0 comments/ 13092 views/ 4 favorites Partnership By: qadishtu I want to thank my collaborative, special friend, Dave. Taking turns in writing each scenario was a 'turn-on' and filled with anticipation. Without him, Sharon and John would never have met. * Partnership Sharon's heels clicked on the concrete as she walked toward the Chicago law firm of Connelly & Frisk. Unlocking the front entrance, a cool blast of air hit her face as she entered the front lobby. The night watchman, Joe, sat behind the counter. "The boss has you working with him after hours again tonight, Ms. Jones?" "Hi Joe. Yes, Mr. Connelly needs a lot of help with this case. I am grateful for the job, so I can't complain." Sharon said. "Well. Don't work too hard." Glancing at her watch, she noted she should have been upstairs 5 minutes ago. She knew Mr. Connelly didn't like tardiness. Quickening her step, she reached the elevator door, pushing the button for up. Sharon stepped onto the elevator and reached over to push the 9th floor. A moment later, the doors opened and she walked to Mr. Connelly's door, knocking gently. "Come in!" said Mr. Connelly. Sharon opened the door, entered and sat down. "Good evening, John." Sharon was a young lawyer who had recently joined Connelly & Frisk. She had been married for five years, but that had come to an end and now she was divorced, single again, and needed to start earning a good salary. Sharon dressed smartly for work, jacket and skirt, but loved colors, not the basic black. Today her suit was pink. She loved silk and wore a silk blouse, buttoned down the front. Her skirt was just above the knees, complete with stockings and heels. Her figure was fabulous and she looked gorgeous. Her blouse was open at the neck and the 'v' down to her buttons was perhaps a little low for a law firm, but nobody complained! The 'v' showed her abundant cleavage and the outline of her lacy bra could be seen under her blouse. Sharon tried to convince herself she didn't dress to attract her boss, but looking across the desk at him she knew she was lying to herself. John was a tall man, older than her by at least 10 years. He had wide shoulders and a broad chest, green eyes and once dark hair that was now streaked with grey. She had always had a weakness for grey hair. John usually wore a tie, but Sharon noticed tonight he had no tie and several buttons were undone showing a tangle of chest hair. Sharon couldn't help but look at that and wonder if the hair trailed down his chest and stomach. She blushed thinking what might lie further and glanced up to John's face to see he was intently studying her. Her hands shaking, she opened the file containing the Peterson case. "W-w-where was we the other night with the list of defendants, John" she stammered, trying to get her mind on the work at hand. "Sharon, we can discuss that later, at the moment I have a question of a more personal nature." John stood and walked around the desk. Reaching down and grasping Sharon's hand he pulled her to her feet. "I love your suit, the colour is lovely, and you are very very attractive. But the question I want to ask you is both personal and work! I have just been appointed to another large case and I want you to help me. However.... this time it means going away for a week as the client is out of town. We have to meet the client and then speak to the witnesses, which there are a lot of them. So will you join me?" Sharon was taken aback by this but answered, "Yes, I would be happy to help with this case." Privately she wondered where all this would lead. Looking at John her thoughts were jumping ahead fast (too fast?) but a week with just John, mmmmmmm..... John interrupted her thoughts, saying, "Good, I am so glad. First we must rap up this Peterson case, then next Monday early I will meet you at the airport." With that he returned to his seat and they both started going though the Peterson papers. Later that evening, as John locked up his office he thought of the trip next week. He wasn't sure if Sharon was attracted to him as much as he was to her. He normally kept business and pleasure separated, and after his wife's death 3 years ago had plunged into work, not leaving much time for pleasure. But he found Sharon, not only attractive, but intelligent and very much his equal. But what if she didn't feel the same way? He had caught her sneaking glances at him the last few weeks as they had put long hours after work on various cases, but perhaps he was reading too much into those looks. Sharon arrived home late that night. Slipping off her shoes and grabbing a nightcap, she stretched out on the sofa to think about John's proposition earlier. He had been very generous in bumping up her salary, but she also knew she worked hard and deserved every penny of it. She had mixed feelings about next week's trip. Could she continue to keep her feelings to herself? After her divorce, she had tried to pretend that she didn't need a man or sex in her life, but only knew that she was fooling herself. Picking up the remote to her CD player she clicked it on. Soft jazz poured out of the speakers as she tried to clear her mind. The music was relaxing and sensual. Sliding her hand under the edge of her skirt she unfastened the garters holding her stockings. Rolling the stocking down her leg, she imagined John was removing them...... Mmmmmmm she thought! Enough of that. She took her drink into the bedroom, removed her work clothes, and then went to shower. Lathering herself she could still hear the music and the alcohol was slowly relaxing her. Thinking more about the events of the day, she lathered soap on her breasts, giving attention to her nipples which harden under her touch. She soaped down her body paying particular attention to her pussy and ass. Standing under the shower a bit longer, Sharon washed away the soap and enjoyed the warm jet on her neck. It was so relaxing. Sharon dried herself with a big fluffy towel and then put on her silk night dress and gown. In the kitchen she poured herself another drink then lay down on the bed. Sharon's eyes started to close but her thoughts were too strong. She touched first her breasts and then her pussy, stroking them very slowly but sensuously. It was all too much, the events of the day, imagining John there beside her, the shower and the wine. Stroking her clit until it became swollen and her fingers explored that part that she loved and it happened....shouting out with her orgasm. Not content with that she continued until she had another. It was so overwhelming. Sharon was excited as the sensations pulsed through her body, slowing until she was relaxed and drifted contentedly off to sleep. Across town, unbeknownst to Sharon, John was lying naked on his bed, eyes closed, stroking his cock as he imagined Sharon naked in front of him. Every since hiring her, he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. Her full lips beckoned to be kissed and he moaned aloud as he imagined what she could do with those lips. Sliding his hand up and down his shaft as his other cupped his balls...he tried to not rush things. But all he could think of was her and with those thoughts, he stroked faster, feeling his cock swell larger and his balls tighten. Crying out as he came, he pictured her lips tight around his cock. 'Damn John' he thought to himself. 'She may not even think of you that way.' Cleaning himself off, he turned out the lights, images of Sharon tormenting his sleep. The week before they left was busy. Both John and Sharon had very little time to spend alone or near one another. Several days before she needed to meet John, Sharon carefully packed her bags. First she packed the basics, a couple of business suits and half a dozen blouses. 