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Business & Pleasure Pt. 01

By: thesoundandfury



Chapter 1

"Kevin, Mrs. Giuliani is here to see you," Leah, the pretty blonde secretary, said, shielding her headset microphone with her hand. Kevin stood up, brushing out the wrinkles in his suit, and took a deep breath. "Good luck," the petite woman said as he passed, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up on her nose. He grew even more nervous.

Things had been changing quickly at DWW. The advertising firm had undergone a massive restructuring campaign. Most of the changes occurred on the management level, but the powers-that-be used the opportunity to smooth out any wrinkles they may have been facing, including most of Kevin's friends. Last year, they had pushed for more benefits and fairer wages and threatened strike if they didn't get what they wanted. Now, they were all out of jobs. All but Kevin, that was.

His department had been given a new boss. His old boss, Bob Monroe, had been transferred to Indianapolis – they called it a "promotion" – and all of his supervisors had faced the ax. Mrs. Adrianna Giuliani had been transferred from the New York offices to lead and everyone was fighting for a spot in the vacuum of middle management.

Today would be Kevin's first meeting with the new boss, and he was scared. She'd already let a couple of the people go, and transferred a few others to less than savory departments in the organization. She had power and she wasn't afraid to use it.

Kevin cracked open the double doors to her office. It was a spacious corner room. During the time of Bob Monroe, all the furniture had been dark oak and forest green. Now, everything had been replaced with a more feminine feel: lighter pines and creamy upholstery on the furniture. The periwinkle blue curtains had been tied open, giving a sumptuous view of downtown DC.

The carpet was plush, squishing comfortably under his feet. And sitting behind the desk was his new boss: Mrs. Giuliani.

She was younger than Kevin had expected: mid-thirties, perhaps. Very young to have achieved her position. Her dark hair was tied back in a severe bun and shined in the light of the morning sun as it slanted in through the window. She wore a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and was scribbling furiously at a pad of paper on her desk.

"Have a seat, Mr. Carter," his boss said. She spoke with an accent. Italian, he reasoned, given her name. He sat down in one of the two chairs facing her expansive desk. It was covered in papers, all organized in neat piles. An expensive looking silver laptop sat on one corner of the desk, closed, and Kevin could hear a desktop humming below.

A few awkward minutes passed as Kevin waited. The room was filled with nothing but that quiet hum and the sound of Mrs. Giuliani's pen scratch across the pad of paper. Kevin studied his new boss in more detail. The first thing that struck him about her was her beauty. He had seen beautiful women before – he was married to one, after all – but her high cheekbones and full lips, not to mention her dark, olive complexion and the deep line of cleavage that peaked above the scoop of her neck – marked her out as special. Her dark eyes, intent on whatever she was writing, were beautiful, surrounded by lush lashes and a perfect set of eye brows. Kevin was reminded of Monica Bellucci, or any number of beautiful Italian models. He was not reminded of any boss he had ever had in the past.

At last, she put down her pen, took her glasses off, and looked up. "I am sorry to be so rude, but I have been terribly busy." Her accent made him think of women in flowing white linen dresses and cute little villages surrounded by olive groves.

"No, I understand," Kevin said, trying to sound casual.

As she reached across her desk to retrieve a file, she bent forward and Kevin couldn't help it as his eyes slid down the top of her blouse. Her breasts were phenomenal, large and full, the same olive color as the rest of her skin.

When he was able to pull his eyes from her plentiful bosom, she was staring at him, an amused look flashing through her dark eyes. Kevin felt his cheeks grow hot and averted his gaze.

"I've been looking over your file, Kevin—do you mind if I call you Kevin?"

"Not at all," he said, still a little on edge from being caught staring lustfully at his new boss.

"Good. Now, I'm pretty impressed by what I see here, but..." She paused, closing the file and staring at him. Her lips were full, painted a dusty rose. Her tongue appeared in the corner of her mouth as though she were thinking. Kevin shivered. He felt a stirring in his pants and once again had to look away. He shouldn't be having such thoughts of his boss. "But I'm concerned with a couple of your actions in the past." The strike. "You could go far in this organization, Kevin. Your degree and your resume, not to mention the successful projects you've worked on, all point to a promotion. But you seem a little... how do I say this? Politically naïve?"

The way she described him – the tone in her accented voice – she may as well have been speaking with a child.

"I do not regret my actions in the past," he said, but his voice wavered.

She nodded, then stood up from behind her desk. In heels, she was just a little shorter than Kevin was. She walked around the desk to a cabinet along the side of the room, causing Kevin to have to shift uncomfortably to keep from facing away from her. His eyes flashed quickly down her buxom body. Her cream blouse was tucked into a tight – yet still professional – tan skirt that hugged her hips and legs down to about her mid-thigh. Her legs were long and shapely, the flawless olive skin gleaming smooth like satin. Her delicate, tan sandals added even more definition.

She poured herself a glass of water and turned, offering Kevin one. Again, she caught him staring at her full ass. He was quicker to recover, however, shaking his head and offering a polite, "No thank you," even though his throat was parched and dry.

"Suit yourself," she said and returned to the desk.

Rather than seating herself behind it, though, she leaned up against it, crossing her legs casually at the ankles and sipping at her glass.

She squinted at him, sizing him up. Kevin felt like an animal at market. "I haven't decided what to do with you, Kevin." She sighed. "But I have a pretty good idea..." Again, she tongued the corner of her mouth in thought.

"W-what?" he asked, cursing himself as his voice broke.

She just shook her head, a coy smile forming on her sexy lips. Her eyes flashed dangerously, then she masked them once again. Taking a deep breath, she was the composed business woman that had been scribbling as he entered. "I'm making my decision for assistant directors in the next few days. Leah will be sending the announcements via e-mail."

She returned to her seat. "You may go, Mr. Carter. Have a nice day."

She didn't even wait for him to leave before she turned to her laptop and began clicking away at the keys.

Chapter 2

"What does your schedule look like around lunch time?" Adrianna Giuliani asked before Kevin had a chance to say more than, "Hello." Her voice and her accent still had the power to quicken his pulse, even over the phone.

"Nothing," he said dumbly.

"Then I'd like you to join me for lunch. I have made us reservations at Sea Breeze. Meet me outside, quarter to one."

"Sounds great," he said nervously before hanging up.

He was five minutes early, not daring to upset the attractive supervisor. She was there, waiting for him.

They exchanged pleasantries on the short walk to the expensive seafood restaurant. Sea Breeze, at lunch time on the weekday, was filled with business men and women, busy talking on their power lunches. Kevin and his boss fit right in, only she was absolutely beautiful. Kevin caught their reflection in the paned glass and smiled. He felt like he complimented this woman fairly well. Young and athletic, his soft brown hair was still full and healthy, his clean shaven face bold with a strong jaw line. He'd been called handsome on more than a handful of occasions, and he felt confident that, were he single, he would have no problem getting a date on a Friday night.

"But I'm not that kind of person," Kevin explained to his boss as they sat on either side of a window-front table. She'd just asked him why he'd decided to settle down at such a young age – Kevin and Karen had been married when they were 21, a little over seven years ago. "I was never able to 'play the field,' as they say. I met Karen and I knew... she was the one."

"And now?" the dark haired brunette asked, sipping her wine elegantly.

Kevin paused. Things weren't the best at home. It was that clichéd "seven year itch." Things were getting familiar. Sex had gone from every day, to three times a week, to once a month. It wasn't as though he found Karen any less attractive than he did when they first met. If anything, she had grown more attractive. And he loved her more than life itself. But...

"We're good. Things are good."

She raised a manicured eyebrow at his answer, but let it go. "Kevin, I've asked you here because I wanted to talk about the company. And your future."

Her tone was neutral, her eyes and face smooth and unreadable. His heart froze. He held his breath.

"I have decided to promote you to deputy manager." Kevin's eyes flared, his heart fluttered. "You'll be working right under me. You'll be in charge when I'm out of the office." Kevin searched for words. "Unfortunately, this means that you won't be working as closely on the marketing projects. You'll have more of a supervisional role, but it means a promotion and a fairly large salary increase."

"I—thank you, Mrs. Giuliani..."

"My name's Adrianna." Her accent rolled over the "dr" of her name. "Call me Adrianna. If we're going to be working so closely together" was there a slight smile there? "then I'd feel more comfortable if you addressed me by my first name."

"Of course, Adrianna." It sounded strange, coming off his tongue. When she said it, it sounded playful yet elegant, familiar yet mysterious. When he said it, it just sounded clumsy.

"Shall we toast?" she asked, holding up her glass.

"To the future of DWW?" he said.

"To us," she said in return, clinking her glass against his.

Chapter 3

Kevin crashed through the front door of their townhouse, barely able to contain his excitement at the recent promotion. He heard his wife puttering around in the kitchen, preparing dinner for them. Just as she always did.

He stopped just inside the kitchen door, checking out his wife as she moved about the kitchen gracefully, singing and humming as she went. He shook his head, thinking once again how fortunate he was to have married such a beautiful woman. Even in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked stunning – granted, the t-shirt was small on her slender body, the jeans tight along her heart-shaped ass.

Kevin snuggled up against Karen's back, embracing her from behind. Her 5'6" frame was the perfect fit against him, and she cooed happily as he brushed her long red hair to the side and kissed her graceful white neck.

"What's gotten into you?" she giggled, turning around in his arms.

"Oh, nothing," he said, his smile nearly splitting his face in two. It infected his wife and soon, she too was smiling broadly, the mirth reflected in her large, green eyes. He brushed some more of the soft red hair from her eyes, tucking it gently over one of her elfin ears, and said, "I love you."

He brought his lips to hers, their tongues entwining together in passion – more passion than they'd shared with each other lately. When Kevin broke the kiss, Karen was out of breath and slightly flushed. "What has gotten into you?" she said again.

"Well, for one thing, I am married to the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the whole world!" She smirked at him, about to ask what else, but he spoke over her: "And I got a promotion today!"

"AHHH!!!" she screamed, hugging all the air out of him. "That's wonderful, honey!"

"Oh, baby, I love you so much! Now I can afford to buy you all the things that you've ever wanted. I can shower you with gifts like my queen deserves!"

"Oh, stop," she said, unable to stop smiling. "You're so silly."

"But first, we need to celebrate this promotion correctly."

"Wha—" she began as he scooped her up into his arms and began to walk her to the bedroom. "Honey, dinner..."

"Enough!" he commanded playfully. "We'll go out. But first..."

In the bedroom, he tossed her onto the queen mattress, then jumped on top of her. "I love your gentle touch," she said to him sarcastically.

He buried his head in her neck, menacing her with kisses. She giggled and laughed at first, hitting him lightly on the back to make him stop, but quickly, her laughter turned to sighs and gasps. She smelled fresh, her soft, slightly wavy hair smelled like berries. The sheets had just been washed, too, and the smell of the fabric softener mixed with the freshness of his wife.

"Mmmm... everything smells so clean!" Kevin said to his wife, pulling his lips from her neck at last.

"Wednesday. Laundry day," Karen said, pulling his face back down to her neck. "You started something. Now finish it, mister!"

Kevin laughed but did as he was told.

They moved with familiarity as they undressed one another. Karen had recently shaved, Kevin found as he pulled off her jeans and ran a hand up along the smooth contours of her long legs. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a white bra and panties. Kevin undressed, watching carefully as she popped the back clasp of her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts to his eyes. Karen wasn't chesty like his new boss, but her mounds were wonderfully proportioned to her slender and athletic body: pale like the rest of her, capped with two pink nipples and a light dusting of freckles.

Kevin dropped his head to those beautiful peaks, sucking in the quickly hardening nips. "Uhhh..." Karen gasped, closing her legs as she felt her pussy grow damp and excited. "God, that feels so good..." she sighed as he moved from one breast to the other.

Too soon, Kevin started his descent down to her honey pot. Kissing across her flat, toned stomach, he could already feel the heat radiating through her plain white panties. He licked once along the outside of her pussy, feeling the moist folds through the thin material. "Ohhhh!" his wife groaned. "Oh, Kev, yes!"

He pulled at the hem of her underwear, slowly drawing the last piece of clothing on his wife's body. He loved the flawlessness of her skin, the soft definition of her hipbone, the smooth roll of her hip as it was uncovered.

Pulling the panties the rest of the way off, he got a huge shock when his hungry eyes finally devoured her pussy: she'd done a little grooming down here! No, he corrected, not a little...

The normally thick, auburn bush was nearly completely gone, trimmed back and shaved away but for a little patch sitting right above her engorged clit. Karen giggled at his excitement, reaching down herself and brushed her fingers through the close-cropped stamp of fur. "You like it?" she asked innocently. "I thought you might. It's sooo sensitive." She giggled and ran her fingers down along the lips of her pussy, swollen and hairless. "And so soft. Feel for yourself."

Kevin reached his hand out, tracing the auburn pubic hair before slipping his fingers over her now smooth vagina. His wife sighed at the slight touch. Her bare lips were as soft as the inside of a baby's arm, or the spot behind a woman's ears. He ran his fingers along the folds of her vagina, then slid a finger into her wetness. "Ohhhh..." she gasped. She was incredibly aroused, he found, and had two fingers pushing in and out of her very quickly.

"Oh, Kevin! Yesss..."

He lowered his mouth to her slit, running his tongue up through what was left of her auburn bush before snaking back down, across her clit. "Ngh!" she gasped each time he made contact with her sensitive nub. "Ngh! UH!" Kevin sped up his ministrations, pumping her harder with his fingers as his tongue worked lightning over her clit.

Karen was in heaven. Her clit and pussy were on fire as her husband sucked and fingered away. Her shaven pussy was sending her to heights that she had never thought she could reach. She could feel everything that was happening. Her body was alive and everything felt good. Higher and higher she rose. She was close. She was so fucking close. "UH!! OH YESS!! KEV!!"

Kevin's fingers curled inside her slit, brushing across her g-spot. That's what did it. The opening of her cunt clamped down on her fingers. Kevin sucked her clit into his mouth as waves of ecstasy washed across her body. "NGHHH!!!"

Karen was an animal as she came on Kevin's face. She came harder than he could ever remember her cumming, her legs clamping around his head as her fingers ran wildly through his brown hair.

"Oh, Kevin..." she said at last, falling back on the bed limply. "Mmm... that was incredible."

Kevin ran his hand across her smooth pussy once again, stopping on the auburn patch. "I can't believe you did this," he said at last. "It's so sexy!"

She laughed. "I'm glad you like it, because I'm keeping it this way." She rolled over and kissed her husband on the lips.

"No complaints from me," Kevin said, delighted.

"Now, let's celebrate your promotion."

Chapter 4

The next day, Kevin began the process of moving into his new office. It was twice as big as his last one, down the hall and closer to Adrianna's. A note was taped to the door that morning, reading, "Please stop by my office around one. I have a few papers for you to sign to make your promotion official."

When Kevin walked over to his boss's office, however, Leah was out to lunch. He knocked politely on the double doors and got no answer, although it did swing open a little bit.

He peeked his head in. Empty, although he did hear the sound of a shower being shut off. Like all executives at DWW, Adrianna had a private bathroom and shower off her office, in case she was in a rush to a new meeting, or more unfortunately, had to work through the night.

"Hello?" he called out, entering the room. The door clicked shut behind him.

"Just one moment!" Adrianna's muffled Italian voice came from the bathroom.

A moment later, the door opened and his boss stepped out wearing nothing but a small, wet towel around her voluptuous body. Her dark hair was wet, the dampness causing it to grow wavy. The thin tan towel didn't do a very good job of covering her body, either. It was tucked between her large breasts, which stood up firm and round against her chest, and barely covered her full buttocks and the tops of her thighs. If she were to bend down, the towel wouldn't hide much.

The young supervisor couldn't take his eyes of the scantily clad Italian. He didn't know where to look. Her feet were barefoot, her toes painted maroon, just like her fingernails. His pulse quickened, his hands began to sweat. He gulped, clearing his voice and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'll come back later."

"Don't be silly," she said, holding the towel across her breasts with one hand as she walked over to her desk. "This will only take a moment." She was completely unembarrassed by her state of undress. In fact, Kevin thought to himself, she seemed to be teasing him, sashaying her hips as she walked more than Kevin thought necessary.

"Here, take these papers, read them over, and sign them." She handed him a sheaf of documents. "You can take them with you and give them to Leah later."

Was it his imagination, or did her fingers linger on his hand as she gave him the papers?

"Oh, and Kevin, I am planning a trip to Atlanta this weekend. I am meeting a few business relations there. I want you to join me." She started back for the shower room. "Sorry for the short notice. I trust this is not a problem." It wasn't really a question. Fortunately, it wasn't really a problem.


Business & Pleasure Pt. 01



"I'll have to speak with Karen, but it should be okay."

"Excellent!" she said, but there was little excitement in her voice. "Please shut the door on your way out."

Kevin gave the curvy European one last look, then left.

Chapter 5

"I'll miss you, I love you."

Karen and Kevin said their goodbyes at the airport, kissing one last time before he was swept through the security gate and into the terminal.

Adrianna was there and it was interesting to watch the meeting between the two women. They were so different, he thought. His boss was all class, sophistication, and style. He could never imagine her doing unglamorous things like watching Friends on TV, or vacuuming, or getting excited at a baseball game. Looking at his wife, it was easy for him to see her do all those things – not that she was any less attractive than the Italian. She was just more down-to-earth. She was the girl-next-door that any guy would feel comfortable around. She never intimidated others like Adrianna did, nor would she try, even if she could.

He was a little surprised that Adrianna wasn't wearing a stylish business suit that he was so used to seeing her wear. She had dressed down for the flight, choosing a pair of dark, skin tight designer jeans and an expensive looking sweater tank top that pronounced her phenomenal chest.

They talked about nothing substantial for the hour and a half long plane flight, but Adrianna still made Kevin feel uncomfortable. She would stare at him with those dark, intense eyes, as though she were reading his thoughts. And normally, his thoughts were centered around how attracted to her he was.

The meetings started practically as soon as they landed, and lasted late into the afternoon. When the last client had left, Adrianna turned to Kevin and said, "I'm famished. Would you like to grab dinner with me?"

They agreed to meet in the hotel lobby in forty-five minutes. "And Kevin... look nice."

Kevin was exhausted. Were it not for his groaning stomach, he probably would have passed on dinner and gone to bed. But it was only 7, after all. He called Karen and talked to her a few minutes before going to bed.

"Miss you," she said before they hung up.

"I miss you, too. I'll talk to you in the morning."

He showered, shaved – force of habit – and dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a white oxford, forgoing a tie. It was his own little rebellion, he thought to himself as he made his way to the elevators.

Adrianna was waiting for him, of course. And tonight, she was more stunning than he'd ever seen her. She wore a small, maroon cocktail dress that clung to her curves dangerously. It was low cut, held in place by thin, spaghetti straps that pulled her breasts up and out, offering a deep valley of cleavage. It was also short, displaying her shapely legs that were lengthened by the matching maroon heels she wore. She no longer looked like his professional, Italian boss. As they found a taxi, she looked like his date. Or he looked like hers.

"Will it always be this busy?" Kevin asked over dinner.

"What, like today?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Not busy like today. Not normally. But don't worry, I will keep you busy in other ways."

Kevin wasn't sure what she meant, so he just smiled and nodded. It wasn't good to upset the boss in the first week.

"So, what's your husband like?" Kevin asked, trying to change the subject.

"Roberto?" When she said his name, her eyes flickered away for a moment. It was the first time that Kevin had detected any kind of wistful, fawning quality in his new boss since they'd met. He saw love in her dark eyes, and finally thought, Now here is something I can relate to.

"Roberto and I have been married for nearly ten years." As she said it, her eyes were focused far away. "We met when I was visiting family in Southern Italy." She shook her head. "That was so long ago."

"You asked me once, so I think it's only fair, but are things still good?"

She looked at me slyly now, her predatory gaze returning. "Are you asking me about my love life, Mr. Carter?" Her eyes twinkled.

"N—no..." he stuttered and she laughed. "I—"

She waved her hand dismissively. "Things are good." She closed her eyes. "Things are wonderful." Her eye shadow was a light blue. She looked so exotic. So beautiful. When she opened them, she gave Kevin one of those thought-reading looks. "You want to know the secret to our marriage?"

Kevin gulped. He didn't think he did.

"We have an understanding with one another." Kevin felt his cheeks flush. An understanding? Was she talking about an open relationship?

"I see..." he nodded, trying to remain calm.

The Italian beauty placed a soft hand on his own and said, "I don't think you do. Not yet..."

Kevin withdrew his hand quickly, as though her hand was a hot iron, and shook his head. "I think this is inappropriate behavior, Mrs. Giuliani."

She raised her dark eyebrows in surprise. "Do you? Why? You want me. I can tell. A woman always knows. You have been looking at me all week. Even tonight, you have not been able to take your eyes off my breasts." It was true. But he thought he'd been more careful. How can any guy not look at such deep and beautiful cleavage.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm ready for the check." He raised his hand for the waiter.

She gave him a crooked smile but said nothing as they settled the bill. Kevin was nervous as they entered the elevator together. He hoped that someone else would share the ride with them, but the doors closed, leaving the two alone. The couple was quiet a moment, then Adrianna said softly, "You deny your feelings, Kevin. We're alone. Two consenting adults..."

He felt her hand brush along his arm, but kept looking forward, denying the stirring she was causing in his pants. "At least join me for a night cap."

Kevin sighed. He knew that he couldn't resist her. He nodded his consent, and the elevator doors lurched open.

She poured two glasses of Scotch and handed him one. As he watched the olive skinned goddess at the bar in her short dress, with those long legs and that long, shiny hair, he didn't know how he was going to be able to keep his integrity, but he resolved that he would share this glass with her, then excuse himself back to his own room.

Adrianna turned from the bar, and his eyes immediately flickered to the cleft between her breasts before he could stop himself. That dress was killing him. She strutted across the room, stepping close to him as she handed him the drink. A little too close.

His eyes shifted from her own dark eyes to her full, succulent lips. They were red and moist. They looked perfect for kissing. Or other things, he thought, blushing.

"Kevin," she said softly. Her teeth were so white. "I want you to look into my eyes, and tell me you don't want me."

He shifted his eyes back to hers, took a deep breath to steady himself, and said, "Adrianna. I don't want you."

A smile formed on the tips of those lips, and she batted her eye lashes at him. "Very good, but I just don't believe you." She ran a hand softly over his chest, down his body to cup his cock through his slacks. He was erect. He couldn't help it. He could feel the warmth of her body against him. Smell the body lotion she used to keep her skin so soft. She turned him on. She controlled him with her sexuality.

She began to rub his cock and whispered, "See. You're lying. Now I want you to kiss me."

He meant to shake his head. He meant to step back. He meant to tell her that she was behaving inappropriately for a boss. But when she tilted her head just slightly so, when her lips parted just enough, he couldn't stop himself. His mouth covered hers.

He felt her soft tongue prod at the entrance to his mouth, and his lips yielded. Her kiss was forceful, in control. Her tongue swirled and teased in his mouth, sliding along the backsides of his teeth and stroking his own tongue. And her hand never left his cock as it grew harder and harder through their heated kiss.

She broke the kiss, holding her head just out of reach of his lips. Her eyes studied his face, sharp and dark and passionate. Finding what she was looking for, she mashed her lips back down on his. Her hands shifted, began to unbutton his shirt. Frustrated by the slowness of the endeavor, she grasped the white oxford in both hands and pulled forcibly, popping the buttons as she ripped the shirt open.

"Nice chest," the Italian said as she caressed his upper body. Kevin had a slight tan from working shirtless in his small back yard, and his gym routine had developed his broad shoulders and chest to something that any woman could be happy with. She sloppily kissed him one more time, briefly, before nibbling and biting down to his nipples, taking each and swirling it with her talented tongue.

Her hands, meanwhile, were working his belt open. "Okay, Kevin. I'm going to give you the best blowjob you have ever experienced in your young life. I want you to get on the bed and take off your pants. The only man I kneel for is my husband."

At the mention of Adrianna's husband, Karen flashed through Kevin's mind. Beautiful, redheaded Karen, who was always so kind and loving and caring. She had never been this forceful, this commanding, in bed. It had always been Kevin who took control. As he looked at the exotic beauty before him, whose dark hair was a little mussed and whose eyes flashed with danger and impatience, his heart fluttered. So different than his wife. So much more exciting, part of him whispered.

He got on the bed, pulling off his slacks as he went and freeing his straining erection. He was very proud of his eight-and-a-half inches, as well as the thickness of his girth. What few lovers he'd had before Karen were always impressed with his manhood.

"Mmm..." Adrianna hummed as she watched Kevin disrobe. He was bigger than she'd thought. She was looking forward to this. She'd been looking forward to this ever since she'd laid eyes on the handsome man.

The sensations that Adrianna was able to produce with her mouth were indescribable. He watched as she slurped up and down along his shaft, her full lips carefully shielding her teeth from his sensitive skin. Her cheeks caved as she sucked, making her high cheekbones even more pronounced, and her tongue stroked and swirled in ways that caused him to shudder. But despite the heat and wetness of her mouth, he wasn't able to cum. She kept him on the very edge of release, varying the speed and pressure of her talented mouth and keeping his orgasm tightly within her control.

Her hands did not remain idle, either. Her right hand firmly gripped the base of his cock, pumping in unison with her slick mouth, as her left hand played gently with his balls. She pulled her mouth away from his erection – maintaining that desperate edge with her two hands – and said, "Kevin, do you want to cum in my mouth?"

