny!" I said, leaning forward and kissing his cock-head. "It seems that I have become a slut by most people's definition and it does not appear that you are going to let me forget it."

"Why should I? I like having you bouncing around on my cock. You have already admitted that I am just one of many to have your cunt anytime I want it." Jake replied. 

"That is between you and me. I would rather be more open to Monty, but there is too much risk involved." I explained. "If I knew he would like an open marriage, then I would be happier. Males in general want their wife to be prim and proper in public, but a slut in private. Their egos prevent them from enjoying all of their wife's sexual potential and due to their voyeur instincts most would find it highly stimulating to see their wife being ravaged sexually by another man."

"Well, why don't you move over here and let me ravage your cunt with my prick?" Jake grinned.

Both Jake and I had cooled off a little during our conversation and his cock had softened up a bit. Jake was lying flat on my back on the carpeted floor as I knelt between his legs. I rested my hands on each side of his hips, lowered my head, and began kissing and licking up the inside of his thighs. Jake spread his legs wider as my lips and tongue pressed into his crotch. Jake had removed all the hair from his large balls and around the base of his cock. Using the tip of my tongue, I poked at them, rolling them around. I spent several long moments there, nuzzling his balls with my nose and tongue. Jake lifted his hips high in the air and I let the tip of my tongue trail across the wrinkled ring of his ass-hole. 

Jake let out a low sigh and lifted his ass higher. I stiffened my tongue and pressed the tip into the tight ring of his ass-hole. I felt him tighten and relax his sphincter muscle as my tongue pushed against it. His balls were hanging against my nose as I licked his ass-hole. I lifted my head and saw that his prick had regained its stiffness and knew it was time to move on. I was very much aware of my sensitive nipples, which had been swinging side to side as I tongued his ass, and rubbing against the rough carpet.

With my tongue I caught one ball and then the other, pulling each one into my mouth as I rolled them around with my tongue. I opened my mouth wider and managed to get both balls into my mouth sucked them gently, moving them around with my tongue. Keeping his balls in my mouth, I pulled away from his body, stretching his sack to the limit. I noticed his cock throbbing and jerking as I mouthed his balls. I opened my mouth slightly and pulled back, allowing first one ball, then the other, to slip out of my mouth and hang wet and shiny against his ass-hole.

I moved upward, kissing and licking at the swollen shaft. As I neared the tip, I caught the head with my tongue, tasting the thin pre-cum oozing from the tiny slit. All of this was having its effect on me as well. I could feel my nipples dragging against his thighs as my hand grasped his cock and stood it upright. I pursed my lips into a large "O" and pushed downward. The throbbing head, slick with pre-cum, slipped easily into my hot mouth. I made several quick movements, driving the huge cock deep into my mouth, stopping only as it bumped against the opening to my throat. 

I heard Jake make a hissing sound and felt his hands grab my head and lift it off his throbbing cock. I had almost made him cum, but he managed to regain control as his cock jerked and twitched violently in my face. Jake pulled me upward over his body as my tits dragged over his cock and balls, my erect nipples getting stimulated as they were dragged across his hairy chest. Jake guided my mouth to his, our lips meeting in a hot, wet kiss and our tongues doing a dirty dance as I lay on top of him. I pulled my knees up and straddled his hips, then I raised my hips, my hand grasped his cock and placed it between my thighs. I relaxed my body as I felt his cock shaft nestled against my pussy lips. We continued to kiss, but our bodies were still, as each of us savored the sexual thrill of being together.



A Company Affair Ch. 13



We lay there quietly, each lost in our own thoughts. I was wondering why Jake was waiting about having an orgasm. I was missing the feeling of his cock jerking and throbbing as it shot his cum into my pussy or mouth. Even though I was the submissive partner in this, it gave me a sense of power to know that I was the main cause of the trembling and weakening of his knees when he was shooting his cum into my mouth, or the complete exhaustion of his strength as he fucked my pussy so fast, then he was too weak to move as his cock jerked and throbbed inside my cunt. Of course, it was pleasurable to me, also, to squeeze his spurting cock with my pussy muscles, milking the large shaft of its juices. It is important to a woman to know that she has satisfied the male in meaningful way.

But, this was unusual for Jake to give me so many climaxes and he has not had one, yet. I began to roll my hips very slowly as we continued to tongue kiss, Jakes arms around me, holding me tight against him. I could feel his cock shaft spreading my slick pussy lips as I rolled my hips slowly from side to side. My swollen clit was being stimulated as I pressed backwards, bringing the hard shaft against it. I began moving my hips up and down, instead of side ways and I could feel his cock trying to go inside my pussy, but the angle was not right. Each time the head of his cock felt in place, I would push backward and the head would slide upwards, between my cunt lips and across my ass-hole.

Jake was aware of what I was doing and he chuckled at my efforts to capture his cock in my cunt.

"You must be wanting something in your pussy again, slut. Haven't you had enough orgasms yet?" he grinned.

"I was thinking of you, Jake. You have not had a good cum, yet!" I answered.

"Well, you know us guys! We have to rest between shot's like that, and I want to watch you with your toys, then maybe I will let you feel my cock squirting in you." He said.

"But, Jake, Using toys to masturbate is kind of embarrassing in front of others. Masturbation is best as a solitary act." I replied.

"You mean, you have never masturbated in front of anyone else, ever?" He asked.

"Well, maybe I have but not often." I admitted.

"Who was it?" He inquired.

"Well, Monty wanted to see me masturbate, so I did it for him" I admitted.

"Any one else? You might as well tell me, now. You know I will find out anyway." 

"Please, Jake! Don't ask me that." I begged.

"Why? You shouldn't have any secrets from me." He said, rolling me off his body quite suddenly. I got the feeling that I had displeased him as I attempted to gain a more lady-like position. I sat up, tucking my legs under me and watched him get to his feet. He stood above me and moved closer. I thought at first he wanted me to suck his cock some more, but instead he extended his hand and helped me to my feet. He led me to the sofa and told me to lie down. I did as he told me to and for the next few minutes he asked all sorts of personal question about my sexual activities. I answered them and he seemed to enjoy my confessions about being with other men. As I talked, Jake was busy positioning my body on the sofa, spreading my legs widely, as if trying to open me to the maximum exposure.

Finally, he settled on me being on my back, one leg draped over the back of the sofa and the other leg hanging off the side. I knew that this was spreading my pussy lips and the cool air was evaporating the cunt juice that was still seeping out. Being spread so lewdly like that made me crave a good hard cock in my pussy, and I smiled seductively and suggested that Jake take advantage of me. Instead, Jake bent over and picked up my dildo and vibe. 

He tossed them to me and said, "Here, Fuck yourself with your toys, slut. I want to watch how you get yourself off when you are alone. Do a good job and I will give you my cum."

Knowing that I had no choice in the matter, I picked up my dildo and rubbed it slowly up and down my slit, getting the large latex shaft wet with my juices. Jake watched closely as I took my left hand and using two fingers, I spread my pussy lips wide and nestled the head of the dildo between them. Using my right hand, I began moving it slowly in and out, gradually sinking it deeper and deeper. I had to admit to Jake that I was enjoying it and moved my ass about in circles as I fucked my pussy with the false cock.

He kept me saying filthy things as I lay there, moaning, as I made the dildo work deeper into my cunt. Jake knelt beside the sofa, grasped the vibe, and turned it on high. He began moving the tip against my clit and down through my gapping pussy lips. I was unable to control my body and started thrusting my hips upward as I slammed the dildo in and out. The vibe buzzing on my clit soon drove me to a powerful climax and as I shuddered through that one, Jake took the vibe and stuck it forcefully into my ass-hole. I shook and shuddered for several moments, my pussy quivering and sucking at the dildo as my body was rocked by another gut wrenching orgasm.

Jake smiled at me as I lay there before him, breathing heavily as I recovered from the two intense orgasms. I felt somewhat embarrassed at my reaction to masturbating so lewdly for him, but there was a tingle of excitement there too. I had given in to his demands and had yielded to those innermost female desires of submission to the male. I smiled at Jake as he kissed me, thrusting his tongue in and out of my open mouth. His left hand covered my tits, pulling and stretching the erect nipples as his right hand grasped the dildo and started stroking it in and out of my slippery cunt. The vibe, still buried in my ass-hole, continued to send its special thrill through my body as Jake knelt beside me, kissing and licking me from my head to my thighs, pausing to lavish special tongue treats to my nipples, clit, and thighs.

I responded to him, moaning in pleasure as his tongue and lips found those sensitive female places, letting him know that he was in control. I extended my hand and grasped the semi-hard shaft of his cock, stroking it slowly, giving him pleasure as he was giving me. I felt his prick began to stiffen as I pumped it through my hand, stopping occasionally to cup his hanging balls and roll them about with my fingers.

Jake repositioned my legs, pushing them together and extending them straight out. I felt less exposed, but I knew his purpose of doing this. The dildo was fully embedded in my pussy and could not slip out. The vibe, separated only by the thin membrane inside my body continued to make my pussy pulse and tingle. Jake's fingers once more slid between my thighs to insure that the dildo was inserted as far as it would go into my pussy, then lingered at my clit, stroking the swollen bud as my hips jerked upwards at the touch. He slowly got to his feet and stood over me, his huge cock snapping upward as he pulled it free of my hand.

Without saying a word, he smiled and straddled my waist, kneeling above me. I could feel his heavy balls dragging against my stomach as he moved upwards. I sensed that they were full of sperm as he had not had a climax yet. He leaned forward, supporting his upper body with his arms above my head. I gazed down at his cock nestled between my tits, the swollen, purple already leaking a small drop of pre-cum.

Instinctively, I cupped my tits with my hands and pushed the soft flesh up and around the shaft of his cock, wrapping my tits around it. Jake started fucking my tits very slowly at first. It created almost a hypnotic effect on me as I watched the swollen head disappear then reappear between my tits, looking similar to a one-eyed monster, rearing up before my eyes. Jakes strokes were getting longer and the swollen head was leaving a slick trail of pre-cum from my tits to my chin. On about every other stroke, Jake would push it higher and I would lick the sensitive gland with my tongue. Several times I tried to suck it into my mouth, but Jake would always pull it away from me.

The dildo and vibe was having the desired effect on my pussy and ass-hole as I was in a constant state of arousal. It would only take a few strokes of my finger against my clit to bring on my climax, but I dared not to let go of my tits. Jake started making longer strokes, bringing his cock higher until I was able to suck the head into my mouth. I could feel it throb and jerk as I swirled my tongue around it, tasting the thin taste of his pre-cum as it seeped into my mouth. I was amazed at Jakes ability to control his orgasms.

Most of my previous lovers could not last very long at all, especially if I was sucking them. Jake was different, though. Well, maybe not that different, because he backed away, pulling his throbbing cock out of my mouth, holding the throbbing head just out of reach of my mouth as I watched the pre-cum being pushed out the tiny slit as it hung momentarily before dropping into my open mouth. I wanted to grab it, thrust it into my mouth and stroke, and suck on it until it yielded up the thick, warm cum that was stored in those large balls.

In the short span of time since the company event, Jake had never let me forget who was in control. From the night on the balcony to this very minute, Jake was pulling my strings like a puppet. He knew how to keep my sexual desire burning away in my mind and body. All fear of exposure were forgotten as he brought me to the pinnacles of lust, time and again, never letting me think or reason about my situation with Monty and the girls. Just as now, the vibe buzzing and stimulating the stuffed feeling the dildo brought to my pussy caused me to lick the swollen head of his prick every time it came within reach of my tongue.

"Damn! You like that cock, don't you, whore?" He sneered, wiping the dripping head against my cheeks.

"Oh, God! Jake, Yes!!! I do love it!" I moaned loudly, swiveling my head about as I tried to catch it with my lips.

Jake, still straddling my rib cage, grasped the base of his cock and started slapping the head against my tits. I cupped the fleshy sides with my hands and pushed them together, causing the nipples to be more exposed to his flailing cock. For several long moments he sat astride me, his erect cock slashing through the air, landing each time on one or the other erect nipples. It felt as if he was pounding my clit as well, so close were the sensations of my pussy and nipples. The top, soft globes of my tits were turning a bright crimson color, blending in with the darker color of my nipples and areolas. My cunt was clinching and squeezing the dildo and I groaned loudly as I thrust my hips upward, letting the orgasm roll through my body. I thought it was never going to end.

Jake continued to whip my tits and nipples with his cock until I was too weak to hold them up to his flailing prick. 

"I'm not through with you yet, you slut whore!" He growled at me as he got off and pulled me into a sitting position on the sofa. The vibe and dildo were pushed even deeper into my pussy and ass-hole as my full body weight was put on them. I looked up at Jake and saw him grinning down at me.

"Ok, you cocksucking slut! Get your mouth open. You have been wanting this and I'm going to fuck your married mouth and throat good." 

I had very little time to prepare as he stood before me, his legs spread on each side of mine and his throbbing prick sticking right in my face. I felt his hands grasp my head and pull it forward, his cock glancing off my cheek. Quickly, I reached out and grabbed the shaft, aiming the purple head at my mouth. I only had time to take a quick breath before I felt it bump against the opening to my throat. I relaxed a little bit as Jake started a slower and gentler pace. I was able to feel the swollen head lodge against my throat opening and my tongue bathe the shaft and my lips clamp around the head, flicking my tongue rapidly against it.

Jake started a steady rhythm sawing his cock in and out of my mouth. Gradually he would pick up speed, slamming the swollen head right into my throat opening. I put my hands on his hips to try and stop him from going so deep but his hands on my head were too powerful. Several times, he stopped moving his cock, holding the throbbing head where it was blocking my throat. I was only able to breathe through my nose and the air made a hissing noise in my ears as I began to breathe harder. Soon he pick up the pace, gripping my head firmly between both hands and began driving his throbbing cock deeper and deeper. 

Into the very opening for my throat, then out, pulling the spit and slobbers out were they ran down my chin and dripped stringy and wet on my tits. Had he not been holding me so tight, I'm sure I would have fallen off the sofa. Using my hands on his hips, I balanced myself against the thrusting cock, gasping a quick breath of air on each outward stroke. I felt his ass muscles tense, and then his hips shot forward, burying his cock completely in my throat. I gagged but there was no room. My throat was completely blocked with his raging prick. I felt his coarse pubic hair flatten my nose and his balls swing against my chin and faintly I felt the shaft swell and throb as he shot the thick, heavy cum into my throat. 

Jake hesitated, and a second stringy shot erupted into my throat. Then he pulled back out and I felt the next shot of cum squirt against the roof of my mouth. I took a quick, deep breath and tried to relax my throat muscles as the huge shaft ploughed into my throat again. 

With my nose flattened against his pubic bone and his spurting cock throbbing in my throat, I felt a wave of panic flow through me. I could not breathe. I began to struggle, and Jake backed off a little allowing me to get a quick gasp of air. Then it was slammed in and out so rapidly his pounding hips were just a blur. Spit and cum mixed and drooled out of my battered mouth as he continued his assault on my mouth and throat. Then he slammed my nose and chin into his crotch and held me there as his cock squirted and jerked, pumping his cum down my throat. The buzz of my vibe was driving me closer to another orgasm and I relaxed my throat muscles so I wasn't struggling so much. I expected Jake to pull back to give me another chance to breathe, but instead I heard a roaring in my ears and saw the little stars starting to explode behind my eyes. The intense orgasm hit me, causing my body to convulse, and the exploding stars to disappear into the darkness.

I am not sure how long I was unconscious, but slowly the light grew behind my eyes and I realized that I was gasping for breath as Jake continued to grasp my head and support me from toppling over. Finally, I was able to focus my eyes and saw his semi-erect cock covered the full length with cum and mucus from my throat and mouth. I had heard of breath depravation during sex and that was the only explanation I could think of for my moments of unconsciousness. Still groggy from my ordeal, Jake allowed me to lie down on the sofa again and regain my composure. As I lay there, I became aware of the state I was in. From my chin to my stomach, I was covered with stringy webs of cum and mucus, most of it covering the top slopes of my tits and nipples. The steady buzz of my vibe continued to stimulate the large dildo still lodged in my quivering pussy.

After a few minutes had passed, Jake extended his hand and helped me to my feet. The dildo started to slip out of my cunt, but I quickly covered it with my hand and with Jake helping me, I walked clumsily to the bathroom. I stood quietly as Jake adjusted the shower. He stepped aside and let me enter the shower first, then he moved in behind me. The warm stinging spray stimulated my nipples as it washed away the remnants of our sexual activities. Jake lathered up my back and ass cheeks, removing the vibe and dildo as I spread my legs and bent slightly forward. His hands continued to rub and rinse away the soapy water from my ass-hole and pussy. It was a bit of relief to be rid of the buzzing vibe and dildo, but there was also a sense of emptiness between my thighs.