'Now for some fun' she said to herself as she walked back to her wardrobe. The first dress she picked out was black with a collar at the neck, slashed down the front to almost her navel and the back was backless down to her waist. She tried it on, it was a miracle how it went on but she loved it. The next dress was red with a halter neck which then just covered her breasts and finished with a short flared skirt. But she also needed something long and chose a full length black skirt slit up one leg. To go with it she chose a white blouse with a low neckline which would show her lovely breasts. For underwear she had a couple of lacy bras for her work suits, a lovely uplift bra for the blouse and some fun bras, one was red peek-a-boo, another was just wired and half cup to the underside of her nipples and also a pink basque. She threw in several g-strings and some lacy panties; one was a really naughty crotchless pair. Shoes, a pair sensible work heels and two pairs of fantastic high heeled shoes with a minimum of straps! She suddenly thought, 'what happens if John doesn't respond!!' But she immediately put that though out of her mind. Finally, for nightwear she chose a long black gown and coat in silk, again slashed to the waist, and two baby-dolls, one was tied with ribbons down the front and the other was halter neck which barely covered her breasts. Stockings, garter belt and make up and she was there!! At the airport, John checked his watch for the third time. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous and had actually arrived 45 minutes earlier than needed. Sharon had a good 15 minutes before she needed to check in her luggage. Thinking back to last night, he mused over the 'extras' he had packed for the trip. A bottle of lightly scented massage oil, a pair of leather and furry hand restraints, and a couple of other surprises. 'Damn, John thought, I might scare her off if things go as I hope they will.' In John's heart, he hoped that Sharon was open-minded, sensual and sexually interested in him. If not, he was afraid this trip would end their excellent work relationship and friendship. Just as he started to glance at his watch once again, he noticed her walking toward him. She was dressed casually, in a lightweight flowing skirt, sandals, and a peasant blouse. Not use to seeing her out of office wear, he was startled but overjoyed to see her looking so carefree and beautiful. He was sure she had packed dressier clothing as he had for business, but hoped that she had packed for evening and the bedroom. He had dressed for the flight casual as well, in jean, loafers and a dark green polo shirt. "Hi Sharon. I hope you had no trouble getting here. Here's your ticket. I hope you don't mind, but we are seated together." Reaching out to take the ticket, her fingers tingled as his hand touched hers. Looking down at the tickets her eyes opened wide as she looked up at John. "First class?" After checking in their luggage they went to wait for their flight. Wandering around the shops they stopped by a jeweler. Sharon was admiring a brooch. John agreed that it was lovely and asked Sharon if he could buy it for her. Sharon said, "That is very kind but you mustn't." John replied that he wanted to give her something as a thank you for helping him so much. The assistant pulled the brooch out. It suited Sharon perfectly and she pinned it on her blouse. Once on the plane they settled down and after take off John ordered two glasses of champagne. They talked about everything, except work! John asked Sharon about her family, parents, brothers and sisters and Sharon asked the same. More champagne and more chatting, John felt he was really getting to know this lovely lady and Sharon saw a more relaxed and charming side of John's personality. John was trying to find a way of getting to know Sharon even better but he was still not sure how Sharon might respond. So during the conversation he emphasized a point by leaning towards Sharon and lightly placing his hand on hers. Sharon smiled at him and placed her other hand over his, as she agreed with him. When lunch was served they had their meal and held hands again, this time under the meal trays. John was bolder and rested his hand on Sharon's leg, she didn't mind so he let his little finger rub her leg and she moved closer to him. Sharon said that she hadn't really thanked him properly for the brooch and she softly kissed his cheek. A little later the plane landed at the Guardia Airport in New York City and they walked to the waiting rental limo for the ride to the hotel. Sharon watched the busy streets as the limo traveled toward Manhattan. It had been several years since she had been to New York City and watched as the lights of the city glowed. John leaned over brushing against her to whisper in her ear. "I hope you don't mind, I reserved dinner for us tonight at Sugiyama's. I hope you like Japanese cuisine." Inside Sharon's heart thumped. She knew this Japanese restaurant, but had never been there. It was a very expensive restaurant that started with raw, delicate foods building up to robust cooked dishes. "Oh John, I love Japanese food, but you don't have to go to that much trouble." "Please, Sharon, let me make the arrangements for this week. I need you to only concentrate on your work and enjoying yourself when we are not working." Just as she started to speak again, the limo pulled up to their hotel. Looking out the door, she stared at the front of the The Carlyle, a beautiful hotel on Madison Avenue. Things were happening quickly as the driver unloaded their bags with the porter at the entrance of the hotel. John arranged to pick up the keys and led Sharon to the elevators. On the ride up the elevator, John turned to Sharon and said, "I reserved a double suite, with two bedrooms. I hope I am not being to forward ...ummm, but I figure it might make it easier to work on this case if we needed to after hours." Sharon noticed the hesitation in his voice. Was she reading too much into the connecting rooms? John opened the door, leading into the setting room. Sharon's bags were placed in one bedroom and John's in the adjoining one. On a table an ice bucket contained a bottle of Champagne. Popping the cork to the Champagne, John handed Sharon a glass and raised a toast. "To a wonderful week in New York City." Sipping the Champagne, John thought about the week coming up. The client in New York would actually require only a few hours every day. Hopefully, he could spend lots of time trying to woe Sharon. He had been planning this for some time and hoped that his senses were correct. She appeared to enjoy his touch on the plane and he didn't want Sharon to think that his interest or feelings were trivial. Leaning over, John kissed Sharon on the cheek and said, "Why don't you take about an hour to freshen up and change for dinner. I will knock when the car is ready to leave." Sharon went to her room and unpacked her bag. Then she undressed and had a shower. Standing under the shower she thought of the flight and also the room arrangements, is this too much to hope for, she thought as she lazily soaped herself and played with her nipples. If only.....! Back in the bedroom she chose the black backless dress with the slashed front, taking her time she put on her stockings and garter belt, then a g-string. Sitting in front off the mirror she put on her make-up, using a subtle shade of