To which, she burst out laughing. She covered her mouth and shook her head.
“I didn't mean it as a joke.”
“Oh, my sweet Kurt.” She shook her head more. “You are so barking up the wrong tree on that one. Ian is sweet. He's very nice. I have fun on our little dates. But he isn't you and I don't want to marry him. He's not my Kurt. He's not... you.”
The lump in his throat told him he was being an ass for even having doubted her. “I'm sorry.”
“Don't apologize. I'm glad you're worried about losing me. I thought at first you were trying to give me away, like a piece of used luggage.”
His eyes were fierce. “Never. You're mine.”
Her smile melted his heart with its tenderness. “That's all I've ever wanted to be.”
His fears were quieted. Would he still go in Monday and end it? Despite her reassurances? Surely Ian could dig up a bimbo to replace Lisa? But a bimbo would be a bimbo, not Lisa. A note of pride stood forth as he realized Ian's request for her hand as a once a week date including events was a compliment of the highest sort.
He looked over at her. She was beautiful under her brunette curls. Her pale, creamy skin and full lips. Her big smile and her wonderful blue eyes. Her boobs were on the small side and she was very thin, but everything matched together. Nothing on her was out of place. Her timidity around men lent her a feminine vulnerability that made men want to flex their muscles and protect her.
He could see why Ian just wanted to borrow her. Was he overreacting? If he had nothing to worry about, was it all that bad that Ian wanted to touch her? Hug her? His cock began to harden in his shorts.
The party was in its early stages when they arrived. Only a few guests wandered about, chatting and drinking.
Ian's place was the smallest on the block of homes built along the ridge. It still dwarfed Kurt and Lisa's townhouse with their postage stamp backyard.
“I bought it on a foreclosure bid,” Ian said. “Didn't think I'd win it.”
“Neighbors alright?” Kurt said, waving his fresh glass of scotch.
Ian threw his hand down in frustration. “Bah, I never see them unless they want to complain about something. Bunch of old codgers in their country club with nothing better to do than pick on the guy who refuses to join.” He took Lisa's arm and they hooked together. She was still going to be Ian's date today, even if Kurt was there.
“So they really will call the cops on you?”
“I'll bet you on it?”
Kurt laughed and shook his head. “You know your neighbors better than me. I'll pass on that bet.”
Ian winked at him. He pulled Lisa off to chat with some of the others. It was his party.
He settled onto a pool chair and chatted about advertising with some older woman – a client of Ian's.
“You really think cable guides are that good?” she said. Her hair was mostly white, but she still looked alright for an older woman in a one-piece swimsuit.
He realized he was treading on dangerous ground here. Talking business with another associate's client was sort of a no-no. It could be viewed as a steal attempt. So he shrugged to her. “Depends on the locale. Some don't have mailed guides. Ian will certainly know what's best for you, though. He's very good.”
The woman nodded.
Ian came up with Lisa on his arm. “Ah, Maggie, I see you've met my associate, Kurt? He handles retail advertising.”
Kurt couldn't miss the slight emphasis on his specialty.
The woman tilted her head. “He's a charming young man and I find his views entertaining.”
Kurt couldn't miss the challenge in her voice.
Lisa gave him a sharp look with fierce eyes. “Don't flirt with her,” her eyes said. She clutched onto Ian's arm like a life preserver.
I can't win. I was just having a drink and chatting.
Ian gave a nod to Maggie. “Enjoy his company; he's a fine associate and valued in our division.”
With a last glare from Lisa, Ian pulled her away.
I'm just sitting here.
Maggie laid a hand on his arm and winked. “I think Ian's girlfriend fancies you.”
He laughed. If she only knew.
She laughed with him and they raised glasses.
The party grew with people and noise. Kurt remained in his chair and talked with those who sat near. Maggie had moved on, circulating as was the custom at parties. Kurt only relinquished his chair to refresh his scotch.
After lunch was served from a catered table, Ian led the way into the pool. He looked as muscular as Kurt, but maybe just a touch more. The rock-climbing must put more of a strain on the musculature than just hiking around with a hundred pound pack.
Lisa stripped off her shorts and shirt, showing her two-piece bikini. She looked beautiful, if not as buxom and flashy as two of the other women escorting some of Ian's clients.
Why do flashy blondes always have huge tits? He shook his head. One had tried to talk to him, but he shut her down without being rude.
Later, Ian and Lisa climbed into the jacuzzi. She sat next to him, talking to another couple. Eventually, the other woman nibbled on her man's ear. Lisa gave them a smile and then climbed onto Ian's lap, straddling him. She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him. Meanwhile, her body undulated, moving her pussy on his dick under the roiling water.
Had she removed her bikini bottoms? Was she fucking him? He stood, ready to go grab her.
But Ian whispered something to her for a few seconds. She nodded and climbed out. She was still wearing her bikini. She had just rubbed her pussy all over Ian's cock, separated by only a layer or two of thin cloth. Kurt looked around, wanting to find someplace private – some place to stroke his cock.
But I need to end this. I really do.
Ian climbed out and took the drink from Lisa. Kurt saw a very prominent length in Ian's swim shorts. But he wasn't sure the man had anything any larger than Kurt's.