Jake turned me around to face him and again covered my body with the cleansing soap, his hands squeezing, molding my tits to his hands, tweaking my sensitive nipples until they stood hard and erect against his hands. His soapy hands soon found their way to my crotch, his fingers spreading my pussy lips apart and his long fingers probing into the soft, pink flesh. I could not stop the pleasurable moan as he rinsed away the soapy suds, his fingers dragging slowly back and forth against my swollen clit as I stood there with my legs spread wide, quivering as he smiled at my obvious arousal.

Jake handed me the soap and I know that it was my turn to wash him. He turn his back to me and I soaped him up and down, trailing my fingers between his ass-cheeks like he did mine, feeling the puckered ring of his ass-hole clinch tighter as if to prevent my finger tip from entering. Then he turned to face me, smiling at me, as I began soaping up his shoulders and chest. I was struck by the contrast between Jake and Monty's physical appearance. Jake's chest and stomach was covered with thick, dark hair, a thin strip continued down his lower stomach where it merged with the thick bushy clump of his pubic hair. Jake's skin tone was also much darker than Monty's.

I felt a twinge of guilt as I wrapped my soapy hands around Jake's large cock, stroking the limber shaft. The guilt was because I was mentally comparing Jake's cock with Monty's cock. Nature had given Monty an average, but definitely adequate cock, and I really had no complaints about it, but Jakes cock was awesome to see and feel. The veins spiraling up the shaft gave it a rugged look and it definitely spread my cunt wider and went deeper into my cuntal pouch. Shaking my head to clear those thoughts of Monty and Jake, I worked my hands around the cock shaft and cupped and rolled his balls around. Jake pulled me to him kissing me deeply, as the water rinsed away the soapy residue from our naked bodies. 

As the last of the hot water flowed through the pipes, the cold water hit us with the realization that it was time to get dried off. Laughing, Jake slapped my ass-cheeks soundly, making me squeal as I darted across the room for a towel. Jake watched me as I dried myself, grinning as I toweled the water off my back and shoulders. I was very aware of him staring at my breasts as they swung back and forth with my movements. The cold water of the shower had caused my areola's to pucker up, which caused my nipples to harden and extend out farther than normal. Of course, I was also watching the intimate movements of Jake as he ran the towel around his crotch, lifting his cock and balls. 

When we were finished I wrapped the towel around me, covering my tits and body like a sarong, and Jake wrapped his towel about his waist. This was not for modesty sake, but for warmth until the moisture had completely dried from our bodies. As I was not in my home, I followed Jake into the kitchen and together we prepared soup and sandwiches for lunch and a bottle of beer. When we were finished, we put away the dishes and returned to the sofa in the living area. Jake threw off our towels and we cuddled on the sofa for several minutes, gradually building up our sexual desires. 

Between kissing, sucking on my tits, and fingering my pussy, Jake had me all juicy and ready to fuck. I knelt between his legs and sucked his cock until it was hard and throbbing. He allowed me to straddle his hips and as he held his cock upright, I sat down on it, moaning delightedly as it slipped easily between my slippery pussy lips. Several times as I was approaching orgasm, Jake would stop me and we would change positions. 

During the afternoon, I was treated to several smaller climaxes; But Jake would not give me the rough, cunt-battering orgasm that I enjoyed. He would want to change positions each time it seemed that his climax was immanent. It dawned on me that he was trying to withhold his orgasm as he had done earlier. I took comfort in the fact that he would pound my pussy to an earth shaking orgasm, before the day was over. Several times I was urged to use the dildo or vibe while Jake directed my movements. It was kind of thrilling to expose myself in such a lewd manner. As the time ticked away, Jake went into the kitchen and returned with one of the empty long-neck beer bottles, telling me to see how much of it I could take in my pussy.




A Company Affair Ch. 13



Again, I was positioned on the sofa, legs draped as wide apart as possible. My pussy was well lubricated from all the sexual stimulation to this point, but I was doubtful that it was allow the body of the bottle to pass. The neck was easy. It slipped between my cunt lips and the shoulders of the bottle stopped just inside my cunt. I felt like my pelvic bone was preventing it from going farther. Jake tried to help, working the bottle in and out, twisting it around to spread my juices along the body of the bottle, but the discomfort caused me to groan in pain.  



A Company Affair Ch. 14



Jake removed the bottle from my pussy and sat it upright on the floor. He extended his hands to me and I sat up on the sofa. As I got my feet under me, he pulled me to my feet and kissed and pulled at my sensitive nipples. As I stood there, I could feel the pussy juice seeping out of my cunt and running down the insides of my thighs.

"OK, Slut! It seems that you need a bit more stretching." He grinned at me as he nodded his head at the bottle on the floor.

"No, Jake! Please!" I protested, "It is too big! I could hurt myself with that."

"I doubt that, slut! You popped out two girls from that hole down there and I know that you can do the bottle thing." He leered at me. "You just need to put a little more effort into it. Now, get down on your knees and squat over the bottle."

"Please, Jake!" I begged, as he led me over to the bottle. 

"Quit your whining, cocksucker! Your sorry, married cunt needs to be stretched more. Look at the bright side of it; you will be able to take a bigger cock than mine." He taunted me.

Knowing that I couldn't escape doing as he said, I slowly yielded to the pressure of his hands on my shoulders, lowering myself to my knees. I moved ahead slowly until the bottle was directly under my ass. I felt the cool neck touch my ass-hole and I adjusted my hips forward. I felt the long neck of the bottle spread my pussy lips as I slowly lowered my wet cunt around it. I looked up at Jake, seeing him grinning at me as he stroked his hard cock right in front of my face.

"See, Slut! Your married cunt is begging to be stretched, isn't it?" as he pushed downward on the top of my head. I didn't reply to his comments, but there was an element of excitement tingling in my cunt as the shoulder of the bottle began to spread my pussy lips. I gasped several times as the pain shot through my crotch. I had to admit that it was similar to the pain of childbirth and I had endured that pain twice and felt sure I could do it again. 

Jake was watching my movements slowly moving up and down but not going any deeper than the shoulders of the bottle. He stepped closer to me and pointed his swollen cock head at my lips, his hands grabbing my head and jerking it forward. His cock slid between my lips and bumped up against my throat opening. 

"Take a deep breath, Bitch!" He shouted and pulled back just a little.

I sensed what was coming and took a deep breath as he slammed forward, burying the full length of his cock into my throat. At the same time, he pushed downward on my head and I felt the sharp pain in my crotch as his weight drove the bottle up and inside my pussy. I tried to scream, but no sound was heard, just that same roar in my ears as I had experienced before as he was fucking my throat. 

Once again, the darkness settled in behind my eyes and the little bright points of light flickered and danced wildly. I felt the muscles of my cunt squeezing and quivering around the body of the bottle at the same time I felt his cock squirting and jerking in my throat. Then the roar in my ears stopped and the little exploding stars dimmed and disappeared as I fainted. When I came to, I was gasping for air. If Jake had not been holding me, I would have toppled over sideways. 

As I slowly regained my thoughts and feelings, I realized that I was sitting flat on the floor with the bottle firmly lodged inside my cunt. The pain was still there, but more of a numbing pain. The strong, acrid taste of Jakes cum coated my tongue and lips and I became aware of his softening cock hanging just above my lips.

"Lick it, Bitch! Suck the last drops of my cum and swallow it." He growled at me as he fed it into my mouth again. Groggily, I sat there sucking at his soft cock as I regained my composure. The pain in my cunt had subsided to just a dull ache and I realized that the neck of the bottle was pressing and pushing against the Inner lining of my cuntal pouch. I placed my hand between my thighs and realized that the bottle had penetrated my pussy until just a small portion of the base remained in sight.

Jake allowed me to topple sideways, but warned me to keep the bottle lodged just as it was. For several minutes, Jake kept me there, spreading my legs and pulling at the bottle, making comments about how big my cunt was after fucking the bottle and what a whore I was. He would not let me up until I admitted to him that I liked to fuck myself with the bottle and that I had experienced an intense orgasm during the time I was sucking his cock and taking the bottle inside my cunt.

Then, to heap further embarrassment onto me, he grasped the bottle and pulled it out of my cunt, turned it around and reinserted the bottom first into me. It slid slowly into my pussy and as the shoulders of the bottle slipped inside me, Jake had me stand with my legs spread wide as he grasped the bottle neck in his hand and worked it in and out. Jake took great delight in watching me move about with just the neck of the bottle hanging out of my pussy. 

By this time, my pussy was really getting sore and I complained to Jake about it, telling him what I would not be able to be fucked by him or Monty if he continued.

"Not a problem!" He gloated, "We will just use you mouth and ass-hole. That is why you sluts and whores have those openings."

I didn't reply to his comments, but I was relieved as he pulled the bottle from my pussy. Again, Jake laid me on the sofa and spread my legs wide and pulled and poked at my pussy. He seemed to delight in stretching the lips apart and looking deep into pink, wrinkled lining of my cunt. I warning him of the passing time that I should be returning home soon. 

"If you want to go home, you better get over here and get me hard again, because I promised to fuck your ass today." He laughed.

Knowing what was required I slipped off the sofa and nestled between his legs. My lips found his prick head and my tongue lifted it up as I sucked it between my lips. It felt wet and spongy, but I set to work with a concerted effort, bathing the full length with my tongue and mouth. As it began to grow, I kissed and licked his balls each time I licked the length of his cock. It took me a few minutes to get it hard enough but as soon as it started throbbing in my mouth, I let it slip out and turned around with my ass facing him. 

On my hands and knees, I wiggled my ass with an inviting motion and he responded by kneeling behind me, slapping my ass soundly a few times, then lined his prick up with my ass-hole. As he attempted to enter my ass, his cock slipped past and plunged into my sore pussy. I groaned loudly as he made a few strokes, then he lined his prick up and sent it plowing into my ass-hole. It was well lubricated with pussy juice as he pounded away; his hands had a firm grip on my hips as he rocked my body with his thrusts. His large balls were swinging and slapping against my exposed clit as he rammed into my ass-hole roughly. My tits were swinging wildly, stimulating my nipples, and causing them to be erect and sensitive. For several long minutes Jake pounded his huge cock into my ass roughly, filling the room with the sound of flesh impacting flesh.

A loud moan from Jake signaled his impending climax and I braced my arms in preparation for the final lunge into my ass-hole. Burying his cock as deep as he could, he leaned over my ass and grabbed my tits, pulling them by the nipples and holding me tight against him. As I felt his cock swell and explode his cum into my ass, my cunt began to spasm and clinch in mutual orgasm. The slap of his balls against my clit and the pulling and squeezing of my nipples were enough to trigger my own orgasm as well.Breathing heavily from our exertion, I slowly relaxed under Jakes weight and we collapsed to the floor. My ass-hole was still clinching slowly around his cock as he pumped the last few drops of cum into my ass. Jake covered my neck, shoulders and face with hot, wet kisses, before breaking our sexual connection. As I felt his softening prick slip from my ass, I moved away and turned to Jake.

"I have to go, Jake." I said, bending over him and kissing him passionately.

"Yes, I know." He smiled, "You need to get home before the girls get there. But don't worry about tomorrow, I'll call you sometime during the day."

"Yes," I replied, then started looking for my clothes. "My God! I don't have any clothes here!" I had forgotten that Jake had made me leave my robe in the car.

Frantically, I turned to Jake. "Jake, I need something to cover up with. My robe is in the car."

"Sorry, Slut! You came in here bare-assed and you can leave the same way." He replied, Sitting up and grinning, lewdly.

Biting my lip to keep from crying, I went to the door and peeked out. My van was still the same distance from the door, but with the humiliation and embarrassment of having to walk that distance again, naked, was almost frightening. Jake came up behind me, opened the door, and shoved me bodily out into the open yard. I stumbled a few steps until I could get my balance, and with tits and arms swinging, I headed for the security of the van. I was almost there when Jake's voice stopped me.

"Hey, Slut! You forgot your toys!" He shouted. "You better come back and get them, you might need them again."

I turned to face him and saw that he was standing in the doorway, waving the large dildo and vibe at me. Knowing I had to cover that distance again, started the tears flowing. Hearing the sound of traffic on the street behind me caused me to hurry my steps back to the doorway. I grabbed the toys from Jake and started the trek back to my van. I heard the squeal of tires and saw a car with two men looking intently in my direction. The car had just passed the end of the driveway where my van was parked, but they were afforded an unrestricted view of a naked woman running to her van.

I was very conscious of their stares as I rush to my van, quickly opened the door, and slipped under the wheel. The only thing that I could think of was to get out of their sight. I started the van and slammed it into gear, backing out of the driveway. I quickly passed the car with the two males and headed for home. Feeling a bit more secure, I took notice of my situation and realized that I was driving bare-assed naked.

While grabbing for my robe, I almost swiped a parked car. Reason began to replace the fear and embarrassment and I pulled over to the curb and started putting my robe on. I had just slipped one arm into it, and I noticed the car with the two men in it pull slowly up beside me. The man closest to me rolled down his window and grinned at me, asking if they could help if I was having trouble. I gave them no reply but continued to pull my robe into place. There was nothing I could do, but to let them look, knowing that I was visible to their gaze from the waist up.

Covering myself the best I could with the short robe, I shifted the van into gear and pulled past the car beside me. Both men were grinning widely and waved to me. I glanced into my rearview mirror and saw that they were following me. I made several turns, trying to throw them off my tail. After a short chase, they dropped back and after making another turn, I never saw them again. As I began to calm down, I came to the conclusion that in my effort to get away, I was in a strange area and didn't know where I was. 

As I had often told Monty to pull over and ask directions, did not seem like a good option for me, considering how I was dressed. After several long minutes of driving aimlessly, I spied a road sign directing me back to the freeway. Breathing a sigh of relief I turned onto the entrance ramp. It felt very reassuring to know where I was. I glanced at the clock on the dash and was alarmed at the passing of time. As I do not usually drive at peak traffic times, it dawned on me that I had indeed pulled into the slow moving traffic the Monty complained so much about.

The traffic slowed and stopped, only to move slowly forward again. Several times I was aware of passing trucks and larger pickups where the drivers sat higher and could look down into the van. Because of the shortness of the robe, I was aware of the view they were getting of my thighs and possible of my crotch as well. Even though it was embarrassing to me there was really nothing I could do about it. The thought came to me that requesting a change of location had come at a higher price that I first imagined.

Glancing nervously at the clock, I watched the minutes tick away. It was going to be a close race as to who arrived home first, me, or the girls. Finally, with a sigh of relief, I spotted the exit sign, saying that my exit was 1 ½ miles ahead. Changing lanes in the heavy traffic presented a few drivers with unrestricted views of my thighs and crotch, but I was more concerned with arriving home before the girls. As I made the last turn onto our street, I noticed the school bus that carried Sara and Melissa making the same turn about a block behind me. 

Passing the corner where they would be discharged, I breathed a sigh of relief, and reached for the remote garage door opener. As I turned into the driveway, I had to pause long enough for the door to roll up and open. As I pulled into the garage, I took one last look down the street and saw the bus stop and the door swinging open to discharge the children. "Damn!" I breathed. "That was too close for comfort." As the garage door rolled down behind me, I grabbed my toys and rushed into the kitchen. Without stopping, I hurriedly made my way into my bedroom. I tossed my toys on the end of the bed and slipped off the thin robe, covering the dildo and vibe.

Naked, I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A moment later I heard Melissa's voice, "Hey, Mom! We're home!" 

"Yes, Melissa!" I answered, "I'm in the shower. I will be out in a few minutes."

"Ok, Mom." She replied, her voice sounding very close and I realized that she was in my bedroom. "What new stuff did you buy on your shopping trip today?"

My mind went into overdrive, searching for an answer to her innocent question. "Nothing today, Dear!" I replied, "I was just window shopping. I thought perhaps this week-end when Daddy is home, You, Sara, and I can go shopping again. How does that sound to you?"

There was a moment of hesitation, then, "Yeah, Mom! That sounds great." I felt a stab of fear run through me as I remembered the toys lying on my bed, covered only by a thin robe that the girls had never seen me wearing. I cursed my luck at getting caught like this but could only hope that she had not noticed anything unusual. I heard Sara's voice and knew that both girls had come into my room to see something new that I had brought home. With my mind in a turmoil, I realized that all that I had brought home was a guilty conscious and a sore pussy and ass-hole.