lipstick, and looking at the result she thought 'you look terrific!' High heels and then the dress with a wrap, a few deft drops of perfume and she was ready. A few minutes later John knocked on the door. When he saw Sharon he was overwhelmed, "You are so beautiful" he said, and handed her a rose, then took her arm and went down to the car. At the restaurant he said, "Connelly and I have a reservation". "Yes sir, just one moment while I get your hostess." A few minutes the maitre de returned with the hostess, wearing a kimono. "This is Syouko and she will be looking after you this evening." Syouko motioned for them to follow her as she led Sharon and John through the main restaurant and along a corridor. She stopped and pulled back the wall panel to an exquisite room. Japanese music was playing softly, there was rush matting on the floor. In the center of the room was a small table set into a recess in the floor, with two big cushions. "Please make yourselves comfortable." After arranging themselves on the cushions, Syouko poured them sake. She left the room and quickly returned with two plates of appetizers. They saw from the menu that several small dishes would follow before a dish of steak prepared as they chose. Syouko left again while Sharon and John savored the setting. She returned shortly with wine and the next course. Sharon and John enjoyed the little courses and also each other's company, again talking about everything, John asking Sharon about her likes and dislikes. When Syouko brought the steaks she said, "Please ring this bell when you have finished or if you require anything." The steaks were perfect, the wine was superb and they both enjoyed the intimacy of the meal. John again put his hand on Sharon's and she covered it with her hand. He said. "This is a wonderful evening with a gorgeous beautiful lady." Sharon said she loved the evening. John leaned over and kissed her cheek, Sharon thought 'let's be bold!' so she kissed his cheek and then lightly kissed his mouth. John pulled her to him and kissed her; with his arms around her he fondled the back of her neck and opened his mouth. Sharon responded and their tongues met as the passion welled up in both of them. Sharon said, "Perhaps we had better finish our meal." They both continued eating for a few moments. Then John said, "I have never had an evening like this," kissing her again but this time caressing her breast. Sharon covered his hand and moved it into her dress so that he could feel the roundness of her breast and her erect nipples. John reached around her neck and undid the clasp of her dress so that he could see the full beauty of her breasts. He kissed her again and then leaned over to kiss her breast taking her nipple into his mouth. Sharon moaned with ecstasy as his tongue ran over her nipple while his fingers cupped her breast. Sharon's hand went down to John's thigh and she ran her fingers along the inside of his thigh, feeling his reaction as he continued sucking her breast. She felt his hardness and pressed her fingers against him. John shuddered with excitement as he felt her touch. Opening his zipper she pulled out his cock. Leaning over she slid his cock into her mouth. She loved his hardness and its shape, not too big, not too thick, uncut with a sexy tip, just right for her mouth as she took it between her lips and ran her tongue up and down the shaft while she cupped his balls. John wanted more but also wanted to completely share the final moment with Sharon. With great restraint, he whispered, "Shall we make ourselves more comfortable at the hotel?" The car trip back to the hotel seemed much longer than it actually was. The sexual tension was obvious and difficult for them both to restrain from doing more than kissing. Finally, pulling up to the hotel door, they got out of the car, and headed for the elevator. Luckily, no one was around and when the elevator doors closed, John pulled Sharon against him. Grabbing her ass in both hands he pulled her against his groin and leaned over to claim her mouth. To his delight, Sharon's response was to moan, wrap her arms around his neck and return the kiss with matching passion. The elevator stopped and both were startled out of their kiss by the opening of the doors and the young man who walked on the elevator. Sharon looked up to see the young man smile a knowing smile and wink, causing her to blush. Sharon followed John without question, all thoughts of work gone from her mind. Unlocking his suite room, John stood back to allow Sharon to enter. Closing the door, he once again pulled her against him, kissing her mouth hungrily, trailing his lips down her throat and sliding her dress aside so he could capture her nipple, sucking greedily. Sharon's knees shook as she felt the pulse and the dampness between her legs. Her hips pushed against his now hard cock in his slacks. Backing Sharon up against the edge of the bed she moaned as John's tongue worked its magic on her breasts. Sliding up her dress, he pushed her onto the bed roughly pulling apart her legs to allow him access to her panty covered pussy. John kissed her inner thighs, sucking on the flesh and nipping until Sharon cried out, 'Please John! Yes!' Pressing his mouth down again her mound he sucked on the now wet panties, inhaling her scent. Partnership Sex It was bizarre certainly, but did it breach any moral or religious code? David and Sheila climbed the stairs. They were at the door. Sheila took her hand to the buzzer knob, hesitated for moment, and then withdrew it. She turned to her husband and looked straight into his eyes. She sought his hand and held it tightly. "I'm afraid David I have brought you to something that may turn out to be horrible." "On the other hand," said David, "we will be keeping these two really good people from splitting as they most certainly will if they continue as they are. I am sure that at the end of the day we would be pleased at what we have come to do." Sheila smiled, and kissed him on the lips. "I like your spirit of sacrifice," she said with a wry smile. * * * It was a cool summer evening. David was engrossed in the sports page of the newspaper and Sheila, who was wiping the drawing room furniture, was ever and on darted glances at her husband the way wife's do before broaching a sensitive topic. She talked of this and that and then finally took the plunge. "Are you in a mood to do a good deed, David?" "You know I am always willing and eager." "But this one is bizarre." "What if? When it comes to doing good deeds anything goes." "That's fine," said Sheila. "You know the Wheatlys?" "You mean that American couple, Larry, and his wife Betty, your very particular friend. What good have we to perform for their welfare?" "Well I am not sure about that. It's absolutely bizarre. You can't guess it in a million tries." "Sheila, your body language speaks of very interesting things. I am getting strangely fascinated. Out with it." David like all men made fun of his wife's desire for gossip, and again like all men he was greatly interested in knowing what she had gleaned. "I don't know how to start." "From the beginning I suppose." "I just can't David. The very thought of repeating what Betty told me gives me goose flesh. Promise you will not be shocked or angry." "If you were not shocked why should I be?" "That's a good way of viewing it. I must say I was not at all positive about it, but I am certain you may not find it so difficult to accept it. Anyway here goes. Betty came to me yesterday after the meeting and said she wanted me to drive her home. When we