Jim was at the door, going through the mail. “Oh, hello, you two.” He looked pleased.
“Bedroom,” Eric said.
Duh. Do you have to be so bossy? “Lunch is only an hour, I guess. You know,” she said to Jim.
Jim waved her to lead the way.
In the bedroom, she waited for Eric to strip her. That had been fun.
“Get undressed,” he said.
She frowned. Take the fun out of everything, why don't you?
Jim and Eric were naked, both stroking themselves.
Her boss pushed her down onto the bed and laid her back. Then he scooted her ass to the edge. Placing his erection at her hole, he pushed.
No fingering?
She was a little tense and his shove forced her open uncomfortably. The headboard banged lightly against the wall.
Ow ow ow.
Jim was seated on the other edge of the bed, stroking and watching.
Eric groaned as he reached full penetration. Her pussy was filled with his shaft and it felt good. She started to relax. He started thrusting, moving his erection in and out of her while her husband watched. Her pussy clenched and then relaxed. The headboard banged repeatedly on the wall.
She was being fucked, right here in her own bed, by her boss.
“Yeah, that's it, take it all, Carlene.” Eric pushed hard – spearing her with rough thrusts. “You like being fucked by my cock, don't you?”
“It feels nice.”
The sound of the headboard gave testament to the force of their fucking.
“Better than your husband's isn't it?”
No, not at all. It just feels nice. “Um, well, it's different.”
He pulled out and motioned her up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her down to sit on his lap facing out. “Jim, get over here and lick your wife's pussy while I fuck it.”
Oh wow, that sounds very dirty.
Jim knelt down between Eric's legs. Hers were spread wide over his.
Eric shifted, leaning her back a little. His erection slid up into her, filling her. His thrusts pulled out halfway, then went back in deep.
She squirmed, circling her little hips on him.
Jim's tongue touched her clit and the whole room spun.
Oh wow. She moaned and it wasn't a quiet moan.
Eric panted at her, “You like that?”
“Yes.” Her head throbbed and her body thrummed with vibration. Sensations rippled through her and she felt the familiar tensing, coiling and build-up.
“You like your husband licking your pussy while I fuck it with my cock?”
“Yes, it's good.” More. She looked down at Jim licking her. His erection was pulsing. He slid his hand along its length.
“I will want to fuck you next week.”
“Yes, fuck me more.”
Jim moaned, the vibration coming through his tongue. It went directly through her clit and vibrated her spine.
Her boss thrust his shaft into her harder, pulling down on her hips as he thrust.
Yes, deeper. “Mmm, yes, fuck me deep. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your cum.” She was panting, quivering.
Jim moaned again and suddenly he was trying to shove his tongue up her pussy hole next to Eric's thrusting penis.
Oh this is gonna be big. She spun out of control and cried out. Everything went jelly and tension. She thought she would rip apart.
Her boss groaned out and thrust deep, his shaft swelling and then spitting its hotness up inside her.
Her husband pulled away, stroking fast. Then he was squirting ropes of his sperm at her as she laid back on Eric. Sperm hit her stomach and crotch and rolled down between her legs.
“Ugh,” said Eric. “You got your cum on me. Starting next week you'll just watch.”
Huh? What was my husband to him? Some employee?
“Alright,” Jim said. But he didn't sound too happy about it.
“I'm here to fuck your wife, not get hosed down with your cum.”
No need to be rude about it.
“Fine, fine.” Her husband raised an eyebrow.
That's not a good sign.
Her boss cleaned off and dressed. He eyed her. “Hurry up, we need to get back to work.”
She groaned. She just wanted to relax after the orgasm. “Okay.”
* * *
Carlene finished breakfast. “I need to go to the store and get some shorter skirts.”
“Oh? Eric must have told you? I can't imagine you wanting them on your own.”
You know me too well, don't you? “Yes, he said he wanted easy access to my pussy.”
“Sounds delicious.”
“You men.”
“Will you be back for the show?”
“I don't think so. I'll need stockings to cover my legs and a garter set--”
“That sounds really delicious.” His smile was bright.
“Oh stop. They're going to be my work clothes.”
“Special clothes for the boss? You won't wear them for me?”
“I don't know, maybe.”
He stood and gave her a lingering kiss good-bye.
She smiled and hugged him. Did it matter to him if she had work clothes that enticed the boss? He had watched them fuck, certainly her work clothes should be no big deal.
She was happy, pleasing both Eric and Jim. At lunch she took Eric's erection. In the evening she took her husband's. Their sex was better, more passionate even.
The department store was not overly crowded. People seemed to be shopping less these days.
She found some above-the-knee gray wool skirts. She selected three and wandered amongst the others. Looking over some skirts that were mid-thigh, she felt the thrill of danger and grabbed a black one.
She chose all black stockings and selected a couple of black garter sets from the lingerie area; those were thicker and sturdier than the flimsy things in the stocking aisle.
Satisfied, she returned home. The car clock told her she had missed the show.
Oh well, I hope Jim got to watch.
