by Lexi Archer
“Fuck, why did you stop?” Kristi asked.
I looked down at her, looked her in the eyes to make sure there was no way she was getting around answering this question for me.
“You’re not just making this up, are you? This isn’t just another elaborate story you’re telling for my benefit?”
Kristi’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she giggled. That definitely wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.
“What’s so funny?”
“You ask me to do this and now that I’m doing it you don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that,” I said. “It just occurred to me.”
She grabbed one of my hands and moved it up to her tits. “Look at the red marks on my tits. He was all over me. He had his fingers up against your wife’s pussy today. I had this hand, the hand I’m grabbing your hand with right now, around his cock and I jerked him off until he came against his pants. He came against my ass as he was grinding up against me!”
I blinked. Holy shit. I mean yeah sure I’d fantasized about this, I’d dreamed about hearing words like that coming from her lips, but now that I was actually hearing those words I’d wanted to hear for so very long, well it was like a slap to the face. A good slap to the face, to be sure, but it was still a slap to the face nonetheless. It was driving me wild.
“Holy shit Kristi,” I growled.
I moved down and my hand moved up under her skirt. As I moved and grabbed her panties I imagined him moving his hand down there earlier in the day. Exploring her pussy through her skirt. The thought of another man feeling her up, pressing his fingers against her pussy, made me feel almost drunk with lust!
Only I wasn’t moving my hands up her skirt to finger her. No, I had a far more urgent need in mind. I yanked down on her panties and they came down to her thighs. With another yank and an assist from her as she lifted her ass I pulled her panties off completely. I fell down on top of her, reaching down and fumbling at my belt. Unsnapping my pants and unzipping them. I didn’t have time to get undressed. No, I needed her now. With a little bit of finagling I fished my cock out and then I was pressing against her pussy.
Only there was something new, something different, about pressing my cock against that delicious entrance to her pussy. Today I was pressing my cock against my wife’s pussy after it had been violated by another man’s fingers earlier in the day. That was almost enough to make me blow my load against her pussy lips rather than thrusting inside her. A look of panic must have across my face because she giggled as I thrust inside her.
I sighed as I slipped inside her and she moaned. She threw her head back.
She looked up at me, locked eyes with me. “I was thinking about him doing exactly this to me while we were in the elevator. I wanted him to lift my skirt up and shove his cock inside me like this, and I didn’t give a fuck that there were people all around us. I didn’t give a fuck that my husband was off doing something completely oblivious that his wife desperately wanted another man to fuck her.”
Holy shit! Her dirty talk had never been like this before. Something told me that the way she was talking to me now, the way her dirty talk was suddenly so explicit and so detailed, meant that she desperately did want this to happen. That she’d been fantasizing about this just as much as I was.
And hearing her talk about that fantasy was too much for me. I was already on edge from a day of imagining what she’d done with him. I let out a quiet whimper as an impossible heat washed over my body. As I felt like I was losing consciousness. As I exploded inside my wife.
Kristi’s eyes widened in surprise but then she smiled and thrust her hips up to meet me. And a moment later it was done. I had completely filled her. I finished exploding and then I collapsed, moving to the side at the last moment so that I didn’t crush her under me.
I reached down and grabbed Kristi’s hand. Held it in my own as I looked over at her.
“Holy shit baby, that was intense,” I said.
“You’re telling me,” she said. “Though not quite as intense as what I got on the elevator.”
I felt a stab of jealousy again. So what she was getting from him was more intense than fucking me? And they hadn’t even fucked! And yet the jealousy that was worming through me as she said that also added a layer of arousal. I could feel my cock stirring already.
Better to change the subject though. I wasn’t quite ready for round two.
15: Trouble Brewing
“Did you tell him about the rules?”
Kristi suddenly looked hesitant. Guilty. The forbidden temptress who’d let her boss feel her up and then told her husband all about it was gone, replaced by a more timid Kristi.
“Did you tell him?”
“I did, but I don’t think he’s going to listen to the rules,” she said.
I thought about that for a moment. That could mean trouble. Of course it could also be nothing. It could be that she just read him wrong.
“Are you sure? What makes you think he’s not going to go along with it?”
Kristi bit her lip and instead of looking sexy she looked worried. She actually had genuine worry on her face. Seeing that expression on her face made me think she hadn’t been seeing things. Or at the very least she genuinely thought he was going to cause trouble. I trusted her instincts.
“It was something about the way he looked. It reminded me of a kid who was being lectured by a parent or teacher not to do something but they weren’t actually listening. He was just sitting there and listening to the words coming out of my mouth long enough to get what he wanted.” She paused for a moment, something clearly going through her mind. “He doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who doesn’t get what he wants very often, if that makes sense.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Oh really? What gives you that impression?”
