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A Window of Opportunity

By: mutterguffin1



All characters are 18 years and up.

My buddy can be kind of a psycho sometimes. I've known him since we were kids but somewhere he developed a taste for living life on the edge. There is almost nothing you can't dare him to do. He has no fear. As a consequence he's been to jail a few times but never seems to learn. I worry about him. Wondering if one day he will cross the line too far and get himself really hurt or worse, killed. Of course he is always trying to drag me in on his adventures and sometimes I go along with it. He has a thing for the ladies and it is here that he and I see eye to eye. I am always game to pick up on some hot chicks. We both work at the shopping mall in different stores and keep an eye out for hot babes and it is there that I spotted you. What set you apart from all the other mall rats was your classy look. Although I usually have no problem picking up little chicken heads, you were obviously out of my league. But still I could not take my eyes off you. I would have to tell my buddy about you.

As luck would have it you went into the movie theater, alone I noted. This was perfect because my buddy and I were getting off work in an hour and most movies are at least two. It was the longest hour of my life. After clocking out from work I ran to my friends store and told him all about you. So we waited for you and when you came out he agreed that you were a bit out of our league. A pathetic attempt to try and chat you up in hopes of a phone number or some kind of future meeting was out of the question. Not to be discouraged though we agreed that if we weren't going to get your phone number that we were at least going to find out where you lived, even if it meant following you to the ends of the earth. Then my buddy asks,

"I wonder where she's parked? Let's haul ass, get the bikes and wait for her at the parking lot doors." 

We both own street motorbikes that were parked right by the parking lot doors that you were walking towards. We had no time to loose. We sprang for the stairs to get ahead of you. And got to our bikes just in time to see you walking out the mall doors. We were careful not to let you see us. We started up the bikes and watched to see where you parked. You were not parked far and we were not surprised to see that you were driving a nice Mercedes Benz. So we followed you at a safe comfortable distance. My heart was racing. This was the craziest thing I've ever done. There was no doubt you were heading for the nice part of town but we kept you insight. When you got to your house there was no fence with one of those automatic gates. No other cars were there which indicated that no one else lived there. I said, 

"Well, now what?" 

"Well, we know where she lives. What I think is that we should do some surveillance and watch her house for a few days and find out some things like who else lives here, who comes and goes, when do they come and go, does she have a dog, that kind of stuff." 

"Why would we want to find out that stuff? I mean what are we going to do, break in and rape her?" The look on his face was that of a mad man. The psychotic smile on his face answered my question. "Are you nuts bro? Are you completely fucking psycho? We can't break into her house and just rape her in cold blood." 

"Why the fuck not? You said it yourself, she's out of our league man. You'll never get a woman like that on your own merits. Face it dude, compared to her, were low life scum bags. The only way to get some pussy like that is to just take it. Just think of your dick sliding in and out of that high society pussy." 

"I have to admit, she is hot." 

"Hell yes she is. Best you'll ever get." 

"But what if we get caught?" 

"That's why we're going to watch the house till we find out what we need to know. If we see something that we don't like, then we'll call it off." 

"Okay man. Sounds good. Let's stay here for a while and see what happens." 

Over the next week, we watched the house every day after work. We dressed sort of up scale to fit in with wigs and sun glasses and walked up and down your street to watch your house. As far as we could tell, you lived alone with no dog. So when we were satisfied, we made plans to fine tune our caper and set a date. Two days later we were back at 3 am. We were dressed in all black with panty hose for a disguise and gloves. Before we went to the house my buddy said, 

"Now like I said before do not take your pants off or any clothes at all. The last thing we need is for her to scratch your skin and get some d.n.a. under her fingernails. Now did you remember to shave your dick?" 

"Yeah man. I look like a baby boy." 

"Good, how about condoms? Did you bring the condoms?" 

"Got em right here." 

"Good, then we're set. There will be no trace of us at all. When you cum just put it back in your pants and zip it up, condom and all. No prints, no hair, no cum, no skin, no nothing. We'll just come and go like ghosts. The cops won't find a thing." 

"Just one problem bro. How do we get in?" 

"You just leave that to me. Now fallow me and from here on out you are not to say another word. You got me? Not one word. Just fallow my lead and do what I say. Okay?" 

"Yeah man. Let's do this." 

Of course I had taken the necessary precautions by masturbating before so I was good and desensitized for you. I didn't want to cum too quick for you. I hoped that in some sick way you might even be turned on by it all. I have heard stories of chicks that get off by being taken by force. I was hoping that you were one of those chicks. A total slut behind a facade of class. I didn't want to rape you but I knew that I would never have you any other way. You were so hot and I had to have you at all costs. At any risk. My heart was racing again as we approached your house. It was a perfect night, not too hot and not too cold. First we checked all the doors, locked. Then the windows. Luckily you had a one story house. We tested all the windows then came to your bedroom. Then we saw the greatest thing. You were on your bed watching a porno flick and were masturbating. We looked at each other and gave each other the thumbs up. What happened next makes me think that you were almost expecting us. Your bedroom window was unlocked. Slowly, carefully, silently, my buddy jimmied the window with a large screw driver. The volume of the T.V. was up enough to mask any noise. Your window was out of view for you to see us come in. The window was now fully open and we quietly climbed into your bedroom. A surprise attack was imperative. My buddy gave me the sign to stay put. Silently he snuck up behind you and then quickly put his hand over your mouth to muffle your scream. He barked to me, 

"Close the window dude then grab her." 

I quickly jumped onto your bed and restrained your arms and legs. Then he whispered in your ear,

"Shhhhhhhhhh. Stop screaming lady and you won't get hurt. Did we interrupt you? I see you are watching my favorite show 'Dick and Jane'. What do you say we make a porno of our own? Hmm? Would you like that? Just to let you know, we're not here to rob you...... we're here to fuck you. If you cooperate you might even enjoy it. If you fight us we'll just tie you down, gag you and fuck that way. Anyway you slice it or dice it though you are getting fucked so you might as well just relax and enjoy it. Now my friend on top of you is not a very nice guy like me. If you do anything to upset him he's likely to do some very nasty painful things to you and frankly, I don't want to see anything happen to your pretty little face. It would be such a waste. Oh look, a new scene is coming up on the T.V. and oh my gosh it's a guy, guy, girl scene. What the fuck are the chances of that. Now remember about my friend and his ill temper. I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth and your not going to scream are you?" 

You shook your head no. 

"Good. That's just fine. Besides if you wake up the neighbors then you won't get to feel my friends big dick up inside you and I know your looking forward to that. Why watch it when you can do it right? In this case we can do both. Okay babe, I'm gonna let you go" 

You nodded okay. 

"What's your name baby?" Nervously you said, 

"Sh Sh Sharon." 

"Sharon. That's nice. Well, Sharon, tonight I'm going to rename you. Infact, I'm going to give you a few new names. For tonight I'm going to call you....... bitch... slut... cunt... whore...and anything else that comes to mind. From here on out you are no longer sweet little Sharon. You are slutty cunt whore fuck pig Sharon. You will act like a female dog in heat that is craving to be fucked by all the male dogs in the neighborhood. You will do exactly as I say and exactly as your told. If you do not do exactly as your told you will receive punishment in the form of a nice hard crack on your ass. Do you understand bitch? ANSWER ME YOU FUCKEN CUNT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU GOD DAMN FUCKEN FUCK SLUT!?" 

"Yyes I understand." 

"MASTER! CALL ME MASTER YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" 

"Mm master." 

"That's a good slut. That wasn't so hard. Now, you fucken whore, your gonna suck my friends dick and if you are thinking about biting down on his cock it may be the last thing that you do." I took my already rock hard cock out of my zipper and to my amazement you looked hungrily into my eyes. 

"Now start sucking his cock bitch. That's it. Suck that dick. Suck it. Suck it you mother fucking slut. You cock hungry bitch dog in heat. Suck his cock nice and hard. That's it, that's it. Suck that nice hard dick you fucking cunt. Faster, faster. Suck it. Suck that dick." 

Taking a cue from my buddy, I grabbed your head and started forcing you to suck my stiff cock fast, up and down. Holly shit. Your mouth was so tight around my swollen member. Then I let go of your head and just let you go at it. I thought I heard bells like the ones you hear when they release the horses at a horse race because as soon as I let go of your head you started going animal on my cock. After a few seconds of this I gave the cut throat sign to my buddy to say, any more and I may blow. 

"Okay slut that's enough. It's my turn now bitch. And while your working on my dick, my friend here is going to work on your cunt and ass with his tongue and mouth. 

"Yes master." 