* * *
Sunday evening, Carlene climbed into bed. Another dreary week ahead but with some very nice breaks for lunch. How many times would Eric want to fuck me?
She sighed. “I hate Mondays.”
“Maybe you could find a different job.”
“What, don't want me fucking Eric anymore?”
“I didn't say that. But it's not a good sign when you hate your job. Why not get something nicer?”
“I dunno.” Maybe I will.
“And Eric is fine. Even if you left he could still come for lunch--”
“You're filthy.”
He rolled towards her. His hand found her panties. “Don't you like it, though? His cock?”
“It's not as nice as yours.”
“Still, don't you like it in your pussy?”
Mmm yes. “I guess so.” She reached over and grabbed him. He was already hard. “What about you, though?”
“What about me?”
“It's obvious you enjoy him fucking me, but what do you like about it?”
“Hmm...” He kept fingering her. “I love seeing your pussy open up and take his shaft.”
She felt warm.
“I like seeing him thrust his cock deep into you and hearing you moan.” His hips thrust, fucking her hand on his shaft.
“Doesn't that make me a slut?”
“You're my slut.”
* * *
Monday's yelling and frantic phone calls made her want to rip out her thin hair.
She hoped Eric would say something nice about her outfit, but he had glanced at her and went on.
All work and no play.
She went into his office later and set the bids she had reviewed from the previous Friday. He was on the phone.
“Yeah, I'll need to see it... Tell you what, just come on in tomorrow to the office... Yeah... Maybe we'll go have some beers over it for lunch or something...”
Great. There goes
my day and probably my week. She couldn't imagine him wanting any action today with typical Monday-stress.
He hung up. “Carlene, pull the file on Oceanview Sheetmetal and make me copies of the contract. They gave Rod a letter of dispute.”
Rod was their new superintendent in the area – their eighth.
“Does Rod know what to do?” Normally supers faxed on those letters.
“Oh yeah. Rod's good. He and I go way back – worked in Detroit together.”
Detroit again. She stifled a yawn.
“I'll take him out for some drinks tomorrow and we'll go over the dispute.”
Wonderful. I get forgotten.
How wrong she was and how drastic her life was about to change.
CHAPTER 9
She did not look forward to Tuesday. But she still had to go to work.
Jim wrapped her in a hug as the coffee machine beeped. “What's wrong, my love? Why so mopey?”
I want my coffee. “Need coffee.”
“What else is wrong?”
Stop that. This is where you're supposed to be insensitive and uncaring because I don't want to talk about it. “Oh, Eric has work and stuff to do.”
“Ah, no playtime today?”
She smiled and stifled a giggle. “No, I guess not. He has some friend from Detroit who's the new super.”
His hand came up and stroked her hair. It felt so good when he did that. “I'll be here for you.”
“Oh, I know.” She kissed his lips. “I guess work just gets in the way sometimes.”
“I understand.”
And she knew he did.
Work was another office day typical of Tuesdays. But this day, Eric paid attention to her. This day, he reached his hand up her skirt a few times, teasing.
Maybe I'll get action tomorrow. That will make Jim happy and I'll get action at night, too.
Just before lunch, he reached his hand up her skirt as she stood next to his desk. They were reviewing the Oceanview contract. She figured he might just tease her again but his fingers stroked her pussy through her panties. She spread her feet a little and tried to concentrate on the contract. But that was no use.
Stick your fingers in. Throw me on the desk and fuck me. But stop teasing.
The office door opened and she squeaked in panic.
Eric pulled his hand away and she tried to make sure her skirt was in order.
The man entering took her breath away.
He was tall, angular, muscled in the right places. His eyes were a deep brown and brooding. The bad-boy stubble looked like it was permanent. The way he moved was fluid and not stiff with hesitancy or a lack of confidence. He was brutally handsome.
Eric leaned back. “Ah, Rod. Early as usual.”
“Did I interrupt anything?” His deep voice was rugged, smooth, and complemented the look in his eyes.
She tried to catch her breath. Her mouth was open.
“Nothing really. Just getting a little feel of my secretary.”
Eric just said what? She flushed red with embarrassment. What will this man think of me? Rod?
The handsome man, more handsome than Eric in a more masculine way, gave her a wicked grin and a wink.
Her insides turned to water.
“I think she likes you. I've never seen her speechless.”
She turned redder.
“I don't think I've seen her blush like this, either.” He leaned back and put his feet up on the desk. “Come over here and let me introduce you to her.”
He's going to come closer? What do I do?
Rod stepped around the desk and stood near, looking down over a sexy smile.
Such sexuality wasn't fair.
“This is Carlene. I've just recently had the pleasure of having her.”
He said what? Her eyes grew big.
But Rod's expression did not change by much. A quirk of a smile and a slight raise of an eyebrow were all she saw.
“Is that so?” he said.
“Indeed, and with her husband in the room.”
Rod chuckled. It was an easy sound, relaxed and not suggestive. “My, my.”
She was going to pass out. Her deepest secret had been revealed to this captivating man and she was about to die in shame. He must think I'm a slut.
