4 comments/ 47522 views/ 8 favorites The Actuary Couldn't Figure By: JRob There are some women who dress elegantly and look the Red Carpet part when they attend a black tie affair. That is, they fit perfectly into the night. They are beautiful, sexy and, well, perfect. Others are more at home being trashy, dressing down for the occasion. Their skirts are short, blouses low cut. These are the kind of women who are at home in a local tavern, where every movement is watched with anticipation by all the males, and some of the females present. Then there are women who, as my Uncle Bill used to say, "looked smart". He'd take me to the local park at lunchtime when I would visit him at work. While we were together, at least a couple times on the break, he's say "she looks smart" or "she's smart looking." It wasn't until a party at our house when I was home from college that he explained what he really meant by the term "smart". "It's not about a woman's brain, I just say smart because that makes everyone believe I am talking about a woman's mind," explained the man. "No, when I say smart it's because the woman looks mighty fine, carries herself well, and gets you hot in the loins. I guess I could say something like she's a looker, but that would get everyone up in arms. So I just say she's smart." Like the ZZ Top song about a smart dressed man, when my uncle spoke about a women who was smartly dressed it meant she was not only hot but beyond that. She'd have a certain flair and sexiness about her no matter what she was wearing, whether it was a man's shirt, down home jeans or an expensive gown. Stephanie McCann looked smart. My uncle's words came to mind the first time the Head Actuary on our business account came into the office. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn't elegant or trashy. Rather, she was a perfect specimen of womanhood, a beautiful woman who looked the part of an executive in her suit. I didn't have much interaction with her at first, but after a while my boss pawned her off on me. He didn't want to be bothered with all the basic numbers, only that they were right and reported on time. Stephanie's firm worked on a number of our health plans, the pricing of them, and also our pension plans. These were more than a hundred million dollars in cost, expense and value, and as a partner with the firm Stephanie had ultimate responsibility of the numbers being right. She had made partner the year before, and ours was her first case in that role. She had consulted with several other firms, gradually working up the ladder, so that now, at age 35, she was one of the youngest partners in her firm. Many of us thought she slept her way to the top, but that was unfair as the woman was clearly brilliant. Not just competent, she was an expert with the numbers. I once saw her stocking tops sneaking out from under her dress, a mistake on her part but a vision that came to me many times late at night when I thought about doing her in all kinds of compromising positions. She was so very beautiful, so very unattainable, so very exciting. Over the weeks we worked together, part-time really as she was only in the building a few times a month leaving her minions to do much of the heavy lifting, Stephanie came to rely on my advice and instinct. I was able to cut through some of the corporate bullshit, making her job a whole lot easier to do. We became friends, with her telling me about her husband, her likes and dislikes. The pretty woman had the world on a string. That is, until the valuation of our health plan. Look, mistakes happen. They happen in every job. But when you are in charge of a multimillion dollar account, making an error the kind Stephanie and her team did was career suicide. I won't bore you with all the details. Hell, it's all mumbo, jumbo math equations and Actuarial tables and life expectancies and...enough. The point is that late Friday night I heard her crying in the office we loaned her. The door was closed, but I could hear the whimpers nonetheless. It was late, nobody else was around, and I had merely stopped back to the office to pick up some items I had inadvertently left behind in my haste to leave. Knocking at the door, I wondered whether I was intruding. There was silence beyond, then the door opened. Stephanie had a make believe smile on her face but the running mascara belied her attempt to mask things. "Are you alright, Stephanie?" The pretty woman looked at me, shaking her head no. "I'm a good listener." She mumbled something about me not being able to understand, but reluctantly led me into her office. We spoke for a while, odds and ends kind of things, before she admitted the problem. She had made a mistake, a huge mistake, on the prior year's work. Not some simple, hide it under the rub, fix it now kind of thing, but a major career ending kind of mistake. The kind of mistake that causes financial reports to be restated, shareholders to revolt, and management aflame. Apparently she accidentally uncovered the problem and had been working diligently over the last couple weeks to isolate it and make sure it wouldn't happen again. She had interviewed associates, managers with the firm and company executives as well, all in the guise of a simple look back at how things went. It was serious. She briefed her boss of her concerns. The man went ballistic, knowing that such a