For this I had to make a small hole in my panty hose for my mouth. Then I went to work. Your pussy was dripping fucking wet and smelled of the most powerful female pheromones I've ever smelled in my life. The smell was such a fucking turn on I could barely stand it. It prompted me to attack your cunt like an animal. Like a shark in a blood scent frenzy. In and out of your pussy flicking your clit with my tongue and scraping it with my teeth. Your moaning with my buddies cock in your mouth was so hot for my ears. I could tell that I was doing a good job. I began to use my entire mouth all over your now pouring wet cunt, drinking in your sweet, sweet female juices like a thirsty, dehydrated dog taking his first drink in days. And then my eyes caught the attention of your eye, winking at me. There it was all wrinkled and perky as I heard you beckon, 

"Please master. Please lick my asshole." 

With no hesitation I plunged my tongue deep inside your sweet asshole. Erotically, I could taste the left over shit from your last bathroom visit. The taste was surprisingly savory and I began tongue fucking your asshole like a piston. Faster and faster my tongue darting in and out of your puckered ass. I could feel your hips bucking back on my tongue. I decided to rub your clit with my fingers while I kept tonguing your ass deep. When my fingers started massaging your clit I heard more cock muffled screams from your stuffed mouth. You were getting ready to cum for the first time. I could almost feel the vibrations of your cum, rushing down the inner canals of your pussy. Then with a contorted toe curling arched back body orgasm you came right in my waiting mouth. Again I drank. I drank deeply, thirstily sucking every last drop of your sweet cum from your pussy.

My thirst quenched, it was time to fuck. It was time to feed your hungry cunt my perpetually hard cock. Into my pocket I went and tore open the wrapper of my condom with my teeth then put the wrapper back in my pocket. I kept thinking 'like ghosts we were never here,' no evidence we were ever here. I slipped the condom on and drove my cock into you until I felt our bones connect. My buddy spoke up, 

"That's it bro. Fuck that bitch good. Fuck the shit out of her. Oh yeah, that looks so fucken good. Fuck it. Fuck that fucken cunt. Fuck it hard." 

His taunting fueled me to start banging the crap out of you. Harder and harder, the sound of your ass slapping with the connection of my thrusting hips filled the room, over the noise of the T.V. slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. Your cock muffled cries vibrated through your body. Then my buddy spoke up again 

"Okay people, time for something new. It's time to fuck this bitch properly." 

A sparkle in your eye told me that you were praying that he was about to say what you were hoping for all night. 

"Were going to double fuck this whore." 

I swear you lit up like a god damn christmas tree at the sound of those words. 

"Okay bro, since you're already back there, let me get my condom on and I'll lay on my back and take her cunt. Okay with you?" 

I nodded like a little kid being offered ice cream from the ice cream truck. Now on his back, my buddy shoved his dick into her freshly fucked cunt and then it was my turn. I spat right on your eagerly awaiting asshole and slowly pushed my way into your tight, tight ass. Finally I was fully inside your ass till nothing showed but my hairless naked balls. The two of us inside you prompted a scream from you but my buddy was too far off in his own world to even care at this point. At first I started off slow, pulling out to just the head of my dick and then sinking back in the full length of my cock. Then I started picking up the pace just a little, not too fast, then faster. Your screams soon became moans of deep pleasure and satisfaction. Then faster still, not quite up to my full speed. Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, you were loving it so much. Then I went into full jackhammer mode, pounding the crap out of your nasty tight asshole. Unmercifully I disregarded your screams of pleasure and pain. Now the two of us were both in full fuck frenzy mode, practically splitting you in two. How could you be taking such punishment? But you were shouting, 

"I LOVE IT! PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME! OH GOD DON'T FUCKING STOP GOD DAMN YOU! Oh shit that feels so fucking good! I can't stand it! Oh god, I'm going to fucking cum! I'M GOING TO MOTHER FUCKING CUM GOD DAMN YOU! OH FUCK MY ASS AND CUNT YOU FUCKING BASTAAAARRRRDS! Oh shit that's it! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING COCKS YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! AAAAAAAAAAAA!" 

The words from her mouth were all I could take. I could not stand it any more. With a lions roar I exploded my cock deep inside your ass with one last mighty thrust of my hips. I heard the same of my buddy and oddly enough I heard the same of the T.V. We all came together. Making sure to pull out carefully and not to loose any of my cum on the sheets, I tucked my spent member back in my pants, condom and all and put him to bed. My buddy followed suit as he said, 

"Well Sharon, it's been a pleasure fucking the shit out of you, I must say. But now it's time for us to go. I don't believe we are going to have to worry about any police involvement here are we?" 

"No. I promise I won't say a thing." 

"Okay then, we will see our way out the same way we came in." 

Out the window we crawled and down the drive way we walked. From your window I heard you say, 

"I'll be sure to leave the window cracked open boys."

We both looked at each other and laughed, hopped on our bikes and sped off.

A Window of Opportunity



This story is pure romance with no cheating; it's intended for a special audience. The sex is there, but you've got to read for a while to get to it. This is a story of love denied for many years but ultimate a story of very special love finally shared. I had real trouble editing this story; my eyes kept filling with tears as I read it over and over again, because so much of it is very personal and very close to reality. 

The meeting was just beginning as new arrivals greeted old friends and met new ones in the reception area while many waited for their rooms to be ready for occupancy. The three most interesting women in the company were sitting together at the same table. 

There were over five hundred employees in attendance at this national sales meeting. Thanks to an aggressive recruiting policy, aimed at bringing more talented women into a traditionally male dominated industry and organization, there were now almost a hundred women; a decade earlier there had been only a handful. Many were relatively new hires--- young, recent college grads from top schools with top grades. 

While the old timers often joked about how much the scenery had improved over the years, there were only a few true head turners. The three in question were more mature, all having passed thirty and all having achieved marked success in a very competitive and demanding field. These women were aggressive, achievement oriented and tough business people. They had gained the respect of their peers, male and female. They had moved up quickly in recognition of their superior business acumen and, "take no prisoners" attitudes. 

Certainly these three were the most desirable women in the room. They were very attractive, with very well maintained hard bodies; they were also very interesting, intriguing, challenging and almost certainly unattainable. 

So many of the men in this room had wives and girl friends who neither understood the business nor really cared about it---and seldom wanted to talk about it. The divorce rate in the company was significantly higher than the norm. Second marriages between members of the sales group had become a more common phenomenon. 

This group worked very hard; few succeeded without long hours, numerous overnights and weekend work. Mediocrity didn't survive; you were either successful, pulling in a healthy six figure income, or you were gone. 

Many wives or girl friends at home increasingly resented the, "first family" which was the company and the business---and too often lost sight of the fact that their significant other's hard work and long hours provided a life style far better than their friends enjoyed. 

As a result, these three women were never without male company. Simply having an intelligent dialogue with a very attractive and desirable woman who could hold her own with any man in the room was an almost erotic experience. And one could always fantasize.

And fantasy was about as far as it would ever go. None of these three beauties had ever had a reputation; if you were married, you could forget it. If you were a very senior executive looking for a young consort, you could definitely forget it. If you were single, confident and successful and looking for more than a fling, there was a window of opportunity.

Two of the three had engaged in very covert relationships within the company---so covert that few, if any, had a clue until the day their engagements were announced. If either had engaged in indiscretions prior to their nuptials, no one had a clue. Marriage had taken two of them completely off the market, to the chagrin of the hopefuls who could now only imagine.

Jan and Toni were now married and seemingly very happily so; both had two children. Both were married to attractive and successful men a few years older who were also on the fast track to the top. Only Kay remained single; in her nine years with the company she had only met one man who rang her bell. She had never slept with him. He had been happily married and was no more inclined to cheat on his wife than she was to sleep with another woman's husband.

It had been an odd, platonic relationship. She had missed her window of opportunity with Brien; she had met him very soon after his second wedding to another similar young woman within the company family. Brien was absolutely devoted to his second wife; they were very best friends and madly in love. Kay and Brien's second wife Mary weren't peers; Mary was, at the time a couple of rungs higher on the corporate ladder, several years older than Kay but younger than Brien. Mary had unofficially mentored Kay and helped her career considerably…as had Brien. She owed the couple no small measure of her success. 

Kay had often been the third wheel with Brien and Mary. She had, on occasion, mildly flirted with Brien, but generally only when Mary was present. It had never caused offense; Mary was a very confident woman who had absolute and well founded confidence in Brien's fidelity. Brien and Mary adored each other and neither were the type to jeopardize a perfect relationship with a casual dalliance. In any event, Kay's relationship with Brien was decidedly more like older brother and little sister.

There had been one evening at a dressy awards dinner at a meeting just like this one. Mary and Brien worked in different groups within the organization and would thus be sitting at different tables. Mary had asked Kay to sit with her husband during dinner and the long, tedious string of big wig speeches which always accompanied these meetings. 