I felt better a few minutes later as I rinsed the cleansing suds away and stepped out of the shower. Glancing about I was relieved that the girls had left my bedroom and was more than likely in the kitchen for their after school treat. Grabbing a clean, fluffy towel, I dried my body off, searching for any tell-tale marks that Jake might have left on me. My nipples were swollen and sensitive from his rough handling, but there were no bruises on my breasts. As I pressed the towel to my crotch, I flinched as it brushed against my stretched and swollen pussy lips. I could only hope that Jake would not make too many demands on my cunt tomorrow. Tentatively, I inserted two fingers into my cunt and felt the soreness extent well past my pelvic bone, quite similar to the stretching pain of childbirth.

I brushed my fingers against my ass-hole, realizing that it too was stretched from Jake's large cock, but it was not sore as my cunt was. After my quick inspection of my body, I felt confident that no outward signs of my day's activities would be apparent to the girls. Walking past the bed, I noticed that the robe still covered my toys, But I could not be sure if the robe had been moved or not. I quickly gathered both of them up and hurried to my chest of drawers, where I placed them under a stack of panties and bras. Anxious to join Sara and Melissa in the kitchen, I slipped on panties and bra, and then selected a house dress as I would normally wear at home.

I greeted each daughter with a kiss on the cheek and inquired about their day at school. Their responses were as I expected and soon they were off to their room to do homework while I fixed dinner for the three of us. When Monty was away from home in the evening time, I enjoyed a close and contented feeling of being with the girls, but tonight I felt a strong sense of guilt as I moved about the kitchen, fixing our dinner. What would they think of their mother if they were aware of my activities today? God! I loved them so much. I knew that I must end this with Jake before much longer. There had already been enough close calls to scare me to death, knowing what could happen should they find out about my activities with Jake.

During dinner time, the girls were quieter than usual, just giving short answers to my questions about school. Sara and Melissa asked about my shopping trip and after giving few details of my day, I promised to take them shopping with me on Saturday, while their daddy was home. We finished dinner and after the dishes were put away, Sara retired to her bedroom to finish a school project and Melissa and I settled in for an evening of watching TV.



A Company Affair Ch. 15



Melissa and I watched the local news and a game show. As she flipped through the channels, looking for a movie, She turned to me and said, "Mommy, I wish Daddy was home."

"I know, dear. But this is part of his work. I'm sure that he would rather be home as well." I replied. "Perhaps after a few months he will not have to travel as he does now. You just have to accept it as part of his responsibility to provide us with the necessities of family life."

"I know, Mom." She said, "But it seems strange to not have him here with you."

"Well, I do miss him myself, Melissa, but it is expected of us to accept his duties to the company in return for the salary they pay him." I explained.

"Yeah, I guess you are right, Mom." She sighed, nestling her head closer to me. 

We sat silently for several minutes as Melissa clicked the remote to the TV. It seemed that she was restless and nothing seemed to interest her. About that time, Sara came in and joined us on the sofa. Having finished her homework, I asked her about her day at school. Sara was always the quiet one, but she surprised me by telling me all about her day. Melissa soon got bored with our conversation and stated that she was going to bed. I kissed her on the cheek and bid her "Goodnight" and watched her walk away. I was very proud of her. She was maturing so fast and really was no longer a little girl. I had noticed the same thing with Sara, when she was that age. 

Sara flipped through the channels a few minutes then gave up. "I may as well go to bed too." She exclaimed, "There is nothing interesting on TV tonight!"

Sensing her unusual mood, I asked, "Sara is something bothering you? Is there more you have to tell me about school? You know that I am here for you."

"Yes, Mom! I know you are here for me, but you seem different since Daddy took the new job and has to be away from home. I just miss him and I know you do too." she stated.

An uneasy feeling started to spread through me. I knew that neither of the girls were easily alarmed, but something was not right in her mind and she was worried about it. "What's wrong, Sara? I do miss having Daddy here with us. You know that!" I said.

"Yes, Mom, I know! But when Daddy is gone, you act different!" She replied.

"How do you mean, Sara?" I asked, hoping that she did not notice trembling inside me.

"You just seem to be pre-occupied with something." She blurted out. It looked as if she would start crying at any moment. "Is everything alright between you and Daddy?"

"Yes, of course! Dear, everything is fine. You have to remember that I miss him too!" I tried to be convincing.

Sara moved to me and put her arms around me, saying, "I love you Mom!" 

"And, I love you too, Sara." I replied.

Hoping that a crisis had been averted, I continued. "Is there anything else?"

"Just that I can't go shopping with you Saturday as you said, Mom." She replied.

"Oh, Why not Sara?" I asked.

"I have been talking to this boy at school lately and he has asked me to go out with him. I do think he is nice." Her cheeks were kind of rosy. 

"Oh, Sara!" I exclaimed, "How nice!"

"Then you don't mind?" She asked.

"Of course not, Sara. We can always go shopping another day." I replied. "You go right ahead with your plans."

"Thanks, Mom. I didn't want to disappoint you." She smiled at me.

"Not at all, my dear! I remember when I was your age as well." I said.

"Ok, Mom, just so you are not too disappointed." She grinned at me and rose to her feet. She bent over and kissed me on the cheek. "Good Night, Mom."

"Sleep well, Sara." I replied, and watched as she walked away. At the doorway, she turned and looked at me as if she had just thought of something.

"Mom, Was that a new robe that was lying on your bed when we got home today? I don't think I have ever seen you wearing it before." She stated.

That was a question that I hoped would not be asked, but felt that I must answer it to see if she had noticed anything else. "No, Dear. Not a new one, but one that I wear on special occasions for your Father. I am sure when you are married that you will understand the need for having special clothing to show your husband."

"Yeah, Mom. I already know how clothing affects the males." She grinned.

As she turned away and left the room, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the true account of the purpose of the robe was still my secret. I watched TV for a while longer, but my mind was not on the TV. As I stared at the screen, my mind was replaying the day with Jake. As always, Jake had continued to make me feel his power and dominance over me. Today had been different, in the sense that he went out of his normal habit of cumming when he wanted to. Not that it was a big issue with me, for he had provided me with plenty of orgasms, but I did miss the powerful squirts and thrusts of his prick in my pussy. Making me take the bottle into my pussy was a deviation from the norm, but so were the frequent changes in sexual positions that he required me to assume.

There were a lot of differences that Jake demanded from me that other lovers never seemed to require. I had several lovers who wanted me to deep-throat their cocks, and some of them I did deep-throat, but Jake just rammed it down my throat without concern for me. I was a bit concerned when he cut off my breathing long enough to cause me to pass out, but the orgasm during that time was very intense. Fortunately, I had survived all of his unusual requests with nothing more than a sore pussy. Deep-throating his cock to the point of passing out and him forcing the bottle into my cunt proved a point that I was able to accept even larger objects into my mouth and cunt than I had previously thought.

I wondered what other changes he might want me to accept. I just couldn't get my mind to focus on the TV, so I turned it off and sat silently in the darkened room. The memories of all the things I had done with Jake over the last few weeks, flooded through my mind. The images were sharp and clear as I thought back to the first time that I yielded to his desires. A sense of guilt was always there when I thought of Monty and the girls. I had been so close to being caught by the girls today, barely beating them home, not to mention the car with the two men that had followed me, seeing me naked and fully exposed to their gaze.

I shuddered as I realized the dangerous ground I was treading on. Now that I had time to think about it, I realized that it was possible that the two men had written down my license plate number and it would be relatively easy to obtain my name and address. They probably lived in the neighborhood. Did they know Jake? Who's house was it that we had spent the day in? With all of these unanswered questions running through my mind seemed to strengthen my need to regain my life and rid myself of Jake and his control over me.

But, How? Do I just tell him to stay away and leave me alone? That I will not make any trouble for him? Or, do I confess it all to Monty and beg his forgiveness? But reason told me that either way had it's risks. What if Monty would not forgive and forget my transgressions and kicked my ass out, never letting me see the girls again? In my mind it seemed more logical to appeal to Jake to leave me alone. It was actually his word against mine and the accusation of sexual harassment against him would go a long way toward keeping it just between him and I. After all, he was my husband's boss and was able to influence Monty's job performance. The more I thought about it, it seemed to be the best solution to my problem. As far as I knew, Jake and I were the only one's who knew anything about our affair and if he would agree to just let it drop, then it would go no farther. 

With these thoughts in my mind, I made my way to my bedroom. Jake had told me that he would call me tomorrow and I was determined to tell him of my decision to break off our sexual affair. I went into my bathroom and undressed. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I scanned my body for any marks or bruises. My pussy lips looked red and swollen and when I touched them they felt sore. Considering what had happened to them, I felt that I was fortunate to have nothing more than a bit of soreness. I slipped my nightgown over my head and turned out the light. I made my way to the bed and slid between the cool sheets. At least having sex away from home had prevented the staining of the sheets with Jake's cum, but it had it's own set of problems, too. Such as the travel time. Again, I shuddered at the thought of getting caught. This had to stop.

For a long time I lay there in the darkness, my mind replaying the words that I hoped would end this stressful situation. Should I beg and plead with him? Well, logic told me that begging and pleading had not worked with Jake before and had little chance of success. On the other hand, being defiant and threatening seemed to be the best choice. After all it was my word against his. He had no proof that we were having an affair. I could deny it ever happened. If he wouldn't listen to me, then I would just call the police. It occurred to me that I should have reported him at the start, but it was my fault that I gave in to his advances at the company event. Somehow I figured that it would be a one night stand and be over and forgotten, but it had not turned out that way.

I really did not want to hurt Jake in any way. I just wanted to get out of his control. I could not deny the excitement that he stirred up in me. Was it a hidden desire of mine to be treated as a slut and whore? What would happen if Jake did agree to stop fucking me? Would he in turn take it out on Monty, cause him to lose his job? Monty had been with the company for a lot of years and like all working people was making plans for retirement. To lose the income as well as the fringe benefits, could and would be a disaster to us as a family. Surely, Jake would not go that far. But what if he did? Could Monty start all over with another company? Somehow, I began to dread my decision. Perhaps Jake and I could work out an alternate plan.

Sleep was a long time in coming and as I tossed and turned in my bed, struggling to decide which way to go, and my thoughts kept returning to Jake. Handsome and aggressive in sex was a definite plus. Not that Monty was a bad lover, but there was a big difference between them. Monty could usually satisfy me sexually, but the lure and wonder of different cocks seemed to stir my sexual desires to a point of desperation. Jake had come into my life at one of those times and I was helpless to resist his advances. Not only did Jake have control over me, he had control over himself. I was amazed at his ability to withhold his orgasm much longer than other men in my life, as well as his ability to recover his erection quickly.

I couldn't deny that I wouldn't miss the thrill and excitement of seeing and feeling that large, rigid cock working it's way in and out of my ass, mouth or pussy. Sleep finally come over me, but my sleep was filled with dreams of Jakes large, rigid prick floating around my bed just out of reach, and his face hovering over me with that same leering, all knowing smile on his lips.

The harsh BRINGGGG of the alarm clock caused me to shut my eyes tighter and groan loudly. I wanted to push the snooze button and go back to sleep, but I knew I had better get up. I rolled onto my back and stretched my legs, feeling the tightness of the muscles. Memories of Jake and our activities of yesterday made me realize the strenuous actions were the cause. My night gown was bunched up around my waist and I recalled the fitful dreams I was having. On impulse, I spread my thighs and felt of my pussy. The outer lips were still puffy, but the longer, inner lips were very wet and slick with my moisture. 

Jake had not fucked my pussy, at all. He had cum in my mouth and ass, but the bottle, dildo, and vibe were the only items used on my cunt. I probed deeper between my lips and felt the slight soreness just inside my pussy where the shoulders of the bottle had stretched the opening to my cuntal sheath. The wetness was obviously from the dreams I was having as I slept. The term, wet dream, comes to mind and although rare for me, I had experienced them before, especially if I was highly excited.

Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, I arose and made my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I stripped off my gown and turned on the shower. In minutes I was feeling better and as I toweled myself off, I wondered how I should dress for today. Jake had only said that he would call me, but all the other times he had insisted that I meet him at the door, naked. Knowing that I was going to face him with my decision to stop seeing him, caused me to opt for only a robe this morning. After brushing my teeth, I wrapped my wet hair in a towel, applied a small amount of make-up, and slipped on my robe. A quick look in the mirror and I was ready.

I made coffee, and set the bowls on the table for the girl's fruit and cereal and glasses for milk or juice. A cup for my coffee was also sat at the table as I wanted to share what time I could with my daughters. I then went to the front door and opened it, looking for the morning paper, As usual, the paper boy had missed the front step, and the paper was lying in the grass. I hurriedly made the few steps to it and bent over to pick it up. The cool morning air caressed my swinging tits and immediately, I felt the nipples pucker and harden. The coolness of the air also swirled around my thighs; ass and pussy, making me recall the dash from my car to Jake, completely naked to anyone who might be looking. Was I becoming an exhibitionist also? Damn, that Jake! Why was he able to make me do things like that? Were these hidden desires of my own?

Sara was the first to arrive in the kitchen. She said good morning and kissed my cheek. Sara was such a lovely girl, blooming into a mature woman so quickly. I watched her moving about the kitchen, admiring how she looked. I felt a bit of envy for the young man she was dating. I hoped that she would have the happiness of growing up and experiencing the excitement of love and all the things that teens were supposed to do. I could recall the good times I had at that age. We had casual conversation as she ate her cereal. Melissa soon joined us and then it was time to go to school. I kissed each of them on the cheek and hugged them as they went out the door.

Breathing a sigh, I watched them walking away. They were so innocent and trusting. I retrieved my coffee cup and newspaper from the kitchen table and sat on the sofa in the living room. Try as I might, I couldn't get interested in the paper and my thoughts kept returning to Jake and our activities of yesterday. As those thoughts flowed through my mind, I was both embarrassed and excited. I couldn't deny the pleasure I had with Jake, but it embarrassed me to know that I did it so willingly. 

Well, there had been no harm done. I recalled the episode with the men in the car seeing me dashing for the car and them following me for a time. I was aware that they had seen me naked and was curious but, I hoped that it would end there. They were strangers to me and they had gotten a bit of excitement out of my nakedness, so what was the harm? My main concern was Jake and my determination to challenge his control over me. I knew that if our affair continued, it was sure to be found out. I ran the possibilities through my mind and besides the girls and Monty; there were the neighbors to consider. After all the parading of me around the house naked and even making me do sexual things in front of open windows was a sure opportunities for someone to witness our affair. 

If Monty found out about Jake and I, how would he react? I really had no answer to that. I hoped that he would forgive me but the possibility of divorce was very strong. The girls were also an unknown factor. I could only hope that they would be more understanding about the situation than their father might be. Would they keep it a secret from him to keep our family together? I was sure that they would be more understanding, especially after they were older and knew what marriage and sexual activity was all about. 

Knowing that concentrating on the paper was a lost cause; I got up and returned to the kitchen. I put the breakfast dishes away and went to my bedroom. I went to my top drawer and picked out my bra and panties for the day, determined that there would be no sexual activity with Jake today, even if he showed up. Out of habit, I searched the far corner and found my dildo and vibe. With them was the handkerchief of Jakes, still crisp and stiff from our dried juices. Just remembering that evening at the Company event was enough to send a tingle through my stomach and cause my nipples to crinkle and harden.

I know it is hard to understand why I still react to it as I do. The sheer lust was so overwhelming and spontaneous. I had to get my mind off that, so I went into the bath room, fixed my hair, and applied my make-up for the day. I slipped off my robe and stood naked before the mirror. My eyes scanned every part of my body, looking for any tell-tale signs of sexual activity That Monty or the girls would notice. Seeing none made me more confident in the meeting with Jake. I let my fingers slip into my pussy, feeling the soreness that the bottle had left. After a night of rest, most of it had disappeared. Outside of that, I felt very good.

For some unknown reason, I put off getting dressed. Was I still anticipating Jake's arrival? I busied myself with doing some laundry and ran the vacuum cleaner in the family room and living room. Time slipped away as I moved about my house. I heard the phone ring and rushed to get it. It was on the third ring when I said "Hello"

"Hello, my married slut!" I heard Jake's deep voice ring in my ear. "Did you think that I had forgotten you?"

"No, Jake. You said you would call and I have been waiting for you" I answered.

"I had some important things to take care of this morning." He said, "But I have finished, now. How are you dressed?"