were crossing the park she asked me to drive in, and there we stopped for almost two hours. Betty told the sad story of her married life. It touched me in a tender spot. I felt I had to help her. "Like us the Wheatlys are in the early forties and like us they are childless. They are a popular couple in spite of their reserve." Sheila paused to arrange what Betty had told her in proper order before speaking. "Their problem started in the honeymoon itself'," she continued. "Larry was not able to do." "You mean he was not able to have an erection?" "He did have an erection but it as not firm enough." "I don't think I follow you Shiela. These Americans, men and women, have sex before marriage. How did Larry have to wait for the honeymoon to find out?" "I asked Betty the same question." "Really?" "Yes, I did, and she told me that many Americans do wait for the honeymoon. She did wait, and so she said had Larry. Anyway Larry was not able to perform." "Viagra?" "Even after Viagra, and doctors of various types, and quack medicines too. One day Larry requested permission to release Betty from the marriage. For the first time Betty said she broke down and holding Larry in a tight embrace she wept her eyes out for she loved Larry very much. About six months after marriage they both got jobs in Waterloo, Iowa. This was godsend for they got their break." "You mean something happened, and Larry was able to perform?" "Yes. They had a couple who were slightly older then themselves as neighbours. Betty became friendly with them. Frances Balkin got to know of the problem from Betty and she had a suggestion. This Balkin couple it seems were totally uninhibited about sex and that is what led to the discovery. When the Balkins were in New York State they knew a couple, Reggie and Alto. Reggie had little interest in sex. They did have sex but Reggie had very little drive with the result that they had sex very infrequently very much to the Alto's frustration. The Balkins and they once took a holiday and in one place they were able to get only one room that both had to share. They had been frolicking in the swimming pool and were hot with desire. The Balkins told them that they were going to make love and laughingly invited them to watch. They meant what they said. They made love and Reggie and Alto watched first surreptitiously, and then when they found the Balkins totally unconscious of their presence, quite openly. This induced the desire in Reggie and they had it too with Reggie performing with all his animal instincts let loose for the first time. They loved it that way with the others watching them, and at the end applauding. They extended their stay for another night and after return they made it a regular feature. "When Frances told Betty this story Betty was interested and after an initial hesitation they went on a holiday and took a double room. Betty was positively frightened, but the Balkins were most reassuring. After a light dinner they moved to Frances' room. Frances changed to an open shirt so open and her breasts were exposed most of the time. At her suggestion Betty changed to a similar shirt too. In the beginning she was pulling the shirt to cover her breasts and soon she let it go. They watched the Balkins make love, and it was then that Betty saw Larry's thing getting big and angry. As the Balkins watched they had their very first intercourse. The next two years were heavenly. And then tragedy struck. The Balkins had to leave for California on promotion; Betty and Larry were back in square one." "Even after Larry had performed successfully for more two years?" "Yes David, once the peculiar stimulus Larry needed was gone he was back to where he was. Larry gets a proper erection only when he sees someone making love. It was then that they opted for this job hoping the change of scene may work the trick. It has not. They have reached a state of near psychological collapse." "So Betty wants to know if we can take the place of the Balkins," said David. "Yes." "How did you react to the request?" asked David. "I said nothing, but it seemed so horrible, so obscene that my body language must have shown it. When she saw my reaction Betty nearly collapsed." "'Sorry Sheila,' she said, 'I unsay all I had said. Please don't abhor me. I simply can't bear to lose your friendship' I was touched by her sincerity. She said her Larry was so tender and so gentle that she feels miserable to see him suffer after a failure. He is scared she may leave him for a normal man, and is not reassured even after her most earnest pleading that when she promised in church that she would stick to him through sickness and health she meant every word of it. It was more for him than for her sake that she wants our help." "Do you find it less horrible now?" "David I'll be frank with you. I am sufficiently softened not reject it without discussing it with you. Betty says that when her neighbour first invited her she was horrified too, but when it happened it was actually fun. She says it is not more embarrassing than say frolicking in water in swimming costume in a crowd of scantily clad swimmers. I was touched to see her in that plight. I felt that we must help them. I know you want excitement in your sex life that I am unable to provide. You say that going through the same pattern in lovemaking has made it boring, and you want to try new things. This may be that. Thank you for listening. What do you say?" David took time to reply. "My first impulse is to say yes," he said. "I of course accept your assessment of the Wheatlys." "You may without second thought. They are really first class people. What is their problem David?" "This is not an uncommon problem. In some men sex drive is weak. Your friend's husband needs more than normal stimulus to get aroused, and stay aroused till ejaculation. "Is it paraphilia?" "No, Sheila, it's not. Paraphilia is a pathological state. Your friend's husband's problem is a variation of the normal. Watching porn movies arouses all men, but they can do without that stimulus. This man needs a live show to kick start him." Shiela left to lay the table for supper. David stretched on the sofa. The idea excited him. He smiled. Sheila's obvious interest in the scheme amused him. It was strange to him that his wife, so often prudish in matters concerning sex, should opt for this thrilling adventure. She must have chanced upon her favourite fantasy. He hoped her other fantasies were equally daring ones. And then these Wheatlys were from a far off land, and not the ones they will ever meet once they leave the country. Sheila would certainly not have agreed if they were locals. Ten days later David was watching TV after supper when Sheila after clearing the dining table came and sat down beside him. She took out a piece of paper and invited her husband to listen to what she had to say. "I told Betty that we are game but I wanted her to promise that there is no partner swapping even remotely on the agenda. Betty says it must be their place, as they have no danger of visitors suddenly popping in. We both have checked our dates. We have chosen next Monday, five days from today and the time is after supper. We go there and after the event come back home. It is almost as if we went for a late night movie." "What's in the bit of paper you are waving about like a banner," asked David. Sheila consulted the paper. "They will provide coffee, South Indian style, and no hard drinks. Like us the Wheatlys do not smoke. No cameras of course." Sheila giggled. "We come dressed the usual way and change to T-shirt for