MARGIE

by Jack Duncan ©

I was pleasantly surprised when Margie placed her tray on the table beside mine. Usually I see her arranging the contents of a lunch box on her desk as I pass on my way to the company cafeteria.

I shifted my chair a couple of inches and made a token rise, barely lifting my butt. �Welcome to my dining room.� I joked.

�Oh don�t get up.� She replied solemnly, although I was already reseated. �This is more than a social call. I tracked you down here for some man-type advice.�

A moment of uneasiness overtook me. �Well, I am a man - at least I was when I last looked - but I�m not much at giving advice. Nobody around here pays much attention when I offer it...But why man-type advice? Don�t you get enough of that from Lonny?�

Lonny Adams is Margie�s husband. He works at the head shed, downtown, and we meet only occasionally when business takes me there. Company policy discourages husband/wife couples working at the same location so Margie is over here at B plant. It�s the reverse of the situation for me and Jeannie.

�Can�t ask Lonny - it�s about Lonny.� She smiled faintly and shook her head.

Oops! Rumor has it that Lonny has been spending extended lunch hours with his boss�s long legged secretary and I don�t want to get involved with that.

�Oh?� I said cautiously.

�Yes, it�s come to my attention that he�s been screwing away from home and I�d like to get a man�s view on the situation.�

�You shouldn�t listen to rumors.� I temporized.

�No rumor. I caught him cold and now we�re in an explosive, possibly catastrophic situation.�

�And you�d like me to make excuses for his behavior?�

�That�s part of it. How much is my fault?�

�There is absolutely no blame for you to assume.� I began. I gave her all the old arguments about the urges and social mores that give men and women a different approach to living with their sexual selves. I entered a plea for leniency based on the reasoning that his hormonal urges are not to be confused with his deep desire to be married to his Margie, love her and live with her. I used every cliche in the book.

�I know all that crap.� She interrupted. �What I want to know is how to defuse the situation. Did I do wrong in confronting him?�

All I could think to say was �What were your alternatives?�

�That�s the question.� She replied mildly. �I could have ignored his behavior and just let him continue with his nooner-quickies. This isn�t his first escapade but it�s the first I couldn�t ignore; - he knows I know.�

�You sound like you�re not mad at him.� I commented.

�Oh, I�m mad at him alright - just not mad enough to consider divorce - murder maybe - but I kind of like the lug. I wouldn�t even want to change his tom cat nature but how can I let him know that without complete loss of dignity?�

My own tom-cat instincts suggested a quick answer to that but I could think of no safe way to express it. Margie rescued me from the dilemma by voicing the thought herself.

�I had considered having an affair of my own but that�s a little childish, don�t you think?�

That put the ball back in my court. �Well,� I paused. �There�s no simple answer to that. If it�s just a matter of getting even, yes; that is childish. If it�s a desire to get in the game and get a little action for yourself, that could be touchy.� I was saying all the wrong things. I suspected she was offering me an opening to suggest we continue this discussion in some less public place - like a motel room - and here I was talking her out of it. I took another look at her. She is a nifty looking package; flowing auburn hair, pale blue eyes, a little broad in the hips but a slender waist below a pair of D-cup hooters trying to burst out of her frilly yellow blouse. I didn�t have to look under the table to know she was wearing very high heels to show off her trim ankles - I�d oggled them often enough when passing her desk.

�I�ve weighed all that.� She interrupted my reverie. �And I�ve decided it�s better to take the risk than let the situation worsen. I was just wondering if you�d - - - dammit, you know what I�m saying - help me out here.�

�Yes, Margie, I think I do know what you�re saying and my good sense tells me to run like hell but I get an erection every time I look at you and a good hard-on beats good sense every time. What do you suggest?�

�Well, I happen to know that this is Jeannie�s bowling night and Allen has a seminar to attend at the U so if you could take a room somewhere, we could both be home by ten.�

She didn�t give me time to protest: she stood up, leaned over to speak in my ear (which gave me a clear view down a sumptuous cleavage), �Let me know where and I�ll be there right after five.� She walked away and I had to stay in my chair for another five minutes until my cock calmed down to a manageable size so I could stand up without drawing attention.