Kevin nodded his head desperately. Even now, all he could think about what the pleasure she was bringing him with her hands. It was like she'd tapped into his pleasure cortex and knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy.

She smiled coyly and shook her head. "I'm afraid I could not hear you. What was your answer?"

"Yes," he whispered. She squeezed his balls quickly, giving his cock one quick jerk that nearly sent him over the edge.

"Yes what?" she asked, enjoying torturing her younger employer. "I want to hear it, Kevin. I want to hear you beg for it."

"I... I want to cum in your mouth. Please... let me cum in your mouth."

"Hmm..." she said in faux thought, "I'm not sure I'm that kind of woman. I mean, I wouldn't want you to think I'm some kind of slut..."

Kevin shook his head in earnest, his breath coming raggedly at her slow jerk. "No, I wouldn't think of you as a slut. Just... please..."

She smiled at him, rubbing her own saliva into the soft skin of his hard on, and said, "Okay then. If this is what you really want..."

She was lowering her mouth back to his erection before he could nod his head. "Uhhh..." he groaned as she encompassed the head of his cock in her warm and wet depths. He closed his eyes, the world disappearing but for the wet swirl of Adrianna's tongue, and the pressure of her hands and mouth.

He felt his balls tighten and his breath caught. Adrianna continued pumping him, harder and faster as his seed raced through his body and up his cock. His hands brushed through the dark locks of her hair, pulling her down onto him as his orgasm raced up and out, filling the warmth of her mouth. "OH! OHHHH!!" he groaned, louder than he'd ever moaned during orgasm.

She hadn't lied, that was the best blowjob he'd ever experienced, and one of the most satisfying climaxes of his life. At last, she pulled off him and licked her lips clean. It was strange, seeing another woman other than Karen between his legs. He loved his wife – thought she was the center of his world – but at that moment, her beauty paled in stark contrast to olive-skinned goddess before him.

Adrianna slid up next to him, making sure to run her hands along his nude body. "You have very nice shoulders," she commented, kissing him lightly along the muscles of his arm. "And a nice chest. And a nice collar bone." She kissed him in each place as she said them, light, butterfly kisses. "Nice, strong jaw. Wonderful nose. Sexy eyes. And lips..." Once again, their mouths met and fought. She was a little bit more gentle with him, coaxing his tongue into her mouth, then fighting it back into his.

"But best of all," she said, breaking the kiss, "is this beautiful cock of yours." Her hand slid down, through his pubic hair and to the base of his hardening member. "And you are going to fuck me with it." She kissed him quickly. "You are going to fuck me with it until you fill my aching pussy with your pleasure." One last kiss and she was sitting up on her knees, reaching behind her to unzip her tight, maroon dress.

Again, there was a flash of doubt and the image of his wife. That doubt disappeared as Adrianna pulled the dress down her body, unleashing the perfection of her olive-skinned swells. They were firm and round, her body seemingly a sculpture turned flesh. She tucked her thumbs under the rest of the dress, pushing it off her round hips and down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a small, black thong. The panties were so small and high cut that she must have little to no pubic hair, Kevin thought with a blush. That blush deepened when he realized he'd soon be finding out.

"I want you to take off my panties, Kevin. I am going to spread my legs for you, but I am going to let you do the fucking." Her accent made her dirty words seem romantic.

She leaned back on her arms, spreading her legs open for him. She had been teasing him so much all evening that he decided to tease her back. He lowered his mouth to her brown areolas, swirling the hard silver-dollars in his mouth and drew quick, heated gasps from this sexy woman. He grinded his once-again hard cock onto her panty-clad pussy, feeling the heat radiate through the thin material. She moaned, feeling the contact against her burning loins.

He kissed into the valley between her breasts. Her skin was impossibly soft, her breasts like pillows on either side of his face. He cupped them, squeezing them in either hand, using his thumbs to tweak her hard nipples as he made his wet descent down her body.

He played with her pussy through her panties, feeling her dampness through the thong. "Uh—ohh..." she moaned, her breath coming up short. "P—please—uh!"

It was all he wanted to hear. He pulled the tiny thong away, down her legs quickly, revealing the engorged lips of a pussy, whose beauty complimented the perfection of the rest of her body. She was smooth and hairless but for a narrow, inverted triangle of dark hair, the tip of which rested just above her swollen clit as though to say, "Suck here."

The pink folds of her inner lips were peeking out like a blossoming flower, her whole slit glistening with her leaking juices. He ran his tongue along the baby soft folds, enjoying the tangy taste of this beauty. She sucked in a ragged breath and closed her eyes, letting this man please her.

Kevin was good at what he was doing to her, but not good enough to replace the feeling of his hard cock sliding into her. At last, she grabbed his head and guided him up along her body. "I love what you're doing to me, but now it's time for you to fuck me."

Her fingers were already around his erection, positioning the cock at the moist opening of her bald lips. Their heads rested against one another, their breathing coming short and hard. "Kiss me," she hissed. "Kiss me as you push into me for the first time."

She gripped him behind the neck, pulling him down with her as she lay back on the bed. She brought his lips to hers as she felt him push forward with his hips, his large cock head penetrating the slippery folds.

She broke the kiss, moaning into his mouth. God that felt so good. There was absolutely no better feeling than a new cock as it drilled down into the depths of her womanhood. "Harder, baby. I have been waiting too long for this! Harder!"

He slid the rest of the way into her pussy, the base of his cock brushing against the hairless opening that stretched to accommodate him. She was a snug fit, tighter than his wife. Better than his wife?

The redhead disappeared from his thoughts once again as he retracted his cock nearly all the way, then pushed in again, harder this time. Their sweaty flesh beat together with a slap, and Adrianna wrapped her tanned legs around his back, locking her ankles together as this man, her new employee, satisfied her most primal lust.

The two raced along, faster and faster. The hotel room was filled with their moans and groans, the wet slapping of their copulation. Kevin forced his eyes open, watching as he pistoned in and out of his first woman – besides his wife – in over nine years. The warm, yellow light of the bedside lamp reflected the satin-like sheen of the woman before him, her body glistening with unworldly perfection. Her curves were soft, her breasts bounced lightly with each forward thrust. Her head was thrown back, baring her long neck that shimmered, just as the rest of her body. As the two coupled, Kevin realized that Adrianna was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Their climax came strong and simultaneous, the warmth and intensity of each others' orgasms sending their pleasure soaring higher and higher. His cum filled the velvet walls of her womanhood and her world shattered. She clawed at his back, pulling her down against him as they came. Her nipples were like little pebbles, scrapping against his chest as her finger nails bit deep into his back.

At last, he collapsed, the adrenaline of the moment no longer able to sustain him. He kept his softening member buried within her, but rested against her soft body.

She stroked his hair, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. He rolled off of her with a collective groan, and she reached into the nightstand to pull out a small cigarette. She offered him one, which he refused, and lit up. Neither spoke, still basking in the glow of their mutual pleasure.

It was in those next few minutes that the guilt began to pour in. Oh my God, what had he done? He had never been unfaithful to his wife. Never thought he would be. He prided himself on his loyalty. His fidelity. He no longer had that. How would he face her? How would he be able to live with himself? Would she forgive him?

"What's wrong?" the Italian minx asked, exhaling and then kissing him on the side of the neck. "You're not thinking about your little wife, are you?"

He nodded, shutting his eyes. Even now, even with all that guilt, he couldn't help but grow excited by the soft touch of this other woman. By her lilting accent.




Business & Pleasure Pt. 01



"You need to get past the guilt," she said softly. Her tone was sympathetic, yet the command was still there. He wanted to follow it. He wanted to let it go. But he couldn't. "She'll never need to know. It felt good, didn't it? I made you feel good, yes?" He nodded. He couldn't deny that. "How can something so good be bad?" she continued, rubbing his chest.

She took another puff off her cigarette, looking away as she exhaled. This wasn't working, so she decided to change tactics. "How can you be so certain that your wife has always been faithful to you?"

"W—what do you mean?"

"Well, how do you know she's not seeing someone else? Do you know where she is right now?"

"Yes. She's at home. Probably getting ready for bed. By herself." His words were confident, but she detected the seed of doubt buried underneath them. That was all she needed.

"You said yourself that you were having problems. Seven years is a long time to be married. I'm not saying that she is cheating, but..." She shrugged.

"Look, I'll prove it to you," he said. "I'll call her right now."

"Go ahead. I'm not suggesting she's out with someone right now. I'm just giving you the situation." Deep down, though, she held her breath. It wasn't entirely impossible that Karen, the good wife, was having an affair. Whether she picked up now or not, though, didn't matter too much. The doubt was there now.

Kevin got up, thinking for a moment that he should cover himself up. He looked at the brunette, who was laying there, one leg over the other, unashamed, and thought it a sign of weakness if he were to grab a towel.

He dialed his house and waited for his wife to answer. One ring. He'd prove to Adrianna that what she was saying was preposterous. Two rings. Karen was probably getting ready for bed. Or in bed. Maybe she'd turned in early? Three rings. Maybe she was asleep and didn't hear the phone... But the redhead was a light sleeper, and the phone was right next to the bed. Four rings. Kevin felt his face begin to flush and his heart beat faster. A wave of anxiety assaulted his stomach. Why wasn't she answering? The answering machine clicked on. He looked wildly around, his eyes locking onto Adrianna's dark eyes. They danced with amusement, and for one quick moment, he considered lying to her – pretending to talk to his wife. But his sharp-witted boss would know the fabrication right away.

He put the phone down gently. His body felt numb. "I'll... I'll try her cell phone. I'm sure she just went out with some friends." She nodded, her face neutral.

He picked up the phone again, dialing his wife's cell phone number. She picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" came her sweet voice. She sounded tired, her voice distant and breathy.

"Karen..." he began.

"Oh, hello, Kevin. What time is it?"

"Um... I think it's around 11? I'm not certain."

"Must have dozed off. I... thought you were going to call tomorrow morning."

That was a little suspicious. "I was just thinking about you, and wanted to tell you I love you and good night."

"That's so sweet," she said, sighing. Was she talking funny? Or was she just tired? "I love you, too. Thanks for calling..."

"No problem." There was something about this that was bothering him. "Hey, Karen? Are you at home?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?" Did she hesitate before answering?

"Well, I called there first, that's all."

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I must have missed it. I fell asleep in the living room." Ah, that explains it. Still... "Listen, I better get going. Thanks for waking me up. Can't get real quality sleep on the sofa."

"No problem. I love you. Talk to you tomorrow."

She laughed. "Good night, honey."

Not exactly the reassuring conversation that Kevin was looking for. He sat down on the bed, looking around. The reality of where he was returned to him. There he was, naked on the bed, next to the nude form of his beautiful lover.

"See?" he said. "Told you she was sleeping." There was absolutely no confidence in his statement. He felt bile rise in his throat. Tears began to blur his vision. He felt overwhelmed.

"There, there," came a soft, Italian voice. He felt gentle arms surround him, cradle him. Comfort him. "You are thinking too much, my dear. What's done is done. Nothing can be changed that's in the past, so why worry about it?"

He felt her full lips kiss his neck, his jaw. She felt so good. Her nakedness felt so good against his own. His cock stirred, began to swell. "I want you to put everything out of your head, and concentrate on one thing..." He felt warm fingers encircle his semi-flaccid cock. "My body is yours. I'm offering myself to you, Kevin. Take me. Take me all night long."

He drew a deep breath. His body was responding quickly to her touch. He turned to face her, their eyes locking together. So beautiful. So desirable. At last, he listened to his voice, pushing all his worries away. He gave in to the moment. He gave in to his desire. He slid his hand up her body, feeling the ripples of her ribcage give way to the softness of her full breasts.



Business & Pleasure Pt. 02



Author's note: This is a slight revision of Business and Pleasure: Part II, posted on July 19, 2003. After nearly a year's hiatus from the story, I have decided to return to it, fix up the place a little – cleaning up any grammar and inconsistency mistakes it may have had – and hopefully finishing it. Or at least adding to it. So enjoy, if you haven't already, and write me, even if you have already. It's your feedback that helped me return, and it's your feedback that will help me continue. 

Part II: The Hammond Account

The lines between business and pleasure continue to blur.

Chapter 1

Leah knew something was going on between Mrs. Giuliani and Mr. Carter. Three weeks had passed since the restructuring process, and in that time, the two had taken a few too many long "lunch meetings," and at least three times a week, the new Italian boss had called Kevin in for an "emergency planning meeting," asking Leah to hold her calls.

Leah might have been blonde, but she certainly wasn't stupid. The idea that the two of them were carrying on an affair in the office didn't sit well with the 24-year-old. She had known Kevin for several years now, ever since she started here, and had always liked him. He possessed all the upstanding qualities that she found attractive and appealing in a man: he was genuine, kind, hard-working, and loving. If he wasn't married, she would have pursued him herself.

It didn't help matters that she knew Kevin's pretty wife. They weren't good friends, but they worked out at the same gym, and Leah had eaten dinner at the Carters on more than one occasion. When Mrs. Giuliani first started working here, Leah had let it slip that she knew Karen. The stunning Italian hadn't said anything at the time, but it was one of the first things to come up after the fateful business trip to Atlanta.

"You said that you knew Mrs. Carter?" the Italian asked, off-handedly.

"Yes, a little. She works out at my gym. We bump into each other from time to time."

The olive-skinned woman nodded. "Interesting. What kind of woman is she?"

"Karen? She's a very friendly woman. Pretty, too. She always greets me with a smile, and I always feel very comfortable around her." She doesn't intimidate me like you do, the blonde almost added, biting her tongue.

"I see..." Adrianna said, lost in thought. How could she phrase this without sounding suspicious? "I've been talking to Kevin and... I'm a little concerned about his home life. How do I say this?" she hesitated, playing off the language barrier that didn't really exist. "Has Karen been hanging around with anyone more than normal at the gym? Another man, perhaps?" She had to see if her suspicions – the same ones she planted in Kevin's head over the weekend – were founded.

Leah thought a moment, then shook her head. "No, no more than usual." This was the first time that Leah began to suspect something more than a business relationship between the Kevin and her boss, and because at the time it seemed ludicrous, she took the question at face value. "Actually, she's begun to work with a new personal trainer more often. Guy named... Joe. Younger guy. Very fit."

Adrianna nodded.

"Why? Do you think Karen's having an affair? That's pretty crazy. I've seen Kevin and her together. If you saw them, you'd know how impossible that would be."

Still in thought, the brunette nodded, then shook her head, smiling. "Yes. You are probably right. Forget I asked."

Two weeks later, Leah thought back to that conversation and wondered if maybe her shrewd boss was up to something. She always liked to think the best of people, but she couldn't trust this woman.

Chapter 2

This has to stop, Kevin thought once again as he entered Adrianna's office, locking the door. This affair had gone on long enough, he reasoned, and it was tearing his life apart. Not only did he dread coming to work, but he dreaded going home. And because of all the doubt swimming around in his head, he couldn't even find comfort in Karen's arms, too busy was he wondering if she was taking her own comfort in another.

Adrianna was in the shower room when he came in, dumping himself in the couch against the wall. It had been two weeks since the weekend in Atlanta. At first, Kevin tried to fool himself into thinking that what happened there was a one-time thing. The two were far from home, away from their own lovers, and sought comfort in one another's arms. It was a thing of passion. That was all.

But Monday morning, Adrianna had called Kevin in for an "emergency meeting," which turned into an hour long romp on her wide desk. Kevin couldn't help himself. Adrianna was like a wet dream come to life. No man could resist her.

He returned home to Karen, exhausted both mentally and physically. When she wanted to fool around, he gave her the "I'm too tired tonight," line and wandered to bed. The next night was the same. After that, she hadn't asked again. 

But now, things had to stop. Fucking Adrianna was some of the best sex he'd ever had in his life, and possibly ever would have, but morality was finally catching up with him.

He heard the door open and close and looked up. Adrianna stood before him in the door frame, posing. 

Adrianna was leaning casually against the doorframe. She held one hand behind the long, dark waves of her hair, resting on her elbow. The other hand sat on her cocked hip, emphasizing her already luxurious curves. She was nude save for buff silk stockings held up by a rich-looking cream garter belt, matching high heels, and a golden pendant necklace that dangled just above her full breasts. Kevin's eyes wandered her body, his resolve shattering at the presence of her deep and flawless complexion and the dark satin sheen of her exposed skin. They traced up the long lengths of her shapely legs, her fit thighs, her pronounced hips. Her entire body was the color of creamy mocha: from her soft, flat stomach to the prominent globes of her breasts to the shaven skin around her stylized bush. In Kevin's mind, she was perfection incarnate.

How could he refuse this living goddess?

"I... I..." he stuttered as she began to saunter her way across the room, her breasts bouncing just enough to cause Kevin to gulp, feeling how dry his throat was.

She raised an eyebrow at him, amused that he was trying to resist the charms that he had succumbed to day after day.

"Adrianna, I think we need to break this... I don't think that I can do this..." She kept coming on, never slowing. Her dark eyes glittered. A smile sat perched on the edges of her full lips. "Please, Adrianna..."

She was upon him then, straddling him lap and brushing his soft brown bangs. Her plush breasts, crowned with tight nipples, begged for his mouth to encircle them. Looking at them, he could practically feel the bumps of her light brown areola as his tongue traced the hardening bud. He licked his lips unconsciously, but kept his mouth away from Adrianna's warm flesh.

She kissed his forehead and whispered, "Please what, my dear Kevin?"

That accent was intoxicating. Those lips burned and his blood boiled. He was hard. His body had no chance against this luscious vixen, but perhaps his mind and his conscience did.

"Adrianna, I can't continue our affair. Not any longer. It's tearing me apart. It's tearing my marriage apart. Please... please let me go..."

She caressed his face with her long, slender fingers. His heart fluttered. He dared to look up into those beautiful, dark eyes. He felt exposed, as though his thoughts were laid bare before her gaze. Then, she shook her head. For a moment, a crack appeared in her intelligent eyes and he saw something he never expected to see from her: longing, sadness maybe. Love? It was gone as quickly as it came and Kevin thought that maybe he was just imagining it.

"I cannot let you go, Kevin," she said in her soft lilt. "I am having too much fun."

"You can't... you can't make me stay," he said, not really believing his own words.

She raised a thin, manicured eyebrow. "Oh, no?" Kevin blushed. She saw right through his weak defiance. "If I wanted to, I could go to your beautiful wife and tell her all about how you seduced me to get your promotion," she through out, batting her long lashes innocently. "But I know I don't need to do that." Her thumb traced across his bottom lip. "Why do you fight your desires, Kevin? Do I not make you feel good? Do you not find me beautiful?" The questions were rhetorical. "I know that you are feeling guilty for what we are sharing, but you must know that I would never make you do something that you did not truly want to do." As she spoke, she drew her full, moist lips closer and closer his. "I want you, Kevin. But if you want to go, then go."

Yet she didn't pull her lips away from his. He could feel their heat on his own lips and he knew that he was sunk.

Their lips came together, tongues seeking each other out. Their saliva mixed with the taste of her lipstick as mouths groped. His hands slid along his naked body, thumbs cupping the undersides of her soft breasts. The kiss broke and they stared at one another with passion clouded eyes. She smiled down at him, her eyes once again letting go an elated flash of something more.

Kissing him one last time, she slithered down his body, until she was on her knees, between his legs. He looked down at her as she unbuckled his pants, his heart thrumming in his ears. He seemed to recall her telling him that she only got on her knees for her husband. That memory was washed away as he felt her expert mouth engulf his erection. After that, it took all his strength to keep from cumming immediately.

***

Leah sat at her desk, tapping her pen out of boredom. Kevin had gone in there a half hour ago, marching in and shutting the door with a resolved purpose. At last, she thought, he was going to break it off with Mrs. Giuliani. At last, he was going to get out from under her spell.

Yet why would that take a half hour?

The blonde received a call from the Hammonds representative, one of the growing department stores in the area. She hadn't gotten any order to hold Mrs. Giuliani's calls – although she had a pretty good idea what was going on behind those locked double doors – so she asked the man to hold and hit the intercom button.

"Uhhh... ohhh... oh—yes!" The silence of the director's reception area was broken by the sounds of passion. Leah's ears burned, but rather than letting the intercom button go, she reached over and turned the volume down. Her hands were shaking.

She leaned down, putting her ear close to the speaker, and listened to the two moan and gasp. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she heard her boss pant, imagining the well muscled Kevin pushing into the Italian from behind, his quieter grunts synchronizing with her own.

Leah crossed her legs tighter as she felt her pussy water. Suddenly, she remembered the Hammonds executive, switching back. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Giuliani is out to lunch at the moment. Could I take a message?" She was slightly out of breath, she realized, and as she took the message down, all she could think about was getting rid of this guy so she could go back to eavesdropping into her boss's office.

At last, she was able to hit the intercom button one more time as was greeted by the gasps of the still fucking couple. "Yes! Oh, Kevin, yes! There! Uh! Oh! Uhhhh!"

Leah closed her eyes, rubbing her thighs together. It sounded like Kevin was really giving it to her and the blonde shuddered, imagining for just one moment that it was her in there, not the Italian beauty. She imagined Kevin's strong hands gripping her hips, holding her down on the side of that expansive desk as his hard cock slid into wet sheath of her shaven pussy.

She couldn't help herself. She switched hands, holding the intercom button with her left as she slid her right down along the outside of her pants, pushing on her moist mound. She sighed, continuing to imagine herself in the room. It had been so long since she'd gotten laid – it had been nearly a month since her purely sex based relationship with Jerry ended and her fingers were beginning to feel insufficient. The knowledge of Adrianna and Kevin's secret tryst only fueled the fire in her loins.

The pressure outside her trousers not being enough, Leah slipped her fingers down the front of her pants and underneath her lacy thong. She brushed her fingers along the baby smooth skin that surrounded her puffy lips, fingernails raking through the miniscule patch of blonde pubes she kept just above her clit – the area no larger than a fingernail – before pushing down into her wet folds.

"Uhhhh, Kevin! You feel woooonderful!" Adrianna's passion-filled voice echoed Leah's own thoughts. The blonde pushed two fingers into herself, using her thumb to rub her hard clit. She bit her lower lip to keep herself quiet, afraid that they might hear her self-love through the tinny speakers of the intercom. "Uh! Yes! Yes! OH! GOD, KEV—OH!" Leah's bliss rose as Adrianna's voice did, each woman seeking ultimate release.

"THERE! YES! OH!! THERE! THERE THERE THERE!!!" Adrianna screamed, her ecstatic moan distorting through the microphone. Leah rocked back in her chair, plunging her fingers home as her own orgasm washed over her. Her left hand fell from the intercom button, sliding down into her panties with lightning speed as she came hard. The room, once again, was bathed in silence as the intercom cut off, leaving only Leah's trembling, muffled cry to fill the ambiance.

Chapter 3

"Kevin, I'd like you to free up your Thursday night. You and I have a very important business dinner to attend."

Whenever Kevin heard Adrianna's voice on the other end of the line, his heart skipped a beat. He was never sure if she was calling him for a quick fuck on her desk, or about something business related. With the dark complexioned boss, she could switch between the two at the drop of a hat.

"I suppose I could swing that. I'll have to call Karen..."

There was an almost imperceptible pause, then, "Of course. And tell her you'll be out late. I'm not sure what Mr. and Mrs. Hammond have in mind for tonight."

The slight innuendo there was drowned out by the revelation of who the meeting would be with. "Are you talking about the Mr. and Mrs. Hammond of Hammond Enterprises?!" He knew that Adrianna had been working on something with the retail and department store giant, but he hadn't realized she'd managed to swing a personal meeting with the founder and CEO!

He sighed, listening to her soft laughter over the phone. "The same. And Kevin, I want you to dress extra nice for Thursday evening's dinner. These folks are used to high class dining, so think expensive when you pick your wardrobe."

Kevin detected a little bit of disappointment in Karen's voice when he told her that he would be home late – yet again. He couldn't help but feel guilty as only some of these nights had been spent in legitimate meetings, rather than the arms of Adrianna. Yet she nodded her head and said she understood. "I'm sorry that this new position has been sapping up all my time."

She waved her hand as though brushing his apology to the side. "Kevin, honestly! I love you, and I knew that when you took this job, I'd have to start sharing you and your time." Kevin's ears burned. If she only knew. "It's okay, really. I have you on the weekends. It makes our time together... more special." Except that recently, they hadn't been sharing the kind of time that she was talking about. It was the thought that counted, he supposed.

Kevin took out his most expensive suit: a black Armani jacket that he saved for weddings, interviews, baby Christenings, and funerals. Now, he hoped it would land him a multi-million dollar contract.

Adrianna didn't call him into her office that day except to have a legitimate business meeting with him. They discussed the specifics of the meeting tonight, and what points they should emphasize. Watching the dark Italian go over their business plan only increased Kevin's admiration of her. Not only was she beautiful and alluring, but alarmingly intelligent with a very shrewd business sense. She hadn't risen through the ranks on her looks alone.

Whenever she talked business, she wore her wire rimmed glasses and sat behind her meticulously organized desk. Now, she took off those glasses, folding them together and placing them softly in front of her.

"Kevin," she began, a tiny amount of apprehension mingling in her normally confident voice. "I know that I told you once that I would never ask you to do something that you didn't want to..."

Kevin shifted uncomfortably in his chair, keeping his eyes on hers. "Yes," he said, nodding.

"Well tonight..." she stopped, her eyes shifting off his, looking off to the side in thought. "Tonight, things may take a certain course between Mr. Hammond and myself." When her eyes returned to his, they dared him to challenge her morals on what she was suggesting. Kevin kept his expression blank. "If it does, then I am prepared to follow this course, wherever it may lead."