It was dress up night; Kay had chosen an astounding red silk evening dress which perfectly complemented her trim young form. She had even gone to the hotel/resort hair salon for that special cut and look, even allowing the attendant to do her makeup. Kay didn't really need makeup and seldom wore it. On the other hand, careful application of blush and eye accents turned an already stunning young woman into the number one head turner in the ballroom. And then there were the shoes…

Her sorority sisters back in college at one of the top ten universities in the nation---she had graduated Magna and been a cheer leader---called those shoes, PFMPs---"please fuck me pumps". Finally she had gone to the resort gift store and purchased a bottle of one of Brien's favorite perfumes. Mary had told her that she never wore it for work but only when she wanted Brien to fuck her---now. 

That night, Kay was the most gorgeous woman in the room. The red silk number with the provocative slit only accentuated her already exceptional legs and revealed a healthy expanse of creamy young thigh as she walked and when she sat down. Model thin at the time, Kay wore good clothes very well. The simple diamond choker made her Audrey Hepburn neck even more alluring. She was the envy of every woman in the room and desperately desired by every man.

Brien was chatting with his wife when Kay entered the room; as she approached the couple, she sensed just for a second that Brien saw her in a different light; the look was gone in an instant as Brien tenderly kissed Mary and the couple prepared to go to their respective tables.

"Wow, you clean up pretty good for a hick from Indiana!" Brien exclaimed.

Mary greeted Kay warmly and also commented on how stunning she looked, even joking about how busy Mary and Brien would be following the ceremony. Kay and Mary had never discussed Brien's sexual proclivity. Brien had never acted like the typical macho stud; she assumed that her two friends had a satisfactory sex life and left it at that. 

Brien was exceedingly handsome in his custom made tuxedo. Kay had a moment of wistfulness as she thought about how lucky Mary was. Brien was just a great guy, a good guy who was married to a friend and who had never behaved inappropriately to her or any of the other women in the company. He was that special man that you wanted to snuggle with in from of a crackling fire and grow old with. Kay had never had sexual thoughts about Brien but he had become a very special friend and she certainly, "loved" him as a friend and big brother.

As is often the case, the dinner chairs were very close together as the caterers tried to get a few too many diners at each table. At numerous times during dinner, Kay and Brien touched…hip to hip and thigh to thigh. 

Brien was very much the leader at this particular table, engaging everyone in conversation and drawing out the new hires. He was, as always, charming but unmistakably genuine. Brien didn't have a fake bone in his body; he was a straight shooter who made other people feel special. After dinner and desert, the ceremony began and conversations were restricted to one on one whispers during applause with the person closest. 

Brien put his arm on the back of Kay's chair, occasionally touching her shoulder; his lips were scant inches away from her ear. He made delightfully irreverent comments as each speaker rose to the dais; Kay had to bite her tongue to avoid laughing out loud. 

On more than one occasion Kay grabbed his thigh and squeezed, very hard, in a vain attempt to punish him for trying to make her laugh. Kay felt very privileged; Brien seldom showed this irreverent side in public. She had seen hints of it when she had spent time with Brien and Mary but never to this degree. She realized that he and Mary kept their mutual irreverence between them and that she was getting a special intimate glimpse of the real, private Brien that only his wife got to see.

On more than one occasion Brien touched her head or neck softly, moving his lips closer to her ear in an effort to share a particularly scathing comment about one or more of the blow hard senior executives. His hot breath on her neck excited her; when Brien's lips inadvertently brushed against her skin at her hair line, she felt the electricity of arousal and a distinct moistness between her legs. As the final speech ended, the lights came up and a band began to play; couples moved to the dance floor. Brien asked Kay to dance.

He was a perfect dancer, gently leading her with the firm pressure of his strong hand resting just above her exquisite little rump. They danced together twice, then switched partners as Mary and one of her peers came into view. Just before releasing her from his strong arms, Brien kissed her softly on the forehead, tightening his embrace for only a second. 

It was at that very second that Kay fell head over heels in love with Mary's husband Brien and knew that just being very good friends would never be enough.

Mary and Brien danced together a couple of times and then disappeared. Kay danced a few more times, resisted a couple of clumsy passes and then used the excuse of a trip to the ladies room to sneak back to her room. Throwing herself on the bed, Kay cried, completely spoiling the carefully applied evening makeup. Crying herself to sleep, Kay made the decision she knew she could not avoid.

The following morning, as tired and hung over revelers were gathering their luggage and checking out, Kay caught the eye of the senior vice president of her division.

"Ben, I need fifteen seconds of your time!"

"Kay, I'm all yours; take as long as you need."

"Ben, I've thought about it. I'll take the job."

"Kay! I'm shocked and thrilled, but I thought you were absolutely not interested in leaving the field for a corporate, 'face' job…what changed your mind?"

"Oh, I guess you were more convincing than you realized. I know I've got to do a stint in the corporate office sometime…now is as good a time as any."

Kay was gratified that the VP didn't push her on the subject. She would miss her friends; she would miss being where the action was, down in the trenches. Returning home later that day, she began sorting through her things, anxious first thing Monday morning to contact the relocation office and get things moving quickly. By the end of that week, Kay had moved into temporary accommodations a couple of miles from the company headquarters many miles away.

Mary took a lateral move to another division so that she could stay in the same geographic area her husband worked in. He had children from his first marriage and his responsibilities toward his kids increased dramatically as his first wife quickly remarried and became less interested in raising her children. 

The three friends fell out of touch. Kay saw Brien once over the ensuing eight years at a national trade show; they embraced affectionately. Without even thinking, she called him baby, as in, "I've missed you baby." They talked about getting together to talk over old times. They never did.

So here she was at the age thirty two sitting together with two good friends at the beginning of another meeting much like the one eight years earlier. Kay had gone through a couple of relationships that didn't pan out for one reason or another. Her career had flourished; she was now back in the field organization as a director, within a year of making VP. 

Her two friends showed her pictures of their beautiful children. She worked hard to hide her envy. They had great husbands, gorgeous kids and solid careers. She had the solid career and yearned for the missing pieces. Brien…he had to be just short of forty. She had occasionally viewed his name on some company, "atta boy" list. He had continued to excel. She had totally lost track of Mary and wondered if she would be in attendance.

Totally out of character, Kay blurted out what was on her mind.

"I'm jealous, ladies, damned jealous. Since it's very unlikely that I'm going to find my husband to be at this meeting, I at least need to get laid---desperately! No married men, no senior executives, something discrete and hard. Any suggestions?"

Jan and Toni both laughed so hard they almost fell over. Toni addressed the issue first.

"Kay, I'm really surprised at you! This is so unlike the girl I used to know---you've turned into a slut!"

Jan chimed in. "Kay, Toni and I have been out of the loop in that area for several years, but if truth be told we both spread our legs once or twice at one of these meetings…hell that's how we both found our husbands. But now, we're virtuous old married women with too damned much to lose to even think about fooling around. Are you looking for a fuck or a man for the ages?"

"Both…either…I just need to be held and screwed---beggars can't be choosy. Look, I love good sex as much as the next girl; right now I'll settle for okay sex. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I want a man to grow old with and if I ever find him and make that walk down the aisle, I'll be a very happy little girl even if the sex is just okay. But right now, I desperately need to get boned."

Toni spoke. "Well, this is a far more married company than it once was, other than the young kids we're hiring and I'm sure that would not be appropriate---hell one of the little bastards would probably file a sexual harassment suit if you came on to him---you are pretty senior now, and most of them are, well, not your type."

Jan added her thoughts. "There are a couple of recently divorced ones but they're either still in that vulnerable, fall in love with the first woman they fuck stage, or they're complete ass holes who are divorced for good reason. There are a couple of never married, "confirmed bachelor" types who are reputed to be pretty good in the sack and discrete but they have that, notch in the bed post attitude and every intention of fucking a different woman every night."

Toni interrupted. "No, Kay, I think I have just the answer to your prayers and he just walked in the doorway---and I believe you know him."

Kay looked up and her body froze. It was Brien…her Brien…Mary's Brien.

"Ladies, that is one of my favorite men in the world and last time I checked he was very married to a wonderful woman who was one of my very best friends when I was just starting out."

Toni and Jan were silent, fixing Kay with a quizzical gaze.

"You don't know, do you? Brien's a widower. Mary died in that airplane crash in Minneapolis almost three years ago. He took it very hard; it almost broke him. He had two kids to raise and buried himself in that responsibility and his work. Brien married his first wife pretty young, when he was in the Army, I think; his youngest just started college and his oldest is a sophomore. Mary was the absolute love of his life. I've, ah, well heard that he hasn't really even dated anyone since Mary died, other than a couple of meaningless flings."

Kay was wordless for a minute. "They were such a great couple; he was like a big brother to me. I always felt so safe with him. I never really thought of Brien romantically…well maybe once or twice…he was, still is, cute."

"Well, sweetie, I don't know that Brien is looking for wife number three but he's a neat guy and I'm sure he'd enjoy spending time with an old friend, and if you play your card right, you might just get a good romp in the hay." Jan said.

Taking the bull by the horns, Toni, stood up and went over to greet Brien and exchange a professional hug, then guided him back to the table. Brien and Jan exchanged a similar if slightly more familiar hug and then he came to Kay as she stood also.