mistake would cost the firm its reputation and a significant client, to say nothing of his own humongous annual bonus. He shouted at her to get to the bottom of the mess my the following week, find a weasel way out, and promised that if it was as bad as it could be, she would be sacked in disgrace. "I'll never get another job, I will lose my license," cried the woman. I listened, consoled her, and then asked the obvious question. "How could this happen, Stephanie?" Over the next two hours she explained what she knew. On one hand, the mistake didn't really cost the "real" company dollars. It all had to do with expectancies, projections and variables. But on the other, given the regulatory nature of our industry, it would require a complete restatement of financial results. That restatement would undoubtedly have a negative effect on the stock price, cost the shareholders millions and management their jobs. There was a lot on the line here. This was awful. There would be major repercussions. Probably even a guy like me would have his job at risk. It was that serious. The more we spoke about the problem, the more a gem of an idea came my way. Look, I'm all for corporate governance and protecting the financial statements and all that, but I am also a realist. If it really didn't effect true financial result and was only a figment of the Actuarial world, why couldn't something be worked out. Having worked with much of the front end data cleansing on the initial project, I had a good idea of the overall scope of things. I might not have a clue of what the numbers really meant, but I did know a thing or two about the numbers. That's what I do as an efficiency expert in IT. We left the office that night, me telling her everything would work out, with a promise of getting back together the following morning to go over the reports from soup to nuts, attempting to find a way to satisfy the management team and the government. The solution came to me at 3 a.m., startling me awake. I don't really know if I was dreaming, or if I was laying there thinking of the problem, or what. All I knew was that an idea hit me. That led me to the computer, where I started running illustrations and reports that, by 5 a.m., had the basis of hope. I fell back to sleep, struggling out of bed at 9. I stumbled into the office at 10 where I found Stephanie poring over documents. She was in a little better shape this morning, not a lot better, but better. "Good morning, Rob, or should I say good afternoon," was her best attempt at levity. "It's nice to see I can count on you with my ass on the line." I smiled at the woman. I not only thought about numbers overnight, but also that pretty ass. With a leer, I replied. "Your ass is on the line? Wow. I hope I can be on the receiving end of any giving of that pretty behind." The woman backed up in shock. Then she smiled and shook her head. "I might have to sell my ass to make ends meet after the Board gets through with me," said the woman. "I will never work again in the field, and the embarrassment would make me an outcast. Damn, I wish there was a way out of this but I can't think of a thing. I think this is really a major fuck up that can't be fixed. And it's so stupid because if I hadn't brought up the issue at all I don't think anyone would have ever known. In a couple years it would have all balanced out." It was now or never. "What if there was a way to make this right? What if it could be blamed on a computer mistake, something that could not be traced and that, in a couple years, would indeed all balance out on all the books? Clean and clear." Stephanie looked at me, surprised and excited. "I'd be forever thankful," said the woman. Nodding my head, I told her I knew that. "But I would be putting my ass on the line here, Stephanie, if this little escapade was uncovered I not only would be fired but I'd end up in jail. The government doesn't take kindly to these kinds of things. There are guys in Club Fed who thought they could manipulate the numbers." I paused for effect. "Would you be willing to put your ass on the line for a solution?" There, I said it. I threw the offer on the table. I asked a married woman for a little a quid pro quo, a little ass for a pass on the problem. I couldn't believe I said what I had said, I was such a cad. I was attempting to take advantage of a woman in the depths of despair. Stephanie, the Actuary, started calculating the options in her head. "Get out. Get out, you bastard." Hum, I think that was a no. And it was such a devious plan, too. I walked to my desk, wondering that the next call I received would be from HR or my boss talking about sexual harassment or something. Time stood still as I wondered how big a mistake I made. Right before lunch my phone rang. It was Stephanie's line calling. "Rob, you suddenly seem to be a bastard and a genius at the same time. I am really in a hard spot here. My career is on the line. Are you saying if I, uh, put out, you will get me out of this problem?" "Yes." "But I am married." "Yes, I know." "There must be another way." I let her know that I only knew of one way. "You are trying to make me a whore." "I am attempting to provide a service. Think of me as a mechanic, I am going to fix your problem. Make everything right. Clean up the mess. Don't you think I should be compensated for such difficult work? Or, if you had