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   Author's note

   You'll notice a complete lack of concern in this text for disease
   and contraception. That's because it's FANTASY, dude, and that
   stuff just gets in the way. In real life, you'd be nuts to engage
   in these acts without protection.

   When I write for fun there's no editor to give me feedback, so
   informed criticism is always welcome. Enjoy, and please write
   with comments and opinions.

   This may be just for fun, but it is copyrighted, and reproduction
   for profit is forbidden. Any distribution must include this note
   and the author's email address.
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Office Assistance (MF, FMF, oral, mild anal)
(c) 2004 by Nicolo "Loco" Parenti - nicoloco@hotpop.com


"You know you want to, Jack," she said with a grin. "And why would it
bother me? I'm offering to help, you dummy."

The dummy in question was naked in bed with Dee, short for Denise. I
shouldn't have been. For one thing it was the middle of the work day. For
another, we're both married, and not to each other. We were enjoying a
classic nooner, one of several in the past few weeks. Dee is delicious,
adventuresome, and a little depraved -- the perfect fuck buddy. And not at
all possessive, as she'd just shown.

'It' was bedding her boss, Eva. And she was right, I did want to, along
with probably every guy she'd ever met. I know that's as much a comment
about men in general as it is about Eva, but if the Dalai Lama met her,
I'll bet that saffron robe would start to tent.

Dee and I could get together without tongues wagging around the office
because I don't work in her office, at least not every day. A consultant
who serves several companies, I'm here and there as work requires. So Dee
takes a lunch break and comes back laid -- who's the wiser?

Dee is a cute brunette in her early thirties with short hair and brown
eyes. She stands -- and she doesn't stand often around me -- about 5' 5",
and sports lovely B-cup tits and a die-for tush on her athletic 120 pound
body. And you'd never know it to look at her, but she's as hot for sex as
any woman I've ever met.

At work she's cheerful and friendly, never flirty. She's been married a
while, no kids, and I assumed her home life was fine. I never thought
she'd be getting any on the side, and I sure didn't expect to be the one
giving it.

Like a lot of guys, I normally take at least an oblique run at any pretty
woman I get to know, and I do score often enough to keep off the bench.
But Dee, well, as I said, she really didn't seem the type. So, OK, being
wrong about a woman doesn't make me unique.

I live quite a ways from most of my clients, so a few years ago I bought a
small older house to serve as an office and a base for my small staff (no
size jokes, OK?). They gather in the morning, disperse to client sites,
regroup at five. This house/office has some benefits that have nothing to
do with taxes -- for example, it's where Dee and I were lying naked, and
where it all started for us...

I wasn't looking for a lover when Dee and I found ourselves chatting
casually at an after hours office get-together one tipsy Friday night. As
we drank we got on the topic of my business. She knew I had an office
nearby but didn't realize it was in a regular house.

"You mean, with a kitchen and bathroom and... everything?" she asked.

"Sure, with the office in the living room and a bedroom for storage and
repairs."

"Just the one bedroom?"

"Ah, no, I do keep the second one for the usual purpose, you know, in case
one of us is working late or I have a client in from out of town."

"Wow, your office sounds neat. I'd like to see it sometime."

I can be dense, but not that dense. "Um, sure, Dee, any time. In fact," I
said, checking my watch, "I have to stop there pretty soon. Want to tag
along? I can drop you back here after the tour."

She oohed over the kitchen and the office and the work room. When we got
to the bedroom I bumped into her as she stopped short in the doorway. I
figured she was shocked silly that the bed was made.

The physical contact, plus the unavoidable presence of the bed, triggered
something. I slipped my hands to her hips, then moved them forward to hug
her from behind. She looked up over her shoulder with a look I can't quite
describe. But she didn't pull away.

"So, Dee, it really is a bedroom, with a bed. And unless I'm reading this
wrong you wouldn't mind finding out if the mattress is firm or soft...?" I
slid my hands upward to the bottom of her breasts as I spoke and she
relaxed backward to rest against me.

"Jack, don't think badly of me. I don't do this, really I don't. But I'm a
little drunk, I like you and I think you like me, and this is the first
time in years I've been alone in a bedroom with a strange man. And damn
it, I can feel that thing of yours getting stiff against my butt."

Yes, well that didn't exactly take ESP. She turned and I felt her body
melt as she molded to me, her tits firm against my chest. I guess we both
wanted to feel that thing of mine pressing from another angle, because
someone's hips urged forward (it was hard to tell whose). Then her breath
was hot on my neck and I took her chin to raise her face. I saw a look I
recognized, and of course she saw it too. The hug turned into a kiss, and
that became a grope, and before we knew it the clothes were flying.