I listened intently as she told me more about their conversation earlier. And I had to admit that what she was telling me now was almost as interesting as what she’d told me earlier about their fun in the elevator. Okay, so it wasn’t nearly as interesting as hearing about the fun in the elevator, but it was still damn interesting. I chuckled and shook my head when she finished.
“So the new boss is just playing at being interested in the company long enough to grab it and sell it off to the highest bidder?” I asked.
Kristi shrugged. “That’s what it sounds like.”
“So does that mean he doesn’t get anything if he doesn’t get the company through this power play?”
“It sounds like he and his dad don’t get anything if this doesn’t work out. Everyone thought Ryan’s dad was the owner, but I guess that’s not the case. I guess that’s a little secret they kept. Would serve them right to get left high and dry too the way his dad’s been running things into the ground.”
I shook my head and chuckled. It sounded like this guy truly was a Grade-A asshole, but hearing Kristi’s explanation of that situation had given me an idea.
“You told him the last rule?”
Kristi rolled her eyes and giggled. “That wasn’t a rule so much as a threat, was it?”
“But you told him?”
“Yup. He said you were a coward and he wasn’t threatened by a guy who wasn’t even man enough to come down and deliver his rules in person.”
Raging jealousy mixed with arousal as she described what he’d said. As she described how he’d referred to me. The only thing that kept me from getting really pissed off was that hearing about him dismissing me so casually like that was also really turning me on.
Not for the first time I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I was usually so in control of myself. It made no sense that I’d get off on being put down like that. That I’d get off on the idea of watching my wife with another man. And yet here I was. I couldn’t deny it. I’d lived with this fantasy for long enough, I’d reflected on it often enough, that I knew it was what it was and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. There was certainly no way to get rid of
it. I’d tried ignoring it without much luck.
“He said that, did he?”
“Are you mad?”
“A little bit,” I said.
“Do you still want to go through with this knowing what you know about him now? Knowing that he’s probably going to cause trouble?”
I leaned down and kissed Kristi as I thought about that. The part of me that was familiar with this lifestyle choice wanted to take things slow. That part of me screamed that it was a terrible idea to go ahead with this plan when I knew this guy was probably going to be trouble. The sort of trouble that could potentially come between me and Kristi which was the last thing I wanted.
Only that rational side of my brain wasn’t in control. No, even right now in the honest few moments after I’d blown a load inside my wife there was a raging monster that was in complete control of my brain. A raging monster that had to see my wife with another man. That needed to seize this opportunity despite the danger. That raging monster was telling me it was hot that he was acting so cocky.
“Do you want to stop Kristi?”
I saw a cloud passed over her face and I realized she must’ve been having some of the same inner debates I was having. I almost wanted to smile, but I didn’t want to ruin the seriousness of the moment and so I refrained. I let her working through it on her own. After all, ultimately this was her decision no matter how much it was my fantasy. Only no sooner had that cloud, that doubt, crossed her face than something else replaced it. Determination mixed with arousal and lust. I chuckled. Obviously if she was worried, well she wasn’t the only one in this bed more turned on than worried.
She looked up at me. “I still want to do this.”
I grinned. “In that case I have to make a few phone calls.”
A look of panic crossed Kristi’s face. “Phone calls?”
I held up a calming hand. “Calm down there baby. I’m not going to call him. I just have to make a few calls to make sure I can follow through on rule number three if things do get out of hand. What you told me tonight has given me a couple of ideas on of the best way to do that too.”
Kristi looked down and then back up. “What if he tries to fuck me?”
That made my cock twitch. Thinking about not just his fingers exploring her, but his entire cock pressing inside her, thinking of him blowing a load inside her, was fucking intense. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
“I want you to do whatever feels natural, whatever feels comfortable to you in the moment. I don’t have to watch the first time, but I do want to see it happen at some point.”
Kristi smiled and leaned forward to kiss me again, and then she gasped as she felt my cock stirring against her. She glanced down and then back up at me with a smile. “Already?”
“What can I say? This new you has me ridiculously turned on!”
Kristi giggled and then a rolled on top of me. I smiled. Those phone calls could wait until after round two.
16: Private Show
Nothing much happened for the next couple of days. I was constantly on edge sitting in my cubicle, particularly when Ryan stopped by. He’d look me up and down, we’d flirt back and forth, but there was nothing compared to the intensity of that brief dalliance in the elevator.
And I found myself endlessly frustrated every time he’d show up and nothing would happen. It was getting to the point that I was so worked up that I was ready for him to just jump me in my cubicle and I didn’t care if other people were around to see.
I was in the middle of converting everything to the new computer system. It was mind numbing work, and mind numbing work meant that it gave my mind plenty of time to wander. My mind definitely didn’t need time to wander when the only place it was wandering to was over to Ryan’s office and the things I’d like to do behind closed doors in that office.
It didn’t help that nothing had been happening at home either. Derek seemed reluctant to do anything, wanting me to build up sexual frustration until I was ready to explode. Well, I was ready to explode damn it!