“Carlene, this is Rod.”
She nodded, her mouth still open.
“Rod, lock the door.”
Um... what?
When the door was locked, Eric brought his feet down and leaned forward. “Unzip your pants and show her what you've got.”
Her heart thumped in her chest. What?
But the stunning man was unzipping, that smile not leaving his face.
No way. This is a joke. He's not going to pull out his...
And there it was. He was pulling out a fleshy pink knob and then more. He was longer than Eric. Maybe as big as her husband. It was beautiful.
“Touch him, Carlene.”
“Whuh? No--”
“Touch him. I want you to touch him. It's okay. We're friends.”
A twinkle in Rod's eye distracted her. He was grinning, showing nice teeth. A wink competed with the bashful tilt of his head.
“Well, I--”
“Touch him.” Command was in Eric's voice.
She stepped forward. Rod moved towards her a step also. Heart pounding, she reached out and touched the wonderful-looking penis. It was warm, spongy and sent thrills down her back.
“Stroke it.”
She looked back at Eric, her hand still on Rod's manhood.
“Stroke it.”
She gripped the shaft and began a gentle stroking motion. It hardened rapidly, filling her hand. Heat and moisture flooded her pussy. This is so bad.
She should feel guilty, shouldn't she? She should feel like a whore, shouldn't she? She should feel like a trashy, cheap bitch, right? But she didn't. She felt lust.
“Kneel down and suck him.”
What?
“I can't--” she said.
“Kneel down and suck him.”
Rod winked at her again. “Go ahead; it's okay.”
Her knees wavered at the sexuality radiating from this man whose shaft was in her hand. She fell to her knees more to keep from falling than to suck him, but she found herself leaning in as he moved forward.
The head of his penis brushed her lips and then she was opening, sliding her mouth down his shaft. The flesh tasted good. It was hard, erect, and engorged. She felt the contours of his shaft and the bulb of the head.
“Oh, yeah. She knows what to do,” Rod said. His voice was low, a murmur of wonder and satisfaction.
He likes this? Suddenly she realized she was fucking his erection with her mouth. Sucking, pulling, fisting his shaft as she sucked and licked the head. She could feel him twitching in her mouth. Her lips slid along his skin and she heard with satisfaction a moan of delight from him.
It didn't make her feel trashy, or cheap. It made her feel powerful.
She sucked harder, sliding faster, wanting to feel the power of her own sexuality awakening his. She felt him swell, bulging at the head.
He was panting and then said, “Oh yeah.”
His body jerked and hot spurts of his orgasm flew against the back of her throat. She swallowed and sucked reflexively. He had a very light and mellow flavor. She kept sucking.
He started chuckling and moved her off his shaft. He was in that tickly aftereffect and his penis was sensitive to the touch.
She looked up at him looking down at her. He wore a smile, relieved, surprised and very satisfied. It made her feel very warm inside.
“Thank you, sweets,” he said.
Eric cleared his throat.“Very nice, Carlene. Very, very nice. But we have some business now.”
I'm getting dismissed?
“Maybe tomorrow I will bring Rod along for lunch.”
What? Her heart thumped and skipped. Her pussy flooded with moisture and the deep ache pulsed inside her. Does he really mean to my home?
Or are they doing some lunch thing again tomorrow?
Eric shooed her. “Be a good girl. We'll take our lunch tomorrow.”
He's going to bring Rod? No way. But she hoped she interpreted that insinuation right. She hoped Eric did bring him along. The thought of opening her legs to Rod's shaft made her stumble. The ache that made her clench was strong. She wanted to feel that lovely penis in her.
The rest of the day she squirmed in her chair, wondering what that erection would feel like inside of her.
Dinner at home was a distraction. She wanted to tell Jim, but dreaded his refusal.
Her husband knew her though, and very well. “What's got you nervous?”
“That new superintendent is one of Eric's friends from Detroit.”
“Oh?”
She nodded.
“And?”
She toyed with her fork.
He leaned back, a small glass of rum in his hand. “Spit it out.” His voice was gentle. He was waiting, caring, ready to offer what she needed.
“Eric mentioned bringing Rod along tomorrow.”
“Oh?” Raised eyebrows.
“For lunch.”
“I see.”
“Here, you know.”
“Yes, I know exactly what you mean.”
“Oh, well, I think he means to. I'm not sure.”
“If that bothers you, tell him no.”
She couldn't think of anything else to say. She wanted to tell him more.
Later, in bed, he shook his head at her. “Something is bugging you.”
“No--”
“Stop that. I know you.”
Yes, he did know her. Too well. She pouted.
“It's about Eric and the new super?” He prodded her.
She nodded.
“Well?”
She sighed. I can't tell him I blew some stranger today. “I touched his penis.”
“You what?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
Uh oh. Trouble.
“I touched him. Eric told me to. I couldn't help it--”
“You touched his cock, huh?”
The anger in his voice she expected wasn't there. Instead, he seemed interested.
I still can't tell him I sucked on some guy's erection. “And then he told me to suck him.”
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