Kevin nodded. Of course, this was her choice. Still, why did he feel slightly jealous?

"I don't want to ask you to do anything you don't want to do, but there is the issue of Mrs. Hammond."

"You'd like me to keep her preoccupied as you go off and show her husband precisely why he should sign up with DWW," Kevin stated flatly.

Her cheeks flushed dark. "I'm not worried about her, Kevin. I've done some research into this couple, and while they are married, they indulge in some pretty non-monogamous activities." She took a deep breath. "But I also wouldn't want to bore Hammond's young wife, either." Young? "She's beautiful, Kevin," the Italian continued as though reading his mind. Kevin hesitated and added, "Just don't leave... entertainment out of the options. That's all I'm asking."

"And if I don't cooperate, you go to Karen?" he said bitterly.

Adrianna looked hurt, shaking her head quickly. "No, no, Kevin. I'm not trying to coerce you into doing anything here. I'm merely laying out the realities of this meeting and the way these things sometimes work. I don't want to turn you into my male prostitute." She laughed at the idea, although Kevin still detected a note of trepidation beneath her mirth.

"I understand, Adrianna." Kevin stood up, ending the meeting himself. "I'll see you tonight." He was just a touch colder than he meant to be, but he felt that someone needed to put his boss in line.

***

Adrianna and Kevin were driven to the Metropolitan in a black Cadillac DeVille, sent by Hammond Enterprises. They drove in silence, both of their stomachs twisting in knots. Adrianna looked at her new assistant director. Kevin looked absolutely gorgeous for the evening. The suit emphasized his broad shoulders and handsome face, as well as his distinguished air.

She had really chosen a wonderful young man to work under her, and the more she worked with him, the more she realized that her admiration sprung from more than just her libido.

She hated the fact that she had to use him the way she did tonight, but this contract was more than their relationship. It could mean not only her future at DWW, but the future of the company itself. Landing this deal would put them in a new league among marketing firms. They'd be batting in the Bigs, as the American term went, and it would be all thanks to her.

Well, her and Kevin. She could not do this alone.

Adrianna had changed out of her business suit, opting for something much more flirty for the evening meeting. Dawning a pair of loose, silk pants in her favorite color, cream, and a very expensive and equally elegant halter. Like her pants, it was made of a rich, cream-colored silk, draped over her large breasts and secured behind her neck and again behind her back with nearly invisible threads. If anyone were to catch a glimpse of her from behind, it would appear that she was topless until closer examination. The effect was priceless. While the cowl neck hid her deep cleavage, the chic halter left a tantalizing amount of the side of her breasts bare.




Business & Pleasure Pt. 02



She had her long dark hair curled and gathered behind her, falling in shiny locks down the back of her neck and around her oval face. Tall heeled sandals, all straps, and elegant golden earrings and she was ready to tease Mr. Hammond all night long.

Kevin couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He knew just how important his decisions were this night, and knew that perhaps sometimes, business had to spill over into pleasure. He'd been all too aware of this reality in the last two weeks, but for some reason, this seemed different.

They arrived at the gold and crystal-gilted restaurant at the same time as their dinner companions. Mr. Carleton Hammond was a pleasant looking man in his fifties. While his trimmed beard was gray, his hair was still black but for the wings around his temple. He had a noble nose and a pair of dark eyes that seemed more shrewd and all-perceiving than even Adrianna's.

But it was his wife, the lovely Veronica Hammond that really caught Kevin's eye. Dressed in the traditional – yet always sexy – "little black dress," Veronica appeared quite a bit younger than Carleton, maybe about 30. He would have guessed younger, but there was a maturity that hovered about her eyes that made him second guess himself. She had light, golden brown hair that flowed about her shoulders, streaked with highlights in a very careful and precise way that implied hours spent at a very expensive salon. Her eyes were a warm shade of brown, large and beautiful, filled with intelligence and a flash of adventure. Her skin was evenly tanned with a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the peaks of her high cheekbones.

In short, she was beautiful, but in a very different way than Adrianna or his wife. Adrianna had natural beauty. Karen had a beauty that was enhanced ten-fold by her warm personality. When he looked at Veronica, he thought of California and beach bunnies, salons and tanning beds. She was still very attractive – very desirable – just in a very different way.

Dinner was filled with many pleasantries before they broke down to business talk. Kevin and Adrianna were both a little surprised that Veronica took an active role in their discussion, both writing her off as merely a trophy wife for a rich husband. Now they were forced to re-evaluate her: Adrianna seeing her as a potential adversary, Kevin seeing her with more respect.

Kevin watched his boss flirt with Carleton with a tinge of jealousy. She'd put her hand on his arm to emphasize a point, or hold his eyes for a moment too long. She'd laugh at his jokes, touch her neck slightly with her hand. He was angry at himself for feeling jealous at all. To keep his mind off of it, he concentrated on flirting with Veronica, realizing too late that this was a sign of his acceptance to the inevitable outcome of the night.

"This has been a very pleasant evening," Carleton said, placing his empty glass of wine down on the table and sitting back. "Shame we've spent most of it talking shop!" He smiled broadly, reaching for his napkin and patting his lips. "Could Veronica and I interest you in a nightcap back at our estates?"

He was already standing, our answers irrelevant. Adrianna offered her hand to his and she said, "How could we refuse?"

Outside, the two black Cadillacs waited. "Honey, why don't you ride with Kevin? Adrianna, care to join me?" He offered his arm to her.

Kevin gulped, sliding into the leather interior of the luxury car. Veronica ducked into the car after him, bending forward to give him a long and deep look down the front of her tight black dress. Her breasts were large and ripe and he could make out the diving cups of her lacy black bra.

He tried looking away before she caught him looking, but it was too late. "See something you like?" she asked, sliding into the middle seat so that she could sit right up against him.

Kevin steadied his heart. Already, thoughts of Adrianna and even his wife were fading away. "Yeah," he replied, a smile forming on his lips. "Two things, actually."

She raised her eyebrows, taking mock offense. "Oh, really? You do realize that I am a married woman." Her eyes glittered with mischief.

"I'm very sorry, my lady," Kevin replied. "I did not mean to offend."

She turned into him, running her finger along his collar. "That's a shame," she said, her full lips pouting. "I was hoping that tonight would be full of... offenses." Her fingers ran down his chest, following the line between his pecks and the ripples of his abs, down until they rested on his semi-excited manhood.

Kevin met her warm brown eyes with his own, strong and steady. He wasn't going to show this woman how she was getting to him. He was going to remain in control. "Find something you like?" he asked. Now it was his turn to play games.

She smiled back at him, keeping her eyes on his. She felt for his fly, the tell-tale zip of his pants mingling with the quiet hum of the engine. "No," she said, fishing his quickly hardening cock from his black slacks. "I found dessert."

Kevin wasn't prepared for things to progress this far, this fast. Now, all he could do was sit back into the plush leather seat of the car and close his eyes as he was serviced by one of the richest women he'd ever met. The blonde's technique was fantastic, very different than either his wife's or Adrianna's, but very effective. She was less of a tease than the Italian, vigorously pumping her head up and down the full length of his manhood.

Kevin felt the head of his cock pass effortlessly into the blonde's throat before sliding back out. Her long strokes sped faster and faster up and down his eight-and-a-half inches, deep throating it on each pass. He raced faster and faster to the edge of his control. His balls boiled, still hidden inside his pants. He was very aware of Veronica's warm hand gripping his thigh for balance. He ran his own hands through her silky golden hair as it bounced along his girth.

He came into Veronica's slick mouth, his eyes shut tight, crow's feet forming at the edges of his eyes. He gritted his teeth, letting the ecstasy of the moment pass over him. He felt Veronica's mouth withdraw from his softening member, but still he kept his eyes closed, catching his breath.

When he opened them, Veronica was watching him with amusement. She had produced a handkerchief from her purse and was dabbing her lips with it in a very lady-like fashion. Kevin had to laugh, and the blonde laughed right along with him. 

He looked around, realizing that the car wasn't moving and the driver had left. They were sitting in the driveway of what looked to be a very large house, spotlights illuminating the red brick and white columns in the night.

"Are you ready?" she asked, reaching for the door. Kevin hurriedly zipped himself back up and followed her bubbly rear out of the car.

The house was impressive, to say the least. Vaulted ceiling. Gilted furniture. The Hammonds lived like French royalty in the 18th Century. They were alone in the grand hall, which didn't seem to surprise Veronica at all. "Carleton must be showing your boss around. Would you like a tour as well?"

Kevin could only nod. He was on her turf now. He was her guest and he did not want to insult her in any way. "Wonderful," she said musically. "Let's start with the gardens. I always love the gardens at night."

As the two wandered out through the rear foyer, Kevin couldn't help but wonder exactly where Adrianna was. The thoughts that came to mind caused him to both blush and grow a little jealous. He was confused until Veronica caught his hand in hers and led him out into the expansive gardens.

"I love to walk here at night," she explained when the mansion's yellow lights no longer illuminated their bodies. Dim lights spotted the path that they walked along, providing the only light in the darkness of the warm night. "It always makes me feel so..."

"Alive?" Kevin tried to finish.

"Yes!" she said enthusiastically, stopped and turning towards him. "And horny!" Her body melted into his then and they shared their first kiss. Just as in the car, Veronica did not mess around, diving right into a soul-searching, tonsil-diving kiss. She broke it, taking hold of his hand once again and pulling him through the garden paths that she new so well, guiding him to a small, grassy glen.

They sank down onto the soft ground and into each others arms, tearing at their expensive clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin. Kevin pulled the straps of Veronica's black dress off her shoulders and she quickly shimmied out of it, leaving her in nothing but a black strapless bra and matching skimpy thong.

Her breasts looked stunning in the bra. Perfect. Maybe even too perfect, Kevin was beginning to suspect. Not that he was complaining at all. She reached around, ready to pop the lacy thing off when she looked up at him. "Aren't you going to strip, too? We can't really fuck if only one of us is naked."

The lady had a point. He stripped quickly, all the while keeping an eye the blonde before him. 

Veronica freed her breasts, letting the palms of her hands brush over her dark nipples, drawing a gasp as the sensations were echoed in her pussy. She loved her breasts. The best money could buy. The only give away that they were store bought being their perfection. She really didn't need to wear a bra at all, but loved dressing up in sexy things, bras being no exception to that rule.

She pinched her nipples as she watched Kevin strip his clothes off, remembering how his cock had filled her mouth and growing wet at the thought of it filling her cunt. She pulled her thong off, exposing her hairless pussy to Kevin's saucer-wide eyes. She'd had her bush lasered off, not wanting to bother with a razor or a waxing appointment ever again. Running a finger down the cleft of her bare lips, she shuddered with pleasure.

Again, the lovers brought their lips together passionately, Veronica pushing Kevin back into the grass and straddling him. She couldn't wait any longer. Taking his cock in her hands, she positioned it at her dripping opening and lowered herself down onto him with a deep groan.

God, he felt wonderful! He was just the perfect fit. She rode him and every nerve along her vagina tingled. She had never felt a more perfect cock in all her life, and she had experienced quite a few.

And God, did he know how to use it. She learned the full extent of his abilities when he picked her up by her round ass, flipped her over, and began to fuck her missionary style. Orgasm after orgasm rolled over her, one starting on the tail end of the other. And his stamina was amazing! He could fuck her for hours. Shit, she wanted him to fuck her for hours! The small glen was filled with their erotic coupling, each of Veronica's orgasms louder and more out of control than the last.

At last, Kevin could hold out no longer. "Shit, baby, I'm close!" he groaned. "You want me to pull out?" Sweat covered their bodies. Lust colored his vision red.

"Hell no! Cum in me, baby! I want to feel your cum deep in my belly!"

Kevin groaned inhumanly as he emptied himself within the velvet confines of Mrs. Veronica Hammond. She bit her lip, pumping her hips up into him as she felt her own orgasm peak.

When it was over, Kevin felt his arms give way and he collapsed onto her firm, saline breasts, their bodies a mass of heaving, sweating flesh.

"That was fun," Veronica said, kissing her naked and sweaty lover on the lips. "Incredible, actually."

"Thank you," he said, rolling off the blonde and into the cool grass. They lay there quietly, recuperating.

"Come on, let's go inside and warm up," the blonde said at last, standing up and offering her hand to him. They gathered their clothes but didn't bother to get redressed. Both knew exactly how they planned to get "warmed up."

Veronica led Kevin through the large house, passing through more rooms on their way to the back, spiral staircase than Kevin had in his whole house. She led him down a lavish hallway, each of the doors ornately decorated. Pausing by one, Veronica and Kevin listened to the rhythmic thumping that issued from the other side. The thumping was punctuated by the gasping moans that I recognized as Adrianna's. Veronica turned to Kevin and smiled. "They'll be at it all night," she whispered, then continued on to the next door.

The room, like the rest of the house, was elaborately decorated. But at the moment, Kevin was preoccupied with only one object in the room, and that was naked and sexy blonde.

For the next three hours, they filled the room with sounds that rivaled their neighbors. At one point, as Veronica was riding Kevin and he was playing with her large, enhanced breasts, she said, "You know... you know what Carleton first did when I got these?" Her hands interlaced with Kevin's fingers on her breasts.

"No... what..."

"Want me to show you?" she asked.

"Uh! UH! Sure, baby! Show me anything you want."

She smiled and pulled herself off his cock. He moaned in complaint, but she just winked and said, "Don't worry. You'll enjoy this."

Crawling over to the nightstand, she retrieved what looked like massage oil. Laying on her back and tucking a pillow under her head, she applied a generous amount of the slippery oil to her tits, making sure to rub it in until they glistened in the soft light above.

"I want you to come over here and straddle my chest," she said, continuing to knead her swells. Kevin grinned, excited that his guess had been correct. He swung his leg over her chest, his long cock resting in the valley between her swells. "That's it," she said with a smile. "You got it!"

She enveloped his erection between her two soft pillows and he began to slowly pump. The feeling was incredible. So different than sliding in and out of a vagina, or a mouth. Her breasts, even though they were cosmetic sculptures, were still far softer than anything he'd ever rubbed along his cock. It was like fucking two satin pillows, to use a metaphor that fell far short of the pleasure he was feeling.

"You know, I don't let all guys fuck my tits," she said. "Only the ones I really like." She licked the head of his cock as it passed close to her mouth. "And Kevin, I like you! You make me feel so good. God, even this makes me feel so... fucking naughty! I love it!"

He stroked her tits harder, knowing that he was close. "Now baby, when you cum, I want it all over my tits. I want to feel your hot spunk spray all over my big, fake tits!" Her dirty talk was getting to Kevin. No one he'd ever slept with had talked to him like that. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

"Are you close? Baby, are you close? Do my tits feel good? Are you enjoying tit-fucking me?"

"Yes!" he yelled, unable to take much more. "Yes, god, it ffffffeels sooooo... SHIT!"

"That's it, baby!" she screamed, crushing her breasts even tighter around his thick shaft. "Cum for me, baby! Cum all over me!"

The first spurt hit her under the chin. He couldn't help it. It surprised even him with its intensity. He pulled free of her oily mammaries, jacking his cock as he came all over the blonde's chest. She was moaning as though she was going through her own orgasm, rubbing the cum into her chest and writhing in pure elation. "Yes! Oh yes! Kevin, baby! Cum! More! YES!"

And then she was cumming, her fingers pinching and twisting her cum covered nipples. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she came close to passing out. All Kevin could do was watch, his limp erection already stirring with signs of life as this woman – this complete slut – lost control before him.

Before the night was over, Kevin had cum a record five times on the night. His cock was sore and even the thought of another erection brought a shudder to his mind. He left Veronica, passed out under the silk sheets of the king sized bed, and dressed quietly.

Slipping out the door, he wandered through the house, wondering how he was going to get home, and what time it was. He passed by the room that Adrianna and Carleton occupied. He stopped long enough to hear some quiet mumbling. Unable to help himself, he put his door to the ear and heard Carleton say, "Honey, I'm spent."

"I can fix that," the Italian's lilting voice said in all her calm assurance. The bed shifted and he thought he heard a slurp. Then Carleton groaned.

Kevin left them, finally wandering downstairs where one of the servants materialized and offered to get him a driver home. It was 4:30. "Just take me back to the office," he said. He didn't want to deal with his wife. Not tonight, anyway. 

Chapter 4

Kevin didn't sleep much in his office. He was too burdened with guilt, guilt at what he'd done, but also guilt at how much pleasure he got from it. He and Veronica did things that his wife would never let him do, acting and talking like a baseless slut that he always thought didn't attract him.

People started to filter back in around 7:30, waking him from whatever restless sleep he had been getting. He called home then, explaining that the Hammonds had wanted to come back to the office and look over some paperwork. By the time they were ready to leave, it was one in the morning, so he just decided to stay there. Karen understood, of course. She was such a wonderful woman.

Kevin tried doing work, but his mind was muddled with lack of sleep and memories of the night before. He'd find himself chewing on the end of his pen and looking out the window, thinking of Veronica's hairless pussy and the way it stretched around his cock.

Adrianna came into the office at 9, but only briefly. While to most she probably looked like the same sharp business woman they all respected and feared, Kevin could tell that she was a little ragged around the edges. It was mainly her eyes that were dull and tired.

"I'm going to go home and get some rest. You should do the same." It was almost strange hearing the note of concern in her voice. Touching.

"Thanks, I may do that. I'm not getting much work done here."

She turned to go, then paused at the door. "Kevin... thanks for what you did last night. I..." She was wringing her fingers between her like a little girl. "It means a lot to me." Kevin was about to tell her that fucking the rich blonde for five hours wasn't exactly a dreaded task, but she was gone before he could open her mouth.

Kevin didn't go home just then. He didn't want to face his wife. Not yet, at least. What he really needed was a drink. And someone to talk to. Someone to unleash some of this burden on.

He called up Chris, thinking that of all his friends he could confide in, Chris was the best choice in this matter. It wasn't necessarily that he could trust Chris the most, but he felt most comfortable sharing things of a sexual nature with him.

"Hello?" Chris answered his cell phone, sounding distracted. "Shhh, shhh..." he said and Kevin could hear a woman giggle in the background.

"Chris? Is this a bad time?"

"Kevin! Not at all, man. What's up?"

"Well, I was just about to head to lunch and was wondering if you'd like to come join me."

He was quiet a moment. "Yeah, sounds great. I can meet you at your office in an hour?"

An hour?! Well, he was with a girl. "Let's meet at Mackey's. I could sure go for a beer right now."

***

Chris Harrison was a really handsome guy. Chris was athletic and strong and confident, blonde hair with a rich, contrasting tan, he never had any problems getting women. In so many ways, the surfer dude playboy was so different than Kevin, yet they'd remained friends from college on.

They'd always been very competitive in nature: with grades, sports, and women. While Kevin didn't put up much of a fight in this last category – having met his future wife their junior year and seeing her ever since – Chris never backed down from a challenge, constantly flirting with Karen in his attempt to "win her away."




Business & Pleasure Pt. 02



"How's it going, buddy? You look like shit!" Chris said, slapping his slouching friend on the back. Kevin was already halfway through a pint of Bass without even a thought to order something to eat. Luckily, Chris was a little wiser and they took a seat at the back of the Irish pub, a couple orders of chicken fingers on the way.

"What seems to be the problem?" Chris asked at last.

Kevin took a gulp of his drink. "Chris, I'm cheating on Karen."

Chris choked on his beer, staring wide-eyed at his friend. In all the years he'd known the guy, Kevin was the last person to ever go down the road of infidelity. It was against his very nature. "Really?!" he stammered, trying to contain himself.

Kevin nodded gravely. "Things not been so good with you and her?" Chris asked.

Kevin shook his head. "It's with my boss, the lovely Mrs. Adrianna Giuliani." Chris watched his friend carefully. There was a glint of something in his eyes as he said his new lover's name. Very interesting. The good natured guy had changed since last they spoke.

"Is it serious?"

"Well, aside from the weekends, we've had sex everyday for the past three weeks." Chris's jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered.

"You go, man!" he said. "She's attractive, I'm assuming."

"Oh yeah," Kevin said, forgetting himself for a moment. "Gorgeous."

"So does this mean Karen's free for the taking?" Chris kidded. Kevin shot a look at his friend, surprised to see a look of what? Seriousness?

"You bastard!" Kevin growled.

Chris held up his hands. "Only kidding, of course." The men were quiet for a few moments and their food arrived. Kevin watched his friend eat, wondering exactly what the blonde man thought of his virtuous friend now. After his initial shock, Chris seemed to be okay with his friend's infidelity. Accepting of it, almost. Not the reaction he had expected, but not a bad one, either.

"So are you planning on continuing this thing?"

Kevin shook his head. "I don't know." He didn't want to tell his friend that he wasn't really the one in control of it. "I feel so out of control, you know?"

"Hey, welcome to my life," Chris grinned.

"You seeing anyone now? I heard someone on the phone when I called."

Chris nodded, his eyes on the food and his beer. "Yeah, I'm sort of seeing someone. You know how it is." He shrugged. "Not really a relationship. But the sex is phenomenal!"

"Anyone I know?"

Chris shook his head. "Don't think so. Maybe you met her once at a party. I don't know. But hey, I thought we were here to talk about you."

Kevin sighed and nodded. That was just it, he didn't want to talk about himself. He didn't even know what he wanted to say. He just needed someone to tell, and now that he had, he felt a little better about the whole thing. The weight of the secret wasn't quite so heavy.

The men talked about sports and their jobs, circling round and round Kevin's affair with his boss. In the end, Chris slapped him on the back and said, "Don't worry a thing, my friend, your secret is safe with me. I will not tell another soul."

"Thanks, man. And thanks for listening."

That night, Kevin picked up a bouquet of roses for Karen. He left work early to surprise her. She was in the shower when he came home, her harmonious voice filling the bedroom and filtering out into the hallway.

The door to the bathroom was open, steam rolling out into the cooler room. He placed the flowers in a vase next to the bed and peeked his head into the bathroom. There she was, his beautiful wife. Their clear glass shower door was steamed up, but he could still watch her lithe form soap and wash herself.

Karen had propped one long leg up on the aqua green tile of the shower, quickly running the razor up her lean legs. When she was satisfied with her job, she reached once again for the shave cream and applied a thick lather across her pubic mound.

Kevin was hypnotized by the glimpse he was getting into his wife's most personal world. He grew excited at his voyeurism, unable to tear his eyes from the redhead as she ran a razor along the damp cleft between her legs. Her back to the water, she held the sensitive skin of her labia taut as she shaved them. Her legs were slightly spread as she went after all the hair between her legs.

This new ritual never failed to arouse the redhead: the incidental brushing against her clit causing a deep stirring within. Her fingers slipped along her folds as they swelled with excitement, using the excuse that she needed to pull the skin tight to get the cleanest shave. By the time she had finished her near expert job, she was bald below but for a narrow strip of auburn hair and a pussy that was wet from more than just the shower spray.

Karen placed the razor on the little plastic shelf but did not shut off the shower. Instead, Kevin watched as his wife's right hand returned to her pussy, her left hand sliding up her hips and side to cup and squeeze her breast. Things were blurry through the fogged up glass, but there was no doubt at what she was doing.

Karen slipped a finger deep between her smooth cleft, thumbing her clit gently as she felt her orgasm build. This, like shaving her pussy, had become a usual part of her daily shower routine. Kevin was never home, and when he was, he was tired and "not in the mood." It had been nearly a month since the last time they had made love, yet it felt like years. It saddened her to think that feeling her hands get her off had become one of the highlights of her day.

The redhead braced her body against the wall with her left hand as she came, her moans echoing through the shower and out into the bedroom. Kevin's heart was racing, his blood hard at work as it inflated his excited member.

Opening the shower curtain, Karen was startled to see Kevin standing there with a towel for her. "Hi," she said, recovering quickly. How much had he seen? she wondered, flushing. Judging by his huge smile, a lot. "What're you smiling at, buddy?" she asked in mock indignation.

"My beautiful wife," he said sincerely. "I'm sorry I didn't make it home last night. I'm here to make it up to you."

"And how do you propose to do that?" she asked, the sharpness in her voice only half feigned. Kevin knew her too well to miss the small crease that formed between her auburn eyebrows, or the wrinkles around the corners of her mouth. She was upset with him. But he wasn't going to let that stop him from what he had planned.

"Like this," he said, scooping her naked and still damp body up in his arms, dancing her around and out into the bedroom. His eyes stole over her body as he did so. She was looking really good. Slender and fit. It was probably his imagination, but her stomach looked flatter, more defined, and her skin wasn't as pale, almost like she'd been tanning. Probably just the flush from the hot shower, he thought, laying her down on the bed.

"Ooo, roses!" she said, reaching for one and sniffing it. "Pretty!"

Kevin reached for another, smelling it himself. "They were selling them outside my building. I couldn't resist."

She smirked up at him. "That's a lie." Kevin's heart froze. "I can always tell when you're lying to me, you hopeless Romantic." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, what can I say? You've known me for almost nine years." He ran the velvet petals of the rose along her neck, down the soft skin between her breasts.

"Mmmm..." she sighed at the feeling.

He continued to trail the flower down her creamy body. Maybe she was sunning outside, he thought. She definitely was darker. He traced across her stomach, nuzzling in her navel briefly before passing across her pussy. The last time he laid eyes on her mons was the first time she had stylized it. Now, weeks later, he cursed himself for not taking advantage of the beautiful woman before him. What was a trimmed patch of auburn before had taken shape in a perfect, tight little landing strip of short cropped hair.

