by Jane Price
I quickly pulled away from Ryan, distancing myself to the furthest extent possible, and scrambled, trying to think of some way, anyway, to clean up this horrendous mess I'd gotten myself mixed up in, but coming in far short of the mark, no matter how hard I tried.
“Jesus... Daniel, I... I... You're late,” I stammered, projecting the blame onto him until I could think of some explanation, but I knew full well this was pointless. I tried, though, I really tried, clawing at the walls of my mind, trying to think of something, something, that would justify this.
“Look... I can explain... I... I...” But I knew, even as I'd said it, that there was no possible way of explaining myself out of this, no justification for what I'd done, and that coming up with anything was as good as pointless given how obvious and clear the situation was. I mean hell, what was I supposed to say? That Ryan had been the one to initiate it? That he was responsible for all of this, and that I was just the innocent victim?
I couldn't do that, I knew... All I could do was wait for things to collapse around me, to take the punishment I was due, whatever that may have been, and hope that Daniel and I's marriage didn't implode outright from the implications of what he'd walked in and seen the two of us doing.
But then I noticed, from across the room, a smile was beginning to spread out across my husband's lips. I squinted my eyes at this, thinking, for certain, I must be seeing this wrong- this wasn't the sort of reaction a husband should be giving to finding out his wife has just kissed another man, and especially not his best friend of all people...
But then I looked over at Ryan as well, and he had the same sort of grin on his face, devilish almost, seductive, and knowing. Although I should have felt some degree of relief, perhaps, I couldn't help but find myself downright annoyed at this, the fact that the two of them appeared to be in on some joke that was entirely on me.
Yet I was as oblivious as could be as to what the hell it was that was going on. I began to whip my head around back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between the two of them, trying my damnedest to get a read on just what was happening, but their expressions, though readable, giving nothing away in the least as to how I should be reacting to all of this.
Then, at last, it was my husband who spoke, making everything clear to me, and sending the situation plummeting into even steamier, more forbidden territory than it had been at before.
“You know... Ryan and I have been very, very close friends for some time now... It's been a few years since we've seen each other, but only because our lives have taken on different directions lately. But, back in the day, the two of us did practically everything together... And I do mean everything...”
I swallowed hard, getting extremely nervous as the tense moments rolled along, and my husband began to walk across the room toward the two of us with measured, heavy footsteps.
“When you and I fell in love, I thought my days of fooling around- Ryan and I, sharing girls back in our dorm room, I mean- were over... Those were always fun times, and God, were they exciting, and the women we serviced always ended up leaving with a smile across their faces- often coming back for more.
I never really thought of you as that type of girl, though, and I didn't want to offend you with the suggestion... But, well... Ever since Ryan and I got back in touch lately, we began to sort of long for our glory days, and I was curious to see how you might react around my friend here when it was just the two of you in a room together. He always was quite the lady's man...”
At this point, the two men were standing beside one another, my eyes darting feverishly back and forth from body to body and back again, and my breath short as I considered what it was I thought it sounded like they were proposing.
“So... If you like me... And you like Ryan... And I like you... And Ryan likes you... And I like Ryan... And Ryan likes me... Well... I guess I don't see much of a reason why the three of us just shouldn't simplify matters, and make our evening together just the least bit more interesting...”
And that was when the two of them closed in on me, and I found myself dripping into putty between their collective grip.
To be honest, I really couldn't believe it was all happening, and yet, I loved this about it- feeling like it couldn't possibly be real, and allowing myself, therefore, to participate all the more fervently in it because of the fact. My husband was French kissing me like there was no tomorrow, his lips on mine and his saliva a welcome change to contrast with this other man's.
And Ryan, meanwhile, was kissing my neck, nibbling on my flesh, running his hands all along my body, and getting his first real feel for the anatomy underneath. I was beginning to overheat between the two of them, I knew, the sweat rolling more fiercely than ever down along my skin, and my mind not fully able to process all of this, so that I had to really focus to know which of the two I should be paying attention to at any given moment.
But now they were spinning me around, and around, dragging me across the living room and into Daniel and I's bedroom, draping me out across our marital bed, and closing in on me once again, with the door just barely cracked open to the outside world behind us. The problem of me overheating was about half-solved by the placing of their hands onto the fabric of my dress.
The two of them, with some degree of effort, sliding me out of the thing, pulling it up over my head, and leaving me in nothing whatsoever but my lingerie. My bra and panties felt entirely too small, too inadequate to cover me up in their presence, the straps of my bra falling down along my shoulder and the waistline of my panties bunched up in such a way that it revealed a generous portion of my mons pubis.
But, if my own partial nudity was any matter to be embarrassed about, then they, themselves, were soon to follow, agonizing me beyond belief as they began to peel out of their sweat-soaked shirts. Pulling the fabric up over their heads, and driving me wild with the sight of their perspiring, muscle-bound bodies.