a pain and went to the doctor and he fixed you up good as new. You'd be happy to pay the price, right?" I liked that analogy. "Suppose you had a dreaded disease, cancer. He was a special doctor, who had the cure. But only for his price...would you pay it?" I hung up the phone and strode to her office, closing the door behind me. Stephanie looked at me as if I was crazy. On one hand, she sort of nodded her head, like she heard what I was saying and understood. But on the other I believe she was in shock. She stood, walked around behind her desk and then reached out and held the top of her chair, looking at the papers on her desk. I stood there, expecting her to explode. But she dismissively said she'd get back to me. I wasn't sure what to think. My mind was jumbled with the possibilities. What started, I thought, as a good idea was quickly turning into a potential nightmare. I waited, worried and waited some more. At lunchtime she called me into her office and firmly directed me to shut the door. She stared at me. It was if she was attempting to read my intentions. I stared back. Stephanie broke the ice. "So how about if I pay you. Name your price." I told her I did want significant payment, but it wasn't money. It was payment in kind. It was her ass. "You mean, have sex with me?" "Sounds as if you are recording me." She said she wasn't, but that didn't expel the worry from my mind. "What do you want?" "Let me spell it out for you. I will want to have sex with you, yes, but I especially want your ass. I want to fuck it." I paused for a little effect, and then continued. "The good old in and out, a real ass fuck. Period. No negotiation. And I want you to like it." I swear her jaw dropped. The look on her face was one of dismay and disbelief. "But I have never done that," she stammered. "I couldn't." Now that's the spirit, she's actually thinking about this. I stood there, gazing at her as she looked at the ground. Finally I broke the silence. "All the better. Look, you don't have a choice here, Stephanie. There aren't other options. I mean, you can just let things happen, get fired, and be blackballed from the industry. You will live with the disgrace, I guess. Do people's taxes or something. Or, you can play ball my way." She wanted time to think it over. I told her time wasn't something she had. "I think right now would be the time to make a decision. It's going to take me time to get this all done, to fix the problem, to save your job and professional reputation. This wasn't an easy thing for Stephanie to consider. She started crying, begging for another way out. I ignored her. The battle of wills took only about 10 minutes. "It won't be detected? The solution I mean?" I told her I didn't think so, I thought I could protect the project, deflect all concerns and make things right. I could do it quickly, it would be blamed on a computer malfunction, and that it would be fixed by Monday afternoon in time for her meeting with her boss. "Okay, Rob, I don't want this but I have to do it. I don't have a choice, do I? I agree." Smiling, I told her a blow job would seal the deal. "You didn't say anything about, uh, a blow job." "Consider it a down payment. The final payment can happen any time over the next year, at your convenience so to speak. Remember I will always have the key to turn you in, but I won't use that key unless you don't comply with my demands. That's the deal." I stood up, leaned against her desk, and unzipped my fly. I reached into my pants, adjusting things, but didn't pull out Mr. Happy. "Now, as I was saying...." Stephanie moved as if in a trance. She stood from her cushy seat, smoothed down her skirt. She walked to her office door, locking it. Looking into my eyes, then my crotch, she walked toward me. Balancing on her desk as she got down on her haunches and then reached out to grasp my manhood. She wormed her way around my underwear, grasping my cock and bringing it out for air. "On your knees, Stephanie, that would be better for me." Onto her knees she went, looking up at me as if asking if this pose was better. It was, and my dick throbbed to her touch. I was so glad I hadn't jerked off the night before. "Rub me on your face, your pretty face, Stephanie." If looks could kill I'd be six feet under. Instead, I was standing above the pretty woman as she rubbed my bulging cock on and about her face. She did it for a bit, maybe 30 seconds, and then concentrated on the task in her hand. The woman opened her mouth and began licking my cock, starting right down the shaft but ending up underneath and at my balls. That surprised me, because I thought she'd merely start sucking to get it over with. But she licked my cock for more than a minute before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around my horny cock. She worked her lips slowly down my shaft, taking in about three inches of cock meat before starting back toward the tip. She repeated the action several times before reaching up and grasping the base of my cock with her hand. There she was, the unapproachable married woman, sucking on my wang like a high school blow job queen on a date with the football quarterback. I basked in the sensations, loving each and every lick and suck on my cock. She worked the dick like a pro and I couldn't help thinking about how lucky her husband must be to have these lips at his beck and