Kay felt those strong arms go around her lithe body and it brought back the memory of that last dance. She felt so right; she fit so perfectly. Brien's lips brushed her ear. "It's been a long time, baby." He whispered softly, and all those feeling that had begun so many years before came rushing back.

Toni and Jan saw it and sensed it and decided wordlessly that it was time to depart. As the two women walked toward the door they chatted conspiratorially. 

"Do you think they've ever fucked before?"

"Not a chance! It's just not who they are. Brien was devoted to Mary and Kay wouldn't think of jumping in the sack with someone else's husband. They obviously haven't seen each other since Mary died...on the other hand, there did seem to be some sparks between them."

"Do you think she knows?"

Knows what?"

"Stop being obtuse, Toni, we've both fucked the man, you more recently than me. I did him just before he met Mary---hell I introduced them. I would have strolled down the aisle with that guy in a New York minute, but I wasn't his type---Mary was. You fucked him more recently, after Mary died and before you hooked up with your husband; you're more his type…what happened?"

"He wasn't ready and we both knew it. He hadn't remotely gotten over losing Mary. Plus, if truth be told, he wasn't---never would be---ready for me."

"Well, then you don't think she knows."

"I think she knows that he is one hell of a great guy, a straight shooter to the core and one of those special men you'd give up almost anything to spend the rest of your life with."

"Is he the best man you've ever known?"

"Yea, he is. My husband is a great guy…I love him…but guys like Brien are one in a billion."

"The best lover---best fuck---you've ever enjoyed?"

"Oh my God yes! Brien…no contest…it blew me away...a nice guy whose also a great fuck…the daily double!"

"Yea, same here. Do you think it might work out between them?"

"Time will tell; they're both great people…the last of the old fashioned straight shooters. It'd be pretty neat to see two people you really care about find real happiness...with each other."

Meanwhile back at the table, Kay and Brien were bringing each other up to date. Kay expressed her regret and sorrow over Mary's tragic death, telling Brien that she had only just found out a few minutes earlier. They moved on quickly, easily sliding back into the light hearted banter that had once been an integral part of their relationship.

"Babe, I was sure you'd have joined the Jan and Toni wives club by now. Other than the fact that your hairs a little longer…very nice, by the way…you're still the most beautiful girl in the room."




A Window of Opportunity



"I guess I'm just too damned picky, Brien and I can be a tough nut to handle…high maintenance is the correct term, I believe. I'm a romantic at heart…I admit it. I need to fall in love…be in love…I'm not interested in, 'settling'."

Kay demeanor became more kidding and cajoling. "That's the way you…you and Mary...trained me…never accept second best. He's got to be strong, comfortable with his own success, cute wouldn't hurt…he has to love me absolutely and be faithful to me forever. If he's good in bed, that would be a real plus."

Mary realized that her last words were almost certainly the only time she had ever even hinted at the subject of sex with Brien.

"Any good prospects on the horizon?"

Was he asking because he wanted to know if the window was open or just being friendly, Kay wondered?

Kay became slightly bolder. "Sorry to say that my love life---and my sex life---is decidedly dismal. You?"

"About the same, babe. After Mary died I went through a pretty rough time emotionally. We were in love…forever…you saw that. The kids were in their own high maintenance phase and work was very demanding…not much time for anything else. Not to mention the fact that other women I met…I'm pretty picky too."

Kay decided to go for it, albeit subtly. "And now?"

Brien was quiet for a moment. "You fall off the bicycle, you've got to climb back on, don't you?"

"Yes you do."

"Plus, I've made a pretty big decision. The kids are in college now and I need to change the way I'm living. This is not for publication, but this will probably be my last meeting with the company."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm perennially the number one or two guy in the company; they want to make a radical change in the way sales is compensated. There won't be any more million, half million or even quarter million dollar a year sales people. They're going to phase out the straight, unlimited commission program. It's not working with the younger people they're bringing in…bluntly they can't handle it. They're going to go to a salary, expenses and bonus program. Rather than sales running the company as it has been for decades, it's going to be far more management driven. You know how the CEO always talks about us, 'running our own business' and operating like a franchise? Well that's soon going to be over. In any event, there are only about a dozen of us, 'big hitters' left. They're going to buy us out. A few will also stay on as glorified consultants, the ones that are handling it well, aren't bitter and have something to contribute in developing a new sales training regimen."

"How are you going to make out in this deal…you certainly don't seem bitter?"

"Kay, I started college just after my seventeenth birthday. I dropped out of college and joined the Army at eighteen, got my degree in night school and a masters on the GI Bill, also in night school right after I went to work for the company at twenty-two---eighteen years ago. I resisted the lure of management and stayed in sales. My folks didn't have two dimes to rub together; we weren't dirt poor but certainly not flush. I got it. I learned quickly. Within a year I was making over a hundred thousand dollars a year at a time when that was a hell of a lot of money. My dad never made that in his five best years. I grew up with just enough financial insecurity to have that deep seated fear that it could all go away with little notice. If you remember back, Mary and I were never flashy. We virtually lived on one paycheck---the smaller one. I've grossed over a million a year for the last five years---and close to it in the five years before that. We were both savers. I went after the airline after Mary's death---I had the money to hire top legal counsel. I was also angry and pissed at their negligence and wanted to make them pay through the nose---which they did."

Pausing for a sip of water, Brien continued. "The company buy out is more than fair…and I never had to raise the specter of legal action…they knew if I left and took the other big hitters and their business with me, it could ruin them. It's actually a pretty creative program. They granted me enough points to be eligible for early retirement, it's as if they suddenly gave me seven more years of service---fourteen 'points'---which makes me eligible for early retirement as if I had twenty-five years. They'll end up paying me fifty percent of my top five years averaged, which amounts to over half a million a year for the rest of my life---and they'll still make money on the deal. Plus there's the consulting gig, for as long as we both find it beneficial, low hundreds and a Senior Vice President title. I could have gotten more on that end but I negotiated a distinctly, part-time arrangement. I'll do it as long as it's still fun…but I don't need it. Kay, in essence, I'm done. I've worked my butt off since I was fourteen; it's time for a change."

"What will you do?"

"Dote on my children, travel, buy a little farm somewhere, do something socially important---you know, give back---find time to fall in love again." Brien paused again, never letting his eyes leave hers. 

"Kay, I loved being in love. For a while I didn't think I ever could, you know, fall in love again. But I'm okay now…and it's time to take that jump, that risk. I was so complete with Mary…I want to feel that way again…for the rest of my life. I've come to the belief that Mary would expect me to do just that."

Kay so desperately wanted to blurt it out…could you fall in love with me, Brien? I've been in love with you far longer than you could even imagine.

"Brien…"

"Kay, I don't have any real official function here. If I skip out early on one of the rotators or products fairs or take a long lunch, no one is going to care. This is a marketing dog and pony show so you couldn't have too much to do officially. Let's spend some time together. There's really no one here I'd rather spend time with than you."

So we can fuck or fall in love…or both? Kay thought to herself. It didn't matter…well, yes it did. There was no one on earth she more wanted to be with than Brien…whatever the outcome. But could it be, could they…? 

Kay was upset with herself; she was always a very direct woman. Why didn't she just tell Brien the truth: I love you and I so desperately want to be in your arms that it hurts. I know you feel something for me…I just know it! Plus, I'm horny as hell, so since there's nothing on the agenda for the next four hours,just take me back to your room and make love to me…today and every day for the rest of my life.

"I'd like that Brien. I've got nothing on the schedule until the welcome dinner this evening, how about you?" Kay said, beginning to formulate a plan.

"Same here." Brien replied.

"Well, I need to put my clothes away, freshen up, change into something comfortable after the flight…and relax. I'm sure you're in the same boat. Why don't we meet somewhere in half and hour?"

"On the off chance that girls still take longer to do those things than guys do, why don't you come to my room when you're ready and we'll check out the resort facilities book and figure something out?"

"That'll work. What's your room number? Mine's 1107."

"It's 1888; you'll need a key card for the elevator---here, they gave me a spare."

"I'll be as close to thirty minutes as my femaleness allows." Kay said, as the two rose, and again embraced.

"I'm glad I found you again, babe. You're a very special woman." Brien whispered in her ear.

As Kaye walked to the elevator she knew she wanted to be more than a very special woman in Brien's life; she wanted to be the only special woman in his life. She so desperately wanted to go for it. What if he said no, that's not the way I feel about you? She needed to work on her courage; this meeting only lasted for three more days and a wakeup. Lose him now…again…and it might just be forever. Better that he said no than that she went away not knowing…never knowing. The window of opportunity…it could close so quickly.

