by Lexi Archer
“That’s why it would be so naughty for you to get with him!” I said. “Also probably why it seems safer. It’s not like you’re going to leave me for him.”
I was continuing to pound inside her, her tits were bouncing up and down, her body felt impossibly hot underneath me. Hell, I felt impossibly hot. I felt like I had a fever that was reaching the breaking point. I felt like I was going to pass out from the combination of lightheadedness, the impossible tingling sensation running up and down my body, and that incredible heat.
“You want to know a secret?” Britney asked.
I leaned down and then she was the one whispering in my ear. “I was thinking the same thing. That’s why I dressed that way, that’s why I leaned over the table like that. It’s so fucking hot teasing him! Letting him see what he can have!”
She pulled back and we were staring into one another’s eyes. She opened her mouth as though to say something then closed it. Opened it again and I couldn’t believe what she said.
“A part of me wants to let him have me though…”
That was it. That was too much. I buried my head against her shoulder. I thrust my cock inside her one final time, buried myself to the hilt, and then I was pumping my load deep inside her. She nibbled at my ear as she let out quiet gasps and moans of her own. Our bodies were shaking and trembling together as I was wracked with the most intense orgasm I think I’d ever felt. As she felt like she was going through the same feelings. We’d both discovered a mutual love of the same fantasy, we’d impossibly discovered we were into the same thing, and it was overwhelming. I almost wanted to cry.
I blinked and in the space of that blink I went from lying on top of Britney to lying beside her on the bed. Holy shit! That was so intense that I must’ve blacked out for a moment. Just like last night I reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezed it in my own and leaned in to kiss her.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked.
Britney looked at me like I was an idiot. “Did you think I would’ve worn that outfit, would’ve walked in with no bra like that, shown off like that, if I wasn’t okay with this?” she asked.
“I’m just checking,” I said. “It is kind of weird fantasy we’ve discovered.”
Britney rolled her eyes and then she was rolling on top of me, locking eyes with me, though I was slightly distracted because of the way her pussy was rubbing against my cock, the way her tits were brushing against my chest. I’d just come so I was still in the honest five to ten minutes after an orgasm, but I wasn’t going to be in that honest five to ten minutes for more than a couple of minutes if she stayed on top of me like that.
“I’m a big girl Kyle,” she said. “I can make my own decisions, and if I decide that I like this fantasy we’ve come up with then that’s both of us. Don’t think this is all you. That you’re forcing me into something.
“So what do we do about this? Anything?”
Britney got that naughty smile on her face again. She tapped a finger against her lips. I knew what that meant.
“Well you talking about taking me into the back stock area and fucking the shit out of me got me to thinking. The cameras back there don’t work, and that seems like the perfect place to maybe take somebody back for a little teasing.”
I raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Oh really? And who were you thinking of teasing?”
“You, of course,” she said.
I blinked. That wasn’t the answer I was expecting. She laughed at the look on my face.
“Think about it. The other nice thing about that back stock area is there are plenty of big piles of stuff for somebody to hide behind. It’d be the perfect place for someone to sneak to if they wanted to, say, watch somebody while they were being naughty. While they were being a tease.”
Suddenly understanding hit me. Teasing me. Teasing me by getting teasing somebody else. I had a good idea who “somebody else” was too.
“How are you going to get him back there? How would we even do this without getting caught?”
Britney leaned down and kissed me. “You let me worry about that.”
I wanted to learn more about her plan, wanted but at that particular moment I was too distracted. It turns out it’s difficult to work out the details of your fiancée seducing another man when you were so preoccupied by the thought that it made your cock rock hard. Particularly when your fiancée’s waiting pussy was right there. Let’s just say we both got incredibly distracted very shortly after she admitted she was going to take Chris back there for a little teasing.
One thing was for sure. Tomorrow was going to be a lot of fun. I wondered exactly what she meant by teasing, exactly how far it was going to go, and I couldn’t wait to see.
8: Tease
For the second day in a row I found myself so nervous, so preoccupied, that I couldn’t concentrate on work. I could barely concentrate on trying to sell people useless overpriced electronics, which wasn’t much different from any other day when I thought about it. I kept expecting to see Britney making her way through our department, but every time I saw a woman coming through it wasn’t her.
My mind kept drifting back to the outfit she put on this morning, and boy was it something! It was similar to yesterday. A tank top underneath, though it was a thin tank top. Silk. The kind that felt smooth against your skin. She wore a front clasping bra underneath. Black and oh so sexy as she was putting it on. I had a pretty good idea exactly why she decided to couple a front clasper with that particular tank top, and it was making my cock hard, it forced me to find a hiding spot behind the sales desk several times during the day, just thinking about it.