It was a visual feast as I savored the contours of their respective anatomies, the devastating pecs and the rungs of their six-pack abdominals, not to mention their dual sets of Adonis muscles, two deeply cut V's pointing like arrows to the respective treasures below their belts.
And speaking of this, suddenly they were unbuttoning and unzipping themselves, wriggling down out of their pants and underwear, sliding them to the floor, and leaving me absolutely beside myself as I gazed in awe as their taut, naked bodies. Both of these men, it was plain to see, were about as well-endowed as it was possible to be, their long, throbbing penises waving about through the air on either side of me, getting me so worked up with desire for them that I could hardly contain myself.
Surrounded by them, I began to service each man's cock, stroking the two of them from tip to base with my hands, my wrists getting tired quickly as I pumped and masturbated them, and the streams of pre-ejaculate streaming down along their thick shafts in torrents. They seemed to love this, groaning with pleasure as I worked their flesh around, and then, much to my surprise, the two of them began to kiss.
I had had no idea, prior to any of this, that my husband had had even the least bisexual streak in him whatsoever, but to watch the two of them now, going at one another like newlyweds, groping and feeling up one another on their tongues, you would have thought the two of them were lovers as old as the hills themselves.
Christ how I loved the sight of it, their tightly compressed mouths latching together, and the masculinity of the two men's skulls creating an incredible, steamy contrast with the act of their kissing. My loins burned as I witnessed it, and I wanted so badly to touch myself, to play with my pussy while my husband got down and dirty with another man.
Instead, though, I decided to escalate my pleasuring of the two men, parting my lips wide, and allowing my tongue to come sloshing out into the open. I began to lick them, sliding my mouth along each man's shaft and lapping up their long, hot rods, coating them with my saliva, and then proceeding to swallow each of them whole.
I deep throated e
ach of them like a champ, gagging myself on each man's immensity until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then switching partners, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between the two of them until I thought for sure I was about to receive a load or two in my mouth.
But then, the two of them seemed to take note of my effort, and instead of cumming on me, they pulled me in between the two of them, and stripped me the remainder of the way out of my bra and panties. The three of us arranged our bodies on the bed into a triangular formation, and then each of us bowed our heads between the legs of the next in the line, sucking on whatever set of genitals happened to come into our path.
Ryan, as it turned out, was as skilled as a pussy licker as my husband happened to be, sliding his tongue through the wet, floral folds of my body, twisting and devouring me, soaking up my cunt and smothering himself so fucking deep in me that I thought I might collapse in on myself. It was difficult, then, to focus on sucking off my husband's cock up above, my lips suctioned around him, and my saliva pooling up around him as I struggled to breathe with flaring nostrils.
And finally, I looked down, and just about lost it altogether as I peered at my husband sucking his best friend's cock, his head bobbing wildly, almost brutally, smashing his lips against Ryan's body, fluids dripping down his chin, and Ryan's pleasure at this evident form the wild trembling of his thighs around my husband's bobbing head.
Son of a bitch, I thought... It didn't even matter which sex he was pleasuring- I simply had a husband who was absolutely phenomenal at distributing oral sex.
Suddenly, then, I snapped back to the present, orgasm coursing through my body on behalf of Ryan's own oral efforts, my muscles seizing, and my head soaring with the dripping, immaculate pleasure of climax.
And at last, it was time for the main event.
The three of us, heaving, panting, gasping for dear life, untangled ourselves with an immense degree of efforts, reorienting our bodies once more on the bed, and the arrangement, this time around, even more amazing than the last.
Daniel splayed himself wide at the head of the bed on his back, his cock springing sharp into the air, and I crawled up onto him, still worn out just a bit from that first mind-boggling orgasm, but ready, oh so ready for more. I leaned my full weight on the beautiful bastard, pinning his engorged penis up against his body, and loving the feeling of the hot, sticky thing pressing up against my stomach. I began to consume him, to kiss him wildly, grinding my pelvis up against his body in such a fashion that the intention of sex could not possibly have been mistaken.
The two men, however, had something slightly different in mind for me, and I allowed myself to be subjected to their whims quite gladly. Before I knew it, my body was being flipped complacently over on top of my husband, adjusted so that I was now lying on my back, and his strong arms wrapped around my own. It was like a set of human handcuffs, pinning me in place, and not allowing me to wriggle free no matter how hard I might have struggled. Not that I would have wanted to free myself of this oh-so-seductive arrangement, in any case...
No, I was all too happy to be imprisoned in this manner, as now Ryan was creeping his way up across the bedspread, his penetrating gaze hovering up to me, and driving me so wild that I thought I just might not survive all of this. His huge body came clambering up onto me, mounting me, and pushing my legs slightly up and apart so as to push me into just the right angle.