How to dress for this, Kay thought to herself. Sexy, seductive…no that's not what she was there for. Just be Kay; he liked you…back when that's who you were, that bright eyed and bushy tailed Indiana farm girl. Just be you…modest shorts and a nice blouse…sandals…why not….you have pretty feet. You're not that bouncy twenty-four year old anymore; you're thirty-two…you're a woman…a woman with a little more curve where it counts than eight years ago…hell you were almost too thin back then. He's forty…he doesn't really look that much older…just a bit more distinguished…a little hint of gray…still in great shape…those eyes…that incredibly warm and knowing smile.

Brien returned to his room almost in a dream. He'd found Kay again…not that he had ever really gone looking for her…or had he? Certainly not when his dear Mary was alive and after…well, it had only been in the last year that he'd righted his emotional ship…given even a hint of a thought to the idea of love again. But it was Kay…he and Mary had both liked her so much…she had become almost one of the family. That night, that red dress…he had flirted with her…he had been physically attracted to her…she felt so good in his arms on the dance floor…he'd gotten a hard on…had she noticed? 

They had all gotten to know each other so well back then…now it was eight years later…how had she changed? How did she view him? He had less than four days to find out. They were working on opposite ends of the country; if there was something there---something that mattered…he…they…needed to find out over the next four days. Brien donned modest shorts, a nice shirt and sandals; before he knew it, she was standing at his door.

God she was so damned pretty; there was still that hint of the impressionable young MBA almost masked by the aura of the mature business woman she had become. Kay had been cute at twenty four…a young hottie in that damned red dress. At thirty-two she was beautiful, rather than cute. She wore the maturity very well; she'd filled out a bit. He'd always thought she was too thin eight years before. She was still damned hot…and a blond…Brien had never seriously even dated a blond…he'd married two brunettes. Where were they going?

There he was…the Brien she had always known and once fallen in love with…hell, still was in love with. Was he the same sweet, funny, caring guy she had known? He had always been so relaxed and comfortable with her…would he still be? Had events changed him? How in the world would the fact that they were both available change the way they interacted?

"Hi, babe, you look great, as usual." Brien said, taking her in his arms and hugging her tightly…brushing his lips against her hair line…the same way his lips had touched her that night…more than a business hug, less than a lover's embrace…those arms felt so damned good…she still fit perfectly in his arms. She never wanted the hug to end but propriety said it had to. Why did love between men and women have to be so difficult, so damned complicated? They both had the same thought at the same instant. 

Both wanted to say, "I love you. Do you love me? Good. Let's spend the rest of our lives together. Now that it settled, let's go to bed."

"I never drink the swill they serve at dinner at these meetings so I decided to open a bottle of my own early…can I pour you a glass?"

"Absolutely! Everything I know about wine you and Mary taught me. I've become quite the wine aficionado. I was such a bumpkin!"

Brien sat down next to her on the small sofa. "Okay, well, let's see…I guess we need to finish bringing each other up to date…why don't you start?"

Kay related her travels and travails of the past eight years. She spoke of her family and friends. She didn't talk about other men; there had been a few but none that were worth remembering. In short order she had brought Brien up to date on her current job and location in Los Angeles. 

Brien in turn related his saga. He had stayed in the same area in which they had all first met since that's where his business was. He talked a lot about his kids…the typically proud dad. Did he want more kids, Kay wondered? She knew that he and Mary had tried unsuccessfully due to a physical problem Mary had...endo something. 

Back then it seemed as if Mary got a lot of satisfaction out of being a step mother, particularly after Brien's first wife decided she no longer wanted residential custody of the children. She had met the kids a number of times…a boy and a girl one year apart…cute, smart and fun…just like their dad. They'd been ten and eleven back then and she had enjoyed being their big sister. At the end of the saga, Jim raised an issue that needed to be raised.

"Kay, Mary and I were disappointed when you took the corporate job. It certainly turned out okay career wise, but you were a special friend and we missed you…and you moved so damned quickly!"

"I had a change of heart. After careful consideration, I…" Kay paused in mid sentence. It was time for the bull shit to end…it was time to kick it up a notch.

"No more bull shit, Brien…we never did that to each other. I left because I had fallen hopelessly, madly, head over heels in love with a man…a married man…a man I could never have, or so I thought. I think the attraction was mutual, at least at some level. I cared about him---and his wife---too much to do anything remotely inappropriate. I knew how I felt and knew that it would be too impossibly painful to be around him on a regular basis. If he felt anything for me it would have been difficult for him too."

Brien was silent for a minute, but his deep blue eyes never left hers. He smiled and spoke.

"I sure hope you're going to tell me that you realized you loved this married man one night at a national meeting, like this one, while wearing an incredibly slinky and sexy red silk evening dress with a slit up the thigh, a diamond choker and PFMPs?"

Kay nodded but was unable to speak…he knew…he'd sensed it. Were they on the same wave length? Her mind was mush. Oh please Brien, I'm not feeling like the tough business executive right now…I'm back to being that impressionable little girl from a farm in Indiana; you've got to take the ball...you've got to be the man I know you are and take charge.

"Kay, you became such a very special part of my…our…life. I liked you the first time I met you. I grew to love you as a friend…as part of my family…but that night… I knew I was skating on thin ice. Mary was the first woman I ever really loved and I loved her with all of my heart and soul. And then you came along…that night, that dress…that perfume. At the time I wrote it off as pure lust…I was already in love with the woman of my dreams. When I saw you at that trade show a few years later, I knew I had to beat a path to the exit…I knew I couldn't spend time with you. It's good that you took the corporate job and moved away…I thought of you often. I even tracked you down…your phone number is written on a card by my phone. After Mary died, it would have been so unfair to draw you into my grief and anger. I came out of it in the last year. I even dialed the phone several times…so much time had passed…you'd moved on with your life…it was one night and one red dress…I knew how I felt about you but I was scared…afraid…"

To Kay's surprise, Brien stood up and began almost pacing. "Fuck! I'm rambling on like a complete idiot! Kay, dammit, there was no window of opportunity eight years ago…for either of us. There is now. I've got to know…hell, we've both got to know what it was, is, could be… One special evening? Infatuation? A crush on a mentor? A strong physical attraction to a young, attractive woman? It's become an obsession for me…if I'm not careful I'll turn into a stalker. When I look at you sitting there in front me…oh God you melt my heart. I'm a decent looking guy…I'm successful…I've dated over the last year…but no one comes close to grabbing my soul the way you do...always did."

Brien paused, but Kaye knew there was more. "I am not a man who gives his heart away easily; I've only done it once before in my forty years but if you want it, it yours…but it's got to be forever and all I ask is the same in return."

Brien sat back down and looked at her expectantly. No man had ever uttered such incredibly sweet words…if you want my heart it's yours…Kay started to cry softly. Yep…he was the man she knew he was and he'd taken the ball as far as was humanly possible. It was Kay's turn. Like the little farm girl she was at her center, she crawled into Brien's arms, holding on for dear life, letting her tears of joy, the pent up emotion of eight years of wondering and wishing escape. Those strong arms she had longed for were around her, protecting her…loving her.

Kay spoke softly. "Well, Brien, you covered all of the bases...you read my mind…I've gone though every one of those doubts and questions over the last eight years...not much sense in me rehashing it. Without even knowing it, you've had my heart all the time. Just one warning, Brien…I want it all…it has to be forever. Now I know there are things we need to work out, but, I'm taking you at your word. I accept your heart with sheer joy and officially give you mine in return. If we discover that it can't be, that we're terribly incompatible in some way, it's going to be crushing to both of us, so let's clear the decks quickly."

Kay left Brien's arms regretfully. She had regained a modicum of control. 

"Deal breakers, Brien…you've come to adore rap music, you've become a radical tree hugger, you drink light beer or white Zinfandel, you're a crack head, you've joined a weird cult or religion, you not interested in having more…"

"Babies?"

Kay nodded silently.

"How many?"

"Two, I would think."

"That works for me."

Kay was back in Brien's arms instantly. "I suppose none of the other issues I raised are relevant?"

"Not remotely."

"One other thing…"

"Yes?"

"Suppose we're absolutely awful together…in the sack, I mean?"

"I guess that would put a crimp on things." Brien said, checking his watch. "We've got almost three hours before we have to change for dinner…maybe we should find out?"

"Brien!" Kay said, nipping his ear lobe. "Are you trying to get in my pants?"

"Well, now that you mention it…yes! But you brought it up."

Reaching a slim hand down to the front of Brien's shorts, Kay spoke. "It's looks like I might have just brought something else up…oh, my, Brien…you are glad to see me!"

"Are we going to talk, or fuck?"

"Fuck."

The two lovers were naked in seconds and under the covers but they did not immediately fuck. They made out, they made love…and then they fucked.