call. She looked so beautiful, in her own world. Her eyes were closed but she instinctively knew her way around a cock. The experienced combination of mouth and tongue quickly took me to the edge and soon I was spunking a copious load of man sauce into her wet and willing mouth. Stephanie tried to pull off my dick when I came, but my hands holding her head made sure her mouth stayed active on my dick. She had to swallow or choke, and swallowing won out. I left my dick in her mouth until it was fully spent. Slipping it out I rubbed it on her face before tucking it back into my pants. "It's time for me to get to work, Stephanie. I have a big problem to solve." * * * * * * The rest of the day was spent working on the problem. It wasn't as easy as I had thought, but my midnight Sunday the deed was complete. The problem was solved and only the person with the magic key --- me --- knew anything about how it was worked out. Stephanie didn't need to know the details, only that the problem was solved. On Monday morning I gave her chapter and verse about a yarn of a computer malfunction, of how the numbers were tied out just as she had expected. About how she could show her boss all was well, that her concern was merely a false alarm. Monday night she returned from her meeting with her boss with a big smile. "He's fine with the work, he complimented me at bringing the potential problem to his attention but was euphoric about it being much ado about nothing." We parted ways that night with her thanking me, but also with me reminding her that there was a certain payment required. She nodded and said she'd work something out. Thinking back, I believe she hoped the blow job would be the end of things, but she realized she was over the barrel. She agreed to the weekend. I did what I was supposed to do. She might not like it but she knew I held the winning hand. It's funny, but over the next couple months neither of us mentioned the rest of the deal. She was working on her timeframe, I guess, but I didn't pressure her. Every so often she said my day was coming. Every once in a while I had to remind her of our deal, and convinced her that her interest payment was a blow job. Twice I was able to have her munch my dick in her office. I have to tell you, it was quite erotic to have the married woman on her knees sucking me off like a wanton slut when in fact she was a powerful executive. Watching her in the act was exquisite. Once I convinced her she needed to keep paying on the debt she got into the act, almost as if she had no choice. I think that once she had the feeling she absolutely had to perform for me, she did it. It was almost as if she was relieved of any responsibility for her actions. I loved watching her blow me. The one time she knelt in front of her office chair with me in it. That was really good, as when we were really into it I could rock back and forth into her mouth. On that occasion my cum built up for several minutes before I pulled out and shot several copious volleys of man sauce that coated her face. She looked lovely. The other time was a quickie that couldn't have lasted more than three minutes. On this occasion I lifted her skirt and played with her ass while she was blowing me. That marvelous sensation alone brought the cum up my tube and into her busy pretty mouth. It was actually quite erotic to have the hold over the woman. One marvelous blow job occurred quite by chance. I ran into Stephanie heading into a local coffee shop. She was on her way shopping, I was on my way home from golf. I asked when we'd be sealing our deal and she blanched at the thought. The Actuary Couldn't Figure Pt. 02 (Part one of this story gave the background of my helping the Head Actuary who handled our business account out of a career wrecking jam. As payment for the miracle I worked to save her ass, she was going to repay me by giving me her virgin ass. Please read the first installment for all the details. Enjoy.) * Once Stephanie reluctantly agreed to seal our deal, I had to figure out a way to get my payment for saving her job and career while not drawing suspicions from co-workers and her inquisitive husband. It was not an easy task. I schemed for the 48 hours, trying to find the perfect spot for our romp. Her house was too dangerous, too many spying eyes, and there was no way my roomy would be quiet if I brought her to my place. Then it dawned on me. There was a swanky resort about 40 miles away, the one complete with a full spa, and didn't Stephanie deserve a little rest and relaxation after having worked so hard in recent weeks? And it catered to, shall I say, an older crowd. Don't think there would be a lot of family friends of either of us happening to head there for a spa vacation. Make a few calls, got the special off-season rate for Friday and Saturday nights, heck, it would be worth it. Called Stephanie and outlined the details. We'd meet after work at the resort at 7. I would have already checked in, and she'd merely meeting me in the lobby. We'd have dinner, a couple drinks, and then travel to a more erotic place. The week went by in a flash. On several occasions Stephanie attempted to talk be out of it, but, well, a deal is a deal, right? She wasn't happy, but, by the same token I had gotten her off the hook, saved her job, helped her get a big raise all while putting my ass on the line. How appropriate