Just as I was starting to think there wasn’t going to be a show until the afternoon I looked up and there she was. Walking through the department looking absolutely incredible. Her hips swayed back and forth seductively displaying the other part of her outfit that was driving me wild. It was a pencil skirt that ran down to her knees. It was acceptable as far as the work dress code was concerned, but only just. Looking at her in that skirt made me wonder exactly what she had planned. Every bit of her outfit was designed to go right up to the line as far as the dress code was concerned without actually crossing it, and every piece of her outfit was also designed for easy access should she want to let someone in.
Normally that would mean me, but my cock was throbbing as I thought about the real reason why she’d wear an outfit like that today of all days.
Normally when she came to the department she made a beeline straight for me, but that wasn’t the case today. It was the sort of thing that would have really pissed me off a few days ago even if it did turn me on a little bit in secret, only now that I’d come to terms with this fantasy I almost reached down and started stroking my cock as she went straight for Chris.
He looked up and blinked in surprise as she approached. She’d picked a pretty slow part of the day since there weren’t that many people coming to electronics stores right before the lunch hour in the middle of the week. She walked up to him and smiled. Leaned in close. Whispered something in his ear. God how I wished I was close enough to hear whatever the hell it was she was whispering to him, though I had a pretty good idea what it was.
Then she was walking away, walking towards the back of the store. Her ass was still doing that seductive sway back and forth and now I finally had a chance to get a good look at it from the proper angle. She turned around, locked eyes with me, and winked.
I looked over to Chris standing with a piece of merchandise forgotten in his hands where he’d been restocking the shelves. He was staring as well, though there was something more to his stare. He had a shell shocked look on his face that was above and beyond the hypnotic effect Britney’s ass usually had on a guy.
I smiled to myself and looked down when he glanced over to me. I kept looking at him out of the corner of my eye and it was clear he was watching me. Trying to see if I’d seen that little interaction. Only I played dumb. I wasn’t going to be the jealous boyfriend typ
e today. No Sir.
A moment later he was casually setting the merchandise he was stocking down and then he made his way towards the back as well. I followed him with my eyes but didn’t turn my head. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was on to him. The last thing I wanted was to spook him. Not when the fun was about to start.
I felt myself and shivering. I felt myself shuddering. I knew what kind of reaction it was. The body got turned on, the body prepared for sexy times, and the tensing of muscles could cause spasms in your whole body. It was the same sort of thing I’d felt back in the day when I was sneaking one of the dirty movie channels late at night when my parents could walk in on me at any moment. It was the same sort of shuddering spasms I’d felt the first time Britney started undressing in front of me as I looked at her like I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
I quickly looked back down to the paperwork I was going through as he turned to look at me one last time. Turned to make sure I wasn’t watching. Then he was making his way quickly through the back of the store, towards the back stock area. That massive labyrinth of boxes, shelves, and the occasional forklift moving through. Though it would be mostly deserted this time of day. All the stock had already arrived and the people who usually worked back there would be gone.
They wouldn’t be back until later tonight. No, it was just people going to see if there was anything “in the back” for a particularly demanding customer, but I knew from long experience that the place was mostly deserted. I knew from talking with the guys who worked security that the cameras back there didn’t even work. I’d seen the monitors myself.
“So are you going to watch the fun?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned and James was standing there looking at me with a wide grin splitting his face. A knowing grin splitting his face. I tried to decide whether or not I should play dumb with him. Instead I decided to play it coy. Let him play his games.
“What are you talking about?”
“You have the same nervous look on your face that I did the first time Stacy and I tried this,” he said. “Though I have to admit you’re being pretty ballsy doing this at work. I never would’ve thought of that. We just got a hotel room.”
“Was it worth it?”
There were a thousand things I could’ve asked him in the moment. He had more experience with this than I did. He’d been here before. He knew the ropes. And yet that was the only thing I could think to ask. I was about to let my fiancée do who knows what in the back stock area with a guy who was a friend, to be sure, but it was still my fiancée with another guy. This fantasy, this obsession, had taken control of me and I couldn’t do anything to fight it, but I at least wanted to know if it was worth it.
James got a far-off look in his eyes as though he was thinking back to a fond memory. I suppose that would be a fond memory, and seeing that look on his face just made me more excited to see what was about to happen between Britney and Chris.
“It’s gut wrenching,” James said. He reached out and patted me on the back. “But it’s worth it if you can handle it.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. But the look on my face must have said it all. James clapped me on the back one more time and laughed.
“You won’t know if you can handle it until you’re in the moment,” he said. Then he glanced towards the back stock area. “Which, by the way, might pass if you keep hanging out up here at the desk instead of going back there to see what’s going on man! Go on. I’ll hold down the fort.”
I took a deep breath. He was right. It could’ve already started for all I knew. I grinned at James. A sickly, uncertain grin, but it was still a grin. Then I turned and made my way towards the back stock.
9: Watching Britney
Normally avoiding a customer catching your attention was like running an obstacle course, but the fates or some other higher power smiled on me this particular day. The place was deserted. It was as though a path had been carved out just for me as I made my way to the massive stock area.