Kay was neither a prude nor was she sexually inexperienced. She had found too often over her life dating back to her college days the need to tell a man what she needed…and not all took direction well. Brien needed none. He was an astounding kisser; they made out for almost half an hour like a couple of high school kids. Brien knew his way around a woman's body…her body. She was so excited, so ready by the time his lips and tongue found her special spot, that she came almost instantly. Quickly they had switched places…Kay was intent on providing the man she loved with the same degree of ecstasy which he had provided her. It was a big, hard, smooth cock…and she devoured it quickly.

Kay loved going down on a man, even a man that she was not terribly interested in. Cock sucking was an art and Kay had long ago become one of those special women that gets as much pleasure as she gives with her mouth. Brien came quickly; Kay sucked every last drop, extending his almost painful pleasure. Looking up into his eyes she smiled; he kissed her, sharing their essence.

"We're doing pretty well so far." Brien quipped.

To her surprise, Kay quickly discerned that in spite of her exceptional oral efforts, Brien was still very hard. "It's time for act two, baby…I want you inside me."




A Window of Opportunity



It wasn't the time for additional preliminaries for either of them; in seconds Brien's strong body was between her thighs as she bent her knees back against her breasts to give him optimum access to her hot, wet little pussy. And then he was inside her….deep…all the way inside her….he was so damned deep…his magnificent cock filled her so completely. He didn't move it for several minutes, reveling in the incredible hot tightness…making love to her firm young breasts with his lips…moving up and kissing her…her lips…her eye lids…softly nibbling her neck…and then he started a slow, rhythmic stroke with his wonderful cock…never missing a beat as he continued to lavish attention on her with his loving mouth. She wrapped her strong legs around his butt as he fucked her with his magnificent organ. She felt the distinct slap of his hard balls against her ass.

There is that magic moment between a man and a woman when both know that it is as it should be…the magic of first penetration…a woman taking a special man's cock deep inside her and knowing it is the only cock that should ever be there…a man making that special woman his woman forever…leaving his mark…his scent…his unique essence.

Kay and Brien made love together for a very long time…certainly a record for Kay…close to one for Brien… neither wanted it to ever end but too soon, the inevitable, unstoppable build began…Kay felt him stiffen…breathing faster…accelerating his thrusts. They came almost simultaneously…screaming, growling, groaning, whimpering.

"Oh, Kay, I love you…I love you…"

"I'm yours baby…I'm your woman…I love you…I've loved you for so long…like a dream come true…there could never be another…oh, Brien…"

They cuddled together, perfectly fitting in each others arms as it was meant to be. Neither spoke as the both reveled in the magic that had occurred between them. Kay could feel the moistness of her lover's eyes as hers too filled with tears…tears of joy…tears of love… not love lost but love found.

Kaye spoke first. "Well, baby, I think we 'laid' that barrier to rest…you're amazing…hell, we're amazing! I knew you were a great guy…a wonderful, special guy…but I had no idea…

"Well, I think you need to share in that credit; you're pretty damned amazing yourself!"

"What now?" Kay asked, pensively.

"Let's see. We do have a couple of issues to deal with---geography for one! We're on opposite ends of the country. On the other hand, there's nothing to keep me where I am now; the kids are gone---both on the west coast in college, as a matter of fact. As far as my consulting gig goes, the Corp doesn't care where I live; California is as close to the corporate HQ as Florida. I'll have everything transitioned in Florida within the month. I absolutely refuse to live in LA, but south of their down toward San Diego…maybe Delmar…somewhere on the coast in Orange County…I'd like that. I've got one kid in Santa Barbara and the other in San Francisco…that would work. But where do we ultimately want to be? Indiana? Damn it gets cold and snowy where you grew up!"

"Certainly not Indiana; my folks are even getting tired of the snow and are thinking about selling the farm and moving to the coast. I don't have any friends there anymore."

"What about your career?"

"Brien, I'd like to be a Vice President…that's less than a year—maybe sooner. It's just something I always promised my dad."

"I'm okay with that."

"Babies…I'm not a nanny kind of girl…I need to raise my own children. Once they come along, I need to be a mommy. I might want to go back to it someday, but not during those critical formative years."

"I'm more than okay with that…wouldn't have it any other way."

"Down the coast would be nice…Cardiff, Delmar…close to the Orange County airport, Twenty minutes or so, a little farther to the office in Ontario but I could probably move my office down to our facility near the race track."

"Who knows, we might love it down there and decide to stay…although someday I want some land, maybe a small farm, but we can figure that out."

"What about the wedding?"

"What wedding? You haven't asked me to marry you."

"Oops! You're right. Damn! I wanted to do this the right way…meet your parents…ask your dad for permission…down on one knee…slipping a ring on your finger…pledging my undying devotion. I'm a real traditional kind of guy."

"What are you doing after the meeting?"

"Nothing pressing, why?"

I'm going up to Indiana for a couple of days to see my folks---want to come along?"

"You bet."

"What about your folks?"

"Both deceased; they had me late in life. I have two brothers, both older."

"Well if you were to ask me to marry you and we did have a wedding, what about somewhere up in wine country? I've visited it a couple of times thanks to you and Mary piquing my interest…I loved it."

"You're reading my mind already…I was just thinking Napa or Sonoma."

"What about your kids---how are they going to feel about it?"

"You may have missed it but they loved you to death…they've asked about you often. We're very close; they'll be thrilled to see their dad happy and in love…again."

"Any more barriers we need to discuss?"

"Just one. I herby officially express my firm intent to marry you…I'm thinking a proposal in Indiana---if your dad says it's okay. What sort of answer can I expect?"

"A very firm an unequivocal yes, baby…did you really have any doubt?"

"No, just checking. A man should never take that sort of thing for granted."

"So, we've got almost forty-five minutes before we need to dress for the welcoming dinner." Kay said seductively, noting that Brien was certainly quite ready again.

"Are you suggesting a quicky before dinner?"

"No, I'm suggesting that we use the entire time allotted."

"You read my mind again."

The two new found lovers rolled around on the bed together, giggling and cavorting in blissful arousal. Brien had made love to her as no man had ever done…this time she wanted to be taken, possessed, fucked…fucked hard…even nasty. Brien read her mind.

Soon Kay was on her knees, lewdly wiggling her tight little rump in the air, feeling like a bitch in heat inviting the alpha dog of the pack to service her. Brien lavished attention on her cum drenched little cunt from behind even sneaking a tongue inside her tighter hole. Kay was consumed with animal lust…fuck me, Brien, ram that fat cock deep inside me…assert your ownership...I'm yours…now...forever.

Kay like so many successful, strong, tough, business woman expected to be treated with respect…but right now, in this bed, being delightfully mauled by the man of her dreams, she wanted to be his fuck toy. His little whore…his personal slut…his cunt. Fuck me hard...you're the boss right now…I'm your hot little cunt…I can deny your nothing…service your bitch you fucking stud.

Brien grasped Kay's fine young hips and thrust his long tool inside her steamy little quim…Her ass was so perfect…quivering in anticipation as he began to take her. And this was truly a taking, unlike their previous love making. This was the quintessential assertion of his maleness. 

Kay felt so delightfully submissive with her head down on the sheets and her tight little back side presented to her lover. Never submissive in the office, she derived a delicious almost perverted thrill from Brien's absolute domination of her body. She was giving herself to Brien…letting him have his way with her. It was so deliciously nasty and dirty. This was all about being fucked, drilled, impaled…and it turned them both on almost as much as making love together had aroused them. Brien slapped her firm little butt; Kay cried out in surprise, then whispered hoarsely..."yes!"

"Again! Slap my ass…show me who's boss…oh fuck…oh yea, a finger right in there…that's nasty…be nasty baby...fuck your little bitch…make me your woman…drill that little cunt…it's your tight little cunt…always."

Brien rammed his cock to the limit with each stroke, lifting Kay's body off the bed with each thrust.

"Take that cock, baby...all of it…your so fucking tight…tight little pussy…made to be fucked…made for cock...my cock...only my cock."

With a few minutes to spare before they both had to dress for dinner, Brien came deep inside Kay's willing little cunt, screaming her name, gasping in near exhaustion…more completely fulfilled than at any time he could recall. Rolling her over and taking her in his arms he kissed her gently, softly…lovingly.

"Wow!" Kay whispered.

"Yea, that's a pretty good word. You are one hot little minx…I had no idea."

"Well neither did I…I mean I always assumed…and the way you made love to me before…but this time...I felt like such a nasty little slut…your little slut…and you stuck your finger…so nasty…so wonderfully, delightfully nasty…no man has ever…"

"Ready to go again?" Brien quipped.

"You're joking!"

"Sadly I am. First, we've run out of time. Plus, I'm not ashamed to admit that at this very moment, I'm totally fucked out. It'd take me at least fifteen minutes to recover."

"Fifteen minutes?"

"Well maybe thirty…I am getting on in years."

"Look, old man. Even if I wasn't hopelessly, head over heels in love with you…have been since that special night…not to mention you're the most interesting, caring, funny wonderful man I've ever met---and did I mention that I love you? You're a fucking tiger in the sack…I would have settled for okay but you light me up like a Christmas tree! Look, dear, you may have figured out that I'm not a virgin…but I'm not a slut either…well except when you want me to be your slut. I've never slept around but I am thirty-two and I've had an occasional lover, some better than others…but my God!"