He sat back down to hide his own growing erection. His Lisa's pussy had done that to Ian, making him semi-hard. It made him feel good. And also sick.
Monday.
CHAPTER 8
Kurt scanned the morning reports. All of his clients were within the margins of projections for profitability.
He tapped his pen on one that was showing more profit. It was borderline for an increase in reach. Need to wait a week or two on this one. He was using the morning reports to order his mind and calm himself.
The wedding was the Sunday after next. He needed to put a stop to the whole dating thing before then. Lisa had openly rubbed Ian's crotch at the door three nights previous.
Was that going too far?
But she had been a banshee in bed. Never once had she called Ian's name. Their sex life had reached stellar, mind-blowing proportions. Was it because she lusted for Ian and they hadn't fucked? Was it because Ian made her horny and she embraced it all with him instead of his boss?
Satisfied his portfolio was in order, he walked resolutely towards Ian's door. He wanted to tell him that it was all ending. He also wouldn't mind if Ian saw her once more before ending it. He wasn't sure if he wanted it ending today or that coming Friday, or the final Friday before their Sunday wedding. A part of him wanted them to go out again. Wanted Lisa to feel Ian's cock in her hands. But another side of him said that if she did, he would lose her. Was it that simple? If her skin touched the skin of Ian's cock, was their marriage all over?
That sounded right, but then it didn't. He paused at Ian's door. Hadn't her pussy rubbed all over his boss's cock through their clothing? He tapped on the partially closed door.
“Come in.”
He stepped in and shut the door quietly.
“Kurt. Something the matter?” Ian leaned back and dropped the report he was reviewing onto his desk.
He sat without being invited. He noticed Ian did not frown or make a face. Perhaps they truly were close now as friends and not just associates. “The dating has to stop. Today.”
“You mean the F
riday nights?”
“No, all of it. Including the events. Everything. We're getting married two Sundays from now--”
“She's been a huge help to me and I thought you approved.”
“I want it over before it goes too far.”
“Too far? I have been a perfect gentleman to her and I understand you pushed her to do certain things--”
“Yeah, well, I thought better of it and this has to end.”
“I worked my ass off to keep you from getting fired and worked my ass off again to get you a raise.” Ian leaned forward, frowning. He didn't appear angry, but thoughtful.
Kurt fidgeted. Ian had certainly come through for him. “Surely you realize this can't go on.”
Ian rose from the desk and came around it. “I went to bat for you. I laid my own job on the line with Goldman. Not only that, but you cost me a hefty bonus.”
He closed his mouth with a snap. Ian was certainly right about that.
“I have worked for you. We're friends. I stuck my neck out when the easiest thing to do was fire you. And I have treated Lisa with the utmost respect. She's been a big help being there with me for my clients. You're acting more like a schoolkid than a friend.”
“But men don't go around loaning out their wives--”
“Of course they do,” Ian said. “Married secretaries accompany their bosses to conventions all the time. Lisa might not be my employee but I figured that was our way of you showing your appreciation for all I've done for you.”
He slumped in the chair. “I can't be loaning her out after we're married.”
“Of course you can. I've helped you. It's your turn to help me. I have obligations now as a couple for the next two months. I'm your best man.”
He didn't know what to say. But he shook his head.
Ian sighed, angry now. “All I've done for you and now you pull this. Fine.” He stabbed a finger forward. “You want this to end despite all I've done for you?”
Kurt nodded.
“You want me to suffer in front of my clients over the next two months just because you can't imagine Lisa going with me?”
“Not as my wife.”
He threw up his hands. “You sent her out with me several times not wearing panties, for shit's sake. Any other man would have fucked her the first time he noticed.”
“I--”
He stabbed the finger again. “You wanted me to notice. You wanted me to see. Didn't you think something might happen?”
Kurt was silent.
“I brought her back intact, every time.” He pointed to his crotch. “She has never seen this. Though she told me you want her hands on it.”
He turned red, blushing. I guess she told him everything.
“You want her hands on me, don't you? You want her to jack my dick so she can tell you about it.”
He shifted in his chair, suddenly uncomfortable and his dick beginning to harden.
He nodded, folding his arms. “I'll tell you what. I could still fire you. But as much as it complicates things for the next two months, I'll offer you a deal.”
Trying to calm himself, he looked at Ian eagerly. Not as a supplicant, but as an equal in a bad position and offered some hope.
“I'll end it all. After the wedding. She goes out with me as I need her until then.”
That actually sounds okay...
“But. The price for stabbing me like this, for trampling on what I thought was a good friendship of trust and respect, and especially for causing me business grief again, is this: on your wedding night, I get her first.”
“You what?”
“Those are my terms. Your wedding night and everything is over. Otherwise, I will keep coming to get her and take her with me until she tells me herself that she no longer wants to help out.”
“What makes you think I would agree to that?” He shifted in his chair, his erection betraying his indignation. Crap, am I excited or angry? This is confusing me.
“Because there is a third person involved. Lisa has been having fun. This is as much between the three of us as it is between you and me.”