He ran the rose across her womanly petals, briefly looking up to see Karen's eyes closed. Her pussy lips were small and tightly closed, refusing to admit to his pleasant touch. He lowered his lips to her pussy, brushing them across the silky folds and causing his wife to shudder. "Yesss..." she sighed almost inaudibly.

He brought her to a crashing orgasm, reveling in the fact that the legs wrapped firmly around his head were those of his wife's. Not his boss's. Not some rich stranger. Her moans had a familiar ring to his ears. He knew exactly where to touch her, where to lick her, where to suck her. And yet, Karen's shaven lips were like an entirely new experience to him. She was more sensitive than she'd ever been before and he explored her familiar sex like a traveler returning home after many years on the road.

"Come on, we're going out," Kevin said when the redhead's body recovered.

He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. "What should I wear? Casual? Sexy?"

"Sexy. Definitely sexy!" he yelled to her. He washed his face and returned to the bedroom. Karen was standing with her back to him, facing her wardrobe. She had selected a tiny little black thong, no more than a two small triangles of lace held together by thin straps. Kevin had never seen it before, but loved it. She turned around, slipping her breasts into a matching bra, and laughed at Kevin's wide-eyed excitement.

"This sexy enough?" she asked.

"We're going to have a wonderful night," he said, taking soft body into his arms and kissing her firmly.

And they did.



Business & Pleasure Pt. 03



Author's note: This is a slight revision of Business and Pleasure: Part II, posted on February 13, 2004. I have decided to return to it, fix up the place a little – cleaning up any grammar and inconsistency mistakes it may have had – and hopefully finishing it. Or at least adding to it. So enjoy, if you haven't already, and write me, even if you have already. It's your feedback that helped me return, and it's your feedback that will help me continue.

Part III: The Midsummer Night Party

Kevin & Karen attend party at the Guiliani's.

Chapter 1

Several weeks went by without incident. Kevin was beginning to balance his affair and his wife when his world was tossed a bomb. A gilt edged envelope arrived in the mail, bearing the Giuliani's return address. Kevin felt his stomach plummet, his secret was found out. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Karen had already opened it.

His heart in his throat, Kevin asked shakily, "What's this envelope for honey?"

"Oh that? It's nothing. An invitation to their Midsummer Night Party? Are we going to go?"

Kevin felt his vision clear and his heart settle back in its original vicinity. He thought a moment. "Sure, sounds good. We haven't had a real formal night out in a while. Why don't you go shopping and buy something new, a real knockout number?"

"Seriously?" Karen yelled, walking from the kitchen. She hugged her husband closely and said, "Sounds like fun. And just to warn you, a 'real knockout number' will cost you."

Kevin shrugged, still too preoccupied with what Adrianna Giuliani's intentions were with this party. "Anything for my wife."

"Okay then, I'm going to spend two thousand dollars on the dress alone."

"Mm hm, sounds great..."

She smacked him playfully on the chest. "You're not even listening to what I'm saying. Anyway, I think I'll head over to a few boutiques that I know about now. Just to browse, okay? I'll be back in a few hours."

"Have fun, honey," Kevin said as Karen placed an absentminded kiss near his mouth. When she was gone, Kevin wearily lowered himself into his favorite easy chair, elated yet more depressed than he had been since this whole mess started.

***

Kevin and Karen Carter found the Giuliani's house by following the hushed murmuring of conversation. The expensive row house was nestled in a quiet neighborhood just north of Dupont Circle in the city. They had to park several blocks away, but that was okay. The night was warm and peaceful and they got to critique the houses as they walked by. Most were old but very well kept up: professional looking landscaping, freshly painted eaves and shutters. Nothing was run down. Everything radiated the aura of wealth.

"Honey, are you sure I'm dressed appropriately?" Karen asked for the tenth time that evening, self-consciously pulling her short dress further down her legs.

"Positive, honey. You look stunning." The silver rayon dress clung to the gentle curves of her body in a very sexy, yet elegant way.

"You sure it's not too slutty?"

"Honey, that dress cost $200! Your silver necklace cost even more than that. How could you be wearing so much money and be slutty? You look wonderful. I think you look very sophisticated. A woman of class who is confident enough to show off her body."

She gave me a look, a smile forming on her lips. "You're so silly," she said, taking his arm and nuzzling into him as they walked. "Well, I feel so exposed. This material is pretty airy, and I'm not really wearing a whole lot underneath."

That much was true. Due to the nature of the clingy, knit rayon, the lingerie she could wear had to be particularly negligible. Kevin's blood boiled as he recalled the miniscule silver g-string and the matching, equally small, silver bra.

He looked down at his wife, encircling his arm around her. She really was beautiful. She'd applied more make up than she normally wore tonight with a skill that he hadn't seen her use in all their years of marriage. Recently, she'd been wearing more make up. And wearing more perfume, as well. Tonight, she smelled wonderful, the smell of lavender mixing in with the fresh scent of her wavy red hair, which had been done up in a chic twist. Two curls of soft auburn framed her lightly freckled face.

"What?" she asked, smiling.

"You're so beautiful, Karen."

She blushed. "Please..." But she knew it, too, the warmth of the compliment spreading through her body as she clicked along the sidewalk in her tall, silver shoes – prom night shoes, she thought.

The party was in full swing by the time the Carters arrived. They had gotten lost, driving in circles through the unfamiliar streets of DC, and having left late in the first place, the party was already past its first hour and a half.

A few people were seated outside on the brick patio, smoking cigarettes, talking politics, and sipping martinis. Kevin nodded at the strangers, then approached the door and rang the doorbell.

Kevin didn't know the young lady who answered the door, but she smiled and said, "Welcome to the Giuliani's Midsummer Night Party!" She swept her hand grandly as she opened the door all the way.

The house looked newly renovated, from the freshly plastered walls to the shiny hardwood floors. The murmur grew louder. Clinking glass, female laughter. All the sounds of a cocktail party.

Adrianna Giuliani spotted Kevin and his wife through the crowd, excusing herself from the man she was small talking with and gliding across the room. The young Italian executive had met her before, and once again she was startled by Karen's beauty. She stood close to her husband, her large green eyes remaining mostly on him amidst all the strangers.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Kevin heard the familiar Italian lilt greet. He looked up and there she was. His boss. His lover. "Nice to meet you again, Karen." Kevin barely heard her, watching dumbly as the women greeted one another. It had been a full month since their "business meeting" with the Hammonds, yet still his mistress had this affect on him.

Elegantly dressed as always, Adrianna wore a long, strapless evening gown made of a thin, white material. Slits just a little too daring to be called modest crept up the sides of the rich skirt, giving any observer glimpses of her voluptuous, olive legs. The dress hugged her hips and narrow waist before flaring out to hug her full breasts. The hem at the top of the dress was wide, the nearly gossamer quality of the material doubling over here creating a band of rich white that contrasted stunningly with her rich olive skin.

"You have a lovely home," Karen said, and Kevin returned to reality.

"Very nice," he added.

"Thank you," Adrianna said with a smile. "We just had it remodeled." She leaned close to Karen and said in a loud whisper, "Cost a fortune, but seeing all these happy people, I think that it was well worth it."

"Is my wife boasting about our pricy renovation?" came a man's voice, his Italian accent thicker than Adrianna's, his voice deep and sure of itself.

Adrianna rolled her eyes and said, "My husband, Roberto."

For some reason, whenever Kevin pictured Mr. Giuliani, an elderly Italian man with gray wings at his temples came to mind. Handsome, yet aged. Roberto was certainly handsome, but not aged. No older than 40, the young man was a perfect compliment to Adrianna's Mediterranean beauty. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, he shared his wife's Old World mystique, his confidence coming naturally. He was dressed in white khakis and a black linen shirt: a combination that would look terrible on Kevin but looked very flattering on the Italian man.

Roberto made no effort to hide his appreciative looks towards Karen, giving her a long up and down that brought a blush to the redhead's cheeks. Introductions were made and he took her hand in his, kissing her soft backside in a way that never failed to impress women.

"Karen. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance." His hand for Kevin was firm, his greeting a simple, "Kevin," and a head nod.

"Drinks are in the kitchen," he explained. "We have wine, red and white, and I think that one of our friends has been mixing martinis. Hors devours in the living room. Please, help yourself to anything you would like." As he spoke, his dark eyes stayed focused primarily on Karen, a predatory sizing up his prey.

The couple mingled through the party for the next hour, drinking wine and eating slices of cheese on crackers or sliced baguettes. At some point, they got separated. At first, Kevin got worried and went to look for her, but when he saw her talking to Roberto and an elderly couple across the room, he realized how silly he was being. She was a grown woman, capable of social interactions without him.

Still, having no one to talk to, he almost joined her once again when he bumped into Leah. "Hello, Kevin," she said, her voice soft and almost shy.

"Leah, it's nice to see you here!" Kevin said, relieved to find someone he knew at the party. "You look great," he said, his eyes flickering quickly over the short woman's navy blue dress. She really did look great.

The blonde's face, already flushed from the wine, darkened a deeper shade of red at his compliment, and she daintily tucked her shoulder length blonde hair back behind her ears. "Thanks," she said, adding, "I've been waiting for you." If possible, her face grew even redder as she realized she had spoken aloud. "I mean... I didn't mean..."

But Kevin was smiling broadly, ready to laugh. "Hey, I'm glad to find you here, too. I hardly know any of these people!"

Leah nodded her head solemnly, bringing her wine glass to her lips and realizing too late that it was empty. "Refill?" he asked, taking the glass from him.

"No, I shouldn't..." she said, but her resolve died on her lips. "Sure, why not. Only live once and all that." She giggled nervously.

On the way to the kitchen, Leah clung to his arm for support and Kevin began to get the impression that Leah had already had quite a bit to drink. "Have you seen their backyard?" she asked when they had full glasses of Merlot. "This whole house is amazing, but the backyard is..." She just trailed off, shaking her head.

She was right. Like the front yard, the backyard was a landscaping masterpiece. Shrubbery, a brick path, black iron benches somehow made the small space of the backyard seem spacious. A miniature park.

The crowd was smaller back here, the murmur of the party more hushed. They took a seat in one of the benches, sipping quietly and listening to the sounds of the night. "You shouldn't let her take such advantage of you," Leah blurted out, unable to help herself in her drunken haze. "You're too good for her." There was no doubt who the "her" was.

Now it was time for Kevin to blush, sipping his wine to clear his thoughts. "You know..." It was more of a statement than a question, but Leah nodded anyway.

"I've... I've listened in on the two of you." Immediately, she covered her mouth, her eyes flying wide open. "Oh my God, I didn't mean to say that out loud!"

Kevin's heart fluttered. "You have?" He forced himself to take a deep breath, his warm eyes never leaving Leah's.

She broke his gaze, staring into her wine glass. "Only a few times. I... I can't help it. You know? I try not to, but..." But it gets me so fucking horny! she thought, able to keep that comment to herself.

"Then maybe you understand why I can't stop," Kevin said quietly.

Leah pursed her lips, regarding Kevin with frustration. "Kevin, you're better than her," she repeated, placing a hand on his knee for emphasis. Her touch was warm and soft. Kevin felt his cock twitch.

Their eyes locked once again, her eyes not clouded and drunk, but clear and pleading. Her brows were furrowed. Leah had so much passion behind what she said, and Kevin admired her for that. But he felt as though she just didn't understand. She couldn't understand.

"Kevin, I love you," she blurted at last. Her cheeks colored, but her eyes never wavered. Kevin froze. He didn't know how to react. His buzzing brain was working too slowly. "I'm not telling you this to seduce you, or make you feel pity for me. I'm telling you because I want you to understand how serious I am. I don't want you to throw your life and your marriage away. Not for me, and certainly not for Mrs. Giuliani."

She brought her head closer to his, kissing him softly on the lips before drawing away. "I'm going to leave now, before I embarrass myself anymore – if that were possible."

The short blonde stood, her legs wobbling only a bit, and walked away. Kevin stood and began to follow her, but he was stopped just inside the backdoor of the house by Adrianna.

"Kevin, you've met Eugene, right?"

Kevin stopped, a little disoriented. His head was still spinning from his conversation with Leah. He looked at the man who Adrianna indicated, recognizing him at once. Eugene Claymont was the current President of DWW. An older, distinguished man, Mr. Claymont was rumored to be as kind as he was business savvy. They'd met only a couple times, but Kevin had always found him to be a friendly guy.

"Kevin and I have met before. Last year at the Christmas party, I believe." Kevin nodded, smiling with delight at the older man's memory. "Is Karen here?" he asked.

"Um... yes, she's here, somewhere..." Kevin stumbled, once again impressed.

"I think that Roberto took a bunch of guests on a tour of the house," Adrianna added. Turning to Mr. Claymont, she said, "I'm so glad that you could make it. Tell your nieces that it was nice meeting them. I'm sorry to leave my own party, but I'm having an emergency telephone meeting with some clients from Hawaii." She looked at Kevin. "I'd like you to sit in on the meeting, Kevin. Please come up to the study in 15 minutes."

And with that, she walked away. Kevin couldn't help watching her swaying ass as she left. The white dress was opaque enough that he was able to see her white thong as it slid between the fullness of her buttocks.

"Remarkable woman," Mr. Claymont said, shaking his head as she walked away. "She's working on a Friday night. And at her own party! A true asset to our company." Kevin sighed. If only he knew the truth.

The two men began talking, mostly about the new Hammond account that was the future of DWW, when two beautiful young women walked over. Taking quick stock of their long, wavy chestnut brown hair, their catlike brown eyes, and their deep tans, Kevin realized that they were twins.

"Kevin, I'd like you to meet my nieces, Taylor and Nicole. They're here visiting me for the week. Summer break," he explained.

Kevin noticed that neither girl had a glass of wine but what looked like cokes, and he wondered just how old they were. "Where do you go to school?"

"Princeton," one answered. She had blonde highlights framing her tan face, and her feline eyes regarded Kevin like a peer, not an adult. "We just finished up our sophomore year."

"You're Taylor, right?" Kevin asked, trying to keep them straight.

She nodded slowly, blinking her long lashes at him as she did. "Very good, you remembered," she said sarcastically. "Uncle, this one's a keeper."

They all laughed, Kevin a little bit uncomfortably. "Have you done a lot of sightseeing?" he asked.

Taylor shook her head. "We've been asking Uncle to take us around, but he's been so busy. We've done a few things, but..." she shrugged. "Would you like to be our tour guide?"

"Hey, that's a great idea," Mr. Claymont said, clapping Kevin on the back. "You're young, you know what these girls like to see!" The twins gave each other quick looks, smiling devilishly.

"Sir, I can't really afford to take a vacation day and..."

"Nonsense. It's not a vacation day, son. I'll count it as work. You'll see once you spend some time with these two troublemakers." Again, the look. "Monday then," he said before Kevin could agree to it. And who was Kevin to disagree, anyway? This man, though nice, was still the highest ranked member of his company.

"Monday at 9. Could you two meet at DWW? We can go from there."

They nodded enthusiastically, and Nicole said quietly, "Can't wait." It was the first time she'd spoken, and her voice was soft and genuine.

"Now, I've got a meeting to go to. I'll see you Monday. Nice talking to you, sir." He was out of there quickly, much rather to deal with Adrianna than that group any longer.

***

"And this is the master bedroom," Roberto finished his tour with a flourish.

"Your house is beautiful," Karen said, sipping her wine and looking around. "Very modern."

"Adrianna likes to call it 'urban chic.'" Karen loved the way he rolled the "dr" of his wife's name. "I just think it is pretty cool." The redhead laughed, despite herself.

"Would you like another drink? I see that you are almost done with that one and I keep some of my best red up here."

"Now, Roberto, are you trying to get me drunk?" Karen joked, handing her glass to him.

As he reached for it, he let his fingers linger on her own. Looking into her eyes, he said, "Certainly not. I want you to be sober for what I intend to do to you." Karen's breath caught and a flush crept along her neck. Then, Roberto's face split in a wide smile and he laughed it off. Karen laughed, too, but their mirth did not dispel the sexual tension that suddenly filled the room.

He filled her glass quietly, handing it back to her and holding his own glass up. "To you and me," he toasted, clinking their glasses together. Again, Karen's breath caught as she nervously brought the glass to her red lips.

Roberto began to pace about the room, circling her as a predator does his prey. She watched him nervously from the center of the room, clutching her wine in both hands. He watched her chest rise and fall with her deep breathing, and the way her nipples pushed through the thin rayon of her silver dress.

"I love parties like this," he said. "Do you know what I love about them, Karen? I love people watching. I love studying my guests. I watch their mannerisms, their interactions with those around them. The way they touch their neck, where their eyes linger. And I make up stories about them based on what I see." He took a sip of his wine and looked at the redhead, paralyzed. "Tonight, I have been watching you, Karen. Would you like to know what story I have made up for you?"

"Ye—yes..." Karen said, her voice cracking. She sipped again at her wine.

He gave her a charming smile, stopping at the door of the bedroom to close it, locking it with a click. "You are a married woman, unsatisfied with the man you married many years ago when you both were young and impetuous. You know that you're still beautiful, still very capable of turning the heads of other men. In fact, doing so gives you a heady sense of power."

He paced around her, the redhead's green eyes following him. "Before you were married, you were with one or two other gentlemen, but those experiences were nothing more than fumbling compared to the pleasures your husband showed you. But now, you're beginning to get curious. You look at men differently. Your eyes linger. They fantasize."

He was behind her now, out of her vision. She closed her eyes, listening to his deep, accented voice rise and fall. "You're not looking for a relationship with someone else. You're not looking for love. But the more you think about it, the more you realize that you cannot escape your sexual curiosity. Your lust is slowly consuming you. You lie awake at night, imagining what it would be like to feel another man penetrate that which has not been penetrated by any other man than your husband for seven long years."

He was right behind her now, his voice growing quieter as he approached her. Karen shuddered as she felt his lips kiss her neck.




Business & Pleasure Pt. 03



"Tonight, that man you have been fantasizing about is me. You've caught me looking at you, but rather than grow embarrassed, I kept looking. You teased me. Show a little leg. A little cleavage. Brush a hand this way. In your fantasy, you imagine taking me somewhere secluded to show me more." He kissed the other side of her neck, his hands caressing her bare shoulders. Goosebumps shot through her arms.

"I'd like to see more," he whispered, taking her glass from her and stepping back, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Show me more."

Karen's head was spinning and it wasn't from the wine. She looked over her shoulder. Roberto gave her a patient smile and nodded. His gaze was causing her blood to pound and her pussy to grow slippery. She reached for the straps of her dress and Roberto started to rub his erection through his pants.

Roberto loved a woman's back. He loved the smooth skin, the slender shoulder blades and the long line of a curved spine. He loved the dimples that formed above this redhead's buttocks, and the way her round ass tucked, forming a firm heart shape. From behind, her bra and panties were no more than thin straps of silver, covering nothing.

"Turn for me, honey," he said and she did. The gusset of her tiny g-string was damp from her arousal, and her nipples were proud against the small cups of her bra. "You are exquisite." Karen swooned at the compliment. "But I want to see more. The bra. Take it off."

She unclasped the front, pulling it open and freeing her firm B-cups. At the same time, Roberto unzipped his pants, freeing his swollen masculinity. He stroked himself once then said, "Kneel for me."

Karen thought he'd never ask. Kneeling down between his legs, she licked along his shaft like a popsicle, loving the musky smell that filled her nostrils. She gripped his cock firmly in her fingers, angling it into her mouth and down her throat in a way that she had never used on her husband before. 

Roberto wasn't longer or thicker than her husband, but at that moment, his dark skinned cock was the most beautiful, most erotic thing that she had ever seen and all she could think of was how badly she wanted to please it.

The Italian male looked down at the incredibly sexy redhead as her head bobbed frantically up and down on his cock. "Touch yourself," he ordered, running his hand through her glossy hair. She slid her left hand down her stomach and into her panties. Roberto felt her gasp around his cock as her fingers made contact with her pussy.

"Ahh..." he said, pulling a ragged breath into his lungs. The fingers in her soft red hair clenched, gripping her head tighter. He began to jerk his hips up into her face while he pushed and pulled her head, faster and faster. "Play with yourself harder. Finger your clit. Suck harder! More! Yes!"

He erupted down the redhead's throat, his hands digging firmly into her hair, pulling her down until her lips rested in his black pubic hair. She suppressed her gage reflex as he came, swallowing every last drop of his seed, all the while never letting her fingers slow as they scratched and rubbed across her hard clit.

She pulled her head off his cock, throwing it back as a monster orgasm erupted through her own body. A small amount of Roberto's cum trailed out the corners of her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her bare breasts as her body was racked with bliss. She had just met this man a few hours earlier, and now she had swallowed his milky essence. She felt like such a slut, and reveled in that feeling.

"My husband," she said at last, kneeling back. She wasn't ashamed. She wasn't guilty. But she was a little worried.

Roberto shook his head. "Don't worry about it. He and Adrianna are downstairs in the study. Emergency meeting. They'll be in there at least an hour."

Karen smiled. "Then what are we waiting for?" she asked, standing up and whipping off her g-string. Roberto only smiled.

***

Kevin found the study on the second floor after peaking into a couple of empty rooms. It was dark, illuminated by nothing but a desk lamp across the room, cigarette smoke drifting through the dim lighting.

"Are you ready to deal with Hawaii?" came that alluring Italian voice. Adrianna sat in a chair, the lamp's light casting severe shadows across her body. Her face remained shrouded in darkness but for the orange cherry of her cigarette.

"My wife..." Kevin said, his last line of defense.

"Thinks we're in a meeting. No one will disturb us. Lock the door, please." Kevin did as he was told, his hands shaking. This is so dangerous, he thought to himself and shivered. He was so excited.

He heard the sound of rustling behind him. Adrianna had stood up and stripped off her white gown in one fluid motion, the gossamer material pooling around her ankles. She was nude but for the white thong he had seen earlier, her breasts standing proud in the lamp light. "Have you looked over the brief?" she asked, her hand running along the smooth contours of her curves.

"I feel as though I know it by heart," Kevin responded despite himself. Upon entering, he had half a mind to walk out. Now, it would be impossible.

"And what do you think? Looks... favorable, yes?" She sauntered across the room, her hips swaying. The gloss on her lips caught in the light, emphasizing her full mouth.

Kevin took a deep breath. "Very favorable. All we really need to do is open our arms and they should come quickly."

Adrianna smiled slyly. "You enjoy doing this, do you not?" she asked as his arms wrapped around hers. "I know you hate the... client side of our business, but admit it, part of you loves a successful business session." She kissed him lightly on the lips.

He hesitated, then nodded. "There's really nothing like pitching a proposal and having the client eat it all up."

"Mmm..." Adrianna replied, kissing his neck. Her hands quietly slipped his belt off. "But sometimes, we have to do a little kissing up." She kissed his cheek, his chin, his lips. Their mouths opened and they slowly kissed one another in the darkness, tongues undulated leisurely. "And sometimes," she whispered in his ear, "we have to get down on our knees and practically beg. I love watching you beg."

They kissed again, Adrianna drawing him across the room until she was leaning against the desk. Her fingers laced through his hair, drawing him against her for an even deeper kiss before pulling him away. "You are ready to start?" she asked, petting his soft hair affectionately.

Kevin didn't know how he'd gotten here. He didn't know why he couldn't just walk out. All he knew was that as he knelt there, lapping at the meticulously groomed pussy of his Italian boss, he could think of no other place he'd rather be.

***

Roberto pumped his cock in and out of Karen's tight and eager pussy. Her slender legs were propped up on his shoulders, her hands clamped tightly to the headboard, steadying herself against his powerful thrusts.

"UH! UH! NGH! UH!" she moaned each time he pushed between the clean-shaven folds of her pussy. Her body was sweaty, her breasts rippled with exertion, her nipples crying out as her knees crushed her breasts against her. "YES! YES! OH, YES!"

Karen was incredible. When he first pushed into the cleft under her little red landing strip, she was like a waterworks factory. The pink entrance of her vagina offered no resistance to his adulterous cock and he slid in half way without any problem. It was Karen herself who jerked her hips forward to accept more of him, her soft hands taking hold of his hips and urging him all the way in.

Now, the master bedroom was filled with her unbridled fervor, the primal moans and grunts loud and unashamed. She held back nothing. Roberto was glad that this room was sound-proofed or their coupling would alert the whole neighborhood to their torrid affair.

The redhead bit her lip, stifling a scream, as her first orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her eyes shut, a look of painful ecstasy seizing control of her face. He began to soften his thrusts as she came, but she managed to growl, "Don't stop! Harder! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Running his hands along her silky smooth thighs, he thought, "Now how can I disobey an order like that?" His fingers dug into her thighs, jackknifing her body further as his cock sank deeper into her married cunt.

***

When Kevin and Adrianna emerged from what could certainly be considered a successful Friday night meeting, the party had thinned out considerably. Karen was mingling with the few remaining patrons, sipping a martini.

Gone was the shy redhead who had walked in here several hours ago. His wife was practically glowing, as though a spotlight were beaming right down on her. She smiled openly with her lips and eyes, she gestured animatedly as she retold a story, or laughed at someone else's. It's amazing how much a little good booze can loosen a person up, Kevin thought, joining the crowd.

"Sorry that took so long," Kevin mumbled to his wife.

She turned her high wattage smile on him and said, "Honey, please! Don't worry about it!" Her breath smelled strongly of gin. Karen didn't like gin. "I've been having a wonderful time talking with Roberto and his friends. Honey, you really should meet Stephen and his wife April. They..." she stopped, looking around. "Where'd Steven and April go?" she asked to no one in particular.