"Look dear heart, I wasn't sure how you'd be…in bed. One can always hope...and it wouldn't have mattered even if you only wanted to do it with the lights off in a flannel night gown but, young lady…well it's hard to do better than, 'wow!"

Kay grew quiet for a moment. "Brien, you loved Mary…she was the first true love of your life…I loved her too. I would have forgiven you if you had slipped…thank you for not doing so. I don't want to know if you loved her more…or if she was better…"

"Baby, Mary is gone…I loved her desperately…out sex life was wonderful. You never have to feel awkward about bringing her name up and I would ask you to be understanding over time if I relate something that we did together. You're alive and here in my arms and I love you…I want to love you until the day I die."

"Thank you baby." Kay was deep in thought.

"What's on your mind?"

"Not that it matters…and if you want to tell me it's none of my business….Let me start by saying I've never slept with anyone else within the company…tempted, but it never got past a furtive kiss after too many drinks at a late meeting. There is not much chance that you'll ever meet any of my former paramours. I can't believe you ever cheated on Mary…but before…and after…"

"Yes. Do you want to know who?"

"Sort of? Just in case it comes up in conversation? Maybe?"

"I slept with your two best friends in the company. Toni soon after Mary died, Jan before Mary and I were together. Jan was never my type and we both knew it, it was just physical. It was just a wild and wooly coupling during a meeting…the meeting at which Jan introduced me to Mary. Toni, under different circumstances, was my type but at the time I was an emotional basket case, not remotely over Mary's death, and in all honesty, if there was going to be another love of my life…well, I thought about you a lot. Toni and I were friends…she saw that I was hurting and we ended up in bed together. On the last day of the meeting I introduced her to her husband. Let me take candor to the extreme. Both Jan and Toni are, well, shit they're great fucks…decidedly nasty and adventurous. . Neither of them holds a candle to you and you must know by now that if I didn't jump your skinny little butt after that night eight years ago, I am decidedly a one woman man…I don't cheat…never have…never will...it's just not how I'm put together. But Toni did have that special thing she did with her…no, I'm fucking with you. Sex is important to me…I'm a sexual being…but love and trust mean even more."

"So I don't need to get any special tips from my girl friends about how to please you in the sack?"

"Well, you might ask Toni about that special thing she does with her…and then, Jan, as I remember was very flexible indeed."

"You're fucking with me!"

"Yep, sort of, now get that astounding little ass of yours back in some clothes. We need to get dressed for the welcoming dinner and at least show a modicum of decorum. I'm pretty sure we can't sit together and that sucks but maybe one of the new young hires will show up in a slinky silk dress to keep me entertained."

"You're taken…you're mine now."

"As it was meant to be, love, as it was meant to be."

"Can't we at least walk down together? A dramatic entrance would be fun."

"Absolutely! I'll be at your door at five minutes before the hour."

The red silk dress…Kay still had it…had never worn it again…for some impossible reason she had brought it with her. It still fit; her tits had grown a bit, but it just made the whole look more alluring…she had finally developed cleavage. She was a smidgen taller...it would show a tad more leg…expose a larger expanse of thigh. Eight years ago it would have slipped across her skinny little butt as she walked…now it would hug her fine back side more provocatively. And she still had the pumps and the diamond choker. Her hair was longer; she'd wear it up as she had that night when it had been shorter. A touch of blush, accent the eyes…yea, she was going for it. 

The company had changed the previous agenda; awards and the dressy gala would be tonight instead of the final night. The final dinner would be a more casual party-type affair. It was tonight or never.

Brien was punctual as usual. And there he was in that beautiful tuxedo…that beautiful man she would marry and love forever. And there she was, looking just like a princess…the rough and tumble, freshly scrubbed Indiana farm girl had magically become Cinderella and her Prince Charming stood before her, gazing in awe. And unlike the fairy tale, nothing awful was likely to happen at the stroke of midnight.

"Oh my God…" He exclaimed.

"I never wore it again…couldn't…don't know what made me bring it. But wearing it this evening just seemed so damned right. Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay. My God you are stunning...you were always cute, pretty, but you've grown way past that. You have to be the most beautiful woman in the world…and you're in love with me…which guarantees that I'm the luckiest man in the world."

Kissing her softly and then offering his arm, Brien spoke. "Your subjects await your entrance, my special princess, shall we go?"

"I like the sound of that…can I be your princess?"

"You already are."

It's hard to imagine two tough as nails sales executives finding their inner child together as Kay and Brien had done. They were giddy and playful almost bursting with the sheer joy and happiness that each had found in the other. There was simply no wall between them…no hidden places…no secrets. They were kids again and all the pressures of the grueling business world they both shared melted away when they were together.

It's difficult to get attention when you have five hundred type A people chatting excitedly about their first love, their business, along with the sporadic ass kissing that always occurs as these kind of events. The ball room of this particular resort hotel was sunken so that everyone descended a wide curved staircase to reach the dining floor. It was the typical scenario---an hour of drinking and chatting before dinner was served.

Now Brien was always one of the top sales executives in the company; he always won a bunch of awards and it was rumored that this year he would once again be the top earner and the top producer in the organization. Brien was universally liked and respected. He never acted like he was above the group and always befriended and encouraged the younger hires. He was very approachable. While certainly there were those who held him in awe and were at first intimidated by his accomplishments, their trepidation vanished as soon as they met him. Brien had an uncanny gift for putting names and faces together and remembering important personal details. In short he was both admired and beloved. Even the managers knew that first, you could always learn something valuable from talking to Brien and second that he was legitimately on a first name basis with the executive suite, more than simply a passing, "high, Brien", but friendship and respect.

Kay was also very well known within the ranks and in the executive suite. She had put together the hiring program which had brought over half the people in the room on board. She had spoken at numerous recruiting events and on college campuses. She had become the face of the corporation in its modernized recruiting efforts. She had directed training programs across the country in virtually every office. Having learned from Brien and Mary, she took her role as mentor very seriously. She was very well liked and tremendously respected. Many thought she might well rise to become the first woman COO or even CEO. And she was a looker…certainly one of the three or four most attractive women in the company. 

But tonight, this very special night, as she and Brien stood arm in arm together at the top of the staircase, she was breath taking; she had transcended head turning as an almost audible gasp filled the room and conversations faltered. She was an absolutely stunning young woman in an amazing silk dress, exuding confidence and bearing. To any in the room who had experienced it, she was obviously also a woman very much in love and that special glow only added to the magical aura. In the world of sales, Brien was royalty; as they descended the stairway on the appropriate red carpet, it was almost as if the royal couple had arrived. 

When both the COO and the CEO moved to the foot of the stairs to greet them, it only added to fantasy. Conversations within the room had become only hushed murmurs. The warm, familiar greeting between the two senior executives and the recently arriving couple only heightened the excitement. The crowd parted to provide a small degree of intimacy for the four to chat.

"These are two of my favorite people in the world, Jack." The CEO said to his colleague.

"I couldn't agree more, Frank." The COO replied.

"Kay, you look stunning, as always…Brien you don't look bad yourself. It's really nice to see you smiling again, Brien…this young lady brings out the best in you…as she does with everybody she meets." The CEO said with obvious affection.

"I couldn't agree more, Frank." Brien said, gripping Kay's hand tightly and touching his lips softly to her hair line…just as he had years before.

The CEO, an old romantic at heart, didn't miss anything and his eyes misted up as he knew instantly that something very special and sacred existed between these two special people. Giving Kay a fatherly hug he whispered in her ear.

"He's a very lucky man to have found you Kay...and you're a very lucky woman. Love him with all your heart…never let him go…he's one of the special ones…as are you. And I expect an invitation to the wedding----and I'll be there no matter where it is."

Kay and Brien worked their way through the room, greeting old friend and meeting new ones. A few minutes before the dinner was to begin, the Executive VP came up and stole her love away for a few minutes; Kay quickly found her two best friends, Toni and Jan.

"Brien, the old man wants you---you and Kay---to sit at the head table with him. It means the Human Resources VP and I need to get bumped, which is just fine with me---hell I see the old guy every day. The HR bitch was a little miffed, but she loves Kay to death, so once she found out she was giving up her seat for her, she's cool with it. I'll sit at your table and the dragon lady will sit with Kay's group. How's that sound?"




A Window of Opportunity



"I'm honored, Jack, particularly since this is probably the last one of these for me."

"Well, it's supposed to be a secret, but you're number one and you're getting a shit pile of awards so the walk to the stage will be a hell of a lot shorter." The COO commented.