I started to lie about my nakedness, and then remembered that I wanted him to be in a good mood when I confronted him with my decision to stop the affair. "I am as you have asked me to be, Jake." I replied. "Completely naked!"

"That's a good way for my slut to be." He chuckled, "How is your pussy after the stretching yesterday?"

"Jake! Please don't talk like that. I have important things to talk to you about." I said.

"Answer me! Slut! Are you forgetting your manners? I'm the only one that has important things to say." He growled.

"I'm sorry, Jake!" My confidence leaving me as I stammered my reply. "It is a little sore still."

"Can you fuck with it? Or do I have to use your mouth and ass, again?" He demanded.

"Yes, Jake. I can fuck with it but I need to talk to you, too." I replied meekly.

"Ok, my little married slut. Save it till I get there. Oh, one other thing. Do you have a video player?" He asked.

"Yes, there is one in the family room." I answered.

"Good! I am still across town from you, but will be there in a short time. I just picked up a video that you might be interested in viewing. Just make sure that your player is working well. I'd hate to have you miss seeing this." He laughed.

"Alright, Jake." I replied, "It works fine."

"Good!" and the buzz of the phone filled my ear as he hung up.

Turning away from the phone, I hurriedly put away the vacuum cleaner and went to the family room. I turned on the TV and the VCR. Both were working fine so, I sat down on the sofa and watched part of the Montel Williams show. Was it fate or coincidence that the topic was "Cheating Wives" stories. There were many similarities of my own that was shared by other wives. Some wanted to admit it to their husbands, and others who had gotten caught in the act. Most ended happily, with counseling being suggested as a means to ending the problems. It did not do well to improve my intended subject of discussion with Jake.




A Company Affair Ch. 15



It was close to an hour before Jake arrived, and I ran to the door to admit him. I stood quietly before him as he surveyed my nakedness. Although Jake was dressed, I could still see him standing there, as he was yesterday, nothing hiding his enormous cock and balls. I felt my cunt muscles tighten and my nipples harden as he reached for me, kissing me, and running his large strong hands over my breasts and ass. For some reason, the words that I had rehearsed about ending the affair was forgotten until I realized the front door was still wide open.

Embarrassed at my reaction to him, I shut the door after I quickly glanced out to see if we had been observed by anyone and closed the door. Jake just smiled in his usual know-it-all manner, and continued to roll my sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, stretching my tits as far as possible. I placed my hands on his hips intending to push him away, but I lost my nerve and submitted to his touch and kisses. I could feel the bulge starting to rise in his pants as he pulled my hips tighter to him, his tongue working into my mouth dancing with my own tongue.

All at once, he released me and stepped back, pulling at his shirt. I hesitated only a moment, before reaching for his fly. The belt and zipper were quickly opened and as gravity did its work on his pants the huge erection continued to rise with each beat of his heart. I knelt before him helping to remove his shoes and pants. By the time he was undressed, I silently watched his huge cock throb and pump the blood into the swollen length, the veins bulging as the prick reached an impressive 45 degree angle. I reached out and grasped his balls in both hands, rolling them about in their huge wrinkly sac. I felt his hands on my head, urging me closer and my mouth opened and captured the swollen purple head and swirled my tongue around it. The thin, clear juice of his pre-cum coated my tongue as I drew him deeper into my mouth.

Jake let me suck and play with his rigid cock for a few minutes, but soon he was ready to cum, so he pushed me away and lifted me to my feet. We embraced tightly and his cock pressed into my stomach. His hands clutched my ass-cheeks, lifting me off my feet. I spread my legs and circled them around his hips, gripping him and lifting my ass higher until I felt his cock slip past my pubic bone. As I relaxed and lowered my ass, I felt the blunt tip spread my pussy lips. As Jake lowered me further, the soreness of my pussy was forgotten as his cock sank deeper and deeper inside me. Soon I was impaled on the huge prick; much like a coat hangs on a wall peg. Jakes hands continued to bounce me up and down as he walked about the house. 

With our deep kisses and tongue sucking I felt the desire building in the pit of my stomach. The intense sensation seemed to go on forever as my cunt clutched and quivered around his massive hard-on. He rapidly fucked my clinching cunt until I was hanging from his cock and arms much as a girl holds her rag doll. Breathing heavily, I hung from his neck and hips, content with his hard penis supporting a lot of my weight. The base of his cock was pressed tightly against my clit. Jake carried me into the family room where we sat down on the sofa, my legs still wrapped around his waist. 

God! It felt wonderful and took so little effort to keep the sensations flowing from my cunt to his cock. With each climax, my cunt would clinch and quiver around his prick, drawing sighs and moans from me as he kissed and sucked on my tits. His words of slut, bitch, whore, cocksucker, and ass licker was like words of encouragement to me.

After I had exhausted myself on his cock. I relaxed, just savoring the tingling, full feeling that was in my cunt. As I lay my head on his shoulder, He asked what I wanted to say to him. My determination of this morning has somehow slipped away. Regrouping my thoughts as quickly as I could, I told him that I wanted to end our affair.

"What for?" He asked, angrily.

I gave him my reasons, being afraid of getting caught, and all the trouble that it would cause. I was trying to prevail on his good side. I did not want to use threatening tactics unless I had to. Now that the subject had been broached, I was determined to go ahead with it. Although, I was not prepared for his wrath.

"You stupid, fucking bitch!" He roared. "You have the nerve to tell me that you want to end this affair while you are sitting on my cock? You never had it so good. I know you are a slut, but I like sluts, especially married sluts and I'm not about to let you get away with just taking from me when it suits your fancy." 

"But, Jake. Be reasonable. You know that there are laws concerning sexual harassment. You do not want to go there, do you?" I asked, trying to dislodge his cock from my pussy. 

"Do you?" He growled, holding me fast to his crotch. "You will have to prove that you were forced into it against your will, and you cannot prove that. I will say it was your idea."

"You can't prove anything either!" I replied bravely, still trying to get off his cock. "My word is as good as yours is, and courts tend to believe the women more."

"Yes, that is true, but still your family will wonder about it. You will have a hard time explaining it to them." He said.

"I know, Jake! That is why I'm trying to talk sense about it. I made the mistake of letting you fuck me that night, but we can still be friends and nobody will be hurt." I tried to be friendly.

All at once, he pushed me backwards. I landed on the floor with a thump, my legs swinging about wildly as his cock was jerked out of my cunt. He got up and stood over me angrily. I was afraid that he was going to hit me, but he just stood there, his hard cock bobbing up and down with his movements. Fear made me keep still and after several seconds Jake turned and walked to his clothing in the other room. I watch him bend down and pick up his pants. I thought I had won the debate, but he returned to stand over me as I cowered on the floor before him. In his hand he had a video tape and a small envelope. 

A new fear gripped me as I watched him drop the envelope before me and then he inserted the video into the VCR. He picked up the remote and returned to me. 

"You fucking cocksucker! How dare you challenge me! You are a married slut whore and deserve to be treated as such." Somehow his words chilled me, making me want to re-think my strategy.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me roughly to my knees. Although his cock had softened a bit, it was still hard enough to separate my lips and glide easily to the back of my throat. I was sure that he was going to thrust it so deep into my mouth that I would not be able to breathe. His strokes got longer and I felt his cock slide into my throat, completely blocking my airway. I struggled to get away from the choking effect and Jake let me go, his cock glistening with pre-cum, and my spit. He knelt beside me as I cowered on the floor, breathing rapidly. He grabbed me and spun me around until I was facing the TV on my hands and knees. Slapping at my thighs, he made me spread my legs and then I felt him move between them.

With both hands around my hips, he lifted my ass up and sank the entire length of his cock into my ass-hole with one mighty thrust. I screamed in pain as the enormous prick surged into my anus. He sat back on his heels and adjusted my ass to his cock. He reached forward with one hand and caught my hair, pulling me backward. When he was satisfied with our position, I heard the TV click on and the VRC start its whirring sound. 

"Now, watch this movie, Bitch. Then tell me that you want to stop the affair." He gloated, pressing his cock deeper into my ass-hole.

I could do nothing but watch because he was holding my head and then I saw the screen come to life and a naked woman was running from a van, her tits swinging, and a thin robe doing little to hide her nakedness. All at once, she stopped, returned to the van, removed the robe, and tossed it inside. As she moved forward this time she was completely naked and appeared to have a dildo and a vibe in each hand. She disappeared as the screen faded to black. I moaned loudly and started crying as I recognized the woman. It was me.



A Company Affair Ch. 16



"No!! No!!" I screamed loudly. The full impact hitting me as I watched the screen fill with a grainy image of me standing naked, meekly in front of Jake. The sound was almost non-existent. There was no need for sound when the camera panned in closer, revealing the look of arousal on my face. The stance of my body, my tits being pressed tightly to his chest, his hands squeezing and spreading my ass cheeks as we kissed passionately. The screen changed to me, kneeling, helping Jake extract his feet from his pants. The images slid by, making the screen flicker as I watched in horror as I handled his huge prick in my hands before opening my mouth and taking it deeply into my mouth. 

The camera panned in and out, catching all of the sexual actions. Still crying, I tried to hide my face from the flickering screen, but each time I tried to look away, Jake jerked my head around forcing me to watch each disgusting act.

"Please, Jake! Don't do this to me." I pleaded, as one hand held me by the hair of my head and the other holding my hips in position as his cock made slow and steady strokes into my ass-hole. 

"Now, does my married slut still want to be set free so she can fuck and suck as she pleases?" he roared, pulling my ass even deeper onto his cock

"Please, Jake! It's only a matter of time before we are found out. I was only thinking of you as well. Having an affair with one of your employee's wives is not the best thing for your own career." I said, pleadingly.

"Don't you worry about my career, slut! You better be worried about your own ass. What do you think will happen to you if I show this video to some of my friends?" He replied.

"Oh, Jake! You wouldn't do that! I would lose everything, my home, my family, everything." I cried, tears still running down my cheeks as he forced me to watch the incriminating scenes on the TV. There was no chance of ever convincing anyone who might view the video that I was innocent and being forced to participate in this escapade.

"Then you better re-think your position on getting out of our affair, bitch." He laughed, grinding his cock viciously into my ass-hole. "Besides, the camera operator has to be paid."

"Wha... What do you mean?" I stammered, a sinking feeling spreading through my body as the impact of his word hit me.

"Well, it's obvious that if you want to dance, you have to pay the fiddler." He said, cruelly. "Surely, you understand the value of video cameras and the men who operate them."

"But, there was nobody there except you and me." I moaned, frightened even more as I grasped the meaning of his words. "How could that be?"

"I guess you are not familiar with surveillance systems, are you? You know like the one's they have in the Gambling Casino's I figured you would try to pull something like this, so I got myself a little more protection. You have to admit that Greg knows his job." He gloated.

"Who is Greg?" I asked, dreading to hear his answer.

"Why, Greg is responsible for the making of this fine video. It is his system that captured your slutty ass on video. It was his house that you came to so willingly and he has it set up perfectly to catch everything going on no matter where you are in the house." He said, sarcastically. 

"Jake, you can't do this to me. Haven't I done everything you wanted?" I asked.

"Not yet, slut! But we will work on it. You have a debt to pay off, now. There are certain expenses incurred in the making of this video and Greg will want to be compensated for them." He grunted, driving his prick repeatedly into my ass-hole.

"What expenses?" I asked.

"Well, the cost of time and materials, plus the expertise of editing, copying, and printing a few hard copies, which you will find in that envelope. This is your copy. Greg has retained the original and has made me a copy as well." He sneered.

"So, it's a matter of money?" I asked hopefully. "How much?"

"Greg wants Ten Thousand Dollars for his part and if you really want out, I will release you for another Ten Thousand." He said.

"Oh, God! Jake! I don't have money like that!" I cried, shocked at the amount.

"Well, you should have thought of that before, slut. But we are reasonable guys. You can work it off. Greg has need of an attractive slut whore in one of his establishments and has agreed to work you in on a part time basis according to the hours you are available." He paused, then added, "Of course, you could stop this charade of being an innocent wife and mother and show Monty and the girls what a fucking slut you really are." 

Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to his harsh words, knowing that my own sexual nature had gotten me into this mess. I had gotten away with being overly promiscuous all my life and it had finally caught up with me. "You know I can't do that!"

The video had been playing all this time. Greg had edited a lot of it out but, leaving in all of the more revealing shots. For a married woman to have a video like this floating around was unthinkable but, here was one and I was the main attraction. Utterly defeated, I watched the last scenes flicker on the screen. The camera had caught the insertion of the bottle into my cunt and following my movements around the room with just the neck of the bottle showing between my spread thighs. And, of course, the final fucking of my ass-hole. It panned in closely, catching the obviously orgasmic expressions on my face.

As the screen went black, Jake turn off the TV, saying, "I didn't think you would want to, slut. You know you need and love this rough treatment."

I cried silently as Jake repositioned my ass, pushing my head to the floor. 

"Get ready, bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass and cunt. Then when you are through cleaning my cock, I will leave you with your copies of our times together. It might be fun to see Monty's reaction to it, as well as the girls." He laughed, loudly.

For several long minutes, Jake fucked his prick in and out of my cunt and ass. Plunging as deep as he could before withdrawing completely, and selecting another hole. With my ass so high in the air, he had no problem going from one to the other. As his strokes speeded up, I sensed his approaching orgasm. Gripping my hips firmly, he began battering my cunt with long, deep strokes, pounding me forward and I was forced to brace myself to keep in place. Even though I tried to resist it, I could feel the onset of my own climax building. The tingle in my stomach spreading to my thighs and clit. 

With a final lunge into my pussy, I felt Jake's cock explode inside me, shooting his cum into the opening of my uterus. As if awaiting the pulsing and throbbing of his cock, my pussy responded with its own clinching and squeezing, as if to suck and squeeze every drop of sperm from the huge cock imbedded in it. Squirt after heavy squirt was pumped into my sucking pussy as Jake leaned forward and his upper body pressed against mine. His hands grasped my tits, cupping them as his thumbs and forefingers pinched and rolled my sensitive, erect nipples between them.

Slowly, the throbbing and squirting stopped, as he kissed my neck, ears, and shoulders. I turned my head up to accept his probing tongue as our hot, labored breath mingled. As our climaxes ebbed, I collapsed on the floor with Jake still buried in my well fucked cunt, his body weight spread against my back and hips. Satisfied, but weakly, Jake extended his arm and raised his upper body off me. As he withdrew his cock from my soaking pussy, I heard a long blubbering sound coming from my cunt. Embarrassed, I tried to tighten my pussy muscles to stop the sound, but only succeeded in making it last longer. The act of Jake's long rapid thrusts had pumped air into my pussy and it had escaped with a loud bubbling "pussy fart" Unable to refrain from laughing at the embarrassing sound, it did break the tension.

Slowly, the reality and the seriousness of the situation returned to face me. Jake had risen to his knees, still between my spread legs. He reached forward and grabbed me by the hair of my head and spun me around, forcing my face into his crotch. He sat back on his heels and said, "Ok, bitch! Start cleaning my dick!"

Knowing that I could not refuse, I moved forward, looking at the half-hard, swollen cock. There were streaks of cum and pussy juice seeping down the long shaft and pooling at the flared head, threatening to drop on the floor. I turned my head sideways and caught the dripping mass with my tongue, lifting the head and sucked it into my mouth. The smell and taste of cum filled my mouth and nostrils as I continued my task, licking and sucking up and down the huge shaft. At times the softening shaft rested along my nose or in my eye sockets as I sucked each one of his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue. Each one made a small "plopping" sound as I gently let them slip free of my clinging lips.

About 15 minutes had gone by when Jake pulled his now soft cock from my lips, saying. 

"That's enough, cum-slut! I have given you enough pleasure for one day. Besides, you need to clean up this place. It smells like a fucking whore house. Do you want your daughters to know what goes on at this house?"

"Jake, Please!" I begged, "Don't taunt me so. It has grown into something I cannot handle. I don't know how or why you choose to treat me like this. I have complied with all of your wishes." I was again, crying and sobbing wildly.

"And you better continue to comply with my wishes or your happy little family will get a video in the mail and possibly some pictures from the same video will be sent to your daughters school. I'm sure the slut was enjoying her fuck to much to notice that my face had been blurred over, so you are the only one that can be recognized." He gloated.

Turning away from me, Jake walked to his clothes and started dressing. I was just a pathetic piece of used female flesh to him. He did not see the married woman that was not able to control her desires nor the loving mother whom loved and cared for her daughters. It was all a mistake. I had not deliberately set out to harm anyone, just an uncontrolled sexual impulse that happened on the balcony of a Hotel at a company event, but it had turned into a scene from hell.