me, and lungi for you. That's what they will also be wearing. "Lungi? Does he wear those?" "Yes that's his home wear. Larry finds Indian dress suitable for our hot and humid climate." "Anything else?" "And one or rather two more points. We are not to look away when things are happening. We may stare. We should stare. You may hold Betty's hands and I may Larry's, but that is about all." "Anything else?" "There is a bit for me but you need not know what that is." "May I guess?" "Of course, but I don't want to know." Sheila left for some household chores and David smiled wryly as he watched her departing. The girls had not only written the story and the script, but were directing the play they were to act in. * * * It was the Monday. After a light supper Sheila and David got into their car. Adventure time was upon them. The door opened and the smiling friendly faces of the Americans were reassuring to both; David was not feeling too comfortable either. Betty was small, chic as they say, with dark hair. She was pretty. Larry's build was average by Indian standards, but probably small for an American. Introductions were soon over and they sat across the table sipping excellent South Indian coffee from tiny cups. This was a good conversation starter. The couple it seemed had fallen in love with the local filter coffee and now drink nothing else. The conversation went on to the inevitable one of Madras traffic. When David and Larry were comparing notes Betty called Sheila away. They came back soon after. "I think it's time to change," said Betty. Betty led Sheila and David to a side room. David changed to his lungi with body bare. Sheila wore a loose T-shirt that came up to her knees with nothing underneath. She viewed herself in the mirror. She did look attractive. Loose it was, but the shirt seemed to accentuate the size of her magnificent breasts rather than hide it. "What is the plan?" he asked. "None at all. We know what we have come for, and we do what we feel like doing. We allow events to develop. It may stop with kissing, or it may go on to fondling, or it may go all the way. They are prepared for anything. They understand that what they are asking of us is something extraordinary. Betty said that we only do what we are totally willing to do. That is the understanding. If we are hot and we do like privacy to continue we can move to the bedroom and bolt the door," They left for the scene of action. There were not cots in the room, only carpets on the floor and bolsters. On a corner table there was a microwave oven, coffee filter with decoction, a jar of milk, sugar and tiny cups. Shiela wondered if the cups were from a child's toy set. As the room was only 10 feet square the bolsters were close to each other. Shiela and David sat on the bolster in one corner and the hosts on the other. For Westerners who had been in India for scarcely six months they squatted like natives. Betty wore a shirt similar to Sheila's. It was so thin that it was almost a see through. She had only one of the lower buttons on. "Some coffee?" she asked and with David and Shiela agreeing she mixed coffee and poured into the two tiny cups and placed it in front of the her guests. She had to bend low, and her breasts seemed to acquire a will of their own for they brushed the shirt flaps aside and made for the open. Betty did not seem to mind, which considering the agenda of the day was not surprising. David instinctively averted his eyes, but Shiela nudged, and David first slyly, and then quite boldly directed his eyes at the beasts that were, for one of Betty's size, large and shapely. David who considered himself a connoisseur of female breasts approved. He had never before seen a white woman's breasts and the cherry pinkness of the nipple impressed him most. It was then that he noticed that Shiela had also done up only one of her shirt buttons as if by previous arrangement, but she, out of modesty, was pulling the shirt this way and that to keep her breasts covered. Hers were much larger than Betty's. 'How long can you be doing that?' asked David to himself. After pouring the coffee Betty went to her husband and sat in front of him and he invitingly spread his legs to make room for her. He wrapped his arms round her body and cupped her breasts, and she snuggled closer to him. He kissed her gently on one ear and then on the other, and Betty sensuously moved her head this way and that. She twisted her body too, and her skirt climbed up to mid-thighs, and then went all the way to her waist exposing her totally. Slowly and deliberately Betty pulled her skirt down and rolled over to face her husband. They hugged and kissed and the skirt was again awry now exposing her glassy smooth bottom. Shiela snuggled closer to David. They were heating to melting point. "Some more coffee? Shiela is good at it," said David and his hosts said they were eager to taste Madras coffee prepared by a native. Shiela mixed the coffee in two cups and brought them on a tray. When she bent to place the tray down both her breasts hung down like mangoes. Then happened an event that well and truly broke the ice. Sheila was squatting with knees bent, bearing her weight on her forefeet. It was a delicate posture, and she unbalanced and fell backwards. Her legs were spread and feet were in the air. And there she lay facing her hosts fully exposed. She was making desperate attempts to get up when David came to her 'rescue'. He held her by the waist and hugged her and kissed her without any attempt to cover her, and his wife did not mind it one bit. They were hugging and kissing and soon David with one flip whisked off her shirt and was on top of her. He undressed and entered her and she responded. They had orgasms in waves. They lay exhausted. They were so hot that they were unaware of their friends seated across not many feet away watching them with eyes wide open. It was the Wheatlys turn. The David-Shiela show had done the trick for Larry. They were not for foreplay. For them it was hammering the iron when it's hot. He was on top of Betty and she was holding his hips in a tight embrace with her feet entwined. They were moving to and fro rhythmically working towards a climax. They had an orgasm, and then she had a second. Later she was to say that it was the first time that she had had two. They lay on the carpet pleasantly exhausted each in their own corner. They were silent for Sheila in her shyness and embarrassment did not contemplate even eye contact with her friend. She lay hugging her husband in a tight embrace and tingling all over with a sensation that was indescribable. "I need to wash," she said. She got up taking the T-shirt, but David pulled it from her. She shook her head coquettishly but did not persist. She boldly walked to the toilet clad as Eve. Betty took the cue from her and later did the same. They lay, all four of them in the nude, chatting. Soon, like nudists, they were comfortable in their nakedness. The clock stuck twelve. It was pumpkin time as Betty termed it. They washed and changed. Betty embraced Sheila at the door. "I must thank both of you for understanding our needs and doing so much that Larry and I succeeded beyond our dreams. It has been the most beautiful day in my life," she said. They promised to meet once a month, but this first one was to be the last. Sheila was unwell and soon she knew why. She was with child. The very next day Betty said she was feeling queasy too, and Sheila from the symptoms, diagnosed it as a pregnancy. The doctor soon confirmed it. "Remarkable, isn't it David that both of us should