As was his habit, Brien sought out the HR VP just to be sure there were no ruffled feathers. Brien was not particularly fond of the woman; she knew nothing about the business and had never been in the field but felt that she was due exalted status and respect. She was unimportant in the whole scheme of things but a little judicious ass kissing would ensure that an egotistical staff VP didn't have an opportunity to dampen the evening. He caught her between conversations and sidled up beside her.

"Joanne! That dress is exquisite and I love your hair…have you got a sec?"

Joanne wanted to dislike Brien; he was just a salesman, albeit a very successful one. He'd never been remotely in awe or afraid of her but nor had he been the least bit unfriendly. As part of a human resources task force she had chaired, he had not always agreed with her but in his disagreement had always been respectful and measured. Moreover, she hated to admit it, but he had been correct on virtually every point of disagreement. Even more impressive, he could have gone over her head---and probably won---but instead worked hard to win her over to his way of thinking. 

The CEO and COO adored him and much to her chagrin she had come to realize that there wasn't really anything to dislike about Brien. She had witnessed the grand entrance; Kay was one of her absolutely most favorite people in the company and if Kay thought Brien was pretty special, well, he was. 

Plus, she knew exactly why he wanted to talk to her. It was totally unnecessary, but he was going to thank her for giving up her seat at the head table. It was at that instant that Joanne realized exactly why Brien was held in such high esteem. It was his innate sensitivity to another person's feelings…caring enough to thank her when it was not necessary from a protocol standpoint. He didn't need to kiss her butt…um, that was a delicious thought…but he was going that extra mile. She felt a tinge of regret that she had not seen it sooner and worked harder at making Brien her friend rather than a potential adversary.

"Brien! Stunningly handsome as always. First, I know why you came looking for me and as deeply touched as I am by the gesture, it's completely unnecessary. You and Kay make a beautiful couple and you belong up there tonight. Secondly, you and I have locked horns on more than one occasion…my fault, not yours. I apologize for my bitchy intransigence. You've always had the best interests of the company in your heart...and I don't take criticism well."

Giving Brien an almost motherly hug, even though they were probably very close in age, Joanne whispered in Brien's ear.

"She's a very, very special woman and I love her to death…and I can see that you do too. Take good care of her or I'll track you down and beat you within an inch of your life…or worse!"

Brien was sure she meant it. They parted with a few more niceties, Brien wondering if she would have to be invited to the wedding. Still, she had shown real class and Brien was impressed with her change of heart.

As Brien searched for his bride to be, she was just finishing up with Jan and Toni.

"Well it's obvious you don't waste any time!" Jan exclaimed.

Kaye smiled. "It's a long story; I had feeling for him years ago…he was married...to my friend...I never told him how I felt…it wouldn't have been right. It turns out he felt something for me too…but he loved Mary…and now…"

"Oh I'm sure there'll be time for you to tell us the whole story. You've never looked more beautiful, Kay; you're so obviously in love and for what we saw, so is Brien." Tina said, softly.

Regaining her composure, Kay was back in control and decided to needle her good friends.

"You could have told me that you both fucked him."

Both women were at first surprised that Kay knew. "Wow, a little over four hours together and you've even had time to discuss sexual histories?"

Kaye smiled. "We covered a lot of ground this afternoon; I had to know. I asked him and you both know him well enough to know he'd be candid---very candid in fact. Toni, he alluded to something very special you did with your…"

"Mouth? Oh, my, how much do you know?"

"More than he told me now that you said, 'mouth'. Some time I want the details…I don't want my husband looking back longingly on the proclivities of a former lover. And Jan, Brien indicated that you were very…"

"Flexible?"

"I do believe that was exactly the word he used."

"Well, honey, no real secret there…hell you were a cheer leader and I'm sure with a little practice you can get your feet behind your…"

Toni move close to Kay and whispered in her ear. "I'm sure they don't teach it back on the farm in Indiana but, if you must know, I licked his tight little butt…and tongued fucked his shitter…and it drove him wild. As a matter of fact he very willingly reciprocated---which drove me wild…it was amazing…and then he…well, you'll figure it out when the time is right."

"Actually Brien never gave me any details on either of you, I just went fishing and you both took the bait. He's fond of both of you. His overall comment was, let me get this right, 'they're great fucks…decidedly nasty and adventurous… neither of them hold a candle to you'."

The three women laughed in unison. Jan spoke first, taking her good friend by the hand.

"Kay, you're one damned lucky woman. Brien is one in a trillion. It's so obvious that he is head over heels in love with you. You know damned well, in spite of your mid-western morals, that if Brien had come on to you eight years ago---you would have fucked him. As straight an arrow as he is, he is the most seductive man I've ever met; trust me. If Brien wants to go to bed with a woman….well he had my knickers off so damned quickly… But you and he didn't…until this afternoon…because he loved his wife…he loved Mary. He's just delightfully old fashioned enough to believe that wedding vows mean something. You're, 'his woman' now. You have nothing to worry about from me, Toni or any other woman in the world."

"Well, you girls still could have given me a hint about how…"

"Good he is in bed? And spoil the surprise? Look, Jan and I probably belong to an elite and relatively small group of women who would have said, 'I do' in a heartbeat after fucking Brien. You and Mary were different; he fell in love with Mary just the way he did with you; they were friends…special friends…before they ever hopped in the sack. I do recall a short conversation we had with Mary after she and Brien fucked for the first time. Jan had just had her fling with him a few months earlier…and frustrated me by telling me all the intimate details. I was absolutely prepared to make a move on him if things didn't work out between Brien and Mary. That morning Mary walked in---we were all at a task force meeting—with that shit eating, I-just-got-fucked smile on her face, I knew that my window of opportunity had passed. They were married a few months later…and you know the rest."

"Toni paused, then went on. "Look…about a year after Mary died, I ran into Brien at the reorganization task force meeting in Dallas. He was still an emotional basket case, just beginning to climb out of the depths. I desperately wanted to comfort him, but if truth be told, I also wanted his cock…and more if there was a chance. Bluntly, we fucked like rabbits for three nights. It might not have been very tender…Brien was still angry and frustrated. Did we make love? Not that I remember; we fucked…in every way you could imagine and even if there wasn't any love involved, the sex was…well you know, the damned guy is really, really good. I knew when we said our goodbyes after the meeting that he wasn't ready for a relationship then---and would never be ready for a long term relationship with me. Oh I made him smile between the sheets. So being the direct, in your face bitch I can often be, I asked him outright if he could ever fall in love again. I was fishing around to see if I had a chance. I'll never forget those word he spoke barely two minutes before he introduced me to the man I married."

He said. "Toni, I have to be in love to survive; having found true love once I'm not sure I can live without it. You're a sweet kid and a good friend, not to mention…well, the sex was very special. But hidden somewhere in my broken heart there is another…it's been a few years…I'm not ready yet…it wouldn't be fair to her…I'm not even sure if she feels anything…if there's a chance…but when I get my head screwed back on, I'm going to go find her and were going to find out if two dances and some innocent flirtation a few years ago meant what I want to believe it meant."

"Kay, I didn't really get it then but it's pretty clear tonight. He's carried you in his heart for a long time and it just makes me want to cry with joy to know that you two found each other…found each others hearts. You're going to have a great life, baby, and you both deserve all the happiness there is. Congratulations! And here comes the man himself!"

Toni and Jan drifted off to give Brien and Kay a modicum of private time. Brien brought Kay up to speed on the seating change.

"So what were you and the girls gossiping about?" Brien asked.

"Oh I was just getting some tips on how to satisfy the man I love from a couple of his former conquests."

"You're not going to let me live it down, are you? Well, you certainly don't need any further instruction. You're one damned fine little piece of ass, you little minx."

"I'm your fine little piece of ass, love of my life, still a girl has to work hard to keep her man interested and inspired in the bedroom. And I absolutely adore it when you call me your little minx. And both Jan and Toni had some interesting ideas that I might want to explore later this evening…"

Brien took Kay in his arms and kissed her. Being discrete no longer seemed sensible; even the CEO---hell the entire damned company---knew.

The gala evening went off without a hitch; Brien won every award he possibly could including the top earner and top producer. Kay beamed with pride and clapped madly every time he went up on stage. As the final award was presented, the one the CEO reserved for himself, the old man took Kay's arm and led her up there to make the final presentation with him. After the three posed for the award photo, the CEO stepped aside.

"Kiss your bride to be, Brien."

Brien took Kay in his arms and kissed her…for a long time…to the absolute delight of the gathering. The camera flashed, preserving the magic moment for eternity. As they returned to the head table, the curtain behind the stage opened and a band began to play…a slow one. Brien asked Kay to dance…just as he had so many nights before. Out of respect, the crowd gave the floor to Kay and Brien for the first dance.

So here she was once again, dancing with the man of her dreams, the man she had longed for for so many years. The man she never thought she'd ever be able to have. She fit in his arms just as perfectly as she had way back when. Tina and Jan beamed like proud parents. And somewhere up there, Mary looked down and smiled.