I love removing a woman's clothing, especially for the first time. The
bra, for instance, often hides nature's intent, holding up what wants to
fall, pressing in what wants to flop. But not so much with Dee -- hers
were nicely firm with just a little heft. Her nipples were stiff with
desire, so I nibbled at them a bit, then worked my way down to her pussy.

I was amazed that we were doing this, that she had this sexy side I'd
never suspected. I'd been fully hard from the moment we started. I tongued
her clit and inner lips and made tentative moves down her ass crack, which
she didn't seem to mind. She ate my dick like it was a Nutty Buddy,
sucking at the tip and gnawing gently on its sensitive underside. Yow.

But that was prologue. After a minute I flipped her over doggy fashion and
placed myself at her threshold. She was quite vocal in expressing her need
for cock, urging me forward in the most graphic terms until I was in her
to the hilt. She only needed a few deep strokes to reach her first climax.
She came again with me, a few minutes later. And yet again, an hour after
that. Ahh, new love.

That's how it began. And here we were a few weeks later, still as hot as
minks in a microwave.

Remembering that night (and sure, the sight of Dee's lovely body) got me
horny again, so I reached for her. She in turn took hold of my rising
handle and drew me toward her mouth. "So is this for me, or for Eva?" she
asked with a wicked leer. I wisely held my tongue, or rather, employed it
to better use than answering silly questions. It was for her, and for Eva,
and every woman I'd ever lusted after, and some not yet born. But there
was only one woman in a position to use it now.

I licked her in long, languid strokes from below the lips up to her turgid
nub, stopping on occasion to press into her hot, juicy core. I knew she
liked this because she moaned around my dick as she tried to stuff it
deeper into her mouth. She didn't have the knack of throating, but believe
me that's no complaint. She had the knack of being there, right now,
sucking my cock.

After a bit of this we read each other's minds and shifted into what had
become our favorite position, with Dee leaning back, her legs spread,
bent at the knees and dangling to the floor. I was standing at the edge of
the mattress, a style that allows good penetration and force and lets us
both watch the action.

Dee threw her head back as I eased into her hot, tight channel, which
caused her lovely tits to strain upward. I obliged them by reaching
forward to tweak the nipples as I began pumping into her well-licked slit.
She doesn't last long in this position, horny little girl that she is, and
I can count on her coming a couple of times before I have to let go. I
increased the pace and power of my thrusts, with the expected effect.

"Oh, fuck, yes, that's it Jack, keep it up, don't stop, oh fuck fuck fuck
that's good, god I'm close again, fuck me you bastard, yes, right there,
just like that, OHHHH!" Did I mention she's very vocal? "Oh, yes, coming!
Coming!" To add a little fillip, I took her swollen clit between my
fingers to tug and twist it gently. "AHHH! Fuck, shit, AHHH!" I didn't let
up until she had stopped babbling and opened her eyes in a glazed and
cross-eyed stare. I slowed to a maintenance motion, leaning to suck at her
nipples as she recovered.

"Time for another?" I asked with a smile after her breathing had calmed.

"Christ, I don't know if I'll be able to walk if we do that again. That
was one major come. I'm drained, you lovely fucker."

"Want to change up, try something else, maybe cowgirl? I still have
something I need to give you."

"Mmmm, way too physical for me right now. How about I just lie in the
middle of the bed and you ravage my lifeless body? I couldn't climax again
for a week."

Ravaging sounded good. I proved her wrong, and in the process shot a hot
cupful deep into her. Then there was just enough time for a Dee to grab a
snack from the kitchen and take a quick shower before heading back.

"Bye Jack, see you Thursday, OK? And think about it. Wouldn't you like to
have Eva lying naked right there like I was, taking your hard cock? I'll
bet it can happen within a couple of weeks."

It wasn't hard to imagine that, and little Jack started to stir at the
image she was painting, had been painting for a few days now. "But
sweetie, what do you get out of it? Is this a revenge thing, or do you
want pictures, or what?"

"Revenge? Hell no. And no need for pictures, Jack," she said with an
enigmatic smile. "Bye!"

 ======================================================

Eva poked her head into her assistant's office, thinking how much she'd
come to rely on Denise. They meshed nicely, though unequal in many ways.
Dee was paid well for her job, but it was just a job. Eva was a star, the
head of sales for a high-end graphics firm who took home six figures.
Smart and sexy, married with two kids to Mark, a successful ad executive.
She seemed to have it all.