become pregnant," said Sheila. David had done some study on this phenomenon. He was able to explain. "Any emotion, be it fear, or pleasure or anxiety that is deeply felt during intercourse increases the chances of pregnancy," he said. "A coolie woman already with a large family is in great fear of another pregnancy when she sleeps with her husband. This increases the chances of pregnancy. That's why our poor have large families. Fear and loathing increases the chances of pregnancy in rape. In early honeymoon the chances of pregnancy are great because of happiness. We performed in a state of great excitement and so apparently had the Wheatlys." "For us yes, but this is not new for the Wheatlys," said Shiela. "Shiela, modesty should not stand in our way of accepting that ours was a super show the like of which they could not possibly have witnessed. When you unbalanced and fell backwards I caught you and there and then we had it. The distance and the angle were just right for them to see our strategic parts in the minutest detail. It was sex in the raw. An explosion was inevitable. "This must be an excellent way to help childless couples. We will name it partnership sex," said Sheila giggling. "Good idea. You must tell others how you became pregnant," said David with a wry smile. Sheila tapped him on the head. "Don't be too sure, master, I may." She may too. Considering the daring with which she had worked out this scheme she was fully capable of starting a crusade for partnership sex. The Wheatlys soon left for home. Both couples had girls. Little Sheila in Baltimore and little Betty in Madras have not met yet. Their parents want them to meet soon for two good reasons—one is too obvious to need mention, the other, they do not want their little ones to be lonely only children of the family. Partnership John pulled away to kiss Sharon again and loosening her dress so that he could see the whole beauty of her breasts. Sharon stood up and let the dress drop to the floor, while she did a little twirl letting John marvel at the luscious curve of her breasts, her long legs and also the curve of her ass. John took his shirt off and dropped his trousers. He opened his arms and pulled Sharon back onto the bed. There he kissed Sharon again on the lips, planting kisses on her neck and down to her breasts, sucking each nipple. He trailed his kisses down her tummy while he eased off her g-string. Sharon lifted her hips as John slipped off the g-string. John went down between Sharon's legs and kissed first one thigh and then the other, working up higher and higher. As he kissed her he put his hand on Sharon's pussy and Sharon put her hand on his. His index finger caressed her pussy lips and probed inside. John was now kissing the top of her thighs and he took his hand away so that he could kiss her pussy. As he kissed her the tip of John's tongue slid in, finding her clit. John touched it with the tip of his tongue and felt it swell as Sharon moaned. Sharon leaned down and kissed John's head, he turned to her and they both kissed. She kissed and teased John's nipples in mass of chest hair and then trailed down to take his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, playing with his tip. She said, "I want you so much, please fuck me." John kissed her again and his cock probed at her pussy before entering her. She lifted her hips as he slid deep inside her, thrusting in and out to an increasing rhythm. Sharon responded to this rhythm so that they were one in unison with each other. This was not just lust and sex but love and passion, two human beings becoming one and fusing with each other. The excitement grew as the rhythm increased and they could both feel each other responding, Sharon shouted, "Fuck me, fuck me!" and John groaned, "I am cumming." "Yes! Yes!" cried Sharon. John could feel the cum surging up and Sharon was rising to ecstasy, then, then, it happened... John came with a great push and Sharon experienced orgasm after orgasm. Both shouted out as they shared together the greatest of all experiences and emotions. Pulling Sharon into his arms, they drifted off to sleep. The next morning, John opened his eyes to see Sharon asleep by his side. Smiling he quietly got up and headed toward the shower. Sharon felt the bed shake and carefully peeked to see his naked backside as he walked to the bathroom. Stretching like a cat, she smiled as she remembered last night. Giggling to herself, she wondered what John would say if she surprised him in the shower. A few seconds later, she heard the shower come on. Getting out of bed she walked over to the bathroom door and quietly opened the door. John was standing in the shower, the warm water plastering his hair as he lathered his body. Hearing a click, he grinned as he knew it had to be Sharon. Sharon slipped into the shower as John turned around. With a grin on her face, she reached down to grasp his cock and said, "I thought you might want some help", a mischievous grin on her face. John groaned as her hands circled his shaft. Last night he had held back and made love to Sharon. This morning, his need still strong, he was going to see if Sharon would accept his desire whether if gentle or with a bit more force. Reaching down he grasped her wrists in one hand, pulling them above her head and pushing her back against the wall of the shower. Holding her, he leaned down to suck a nipple as the other hand reached between her legs. Sharon's inhaled sharply, moaning as John's mouth and fingers awakened her sex. John felt Sharon's response and his cock twitched at the thought of fucking her as she stood. Pulling one leg up around his hip, he slipped his cock in with one hard thrust. Letting loose of her wrists, he pulled both legs around his hips so he could thrust deep into her holding on to her hips. Sharon's arms hung on to his neck, lust showing in her eyes as she cried out his name. John's cock slid easily in and out of her hot pussy, not noticing as Sharon's nails dug into his shoulders, urging him to take her. John felt Sharon's orgasm as her pussy convulsed around his cock, squeezing him until pushing deeply he felt his cock swell and balls tighten. Crying out her name, warm cum filled her and as he released her legs his now limp cock slide out. Sharon clung to him, as they both tried to still their rapid breathing. "Oh Sharon, do you have any idea what you do to me." Chuckling, he said, "And if we don't get dressed soon, we just may kill each other. Lets get dressed, put in a few hours of work on this case and I will plan something special for tonight." They worked though the morning and prepared for their meeting with the client after a light lunch. Late afternoon they emerged from the client's meeting and John said "Before we go back to the hotel would you like a carriage ride in Central Park?" "What a lovely idea." Sharon replied. It was only a short walk to the Park and they soon found a pony and carriage. The driver was very attentive, helped them into the carriage and wrapped a rug around their knees. There is something quite different about a carriage ride, it is very relaxing and gives you a feeling of being in another world. They could see the traffic at the edge of the Park but that was the world of bustle and tension. Looking the other way people were strolling, couples were hand in hand, mothers were with their children, the grass was green and all was peaceful. John and Sharon held hands under the rug, but John was still a little tense after the meeting. Sharon let her little finger explore into John's lap and she saw