I was in the middle of inputting some information when I felt a voice whisper in my ear. A voice that made me jump in terror. A voice that made my pussy tingle in anticipation.
“Want to take a break from that boring work?” the voice whispered.
I turned and Ryan was standing right behind me. I smiled at him. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking we could go over to the mall. Maybe get a bite to eat?”
I raised an eyebrow. “The mall food court? You sure know how to treat a girl!”
He grinned. “I was thinking maybe we could make it a long lunch. Head by the lingerie shop and maybe have you try on a few outfits?”
I felt a chill run down my body as he said that. I felt a wave of impossibly hot arousal wash over me as he said that. Trying on a few outfits. That could just mean modeling things, but I found myself hoping it would mean so much more.
I looked up at him. I smiled. “That sounds like a good time.”
* * *
I looked at the selection of lingerie Ryan had picked out for me. Most of them were fairly conservative. I arched an eyebrow as I looked at them. I’d expected him to go for skimpily scandalous from the get go. A part of me was disappointed he hadn’t gone for scandalous from the get go.
I fixed him with an innocent smile and walked towards the changing room. We decided to forego the usual lingerie store, you know the one I’m talking about, and head to one of the bigger department stores instead. Oddly enough the bigger stores provided more privacy in the middle of the day. I blushed as I thought about what I hoped that public privacy would lead to.
About halfway to the changing room I realized Ryan was following. I wheeled around and looked up at him.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" I asked. I knew exactly what he was probably doing and it sent a thrill running through me.
Ryan held up his hands in a defensive gesture and grinned that cocky grin. God he was so hot. Only I didn’t want to give in right away. Better to play a little game and leave him guessing.
“I don’t get to see you change?”
"Nice try, lover boy," I said.
Ryan shrugged. "Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"
I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and turned back to the changing rooms.
"Okay so I'll just be hanging out around here. Maybe I'll find some other things for you to try on or something," Ryan shouted after me.
I turned to yell over my shoulder. "You do whatever you need to do."
I barely managed to get the lingerie Ryan picked out on a hook before I collapsed against the changing room wall. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on taking deep breaths to calm myself down. My pussy was on fire, and the rest of my body wasn't very far behind. Forget playing games. I was so worked up right now, so frustrated, that I was ready to jump Ryan right now.
I needed to get control of myself. I looked at the selection of lingerie Ryan gathered and frowned. One was covered from shoulder to bottoms in paisley. I hated paisley. I pulled it off the hook and tossed it in the re-shelve pile. The next one was solid black and barely see through at all. Serviceable, but definitely a little plain for my tastes and not very sexy.
I sifted through piece after piece, each one a dud. I really expected Ryan to have better taste than this. Then I came to the last one. It was bright pink and covered in some sort of sparkly material. The sparkles would probably come off the first time I washed it, but it was cute enough that I decided to try it on.
A moment later I was admiring myself in the mirror. I looked good in this even if the rest were ridiculous. I looked damn good. And it seemed like a shame that I was the only one getting to enjoy the view.
The butterflies in my stomach were so intense I felt like I might burst as I opened the changing room door and stuck my head out, fully expecting to see Ryan standing there with that cocky grin on his face waiting to see me in my lingerie.
Nothing. Where the hell was he? I tried to contain my disappointment, but it was hard. I sighed and closed the door, changed out of the lingerie. Maybe I’d read the situation wrong. Maybe he wasn’t interested in the kind of fun I was interested in which made me want to scream in frustration, but whatever.
I got back into my clothes and walked down the long hall out of the changing area. And nearly walked straight into Ryan's muscular chest. He stood just outside the changing room door with that cocky grin on his face. I melted as I looked up at him.
Then my eyes widened as I realized what he was holding in his hand.
"Off to find more things for me to try on eh?" I said.
I looked down at the lingerie Ryan held. There was barely any material at all. I'd be lucky if those managed to cover my nipples, let alone my pussy, and I was pretty sure most of them only had a string in the back to cover my ass, or to not cover my ass as it were. He’d definitely gone from conservative to scandalous in no time flat. I wondered what Derek would think if he saw me trying those on. If he saw me trying on something like that for Ryan. I wondered if I’d have time to take a quick picture for him.
"Okay," I said with a smile. "Back to the changing room it is."
Ryan grinned and leaned against the changing room wall with his muscular arms crossed. Damn was it hypnotizing staring at those things. Imagining them around me. I ran for the changing room before my imagination really ran away from me and I did something very inappropriate in a very public place.
It was a good thing for him it was the middle of the day and there weren't many people coming and going from the store. If this was on a weekend, or at a busier time of day, he'd probably have women screaming at him to get lost. As it was the women’s department felt deserted.
"Wait right here," I shouted over my shoulder. "No funny business."
I jabbed a finger in his direction before I disappeared into the changing room, though I very much wanted him to get up to some funny business. He held up his hands again in that defensive gesture and smiled.