'All' included the drool of her male clients and co-workers, though no one
had gotten close to bagging her. She had an approachable yet businesslike
manner that telegraphed her interest, but not in a sexual way. Well-timed
references to her family made it clear to all but the hopelessly lustful
that she was off the market.

She sometimes felt a bit skinny, but her slimness was really an asset
(think Ally McBeal plus). She carried about 100 lbs on a gym-toned 5'7"
body, which didn't leave a lot of padding. A-cup breasts seemed just
right, and her long legs, sculpted features and tight rear gave the
impression of a fashion model. She was always nicely turned out, her
strawberry blonde hair styled and her clothes 'business chic', great for
endless rounds of discussions, pitches, proposals and lunches.

But it may not surprise you that the perfect picture had a crack or two.
One issue was her marriage, which seemed to fit somewhere after work and
the kids. Mark traveled for weeks at a stretch, tending to his clients and
their campaigns. For a couple in their thirties, weeks of separation meant
weeks of frustration -- at least for Eva. She half-suspected it wasn't the
same for Mark, whose entertaining of clients meant late nights in music
clubs and titty bars, with plenty of young cuties on the prowl.

The office staff, especially Dee, could tell when Mark had been away for a
while. Eva got just a little bitchy, a bit restless and much more tense.
She didn't exactly bite off heads, but the signs were there.

"Dee, I need the sales summaries for last quarter -- Tom's review is
coming up and he'll want to know about his bonus."

"Already got 'em, boss," Dee smiled, handing her a folder. "One step
ahead as usual."

It was true, Eva thought. Dee often knew what she needed before she did
herself. It was one of the things that made them such a good team.

"So, Eva, can we catch a lunch this week?" Dee knew she could -- after
all, she kept her boss's schedule -- but wanted Eva to have the choice.

"Sure, how about tomorrow? Got a place in mind?"

"Someplace out of the way. Maybe Chinese? I'll get Sammie to cover our
phones. It'll be fun, we haven't done lunch out in a while."

"I know -- it seems like you've been eating on your own a lot lately, and
I've had all these clients, and Mark's out of town..."

"Yeah, on my own. Always something, er, somewhere new to try."

 ======================================================

"What's your secret, Dee?" They were sitting in a back booth at a Szechwan
restaurant a few miles away. "You're always so even, so together. Shit,
some days I want to crawl out of my skin, especially when Mark's been gone
for a while." She got a sheepish look. "I don't suppose that's news to the
people in the office."

Dee smiled. "They might notice you getting a little short, but I don't
think they connect it to your sex life. I hear the guys talk, and they
assume with your looks you're getting it night and day. Though they
wouldn't mind adding to your burden."

"Pffft!" Eva gave a little 'spit take' at that. "Dee, what in the hell are
you talking about? You know I'm faithful to Mark. Besides, I'd never fool
around at work -- that's career suicide. And these days all the men I meet
are clients or co-workers."

"I just mean that guys fantasize, that's all. Hell, you know that, you
play them like a pro, it's second nature to you. But you don't have to let
the tension get to you. There are ways to relieve the pressure."

Eva wasn't comfortable with the turn this was taking. Still, it was just
girls talking, and despite the fact that Dee was her subordinate at work,
Eva thought of her as a friend and peer.

"Oh, Dee, I've tried those buzz toys, but it's not the same. Besides, I'm
a smart and successful woman -- I should be able to get beyond that. I
have a family, a career -- I don't need sex like some 20-year-old. I can
do without when Mark's away."

"Boss, forgive me, but no you can't. Trust me, I know you better than
anyone -- you need to get laid a lot more than you are. It affects your
mental health and mine too. And of course you can't take up with clients
or office mates, so it's a problem finding a man-toy."

Eva thought she'd better shut this down before it went too far. "Dee,
really, I can't believe we're discussing my sex life. Anyway, what would
someone in your shoes know about it? You're happily married and Chuck
doesn't travel, so you can get what you need at home."

Dee paused and peered at Eva, trying to read her. She didn't want to move
too fast. "Uh, honey, it's not all peaches and cream. Sure Chuck's home a
lot. But it's been ten years and you know how it goes, routines set in.
Pretty soon it's spaghetti on Wednesday, sex on Saturday -- except when
there's drunken bowling Friday night. Yeah, I can visit Victoria's Secret,
so can he, but it's still the same cock, same tits and ass, no mystery and
less and less passion."