A young, handsome black man also named Stephen said, "They left about fifteen minutes ago."

"Oh," Karen said, turning back to her husband. "Well, they were very nice. Oh, not that you aren't nice, Stephen," she said, placing her hand on the black man's arm. She giggled. "Okay, I'm drunk."

Looking around at the collection of people remaining, Kevin decided that she certainly wasn't the only one. Fortunately for the couple, Kevin had sobered up during his impassioned meeting with Adrianna and said, "Honey, I think it's time to go home."

"You know," Karen began then stopped to take a sip of her martini. She made a face at the drink, as though it had betrayed her by tasting like gin, then continued, "You know..." before stopping again and looking confused. "What do you know?" she asked.

Kevin laughed quietly and took the drink from her hand. "Hey, I'm drinking that!" she protested, but quickly forgot about it as he put his arm around her. "Kevin, I really love you. You know that," she whispered loudly right into his ear.

He thought about the last hour, glanced briefly over to where Adrianna was standing, an amused smile on her face, and blushed. He felt ashamed that he wasn't down here with his wife, drinking and getting drunk right along with her. But even his guilt couldn't dull the euphoria that he had experienced in the arms of his mistress. "I know, honey. I love you, too. Now let's get you home."

At home, Karen crawled onto the bed and passed out, still wearing her expensive dress. Kevin shrugged and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. She wasn't going to be feeling very good tomorrow, he could guarantee that. When he emerged, she had crawled under the blankets, the covers pulled up all the way around her chin. He looked around the room, but the only thing she had removed was her shoes.

He pulled the covers from her body and tried to prop her up so he could undress her, but she moaned in complaint. "Leave me alone, buster!" she slurred. "Can't you see I'm sleeping?"

"Honey, don't you think you'd be more comfortable sleeping without your clothes on?"

For one moment, it seemed like Karen's green eyes cleared from their hazy drunkenness, a glint of fear or anxiety flashing across them. Then it was gone and she was shaking her head in refusal. Kevin figured he must have imagined it.

"Suit yourself, silly girl," he said and she settled back down under the covers. "Good night, love," he whispered as he undressed and crawled in next to her.

She mumbled something and Kevin soon fell asleep.



Business & Pleasure Pt. 04



Part IV: Twin Problems

Kevin shows Nicole and Taylor Claymont around DC. Leah wonders what it would be like to be in Adrianna Giuliani’s shoes for a day.

Chapter 1

The Sunday after the Giuliani's Midsummer Night Party was spent in recovery mode. Kevin thought he had refrained from drinking too much, sobering up enough to drive home sometime around 1 or 2. His head told him a different story. It was also recovery mode for his conscience, which was feeling particularly black this fine Sunday afternoon.

He'd been having an affair with his boss, Adrianna Giuliani, for nearly two months, ever since he'd been promoted to assistant director under the lovely Italian. Since then, his world had undergone a rollercoaster of emotions: guilt, lust, pleasure, jealousy, love. Every time he came home to his beautiful wife, Karen, he was reminded of the vibrant woman he was betraying. She was everything to him; she was the college girl who tutored him on Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, and was the woman who urged him to stand up for his benefits when DWW was sticking it to everyone. That hadn't ended well, but her support never wavered. Every time he came home, those beautiful green eyes reminded him that this was a woman worth fighting for, worth standing by for.

And yet, when he was in the presence of Adrianna, his resolve melted like snow in Southern Italy. She was all the things his wife was not: no-nonsense, unflinchingly confident, untouchable. The difference was that he could touch her. He could do a lot more than that. At times, life for Kevin felt like a dream. The olive-skinned Mediterranean was like the girl in high school who wouldn't look at him twice, yet whose thoughts would fill his restless nights. Now, he was in bed with the prom queen, or the cheerleader captain, or, most appropriately of all, the exotic exchange student. And she wanted him right back. There was no reluctance to her sweaty embraces or her nighttime moans.

Every time he made up his mind to end the affair and return to his beautiful red haired wife, all Adrianna would have to do was shut the door, put her arms softly around his neck, and stare up at him with those deep, dark eyes.

Last night was a bit over-the-top, even for Adrianna's standards. They'd fucked each other in the study, just two floors above his wife, not to mention a large amount of guests. It was reckless. For the nth time, Kevin decided that things had to end. Tomorrow was going to be the day. If he had to do it over the phone, then he would. If he had to close his eyes in her presence, he would.

While Kevin's head was splitting with both guilt and hang-over, it was all Karen could do to keep her stomach from heaving. Nothing worked; not the cold shower, not the coffee, not the extra sleep or greasy food. All she could do was pop Tylenol and hope she could keep the pills down long enough for them to work. She could still detect the aftertaste of gin through the bile and the dirty tang of smoke that lingered in her throat. Somewhere, she must have secured a cigarette while her husband was up in his business meeting with that curvy young boss of his. For one moment, she grew nervous that her husband saw her smoking (a habit she'd developed of late), but then her stomach cringed and she buried her head in the toilet.

Kevin was there to help her, holding her red ponytail out of the porcelain bowl as she dry heaved. She looked at him and imagined what she must look like right then: pale, clammy skin, blood-shot eyes, greasy, unwashed hair. A monster. A slutty, out-of-control monster. Karen had her suspicions about her husband and his boss. She wasn't stupid. She could read body language. If nothing had happened, she at least knew that Adrianna Giuliani harbored some kind of feelings for Kevin. But was anything that they'd done any worse than what she, herself, had done? And in the same house as her husband, during a business meeting?

She wretched again and Kevin cooed somewhere above her, smoothing his fingers over he sweaty brow and rubbing her shoulder reassuringly. Sure, she thought, he was here now. But what about the week days? What about the week nights? What about their bedroom, and her needs?

And once again, the guilt returned. Had they talked about their problems? Had she voiced her complaints? Had they tried to work these problems out together, or had she taken matters into her own hands?

And then, the thrill. It was so bad. Her heart fluttered at the memory of her encounter the night before with Roberto Giuliani. She remembered his strange cock sliding into her from behind for the first time. She remembered the way it pulsed in her mouth as she worked it with her tongue. With him, with the other men, there were no expectations. She wasn't his wife, or his companion, or his best friend. To him, she was a fuck. And that was so fucking thrilling.

Chapter 2

On Monday, Kevin dressed down in a pair of his favorite jeans and an old, olive green polo shirt. Today, he was acting as tour guide for Mr. Claymont's twin nieces. At first, he looked at the job as a chore, but the more he thought about it, the more he looked forward to it. Not only was he scoring points with the president of the company, but it gave him the opportunity to get out of the office and, more importantly, away from Adrianna. Besides, it felt good going into the office dressed down when everyone else was wearing a tie.

He stopped by Adrianna's office, a strange part of him a little giddy from having an excuse to get away from her. She wasn't there, but Leah walked in as he rooted around for a pencil to write a note. “She's in Florida. Business. Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Carter?”

The short blonde was all business and wouldn't meet his eyes. She kept fidgeting with her dark-rimmed glasses, nervously putting her bag to the side of her desk and shuffling the papers uselessly. Kevin admired her briefly, laughing inwardly. Leah was a really pretty young woman. Definitely more on the petite side than either Adrianna or Karen, she had a cute body and a kind and innocent face.

“Since when have you called me ‘Mr. Carter’?”

She sighed, finally staring up at him with those warm, hazel eyes. “God, I'm sorry, Kevin. I acted so inappropriately at the party. I shouldn't have been drinking so much—”

“Shh…” Kevin said, stepping up to her and giving her a hug. Her warm body felt good snuggled in his arms. “Listen, don’t worry about it. Really. Things are already hazy from that night. I hardly remember what you said,” he lied.

She stepped back and gave him a studied look, easily reading through his lie. She smiled for his effort and nodded. “Thank you,” she said and went back to her desk.

“Do you know when Adrianna is scheduled to return?”

“Um, I think her plane sets down Friday, but she said something about not coming in until next Monday.”

Next Monday... Kevin’s mind reeled. An entire week free from this oppressive affair. An entire week to mend old wounds. An entire week to steel himself against Adrianna’s advances. Yet, a large part of him grew sad at the absence of his lover.

“Thanks, Leah. We should have lunch some time this week.”

"I'd like that," she said, and at last, her cute, dimpled smile returned.

Kevin stood outside the office building, cursing the DC summer heat and waiting for the twins to show up. They were about fifteen minutes late, jumping out of a cab and laughing off their tardiness with youthful naïveté.

As he watched them approach, waving in their direction, he thought of yet another reason why today would be fun: he got to spend it with two alluring young ladies. Their little outfits, sexy in that trendy sort of way, would make for nice eye candy throughout the day: Taylor in her stylish white capris and Nicole in her short, pleated tennis skirt. Nicole had her light brown hair clipped back innocently; Taylor had her highlighted hair in a sporty ponytail.

“What do you two want to go see?”

“What do you recommend?” asked Taylor, quickly picking up her role as spokeswoman.

“Well, there are a lot of places that I’d recommend, but I’ve got to know what you’re interested in. What are you interested in?” He made a point to direct this question at Nicole, the shyer of the two.

“I was actually wondering if we could see some art,” she said, quietly yet still confidently. She looked at him with those feline eyes and Kevin was forced to re-evaluate his first impression of the girl. “I was hoping we could check out the Freer and Sakler museums.”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “Oh, that like sounds like fun!” she said, her sarcasm thick.

Nicole glared back at her sister. “Well, if it was up to you, we’d be touring the inside of pubs and salons, maybe.”

“Are you like trying to say that I have no culture?” Taylor argued back. “I’ll let you know, sister, that I was about to like suggest some of the other Smithsonian museums. It just so happens that I would like to go to the Natural History Museum. I just didn't want to spend my days looking at scrolls painted by dead Asians.”

Kevin was surprised that Taylor even recognized the museums, known for the Asian art collections.

"I'm studying art history, with a concentration in the Pacific rim," Nicole explained, ignoring her glaring sister. "But the Museum of Natural History sounds fun, as well," she conceded to her sister.

"A compromise then," Kevin said, jumping in before the two could argue any more. "We'll hang around the Mall area and visit the museums there. Maybe we can ride up in the Washington Monument, if that interests you. It's a nice enough day."

He wasn't sure how the day was going to proceed, what with such a rather ominous beginning, but by four o'clock, he had to admit he had had a lot of fun. He felt very comfortable with the fun-loving sisters. They were friendly, spirited, and best of all, attractive. Even though he was only 28, he felt like a dirty old man as he stole glimpses of Taylor’s perky young breasts in her tank top, or Nicole’s long, tanned legs in that short tennis skirt. At one point, Taylor bent over to tie her shoes and her low-riding capri’s – with cargo pockets and draw strings, of course – slipped down enough to show that her deep pink underwear was actually a thong, the color matching her visible bra strap. Kevin pulled his eyes away from the sight, only to hear Nicole laughing at his obviously male reaction.

Kevin drove them to Mr. Claymont’s large house. It was about four o’clock in the afternoon, and they were all fairly exhausted. “Hey, Kev,” Taylor said, “why don’t you come in for a drink?”

Her cat-like eyes twinkled and Kevin got the feeling that perhaps this wasn’t a good idea. Taylor had been flirting with him all through the day, going so far as smacking his ass at one point. He'd gone into this day armed with relief and a pledge to fix his marriage. Now, he could hardly remember that the ring on his finger signified him as married.

He looked at Nicole, who was fumbling with something in her satchel bag. Sensing his eyes on her, she looked up and threw in, “It’s been a long day and you’ve been great. The least we could do is offer you a coke or something.” Her identical eyes were soft, her offer genuine. Kevin figured that as long as Nicole was around, then he’d be okay.

Chapter 3

Leah was frustrated. She really liked Kevin. No, "like" was too weak of a word. She adored him. It killed her to think that he had succumbed to Mrs. Giuliani, sure, but what made it worse was that she couldn't throw herself at the assistant director. Whether it was fear of rejection, moral integrity, or insecurity, she just couldn't do it.

She stepped into her boss’ office and shut the door behind her, hearing the satisfying click. When she first heard she was getting a female boss, she had been overjoyed. When the carpet had been torn up and the old furniture had been hauled out, she prayed for a change. What moved in with the more feminine furniture was beyond Leah's imagination.

Throwing herself in her boss's high backed executive chair, it occurred to her that her problem wasn't that she hated Adrianna, but that she admired the Italian's confidence. From her position behind the wide desk, she fantasized about what it was like to be in the dusky-hued woman's shoes. She sat back, imagining that it was the end of a hard day. In her mind, she’d click her speakerphone on and speed dial Kevin's office. "I need you at once," Leah said aloud, feeling silly but thrilled all at once.

She imagined the door opening and closing, Harry's submissive head bowed as he walked into the room. Leah propped one leg lewdly up on the edge of the desk, her high heel locking into the lip, her tight gray skirt riding up her thighs. In her mind, she told an imagined Kevin to come here, to get on his knees.

The blonde's fingers ran up the soft skin of her inner thighs. "Touch me, Kevin," she whispered aloud as her fingers found the burning juncture between her legs, covered only by a thin layer of silk. "Do you like them?" she teased in her fantasy. "Do you like the way they feel? I bought them just for you." It was true, when she bought the little white thong, it was for her fantasy lover. "Oh yesss..." she hissed as her fingers grazed the hem of her panties, pulling them aside with one hand to allow the other full access to her exposed sex.

The lips of her pussy were damp, aroused by her fantasy. Slowly, she ran her middle fingers along the wet crease, higher and higher, teasing it over her clit for just a moment. She gasped, arched her back at the touch. "There," she whined. "Touch me there..."

"You have such a beautiful pussy," she imagined Kevin telling her as his fingers played across her clit.

"You like? I keep it like this for you, lover," she said through her sighs. "Clean and smooth but for this little bit..." Her fingernails scraped through the postage stamp sized patch of hair that clung to the top of her slit, a little reminder that she was all the woman Kevin would ever need. "God, your fingers feel so good, Kev. I've wanted this for soooo long..."

She dipped two fingers into her, parting her defoliated curtains and moaning into the empty office. She pumped slowly, savoring the feeling of her slender digits and the vividness of her fantasy. Her thumb went to work on her clit, circling it, round and round as she fingered herself. Closer and closer she drove herself, all the while imagining it was Kevin's soft touch at her sex.

So immersed was she in her fantasy that she failed to hear the office door open and shut, or the lock click secure. Roberto padded quietly across the plush, periwinkle blue carpeting that his wife had installed, his eyes feasting on the gorgeous blonde behind the desk, both legs now propped up and open wide, her hands a flurry of movement between her thighs.

He recognized Leah from the party two nights before and would have gone after her like the predator that he was were it not for Kevin's lovely wife and Adrianna’s request. She was cute then, but seeing her now, her eyes closed behind those nerdy little glasses, she was irresistible. He got on his hands and knees, crawling under the desk, crawling towards the source of all her pleasure.

Leah was so close. "Give it to me, Kev! Oh, God!" She gritted her teeth. Behind her tightly shut eyelids, Kevin was there, drilling his fingers in and out of her. She wanted to feel his mouth on her. She wanted to feel a tongue lap along her moistness and a whiskered face against her thighs.

Hot breath hit her hyper-sexed clit seconds before the tongue. She screamed out loud, closing her thighs tightly together. She felt a man's head there, whiskers on her thighs and all. The fantasy was complete, she thought, her mind delirious with ecstasy. Her fingers clawed at the man's hair, pulled him down, hard against her cunt. His tongue never ceased its maddening flickering until she grew too sensitive to take it anymore. "Ah! Kevin," she groaned, her head jamming against the back of the chair. "No more, please! No more!"

The lips disappeared, her fantasy ended with her orgasm, and suddenly, she realized there really was a man crouched between her legs.

"AH!" she gasped, propelling the wheeled chair back with her legs. "WHO ARE YOU?!?" she cried, her nerves burning with fear and embarrassment. She closed her legs quickly, covered herself, eyes rolling wildly to the closed door on the other side of the room, then back to the man, still on his knees, under the desk.

"Mr. Giuliani?" she asked at last, squinting at the man. She vaguely recognized the man from the party the night before. But then again, she had been drunk, her thoughts—as usual—on Kevin.

The cocky Italian grinned up at her, moving to stand and saying, "Ci, bella. I hope I did not frighten you, but I just could not help it." The suave rise-and-fall of his Italian accent seemed just a little out of place as he rose, his lips coated in her aromatic essence.

"Wait," she said with more confidence than she felt. She was astounded to see him stop, awkwardly kneeling a few feet away. "You mean to tell me that you walked in here, expecting to find your wife, find me instead, and think that it is okay to do what you did?" She was falling back into her role, that of the powerful executive. She placed her hands on the arm rests of the chair, crossing her shapely legs before her and smoothing her skirt back into something halfway modest. "Answer me."

Roberto smiled anxiously, feeling the tables turn on him. This little blonde was playing with him. She had enjoyed it. He had evidence of that on his lips. He began to stand again, not used to getting this kind of attitude from anyone but his wife. “I think we both know the answer to that question—“

“Did I say it was okay to stand?” she asked sternly. Despite himself, Roberto shook his head. “Good. Now, I want you to take off your clothes.” Leah hoped the older man didn’t see her hands shaking on the arm rests, or see the flush that spread through her body. She couldn’t believe she had said what she just did, but as the darkly handsome man began to follow her instructions, she didn’t regret it, either.

He unbuttoned his pressed white shirt, revealing a thin layer of dark curls across a well-defined chest. His nipples were dark and hard and Leah found herself biting her lip and squirming with anticipation in her seat. It really had been a long time since she’d been with another man.

When he unbuckled his belt, he looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. "I'll need to stand to take off my pants," he stated, waiting for her acquiescence. She shivered at the thrill of power and nodded for him to continue, then shivered again as he drew his trousers down his legs. The beautiful man before him wore tight black boxer briefs and nothing else, a thick bulge pressing obscenely against those tight drawers.

"The underwear, too," she whispered, her voice shaking with excitement.

"As my lady wishes," he said, winking. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic band, pulling downwards slowly. The black cotton caught on her erection and Leah gasped. She felt her mouth water; she felt her palms grow sweaty on the arms rests. His cock popped free, waving hard and dark before him as he kicked the tight underwear towards her. She reached out, caught it instinctively, and felt her face burn. It was warm in her hands.

He put his hands on his hips, posing like the beautiful sculpture of David, only erect and real.

"Your turn," he said, his accented voice deep and commanding. "Strip for me, bella."

So quickly the tables turned, but Leah didn't care. She gave him the most wicked smile she could muster and prayed he didn't notice how her fingers shivered at each button of her blouse. Her breasts were nothing compared to the ripeness of this man's wife, but the way he drank them in was enough for Leah. Once free of her silky bra, she found herself cupping them, passing her fingers over the pink nipples, and saying, "You like what you see?" It was like another woman speaking, a woman who should have had a low and husky voice, a deep tan, and an impossibly hourglass body. Not cute little Leah. Not this dimple-cheeked blonde.




Business & Pleasure Pt. 04



He nodded, a pink tongue wetting dry lips. He took a step forward, but she held up a finger. "Not yet," she said with her eyes, and slipped out of the chair. She turned her back on him, reaching up to release her blonde hair from its clip. Tossing her unleashed locks, she gave him a coy, over-the-shoulder look, and unzipped her skirt. It cascaded down her lean legs, pooling around white pumps that gave her diminutive size a little lift. Roberto's gaze went straight to her tight little butt, savoring the way her thong disappeared between two athletically firm cheeks.

Like Roberto before her, she tucked her thumbs into the band of her panties, giving him one last wink before pulling them off, bending at the waist to guide them all the way to her heels.

Like the rest of Leah's diminutive body, her pussy was small and compact, Roberto mused as she bent forward before him. The hairless folds were parted and wet from their earlier exertions, a rose in mid-blossom.

Brow down, fingers flexing and unflexing, he took this moment to pounce. No more meekness. No more submission. The normal Leah would have cowered at the approach of so much raw passion. That Leah would have whimpered and tried to flee.

Instead, she gave his approach a smoldering look, placed her hands on the windowsill, and planted her legs shoulder-width apart, ready to receive. "Oh, God!" she groaned as his dark meat pushed solidly into her tightness. Two months without sex'll do that to you, she winced, feeling the hard warmth parting her swollen womanhood. God, did this feel wonderful.

Roberto couldn't believe how tight this young blonde was. It had been years since he'd fucked someone this taut. She felt practically like a virgin, for God's sake. He reached above her and threw open the curtains. The sunny light of a summery day flooded the office and the two copulators were greeted with Adrianna's picturesque view of the DC landscape.

“Oh fuck!” Leah shrieked as the older Italian took her from behind. “Oh, so good!”

Roberto muttered something in Italian, leaning forward and kissing her blond hair. He pulled back golden tresses and whispered, “Play with yourself, bella. Finger your clit as I take you.”

The man’s dirty words burned in her ears, but sweet little Leah found her right hand traveling down her body to her hard little bud. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as an orgasm hit her moments later. Just beyond the button of her clitoris, her fingers felt the slippery shaft of Roberto’s cock ebb and flow, pushing and pulling her clinging inner pussy lips with each thrust and withdrawal. It was all too much and she braced herself hard with her left hand as she grinded back into him with her release.

Roberto steeled himself as he felt the petite cunt shudder and grip his erection in climax. He stared out the window into the brightly lit city, warding off all desire to release with her. He wasn't through with this one yet. He knew they only had time for him to come once, but he was going to enjoy her compact body before that time came.

Swiveling his head around his wife's office, he glanced across the pictures she had in clean golden frames next to the mini-bar. A wedding picture of the two of them, of course, a picture of her parents against the Southern Italian landscape, her cousins, her nieces and nephews, and off to the side, the smallest picture of them all, was one of Kevin Carter, his firm, American jaw and combed chestnut hair smiling back at Roberto.

Jealousy. It was a weird feeling to have. He knew his wife had been carrying on an affair for months with her younger employee. She even asked him if it was okay, something they had agreed wasn't necessary. Their marriage was based on openness and trust, and Roberto trusted Adrianna to return to him at the end of the day. She always did.

So why was he suddenly having doubts?

He growled, pulling himself free from the blonde like he was drawing a sword for melee combat. Turning from his newest lover, he swept the contents of Adrianna's desktop onto to the floor, the pens and papers, telephone and rolodex crashing to the floor in a violent clatter. He pounded the desk. "Solid wood. Good choice," he muttered, looking over his shoulder at Leah, who had recovered from her orgasm at last. "Hop up here, my dear. I'm not through with you yet."

Leah did as she was told silently, not daring to question this man who had suddenly turned into a snarling beast. She crawled onto the empty surface of the desk, her sticky skin cringing on the cool wood. She watched her lover carefully. The dark curls of his chest hair were matted and his olive skin glistened wetly in the cascading daylight. He stood over her, between her legs, which dangled off the desk, hulking and wild. She shivered, her gaping cunt quivering to feel him take her once again.

"Scoot to the edge of the desk," he growled, his large hands cupping the backs of her thighs as he drew her across the desk, towards his flexing manhood. Her skin squeaked across the wood leaving a damp trail of passion-fueled sweat until her tight little butt rested just at the end of the desk, where Roberto stood. "Take me in your hands, Leah. Guide me into you."

The Italian man watched as his wife's secretary reached out, her hands shaking, and ran her fingers softly along his slick cock. He shuddered, closing his eyes for only a second before he was back in control. She rubbed the swollen head of his erection along her agonizingly smooth folds, running it back and forth across the fluttering petals of her labia. It scrapped across what little pubic fur she kept, causing him to gasp at the sudden change from soft to scratchy.

Their eyes met and Leah knew that once again, she was in control. Her fingers tapped down along the cock’s sensitive underside as her thumb guide it back down along her moistness, finding the entrance low and inviting. He slid in without a problem.

The sensations that shot through Leah’s body were unlike anything she’d ever felt in her handful of sexual encounters. Roberto stood erect and tall, shoving into her supine body for all he was worth. She dug her heels hard into his lower back, her wet thighs slipping greasily over his hips and waist. With each grunt-inducing thrust, she’d slide up the desk a little, only to draw herself back in with her legs and Roberto’s rigid grip on her hips. From her reclined position on the desk and her lover’s angle of entry, his girth would mercilessly pass across her g-spot, causing her to cringe as electricity shot into her fingertips.

“Oh, God, baby!” she cried, not caring who in the office heard. Who the fuck cared, anyway, her fevered mind reasoned, this feels too fucking good to care! “Yes, YES!” She barely managed anything more coherent as he struck the very core of her womanhood again and again. She felt suffocated, the heat of her sex overwhelming her, waves of it lapping along the curves of her body, across the flat plain of her stomach, across her gasping ribcage, across her breasts, searing her nipples. Her clavicle, her neck, her chin, her lips. Sweeping and sweeping, not a square inch of skin left untouched by the maddening caress of this man’s burning passion, leaving every inch of her body with the dewy sheen of salty sweat.

“NGH!” she groaned, reduced to monosyllabic cries. Her body writhed in a pool of her own perspiration, undulated, flexing, twisting. “NGH!” Her orgasm crested, the shadow blotting out the office, the fluorescent lights above, the sunlight in through the window, the heated body crushed between her thighs. Nothing could withstand so intense a feeling, all vaporizing like matter before a nuclear blast.

Leah was vaguely aware of a dull throbbing well up within her, the explosion of her orgasm pausing long enough to feel the first blast of Roberto’s cum hit the back of her cervix. His cock was alive, pulsing like a pressurized hose, the viscous semen quickly filling the tight cavity of her vagina.