Kurt thought about the horrid offer. If I can convince her to break it all off herself with him before the wedding, there won't be any embarrassing moment when Ian steps forward to claim Lisa. She would never know and it would all be over on his terms, not Ian's. The teasing has been fun, but that's enough. I definitely don't want him fucking my bride on our wedding night.
Ian glared at him, waiting.
Kurt rose and realized his erection was pushing out his pants. He said nothing, pursing his lips, and walked out of the office.
“Deal,” said Ian from behind him.
* * *
“You have to end it with him.” Kurt paced. They had been through the discussion every day since Monday. Ian was due any minute.
She paused her hair brush in mid-stroke. “We've been through this. You're hurting his job by wanting it over. He'll eventually find someone to replace me.”
How could he tell her about the deal? Would she be angry at him for having discussed her like that? Would it prove to her his sentiment and cause her to break it all off? “At least put some panties on. Your skirt is too short.”
“You liked me going without before.”
“Not tonight. Wear some for me, okay?”
“Okay, dear.” She selected some cotton panties and slid them on. “There, happy now?” Her smile said she wanted him happy.
He gave her one back. “Thank you.”
“I can't just cut him off, at least not until after his current event schedule clears up.”
“It never clears up.”
“Well, I need to give him some kind of notice.” She looked worried, for him and for Ian.
“Yes, tonight.”
Ian's knock interrupted their discussion.
She skipped down the stairs to the door.
He blew out a sigh and followed.
Ian embraced her at the door and they kissed. It was a slow kiss, and deep. He glanced at the stairs as Kurt came down. Then he reached a hand up and massaged her loose breast through her blouse.
Right in front of him.
Ian's hand then snaked into her blouse through the unbuttoned flaps and stroked a nipple.
Lisa arched her back, humming contentedly.
Kurt became frustrated. His dick hardened, but his anger flared. “Hey, now.”
Ian raise an eyebrow and removed his hand. “Ah yes, I shouldn't play with your fiance's tits in front of you.” He cupped her ass and still held her in a hug. Then he raised her skirt to feel her butt cheeks. He felt the panties. “Panties, hmm?”
“I think--” Kurt said.
Ian interrupted him. “I think you should remember who holds the keys to your job.” It wasn't said threateningly. “And that we have a deal. Breaking deals is a very bad thing.”
Lisa looked over at him. “I'll be alright. See you around nine.” Her smile said she would take care of things, that she had everything under control.
But Kurt was agitated.
He was still agitated, pacing, three hours later when he heard her keys. He opened the door for them.
Ian nodded, not as friendly as previous weeks. “Kurt.”
He sighed.
Lisa swept up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. Her own were red and swollen. Then she turned and let Ian embrace her. He kissed her, deep and passionate. She moaned and wilted in his arms.
Kurt was turned on, despite himself. He stumbled down onto the side chair and tried to hide his growing erection. He watched her grind her pussy forward into Ian's crotch.
After he left, Lisa hauled him up and planted a wet kiss on him. He gripped her and kissed her back. All of her passion was there, pressed against him.
“Take me into the bedroom, my wonderful husband-to-be, and fuck me. I need it, right now.”
He led her up the stairs, feeling better about the evening. Whew. She's back. And safe. And mine.
He undr
essed and Lisa bounced onto the bed, her curls flopping.
“I got to touch his dick, finally.”
He paused getting into bed. “You did?” Intrigued. Perturbed. Interested.
She nodded, a smile showing her teeth plastered on her happy face.
He finished getting into bed. “Tell me about it.”
“Check this out,” she said. She pulled up her skirt. Her panties were soaked, pushed into her hole. They were smeared wet and her inner thighs were shiny.
He looked up at her in shock. “Did he fuck you?”
“No. But he came on my panties.”
“He came on your panties?” His dick twitched, throbbed, and stirred.
“I suppose he couldn't help it.” She got up and undressed, peeling off those soaked panties last.
“Was he trying to rape you or something?”
“No. He took me to his house instead of going out. We were on the couch talking about you--”
“Me?”
“Mm hmm, and how you wanted me to touch his dick.”
“You shouldn't have told him all that.”
“Why not?” She tilted her head in confusion.
“Because that's private.”
“What do you mean, private? You tell me, I go, and he's not supposed to know?”
“Well, I thought this was more between you and me.”
“And him.”
She's making sense... “I guess you're right. I'm just not used to having a third person be on somewhat intimate terms of our own conversations.”
She nodded. “I see what you mean when you put it that way.” She reached under and grabbed his dick. Then she leaned over and nibbled his ear. “I was so scared when he first allowed me to pull it out.”
“On the couch?”
“Mm hmm. I was shaking.”
He reached down and touched her clit, sliding his fingers over an ocean of juices. His fingers made wet sounds as they passed over her swollen lips. “Wow, you're all wet.”
She moved her head and nibbled at his lips, licking his lower lip and flicking her tongue against his. “I got to suck on him, too.”
His cock throbbed to full erection. He imagined her lips sliding down his boss's shaft and he almost came. He pulled back a little, realizing his tongue was touching hers – the same tongue that had shortly before licked Ian's shaft.
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