she had to put her ass on the line. I know that over the months since fixing the problem I'd had a special affection for her ass. It had always bedazzled me, but given the situation I found myself sneaking peaks at her when she walked the hallways. I'd fantasize about that ass, knowing that there was a great chance I not only would be seeing it bare but also banging it bareback. Still, I thought she might back out of the deal. So when I noticed from the bar that she was walking through the front doors of the resort I couldn't help but smile. She looked wonderful. She glanced around, not seeing me, and walked around the lobby. That gave me a good view of her swaying ass. After a bit I sauntered over to her. She was sitting awkwardly in the lobby, attempting to make busy with her phone, but I could see her eyes darting to a fro as she looked for me. When she saw me, our eyes met, and I swear she shivered a little at the sight of my presence. "Good evening, Rob." "Hello, Mrs. McCann, how are you tonight?" She looked around, and, seeing nobody within hearing distance, spat her answer. "How do you think I am, you bastard? I don't want to be here." "But you are, Mrs. McCann, you came here of your own free will," I said with a smile. "Come on, it's not that bad. This is a wonderful place! Lots of cherry and mahogany. And speaking of cherry, how's that ass of yours?" The woman started to smack me, but thought better of it. She clenched her fist, screwed up her face, and saw back into the large stuffed arm chair with the realization of our little deal was going to be satisfied. "Let's get it over with," said the woman. "This is not, as you say, by my own free will. You are forcing me." Smiling, I handed her a heavy metal room key. "We are in suite 309. Why don't you change into something for dinner? I will be up in a bit, but our reservation is for 8:15 so don't dally." I think she thought I'd take her right to the room and bang her, so the dinner and lack of pawing through her off her game. Resigned, she mentioned there was an overnight bag in her car. Taking her car key, I said I'd get it. A few minutes later I entered the suite and head the water running in the expansive bathroom. It was a bathroom for a queen, complete with a large bathtub, shower, bidet, two sinks and make up table. It overlooked the fields behind the hotel, and since we were in a high room one could prance around undressed and not be seen from outside. Knocking on the door, I said I had her bag. She demurely opened it, hiding behind and reaching out, and I gentlemanly looked away as I held out the bag. She said she'd only be a few minutes, but 15 minutes elapsed before the door opened. The wait was worth it. She wore a light blue dress with black stockings. The top was cut low, accentuating her breasts, and a large golden necklace graced her neck. She looked adorable and sexy. Complimenting her on her taste, we escaped the wonderful suite to the grand ballroom where dinner awaited. I won't bore you with the details, but let it be known that her plunging neckline was noticed by both men (who stared) and women (who growled at their husbands). Being in love with Stephanie's ass I hadn't really paid a lot of attention to her breasts, but they were on display like fine diamonds at a museum. After dinner we strolled the grounds of the resort under a near full moon, pausing at a gazebo adjacent to a lake to sit for a spell. As she had numerous times before, Stephanie attempted to get me to let her off the hook. She pleaded, throwing out her husband's honor, her kids' move and you name it. I halted conversation with a reminder that a deal was a deal, and that she wasn't little miss innocent. She screwed up royally at work, and then sucked on my dick on several occasions over the last months. Not exactly a perfect wife and mother, now, was she? We headed back to the suite, entering about 11. She wasn't going to hear the executioner's song, but it appeared as if she thought it was the same thing. Into the bathroom she went, and when she came out she looked adorable: A red baby doll nightie, with red panties underneath, and nothing else. I had changed into pajamas, dark red if you must know, and led her to the expansive bed. Shutting off the lights, I slipped inside the covers and slid over to her. "I had a great night, Stephanie, thanks for the good time." "Are we going to...uh...you know?" "Patience, Stephanie, patience. We've had a long day. Let's get a good night's sleep, why don't we." You could sense the reprieve hitting her. I swear she exhaled a deep breath. "You know, Stephanie, I sleep better when I'm, uh, not horny. And right now, with you in that wonderful nightie, I am very, very horny." "I should have known," said the girl, reaching over to caress my dick. "Men!" Stephanie slipped under the covers and played with my cock for a while, slowly stroking it to full attention. I couldn't see her, but that was okay, the sensations were intense as I could only tell by feel what she was doing. She got me hot as a firecracker and nearly brought me off with her hands. When she finally locked her lips to the tip of my dick it took every bit of control I had not to immediately cum in her mouth. Still, I couldn't have lasted more than a minute before she stroked and sucked the cum sauce from my cock into her wet, willing mouth. "That was