Jake had finished dressing and he came over to stand above me, his eyes taking in my nakedness and my shaking tits as I sobbed and the tears rolled down my cheeks and dripped on my breasts.

"Once again, whore. You better listen and listen well. You will be contacted by Greg in the near future and you would do well to do as he says. I have explained your circumstances with your family and he agrees that you will need a little time to prepare for time away from them. We do not want to cause you undue stress, but be assured that if you fail to meet your commitments to him or me, you will be dealt with accordingly."

"Jake, I am begging you. Don't do this to me! I said I was sorry. Why can't we destroy the video and go back to just you and I. I will continue to be your slut for as long as you want me." Tears streaked my face.

"Not a chance, whore! I figured you would try to break away and I knew that I didn't have much to hold you so I set it up with Greg and made the video. You came to the house on your own free will. I doubt that you will ever admit it, but you were looking to be fucked in a safer place and that was your main concern to take it away from your home. You still want to fuck just as much as you ever did, but you were afraid of getting caught. Perhaps with Greg and I, we can get you out of your home and into a place less restrictive, some place where you can still fuck and suck with less chance of being caught by Monty or the girls." He chuckled.

As he turned to walk away, I grabbed at his leg, hanging on desperately, begging him not to leave me like this.

"What do you mean slut? Leave you like this? I have always left you like this, fresh fucked!" He bent down to push my arms away, but I continued to hang on. 

Crying and sobbing, I held on to his leg as he dragged me toward the kitchen with his foot. All at once, his right hand slashed out, striking me across my cheek and sending bright flashing stars behind my eyes. The blow stung my cheek and broke my grip on his leg. Dazed and so fearful, I could only watch as he walked to the door. He turned to look at me, sprawled lewdly on the kitchen floor. "Remember to answer the phone, bitch! I will probably be your future calling and you won't want to miss that!" And he opened the door and walked out.

I lay there for a long time, my body racked with sobs, trying to figure out where I had gone so wrong. Slowly, reality returned and I took control of my sobbing. Yes, the impact of what had happened to me was going to make a major change in my life, even though I had no idea of how or when. It was clear that I would have no control over the matter and it was best to handle the here and now.

Realizing that Monty would be home tonight made me want to rush into the bathroom and purge my cunt of Jake's cum, but I knew that Monty's arrival would be later than the girls time to arrive home from school. Mentally I ticked off the things I needed to do before any of them arrived home. I still had to think of what to have for dinner tonight and I'm sure that Monty will be hungry after the long drive. I turned my attention to the family room and noticed that there were two or three large stains on the carpet where Jake had fucked me so violently. 

I got to my feet and staggered into the kitchen. My pussy was still leaking sperm so I grabbed a wash clothe and wiped away the long sticky strings that coated my thighs. I dabbed at my pussy lips but I knew that I would have to shower and douche with the hand sprayer before it would stop dripping. I shoved a corner of the clothe into my pussy and by holding my thighs together I was able to move around easily. I went to the broom closet and a brush and some carpet cleaner and went to work on the cum stains. 

I was on my hands and knees scrubbing like mad and I noticed that my tits were swing back and forth with my motions. It embarrassed me that my nipples were hard, just as they were while Jake was fucking me. The memory was so fresh in my mind that I couldn't deny the small tingle of excitement that flowed through my stomach and into my clit. Oh God! Why did a woman have to be so susceptible to the desires of the flesh? It seemed that their whole body was a jumble of nerves that ended in the tiny nub of her clitoris. Finally, I was done with the carpet, satisfied that nothing remained except the wet spots. Hopefully the girls would not notice them. I returned the cleaning supplies to the closet and turned my mind to dinner. 

It was too late to make a meal, so I opted to call in for Domino's pizza. That was always a favorite of Melissa's and I would prepare a nice crisp salad to go with it for myself and Sara. She was noticing her weight, but she was not gaining. There was no denying that she was going to be a real heart-breaker for some boy. I recalled that she had said that she couldn't go shopping with me because she wanted to be with this boy. Oh well. It was a sign of the times, girls growing up and wanting their independence. I went into the living room and retrieved my robe near the front door. As I took it and headed to my bedroom, my mind flashed back to my resolve to end the affair with Jake. It certainly did not turn out the way I had planned.

I hung the robe up and adjusted the shower, stepping into the stream of hot water, I washed the sweat and smell from my body. It felt good and refreshing as the water beat against my nakedness. I used the shower head to wash out my sperm-filled pussy, pressing it tight as I spread the long thin lips open so the water could get into all of it. The water was soothing to my cunt muscles where the bottle had stretched them. Would Monty be able to notice? I didn't think so, but felt compelled to feel for myself. 

I bent forward and gently slipped my middle finger up into my pussy. As I tightened my cunt muscles, I could feel the opening of my cuntal pouch move but there was no pressure against my finger. After a second and third finger was added I breathed easier. My pussy was able to grasp my fingers, squeezing them slightly. I did not feel any soreness from the last two days, so I was confident that everything was normal. I stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around my wet hair, then the fluffy towel to dry myself off. As I ran the towel over my body, I searched for any bruises or hickeys that Jake might have left on me. As I got to my face, I was horrified to see my eyes all red and swollen from crying.

But, even worse was the bright red imprint of Jake's hand on my cheek. I started crying again, wanting to die. How could I ever to hide that from Monty and the girls? The fear of being found out was upper-most in my mind and I quickly set to work with my make-up and eye shadow. After about fifteen minutes I was satisfied with my work and started on my hair. I glanced at the clock, seeing that I had very little time before the girls came home. Rushing about, I grabbed bra and panties from my drawer and slipped them on. After the last two days of being naked, the bra felt tight and restrictive. 

I chose one of my newer house dresses and slipped it on. Now I was ready to meet my family. I walked into the kitchen and started dinner preparations. Wanting to check on carpet spots, I glanced at them, satisfied that they were drying nicely. As my eyes swept about the room, I noticed a bulky white envelope lying at the base of the TV cabinet. Panic filled me as I realized that the video was still in the VCR. I had been so upset with the happenings of the afternoon that I had completely forgotten about the video. Quickly, I extracted it, handling it as if it was too hot to handle. Frantically, I looked around for a place to hide it. Thinking that I'd destroy it tomorrow, I slipped it behind a stack of old videos. 

As I bent over to retrieve the envelope, I recalled that Jake had mentioned some pictures as well as the video. With shaking hands, I opened the envelope. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes focused on the pictures. There were twelve colored prints and all showing me in several sexual positions, including the bottle. There were some that showed my facial expressions so clearly that I could never convince anyone that I was being forced to perform these sexual acts. I heard the door open and Melissa's voice, "Hey, Mom we're home" sounded louder than usual, startling me so that I dropped the pictures.

Hastily, I knelt down and scooped up the pictures. Shoving them into my apron pocket. I looked around and saw both girls looking at me.

"Hey, Mom. What happened?" Melissa asked. 

"Nothing, Dear! Mommy just spilled something on the carpet and had to clean it up. I think it will be ok as soon as it dries." I explained.

Kneeling quickly beside me, Melissa ran her hand over the wet spot. "Your right Mom! It is almost dry. What was it?"

"I... err... I was having lunch while watching TV and dropped my salad bowl. The salad oil was what was so hard to get out." I lied. It was easier to lie than to tell her the truth. How would she accept the truth if I told her it was Jake's cum running out of my pussy that had left the stain, and the very spot that she was touching was where I was laying as I sucked and licked the strings and globs of cum off his softening prick. Of course, I could not tell her that, so I lied. The make-up job covered the red marks on my cheek and by keeping the lights low in the family room and bedroom Monty was unaware of it, too. 

Monty exercised his sexual rights that night. I was open to his desires, but had to fake my orgasm because of the stress of the day. Each day, I dreaded to wake up because of the certainty of receiving a call from Jake or Greg. But as each day passed no word from either of them. As the weekend passed, our activities centered on the girls. Shopping for some new summer clothes for both Sara and Melissa. I played word games with Melissa Saturday evening while Sara went on her date. Later that night, Monty fucked me to orgasm. I went to sleep right after.




A Company Affair Ch. 16







A Company Affair Ch. 17



Sometime in the early morning hours, I was awakened to the shower running in the girl's bathroom. It was unusual for them to shower at that time of night, but while I was debating on getting up and finding out who was taking a shower, I dropped off to sleep again. The next sounds I heard was Monty making coffee. Gee, had I slept through the night and Sunday morning was there to greet me? I got up, putting my robe on and went to the kitchen and greeted Monty. We made small talk and had our coffee as each of us scanned our favorite parts of the paper. Gradually, the house came awake as the girls came in and I set the table for Breakfast. 

Into the later morning hours, Melissa and Sara were dressed and wanting to meet their friends at the Mall. It was a lazy day at home, Monty doing a few chores around in the yard, while I puttered around in the house. I checked the spots where I had cleaned in the family room, and was satisfied with the results. I sat down on the sofa and looked out into the back yard, seeing Monty mowing the lawn. 

A twinge of guilt and shame coursed through me as I recalled the terrible day with Jake in this same room. Good plans that had been set in my mind were ruined by the video and pictures Jake had brought to insure his continued control over me. Not only his control, but it appeared that he was bringing in another person. I had no idea as to who he was or what part he would play in my immediate future. Tears filled my eyes as I recalled the terrible shock of seeing myself so blatantly displayed on the screen. I still had not had time to dispose of the video or the pictures, but resolved to do it first thing Monday morning, after Monty and the girls were gone. 

I heard Monty in the garage putting the mower away. I wiped my eyes and went into the kitchen, splashing cool water on my face to hide the tears. When Monty entered the family room I got him a cold beer and we sat quietly side by side as he sipped the amber liquid. We made small talk, just happy to be together as the week-end was coming to a close. When he finished the beer, he turned and kissed me. We cuddled closely for awhile and we both realized that we were alone in the house and I made no effort to stop his hands from roaming over my body. I welcomed his touch, feeling him pulling and twisting my nipples, even opening my blouse and lifting my bra up so he could suck and fondle my tits. 

I let my hand lie easily on his thigh and I could see the length of his cock getting longer as it hardened. It caused a small tingle to run through my clit as I remembered his fucking me on his first night home. I felt guilty by having to fake my orgasm with him when I had such an intense climax when Jake was fucking my ass and finished cumming in my pussy. An intense desire swept over me. Maybe I could make it up to Monty for my failure to cum with him. I twisted around, moving my body off the sofa until I was kneeling before Monty. 

I smiled at him as I unzipped his pants, and with a little struggle with his shorts, I managed to extract his cock. It was hard and throbbing as I leaned down and sucked the head into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. Pursing my lips, I sucked as hard as I could, then drawing my head back, his cock made a plopping sound as it escaped my lips. I looked at him, gave him a sexy smile as I blew a stream of cool air onto his prick. The plum colored head glistened with the moisture from my mouth and I could see a bit of pre-cum oozing from the tip. My eyes met Monty's as my tongue swirled around the head, telling me that he was enjoying the attention I was giving him. 

Even though I felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that Jake had taken the same type of sexual enjoyment from me in this room, I was determined to give Monty the best blow-job I could. Carefully, I reached in and cradled his balls in my hand, pulling them out into the open as Monty shifted around allowing me to get in closer to his crotch. I bent forward licking and kissing his shaft and balls. I could see that Monty's pants were kind of restricting my access, so I backed away and started pulling his pants off. Monty helped me and as he extracted his feet from his pants and shorts, I removed my blouse and bra. I moved forward between his spread legs and twisting my shoulders side to side, my tits dragging over his cock and balls. I lifted my tits to circle his cock as Monty pushed the shaft upright.

The swollen head protruded from the valley of my breasts as my tongue licked at it. Monty lifted his hips, offering me more of his hard-on. I let my boobs fall away, cupping his balls in one hand and holding the shaft of his prick in the other, I swirled my tongue over the purple head. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and made the head bump against the opening to my throat. Resisting the urge to gag, I made several more plunges, driving his cock deeper and deeper. Even though his prick was not as long or thick as Jakes, I still had to get it past my gag point. I made several more long strokes downward, feeling the head penetrate the tight ring of my throat. I could feel Monty's cock throbbing and jerking and knew he was ready to cum. 

His balls were pulled up tight around the base and I pulled off his cock, took a deep breath, and plunged downward, sinking his prick into my throat. Monty's hands clasped my head, holding me tight to his crotch. My nose was buried in the hair at the base of his cock and my chin was resting against his hairy balls. I could hear Monty gasping as his cock jerked and pulsed, squirting his cum down my throat. For several long seconds, he held my head down, flooding my throat with his cum. 

I pulled away as Monty released my head and I took a deep breath of air, I realized that I had not climaxed as I had done earlier with Jake. As my head cleared, I sucked Monty's cock back into my mouth, stripping the remaining cum into my mouth, slurping hungrily. I made eye contact with him and I could see that he was well satisfied. He relaxed on the sofa as I sat down next to him, my hands cupping his balls and deflating cock. Our lips met in an open-mouthed kiss as our tongues danced wildly.

"Damn, Woman!" He whispered breathlessly, "You are a wonderful cocksucker! I swear that you are getting better at it all the time."

I smiled at him as I replied, "Thank you, Sweetheart! I didn't realize that you noticed."

"Of course, I noticed!" He exclaimed, watching me pull my bra down over my exposed tits. "Why are you doing that? The girls are not home. Don't you want me to give you an orgasm?"

I giggled and pointed at his flaccid cock. "How are you going to satisfy me with that noodle?"

For a reply, Monty stuck out his tongue and wiggled it vigorously at me. "I will suck that wonderful cunt of yours until you cum all over my face!" He grinned at me.

"Promises, Promises!" I smiled at him, "But, we better wait. I just wanted to give you the sexual satisfaction you deserve."

"Well, whither it is deserved or not, I sure like that "Deep Throat" action that you have treated me to. I think all husbands would like their wives to do that, but I have noticed that you only started sucking me like that in the last few weeks. Are you trying something new?" He grinned.

"I'm just trying to keep my man satisfied." I smiled.

"Well, you can practice on me anytime you want to, that way." He replied.

"I'm glad you liked it, Honey." I answered, "I'm sure there will be more of it anytime you want it. You know that I love you." 

We made eye contact and smiled at each other as I finished buttoning my blouse up. I leaned forward, kissing the soft head of his cock and moved up to press my lips against his. I stood up, adjusting my skirt and watched Monty reach for his discarded clothing. As he dressed, I made my way into the kitchen, wondering where all this was going to end.

Inwardly, I felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that I was trying to satisfy Monty because I could not let him know that I was having an affair with Jake. As crazy as it was, I was experiencing more intense orgasms with Jake, than I had ever experienced before. Was I falling in love with Jake?

"No" I told myself, it was just the uninhibited feeling that I got when he was so forceful and controlling. I felt that it was alright for the man to be in charge, being the dominate one. But, logic told me that it should be Monty instead of Jake who was controlling me. But things had gotten so far out of control that changing anything could bring exposure to my activities with Jake. No, I would have to accept everything that Jake had planned for me now, to go along with his blackmail scheme until I could figure out another way to escape. Once again, I considered confessing all to Monty and accepting whatever he decided to do about it. Maybe, if I waited a little longer I would find a way out.

As the afternoon passed into the evening hours, I busied myself with thoughts of family time. After the girls watched their favorite TV programs with Monty and me, they went to their bedrooms and Monty and I were left alone in the family room. The guilt feelings returned to haunt me as we sat there on the same sofa where Jake had fucked me so many times over the past few weeks. I should stop referring to it as the family room, but as a fuck room. It was certainly more accurate when you considered that I had violated my marriage vows to Monty, not only in this room, but throughout the whole house. There was not a single place in this house that Jake had not used me as his cum-slut, fucking me in every hole that I have and making me admit that I liked it.

Why had it been so easy for Jake to turn me into a slut? Was it in my genetic makeup? I tried to recall my own parents married life together. Had they been unfaithful to each other? But there was nothing specific that I could consider infidelity in their relationship, unless it was at some of the parties they attended. Thinking back, I remembered arguments and accusations of unfaithfulness, even though it was hushed up when I was around. Too bad, that I couldn't ask Mom about her marriage. 

So engrossed in my own private thoughts, I didn't notice that Monty was speaking to me.

"Are you ready for bed!" he repeated.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry! Yes, I will be right in. You go ahead and I'll be there shortly." I said rising to my feet.