Dee looked down at her tea. "So I found us a guy."

Eva wasn't sure she'd heard right. "You mean us, like you and Chuck?
Chuck's into guys too, or likes to watch, or -- what am I missing?"

Dee set her gaze intently on Eva's. "I mean us as in you and me." Now it
came out in a rush. "You need some outside loving, hell, I can count the
weeks that Mark's away by the number of times you snap at someone or pace
the hall. So I thought ahead, anticipated your needs. It's what I do, Eva,
and you know I'm good at it."

Eva sat open-mouthed as Dee blitzed on. "See, I knew it couldn't be
someone at the office, because people see things and they talk, and
there's no way it wouldn't get out. But I wanted somebody we were
comfortable with, who wouldn't go nuts, who had something to lose. I found
him, Evie. I worked at it and I found the perfect guy to play with. I've
been seeing him for about a month and it's great. It's even made a
difference at home."

"Denise, what in the fuck are you saying? You're pimping for me? You've
got some guy lined up to haul my ashes, wham bam, better than Prozac for
your bad moods? Are you crazy?"

"Not crazy, just lucky. I went looking for a stud and I found a gem. He's
talented, hot, and married. Best of all, we don't need to use motels or
anything like that. There's no risk, no connections, we're just friends
who like to fuck. I may have hunted him down, Eva, but he's turned me out.
He knows what I need and gives it to me straight, or any other way we can
think of." She quivered a little as her body remembered.

Eva sat back, stunned. "Wow. Wow. Dee, I can't believe what I'm hearing. I
never thought you'd be one for that. And you're right about one thing --
there's no hint of this at the office. I never suspected a thing and I
would have heard."

She was calming down now. "But you say this is for 'us'. Dee, I can't. I
just can't. I guess I appreciate the thought, and I'm happy for you if
you're happy, but whoever this guy is, he would brag, or obsess, or
something else bad would happen. God, what am I saying? I can hear myself
with a salesman's ear -- these aren't reasons, they're objections to be
overcome. I mean, I can't do this because I just can't. I'm married, and
that's that."

Dee pulled out the big gun. "Married? Do you think that stops Mark? Are
you in total denial about these extended road trips? You've heard your own
clients go on about 'out of town rules' and you know what that means. I
did some digging, Evie, and if you want chapter and verse I'll give it to
you, but you have to know he's not saving it for you, so why save it for
him? And I'm telling you, it'll improve the times you do have."

Eva was floored. "You did some digging? How? What did you find out? No,
wait, I don't want to know. You're sure? Oh, god, what a fool I am. I
don't want details, but you have them? There's no mistake?"

"No mistake, he's acting like any man in his situation would. I'm sure he
tells himself it's for the job or for the client's sake, but he's doing it
anyway. If it helps, it's not serious, just sport sex. The same thing I
have, and you can too."

For the first time since this discussion started, Eva began to really
consider what Dee was offering. "Uh, not that I'd do this, but can you say
who this guy is? It'll go no further than this table, but I'm having a
hard time seeing who could fit this bill. Someone we know, but isn't a
client or from the office? Married, but with a place to, ah, meet in?"

"It's Jack, Jack Miller, you know, the systems guy."

"WHAT?" Eva blurted more loudly than she intended, drawing looks from
nearby tables. "You're fucking JACK MILLER? Dee, that's... that's..."

Dee grinned. "It's perfect, isn't it? Everyone knows him, he's around then
he isn't, he has an office in a house a mile away -- wait until you see it
-- and was I right? Sort of hot?"

"Well, not Antonio Banderas hot, but yeah, sexy in a rumpled way, and he's
always a gentleman. No one would think he's the type to screw around."

"I know, and that's why I was amazed when I found out totally by accident
that he was doing Tracy, that last receptionist, for a couple of months
last year. No one had a clue, they still don't. That made him super
discreet in my book, and obviously available for what we needed."

Eva winced again at the 'we'. "Dee, oh boy, it's crazy just to talk about
this. I have too much to lose."

Dee grinned again. "Yeah, but you're getting itchy, aren't you? All this
sex talk has you squirming on your seat. Who knows you better than me?
Look, let's just meet him for a drink after work, and see what you think."

"Whoa, wait, have you discussed this with him? I can't possibly have a
drink with a guy who thinks he's going to get in my pants. Especially
because he won't be, no matter what."