The blonde tore at her hair as the moment of clarity broke and the sun-like intensity poured back in around her, one hundred times more intense now. “OH!!” she was screaming, her throat going raw and dry.

She lay there limply for many long moments, watching the world around her slowly return, the lingering mists of an earth-shattering dream. She felt the older man shrink within her, then withdraw. She felt the wetness on her thighs cool and the lukewarm trails of his cum drip from her worn cunt. She didn’t have the strength to raise her head just yet, so the world returned at a tilt. She was a little surprised to see that Roberto had already clothed himself and opened her mouth to tell him how wonderful he was, but all that came to her lips was a sigh.

He seemed to understand, though, and smiled charmingly down at her. “This probably isn’t the best time to ask this,” he said as he started opening drawers in the desk, “but I don’t suppose you’re free this Thursday, are you?”

Somewhere, the cognizant part of her brain thought about how ironic it was that she was going to go on a date after the fact. The rest of her just giggled.

He scrunched his face up cutely—reminding her of Antonio Bandarez at the moment—and shook his head. “I’ll call you later.” He returned to the desk, smiling as he put something into his attaché case. “You little bitch,” he said to himself, astonished. Leah wasn’t sure, but she thought he withdrew a little, white plastic bag… or a little ZipLoc that also looked white?

The next thing she knew, she was being kissed. It was soft and wonderful and just what she needed to snap herself out of her spell. In the blink of an eye, Antonio was on the other side of the room and mouthed, “I’ll call you,” one more time before he was gone.

Chapter 4

Claymont’s house was in NW, north and west of Georgetown in a very wealthy area of the District. It had a crescent shaped driveway that Kevin was able to pull his car into. No one was home and the twins led him into the living room, which was filled with plush white sofas and expensive looking nick knacks.

“I’ll go get the drinks,” Taylor said, disappearing.

Nicole sat down in the love seat, carefully arranging the souvenirs she’d purchased during the day. She’d been very impressed not only with the Freer and Sakler galleries, but with the National Gallery—to which she’d gone alone.

“Thank you so much for taking a day off work to baby sit the kids,” she said, getting comfortable.

Kevin waved his hands. “You guys aren’t kids. And I had a great time hanging out with you as well. It let me take my mind off of work.” Off of Adrianna.

“I want to apologize for my sister—“

“Why’s that?” Taylor said, returning with the drinks.

Nicole rolled her eyes. “You know.” Turning to Kevin, she said, “My sister is boy crazy. You should hear her reputation at Princeton—“

“Sh!” Taylor silenced. “At least I’m not a 20-year-old virgin!”

Nicole grew a little red, her eyes looking fast at Kevin. “You know perfectly well I’m not a virgin, Taylor.”

The twin with the highlights handed out the drinks, looking from Nicole to Kevin, then back to Nicole. Then she broke out in laughter. “Oh, I see what’s going on here! You little bitch! How can you accuse me of being the boy crazy one?”

“Kevin’s not a boy,” Nicole said, her face flushing even more.

Kevin took a sip of his “Coke” and nearly choked. It was so filled with rum that he could barely taste the soothing caramel-flavor. Taylor sat down right beside him, placing her hand on his leg and looking at him in faux concern. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowing and her eyes dancing.

“Nothing,” Kevin said, the burn in his throat subsiding. He took another sip, prepared this time. “It’s just that… I didn’t realize you were serving Pepsi. I’m more of a Coke fan.”

The girls laughed, sharing a secretive look quickly. “I’m sorry,” Taylor squeezed his leg. “I could put some more rum in it, if you want.” She giggled.

“No, that’s quite all right.” Kevin was suddenly very aware of how close the young coed was. Her hand was warm on his leg, her chestnut hair smelled fresh and clean. He took a large gulp of his drink, ignoring the bite of the rum. He could feel Taylor’s eyes on his face, but refused to meet them, looking over at Nicole.

She observed them with amusement, the kind that stare that one saves for watching animals at the zoo just before they do something silly, or interesting. Kevin got the feeling that she often regarded her sister like this and wondered if the twins were in this situation a lot. It made him feel slightly uncomfortable, which in turn caused him to drink more just to do something other than deal with the situation.

“We’re very grateful to you for showing us around your city,” Taylor whispered on the other side of him. Her tone had changed from playful to alluring. “We’d like to reward you for being our tour guide.”

Her hand slid up along his leg and Kevin finished off the last of his drink. Her hand slid to his inner thigh before he was able to stop it with his own. But her tanned skin was incredibly soft, incredibly warm. He didn’t pull it off his thigh, but held it there, his own hand covering it.

It was at that point that he realized he had quite a buzz going on. It was probably all the exercise today, the insubstantial hotdog for lunch, and then the triple shot of rum and Coke. These things he acknowledged in a very logical fashion: they were truths, they had happened, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He felt hot breath on his neck, then soft lips kiss him. “I…” he began, turning his head to regard Taylor. Suddenly, she was inches from his face and he was in a far worse position than he was just seconds ago. He knew that he was a goner. He had no fight left.

She kissed him, her tongue prodding its way playfully into the confines of his mouth. He closed his eyes and gave in to the desire to kiss this young woman. When they broke from one another, he sighed, already missing the feeling.

He felt another set of hands on his back and turned to find Nicole sitting on the other side of him. She was smiling happily, waiting patiently for her turn to kiss him. She didn’t need to wait long. Her kiss was so different than her identical twin. It was softer, sweeter. More caring.

When she pulled away, Taylor was on her feet, offering her hand to his. He took it and she pulled him up. “Come with us,” she whispered and pulled him towards the stairs. Nicole took his other hand and he let himself be guided by these two beautiful sisters in stunned silence.

They led him to a bedroom and at last, Kevin found a voice. “Girls, I can’t do this.” He laughed drunkenly. “I mean, I’m very flattered, but I’m married, and she’s such a wonderful woman. And besides that, my life is already complicated enough.” His buzz made everything seem a little funny, a little bit more manageable, and he laughed at his own statement.

The twins, un-phased, let go of his hand and left him standing just inside the room. Nicole walked behind him, quietly shutting the door, as Taylor went to the bed, sitting on the edge and crossing her legs. “Anyway, the day’s been great, and I really appreciate the drink, but I really should be getting back. I’ve got a few things I should do at the office before heading home…” he continued to ramble.

“Do you really think that you should drive anywhere?” Taylor asked quietly, a triumphant smile stretched from ear to ear. “I mean, I could understand your hesitancy. A handsome man like you, you must have women throwing themselves at your feet. You’ve probably had sex with countless sisters – not to mention twins – so a couple of 20-year-old college girls are of no interest to you.”

As Nicole walked by him, she ran her index finger along his shoulder, smiling innocently and going to sit next to her sister. The two girls turned towards each other, their legs touching, their brown eyes gazing deep into each other.

“It’s a real shame, too,” Nicole continued where her twin had left off, turning her head to regard Kevin. Taylor kept her eyes fixed on her sister’s face, her finger tips brushing a few strands of Nicole’s long, wavy brown hair away from her eye. “We really like you, Kevin. We’d been talking about you all weekend.”

She looked back at her sister, their heads getting closer. Their luscious lips getting closer. Kevin’s hard on was uncomfortable in his pants. He wasn’t breathing. He didn’t know how to react. He’d never seen two girls kiss before in real life, not to mention twins.

Just before their moist lips closed on one another, Taylor turned her head back to Kevin. Nicole’s lips brushed the soft highlights of her sister’s lush hair. Taylor said, “You should probably go, Kev. I’m so wet and horny right now that I can’t be responsible for my actions if you stay. I’m about to make love to my twin sister and you probably don’t want to see that, either.”

She turned back to Nicole, their heads once again close—foreheads resting upon one another. Nicole had her hands resting on Taylor’s hips, Taylor’s fingers continuing to brush and play with the wavy locks that hung around her sister’s beautiful face. Their eyes seemed to communicate an entire conversation in that look. Nicole bit her lip, then nodded.

Kevin’s jaw hit the floor as the girls brought their mouths together for a sweet, gentle kiss. It lasted no more than a few seconds, but when their lips pulled back, Nicole was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath, her eyes still closed. Taylor opened her eyes, smiling at the look of contentment on her sister’s face, and kissed her again.

This time, their lips parted and Kevin watched as Taylor’s pink tongue disappeared into her identical twin’s mouth. The kiss grew passionate, the bolder twin cupping her sister’s head in her hand, pulling her closer, deeper. Their jaws worked as the kiss continued and Kevin suddenly felt the need to sit, his legs growing weak beneath him.

When this kiss parted, their tongues recoiled slowly into their mouths. The twins turned their heads, regarding their single audience member. “You’re still here,” Taylor stated, standing up with one last caress of her sister’s cheek. “That must mean you don’t mind me doing this,” she said, walking over to him and throwing herself against his body, her hands grasping his head and pulling it down to her mouth.

Kevin could not resist, his conscience losing the battle of wills against his libido. Before he knew it, she was guiding him to the bed where the twins took turns stripping and kissing him. When his erection hit air, Taylor gasping, taking hold of it and turning to her sister, “Nikki, I think we hit the jackpot!”

She sucked it once in her mouth, drawing a groan from Kevin, before saying, “More of that later.” Kevin watched as the twins made out in front of him, stripping each other down to their panties. Their young bodies were flawless and bronzed, their tan lines revealing the skimpiness of the string bikinis that they wore. Their breasts were perky, identical, the creamy white a stark contrast against the rest of their golden bodies.

Taylor wore that little pink thong, while Nicole wore more modest blue string bikini panties. The girls crawled back to Kevin, who sat resting against the pillows at the head of the bed. “Have you ever had your dick sucked by two girls at the same time?” Taylor asked, her hand going to his cock. Kevin shook his head. “Enjoy then,” she smiled.

Adrianna gave the best oral sex he’d ever had in his life. Mrs. Veronica Hammond was the most enthusiastic. His wife was the most loving and familiar. But nothing compared to what these two girls did to him. Two mouths are always better than one, and the fact that both mouths knew exactly how to compliment one another wasn’t a bad thing.




Business & Pleasure Pt. 04



They ran their soft lips and moist tongues up either side of his rigid member, meeting at the head for a quick peck that sometimes turned into a full blown French kiss. Watching the identical, gorgeous women work on him was almost too much for Kevin and he had to close his eyes, blotting the image of their girl-girl kiss from his memory. They shifted seamlessly, Taylor grasping his cock and running her lips and tongue up the sensitive underside, applying pressure in long, wet strokes as her sister sucked and rolled his balls in her mouth.

“Holy shit,” he moaned in a semi-delirious state. When Taylor’s mouth closed completely over his cock, Kevin knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Uhhhh!” He felt them switch, their cock-sucking technique very similar, yet different in subtle ways. Taylor was more forceful, Nicole was more of a tease.

“Girls, I can’t… oh… I can’t… UHH!!!” His cock pulsed, firing ropes of white cum down into their hungry mouths. They passed his cock back and forth between ejaculations, sharing Kevin’s salty secretions eagerly between them. When he was finished, he opened his eyes and watched the girls lick his splatter off each other’s faces before engaging in a deep, tongue twisting kiss.

His cock already began to stir at the sight and sounds of their make out session, but it was really when Taylor asked him, “Would you like to watch me eat my sister’s pussy?” that he really returned to full mast.

Nicole shot her a bewildered look, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “Have you two ever… done that?” Kevin asked.

Nicole was shaking her head as her sister said, “No. We’ve shared guys before, but the farthest we’ve ever gone with one another is some intense fingering sessions.”

“Oh, God…” Kevin mumbled, his heart racing so fast he felt like it might explode.

“I’ve messed around with other girls and stuff. But I’ve always wanted to go down on Nikki. She’s sooo sexy.” She said this all without taking her eyes from her sister. Nicole seemed very apprehensive, yet her breathing had become heavy and her small brown nipples hard. She bit her lower lip, then nodded slowly.

Taylor didn’t wait for her to change her mind. She practically lunged at Nicole, bringing her lips forcefully up to the twin and kissing hard. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Nik. Relax, sweetheart. Kim says I’m the best she’s ever had.”

She slowly kissed her way down her sister’s tight body, sucking her tits and nipping at her nipples. Her tongue snaked along Nicole’s toned stomach. She pulled the little blue panties off, revealing Nicole’s pulsing pussy to both their eyes. The soft brown hair was trimmed back neatly, her glistening lips easily seen through the thin fuzz. “Oh, baby, it’s so beautiful,” Taylor said just before she licked the length of her sister’s slit.

Nicole’s eyes flew open, her back arching violently as her sister made first contact with her pussy. “OHHHH!!!” she moaned. “OH! OHHH!!”

Kevin watched one of these gorgeous girls go down on the other. He didn’t want to blink his eyes, fearing that he was dreaming, or perhaps these two nymphs were a wonderful, glorious mirage. But they weren’t, and Nicole’s orgasm was as strong and real as one could possibly be. She crushed her sister’s head between her thighs, locking her ankles together as she rode out her blinding climax.

At last, Taylor came up for air, her chin and cheeks coated and glistening with her sister’s girl-cum. Circling her hands around Nicole’s head, the sisters shared another deep and incestuous kiss which ended with Nicole lapping her own juices off her sister’s face.

“God…” she said at last, out of breath. Taylor giggled, covering her mouth. “God…” she repeated once again. “That was incredible.” She was whispering, resting her head on her sister’s. She closed her eyes, licking her lips. “You know me so well, sis! You seemed to read my thoughts, knowing exactly what to do and how to do it.”

“Well, we are identical twins, Nikki. And we’ve been masturbating in front of each other since we were fourteen…”

“Could I…” she began but stopped, embarrassed.

“What?” Taylor asked, wickedly. “You want to eat my pussy, too?”

Nicole blushed, but nodded quickly. “I thought you’d never ask!”

Taylor laid back on the bed, whipping her thong off quickly. Her pussy, unlike her sister’s, was shaved bare but for a pencil thin wisp of dark hair above pink and swollen lips.

“God, Taylor, your pussy looks so good like this!”

Taylor grabbed her sister’s head and pulled her down to her sex. “Less talking, more licking, Nikki. Mmmmmm...” She gasped as Nicole made her first, tentative touches along her sister’s cleft. She looked at Kevin, her eyes drooping with pleasure, and said, “Kev, we haven’t forgotten about you. We’re just sharing a… sisterly moment. Why don’t you get behind Nikki and show her that a cock is still a wonderful thing.”

Kevin had no problem obliging the girl, crawling in behind Nicole, taking hold of her hips, and entering her doggy style. She was incredibly tight, her young pussy lips stretching around his thickness. Nicole had to pull her mouth away from her sister’s pussy to suck in air through clenched teeth.

He slowly fucked her. Her tight snatch felt incredible, but the sight of her simultaneously eating her twin was even better. “Harder!” Taylor ordered her sister, but Kevin sped up as well. Nicole groaned against Taylor’s clit.

Kevin hit the point of no return. He could feel his balls tightening. He could sense his imminent orgasm. He pumped against Nicole, harder and harder, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. Her tongue flicked lightning quick along her sister’s bud, her fingers pushing faster and faster into her sister’s cunt. Taylor was bucking her hips, thrusting them harder and harder against the other girl’s mouth. Closer and closer. More and more.

The group exploded in a collective orgasm. Chain lightning leapt from one to the other, the white lights of Kevin’s climax blearing out everything but the intensity he was feeling from unloading into Nicole’s tight, young snatch.

The three of them spent another hour exploring each other, particularly Taylor and Nicole. As they waited for Kevin to recuperate, they engaged each other in a furious 69, both racing to get the other off first. Kevin complicated the whole thing by joining in, penetrating Taylor’s smooth lips. Nicole’s tongue darted across their union, but Kevin had already cum twice, so he had the stamina to bring Taylor two more loud orgasms before it was time for him to go.

Neither of the girls moved to get dressed when Kevin was ready to leave. He kissed each of them goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful day. “It was the least we could do after you were so good to us,” Taylor said, winking.

Kevin closed the bedroom door behind him, hearing Taylor say, “Now, Nikki, we’re going to do something about that bush of yours…”

Kevin’s cock started to harden and he got out of there before he ran back into the room.

Chapter 5

Kevin got home at the same time as Karen.

She looked really good, dressed in a short black skirt and a tight cream blouse. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that she might have had an interview. “Quit your job at the florist?” he asked as he inserted the key in the front door.

She laughed and shook her head. “No, I just thought I wanted to look nice today. Got a problem with that?”

He shook his head. “I’d certainly buy flowers from a hot chick like you. But I thought today was your day off.”

She averted her eyes briefly, saying, “Misty was sick today. I was filling in.”

She was acting a bit edgy, which Kevin thought a bit strange, but didn’t think too much about it, still thinking about the intense last few hours he’d shared with Nicole and Taylor.

“How’d the babysitting job go?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, it was fun, actually. It’s funny, the only times I really go and see all the sights is when I’m showing guests around, you know? We’ve lived here nearly five years, and today was the first time that I’ve been up in the Monument.”

“That’s amazing, honey,” the redhead said, heading for the bedroom. Kevin followed, wanting to take a shower before dinner to clean the smell of the two coeds from his body. “Mind if I take a quick shower before fixing dinner?” she asked, taking off her earrings and placing them on her vanity.

“Um… actually, I was going to take one as well, but go ahead,” he said, watching as she pulled the blouse from her head, not waiting for his response. Her breasts were encased in a new black push-up bra that Kevin didn’t recognize, and his eyebrows arched as she unzipped her short skirt, not only revealing her matching thong, but also that her nylons were not pantyhose, but actually stockings held up with a garter belt.

“My, my, aren’t we sexy,” Kevin said, unable to resist stepping close to her. His hand encircled her breasts through the bra and he kissed her perfumed neck. Her red hair smelled like fresh shampoo and cigarettes. Odd, Karen didn’t smoke. “Is there a rule that you must wear your sexiest outfit if you fill in for others?”

Karen laughed, slapping her husband’s hand away casually as it drifted down to the crotch of her panties. “Not now, honey, I need to take a shower so I can cook before it gets too late.”

Remembering his cock, coated in the dried pussy juice of two other young women, he stopped and backed off, watching his wife’s thong-clad ass wiggle its way into the bathroom before the door shut.

Kevin sighed. He’d have to wait to wash the evidence away.



Business & Pleasure Pt. 05



V: Leah's Date

Leah goes out with Adrianna's husband, Roberto, and he shows her the most exciting night of her life.

Chapter 1

The week following Leah's passionate tryst with her boss's husband was rainy, but that didn't dampen the cute blonde's mood. As they say of those in love, she walked about as though on a cloud, catching herself humming when she sat idly, or staring out the window and daydreaming.

Not that she was in love. She wasn't that self-delusional. She knew that to Roberto Giulianni, she was just Adrianna's pretty secretary, nothing more than a plaything. Still, it was nice having someone in her life. It had been too long since she'd had so much attention lavished on her and all through the week, the only thing she could think about was her date Thursday night and the night's passion that would follow.

There was also a cruel side of her that took pleasure in sleeping with Adrianna's husband. Whenever the thought passed through her mind, she denied it, even to herself, but deep down, she knew it was true. The voluptuous Italian woman had been driving Leah to the edge of sanity with her demands and, more to the point, her treatment of Kevin Carter (Leah's secret crush). Taking Roberto as a bedmate was her silent way of paying her back.

Kevin used the rainy week to try and make amends with his wife, who he'd been neglecting for months now. He left every day at 5 so he'd be home in time for dinner, and didn't leave her side until the next morning, when he regretfully had to pull himself together for work. He'd forgotten how wonderful his time with the beautiful redhead was and how comfortable he felt around her. She wasn't just his wife and lover; she was also his best friend.

Work was a little bit more challenging with Adrianna out of the office. What he thought would have been a cake-walk for a week was actually harder than anything he'd experienced since being promoted. With her gone, Kevin was in charge of the department. He found that every time he thought he had a moment to breath, someone was bringing him a stack of papers to review, or sign, or comment on. He developed a newfound respect for his sophisticated lover, not that he hoped she would return any time soon.

His inevitable breakup with her loomed.

He also noticed that Leah seemed to be in a much cheerier mood. If they ran into one another in the hall, she smiled sunbeams at him, looking up at him for a moment before giggling and looking away. She was becoming more irresistible by the moment. He'd always found her cute, but he began to think about her as more. Maybe it was the party and her slip that she loved him. Nothing could stroke a guy's ego more than someone else's admiration. 

Kevin began to wonder what she looked like under those tailored suits and blouses of hers. He began to fantasize about ways of seducing her, calling her into his office, or asking her along to a "business lunch." Every time his lecherous mind went down that path, he had to literally shake his head, clearing it of the unclean thoughts. "I'm not Adrianna," he'd say to himself aloud. "I don't just take what I want, and I love my wife."

***

Leah lived alone in an apartment down the street from the Carters. It was a good neighborhood in Northern Virginia – although the rents were a little on the high side – and she spent most of her evenings either curled up on the couch with a good book or down the block at the Gold's Gym.

She'd graduated two years ago from IU and stayed in Bloomington with her friends until about a half a year ago, when she packed up everything and moved to DC. She hadn't made many friends since the move – no one but Kevin and Karen, really, and they weren't really even close friends – and she didn't really feel all that interested in the DC bar scene. Too many collared Capitol-Hillers and all their snobbery to contend with.

Wednesday night was a gym night, so she squeezed herself into her little spandex outfit and was on the elliptical by 5:30. Karen was there as usual, the attractive, friendly redhead getting help from Joe, her personal trainer. Joe was one of those all-American good looking guys. He looked like the prom king, aged ten years: tall with shortly cropped blond hair and sideburns, his body was practically chiseled out of rock. He had a cyclist's build: thick calves and thighs, cords of tanned muscle tightly wound around long limbs and a taut body. He was definitely not Leah's type, but she wouldn't mind spending a little bit more time trying to determine that.

Ever since Adrianna planted the seed that maybe Karen was having an affair, Leah had been on the lookout. She really didn't want to believe the young housewife was being untrue to Kevin – even when she knew that Kevin was being far from faithful himself. She put a great deal of value in Karen's moral well-being, as though the redhead reflected the world in general. If such a sweet, down-to-earth woman faltered, then the whole world was in trouble.

Maybe because of that, she would credit Karen with a lot more than she would anyone else. She watched Karen flirt a little with Joe and wrote it off easily. After all, what woman alive wouldn't giggle and blush when such a hunk of a man paid her a compliment, or said something funny. Karen was just being human. That didn't make her an adulteress.

"What's up?" came a friendly greeting as the redhead took her place on the elliptical next to Leah. "What are you smiling about?"

Karen, like Leah, wore a cute exercise outfit: tight little shorts and a midriff-baring top. She looked fitter than Leah could ever remember; her stomach looked flatter and her shoulders looked a little bit more cut. Probably just an effect of the racer-backed bra.

"Just having a good week's all," Leah panted, dropping the difficulty level of her machine so she could actually carry on a conversation.

"You're looking pretty glowing yourself. Joe over there give you some extra pointers today?" Leah joked.

Was it Leah's imagination, or did Karen's face falter? "Yeah, right. I wish!" the redhead replied, just as cheery as ever. "You see his arms? He could probably toss you around like a rag doll."

Leah blushed. For one moment, she imagined herself pinned against the wall, Joe's arms flexing as he lifted her light body up and down on his inevitably large cock. 

"No… it's really Kevin. He's been great this week. He actually comes home on time! You having a light workload?"

Not quite, Leah thought, thinking of Adrianna's absence. "I'm not sure. The boss has been out of the office, so I haven't seen Kevin all that much this week." The minute she said it, she realized it was the wrong thing to say. She didn't mean to imply that Adrianna and Kevin saw a lot of each other during the week…

Karen seemed to process this and write it off with merely a flicker of her pretty green eyes, and nodded. "Well, whatever it is, I hope it keeps up."

"I actually have a date this week," Leah said – anything to change the subject.

Karen smiled warmly and Leah was touched once again at how genuine she was. "Congratulations! Kevin will be insanely jealous." She winked, laughing as Leah blanched.

"You… how…?"

"Don't worry about it, Leah. I've known you've had a crush on him since I first met you." Seeing the worried look on the younger woman, Karen was quick to add, "But seriously, I don't mind. You're one of the most honest people I know. You're an example to us all." She practically whispered the last part.

Leah's guilt made her feel like she'd stepped into a sauna. What would Karen think if she knew she was going on a date with a married man? And loving it?! Instead, she asked, "Have I really been that obvious?"

Karen just nodded, her eyes dancing with laughter. "I think it's cute. Kevin… well, Kevin probably has no clue. You know how men are…"

Leah forced a laugh, but thanks to her big mouth, Kevin knew quite well how she felt about him, and she cursed herself once more for being so stupid.

"We should get together some time. Just us girls. I keep meaning to do more with you every time I see you but something always slips my mind."

"I'd really like that," Leah said, getting off her exercise machine. "We could paint our nails or something." They laughed at each other one last time and Leah padded to the showers.

Chapter 2

Roberto picked Leah up in his silver Aston Martin coup. Leah wasn't normally the kind of girl who drooled over a man who flexed his automotive muscles, but she couldn't help but grow giddy as she slid into the soft leather bucket seat, her eyes darting around at the lush interior.

"I had it imported from home," he explained, smiling at her with that cocky, oh-so-Italian swagger. "I see, you like." She just nodded her head, embarrassed yet unable to stop smiling. "Let's go!" he said, flooring it.

Leah felt like she was in one of those power-launch roller coasters, her compact body pinned into the seat with the force of the sports car's acceleration. It was just as exhilarating as a roller coaster, she thought. Just as out of control. 