John's face light up when she touched something soft! She smiled at him and John said, "You are a very naughty girl and I love it!" John moved his hand over Sharon's thigh and Sharon rested her hand on John's cock. They looked at each other and John kissed her. The ride continued around the Park but the driver had no idea what was happening behind him. Sharon eased down John's zipper and reached inside. With a little bit of fumbling she found her way into John's boxers and slipped her fingers around his cock. John sighed with contentment and was far more relaxed (in one way!!). John started to explore Sharon's thigh and found the bottom of her skirt. Opening her legs a little, John ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh to the top of her stockings. Exploring a bit further he felt the lace of her panties, but then a surprise, there was an opening in the lace and John's finger touched Sharon's pussy. This time Sharon sighed with contentment. The clip clop of the carriage ride was sending a rhythm to both of them and they both started stroking each other in time with this rhythm. All of this they could do discretely and passers-by had no idea about what was really happening. But they had to be careful and not let their passions go too far!! Anyway they were completing their circuit of the Park and the ride was coming to an end. Walking back to the hotel, John turned to Sharon and said, "How does Italian sound tonight? Sardi's is near the Theatre District and afterward we can take a trip to the top of the Empire State Building. The view at night is extraordinary." "Italian sounds delicious, John, and I'd love to see the night lights." Later that night, they feasted on rustic Tuscany cuisine. An entrée of Ravioli di Ricotta e Spinachi and pesche col vino Chianti, a dessert of peaches in Chianti wine. They talked throughout the meal, getting to know more of each other. John knew that he wanted more than just a week with Sharon, but wondered when he should approach her with the idea he had been forming in his head. Meanwhile, Sharon was thinking she had been enjoying herself so much the last two days; it would be difficult to explain to John that she should look for work elsewhere. She had always kept her personal life separate from her work and had overstepped that with this trip. She was not sorry, but knew she felt more than just lust for the man sitting across from her. The silence they were at that moment experiencing was interrupted by the waiter asking if they needed anything else. "I'm fine. The meal was delicious!" said Sharon. John agreed, they paid the check and headed toward the Empire State Building. The air was warm and a bit humid as they made their way to the building. Once inside, John was relieved to see that there were not as many tourists as usual waiting to take the elevators to the top. Riding up the cramped elevator, John stood behind Sharon, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against him. Sharon could feel his stiff cock against her ass and grinned, wiggling a bit against him. Leaning over he whispered in her ear, "You minx, if you don't behave I might have to embarrass you here." The elevator opened and they walked the last flight to the doors leading to the outside. Stepping outside the cool air whipped Sharon skirt up as she giggled and let John lead her to the wall overlooking NYC. "It's beautiful!" she said, seeing the lights below. Pressing again up against her ass, John leaned over and whispered, "Not as beautiful as you are." John glanced around and noticed that most of the tourists were on the other side of the building, using the binoculars to look out over the city. Pulling his suit jacket open and protecting her from viewing eyes, he slipped his hand up her skirt. "John! Someone might see!" Sharon whispered. "Shhhh, let them", he growled. "You started this with that wiggle on the elevator", he chuckled. "Spread your legs a little, darling." Sharon couldn't believe it but her body did exactly that. John was melting her insides and the excitement of knowing they might get caught only added fuel to the feelings. Easing his hand between her thighs, John pressed against her panties, feeling them getting moist as he teased. Slipping aside her panties with his fingers, he found her pussy wet and hot. A soft moan slipped out from Sharon's lips. "Shhhhhh", whispered John. He teased her lips apart, sliding a finger up to her clit. Gently rubbing there, her juices slick and her breathe quickening. Teasing her by flicking her clit and then sliding his hand along her lips to dip into her pussy he knew she was close to cumming. "John", she whimpered, "you are going to make me cum here." "Go ahead baby, I want to feel you cum", as he pushed his hand against her. He knew she was fighting to keep from crying out and just as he felt her start to spasm he placed his other hand over her mouth, smothering the noise he knew she had been unable to hold in as she spasmed around his fingers. Pulling her around he planted a deep kiss. Letting her catch her breathe, she looked up at him and said smiling, "You are a devil!" "You think so?" He said with a smile. "Wait until tonight and I will show you just what a devil I am." John lead Sharon back to the elevators, thinking he might get to use some of the things he packed in his suitcase....at least he hoped so. When they got to John's room Sharon came in with him and shut the door. John took Sharon in his arms and kissed her, they then both took off their coats and John kissed Sharon again. While they were kissing John unbuttoned Sharon's blouse and, not to be out done, Sharon unbuttoned John's shirt. They parted while they each undressed and Sharon took off her bra. John kissed her again and caressed her breasts, then bent down and sucked her nipples. Sharon's hands dropped to John's ass then worked around to his cock. She loosened his trousers and John undid her skirt. Again they parted and took everything off, John's cock was already hard and Sharon went to suck him but John said, "Just a moment". He went to his case and picked out the leather and furry hand restraints and also the massage oil. He put some relaxing music on the CD. Sharon was surprised to see the restraints but John reassured her. She lay face down on the bed while he fixed the restraints. "Is that comfortable?" She nodded. John sat beside her and began the massage. He had obviously done this before and Sharon relaxed as he worked across her shoulders then down her back, the combination of his hands, the oil and the music sent shivers of contentment. Johns then started on her feet, working up her legs, relaxing her calves and thighs. When he reached the top of her legs his fingers lightly touched her pussy lips and worked around her ass to her waist, then down her ass again, this time down her valley and just stopping at her anus. His touch there made Sharon jump, but his fingers sent more sensations through her. John unfastened the restraints and Sharon turned over for John to re-fix the restraints. This time he poured the oil onto her breasts and massaged around them, working up to her neck, behind her ears and back to the roundness of her breasts, giving special attention to her nipples, squeezing them making Sharon shudder with delight. He worked down her tummy and waist, then he bent and kissed her making sure her clit was hard. His index finger slid into her exciting her. Then he put two fingers into her, teasing and building up the tension. Climbing on top of her he poised his cock at her entrance. But this was too much