I worried that I might not be able to find them. I really wasn’t joking when I said at the stock area was massive. Our store acted as a sort of regional distribution center for some of the other stores and so we had a lot more stuff in the back area than other stores usually did. Which necessitated a whole lot of space on the ass end of the store. It also meant it was easy for people to go back and get lost for a few minutes if they needed a break. It also meant it would be easy for a couple to get lost back there if they wanted to have a little fun away from prying eyes.
Giggling. Off in the distance, but close enough that I could hear it clearly. I made my way towards that giggling, careful to watch how my feet fell against the concrete floor. The last thing I wanted to do was give myself away from the sound of my feet hitting hard concrete.
Only I almost gave myself away again despite that overabundance of caution. I walked around a corner, around some boxes, and found myself in a small alcove that had been created by some massive refrigerators set up to block the view from the front entrance. There were some beanbags that had been pilfered from another part of the stock area spread across the floor. Almost as though somebody had used this area before. I was definitely fascinated. I’d never been back here long enough to notice anything like this, but it was definitely an interesting discovery.
Britney’s eyes went wide when she saw me round the corner. Luckily Chris was facing away from me. She was leaning back against one of the refrigerator boxes and Chris was standing close to her, though not up against her. She quickly schooled her face to a smile and glanced at me. Chris started to look over his shoulder, but I moved myself behind the boxes just in time to avoid being spotted.
I glanced around. How was I going to do this? The refrigerators were set up next to some shelving that ran the length of the stock area. And when I say shelving I’m not talking about bookshelves. No, I’m talking about massive shelves set up at about six foot intervals and designed to hold a lot of heavy stuff.
That gave me an idea. I moved down the way, far enough that I hoped my acrobatics wouldn’t be heard, and with a quick jump I managed to grab on to the lowest level of the second-level shelves. I’d seen someone else do this before, but I’d never tried it myself. Hell, there was no time like the present for trying new things though.
I was thankful that I still worked out, because it wasn’t too difficult for me to pull up onto the shelf. From there it was an easy enough task to scoot forward until I was on top of one of the refrigerator boxes which was about even with that shelf. I scooted forward until I was peering over the edge, looking down on my fiancée and Chris talking to one another. Britney glanced up for just a moment, she was facing me and apparently she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, but that was the only acknowledgment she gave that she knew I was up here.
“I still can’t believe you were so naughty like that yesterday!” Chris said.
Britney leaned back against the fridge and giggled again. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
Chris leaned forward, moved one of his arms to the side of Britney’s head so he was leaning towards her but still not quite violating her personal space. I saw her breathing start to pick up. Saw her chest rising and falling faster. I even thought I saw a flush rising to her face. It looked like she was getting turned on, and I have to admit my cock was rock hard as I looked at the scene playing out before me down below.
“I thought you hated me,” Chris said.
“Hate is a strong word,” she said. “I just think you’re a cocky asshole.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Cocky? Then why are you back here with me right now?”
“I have my reasons,” she said. Another glance up to where I was hiding and then back down. So fast that if I hadn’t been watching her face intently, if I hadn’t been looking for some sort of reassurance, I wouldn’t have seen it. My stomach was twisting into nervous knots as I watched. I was sick with jealousy watching him lea
ning close to my fiancée like that, and yet at the same time I was so aroused. My cock was so hard that I thought it might burst through the shelf I was lying on.
“You know what I’d really like?” Chris asked.
“What’s that?” Britney asked, raising her eyebrow.
Chris moved his free hand up and ran it along her chest. Another man was touching my fiancée’s chest! I blinked. She’d unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt. How had I not noticed that before? She looked down at his finger with interest but made no move to push him away. I started grinding my cock against the shelf as I watched the show. His hand moved down until it was pulling down slightly on her tank top, until it was pulling down exposing more of her cleavage.
“I was thinking a repeat of yesterday’s show might be nice,” he said.
Britney bit her lip and looked into his eyes. “And what makes you think you deserve a repeat of yesterday’s show?”
“Something tells me you want to repeat yesterday’s show,” Chris said.
Britney licked her lips and then her hands moved up to her tank top. I knew that tank top well. It wouldn’t take much to pull it down entirely. She glanced up towards me one more time and then she was pulling it down along with her bra exposing her tits to Chris. He breathed in sharply as he looked down at her amazing body. And then one of his hands was moving up and cupping her tits.
Britney pulled her hands away from her tank top. Her eyes widened in surprise and she glanced up to me once more, a nervous glance, but I could also tell she was turned on. She was breathing heavily as Chris moved his hand almost reverently over the tit he’d managed to capture before she let go of her bra. My fiancée was standing against a refrigerator box in the back stock area with another man groping her tits. Another man feeling her up! Her tits were territory that was all mine, and now he was treating her like she was all his!