They dined in Georgetown at the Sequoia, overlooking the Potomac River, and inevitably, the conversation turned to sex. "So tell me, Leah, do you always play with yourself when Adrianna is away on business?" Leah's face turned pink and she averted her eyes, sipping at her vodka martini. "I have embarrassed you? After last Monday, I would think such a thing was impossible."

Leah's blush deepened even more, but she managed a quiet, "I'm not usually like that."

"But why not?" he asked, swirling his own cocktail before finishing it. "Did you not enjoy yourself?"

"Oh, very much. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here…" She looked around then, suddenly nervous that someone would notice them. Would recognize them and call her out for the adulterous that she was. "What am I doing?" she gasped under her breath.

Roberto reached across the table, his fingers softly caressing her wrist, and she shivered. "Do you wish for me to take you home?" It was a rhetorical question. They both knew it. "Or would you like me to show you the most exciting night of your life?"

She cleared her throat nervously and changed the subject. "What is it you do, exactly, Roberto?"

He withdrew his hand, knowing he'd won that small battle. "I'm a businessman. How do you say… I invest in nightclubs?"

"Really? Did you say night clubs?" emphasizing the plural.

"Ci."

"Any I may have heard of?"

"I am not sure. Have you heard of Basement?"

"Of course I have! That's supposed to be one of the hippest new clubs in the city! You own that?"

The handsome Italian nodded modestly. "Well, part of it, yes."

"Wow… any others?"

"A few. Would you like to go to one after dinner?"

Actually, Leah had been hoping they'd go somewhere with a bed, but dancing didn't sound like a bad idea, either. Especially if dancing came with free drinks. "That would be fun. Yes!"

Roberto laughed at her childlike excitement. "It's settled then. And I know just the one."

For some reason, Leah grew a little nervous at that last statement.

***

"Would you like to drive her?" he asked Leah as the valet pulled the silver import up.

"I don't know," Leah said. She knew she was a little tipsy from the martini, but this kind of offer didn't come up all that often. "I think I'm a little drunk," she admitted.

Roberto waved his hand. "Makes it more fun then, no? Let us try it…"

He wasn't going to take no for an answer, and Leah wasn't going to put up much of a fight. "Careful now, the controls are a little sensitive—"

It was all he could get out as the car jolted forward, wheels spinning loudly as they fishtailed around the corner.

The two laughed, a rush of adrenaline shooting through Leah's body. "Where are we going?" she yelled as they dodged around traffic leaving a wake of angry horns. Much like the rest of her relationship with Roberto, she felt at once so in control, and at the same time, completely out of control.

"Drive wherever you want. I will direct you in a little bit."

After a half hour of tearing up the DC streets, Roberto guided her to "Capitol," a club that Leah had never heard of, but one that Roberto assured her was perfect for the evening. 

As they stepped from the car, Leah felt like she was disembarking a plane, her heels feeling happy to be on solid ground once again. Her head was still spinning as they walked into the club, Roberto shaking the large, suited bouncer's hand.

"Mr. Giuliani," the man said. "Welcome back. The usual table?"

"Please, Marcus. And have a bottle of champagne waiting for us."

"Of course. Go right in." If Leah thought it strange that the bouncer wore a suit, or that he radioed ahead for them, she naively took it as a perk of the owner.

It wasn't until they entered the club, walking past a ticket booth and down a corridor of frosted glass, that Leah realized that Capitol was a strip club.

"I believe this is technically registered as a gentlemen's club," Roberto corrected her.

"You have got to be shitting me?" she said, covering her mouth and stifling a hysterical laugh.

Capitol was smaller than she thought most strip clubs were. At least, it was smaller than the strip clubs as portrayed on TV and in the movies. At first glance, it was nothing more than a large, circular room. In the center was a circular stage with a single dancers' pole – currently featuring an acrobatic platinum blonde wearing nothing but plastic platform heels and a sequined thong. Around the stage were cushioned chairs and little tables, a handful of men sitting darkly throughout, watching the blonde spin and gyrate. The ceiling was painted to resemble a dome – like the real Capitol – although upon closer inspection, it was just a neat trick of the light.

Leah wanted to turn and run from the place. More than ever that night, she felt like hyperventilating. Instead, she laughed, "Oh my God," over and over again, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.

Before she could muster the strength to turn and go, she found herself being led to the other side of the club, past a roped off area where another suited bouncer loomed, and into an alcove that she didn't notice when she first entered.

It was as dark and private as it could be and still offer any type of view of the stage. True to the bouncer's word, a bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice, two flutes sitting next to it. Leah sunk back into the red velvet booth and tried to will herself somewhere else.

"Is something wrong?" Roberto asked, but that toothy grin assured Leah that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. "I am thinking you need a drink, yes?" He popped open the champagne before she had a chance to reply and could do nothing but watch as he poured the bubbly for her.

"To the most exciting night of your life," he said, toasting her. Tongue still caught, she silently clinked her glass against his and took a heavy sip of what she now recognized as Cristal.

It was sometime around this point that she began to relax at last. He'd promised her exciting and, she had to admit, this was pretty exciting. She'd never been to a strip club before – never had cause to. Then again, she'd never driven a sports car wildly through the streets. Nor had she ever had sex on her boss's desk, or in front of an open window in the middle of the day. All these other feelings had been exhilarating, to say the least. As the expensive champagne took effect, she resolved herself to take things as they came tonight.

That was, until the first dancer came their way.

Long, dark hair, glittery eye make-up, and overflowing breasts, "Sandy" – as she introduced herself – seethed with slinky sensuality. Dressed in a pure white micro tube dress that seemed to make a bold statement against her deep tan, the stripper bent down to whisper something into Roberto's ear, while simultaneously giving him an eyeful of her prominent cleavage.

"It's so good to see you, Roberto," she said, her voice husky and promising. Leah blushed, wanted to turn her head, but instead played the headlight-caught-deer to a tee. That tight dress rode up her solid thighs, threatening to expose her panties – or lack thereof, Leah thought with a blush.

The stripper's full, glossy lips were opening and closing, but Leah was too shocked to process her words until she asked, "Does your friend want a dance?" All the blood drained from her face and she shook her head slowly, back and forth. Sandy smiled predatorily and pushed, "Don't be scared, honey. I'll be gentle."

Seeing the little blonde's aghast expression, Roberto handed her a folded bill and said, "Thanks, honey, but not now…"

Sandy shrugged, straightened back up (pulling her short dress down an inch or two) and sashayed off into another part of the club, the clicking of her tall platform heels quickly lost in the low beat of the techno.

"I don't know about this, Roberto," Leah said once she was sure the stripper was out of earshot. "I'm not sure what you expect out of this night."

He just flashed her that cocky smile and said, "I expect nothing out of the night. I go into it without any expectations. It shall be what we make of it, yes?"

Leah rolled her eyes. "Sure." She was prepared to say something else, but she saw someone approaching – thankfully a guy this time.

"Hey, Roberto," the well-dressed black man said, waving the Italian back into his seat as he began to rise. "Please, no need to stand for me. I just wanted to stop by and say hello."

"Always the host, Stephen. Good. Please, have a seat, if only for a minute or two. Stephen, I'd like you to meet my date for tonight, Ms. Leah Anderson. Leah, the business manager of Capitol, Stephen Russell."

"It's nice to meet you," Leah said, shaking the handsome black man's large hand. He smiled widely at her. She felt a shiver down her spine. This man was beautiful in that Taye Diggs kind of way: cleanly shaven head and face, his chocolate brown eyes were open and friendly.

"How's business been?" Roberto asked, signaling a waitress over to bring another champagne flute.

Stephen waved the waitress away. "Oh, it's been good, it's been good. Revenue's through the roof and the dancers are doing better than ever. Word has spread that this is the place to be, both for dancing and for visiting."

Roberto shook his head in disbelief. "They told me I was crazy to open a topless-only club in the District. Sometimes it is what you don't see that drives them crazy, yes?"

"Must be. Must be. But we shouldn't talk shop in front of such a lovely lady," Stephen said, those warm eyes smiling in Leah's direction. "Is there anything I can get you, Leah? A drink? A dancer? A friend of Roberto's is always a friend of mine."

Leah's face blushed at the offer of the dancer. She shook her head shyly. "I think I'm good for now, but thanks."

He nodded politely. "I better get back to making my rounds. If you need anything, my lady, don't hesitate to ask."

"Always a charmer," Roberto said as his friend walked away. "And a wonderful businessman on top of that. He is the real reason we are so successful here. So, see anyone that peaks your interest?"

Leah had to laugh at his bluntness, shaking her head. "You men are all the same! I hope you didn't take me here with anything like that in mind. I am strictly a guy's girl. Ha!"

He grinned at her, but those eyes peered deeply into her heart. "Come now," he said evenly, "you can't tell me you've never been curious…"

She shook her head. "Never. I guess I must have missed out on the whole ‘college experimentation' phase of my life."

He just nodded. Leah gritted her teeth at his cocky attitude. "You don't believe me."

"Did I say that?" he asked, holding his hands in front of him to ward her off. "I just want you to trust me. I told you I'd show you a good time tonight. Look up on that stage. Isn't the girl up there beautiful to watch? Isn't she sexy, her body aesthetically pleasing?"




Business & Pleasure Pt. 05



A pale redhead graced the stage now, her long, shapely legs entwined around the pole as she unbuttoned her little school girl blouse. The tight half-moons of her buttocks peaked out below a plaid skirt that was certainly not street legal. Leah was reminded of Karen, Kevin's wife, and she had to shake the association from her mind.

She had to admit, the stripper was sexy. All tight curves and smooth skin, the redhead's body was like a beautiful painting. Leah reasoned that she could admire her just as she admired art. And she definitely wasn't attracted to art, right?

Roberto slid closer to her, his body suddenly pressing against her. "I bet you're wet right now," he whispered into her ear. She shivered involuntarily as she felt a hand on her thigh. She'd worn a short black mini-skirt that she thought complimented her legs, and a cream colored wrap-around blouse. With a push-up bra, it even gave her a little bit of cleavage. Roberto was getting dangerously close to the hemline of that little skirt.

She began to turn her head in protest when he whispered, "No, don't look at me. Keep your eyes on the dancer. Watch the way she twists and grinds against that pole. Watch the way her breasts ripple in that tight bra."

It must have been the combination of the alcohol and Roberto's deep Italian accent, but Leah actually felt herself reacting. The stripper had shed her white shirt, her breasts nearly popping out of the frilly white bra that was maybe a size too small. Hooking her left leg high on the poll, Leah suppressed a whimper as that short plaid skirt rode up, revealing her small, matching bikini panties, fringed in pink lace and barely covering her gloriously firm buttocks.

Gripping the poll firmly, the dancer hoisted herself up into the air, locking her other leg in place as she swung around like an acrobat. Leah gasped, impressed, as she released her hands from the poll and, still gripping it with her legs, leaned back, letting her long red hair brush along the dance platform, she hung there like a bat.

Running her hands along her powerful thighs, she helped gravity pull her short skirt up, exposing her panty-clad mound, before passing over a washboard stomach to the deep valley between her breasts. Her bra popped free, gravity's pull having little effect on the ripe swells.

"I think I need another drink," Leah croaked, tearing herself from the stage.

"Of course." Roberto waved one of the beautiful young servers over. "Two vodka martinis, please," he asked. "Straight up with a twist."

Leah barely heard him, her eyes now on a curvy blonde approaching their secluded corner. It was the same woman who was on the stage when they had initially entered, her platinum hair glowing in the black lights.

"Oh God," Leah groaned as the woman's perfume assaulted her nose. Maybe a drink wasn't the best idea, she thought, rubbing her thighs against one another.

"Would you like a dance, honey?" the blonde asked her directly. She had beautiful eyes that seemed to glow violet in the strange, ambient light.

Leah looked at Roberto, who smiled back at her, poker-faced. "Not right now, thank you," she whispered, hearing her voice cracking and cursing herself for sounding like such a little girl.

The blonde smiled warmly at her, never breaking eye contact. "I'll be back later then. Have a nice night." Her fingers trailed over Leah's shoulder as she departed.

"Please don't tell me you are not turned on now," her Italian escort said as the cocktails arrived.

Leah never wanted to lie more in her life, but under those dark eyes, how could she? She felt the thrill of loss of control that she had shared while in Adrianna's office, or driving Giuliani's car. She leaned towards Roberto and replied, "I wouldn't say that…"

"Go into the bathroom, take off your panties, and bring them to me. I want to feel for myself."

Leah half-laughed at the older man, covering her mouth when she realized he was serious. This was out of some kind of B-movie, she thought. This guy had spent too much time reading bad, internet erotica.

And still, there was no denying the thrill that shot up her spine at such an order. She felt her scalp tingle with the adrenaline rush of doing something so wrong. If Roberto was phased at all by her laughter, he didn't show it. He just continued to stare at her, those beautiful, dark eyes tunneling deep under her skin.

"I'll be right back," she said, not believing that she was actually going to do it.

The bathroom was all dark wood paneling and marble topped counters. Exactly the kind of bathroom you'd expect in a Capitol themed strip club. She slipped into a stall at the same time she heard a toilet flush. For some reason, the presence of another woman – possibly a stripper! – added to the "danger" of what she was doing.

It was only after she'd pulled the slinky thong off her body that she realized just how exposed she could be. Her black skirt was shorter than she was used to and had a tendency to rise along her thighs as she walked. Cool air brushed along her moist pussy as she stood and straightened her skirt, and she had to laugh out loud once again at what she was doing.

Tucking the panties into her purse, she flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall.

A young woman was fixing her make-up in front of the sink, looking up and making eye contact with Leah in the mirror. "Evening," she said pleasantly, going back to applying mascara.

"Evening to you," Leah said, taking the opportunity to touch up her own make up while trying to study the young woman without appearing to study her. Dressed in a pleated black skirt – short, but not as short as the ones she'd seen out on the floor – a tight black tank-top, and delicate black sandals with moderate heels, the girl certainly wasn't dressed like a stripper.

Nor did she have the body of one. While she certainly was slender, voluptuous wasn't really the best word to describe her runway model physique. Her tanned legs were just shapely enough not to be considered skinny, and her tank top conformed to smallish breasts, closer to a B than the Ds she'd been seeing paraded around out in the club.

And finally, this young lady was too beautiful to be a stripper. Not that the strippers here at Capitol were dogs, but none could touch the beautiful symmetry of this woman's face, or her warm brown hair that cascaded in layers like a brunette Farrah Fawcett.

"You can look if you want to," the other girl said, snapping the cap back on her lipstick. The girl looked no older than herself, Leah thought, and her large, hauntingly pale blue eyes suddenly locked onto her own. "We are at a strip club, after all." Her smile was crooked, a single dimple appearing in her sculpted cheek.

"No, that's not it…" Leah fumbled with her words. "I was just trying to figure out if you were a stripper." Right, that sounded better, she thought, her face flushing.

The brunette's smile broadened. "Nope, not a stripper." She laughed to herself. "But I do work here, tending bar." Leah nodded, but couldn't think of anything better to say. "My name's Laurie. You are…"

"Leah. Sorry. I'm here with my, um, boyfriend." Even calling Roberto her boyfriend brought a flutter to her heart. The thought of calling anyone that was exciting.

"You came in with Roberto Giuliani. I saw. The big wig himself."

"Oh, you know him?"

Now Laurie really did laugh. "Hey, I may have only started here a month ago, but I know who's who around here, and he's the only ‘who' that really matters."

"Right." Leah wasn't quite sure what this young woman was saying, but whatever it was, she didn't really like it. "Well, I better get back."

Laurie nodded. "Don't want to keep him waiting. I understand. You should stop by the bar if you get a chance. I'll fix you a drink." She smiled one last time and glided by the blonde, brushing her hand across the secretary's shoulder. Leah's heart skipped a beat. What had she gotten herself into now?
 "Did you do it?" Roberto asked as she snuggled up against him, sipping at her martini. In answer, she reached into her purse and put the black thong on the table. He picked it up, fingered the damp spot that had formed there, and smiled. "Pick a girl. Tell me who the sexiest girl in the room is."

"Roberto!" she said, kissing him on his neck quickly, feeling the whiskers there and loving that feeling. "I told you, I like men." She let her tongue trail up his neck to his ear, and whispered, "I like cock."

Now she knew she was drunk. She would normally never use words like that. With the alcohol loosening her tongue and Roberto egging her on, she felt like a different woman. A woman who could sleep with another woman?

As though to ward her mind of such thoughts, she let her hand slip down into his crotch, feeling the large bulge that had formed there. Roberto turned his head and kissed her furiously, the taste of vodka mixing with their spit and passion for one another.

Two more dancers came by asking if they wanted lap dances, and each time, Leah shook her head no. Roberto asked her once again who she thought was the sexiest woman in the club and a frustrated Leah said, "The bartender," just to shut him up. She did not want a lap dance from some silicone-implanted floozy but Roberto didn't seem to be taking no for an answer.

He spent a long time looking over at the bar, studying Laurie as she mixed drinks and got hit on by a number of patrons sitting there. "You are right," he said at last. "She is very beautiful…" He rubbed his upper lip in thought. "Would you like me to find out if she would dance for you?"

Leah's mouth tightened in anger before she realized that Roberto was kidding. "I understand, I understand," he said, laughing, holding his hands up, palms out. "No dances for the straight girl. Listen, I need to talk to Stephen for a few minutes. I shall be right back." Kissing her hand, he left her all by herself in the strip club.

It only took a few minutes and one of the dancers making her rounds to get Leah out of her seat and over to the bar. "I think I'll take you up on that drink," she said, sitting at the corner, away from the other male patrons.

The brunette popped the caps off two bottles of Beck's, handed them to one of the waitresses, and walked over to the blonde. She seemed to let her guard down for a moment and relax, leaning on the bar and exhaling visibly.

"Busy night?" Leah asked the younger woman, who still hadn't said anything.

"Busy's not quite the right word. You have no idea what it's like to be a female bartender in a ‘gentlemen's' club." The women laughed at the sarcasm in her voice. "So, what can I make ya?"

"I don't really know. I'm not really a big drinker. Make me anything."

"Anything?" the brunette asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Hm… Yes, anything. But you've got to make one for yourself as well."

Laurie gave Leah a quick smile and said, "I like you. You're good. Okay, I've got just the thing in mind." The beautiful young bartender then went to work, grabbing bottles left and right from behind her, pouring their contents into the silver shaker like some kind of sexy mad scientist. She'd tongue the corner of her mouth when she was thinking, then swivel quickly and grab another bottle.

"What are you making?'

"Something yummy."

She poured the contents out into a tall, narrow glass, and Leah was surprised to see it was purple, luminescent in the neon lighting that enveloped the bar. "Witch's brew, I think they call it." Leah reached for it, but the bartender held up her finger, "But first…" She pulled two shot glasses out, layering three different types of liquor and topping each with whipped cream. "Blowjobs," she said, adding, "It's what they're called."

Leah reached for one of the shooters as well when the bartender said, "Nope. No hands. Like this."

Laurie flashed that crooked smile to all the watching men, bent over and wrapped her lips around the shooter. The sexual comparisons were too easy, and suddenly Leah formed an image of this model of a woman lewdly sucking at an equally beautiful man's cock. Lifting the shot glass with her mouth alone, she threw her head back and let the alcohol drain from the glass and into her throat. Plucking the emptied glass from her lips, she smiled as the men watching burst into applause.

"Your turn," she said confidently, washing the shooter down with her purple drink.

Leah was a little less skilled in the ways of both shots and blowjobs, her technique less refined and confident. Bending over to take the cold glass in her mouth, the silence of the men around her was palpable. With all the attention around her, it felt like a fire had been lit between her legs. She opened her throat as much as possible and lifted the glass high above her. She knew immediately that she'd done something wrong as she felt the cool liquor, mixed obscenely with the whipped cream, dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. The alcohol burned her throat on its way down and she nearly spit the shot glass from her mouth.

Leah reached for the witch's brew, gulping it down all at once to clear her throat of the burn, her ears filling with the cheers of the men around her. It occurred to her how she must look with the trails of white liquid escaping down her chin and along her neck. She both wanted to run and hide and laugh out loud. She chose to laugh as Laurie handed her a bar towel to wipe herself off with.

Leaning in close, she said, "I'm not sure if you did that on purpose or not, but you now have a roomful of guys who'd do just about anything to get you on your knees. Very well done."

At such a close proximity, Laurie's fresh-smelling perfume assaulted her nose and suddenly, she wasn't thinking about all the guys who wanted to fuck her, but instead how the brunette's defined cheekbones and unflawed skin should be gracing magazine covers, not the inside of strip clubs.

Laurie must have seen something change in Leah's face, because she cocked her head to one side and asked, "What?"

"N-nothing," Leah said, suddenly very weary of her emotions. "I should be getting back to… my date."

Laurie nodded. "Thanks for keeping me company. Maybe I'll see you around?"

"I'd… like that." Why the hell did she suddenly feel like a shy schoolgirl confronting the quarterback of the football team? She stumbled over to her darkened booth, realizing just how drunk she was as she navigated the field of plush armchairs and cocktail tables.

Roberto was back, watching with a very amused smile on his face as his date returned. Leah excited him. She gave every indication of being a conservative little tease, but beneath that calm surface was untapped, unbridled passion. He saw it there, he just needed to figure out how to unleash it. Watching her up there with the stunning brunette, Roberto was quickly formulating a way to do that.

"I think I'm ready to go," Leah said as she approached her escort for the night. Her loins were on a slow-burn and at that moment, she needed to get this man alone.

"You think?" he asked.

She slid down next to him, grabbed him by the lapels of his evening jacket, and pulled him tight against her body. Her gray eyes smoldered. Her answer came as her lips and tongue clashed ardently against his, her hand snaking down into his pants to grope his rigid masculinity. "I'm ready to go," she said huskily when their kiss ended at last. "Let's go home."

It had begun to rain again as they exited the club, the warm summer rain throwing a gloss over the dark city streets and filling the air with pitter-pattering energy. Leah curled her body against the tall Italian as they waited for the valet to bring the car around, sheltered under the awning of this respectable "gentleman's club."

As they waited, a slender, rain-coated figure emerged from the double doors behind them, opening her umbrella and huddling under it in the rain. Long, slim legs and modest heels gave Laurie's identity away even before she looked up and beamed a smile in their direction.

"Catching a cab?" Leah asked.

The brunette shook her head. "I'm going to make a dash for the Metro. It really is raining, isn't it?" The heavy rain was drumming loudly against the awning and splashing up around their ankles. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Leah. Stay dry!"

"Wait!" Leah said as the taller woman began to take off. She froze, turning back to them. The rain pelted hard against her umbrella.

"Yeah?"

"We could drive you to the Metro… right, Roberto?" For whatever reason, she felt compelled to help this younger woman even though her loins were burning white fire.

The Italian shook his head. "If we're driving her anywhere, then we're going to take her home. And if we're going to do that, then we're going to stop by my place for a drink."

That confident mischief had returned to his eyes. He was up to something, Leah knew, but all she could think about was the fact that it would mean a delay in their carnal romp.

"How does that sound?" Leah asked, turning back to her new friend, now half hoping she'd turn the hospitality down.

"It sounds wonderful. Do you mind? I don't want to get in the way."

"Nonsense," Roberto replied for Leah. "We'd love for you to join us." Laurie looked from Roberto to Leah, then back to Roberto. She shrugged and stepped under the awning, shaking out her umbrella and closing it. Leah watched her carefully. It occurred to her then that maybe the brunette bartender would use this situation to earn points with the boss, a thought that instantly caused jealousy. It made no sense, Leah knew, especially since Roberto wasn't even her man, but the thought of some floozy throwing herself at him made her clench her fists.

Whether Laurie detected the competition or not, she was playing it safe, standing away from the couple, keeping most of her eye contact on the rain outside.

Their car pulled up, beaded wet in the rain, and the three quickly shuffled in. It all happened so fast, and before she knew it, Leah found herself sitting on Laurie's lap, seatbelt abandoned, as Roberto sat next to them, revving his engine.

There was nothing overtly sexual about her position. It was simply the only way that all three of them were going to fit into the sporty two-seater. While both the female's hips were narrow, they weren't narrow enough to sit side-by-side in the tiny bucket seats. Leah's reasoning was sound, but there were other forces at work tonight, not all of them alcohol related.

The slender brunette's skin was wet and sticky from the rain and humidity, her hands were gentle as they held the petite blonde in her lap by her hips. Once again, Leah's nostrils were assaulted by the bartender's fresh-smelling perfume—muted now by the damp smell of the car's interior—and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt Laurie run her hand up the small roll of her hip and then across her flat stomach. Laurie's fingers found the small band of skin between Leah's blouse and her skirt, caressing the exposed skin. Fingernails of electricity tingled across her skin, under the band of her skirt and down into the wet area between her thighs.

Her body was tense, the pleasurable nightmare of Laurie's fingers following a trail down her tummy all but paralyzing the little blonde. Only after a few minutes filled with Roberto and Laurie's idle chit-chat did the blonde begin to relax at last, sinking back against the taller woman's damp body.

"No! I would never!" the brunette laughed after Roberto asked her whether she'd consider dancing at Capitol. Her laugh was full and hearty, causing Leah to be very aware of her boobs pressed against her back. "I don't exactly have the body to do that, anyway."

"Oh, nonsense. Not all dancers have to be a D cup. Besides, you're beautiful!"

"Stop!"

"Really. Even Leah admits it. She said you were the most beautiful woman in the club."