A phone call reserved a room at the Marriott and at five fifteen I was nervously clutching a martini at the bar when Margie breezed in. She looked gorgeous.

�If I stop for a drink I might chicken out.� She gushed. �Let�s go.�

I�d taken a room at the back (away from traffic) so we slipped out the side door and walked around. She had her blouse unbuttoned before the door closed behind us and in seconds my shirt was off and my bare chest was against two delectable mound of pliant flesh.

�Don�t waste time trying to warm me up.� She gasped. �I�ve spent the afternoon evading spontaneous combustion. Gimme that thing.�

Two hours later �that thing� had been reduced to a soggy bit of flabby flesh. Margie had coaxed three full charges out of it. The initial straight fuck had taken only a few minutes. Margie had eagerly accepted me into her moist pussy and laughed happily as she tried to buck me off. I managed to hang in and gave her push for shove until she calmed down a bit and commenced some very talented pussy muscle exercises. She almost had me coming when she rolled me onto my back and began a gentle canter straddle - delicious. I could sense the tension building in her as she opened her mouth and gradually picked up the pace. Twin drops of sweat formed on her taught breasts and rolled down to hang on the pronounced nipples. I managed to stretch up and capture them on my tongue. She leaned forward and pressed her tits against my chest as she nibbled on my neck and began to clinax. I let go and erupted like Old Faithful. �Oh yes, yess, yessss...� she mewed as the turmoil inside her mounted.

�Well now, that takes care of Lonny, he is forgiven,� She said as she brushed her disheveled hair from my face. �Time for you and me to enjoy a bit of fun sex.�

I would have been happy to just lie still for a while but she slid down and took my shrinking violet into her mouth and gently rolled it around with her tongue. In a surprisingly short time the old peter began to pay attention so I worked around into a sixty nine and began to return the favors. The flavor of her pussy reminded me of the untouched martini I had left at the bar. (I learned later that Margie mixes vermouth with her KY jelly.)

My tool grew larger and Margie squirmed around to get me sitting astraddle her tummy. She pulled my peter down against her chest and folded her gorgeous hooters around him. As I slid him up and down in the warm valley, she could reach out her tongue and touch the tip at the end of each stroke. I gave a little squirt of cum which landed on her chin. She wiped it off and smeared it all over her awesome bosom. �That hormone cream is what keeps them so full and firm.� She grinned.

�That�s enough of that.� She said as she rolled us to one side and wrapped her firm legs around me. �I love to catch the full charge deep inside me.�

I rammed the old rod fully home and in a minute was again pumping the juices to her. Damn it felt good - such a beautiful woman - such a warm and willing pussy. I wished it could last but too soon I ran dry.

She kissed me gently behind the ear and softly ran her hands over my back as I lay recovering my breath and listening to my heart beat slow down from its frantic pace.

She disengaged and knelt on the bed beside me, stroking my face and kissing me lightly on the mouth. �Don�t you feel just a little guilty?� She asked.

�A little bit.� I admitted. �Jeannie and I have always socialized together as a couple but we have discussed the possibility of running into a situation just too good to pass up. This is such a case and she�ll understand.�

�Yes, that�s what she told me.�

That got my attention! I didn�t say a thing for a full minute. �How long has this affair of Lonny�s been going on?� I ventured.

�About two hours.� Margie laughed. �Jeannie and I have been planning this for a month of bowling nights. Jeannie was worried you might be annoyed with her making arrangements without consulting you so we decided to have some fun with the personal seductions and pass the guilt trip to you cowboys. I don't know what line she used on Lonny but it must have worked. I phoned her this afternoon and she said she was meeting him at the Comfort Inn so you can bet that by now she has him as thoroughly pussy whipped as you are. -

"Now you rest your head on momma�s bosom here and catch a little nap. I'm not through with you yet. We've had one for us and one for me and the next one is for you.�

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Any comment will be gratefully accepted. Jack Duncan