"Goodnight, then." Monty said as he kissed me on the cheek and walked away. 

I straightened some pillows, picked up some dishes that were used for snacks and returned them to the kitchen. I would have time to put them in the dishwasher in the morning. By the time I got to the bedroom, Monty was already undressed and standing beside the bed. I noticed from long habit that if he was interested in fucking me, he would be naked in bed. Tonight, however, he was still in his boxers and I assumed that my blow job earlier had satisfied his desires for the time being. Monty watched me as I moved about the room, disrobing or folding my clothes as I removed them. As with most men, Monty liked to watch me undress. 

Some men like their woman to be scantly clad, dressed in a see-through teddy or short, thin nightie. Another favorite is the crotch less panties and hose with garter belt and high heels. Most men have some kind of clothes fetish, from half-bra's with your tits hanging out or at least the nipples exposed. Monty was on the conservative side, but there had been occasions where he had brought home very revealing clothes for me to wear on special occasions where we were in a strange city. He would tell me to tease the guys who showed an interest in my slut clothes. A few times things went farther than he intended, but I was able to hide it from him. A quick blow-job in a dark corner or a fast fuck through the crotch less panties in a toilet stall was all it took.

But, Jake was different! He did not stop with just a quick fuck and suck, and look at me now. There was no way that I could convince anyone who might find out my secret affair with Jake, that I was anything but his married slut that he used at his pleasure. And now Jake had pictures and a video to prove it to the world if he chose to. I just had to go forward with his commands and hope for a way out. As I opened my drawer to get my nightie, I slipped my hand down under the bras and panties, feeling the envelope stiff with the pictures. Yes, it was still there, just under my dildo and vibe. 

Standing there, naked, knowing that Monty was watching me. I turned around to face him. Knowing that my tits would jiggle, I walked over to the bed and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. I felt his hand reach out and caress my thighs, his thumb slipping between my cunt lips.

"Sure you don't want me to give you a good tongue lashing?" He grinned, moving his thumb deeper. "You know that I owe you one!"

I smiled as I kissed him again, saying, "No, My love. I am happy making you happy. I can wait." 

I stood up and let my nightie slid down over my body, the cool material felt like a soft caress to my nipples as it descended to my thighs. I stepped back and Monty's thumb slipped out of my cunt. Smiling sweetly, I took his hand, making sure that his thumb was sticking up and guided it into his mouth.

"There, Sweetheart! A taste of things to come." I left him sucking his thumb like a little boy and made my way into the bathroom to remove my make-up. By the time I returned, he was breathing gently and I knew that he was asleep. I slipped quietly into bed and turned out the light.

In the darkness my mind played the scenes from the video over and over. I had fallen into his trap by agreeing to change the location of our meetings. Although it was at my request as I was afraid that someone would notice Jake coming to my home during the days that Monty was on the road. Jake had taken advantage of the situation and arranged for Greg to be there and operate the camera without me being aware of it. My face flushed with shame as I recalled the memories of that afternoon when Jake forced me to watch the video in it's entirety as he abused me for his own pleasure. 

Well, getting rid of the video and the pictures would be easy. I would shred the pictures and rip out the video tape, possibly cutting it several times to discourage anyone from trying to splice it back together. I would make sure that all scraps were in the garbage can by Monday night for pick-up Tuesday morning. I would be rid of one copy but, I had to assume that there were at least two more. Jake would definitely have one copy and Greg, whom ever he was, probably had another copy. Jake had said that Greg would contact me, but had given no hint as to when. Jake's time with me had always been the days Monty was out of town, and I doubted if that would change. Greg was an unknown factor. 

My heart beat wildly as my mind played out several scenarios. Would Jake and Greg show up together? Would they take turns fucking me? I was sure there would be several positions used to humiliate me. Double penetration was always a possibility with two men, which made me wonder about Greg. Was he hung larger than Jake? Jake's prick was the largest that I have had, but remembering the bottle episode, I probably didn't have to worry about the size of Greg's cock. Of course, I would have to suck them off and submit to their cocks working in and out of my pussy and ass-hole.

Oh, My God! A tingle of excitement ran through me, causing my nipples to harden and my pussy to moisten, as I remembered a time in my past that I had allowed two men to have me in that manner. A feeling of shame caused me to withdraw my finger from my throbbing clit. Had the memories of past affairs caused me to act like a sex-starved slut? But, more disturbing and shameful, was the realization that instead of dreading what was ahead of me, it seemed that I was anticipating it. With all these conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind, I finally slipped into a fitful sleep.

I forced my eyes to open as Monty reached to turn off the harsh buzz of the alarm clock. The movement of the bed as Monty got up caused me to stretch and roll onto my back. Monty disappeared into the bathroom as I contemplated what was ahead of me. The thoughts of last night returned to me, causing me to draw my knees up, making a tent in the covers. Instinctively, my knees fell sideways as a vision of Jake materialized before me. How many times had he fucked me in my own marriage bed? More than I cared to admit and it seemed that there would be more. Almost without realizing it, my hands stole down between my thighs brushing the light stubble of my pubic hair and the moist heat of my pussy. Why was a woman's sexual desire increased simply but laying on her back with her legs spread? The answer to that was obvious, to submit to the male of the species, drawing him forward, offering the essence of pleasure to both. 

As my thoughts swirled about, my fingers slipped into my pussy, spreading them for my imaginary lover. My fingers of my right hand found the elongated nub of my clit and rubbed around in circles as the fingers of my left hand probed deeply into the moist heat and juices of my pussy. Without conscious effort my hips began to thrust upward driving my imaginary lovers raging prick deeper into my spasming cunt.

In a matter of minutes, my harsh breathing returned to normal and the tension drained out of my straining thighs. The warm thin, juices of my pussy seeped around my fingers and down across my ass-hole. What was happening to me? I was acting like a sex-starved teenager who had gotten her first orgasm and wanted more, a lot more. I heard Monty turn off the shower and groaning to myself, I rolled out of bed, and went into the bathroom. The shower was all steamed up and I doubt that Monty even knew I was there. I quickly relieved myself, wiping my pussy with toilet paper. I slipped on a clean pair of panties and threw my robe around my shoulders. 

The ritual of fixing breakfast for Monty and the girls consumed the time quickly. I was soon kissing Monty goodbye and stood silently in the driveway as he backed the car into the street and watched him drive out of sight. I picked up the breakfast dishes and put them in the dishwasher and poured myself another cup of coffee. Sara and Melissa came marching in to kiss my cheek and out the door to the bus stop. Alone again, with just my thoughts, Jake's words flashed through my mind. "You have a debt to pay, slut! Greg will be calling you and you better do as he says, unless you want the whole town to see that video" My face burned with shame as I recalled that afternoon.

I felt so helpless, not knowing who Greg was or anything about him. It only made it worse for me to not know when he was to call or come by. Jake had not said and I was left to wonder. But first things first! I needed to get dressed and get my hair and make-up done. I finished my coffee and made my way into the bathroom. Common sense told me that the best way to act was with grace and confidence when meeting someone new. Jake already knew what I was and doing his best to keep me that way. Perhaps I could make Greg think differently. 

Before stepping into the shower, I applied a heavy layer of the depilatory cream to my pussy area to remove any stubble. I also applied it to my legs and underarms. There was only light hair on my legs but I thought it best to be smooth all over. Next, my shower, and washing my hair. My short hair was easy to fix, just blow dry and brush. With a soft wash cloth I washed away the stubble and cream from my pussy, legs, and underarms. To finish my bathing, I took the shower head and directed the warm stream of water at my cunt as I used two fingers to spread my pussy lips apart, allowing the water to enter, leaving it clean and fresh. 

Toweling myself off, I watched in the mirror as I moved about, my tits shaking and swaying with my movements. Would Greg like me like this? Should I meet him at the door like this? Perhaps if I tried to please him in every way, he might be easier on me, even consider releasing me from my debt to him. At least it gave me something to hope for. I finished with my make-up and brushed my hair. Giving my naked body a cursory look, seeing a middle-aged lady with a still decent looking body. At least, Gravity had been kind to me. 




A Company Affair Ch. 17



My breasts were not sagging yet, and still looked full and firm. My nipples stuck out enough to make an imprint on my blouses and thin bra's. The clean, fresh look of my bare pussy thrilled me the most. The cream had left the skin of my mound a soft pink and high-lighted the darker tan of my outer pussy lips. I spread my legs slightly and the longer, thin inner lips hung down in plain view. They were always noticed by my lovers and seemed to be always the first to be kissed and tongued. Satisfied, I made my way to my chest and extracted a pair of thin pink panties and a bra to match. From my closet, I choose a pastel pink floral print. house dress with pixie collar and buttons down the front.

I left the two top buttons open for a more casual look. I decided to forego the hose as I was choosing to wear a low sandal type shoe. Making my last minute inspection of myself, I twirled around in front of the mirror. Satisfied with the image I saw, I went into the family room to await the call that Jake had warned me about. As I sat there, waiting for the phone to ring, I looked at the TV and remembered the video. Knowing that I have to get rid of them, I went back into my bedroom and got the envelope and pictures I had hidden there. I rummaged through the self of video tapes and found the one I wanted. 

Laying it aside, I picked up the envelope and extracted the pictures. There were 12 in all, approximately 5x7. I had to admit that Greg had done a professional job on them. I walked over to Monty's desk and sat down. I pulled the shredder out for access and slowly scanned each picture before sending it to the shredder slot. The close-ups were so clear and sharp you could see the moisture my pussy or mouth left on his cock. My stretched ass-hole around Jakes cock showed the depth of his penetration and the features of my face shown plainly to the camera. Others showed the bottle penetrating my cunt, and the bottle fully imbedded inside my pussy with just the neck showing. There was one of me comparing my dildo with Jakes prick. Both were wet and glistening from my mouth or pussy juices.

Every one of them showed enough of me to convince any and all who saw them that I was a willing partner in all the sexual positions. Even as I shredded each of them I knew that others had the same pictures and it wasn't going to change anything. Still I was glad to get rid of the incriminating evidence. Satisfied that the pictures were gone, I turned to the video. I stood there for long moments then, on an impulse, I inserted the tape into the video player. For the next hour, I watched the flickering screen as I fucked, sucked, masturbated, and preformed sexual acts that made me embarrassed all over again.

When it was over and the screen faded to black, I had cum twice with very little finger manipulation. In Monty's desk drawer, I found scissors and began to strip the tape from the case. Making a ball of the tape, I cut it into small strips, satisfied that it was beyond repair. Carefully, I picked up all the small scraps and placed them in the shredder basket then I got a sack and emptied all into a paper bag. I went into the garage and opened the garbage can and placed the sack under other household trash. Pleased to be rid of that portion of my shame, I went back to the family room to await the call from Greg.

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(Author's Note)

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A Company Affair Ch. 18



To say I was nervous, was putting it mildly. I would sit for awhile, then pace the floor, wishing the phone would ring. Not because I was looking forward to a meeting with a stranger, whom I knew nothing about, but a stranger who had filmed me in every conceivable sexual position that Jake had devised. What would he think of me? A married slut wife, who would do anything to keep her secret from her family, would he be as dominant as Jake was, demanding that I perform any deviant sexual act that he could think of? I really had no reason to expect him to be any different than Jake, but I could always hope.

All morning, and into the afternoon, I waited for the phone to ring. Many times over the last few hours, my mind searched for Jake's words of instructions. 

"Greg will be calling you, and you better be ready to meet him!"

My nerves were tense and my patience was wearing thin, but what could I do? I was stuck in a bad situation and could see no way out. For a hundred times, my mind ran through a hundred different scenario's that Greg might choose for me. In the late afternoon, about and hour before the girls were expected home, I was startled by the harsh ring of the phone. I made a mad dash for the phone, but I let it ring twice more while I tried to calm the quivering in my stomach.

"Hello." I breathed.

"Hello! Is this Lorri?" a strange masculine voice asked.

"Yes, who is this?" I asked, trying to sound confident.

"This is Greg! A friend of Jake's. I was told that I should call you to discuss a repayment of a debt that you owe." His voice was calm, as if he did this every day.

"I do not owe a debt to you!" I exclaimed, trying to stop the quiver in my voice.

"Oh, I think you do!" He replied calmly, "It involves a few hours of time and material for shooting a video of you and a mutual friend of ours."

"But, I didn't have anything to do with that!" I cried, "That was Jake's idea!"

"Well, I won't argue that with you, but Jake said that you would be willing to make arrangements to settle this matter." He replied.

"But, Jake is blackmailing me!" I cried. "I didn't want it to go this far."

"It looked as if you were enjoying yourself in the video. I did not see that Jake was holding a gun on you, and if you didn't like it, why didn't you go to the police?" He laughed.

"I couldn't because Jake would have exposed me as a slut and whore to my family!" I moaned. "I admit that I was cheating on my husband, but it got out of hand."

"You couldn't see this coming?" He asked, "Even when your husband came home, telling you that he had received a promotion and would have to be out of town a couple of days a week?"

"No, I did not think of that. I was only interested in my feelings at the time. I meant no harm to anyone." I sighed. "It was just a silly impulse on my part."

"Letting Jake fuck your mouth and pussy, within shouting distance of your husband and others, seems to be more of a strong need for sex than a silly impulse. Did you enjoy it?" He chided.

"It doesn't matter that I enjoyed it or not! Jake has taken advantage of me and has threatened me with exposure to the whole town." I cried. "I couldn't let him do that!"

"Well, He has a video now, and it would be hard to convince your husband that you are so innocent and without blame. He said that you admitted to having several affairs during your marriage with different men. Is this true?" He asked.

"Well...." I hesitated, not sure how to answer that.

"Perhaps you should get the video and rerun it again. Didn't you notice there was a sound tract, too?" I could hear him laughing in the background.

"I destroyed the tape!" I said. "And the still pictures also!"

"Oh, that's too bad. But, remember that I also have a copy. Shall I bring it and show it to you again?" He asked.

"No, No!" I said, dejectedly. "It won't be necessary!"

"Ok!" His voice taking on a stern tone, "Are you now ready to discuss the terms for a settlement of this debt?" 

"Yes." I answered, choking back a sob.

"Alright, now we are making progress." He said. "Tell me, Lorri, How are you dressed when you meet Jake?"

"I'm sure you already know the answer to that." I replied, my voice reflecting a tone of shame and embarrassment to this stranger, whom I had never met.

"Well, that's true." He said, "But I want to hear you tell me."

"I am always naked." I whisper, my hand trembling slightly as I feel a tingle in my stomach.

"Very good! I like hearing you say that. If you meet Jake at your door, naked, I think I should have the same privilege, don't you?" His voice taunting me. "I'm sure it will help in our negotiations. That way everything is out in the open, nothing hidden."

"Please, don't talk that way." I begged, understanding the double meaning of his remark, but hoping for a reprieve. 

"Why not? Jake called you his slut and his married whore. Do you deny that? Is it not the truth?" He said, calmly.

"I just meant that I have a family and do not want them to know of this." I explained. 

"Then, you better do as I say or everyone will know what a slutty, fucking bitch you are. You are not fooling anyone with this goody-goody act of yours. Why don't you admit that you love to be fucked in every opening you have. You demonstrated that the other day and we have a video of you to prove it." He boasted.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I just can't let my family know. I will do anything you say." My voice trembling as I admitted my defeat.

"Now, we are getting somewhere." He chuckled, "Now, here is what I want from you. I want you to answer the door completely naked, because that is the way sluts are supposed to be. I should be at your home around nine o'clock in the morning. Do you have any problem with that?" He asked.

"But Jake has always come on Wednesdays." I protested.

"I'm not talking about Jake, here. He can set his own schedule. I want to see you in your own home, so I will know that you are a slutty housewife who cannot control her pussy." He continued, "And if you fuck your husband tonight, make sure that you do not orgasm because I want you to be hot and ready for my cock. And be sure that you that you wash your cunt out well afterwards because I do not want my cum mixing with his, understand?

"Yes, I understand." I replied.

"Very good, Lorri. Now, I have to go but don't worry. We will get along just fine." I heard him chuckle and then there was nothing.

I stood there for several long moments, the phone gripped in my hand as my mind raced back and forth over our conversation. Who was this mysterious Greg? I could not reach any conclusion, other than he sounded like an educated, intelligent man, possibly a professional something or other. I suppose he could be a professional photographer, due to his interest in making videos. 