incredible, Stephanie," I cooed as she moved out from under the covers. She didn't say anything, just moved up, fluffed her pillow, and then turned away from me. If she did this move to let me know she wasn't happy, her attempt failed. Because when she turned away her ass was right next to me. That perfect ass. Sliding over behind her, I settled my spent cock into a wedge of her ass, then moved an around her. I had held her all night long. The following morning I woke her at 7, ordering her up. "What, what?" she questioned, rubbing her eyes... "You have a spa appointment at 8, and breakfast will be here in 10 minutes. So, unless you want to let the delivery boy see you in your sexy undies I suggest you get up and get ready." Knowing full well I'd open the door to food whether she was partially clothed or worse, she escaped to the bathroom. Inside, she called out. "Spa?" "Yes, you have an appointment for the works. You deserve it." "You never cease to amaze me," was all she said before the shower started in the marble bathroom. Little did she know, as I was setting her up for a fall from my perspective. I just thought that if she was in a decent frame of mind she'd be more compliant. I know, I had the goods on her. Why else would a happily married woman be in the hotel suite of a co-worker? Still, I wanted a perfect weekend for me, of course, but wanted no repercussions down the road either. As she showered out breakfast came and I opened our curtains. The view of the gardens and distant hills (okay, we call them mountains, but anyone from the West would call the molehills) and the wonderful morning. Opening the sliding door brought in a bouquet of smells from the garden that was more than pleasant. Stephanie hadn't lost any of her modesty, re-entering the room dressed in sweats, looking wonderful in them. Not a bit sexy, more motherly, but that's okay. I'd get to see all I wanted in time. We shared coffee and assorted rolls before she whisked her way to the spa for her treatment while I prepared for my own treatment of her upon her return. Thinking of that wonderful ass, I wondered how hard it would be to conquer. I mean, she had agreed to give me her ass, but that didn't mean it would be easy and I wasn't an expert as fucking an ass. Still, she was going to do what I told her, so my preparation was merely to have lube ready to help the task. It didn't hurt that I'd received a handful of blow jobs from the woman over the last few months. They went a long way toward settling the ledger of me helping her out of the numbers jam at work. The nice thing about small digital cameras is they can easily hide between books and knick knacks on the wall shelves. I pointed the camera at the table where we had breakfast and smiled. What a perfect scene! Monique called from the spa just after noon. "You're, uh, wife just left. Have fun." I had told the spa staffer than Stephanie had needed a break, and that we had needed some quality time together. I let her know that Stephanie would be, uh, spending the afternoon in bed. Stephanie had received a massage, seaweed bath and facial before a bikini way and a second massage. Three full hours of pampering before I ravished her. I flipped on the camera when I heard her key in the door. "Oh, that was marvelous," said the naughty Actuary. "I think I will change and head down to the pool if that's okay with you." "In a couple minutes, Stephanie, I had a something else in mind..." She nodded, mentioning she figured I'd want a little afternoon delight. Like the perfect woman, she walked over and dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle my pants. Reaching into my boxers, she pulled out my cock. "Maybe this will get you in the mood to join me at the pool." Hum, that was a good thought. I watched as the woman licked my dick hard, and then began sucking the tip. She worked her tongue over and around the tip of my cock before tightening her lips and slowly working my cock into her mouth. It was as if her lips were locked to my dick, and the sensations were mind blowing. Stephanie worked my dick for several minutes before I pulled her to her feet. "I want to see you ass and touch it before I finish in your mouth." She looked questioningly at me but moved to my prods toward the breakfast table. Turning her toward it, I pushed her over it and slowly lowered her sweatpants making sure I held the cheeks of her ass as I pulled down the cotton covering. I left the sweats around her ankles, and then began lowering the flimsy red bikini panties. Dropping to my knees I began playing with her ass as my head bobbed toward it with kisses. I kissed each square inch of that perfect ass, spending some time in the cleft. "Be careful back there, it's sensitive," said the woman as my finger slid up and down between her ass cheeks. Licking that perfect ass was very erotic. My dick throbbed and I knew what I wanted. I heard her say she'd finish me off before she went to the pool, but it wasn't a blow job I wanted. I rose while keeping a hand on her back. "Gonna rub against you and cum," was all I said. I think that lowered her guard, because she didn't argue when I held open and played between her ass cheeks with my cock. "You have such a great ass, Stephanie, I love looking at it and feeling it," I said as I worked my fingers around front of her and then up and down her wet slit. "No