"No," Dee lied, "he wouldn't have a clue."

 ======================================================

I didn't have a clue what Dee was cooking up when she said she'd like to
get together with Eva and a couple of others from the office for a drink
after work.

"You haven't been talking crazy to her about, you know, have you? This is
still just between us, right?"

"Of course not, Jack," Dee lied again, "I just want all of us to have a
little fun together. No pressure, no problem, just a drink."

Well, we know where 'just a drink' can lead with this gal, but with the
others around how bad could it get? Besides, she had my dick in her hand,
stroking and pulling it back to life, and that has a way of making me
agreeable. Hmmm... I'll bet she knows that.

So we ended up at El Perro doing margaritas, and it was as fun as she had
promised. It wasn't hard to play the role of dude-not-fucking-Dee, and for
her part Dee did enough circulating to keep it looking totally innocent.

I tried to be cool, but Dee's mentions of Eva while we were in bed had
rattled me a little and a few times I found myself looking at Eva a little
too hard, holding her gaze a bit long, touching her arm just to see what
it felt like. And it did seem as though Eva, for her part, was more
intimate, had to lean into my ear to make herself heard over the bar
crowd, looked my way from across the room more often than necessary. I
chalked it up to a too-vivid imagination.

And my imagination was definitely in hyperdrive, as I suspect Dee had
wanted. Sometimes when I caught myself staring I was seeing Eva in the
same positions and state of undress that Dee and I just shared. Then I'd
snap out of the daydream and spot Dee fixing me with a grin that meant
nothing to the others, but which told me she knew exactly where my mind
had been. Damn this woman for a witch.

So Dee had her fun and we all got a little toasted. But that wasn't the
end of the story by a long shot. Dee was just getting cranked up.

 ======================================================

"I've got to say, Dee, you're right about being discreet. I looked for
some sign that you two are getting it on and I saw nothing. If anything
you were spending more time with Bill."

"So you couldn't tell that he'd been eating me out just a few hours
earlier, that we'd both come twice at lunch and that I'd...?"

"Dee! Stop that," said Eva with a nervous laugh. "You're awful!"

"Still, you checked him out, didn't you? I saw the sly looks when you
thought no one could see, and I saw you hovering a little closer than you
usually do. Nothing anyone else would notice, but you were, right?"

Eva reddened an bit and looked down. "Shit, Dee, how could I not, knowing
what you two have been up to, and after your tales of wild sex. I guess I
had to see what the big deal was."

"And?"

"Well, he's not disgusting to look at and I think he's smart and funny. He
can obviously keep a secret, and... shit, Dee, I can't believe I'm talking
about this. For god's sake, even if I did want to sleep with him, he's,
well, yours. I couldn't SHARE him with you!"

"Evie, I told you, he's not mine -- he's ours. I found him for us, for you
at first, but I admit I've gone beyond just research," Dee leered. "I'll
keep seeing him even if you don't want to, but don't you get it? I want to
get you laid too, and he's perfect for the job, as I've proven -- many
times. So maybe you have the odd Monday or Wednesday, and I keep Thursday,
or whatever. There's enough for both of us, believe me. But if that's what
it takes, I'll back off and you can have him to yourself."

Eva let out a long sigh. Dee was working her like a pro, countering
objections, pointing out benefits, pressing for a close. Dee must have
been paying attention at the sales meetings, Eva though ruefully. And she
couldn't shake the feeling that it had come down to this: she'd made up
her mind and was just stalling with lame arguments.

"Anyway, Dee, how do you know he'd want to? It isn't a sure thing that
he'd even want another affair."

Dee just laughed. "How many guys have you ever met that you didn't think
would fuck you silly if you bent over the wrong way? Look at you, you're
as pretty and sexy as they come, and you know it. If you wanted to you
could get a blind monk into bed. And Jack's no monk."

Eva sighed again. "Shit. Shit, shit. I cannot think about this, and you
have to stop teasing me. I'm married, I'm no teenaged slut, and I can't
afford to screw up my life for a roll in the hay." Even if I really want
one, she added silently.

"Ok, ok. But we both know you'll be thinking about it. And I'll feel Jack
out a little... no, wait, hold on, I'll feel him out without giving him
any ideas. I'll just get him fantasizing about the women he knows, what
he'd like to do, that kind of thing. I'm sure I won't be the one who
brings up your name."

"God, Dee, this is nuts. You do what you like, I'm out of this."