The loud buzz of the phone brought me back to the present. I hung up the phone and tried to concentrate on things that needed to be done around home. I walked aimlessly around the house, my mind jumping back and forth to image's Jake leading me through my own house, naked and acting like the slut he said I was. I found myself standing at the doorway to Sara and Melissa's room, staring at the bed where Jake had fucked me so completely. Why had I allowed him to use Sara's bed and experienced a huge orgasm as he fucked so lewdly? Would other mothers do that? I had no answer, just the fact that I had responded to Jake's thrusting prick and poured forth my own juices to mingle and bathe the huge, spurting prick buried in my convulsing pussy.

I was brought back to reality as I heard the door open and Melissa's voice rang out, "Hey, Mom! We're home" I hurried down the hall to meet them, very much aware of the tingle and moistness of my pussy. 

The evening with my family passed in all the normal ways. Dinner, the girls, and I cleaning and putting away the dinner dishes, while Monty sat in the family room relaxing from his day at work. I sat beside him as we watched the evening newscast, and the girls returned to their room for their homework. Several times as I sat beside Monty, I tried to form thoughts of my situation with Jake and the up-coming meeting with Greg. I wanted to confess everything to Monty in hopes that he would forgive me, but I was afraid I would not be able to convince him of my unwilling participation in the affair, especially if the video was ever presented to Monty. 

Shortly, the girls joined us and we watched their favorite programs with Monty joining in figuring out the answers to "The Wheel of Fortune" and "Jeopardy." I usually joined in, also. But tonight I was too preoccupied with thoughts of tomorrow. Later, after the girls went to bed, Monty put his arms around me and said,

"Gee, Honey! You have been very quite this evening, Is something bothering you?"

"Oh, No! Sweetheart." I replied, "Just a mood I'm in. Nothing for you to worry about."

"Ok then. I won't worry. You have always been capable to run your own affairs, but you know that I am here for you, if you need me." His voice so soft and reassuring.

"Yes, I know honey. Just a mood." I lied, trying to hide the tremble in my voice.

"Well, bedtime for me." he said, standing and offering his hand to me. "I have a meeting with Jake Adams tomorrow. You remember Jake? I think you met him at the Company Event a few months back."

"Yes, I vaguely remember him." I lied, turning my head so Monty could not see the fear in my eyes. "What is the meeting about?"

"I want to ask him to consider letting me come back to my old position with the company. I know it will mean a reduction in pay, but I really don't like being away from my family, even if it is just one night a week." He explained.

"I'm sure you know best, dear." I replied, my heart thumping wildly, my mind racing to comprehend how this would affect me.

"Then you agree?" He asked, "Even with the reduction in salary?"

"I'm sure we will do just fine, dear. The extra money was good, but we can get along without it. You just do what you think is necessary." I tried to sound reassuring.

"Thanks, honey for your confidence in me. Let's go to bed." He grinned.

We walked arm in arm to our bedroom and began undressing. I remembered Greg's words about sex with Monty, but it was an issue that took care of itself with Monty's remark of taking a shower tonight rather than in the morning. My gown slithered against my nipples, crinkling the areolas and pushing the sensitive nipples tighter against my gown. I slipped into bed as Monty's naked form disappeared into the bathroom. 

For a long time I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling as my mind played flashbacks of Jake and myself in this very bed, giving Jake access to all of my body. Would Monty's request be considered? And if it was, what effect would it have on our affair? Could this possibly mean that Jake would give up his control over me, and what about Greg? He was a new player and I could not know what his plans were for me, either. Of course, our phone conversation earlier today, left little doubt in my mind as to what to expect from him. 

Despite the uncertainty of tomorrow, I could not stop a tingle of sexual desire burning in my stomach and clit, and my fingers confirmed the moistness of my pussy lips. I heard the shower shut off and knew that Monty would soon be coming out. I rolled to my side and drew my legs up presenting my backside to Monty and pretending to be asleep. I felt him slip into bed and his cool body cuddled against mine, his hand reaching over to cup and squeeze my right tit gently. It would have been easy to respond to his gentle touch to my nipples, but the voice of the unknown Greg caused me to disregard the sensations and I continued to pretend being asleep. "Poor Monty." I thought, but I will make it up to him as soon as this terrible situation is resolved. Surely it would not last forever.

Silently, I lay there; feeling Monty's hand slowly relax against my breast and his slow and regular breathing assured me that he was asleep. I finally drifted off to sleep, but it was fitful and filled with images of Jake and a faceless man, fucking my pussy as Jake pounded his huge cock into my ass-hole. As they fucked me, Jake was shouting obscenities, telling the faceless man to fill my slut pussy with his cum and he would fill my ass-hole with his thick, slimy cum. My orgasm was so intense it awoke me, my pussy muscles contracting and pulsating around the imaginary pricks. I gasped for breath and realized it was a dream. Monty was still sleeping peacefully beside me, his warm breath blowing gently against the back of my neck. Slowly, I slipped my hand to my pussy, and the wetness and sensitivity I felt, verified the certainty of the intense climax.

The next morning I slipped my robe on, foregoing the morning shower until later. I tried to hide my nervousness about the coming events by keeping busy. Soon, Monty was out the door and while the girls did their last minute preparations for a day at school, I took advantage of the time and showered, brushed my teeth and hair, and applied my make-up. I slipped on my robe again and caught the girls at the door on their way to the school bus stop. Each gave and received a quick kiss and urged to have a pleasant day. I stood silently in the doorway, watching them walk to the corner, and then they were out of my sight. 

Closing the door and turning to refill my cup of coffee, I could do nothing until I heard from Greg. He had not given a time of his arrival, so all I could do was wait. Many thoughts went through my mind, what to say, how to act, I knew he wanted me to answer the door naked, which is why I still had on my robe, but what if it was not him ringing the doorbell and I was caught naked by a neighbor. I did not have time to wonder for long. 

Twenty minutes after the girls had left the phone rang. With my heart beating rapidly, I answered the ringing. "Hello!"

"Good Morning, Lorri!" The quiet voice replied, "I hope you had a restful night?"

I recognized the voice of Greg, immediately. "Yes, I am fine, thanks." 

"I called to let you know that I'm close by and will be at your door in just a few minutes." He said, "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes." Was all I could say, trying to hide the tension in my voice.

"But, you are still wearing a robe? I thought I asked you to be naked?" His voice carrying a hint of laughter.

"How do you know how I'm dressed?" My voice sounding tight with fear. Was it possible that a camera had been installed in my own home?

"Now, don't get excited!" he chuckled. "I was waiting for your children to leave for school and I saw you standing in the doorway. Very attractive for a Mom so early in the morning."

"Thank you for that." I replied. "I see no reason for them to know anything about this at all." 

"And they will not know about it, if you do as told." He replied, "But I must say, you have two very fine looking girls. I bet the boys are looking at them in ways that you were looked at when you were that age."

"The girls are able to handle the boys." I replied, sounding confident, but also knowing the stress of trying to be accepted by their peers.

"Is that something that you taught them?" He asked, laughingly.

"Please don't judge my girls by me. I made a mistake and now, I'm paying for it." I replied coldly.

"Well, another payment is due and I'm here to collect!" The phone went silent as the dial tone buzzed loudly in my ear.

I replaced the phone and walked slowly toward the door. I untied the belt holding my robe together, feeling my tits sway and bounce with each step. I opened the front of the robe, exposing my body to the cool morning air. My nipples immediately hardened as the areolas crinkled, thrusting the nipples out even farther. My hands pushed the robe off my shoulders and as my hands came down to my side my robe slipped easily to the floor. I took a deep breath and waited for the doorbell to ring. I realized that I was trembling, but was it caused by fear or excitement?

I sensed movement at the door just a few moments later and I opened the door even before the doorbell had finished its chimes. I stood behind the door, shielding my nakedness from anyone outside, my face peeking cautiously out. I know my face registered my surprise as the strange man filled the doorway.

"Hello, Lorri! I'm Greg." He said, stepping inside as his dark eyes raked my body up and down several times. He smiled broadly as his large hand reached for the door, saying quietly, "I think we can close the door now, don't you?" 

My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the man who was in my home for the sole purpose of fucking me, to extract payment for services rendered. Greg smiled easily as his eyes flashed up and down my naked body. He was dressed casually in T-shirt and jeans, which were stretched tight to his body, showing off the bulging muscles of his arms and chest. My mind was not prepared for the vision of this huge black man, his skin the color of shiny black coal. His head was bald, and his broad nose sat between two of the darkest, piercing eyes I had ever seen. His mouth was surrounded by a short, well-trimmed moustache and goatee, giving his full lips a sensual outline as he flashed a smile at me. 

A set of perfectly white teeth flashed at me as I took in the image standing before me. At 6-2, 200 lbs of muscle and bone, Greg dwarfed my petite frame with his wide shoulders and narrow hips. His muscular thighs and legs supported the wedge-shaped body very well. It was obvious that he spent a lot of time working out. I felt a tremor of guilt streak through my mind as I automatically compared Greg with Jake and Monty. Of course, the skin color was a huge difference, but over-all appearance placed Greg somewhere between Monty and Jake. Jake with his dominate and controlling attitude, And Monty's milder, loving/giving manner, gave me hope that my impression of Greg was somewhere in between. Greg's casual behavior gave me hope that this was so.

Still, unable to speak, I watched Greg move toward me and gently took my hand off the door-knob and closed the door.

He smiled broadly, his teeth flashing at me as he said, "I don't think we need to invite your neighbors in."

"No! N-n-not at all!" I stuttered, the first words I was able to speak since Greg had appeared at my door. 

"You are a very attractive woman." Greg said, reaching out, his large hands gripping my shoulders as his eyes gazed into mine. "Even more-so in person and up close."

I could feel the rush of embarrassment turn my face red and the crinkling of my areola's pushing my nipples outward as I mumbled, "Thank you."

Greg kissed me lightly on the forehead as his arms circled me and pulled me to him. I was sure that he could feel the hard nipples pressing against his chest as I tilted my head up, my tongue quickly wetting my lips in anticipation of his kiss. The soft brush of his lips covered each of my eyes and cheeks, his short beard surrounding his mouth tickled my nose as his full lips settled against mine. The pleasant scent of after-shave filled my nose and I relaxed as the tip of his tongue dipped between my lips. His arms tightened around me and I was lifted up on my toes as our lips and tongues met in a long, breathless kiss. There was no resistance in me as I yielded to his touch and kisses. The growing bulge in his jeans pressed against my naked thighs and caused a tingle to flow downward, wetting my pussy lips as my clit throbbed into erection.

My harsh, rapid breathing told Greg of my desire and he stepped back, quickly stripping his t-shirt off over his head. With finger trembling so wildly, I reached for the button of his jeans. After a futile attempt to unbutton it, Greg assisted me in releasing it. I quickly reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly as the jeans spread, revealing a small patch of black, kinky pubic hair. His growing cock was all that was holding his jeans up, and as I pulled downward, the hardening shaft lifted the half-covered head to a level position. I gasped in surprise as I realized that Greg was uncut. Not that it was unusual, but more of a custom for males to be circumcised shortly after birth. 




A Company Affair Ch. 18



Greg chuckled softly as my hand circled his cock-shaft, my white hand seem to glow brightly as I stripped the black, silken skin back to expose the deep, black/purple gland of his swelling helmet-shaped cock head. I bent over at the waist for a closer look at his cock and quickly determined that it was much the same size as Jakes cock, but the black skin seemed to enhance the twisting veins running up and down the throbbing shaft. My left hand reached out to cup his balls as my right hand continued to stroke his large, rigid prick. His balls were slightly larger than Jake's but hung in the sac a lot lower. 

With my hands stroking this large cock and balls, I soon noticed that the swollen head was dripping pre-cum. I released the shaft and it snapped up into a 45 degree angle and it throbbed just beneath my mouth. Opening my lips slightly, I extended my tongue and caught a large drop of pre-cum as it hung suspended by a thin thread of sticky juice. I opened my mouth and felt the swollen head slip past my teeth as my tongue bathed the entire head. I heard Greg moan happily and felt his hands holding my head as he pushed his hips forward, slowly working his black cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. With one hand holding my head down to his prick, Greg reached around my arm and caught one of my tits as it swung back and forth, pulling, and pinching the erect nipple hard.

"Suck it!" he moaned, "Suck my black cock!" his hips pushed it farther into my mouth, bumping against the opening of my throat. I felt my stomach muscles tighten and my thighs trembled so bad I thought I would fall, as the enormous climax racked my shaking body. Over and over my pussy squeezed and clinched, dripping my pussy juice down my thighs. My climax left me weak and trembling as I struggled to keep my balance. I sensed that Greg was very close to cumming and tightened my lips around his cock, sucking hard as his prick throbbed violently against my tongue. Greg stopped his movements, trying hard to keep from cumming. He quickly withdrew his cock from my mouth and straightened me up, wrapping his arms around me and pulled me to him, burying his tongue in my mouth. 

Greg's large hands cupped my ass cheeks, spreading them as he lifted me bodily off my feet, his hard, slick cock sliding down my belly as he lifted me upwards. I tightened my arms around his neck, our tongues still dancing in each others mouths as I felt the swollen head of his prick slip between my thighs. I hurriedly spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips, locking my ankles behind his back. Slowly, I was lowered downward, the wetness of my pussy caused his cock to miss my pussy and brush my ass-hole. Greg's finger quickly slid between my ass cheeks, pushing his rampant prick between my dripping pussy lips. As he lowered my ass, I felt the blunt cock-head spread my cunt lips and sink deep into my belly. For long moments I clung to him, his cock buried so deep in my pussy as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flowed through my body, bathing his black cock with the juices of my pussy.



A Company Affair Ch. 19



My swollen clit was pressed tightly against the base of his cock, compounding the sensations as Greg held me close, his cock throbbing and jerking as he fought the urge to cum. I clasped my hands behind his neck and leaned back, seeing his muscles flex and tighten as he held my ass cheeks in his large hands. His chest muscles rippled under the smooth, black skin, broken only by a small patch of kinky, short hair, right in the middle of his chest. As I leaned backwards, I felt the pressure lessen on my clit as the angle changed and the black shaft sank a little deeper into my pussy. I became aware of a different sensation inside my pussy, a slight increase in pressure against my womb. Was Greg a bit larger than Jake, or was it just the position we were in?  

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt Greg start lifting my ass up, drawing his black prick out of my wet, slippery cunt, only to relax and let me slip down again, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I looked up into his smiling eyes and a grin on his lips. I twisted my shoulders, rubbing my hard, sensitive nipples back and forth against the black skin and the small patch of chest hair. I couldn't believe how sensual it was to see the vivid contrast of my white tits and legs against Greg's smooth, black skin. A fleeting thought flashed through my mind, wondering what it must look like with his black cock sinking so deep inside my white lips that only his balls were visible.

Pulling myself up against him, my tits flattening against his chest, I opened my mouth, accepting his probing, twisting tongue, sucking on it, hungrily. Out of breath, I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my neck and ears as he continued to fuck his cock into my clasping pussy. The waves of pleasure building in my pussy with each inward stroke caused me to tighten my grip, straining my body to his as my cunt squeezed and clinched around the black cock, drawing forth a loud moan of pleasure as my pussy convulsed in another orgasmic shudder. Greg felt my pussy contracting around his cock and started thrusting deeper and harder into my clasping wetness. A loud groan of pleasure and a gust of hot breath against my neck signaled Greg's impending orgasm. 

A hard thrust of his cock jolted me and I felt his cock throb and jerk violently, squirting his hot, thick cum deep inside my clinching pussy. Another hard jolt to my pussy and the continual throbbing of his black prick caused me to slip into a series of multiple climaxes, one ending just as another was starting. Both Greg and I were shaking from the orgasmic event. Greg's black, shiny skin was covered with a light covering of sweat from his exertion of fucking me standing up. I had a warm sensual tingle in my stomach as his prick gave another jerk, squirting the last of his cum into my sucking pussy. He slowing relaxed his hands and I felt myself just hanging to his body, only supported by my arms and legs and his softening black prick. I had expected him to carry me into the bedroom, and then I realized that it was impossible for him to walk because his jeans were still wrapped around his feet. 

We laughed about it later, after I slipped off his cock and licked and sucked the combined juices of our pleasure and I helped him pull his feet from the restricting Jeans. I admit that I put aside the mental image of me fucking a complete stranger so readily in my own home, but the circumstances seemed to give me no other choice. His being black had no real bearing on the sexual scene, other than the contrasting skin tones. He seemed pleasant, not at all arrogant like Jake was. Greg was nice and courteous as he asked me to just relax and we could get to know each other better. I did begin to feel more at ease with him as I lead him into my bedroom. 

