Sharing Amy
Sylvia Redmond
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Finishing Inside
Chapter 1
I scanned the groups of people as I stepped into the entrance of the hotel ballroom. The ballroom was big and I imagined that on any given weekend it was host to multiple weddings, bar mitzvahs, and all manner of social gatherings. The thought made me wish I was here for one of those things, instead of the reason that had brought me here.
It was my company’s quarterly gala.
I looked at the sea of business suits and martini glasses while pondering which way I would go. People were gathered in their little cliques according to job function, just like the little groups of students on playgrounds all across the country. I could see the stuffed suits of the executive wing holding court by the baby grand piano, while my brothers and sisters from Marketing formed their own tight grouping by the end of one of the buffet tables. And I did what I usually did at these types of events.
I headed straight for the bar…
I grabbed myself a scotch and moved to the end of the bar, content to sip on my drink instead of mingling with coworkers that I had already tired of during the course of the day. Plus the bar was elevated on a platform above the floor, giving me a generous view of all the event’s participants. It was an undulating mass of shirts and ties hobnobbing with each other about contracts and clients and everything having to do with quarterly revenue. And at that moment all of those things were about as far from my mind as they could get.
I was forever horny, and I was looking at the women in the room. The men outnumbered the woman by a factor of three to one I guessed, but that still meant there were probably thirty or forty women at the party. There was the occasional wife, of that I was sure, but for the most part they were coworkers. And with few exceptions, the female coworkers were wearing pant suits and business skirts that were as conservative as the blue suits of the male executives.
“Another quarter, another fucking mandatory cocktail party.”
I turned to look at him although I knew who it was just by the sound of his voice. Anthony Salvo had a deep voice tainted with a New York accent that made him unmistakable by voice alone. He was standing next to me in one of his silk suits that reeked with the scent of a top performing sales person. I had learned long ago that guys like him were never meant to occupy desks in marketing or engineering. He had the good looks and schmoozability that would guarantee him success as long as he was dealing one on one with people.
“How you doing Tony?” I asked him, realizing it was a rhetorical question because Tony Salvo was always doing great.
“Great, just fucking great Mark. How you doin’?”
Yep, textbook Tony…
“Oh, you know – just trying my hardest to avoid my marketing group.”
He slapped me on the back with all the warmth of a fellow male colleague. I would have liked to think that he had come to the end of the bar to talk to me. Or perhaps, like me, he was trying to avoid his sales circle and sought me out as a kindred soul. And although we had a cordial working relationship, I knew his reason for being here was neither. Like a bird of prey, he had sought out the best vantage point in the room from which to view the guests.
“Bridget’s looking fucking good” he said.
He was a true pussy hound. Guys like him always were. It wasn’t enough that he had the good looks and charisma to make him successful in sales. That was the same chemistry that somehow made him irresistible to women, and guys with that magic rarely let it go to waste. I had heard he had nailed most the single women in the company worth screwing, and rumor had it he had chalked up a couple of the married ones as well. And I was certain that an event like this was the equivalent of shooting fish in a barrel for a guy like him.
“Yeah, Bridget’s a hot piece of ass” I said, reinforcing the obvious.
I didn’t have to look to confirm his observation because I had been thinking exactly the same thing just a few minutes before – but I looked anyway. Bridget was the bombshell from Accounting. I don’t know exactly what it was she did there but it didn’t really matter. I watched her toss back her long blonde hair as she laughed at a joke that looked like three different men were telling her.
“Yeah, but she’s a fucking cocktease” he said.
The comment left open the implication that he had firsthand knowledge of Bridget’s assets but he didn’t elaborate and I didn’t pursue.
“Then you have Stacey C” I said, as if offering him another special from a dinner menu.
Stacey was holding court with a group of engineering nerds like she was the queen of a primitive society. She was wearing an outfit that accentuated legs that went on forever, although that seemed to be true of any outfit she wore. She had the long, slender figure of an athlete, which was a striking contrast to most of the other women in the office.
“Eh” Tony said, giving me a dismissive nod. “Too skinny man – she’s pretty, but she’s got no tits or ass. You have to have a little meat on the bone, you know what I mean?”
I did know what he meant. In fact I felt the same way about Stacey, the Amazonian queen of the engineering jungle. She occupied a lot of the water cooler talk as being one of the company hotties, but I felt the same way as Tony. In a weird way it was a comfort knowing we had similar tastes.
"Who the fuck is that?"