pussy, Rob, remember?" She wasn't emphatic, but I said of course I wasn't going to fuck her precious pussy. I wanted to play with it, which I did, bringing out a moan when I slid my fingers around her clit. "Oh, that's hot," cooed the girl. "We shouldn't be doing this. Oh." Of course we shouldn't be doing this. She was married, but she was also in Dutch to me because of her mistakes at work. She was here because she had to be, and while it was totally wrong I think she actually thought I was a nice guy. I'm not. While bringing out the soft moans from the girl I maneuvered behind her. I rubbed my dick all over her backside, pushing under to get some of the wetness from her pussy on my dick. I told her I wouldn't be fucking her ass, at least not now, and that gave her some relief. And then I pushed my cock against her ass hole. I pushed a little, and then stabbed at it, pushing with all my weight. "Ah, you bastard," screamed the woman, "Stop it! Don't!" I pushed down on her back while continuing my push at her ass hole, hearing a distinctive "pop" as I got past the sphincter before pausing. The girl started to scream but I grabbed a napkin and held it over her mouth. She attempted to push back and push me away but I was like a boulder. My cock was wedged inside her ass and I pushed harder. The groan that came from her came from deep inside. It was like a caged animal, growling to scare me away but I wasn't budging. I remembered I hadn't lubed up my cock, but, well, the opportunity presented itself and what could I do? Really, what could I have done but push into her asshole? Glancing down I saw her trying to kick out her legs but the sweat pants around her ankles kept her secure. She attempted to slap back at me but with my full weight on her there wasn't room to make a swat with any power. And with the napkin cloaking her screams she couldn't cry out. All that was left was for me to push further inside her ass, which I slowly did. Inch by inch I pushed inside her ass. With each inch came more of a groan from the girl. It was more than erotic, it was fantastic. Her ass hole was perfect, and I loved moving into it. When I was in several inches I moved back a little then pushed more inside. Soon I was fucking her right up her pretty ass. I had no experience in ass fucking. Heck, I hadn't had all that much experience in fucking in general. But the sensations as I moved in and out of her ass were awesome. I moved my hand away from her mouth so I could get a little more leverage to push inside and she didn't scream. "You're a bastard, you fuck," said the breathless girl. "You promised you wouldn't." I just kept fucking her. In and out I went, and after a bit I swear Stephanie began to move with my motion. That was a ruse, though, as when she thought my defenses would be down she pushed back with her all in an attempt to get away. Luckily, I was able to repel the move and I thrust her back down on the table and pushed with my all into her ass. Balls deep, I skewered the woman on my cock and held still inside her. Every inch of my dick was in her bowels and I remained still as the girl tried to push away from me. Her actions brought sensations to my dick never felt before. Oh, I was fucking her in the ass, but it was she who was doing the fucking. The woman growled all kinds of curse words, curses I would never have thought she would have known. Curses which, if they could have been magically granted, would have left me ball-less with a chopped off dick. I just smiled and fucked her up the ass, making sure the camera was catching the action and giving it a big thumbs up. "Oh, you are killing me, you are killing me," cried out the girl as I wedged my cock into her ass. I started thinking of her husband and it brought be down from shooting my load. I guess I could have thought of snakes or something, but instead I thought of her husband. I was getting something he never had gotten, Stephanie's perfect ass. Still, the thought of the guy finding out quickly brought me a little down from a high. That only lasted a few seconds, because then I thought of how hot it would be for him to find out that his little lovely wife was being fucked in the ass. Would he beat me up or her? I smiled as I knew our little secret would be safe. Stephanie would never tell anyone about this act. Heck, then she'd have to admit to screwing up the company books, blowing me at will and getting her as fucked to boot. No, our secret would be safe. Fucking the girl harder I couldn't help but drive myself over the edge. I truly wanted to make this moment last forever, but Stephanie's ass was just a master of my dick. I may have wanted to hold back, but her ass had a completely different idea. If I hadn't known better I would have thought her ass was milking my cock. No thought or action could stop me from cumming. As I fucked her ass I felt the cum boil from deep in my balls. My dick began to erupt its sauce deep in her bowels in quick, firm spurts. I emptied my balls in her ass and continued to fuck her now moist ass hole for a minute or so before my dick began to come off its assfucking high. Holding still inside her for as long as I could, I began stroking her back and up toward her head. I played with her hair and told her how wonderful the fuck was. I reminded her a deal was a deal, and that it was well worth the wait. With a pop my cock moved out