 ======================================================

Dee was so persistent, in a naked sexy drill sergeant sort of way, that I
finally gave in. Seeing Eva at El Perro had piqued my interest, especially
given Dee's assurance that she could deliver this ideal of pulchritude to
my bed. She'd turned my usual, casual fantasies about women I work with
into something specific about this one woman. For what was on offer was
not the creation of a fantasy, but the fulfillment of one. Well, of many,
to be honest.

"Great! I know we can do it, Jack, I've been working on her for a while
now, and..."

"What!? You said you hadn't talked about us, or this plan or anything. Are
you nuts? What if she blabs to your husband, or my wife? You're loony!"

Luckily Dee isn't easily offended, or maybe she recognized a kernel of
reason in what I was saying. Or maybe she'd already decided to bulldoze
over my blathering -- not a bad decision if so.

"Relax, baby. I know Eva like I know you, and she keeps more confidences
than both of us put together. You couldn't tell when we were at the bar
that she knew about us, could you? And you didn't sense that I'd already
offered her a shot at you, did you?"

I was goggling, I know. My jaw was slack, my eyes were bugged. Goggling.
My lover had just let on that she'd been talking about us to her friend,
even knowing how important it was to keep mum. But mostly I heard 'offered
her a shot at you'. I felt like a piece of meat. Huh. Felt a little funny,
but not all that bad, considering.

"You... you promised!" I sounded like a ten-year-old.

Dee laughed. "You're worrying for nothing. She won't say a thing, and
unless you mention it she'll never give you a sign that she knows. She's
my friend, Jack, a real friend who doesn't judge and doesn't talk. And she
does want to fuck you, she just hasn't said it out loud yet. She gets all
squirmy when I describe how you eat me. I think she locks her office door
and rubs one off."

"Good god, Dee, you don't mean you're giving her a blow-by-blow, sorry, I
mean a running account of what we do? Now I know you're nuts." I grumbled
some more and groused a bit too, but I was outfoxed. I had no choice
anyway, and now the prospect of getting into the luscious Eva had skewed
my sense of perspective. I pictured Dee getting her boss all bothered by
describing one of our fuck sessions. I have to say, it was nice to imagine
that cool and lovely woman masturbating over what her friend and I did.

"So what's the plan? Do I just wait for you to give me the high sign and
whip it out? Don't I have any say in how this goes down?

"Don't be sarcastic, Jack, it doesn't work for you. I'm not exactly sure
how it'll go, but it won't be long. So zip it up for a week or so -- I
want you nice and horny for your first time. Keep your lunch hours open
and we'll play it by ear."

I sighed. I was doomed. But in a nice way.

 ======================================================

"Can you make a lunch today, Eva? I have a new place you need to try."

Eva had been especially on edge during the morning, what with Mark out of
town for three weeks now and Dee's continuing campaign giving her lurid
thoughts at inopportune times -- like in the middle of a strategy meeting
when she swore she heard the client say 'lick your twat' while talking
about packaging.

"Sure, Dee, just let me make a few calls. What is this place -- Thai?"

"Uh, French, I think. And Greek. I'll drive, meet me in the lot."

Eva gave her a puzzled look but said nothing.

Dee made the now-familiar set of turns that led to my office. "I know
you'll like this place, Eva, you just have to get used to something new.
It's right here in this house. Intimate and friendly. I'll park in back."

It's a mark of Dee's guile that they made it all the way to the door
before Eva caught on. "Damn you, Dee, what the fuck are you thinking! I've
told you and told you it's not for me. Let's get back in the car and..."

She was startled to silence by the sound of the door opening. I don't know
who was more surprised, probably me because Eva had figured it out and I
was just now learning that I was today's special.

"Uh, hello Dee. Hi, Eva. What are... I mean, come on in, there are some
sandwiches in the kitchen." I stopped talking rather than blather inanely,
a course I should probably take more often.

"Maybe later, Jack. Come on, Eva," she said, tugging her reluctant friend
into the foyer and closing the door. "You know what's what, don't be shy."

Eva was nonplussed and blushing like a schoolgirl. It was an attractive
pose, even more so because it wasn't a pose -- she really was as hesitant
and conflicted as she seemed. I knew her as a confident and capable sales
manager, but here in my office she could have been a 14-year-old at her
first mixed party. I did what I could to put her at ease.

"Anyone for a drink? Eva, I have wine, lemonade, martini if you like."

She didn't meet my eyes. "No, I mean, no thanks, we were just leaving, we
can't stay. I can't be here. This is not -- I can't be here."