I saw her before the words left his mouth. She would have been hard to miss, even if I had not been casually scanning the crowd. In a sea of suits and ties she stood out, a bombshell in a red dress.
It wasn't just Tony and I that noticed her - that was obvious. From our vantage point on the platform I could see heads turn as she walked in and she scanned the crowd. Men and women alike noticed, and paused casually in their conversations before moving on. And she had even managed to quiet Tony, who was silently standing next to me, still trying to place her.
"She doesn't fucking work here, no way. I would remember someone like that. Maybe from one of the regional offices?" he said.
I watched as she moved across the floor, and I took special notice of the dress that she was wearing. She had curves that accented the dress in a way that even the dress maker probably hadn't even envisioned. Her tits were magnificent, and the scoop of the fabric
was showing just enough cleavage to make her look classy.
While still looking like a bit of a tramp...
The fabric pulled back into a waist that flared out again at the hips, giving her a curvy hourglass figure that at some point seemed to fall out of favor in recent pop culture. It was the kind of body you could envision yourself grabbing onto and fucking, and I imagined that most of the men that looked at her as she walked across the room were thinking exactly that.
I knew I was...
"Look at those tits" Tony said again, undaunted by my silence. "How’d you like to tittie fuck those bad boys?"
I had been thinking about fucking her, but Tony’s words sent my mind in another direction. Yes, her tits would feel good wrapped around me. Or hanging over me as she rode on top. Or hanging under her as I grabbed those hips and slid into her from behind.
I watched her stop as a male coworker stepped in front of her, cutting off her path. It was Damion, one of the senior vice presidents, and a notorious skirt chaser. It made absolute sense that he would be stopping her, and I watched as he put his hand out on her arm while he offered what was certainly a half-assed pick up line. I could see her smile and laugh at whatever he said and I immediately felt a sharp pang of jealousy.
"Oh Jesus, is she here with Damion Weaver? That explains it, she must be that fucking guy's date" Tony said before pausing. “Or maybe not?”
She had broken away from Damion and continued walking, getting a little closer to our vantage point. The path of suits seemed to part for her as she walked, and at one point she stopped as she continued scanning the room. We had been looking at the front of her, but she turned her body as she continued looking through the groups of people. As the red dress slowly turned, Tony and I were both greeted with an entirely different angle of her.
The dress clung from behind, giving a perfect view of her ass. No curve was left hidden to us now as we could practically see the cleft of her ass. The dress wasn’t floor length by a long shot, and showed enough skin to tease you with what lay beneath the red fabric. It was a tantalizing ensemble, and watching her had almost made it worth coming to an otherwise stale cocktail party.
“Fuck” Tony went on, oblivious to the fact that I had yet to comment on her. “I’d love to bend that shit over and give her a ride from behind, you know what I mean? Paint a little white map of Hawaii right above that ass of hers. Who the fuck is that?”
I was friendly on a professional basis with Tony, which meant mostly that we had sat through dozens of sales meetings together. But hearing him speak in such colorful language was definitely a little outside the box. It was a testament to the woman in the red dress that she evoked such a reaction from him, and I realized even before I answered his question that his comments about her were exciting me in a way I had never felt before.
“That’s my wife” I told him, and I watched the solid features of his jaw as it dropped.
Chapter 2
“I can see why you don’t like going to those things” Amy said as she took out her hoop earrings. “Seemed like a bunch of stuffed suits to me.”
I was sitting on the bed in boxers, watching her as she talked. I hadn’t intended on staying at the party long, and I had cut our stay shorter yet once Tony started making his observations about my Amy’s body. It wasn’t that it made me uncomfortable, although I was pretty sure that Tony had been uncomfortable once the cat was officially out of the bag. But hearing his words had made me horny – horny in a way that made me want to be alone and naked with my wife as quickly as possible.
“Are you at least happy that I put on that old dress for you?” she asked. “I’m still not sure why you wanted me to wear that thing. I’m not as skinny as I was when I bought it – I’m sure I looked ridiculous, practically falling out of it.”
She WAS practically falling out of it, which was the obvious point in me wanting to see her in it…
“You looked fucking phenomenal” I told her, and I watched her eyes roll in the mirror as she kept her back to me. “Didn’t you notice how just about every guy there was looking at you?”
“Every guy there looking at me? Come on Mark, seriously. If people there were looking at me it was because I obviously did not fit in with that ridiculous outfit” she said, as she took off her wrist watch.