of her ass and I stood. Stephanie stayed bent over the table for a minute, gaining her composure I guess, as I stroked her perfect ass. Soon she pushed her way to her feet and she reached back and calmly stroked her backside. "That hurt, Rob, that was awful. You are a real bastard." "A deal was a deal, Stephanie," She turned and smacked my face. Okay, maybe I deserved that. But I smiled. "You are a bastard," said the girl, watching me smile at her while gliding backward away from any further Smack. "I could make you blow me now," She looked aghast at the thought of putting her mouth anywhere near the dick that had fucked her up the ass. Instead I reached out and took her to the bathroom. I drew a warm bath while holding her to me. "It's okay, it's over," was all I said as she cried on my shoulder. I slipped off her clothing and helped her into the bath. She kept looking at my cock, a look that I thought was one of hate. Leaving her to her own, I walked to the bidet and sat. I didn't want my back to the pissed off woman, but I did want to clean up. Fumbling around, I had never seen a bidet before, I figured out the faucets and began cleaning my cock. Lots of soap, I make it squeaky clean. Then I walked over to the bath and got into the massive tub with the woman I had just fucked up the ass. It was quite a feeling. Sure, it was without her true consent, but by the same token, she was going to get it up the ass sometime that weekend so it wasn't totally unexpected. All I knew was that it had felt tremendous. As I rubbed Stephanie's back I only hoped that the woman would make a mistake with the books once again in the future. The Actuary Couldn't Figure "I don't know, I don't know," she stammered. A deal's a deal, I reminded her, and then pointed toward her car. "I've always wanted to drive one of those," I said, pointing toward her BMW. "I'm in a hurry," she replied. "It will only take a minute, 10 minutes tops." Taking her keys, I jumped into the driver's seat while she entered the passenger side. Out of the parking lot we went, onto the interstate. There wasn't much traffic, and an idea struck. "Blow me." "What?" she asked, almost as if slapped. "Blow me.." "But there are cars, you're driving. I couldn't..." Unzipping my pants, I reminder her of our deal and pointed out there wasn't another car in sight. Just for a couple minutes, I lied, what harm could that be? She looked around, then reached over and began stroking my cock. Oh, it was good. But it wasn't enough. She maneuvered over and started licking my cock, just as I saw a truck in the distance. Hitting the accelerator I sped the car as she began lapping my manhood. The feelings were intense as I took the car to 70 and keep my eyes looking all over for cops. As I gained on the truck her ministrations quickened and I knew I couldn't last long. Pulling alongside the truck I glanced up through the moon roof. The trucker, a grizzled veteran, glanced over, did a double take, and then gave me the thumbs up signal. He watched as Stephanie sucked off my dick, and just the mere thought of her sucking and him watching sent me over the edge. I turned up the radio to mask the noise from outside. My dick began spurting a thick load of man sauce into her mouth as I fondled her ass. Stephanie started to move off the cock but I moved my hand up and held her on the meat, keeping her engaged in the blow job as I showed off for the trucker. Finally I allowed her to move off my cock, and she wiped her mouth with her blouse sleeve. Sitting back in the passenger seat, she finally noticed the truck beside us...and the onlooking eyes of the trucker. "Oh my god!" exclaimed the woman, pulling her hands to her face. HONK went the air horn of the truck. As I sped off she slapped my shoulder, but not too hard. We went down an exit ramp, the truck in hot pursuit, and I asked her if she wanted to blow our voyeur. Again, the killing look came my way, so I stopped at the end of the ramp, turned, then sped away and back toward town. "You are such a pervert. You are a bad, bad boy, I can't believe you did that. That was so embarrassing. What if a police officer came past? Laughing, I told her she'd have to use her mouth to get us out of a ticket. I believe she took that as a threat, not an opportunity. The following Monday she was demure and proper, but she gave me an evil smile and said that although I was a bad boy I did have certain good traits. "I have to admit that was hot, Mick (her husband) was treated to the fruits of your labor Saturday night...and Sunday morning too. But we have to end this soon." I reminded her that she had the key to that door, and she nodded. That was a good sign. I think she was worried about her scheme being detected or our "affair" being found out. In either case, I needed to be taken care of. The solution to her mistake had apparently worked, and worked well, and she knew if I continued to come up with my own interest payment scheme she'd be in deep trouble. It was time for the final payment, we both knew it. It was just a question of where, and when? That problem was solved in the next week, when she said Mick would be taking a business trip to the west coast that required a weekend stay. "Are you going with him?" She said she couldn't, month end work had to be done and she needed to be near the office. Near or in, I asked. Near. Problem solved.