Dee was uncharacteristically silent, I suspect knowing that anything she
said would just give Eva a chance to argue. So it was up to me. I'd gotten
over my surprise and now I was eager to see how far we could take this.

"Well, I'll be having some lemonade and Dee, Merlot for you?" She nodded,
and I again asked Eva what she'd like.

"Oh, damn, Merlot I guess. This is nuts." But she didn't turn to leave,
instead she plopped on the sofa across from Dee. I brought the drinks and
we sipped in silence for a bit.

After a minute Dee tossed back her wine and stood. "Well, you two have a
lot to talk about, so I'll slip out the back. I'll see you in a few, Eva."

Eva got a panicked look and started to rise. "Wait, Dee, we'll both go.
This was a bad idea, I can't..." But Dee was already out of the room, and
soon we heard the back door slam.

We were both quiet for a minute until I tentatively observed, "That Dee,
what a piece of work. Has she been pestering you as much as she has me?"

Eva nodded and smiled. "Yeah, she can be a real bugger when she wants
something." She took a beat and looked up, some of her natural confidence
returning. "Look, Jack, this is all pretty crazy. Dee's halfway convinced
me that I need more than I'm getting at home, and maybe she's right. But
it's not fair to put you in this position and I feel awful about you
getting the wrong idea."

"Heh, I know what you mean, I feel like I'm on a blind date. It sure is
awkward, and I promise nothing happens unless you want it to. But as long
as you're here, want to see the place?"

She got the same tour I'd given Dee that first night. When we got to the
bedroom she hesitated and said, "So is this where, ummm, Dee has told me
so many -- sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I can't help picturing..."

"You can't help imagining Dee spread out naked on the bed? Or the two of
us 'going at it', or what? Something specific Dee told you?"

I took her hand and turned her to face me. Damn she was gorgeous. "You
don't need to be coy, Eva. You wouldn't still be here if some part of you
didn't want to take this to another level. And I'll be honest, you've
always turned me on, with your slim body and your great looks. I'd be
a fool not to want to have you there," I nodded at the bed, "and to share
some sweet love with you."

She shuddered again, but didn't pull her hand away. "God, Jack, I feel, I
don't know, so weird knowing that Dee set us both up and thinks she knows
exactly what we're doing right now. Jack, you're a nice guy and who
knows, maybe under other circumsta..."

She couldn't continue because I'd covered her mouth with mine. Startled at
first, she soon relaxed and got into the kiss. When her lips parted and
our tongues mingled I knew, we both knew, that Dee was going to have her
way after all.

We continued making out like teenagers for several minutes, our tongues
growing more eager and our gropings more intimate. I had my arms around
her, stroking and caressing her back, occasionally dipping to cup her
slender ass cheeks, pulling her closer to my raging erection.

Eventually we separated, at least our upper bodies, as she leaned back in
my arms. "Oh, Jack, oh god I didn't know how much I needed this," Eva
groaned. "I don't care how it happened, I don't care who set us up. I just
need to feel you touching me, feel this against me." Her hand moved down
to where we were pressed together and slid along the length of my member.
"I need you, Jack. I need this. Let's not waste any more time."

In a flash the confident, sexy woman I knew had reasserted herself. She
led me by the hand to the edge of the bed and started unbuckling my belt.
She was wearing a dress today, something flowing and peasant-ish, and it
took some effort to get it undone. Once I did I took the opportunity to
rotate my palms against her small, hard breasts, teasing the nipples
through her silky bra.

Talk about teamwork -- I have no idea who took what off whom, all I know
is that we were naked and I was caressing her sides, cupping her tits and
running my hands down to her lightly furred pubes. Her pussy was a swamp,
hot and wet and straining against my cock, seeking the hardness that
complemented its softness.

The tip of my cock slid down across her clit and found her entrance. When
I slipped inside she screamed, really screamed as an orgasm took her over
instantly and completely. I have never, I mean never, seen a woman come
like that, with no foreplay and no warning, just one push, not even a
push, and off she goes. Guys, yeah, we do that all the time, but I expect
better from a girl. Hah.

Eva fell back and I followed her down to the bed, not wanting to slip out
of the lovely home my cock had found. Oh fuck was she tight and hot.

She was on her back as I started the oldest motion in the world. I leaned
in to kiss and suck those delicious little tits, the nipples like diamond
as ripples of desire coursed through her while I seesawed in, and out, and
back, and forth, and then it was my turn to go off too soon. I spewed what
felt like a pint into her lovely pussy, causing her eyes to widen as she
surrendered to another orgasm. Damn, I'm good. Or something.