I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point after we got married she started with this low self-esteem thing. She would put on a pound here and take off a pound there, but the base package was every bit as fucking hot as when we had first started dating. Maybe her self-esteem sucked then too and I never noticed because I was too busy trying to get in her pants. And now, no matter how many times I complimented her, she still talked about herself like she was yesterday’s news.
“Anthony Salvo didn’t think you looked ridiculous” I said. “He noticed you the moment you walked in the ballroom and wouldn’t shut up about you.”
She had finished taking off the jewelry and her hands her moving behind her, starting the work of removing the dress. A part of me hated to see it go but the bigger part of me was wanting to tear it off of her myself.
“You say that name like it’s supposed to mean something to me” she said. “Am I supposed to be flattered that one of your nerdy marketing buddies got the wood up for me? Is he a virgin or something?”
The red dress dropped to the floor, revealing the curves that it had been trying in vain to hide all night. To my delight she was wearing the leopard skin bra and panties, that unbeknownst to her were my favorite of her collection. They were trite and tacky, and they looked fucking great on her curvy body. I wanted to compliment her on those too but knew I would be pushing my luck.
“Not exactly a virgin” I told her, as I watched her bend to pick up the dress.
My eyes followed her leopard skin covered ass as she went to hang the dress in the closet.
“He’s one of the company playboys” I told her. “I think he’s screwed half the eligible women in the company. He had just been commenting about how one of the company hotties wasn’t up to his standards when you walked into the room. By the things he was saying about you I’m pretty sure he almost came in his pants just watching you.”
She turned to look at me, in that way wives do when they are trying to decide if you’re bullshitting them or not.
“Really?” she said.
Her hands went behind her back to unsnap her bra as she stepped closer to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t meant to be a move that was intentionally seductive. I knew I had her interest piqued and she was stepping closer to hear details of my conversation with Tony. But the net effect of her stripping in front of me was sexy as hell.
“What kind of stuff did he say?” she asked.
She was close enough to be within reach, and I took her by surprise by reaching out to grab one of her arms. I pulled her partially naked body to me, between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. I ran my hands up her midsection, to the edges of the bra that was still clinging onto her heavy breasts. The snap being undone provide little resistance as I snaked my hands under the loose cups.
Time had been kinder to Amy’s body than she would ever let herself believe. While she may have gained a pound or two, she had been the rare breed of woman who had gained most of it in her chest. It made an already magnificent pair of tits even more so, while somehow managing to make it one of the more erogenous zones of her body. I felt the fleshy tips of her nipples slide under my fingers and immediately her body started to respond to me.
I took the bra off for her and tossed it onto the floor, and then grabbed her around the waist with both hands. I pulled her down next to me on the bed, determined to not let her hear the rest of the story until I got a little something in return. She was playfully struggling against me but I knew that this kind of talk always got her worked up.
“What did he say about me?” she asked again.
“I’ll give you two hints” I told her.
I took her large breasts
in my hands and starting massaging them, and could feel my cock rising hard and fast in my briefs. I pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her, leaning down to lavish all my attentions on her soft tits. I pulled them together with my hands, bringing her two nipples as close as her gorgeous form would allow. I then lowered my mouth to her, licking and sucking every inch of her delicious flesh.
Amy was helpless to resist any kind of attention on her chest, and I knew that a warm tongue drove her especially wild. I took my time sampling her, running it around the goose bumps that were appearing on her taut flesh. I could feel her nipples hardening under my hands as I held her big tits together, giving me a virtual ‘thumbs up’ that she was appreciating the attention. She let a soft moan escape her lips before trying to goad me for more details.
“What did he say about them?” she asked, in a voice that was husky and sexy as hell.
My mouth was alternating attention between each of her nipples, slowly teasing each one to make sure it was as hard as the other. As she asked her question I moved my mouth to the soft valley of flesh that I had created between her big breasts. I lapped at her skin, feeling her breathing getting faster beneath me. I paused to answer her, and admired the slick, wet tunnel I had created between her breasts.
I lifted a leg over her body, just enough so I could lower my briefs. With a lift of my other leg I felt the fabric pass my ankle, and when I settled back on top of her I was completely naked. My cock was rock hard, although I knew it had probably been rock hard from the moment she had unzipped the dress. I watched her eyes flutter downward to it as I scooted up her body.
“He said he wanted to do this to you.”
I put my hard cock in the wet valley between her breasts, and lifted her big tits so that they encased me in a soft tunnel of flesh. Amy took the hint and lifted her hands, placing them next to mine and forcing her breasts against me. I removed my hands from her body so that I could support my own weight, and then slowly started to rock back and forth in an effort to fuck her breasts.
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