Business & Pleasure Pt. 05



"Really? You said that?" Leah was still mesmerized by the other woman's soft touch, but suddenly the meaning of the conversation came crashing in.

Leah knew she was probably glowing bright red, but maybe the others couldn't tell in the darkness. She just nodded her head, afraid that if she tried to speak, her voice would come out with a squeak.

"Aww… thanks, Leah. That means a lot, coming from a woman as beautiful as you." That hand slid across Leah's stomach, a thumb brushing her navel as the arm encircled her, pulling her closer into the other woman's lap. "You know, I saw you when you came in. You two make a very attractive couple."

Leah felt Laurie nuzzle her check against her back, the other arm closing around the other side of her to complete the hug. "You feel so warm and soft. I could hold you like this forever," she whispered.

Leah knew she should have freaked. Here she was, in the car of a man she'd only met last week, cuddling in the lap of a beautiful woman who was sending sensations through her body that no woman had ever done before. She should have screamed and thrown herself from the car.

But when she was around Roberto, she found herself doing things she wouldn't normally do. Instead, Leah found herself letting go of any anxieties that would normally have haunted her. She reclined back into the other woman and sighed under Laurie's comfortable embrace.

"I'll leave you two ladies here if you'd like a moment alone," Roberto said, laughing as he stepped from the car.

"Oh, we're here!" Leah blurted, her senses coming alert at last. "I'm sorry, I… guess I lost track of time." Shit, how bad did that sound?

"No, don't be sorry. It was nice," Laurie said, nodding her head as she tucked some hair behind her ear.

Leah's heart was pounding. She got out of the car and refused to meet anyone's eyes. Roberto unlocked the door to a house she vaguely recognized from the party last weekend. The warm flush of alcohol reminded her that she was only slightly more sober tonight than she was that night.

"Leah, please show our guest the living room while I go get our nightcap ready?"

"No problem," the blonde said, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. "This way, Laurie."

"Wow, this place is beautiful," the other woman said, her blue eyes large and her head gawking around the expensive home.

"Isn't it? They just had it remodeled." Laurie ignored the mention of a "they" and Leah was grateful for it.

The two women were quiet for a moment, listening to the rain pound against the patio outside and the large-paned windows. Leah was looking out the window, about to say something more, when the lights flickered out and died. No crash of lightning to warn them, no loud bang. One minute they were on, the next, they weren't.

"Uh oh…" Laurie said, somewhere behind her. The lights were out in the backyard, Leah noticed, and the neighboring houses as well. A blackout in DC! It had been so long since something like that had happened. Thoughts of childhood flashed through her head and she began to wonder where the Giuliani's keep their candle-ware when Laurie's slender arms enclosed her from behind.

"Now isn't this cozy?" the taller woman whispered in her ear. A shiver passed down Leah's spine as she guiltily took comfort in Laurie's arms.

The blonde turned her head to say something to the other woman. Whatever it was quickly fled her mind as her hazel eyes locked onto the brunette's clear blues. This woman was beautiful. Her lashes were long, her lips were full and glossy, parted just so. One crooked smile and Leah was closing her eyes as those lips descended on hers.

Leah's first Sapphic kiss was incredibly sensual. Laurie had a soft touch, her mouth warm and yielding. Her silky hair spilled down over Leah's face like perfumed feathers. Maybe it was that warm buzz that had settled over her for the whole evening and the willingness to try new things, but instead of pushing the other woman away, she felt her arms reaching up and back, encircling the slender woman's head in her arms and pulling her down, closer.

As if on queue, they opened their mouths to one another and Leah tasted another woman's lipstick for the first time in her life. That taste and Laurie's wet tongue flooding her mouth sent a thrill tingling down her body. The kiss was slow and romantic, a kiss to close a movie on.

Laurie's hands slowly slipped up across the blonde's body, passing over and cupping the blonde's small tits in a caress that rivaled the gentle eroticism of their feminine kiss. Leah sighed, feeling her nipples grow hard under the other woman's tender touch.

God, she thought, I've never been kissed like this before in my life. Their mouths made love, their lips and tongues dancing with all the teasing passion that normally accompanied a man and a woman in the slow dance of a quiet fuck.

Leah turned into her female friend's arms and their kiss became more playful: soft, short pecks, they took turns sucking and nibbling on one another's lips, nuzzling noses, and giggling excitedly.

Leah wasn't at all embarrassed when she realized that they weren't alone. Her nose filled with the sweet smell of a struck match and the two finally pulled their mouths apart, although they kept holding one another.

Roberto had materialized at last and was busy lighting candles about the room. He looked up, realizing the girls were watching him and said, "Please, don't stop on my account," before returning to his chore.

The girls didn't, returning to their deep kissing. "Would you like to sit on the couch?" Laurie asked after a few more minutes of this. Leah simply nodded her head, unsure of where this was going, but also excited by the prospects.

The girls curled up on the plush couch and into each other. Leah sat with her legs crossed; Laurie with hers folded under her as she leaned across and resumed their make out session. The kiss grew more impassioned as tongues dueled boldly for position. Once again, Laurie's hands were unleashed on Leah's tight body. She gasped into the other woman's mouth as she felt hands squeeze her breasts. Laurie's touch was still just as feminine, but more urgent this time. More rushed.

Her hand drifted further south, along her thigh and out to her knee. Leah knew what was coming next. Her heart fluttered. It scared the shit out of her. Yet she couldn't help uncrossing her legs and parting them as those long fingers traced the toned inside of her thigh.

The blonde could no longer kiss, all her energy directed into the sensations between her legs. Her mouth hung open in a persistent gasp. Laurie abandoned her mouth, her lips and tongue seeking out other erogenous zones on this little lady. As she drew her fingers across the soft petals of the blonde's pussy for the first time, she curled her long tongue around the groaning woman's ear, caressing the lobe in a way that drove herself mad with desire.

God, Leah was wet, Laurie noted. Her silky smooth lips felt like they'd been dowsed in baby oil, and Laurie used the lubricant to push two fingers between those folds. Leah arched her back, her gasps mingling with her moans deep in her throat. A thumb found her clit just below her pubic hair. "God, yes…" Leah's voice was hoarse, cracking hysterically. The brunette gave her ear one last slow suck, and moved down along her neck, her tongue tracing over the sensitive skin.

Leah tossed her head to the side to give the young bartender better access to her neck as wave after erotic wave attacked her entire body. Her brain couldn't concentrate on so many wonderful things at once. Laurie was in complete control of her body, knowing exactly where to such, where to rub, and where to penetrate. And God, did that penetrating feel good. This other woman had long fingers, able to curl up into her and rub across her knobby g-spot with each finger-push. The thumb bordered precisely on the knife-like edge of too much stimulation and not enough. The pleasure was so good it threatened to hurt, like a dark, cloudy day, yet she couldn't get enough of it.

When lips returned to her mouth, she was done. The hot breath down her throat accompanied with the knowledgeable fingers at her cunt tipped the scales. How can I be doing this with a woman?!? her brain screamed as she came. How come I never did this before?

She was vaguely aware of something being set on the glass coffee table, of Laurie giggling as she sucked her fingers clean, of candlelit setting the darkness alit with a velvety glow. Her whole body buzzed with pleasure and she leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes and hugging herself.

"Oh, Roberto, you shouldn't have…" Leah heard Laurie say somewhere on the other side of her closed lids. She willed her eyes open, taking in the dreamy glow of the candles and how beautiful her two companions were: Roberto there with his expensive suit on—the jacket having disappeared—and Laurie with her long dark hair and tight black outfit. She was putting her hair back into a ponytail and Leah let her eyes slip lazily away from her first female lover, drifting across the glass table in front of them.

Three flutes of champagne sat there tall and proud, the tiny bubbles mesmerizing as they raced through the cool liquid and popped along the surface. Leah felt giddy. Her eyes slipped away, down along the table. A mirror sat there, a perfect square. Along the reflective surface sat what looked to Leah to be six thinly rolled joints, white and two and a half inches long. She laughed to herself, thinking about the last time she'd smoked a joint—nearly four years ago.

Laurie was sitting on the floor now, between the couch and the coffee table, and turned her head in the blonde's direction, flashing her a wide smile. This wasn't the mischievous, crooked smile Leah had become accustomed to, but one of unmasked excitement. The brunette was so beautiful, those cheekbones high and pronounced, that single dimple cute yet intensely erotic.

She held something in her hand. It looked like a cigarette, maybe, although Leah couldn't smell anything burning besides the scented candles. The women giggled at each other, Laurie winking at her new friend before she turned back to the coffee table.

Leah's eyes flared wide with shock, yet her body just sat there, numb. Laurie inserted what was now clearly a tightly rolled bill into her right nostril, bent over the mirror, and snorted one of those white lines. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and sniffed again, hard, making sure that none of the powdery substance escaped.

Leah's heart pounded like a bass drum. Her mouth was dry. She would have reached out and chugged one of those glasses of champagne had she been able to do anything but sit there.

The brunette turned to her at last, her pale blue eyes sparkling, and held out the makeshift tube.

"No… I think I'll pass…" Leah stuttered, laughing nervously. "Um… but thanks?"

Laurie just smile – that crooked smile once again – and handed it off to Roberto, who was now crouching over the table. When she'd handed it off, she turned back to Leah and crawled up along her body, planting a deep kiss on the woman's lips. Leah heard the sound of Roberto snorting his line, but her mind was now too preoccupied on Laurie's soul-searching kiss to judge or even care.

"We're going to have a wonderful night," the brunette whispered, smoothing some of Leah's blonde hair from her face. "I respect your decision, but if you change your mind…"

And with that, she turned back to the coke, taking the tube from the crouching Italian man and lowering herself to the mirror. Roberto was watching this display with sharp, dark eyes, finally saying, "You two are beautiful. I want to see more. Show me more."

Laurie sighed, gripping the table edge, her eyes shut as the first pick-me-up sensations of the cocaine washed over her. She opened her pale eyes to a much more vivid world. The candles burned brighter, the scented candles smelled more sensuous, and even the thong of her g-string burned pleasure across her sex. While she loved almost everything about this drug, she loved the initial rush most of all.

Roberto was looking at her expectantly and she found herself infinitely happy to oblige him. Pulling off her sleeveless top, her unfettered breasts hit their air and her spectators' eyes for the first time tonight. Her breasts certainly weren't big, but they were round and firm, as tan as the rest of her body, and capped with dark nipples as wide and as circular around as the top of a can of soda.

The high of the coke mingled with the exhibitionistic high she was getting from Leah's innocent face open with shy admiration. The cute little blonde knew she shouldn't be looking, but couldn't help herself. It was irresistible.

Standing now, she looked over her shoulder at Roberto, then back at Leah. She knew exactly the effect her body had on everyone around her, all the time, and she knew precisely how to use it. Her bronzed skin glowed in the soft lighting of the candles, illuminated like some erotically infused painting. She let them drink her long body as she let her skirt fall free of her hips, slipping down to a gossamer pool about her ankles.

Roberto licked his lips, his eyes shifting from the upturned slopes of her breasts to her small buttocks. Laurie ignored him. He was Leah's until the blonde gave him away. But right now, Leah was hers.

Cat-like, she sauntered up to the blonde, draping herself across the still-stunned woman. Leah's lips didn't hesitate to return the kiss and once again, they were involved in a deep, loud lip-lock.

Laurie smiled into the kiss as she felt Leah's first tentative touches on her breasts. She pulled off the other woman long enough to say, "Your fingers feel wonderful. Touch me." She hoped that the blonde saw the passion that seared in her eyes.

Leah couldn't believe she was actually feeling up another woman, but she couldn't deny the lustful feelings that it was bringing. Laurie's dark nipples responded quickly to her touch, growing hard and long under her timid manipulations.

Laurie needed more. She needed to feel more. She pulled her mouth off Leah's, straddled the other woman, and positioned her breasts right in her face. Running her hands through the blonde hair, she pulled Leah gently towards her tits, encouraging her to suckle. She wasn't disappointed.

Leah practically came as she sucked the brunette's nipple into her mouth. The aureole was big enough that she needed to open her mouth wide to cover the engorged flesh, but soon she narrowed her indulgence to the hard nipple alone, amazed that the rubbery tip was so much longer than hers ever got. Her left hand cupped the woman's other breast, her right found the smooth skin of the woman's tight backside. She could feel the toned muscles below the surface as she groped at them, pulling the woman in closer. She could feel the heat of Laurie's sex against her stomach, which only drove her feminine molestation higher.

Laurie tore at Leah's blond tresses, raking her fingernails across her scalp as an orgasm built up harder and harder.  Her whole body was buzzing hard from her narcotic high. The mouth at her nipple was impossibly wet and soft. She slammed her lips hard against Leah's as she came, her mouth fucking the other woman, their teeth and gums grinding against one another, their tongues diving down throats that were filled with the high pitched, high intensity groan of orgasm.

"Fuck, that was awesome," Laurie said, resting her head against Leah's shoulder. Her brow was sweaty, her body shook with energy, and her skin felt warm with sensation. Shit, she felt good! "Time to return the favor, sweetheart." With a kiss, she helped Leah out of her clothes.

The night was moving so fast. Leah watched Roberto as she was disrobed. The guy really did know what he was doing. He smiled warmly at her, held up a glass of champagne, and winked. She knew she was going to be in for something when she accepted this date – especially after the fucking he'd given her at the office – but never in a million years would she have thought that she'd be sitting back as another woman – dressed only in a tiny black g-string – pulled her blouse off and unhooked her bra. Never did she think she'd ever look down and see that same woman lowering herself to the floor and coaxing open her legs. Never would she have thought she'd have complied.

Now, Laurie's mouth couldn't cover her pussy fast enough.

"I'm going to taste you now. I'm going to eat your pussy until you scream. She slowly licked her top lip as she stared up at Leah through half closed lids. 

The blonde shivered as she saw Laurie's pink tongue run along her upper lip. Her face was still bathed in the golden light of the room, her cheeks flushed from the passion she had experienced at Leah's own mouth. Her brown hair lay over one shoulder and she impatiently flipped it away as she blew cool air over Leah's hot mound. 

Leah moaned as the air cooled her hot sex. "Do it. Lick my pussy," she wanted to say, but could only manage and quiet whine.

Laurie bent down, her lips scant centimeters from the blonde's wet pussy. She licked up one smooth lip then the other, her tongue flat, coating every inch of Leah's hairless labia with saliva. Leah struggled to drag in breath after breath. Laurie's tongue was painfully, teasingly, wonderfully slow. She began to lick in the insides of Leah's thighs, dipping her tongue into the hollow valleys, electrifying her already electrified skin. Leah was on the edge of a huge orgasm and the other woman hadn't even touched her clit yet.

Laurie ran her hands up Leah's splayed thighs, her thumbs trailing where her tongue had just been. "Are you ready for me? Are you ready for me to lick your pussy, honey?" Laurie questioned as her thumbs gently massaged the fat, wet, bald lips. 

Leah was panting. "Oh… God… ohgod… YES!" The last word was a keening wail as Laurie bent her head to the task. Her thumbs pushed Leah's wet pussy lips apart and her tongue snaked out to lightly touch the reclining woman's clit. Leah's hips pumped once as Laurie began to make small circles around the exposed clit. Leah began to shake, her fingers laced in Laurie's thick, dark hair.

Leah's hands felt wonderful in her hair, Laurie thought with cocaine-fueled alertness. She ran the flat of her tongue from Leah's perineum to her clit, savoring the dew-covered softness of that puffy skin. Armed with the knowledge that her female friend would be cumming on her tongue, she pushed her tongue inside Leah's wetness, anxious to get every drop of honey out of her. She dragged her tongue out of the sweet honeyed hole and began to add pressure to her small circles on Leah's clit. 

"Oh god" became the only thing Leah could utter as she felt her orgasm coming. Laurie curled two fingers inside Leah's cunt as the smaller woman let out a wail, the walls of her pussy pulsed and clamped around the invading woman's fingers. Laurie kept sucking on Leah's clit, her fingers squeezed to the point of breaking by the tight pussy. 

"Cum for me again, baby, cum again," Laurie whispered as she began to finger fuck her friend. Leah's hips moved of their own accord. She couldn't focus on anything, just the raw burning need concentrated between her legs. "I can't," she rasped. Then she felt teeth tugging on her nipple. Stunned, she opened her eyes to find Roberto sucking on her nipple, his teeth playing with the hard nub. Laurie twisted her fingers, searching for that rough patch that would send Leah flying. Finding it, she began to stroke Leah's g-spot repeatedly as Roberto played with her tits. "Oh shit, oh my God!" Leah screamed as she came again, her legs shaking and her pussy clamping down on Laurie's fingers.

Laurie let her come down slowly from her second orgasm as Roberto slid up to kiss her deeply. He loved watching women come. He loved the palpable bliss that enveloped them afterwards. He hoped to see it many times this evening.




Business & Pleasure Pt. 05



Leah nearly lost consciousness there for a moment, her senses slowly returning as her two companions did a couple more lines off the coffee table. For a moment, she considered joining them. Her breath quickened, her heart raced, and then she discarded the idea. Too much stuff was happening already. She couldn't take even that new experience.

"You've been a patient boy," she said at last, crossing her legs modestly and patting the spot next to her on the couch.

Laurie took a seat on the adjacent loveseat, tweaking her runny nose and letting the second rush run its course. Her sharp blue eyes drank in the site of Leah and Roberto as their lips smothered each other. Of their own accord, her fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of her g-string and across the dampened folds of her silky sex. She sniffed hard as her fingers quickly tweaked her little clit. She tasted the medicine drip in the back of her throat just as she pushed two digits into her pussy.

Leah pealed back layer after layer of Roberto's clothing, the dark curls of his chest hair matted and sweaty. Laurie could practically smell the pheromones pouring off of him from where she sat, licking her lips hungrily. His cock was dark and thick, nestled in a dark bush of trimmed pubes. Laurie's mouth began to water as she watched Leah's mouth cover that cock.

Roberto was flying high. He sat back, folded his hands behind his head, and let the little blonde go to work on him. His eyes never left the site of slim brunette finger fuck herself. Normally her body would be a shade too skinny for his tastes, but as he watched her, as he roamed the flawless complexion of her tanned skin, he decided he could make this one exception tonight.

Leah pulled off his cock long enough to beckon her female friend over to join her, giggling as she absent-mindedly stroked his spit-slick erection. The Italian loved the feeling of two mouths on him, especially when the two mouths would occasionally meet in a deep kiss. A set of lips on either side of his shaft, he knew that he didn't have much longer before he'd pop,

The blonde sensed this as well. She gave the turgid flesh one last kiss, swung her leg over his lap, and sat back on Roberto's prick. He had no problem sliding up inside her wetness tonight; she was as lubricated as a waterworks factory.

Laurie never left her front row seat between the lovers' legs. There was almost no sight more erotic for her than a hard cock parting the pink flesh of a beautiful pussy. This was one of the most beautiful of those couplings. She dipped her tongue in to join.

"Oh God!" Leah rolled her eyes as sensation overwhelmed her. Roberto made her feel as tight as a little girl and the smooth cheeks and playful tongue reminded her of her first bisexual encounter just minutes before. "Oh fuck!"

Leah wasn't the only one feeling like some inexperienced adolescent. No more than a minute or two of stroking in and out of the blonde and he felt his balls tighten. He tried to stop himself but all it took was one swipe of Laurie's tongue across her scrotum and he was done.

"Ngh!" Leah thrashed as she felt her lover's hot blast against the back wall of her cunt, her own orgasm overwhelming her hard and fast.

Laurie sat back and watched biology at work. The dark Italian's thickness was buried near the hilt, Leah's small, fat lips greedily accepting the pulsing flesh. She could practically see each packet of cum fly along the hard flesh and up into Leah's cunt.

When Leah's little snatch overflowed at last, Laurie was there to collect the escaping seed as it drooled across his balls. She hoped that this wouldn't be her only taste of him tonight. She was pretty sure it wouldn't be.

Leah sat sighing on Roberto's lap, refusing to move even as she felt his rigid cock begin to soften within her. The brunette worked her magical tongue down there. The blonde suddenly realized that her friend hadn't come yet. The initial thought of being responsible for that – of being responsible for making another woman come – sent a terrifying thrill down her spine. Could she actually do that?

Lowering her hands to Laurie's freckled cheeks, she coaxed the younger girl up to her mouth for a slow kiss. Her hands once again roamed Laurie's long body, but this time they had a purpose. The insignificant g-string offered little resistance as the blonde's small hand moved beneath them, feeling another woman's pussy for the first time in her young life.

It was sticky and damp, the flesh burning beneath her fingertips. Where she expected to find hair she didn't, but that didn't really surprise Leah. In fact, the idea of a completely bald cunt excited her for some inexplicable reason. She wouldn't want it any other way.

She shifted her hips on Roberto's lap and was surprised to feel her male lover's cock stirring. "You like watching?" she asked over her shoulder as her fingers continued to explore Laurie's sex. "She's completely shaved, you know. Does that excite you?" His cock flexed within her in response. "You dirty man. I bet you get off on that look." She shifted her hips again, caressing his semi-hard on inside her. "I'm fingering her now. I'm fingering her bald little cunt."

Leah wasn't normally one for talking dirty, but around Roberto, she couldn't help it. "God, she's really wet." She pulled two glistening fingers out of the black panties and held them up. "Want a taste?"

"You first."

Leah's first taste of a woman was a pleasant one. Not exactly sweet, more tangy than anything else, she knew she wanted more.

"Good?"

"Wonderful."

Laurie was regarding them curiously, her blue eyes bright with anticipation of the fun yet to come.

"Laurie, why don't you take off your panties and sit back on the table?" Roberto asked. "I think Leah would like to have another taste…"

Leah's breath caught once again at the notion of going down on Leah. Could she really do it? The brunette shimmied out of her panties, exposing her hairless pussy. Leah knew that she couldn't resist.

"Oh yeah!" Laurie sighed as the blonde tongued her burning folds, her warm saliva feeling as comforting as a cool salve. The other woman was tentative and shy, which only fueled that fire for Laurie. She was deflowering this beautiful young blonde; she was this girl's first pussy. All she could do was rest on her palms and spread her narrow thighs wider.

Suspended between a cock and a pussy, Leah's ability to think like a rational woman was rapidly disappearing. She wanted to be a source of pleasure. She wanted to be pleasure. She fucked back into Roberto's thickness as her lips and tongue went wild over her first woman. Lapping and lapping, she pulled the brunette's soft petals open with her fingers and speared her tongue as deep as it would go. 

"Oh God!" Leah no longer knew whether it was her or one of her lovers who was yelling it. She didn't care. She was an animal. She stopped thinking. She fucked. Going in for the kill, she easily thrust three fingers into Laurie's spongy cunt, her lips closing around the hard little clit. "Oh FUCK!!!"

It all happened at once. They all came at once. Roberto seemed to shoot his flaming cum through her entire body, flames licking along her arms, her fingers, her nipples. Her face was awash of Laurie's essence as the brunette jammed her bald pussy against her mouth. She groaned against the wetness, her fingers curling up as the threesome shuddered.

Time became a fluid thing from that moment on. It became a montage of pleasure, one scene fading dreamily into the next with soft fades. She was being kissed on the couch. She was being led by a tall, giggling woman to the shower. Soft lips on her pussy as the shower washed her with hot pin-pricks. "Oh God, what are you doing?" Her heart pounded as Laurie scrapped a razor across her little patch of pubic hair. "Oh my God, what am I doing?"

In the bedroom, she was laid down, Laurie's slender thighs straddling her head as the woman's mouth descended on her freshly denuded cunt. "Oh God!" she cried, closing her eyes and got control of her emotions. When she opened her eyes, the beautiful close up of Laurie's fleshy folds caused her mouth to water. She cocked her head forward and ran the tip of her tongue along the soft slit.

A cock prodded the entrance to her pussy, the head sliding just inside. Laurie used it as she would a toy, stirring it up across the woman's exposed clit before raking it deep along her gash. Leah began coming before Roberto had even penetrated her, and her orgasm didn't seem to stop for the rest of the night.

She was 69ed. She was fucked from behind. She was begging to be fucked. The threesome rutted at it like animals, pausing long enough to catch a breath before returning to the fold. Countless times, she watched her two lovers bump up, doing lines even as they fucked and were fucked. Countless times, she considered joining, if only to stave off the cloudy unconsciousness that threatened her at every turn. Countless times, she passed up the opportunity.

The last thing she remembered was very vivid. It stayed with her in her sleep. It haunted her on waking. Laurie was between her legs for the nth time that evening, eating Leah's freshly shaved pussy with unbridled lust. Roberto approached her from behind, clutching the brunette's slender hips, and driving himself hard into her. Leah felt the penetration quake through her female lover's body. She felt Laurie's hot breath moan against her cunt.

It had been the unspoken agreement that while Roberto and Laurie could play around, they wouldn't fuck. However tentative it was, Roberto was Leah's. With this one quick thrust, Leah's world finally collapsed. She came hard as too many emotions crashed in around her: lust, jealousy, anger, exhaustion. She came hard against the brunette's soft cheeks and long tongue. Her body went rigid and even her own moans were overwhelmed by a single, high-pitched cry.

Author's note: Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed this latest installment of Business and Pleasure. I've hit a bit of a writer's block at this point. I'm opening the story up to you, my readers, to offer suggestions for its future direction. Please send any thoughts/requests you may have via the feedback. If you leave your e-mail address, I'll be glad to write back and we can discuss it. I'd like to keep the plot coherent and realistic, so bear the characters' personalities and backgrounds in mind. Thanks again and I appreciate the support!