for Sharon and she shouted, "Yes! Yes, I want you". "I have wanted to fuck you all evening", and with that he entered her forcefully, fucking her with hard thrusts. The sensation of his hard cock inside her sent Sharon up and up until she could feel the great waves of her orgasm shaking her. "Yes, yes, fuck me John. Fuck me. Let me have it all darling. I have wanted this so much." John continued on thrusting, cum starting to raise though his cock. He pumped into Sharon in great spurts until all was spent, thrusting, not stopping until all his cum was deep in Sharon. Unfastening the restraints, John laid on his back pulling Sharon over against him. Silence, allowed them both to catch their breathes. Sharon ran her fingers though the hair of his chest, teasing her hands slowly down his stomach. Looking over at her, John raised an eyebrow, "Not done yet, love?" He chuckled. "Afraid I need some recovery time, but give me a few minutes." Sharon giggled, "Hmmmmm, I bet I can shorten that recovery time. Be right back!" John admired her bare ass as she grabbed the ice bucket and headed to the bathroom. Puzzled as to why she grabbed ice, he stretched out on the bed. A few minutes later, Sharon returned with a cup in her hand. Grabbing the restraints, she placed the cup on the nightstand, and strapped John's hands above his head. "My turn", she grinned. Straddling his chest, she reached over into the cup and pulled out an ice cube, which had been melting in the water to remove the sharp edges. Running the ice over her nipples, she closed her eyes and shivered feeling the numbness. Using the ice until nothing was left, she leaned over to place her nipple in John mouth, the heat causing her nipple to tingle as it warmed. 'Ohhhhhh', she moaned as John tongue bathed her nipple and then sucked. Pulling away from John she moved down until she straddled his waist, pulled out another ice cube and rubbed the cube over John's nipples, first one, and then the other. John gasped as the cold hit him. Once melted, Sharon leaned over and ran her hot tongue over one and then the other so that John could feel the tingling as his skin warmed up. Using another piece of ice she trickled the ice cube down his stomach, following its path with her mouth and tongue. Moving down so she was straddled a knee, she poised with the ice. "Sharon! You wouldn't dare!" Sharon grinned that mischeivous grin he was beginning to like very much, as she allowed the melting cold water to drip onto his cock. Once again melted, she now placed her cool hand around John's cock and slipped the head of his cock into her hot, moist mouth. She knew the intensity of the hot and cold was going to have the affect she was after. Tickling and teasing with her tongue she coaxed his cock back to life. Both hands, now warm, and mouth, slide up and down his cock. She loved the feel of his cock growing in her mouth and moaned while rubbing her pussy against his leg. She trailed her tongue down his shaft, reaching his balls. Gently sucking each ball into her mouth she stroked his cock feeling it hard and ready. Poised above his cock she grasped it and slid it between the lips of her pussy, teasing both him and herself. Rubbing his cock against her clit, she felt John's hips arch up wanting more. "Oh Sharon, now who is the tease", John groaned. Continuing to rub herself with his cock, she finally slipped just the head into her hot, wet pussy. John arched to get in her deeper, but Sharon grinned as she continued to tease. Seeing she had John now urgently trying to push his cock in deeper, she pushed down taking his entire length. Grinding her hips against him, she rode him, pulling almost out before plunging back down. Leaning over she pushed breasts up for John to suck on them as she released his hands. Grabbing her ass, he slammed in deep, Sharon's pussy squeezing him. With a final push he came, pulses of cum sending Sharon into an orgasm. Exhausted and lying on his chest, Sharon reached up and kissed him. Sleep came shortly for them and both slept soundly. The next morning, John had room service deliver up breakfast. There was a knock at the door and the waiter came in with a tray of cereals, eggs, strawberries and cream, coffee and a red rose. John and Sharon put on fluffy bath robes and sat at the table, tucking into the meal. After they had eaten their eggs Sharon was feeling very playful and picked up the strawberries and cream and went back to the bed, dropping her robe on the way. She put spoonfuls of the thick cream on her breasts and dropped the strawberries in the valley, then for good measure she put two more in her pussy and said to John, "Strawberries and cream!" before holding the last strawberry between her lips. John stared in amazement and then joined her, kissing her lips for the first strawberry, then kissing her breasts and feeding Sharon with the strawberries and cream, licking more cream from her nipples and finally eating the two strawberries in her pussy. John was laughing and said, "Look at us both, darling, we had better shower". In the shower John made sure Sharon was well and truly soaped, especially around her breasts and pussy, while Sharon soaped John and played with his cock. With all the soap washed off Sharon was feeling so sexy and she sucked John's cock, making it so hard while John leaned against the shower wall enjoying the sensation. John lifted Sharon up and took her in his arms while his cock found pussy, Sharon wanted him so much and put her hands on his cock again, guiding it into her, John dropped his arms to her ass and pressed her to him, pushing out and pressing her again as they rocked in unison. He kissed her and nuzzled her neck. One hand squeezed her nipples exciting Sharon as they fucked. The sensations were taking her higher and higher as John held himself back until Sharon was shouting with release. John finally let his cum surge into her cunt as her organism continued in waves and waves. They both left the shower and collapsed in a chair hugging and kissing each other, holding onto the magic moment, loving each other and enjoying the beautiful aftermath. John looked down at the woman in his lap. It had many years since he had felt this happy. Thinking perhaps now was the perfect time to ask Sharon what he had wanted to ask. Raising her chin up to look him in the eyes, he asked. "Sharon, I have......" "Wait John," said Sharon. "We need to talk about this. I...I...I am sorry but I think when we get back to Chicago I should look for work at another firm. My behavior this weekend would make things awkward. I'm not sorry it happened though...I have enjoyed the last few days far more than you could believe." She sighed as she finished speaking. Partnership "Whoa, Sharon. YOU are NOT going anywhere. Please let me ask what I was thinking. Well, maybe this would make it easier." Sliding Sharon off his lap he walked over to his briefcase and pulled out a card, handing it to her. Sharon looked at the business card. At the top in bold letters it said 'Connelly, Frisk & Jones'. Before she had time to speak, John quickly pulled her into his arms. "Don't say a word"....he said as her place his finger against the lips he had been dreaming of kissing for so long and had kissed the last couple of days repeatedly. "There is one condition....the partnership is at work AND outside of work... or nothing." He said with apprehension. With a huge smile, Sharon pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him passionately. "Partners! Huh? Does that answer you?" She giggled as John pulled her down onto the bed.