The large load of cum that Greg had deposited inside my cunt, was beginning to ooze out and down my thighs, leaving a trail of thick globs. Not wanting to stain the carpet as before, I quickly placed my hand over my dripping pussy, pushing the thin, inner lips into the opening and stopping the flow. Greg grinned at me and followed me, telling me that I could take care of that problem. I stepped into the bathroom and quickly set down on the toilet, releasing the muscles controlling my bladder. A warm stream rushed forth, carrying a lot of cum with it. I wiped myself and flushed the toilet. 

I walked over to the lavatory and looked in the mirror as I washed my hands. I saw the same face staring back at me. I didn't look any different. I was still a wife and a mother to my family. I grabbed a wash cloth and wet it, then wiped away the slippery trails of cum and pussy juice that had almost reached my knees. Rinsing the cloth several times, I wiped the lips of my bare pussy, even spreading them to remove as much of cum that remained inside me. I had a fleeting thought of escape, my mind searching for some way out, but there was none. I looked at the face in the mirror again, but this time I saw a slut and whore, just as Jake had told me I was. After all, I had now added a black man to the mix. A black stranger, whom I had admitted to my home and within thirty minutes, I had sucked his huge black cock and rode the same black cock to a very intense orgasm, all within a few feet of the doorway to my home. Had I really dropped all sense of respectability? When will this nightmare end?

I returned to the bedroom to find Greg lying on the bed smiling as I entered, his head propped up with Monty's pillow, his right hand slowly stroking the half-hard, black cock. 

"Hey, Babe!" He grinned, as I approached the bed. "You sure know how to treat your company. You seemed to be eager to settle your debt to me, even more willing than Jake said you would be."

I felt the warm flush of embarrassment wash over me, spreading from my face and shoulders to my breasts, the areola's crinkling and pushing my nipples outward. I certainly was not acting like a married wife and mother, but a slut of a wife whom had let her sexual emotions take control. 

"Please, Greg!" I begged, "Don't remind me of it. I just want to settle this affair as quickly as I can. I made a mistake and now I am paying the price for it. If I have to fuck and suck the whole town to keep my husband and girls from knowing about it, I will."

"Well, just so you know, I'm not as demanding as Jake. I like a good, willing piece of ass as much as anyone, but Jake is using you to the max. I plan on taking what I feel is right, then you can forget about me." He grinned and continued. "So, if you work at it willingly, it will be over for me, but I can't say the same for Jake."

He lay there, idly, obscenely, drawing the long black foreskin up, covering the purple/black, swelling head, only to expose it again on the downward stroke. I stood there for long moments, my eyes riveted to the hardening black muscle, watching it grow with each beat of his heart. It reminded me of a large, black snake with one eye, casting its hypnotic spell over the timid mouse staring back, unable to move or resist. Slowly, I moved to the bed, my eyes never leaving the thickening shaft. As I leaned over to get on the bed, I felt my tits swing forward as if helping me to gain my goal. A warm, fuzzy tingle spread through my stomach and thighs as I reached out with my small, white hand, my thumb and fingers circling the thick shaft just above his balls. I tightened my grip around it, pulling the huge penis into a straight-up position. I could feel the warmth and throb of his prick in my hand as I leaned over it, my lips already open. 

The word "Willingly" rang in my ears like a bell. Could this be a way out? At least it was a hope, and that was something I had not thought about too much before. I licked my lips quickly, wetting them and then feeling them slip over the dark, plum-shaped cock head. I twisted my tongue around the throbbing head, searching for all the sensitive nerve endings. I heard Greg moan as I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing as I pulled my head back, then filling with thick shaft as I lowered my mouth, feeling his cock bump the back of my throat. I felt Greg's hand on my leg, pulling me around. With his prick acting as a pivot, I was turned around until I raised my left leg, and straddled his head. My tits were flattened against the blackness of his stomach as I lay full length on top in the classic sixty-nine position.

Greg's large black hands circled my hips, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks as well as my pussy lips. His hot breath blew against my ass-hole as his broad tongue licked upwards. Greg's chin rubbed against my clit as his tongue slipped deep into my juicy cunt, slurping loudly as he worked his face up and down. Often, I could feel his mouth open wide and suck the long, inner lips of my cunt inside, bathing them with his tongue. I could feel the effect of his actions on my pussy as the tingles from my clit spread to my stomach and thighs, which caused my mouth to take his huge, black cock deeper. The mid-morning sun shining through my bedroom window reflected off the smooth, black cock, the moisture from my mouth marking the depth of my strokes. 

Was it really the black skin and the sight of my white hand holding the large black balls that triggered the shattering orgasm which tightened every muscle in my body and sent a flush of fresh pussy juice to the probing, twisting tongue. In the throes of orgasm I gagged slightly as the swollen head slipped into my throat. Quickly, I pulled back, holding just the head of his prick in my mouth, my lips clasped tightly as my tongue swirled around the throbbing head. Weak from the intense orgasm, I relaxed my body to lie quietly on top of Greg. I kept his prick in my mouth, but laid my cheek on his thigh, my rapid breathing blowing my hot breath on his balls. Greg slowed his tongue movements, but continued to lave my entire crotch area from my clit to my ass-hole. It seemed to delight him when his tongue would stroke my sensitive clit, causing me to jerk and moan, the sound muffled greatly by the swollen dick-head.

Greg let me lie quietly for several long moments, his tongue moving slowly in and out, up and down, gathering the moisture from my pussy. The continued tongue action was having its effect on me and I responded with slow hip movements, bringing my erecting clit into contact with his chin and tongue. I raised my head and began to pump his cock into my mouth slowly at first, then faster as my desire to cum built. Greg sensed that I was on the verge of another climax and sucked my clit into his mouth, holding the swollen bud between his teeth as his tongue flicked rapidly back and forth.

To say I went wild on his tongue would be putting it mildly. My whole body tingled and throbbed to the same rhythm of his tongue. I was jerking so wildly he was having trouble holding my clit in his mouth and tightened his grip on my ass. I started the climb to the top, feeling the electric tingles shooting all through me. I felt Greg's hand press against the back of my head as his hips surged upwards, driving his black prick deep into my throat. As I shuddered and twitched through another intense orgasm, I could feel the black shaft jerking against my tongue and the throbbing head spurted his seed into my throat. The deep thrust of his cock caught me unprepared and closed off my air supply. I waited. The cock in my throat seemed to swell and throb, spurting its goop.

I struggled against the hand that was holding me down. Greg eased up and I lifted my head up, pulling the cock out of my throat. Sucking in a gulp of air to my empty lungs through my nose provided the relief I needed, but the black cock continued squirting, coating my tongue and mouth with the acrid taste. Greg gave me just enough time to swallow and a quick breath of air before he shoved his prick as deep as he could into my throat. I knew what was expected of me and relaxed my throat muscles and allowed the black cock to reach its maximum depth. I could feel a throb or two against my tongue and realized that my nose was pressed against his hairy ball sack which had drawn up tight against his thick shaft as he pumped his cum into my throat. 

As my need for air was evident, Greg allowed me to with-draw his cock from my throat. I pulled back far enough to gulp air then, using my lips and tongue to strip and suck the last of his cum into my mouth, swallowing it greedily. Greg's hot breath, blowing on my wet and satisfied cunt, sent a thrill through me, knowing that I had done a good job. We continued to lie there, each of us lost in our own world as the sensations of our orgasms faded away. When he was completely soft in my mouth and the last of his cum swallowed, I slowly moved off him and turned around. I lay down beside him placing my face against the black skin of his chest. I looked into his eyes and saw him smiling at me. The mustache and goatee were coated with a liberal amount of my cunt juices.

"Damn, Lorri!" Greg exclaimed, "Not only are you a good piece of ass, but also a great cocksucker. Is it any wonder that Jake wants to keep you in his control?"

"I'm sure Jake has told you what a slut I am, but that is not the whole story. I admit that I had a few glasses of wine that night, but never thought that Jake would take advantage of me like this and blackmail me." I replied.

"Well, I can see why he likes having you around to fuck, but to some men the real attraction is not only the sex they get, but the idea of violating a married woman and turning her into a slut for their own pleasure." He explained. "Jake loves the control he has over you. The more you resist and fight him, the more he likes it." 

"But what about you? You used the threat of blackmail to get me to open the door for you. Isn't that the same?" I asked.

"True!" Greg smiled, his fingers flicking back and forth across my left nipple. "I did use that threat to get in because I knew it would work with you. I want my sex from a willing woman, one who enjoys the experience of fucking around on her husband, not one to be forced into it."

There was that word, again. "Willing" Was there a difference?

"What are you saying?" I asked. "Do you mean that I should not resist?" 

"Well, really you can't say you resisted me, can you?" Greg grinned. "And you can't say you didn't enjoy it either. Tell me the truth. Is Jake the first guy you have cheated with?"

"Well, No, but I do not do it very often. Being married does get boring at times. I think it would be better if I was not a stay at home mom all the time. I just get that urge to explore other things at times." I answered.

"Am I the first black guy you have fucked and sucked?" Greg chuckled at that.

"No, not the first." I admitted, shyly.

"Really? Who was your first black guy?" Greg asked.

"He was a neighbor's son. He was home from college at the time. I didn't plan to do anything with him, but he was always hanging around that summer, offering to help with any yard work or whatever." I answered.

"Where was your husband at that time?"

"Working. I know it sounds bad, but I was kind of horny and watching him mow the lawn with his shirt off and wearing just shorts didn't leave much to the imagination, so I asked him if he wanted a cool drink. We went inside and we each had a cold beer. I went to the sink to dispose of the bottles and he slipped up behind me and started kissing my neck and shoulders. The next thing I knew he had untied my halter top and was squeezing my tits." I confessed.

"So you let him fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Weren't you afraid that he would knock you up?"

"No, because I was already pregnant with Melissa, so I felt safe."

"Is Melissa your older or younger girl?"

"She is the younger daughter. I was about six weeks along and hardly showing."

"How long did he hang around?"

"All summer. He left for college."

"Did you fuck him every day?"

"Not everyday."

"Was he as big as I am?" Greg asked, pointing down toward his cock.

I had to smile as I looked down, seeing his large black cock throbbing to an erection. It appeared that Greg also enjoyed hearing all the details. I slipped my hand around it, stroking it to full erection. I straddled his hips, feeling my tits swing forward as I reached back to lift the swollen head to my pussy lips. Greg grabbed my nipples, pulling them roughly as I pushed backwards, feeling the head slip between my cunt lips and drawing a contented sigh from my mouth as it surged into my cuntal sheath. Greg and I spent the morning and into the early afternoon, just fucking, talking and changing positions. Before he left, he lubed up my ass-hole with my pussy juice and fucked me to another orgasm. I could not count how many I had experienced with his black cock working in and out of every orifice I have. When he kissed me goodbye, I felt satisfied that he knew that I was a "willing woman" in hope of getting out of this situation with Jake. Maybe through Greg I could win my freedom from Jake. 

So, I set my mind to do everything that Jake asked me to do in hopes that he would soon tire of me. I know that I would have to keep fucking Greg a while longer, but somehow that did not seem to be a bad deal. Would I become addicted to black?

Over the next two months, I did everything Jake told me to do with a smile on my face. I smiled and acted happy when he called me a slut and a whore, bending over to take his cock up my ass or mouth. There were times when I had to submit to Jake and Greg at the same time, and somehow it did not seem as revolting or embarrassing as before. I had a happier attitude about my situation, mainly because of Greg. He kept telling me that things were going good and Jake was growing tired of me. Another change that I liked was that Jake or Greg never came to my home again. I was destined to travel on the selected days to the house across town where the videos were made.

I liked that very much as it lessened the possibility of neighbors seeing strangers coming and going. My life at home was not changed much, other than Monty was growing unhappy of having to be away from home and driving long distance two days a week. He had approached Jake several times in the past few weeks for reinstatement to his old job, but Jake has continued to refuse. Of course, I knew the reason and tried to make it up to Monty in the bedroom but somehow it was not the same. At times, Monty just did not have the desire for sex or he failed to attain a complete erection. Even though I would suck his cock to orgasm, he could never get completely hard. 

Our sex at home was less frequent. Monty's lack of interest made me look forward to the days that I would visit the house across town, spending the time with Greg or maybe Jake would join us for a sexual threesome. I always felt a sense of guilt to return home after being with Greg and Jake. Facing the girls was the hardest, especially when I got home too late and had to find an excuse for being late. I kept telling myself it would be over soon as Jake began to show less interest and other times just not show up at all. Greg and I would have the house all to ourselves and we fucked and sucked in every position we could think of. I gave myself willingly to Greg, reveling in the pleasure his huge, black cock gave me.

One day on returning home from an afternoon of fucking and sucking with Greg, I was surprised to see Monty home from work so early. After explaining my "shopping" trip, Monty told me the Jake had been killed in an auto accident. The news was shocking and unexpected to say the least, but deep down there was a sense of relief on my part. I was thinking that the threat to me and my family were gone. I did not see Greg again until after Jake's funeral, which I attended with Monty. I was feeling a lot of remorse and guilt, knowing the truth. As with all tragedies in life, there are both losses and gains. Jake's death was a loss, but a week later, Monty came home with the good news that he had been promoted to take Jake's position. No more traveling and being away from home anymore. Of course, I was happy for Monty, but what about Greg? I really had no thoughts of stopping the affair with Greg. Well, we will see what happens now.




A Company Affair Ch. 19



A couple of weeks went by. Monty seemed happy with his new job, but somehow he was different, more distant from me. Of course, we have had arguments before, but we always worked it out. I asked repeatedly what was wrong, but Monty was silent. I blamed the stress relating to his new job. Monty even lost the desire for sex with me. I offered blow-jobs instead of fucking when he failed to get an erection, but even that was turned down. I resumed seeing Greg, telling him that we must break off the affair, But each time he would call, I went to the house across town, willingly, to enjoy the taboo black cock.

I complained to Greg about Monty's lack of interest in fucking me, but I got the same reply.

"Hey, Babe! Don't worry about it. You can have this black prick anytime."

The stress level at home had continued to grow and I kept returning to the house across town. One afternoon I returned home after spending the day with Greg, to find Monty already home as if waiting for me. He was acting very strange and almost crying.

He led me into the house and asked me to sit down in the family room. Still not sure what was happening, I did as he asked me to. Monty picked up the remote to the TV and turned it on. Shocked and speechless I recognized the images almost before they became clear. I cried to him to stop, but he continued to play the tape. By the time the tape ended, both Monty and I were in tears, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. Not only did the tape show me and Jake with the bottle in my pussy, but also the times I spent with both Jake and Greg. I had no choice but to confess all to Monty, including the first night on the balcony and the subsequent blackmail and the introduction of Greg. 

How had Monty gotten the tape? Jake had hidden it in his office desk and when Monty was promoted, it became his office. I begged and pleaded with Monty to forgive me with promises to never do it again. Monty insisted on counseling for me and other concessions, like writing a letter detailing my guilt in the matter. I complied with everything, even agreeing to meet Greg for one last encounter. Monty said that I had to come home full of Greg's cum so he would know for sure it would be the last time. 

Monty was there listening as I made the appointment with Greg to be fucked for the last time. It seemed to me to be a good trade-off for what I had done.

News Item on second page of local newspaper.

Thursday, Nov. 17

Lorraine Anderson, Wife of Montgomery Anderson, all residents of this City has been reported missing by her distraught husband when she failed to return home after a shopping trip. Mr. Anderson could offer no reason for her failure to return. The police are investigating her disappearance, but admit that there is little to go on. Anyone with any information is requested to contact the local police.

News Item on front page of local newspaper.

Tuesday, Nov. 22.

The nude body of Lorraine Anderson was discovered in a wooded area just off a local hiking trail. The discovery of her body ended the search for the missing housewife. Preliminary reports say that she was raped and left in the wooded area. The police confirmed that death was caused by a single gun-shot to the head. Her torn clothing was discovered a short distance away. Police are asking for information by anyone, hearing or seeing anything suspicious in that area. An autopsy is scheduled tomorrow to determine the exact cause of death and to gather the DNA evidence. The spokeswoman for the police seemed confident that the guilty person would be brought to justice.

Obituary Column

Tuesday Dec. 6.

The cremated remains of Lorraine Anderson, Wife and Mother, was laid to rest today in a ceremony attended by family and friends. Ms. Anderson was survived by her Husband, Montgomery and two Daughters, Sara, 17 and Melissa 15.