He pushed himself inside me, penetrating me, stretching me out, as inch by inch by agonizing inch of his immensity came sliding through the burning, floral folds of my pussy. I cried out in ecstasy, my body thrusting reflexively forward as at last he touched down inside me, but of course I was being held in place by my husband, and my limits were greatly restricted.
My head spinning, Ryan then began to plow me relentlessly, fucking me like there was no tomorrow, pounding, slamming, jackhammering my pussy, pushing and pumping and thrusting like mad. I was screaming, moaning, torrents of expletives pouring from my lips with each loud, wet smacking together of our genitals, driving me further and further up the wall as the moments slipped by, digging deeper, and deeper, smashing me to bits, and leaving me so damn frazzled that I couldn't even begin to think straight.
And then he began to pour himself into me, to release his hot load inside me, filling me up, and absolutely drenching me with his essence. And I came, harder than ever, sandwiched between the two men and reeling with delight, my body quaking, fighting against my husband's resistance and the force of Ryan's love, and the scene unlike anything I could have ever imagined as the last drops of pleasure were exhausted from my body.
And God, what a night...
The two men took turns having sex with me through the remainder of the evening, pushing me time and time again past my own limits, and leaving me so dizzy with pleasure that I didn't know which way was up. We honestly sort of forgot about the dinner we'd been planning, but from the way this first evening had gone together, we thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that the three of us would be meeting again often enough in the future that we could probably stick a dinner in there somewhere.
And that became particularly true when, a few weeks later, I discovered that I happened to be pregnant, and it looked as though the three of our lives were about to become more entwined than ever before.
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THE END
Sacked Secretary
Chapter 1
Madison Amor was a beautiful woman with high aspirations. She had recently graduated, top of her class, with an MBA in business management and financing. She loved the world of business and she dreamed of one day being a successful businesswoman. However, she was also a realist and realized that fighting for top positions right out of college would be a waste of time, especially in today’s male-dominated society. She had decided that her best move would be to climb the social ladder until she reached the top. Some experiences with drudge work would be good for her anyway.
With this thought in mind, Madison was dedicated to finding secretarial positions in start-up companies. She realized the potential a secretary had for pulling strings. They could get close to owners and eventually force their way into business dynamics, sometimes through skill alone, sometimes by flashing some cleavage. Either method would work for Madison.
She also realized that a start-up company would leave her with a bigger opportunity to find herself a well-paying niche, maybe even a partnership. With her degrees, she had no doubt that someone would recognize her level of expertise and value her as much or more than just some secretary.
Madison, as a resident of Maine, decided to start her search there. Eventually, by scourging various newspapers she found Woodman and Hardwood Company. The description of the company, through online research, said that they were a newly formed company, specializing in the manufacture of hardwood floors. Madison smiled, looking at her computer screen.
They were perfect. Maine, famous for its lumber industry, would theoretically be the perfect location for a hardwood company. Madison jumped at the opportunity, sending in her application, as well as a very impressive resume.
Then she waited. Madison hoped for a quick response time because for some reason she had her heart set on this company. In the meantime, however, she did the practical thing and continued her search as her mind lingered on Woodman and Hardwood.
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To Madison’s surprise, Woodman and Hardwood had an impressive return time. Two days after sending in her application, Madison received a letter from them. She opened it with bated breath, only to find a piece of paper, empty except for a local number printed on it, along with the words, “Please call us.” Madison was confused. Nonetheless, she didn’t see any other option. She called the number. It rang for a while. She was about to hang up and try again when someone finally answered the phone.
Madison was surprised by the voice on the other end of the phone, “Hello! You must be Ms. Amor! May I call you Madison? Great! We are glad you called us
, Madison! Here at Woodman and Hardwood, we appreciate all of the applications we receive. When we looked at your application, we were sincerely impressed. You are quite an accomplished young lady.” The woman, sounding like an old woman with a history of smoking, from the scratchy, hoarse voice that chimed out, took a break now. Madison could hear her labored breathing through the line as if winded.
Madison didn’t know whether to respond or stay quiet. She was usually so quick on her feet, as any good business person should be, but for some reason, this whole situation had thrown her off her game. Madison took a deep breath, refocusing herself. She had to get back into the game.
“Uh… thank you. May I ask who I am speaking with?”
Madison’s head was finally cleared as she got back into a business mindset. She had to make a good impression with this company if she ever wanted to work for them, and that meant not sounding like an idiot over the phone.
“Of course! My name’s Katherine! I am the temporary secretary for Woodman and Hardwood. You, my young Miss Madison would be taking on my responsibilities, as well as a few others, if you decide to join our team.”