And still I stayed hard, and still we rocked the bed, less frantically now
as the crazy fuck was out of the way. We kissed, I nuzzled her breasts,
she grabbed my ass to urge me deeper, I clasped hers and teased her tender
brown bud. We managed to last a good ten minutes before the urge built to
a fever pitch and this time we got there together, howling like monkeys as
our muscles strained, reaching for that last full measure of lust and
satiety. I collapsed to the side, panting, and turned to look at this
wonderful woman.

Her eyes were closed and she wore what I can only call a well-fucked
smile. I tucked her close and she nestled in, sighing contentedly and
muttering little nothings. Post-coital bliss had never seemed so real as
it did right then. We were adrift on a drowsy sea of fulfillment, two
people with one memory.

So, time for fill-in-the-blank. The thing most likely to ruin a good
after-sex glow is: __________. What, a fart? A tornado? A husband?

Did someone say applause? From the bedroom doorway came a desultory
clapping and hoots of, well, hooting. I don't suppose I need to say that
it was Dee. That tricky little minx had never left -- the old 'slam the
door' ruse, hoary as it was, had fooled us just fine.

"Hoo, boy, when you two break through you really break through! That was
some high-class humping. Hope you saved some for me, Jack. I never watched
two people fuck before, that was awesome. But it sure has got me horny."

Startled out of our wits, both Eva and I grabbed at the sheets to provide
some modesty. No thought, just reflex, because on reflection there was
nothing Dee hadn't just seen, both in motion and at rest. And at this
point it didn't seem any odder that Dee wasn't wearing a stitch.

"DEE! GODDAMN YOU DEE!" Eva yelled, snapping from seriously pleased to
seriously pissed in about a nanosecond. "What the FUCK are you doing!"

Dee started laughing, really truly falling about laughing, and for a
minute it was infectious enough to defuse Eva's fury. The insanity of the
situation, the sheer ridiculousness, hit me then and I slumped back in
submission. I knew how Dee was, I shouldn't have been surprised that
there'd been more to her agenda than she'd let on to either of us.

Eva continued to curse and flail as Dee approached making mollifying
noises. "What did I tell you, boss? Isn't he just what the doctor ordered?
I can tell you liked it, hell, who wouldn't, he sure had your motor going,
didn't he? And no wonder, check out this cock, I'll bet you didn't even
look at it you were so hot to get it in you."

Dee had pulled back half of the sheet and was hefting, then pulling and
stroking me as she sometimes does when she thinks there's some she hasn't
gotten. Eva was looking askance with a mix of horror and fascination, the
way you might watch a charmed cobra, as Dee lowered her head.

"God, look at the whipped cream you guys made. I wonder if Eva tastes any
different from me." And with that Dee sucked my stiffening cock into her
mouth, jacking the slippery shaft and slurping the effluvia that coated
it. In spite of the surprise and embarrassment my dick responded with no
hesitation and no shame.

As Dee continued to mumble smut around my cock, I caught Eva's eye and
gave her a 'whatta ya gonna do' eye roll. She was still in shock, and
still incensed, but the utter depravity of this scene had quieted her
curses, and her gaze shifted to what Dee was doing to my uh, privates.

I reached out to comfort Eva with caresses of her flank and breasts. She
twitched but didn't retreat, so I ventured further, probing her still-
slick pussy to find and tease her hard little nub. I slipped down the bed
until I was fully on my back, Dee never missing a stroke, and prodded Eva
to squat over me. To my delight she got the idea and seemed to like it,
because she swung a leg over my head, positioned herself with her back to
Dee and settled onto my lips with something between a sigh and a groan.

Looking back objectively I realize that before that knock on the door this
morning I never would have imagined this scene, and never ever with two
such lovely women. I'm just not that much of a stud, and certainly not
that lucky. But that's now -- at the time, it seemed my right and my due.
I was King Cock, and my chickens were horny.

I would have shot off by now but my attention had been diverted from the
sensations that Dee's oral talents were inducing in my cock and tightening
balls, by the sight, smell and taste of a needy pussy hovering over me.

I tried to keep my tongue moving on Eva's clit, but she squirmed so much I
couldn't keep focus. She knew what she needed and soon started gyrating on
my face like it was a saddle, always keeping intimate contact. I'd never
thought of my nose as a sex organ, but Eva had made it one as she pressed
her nubbin to it and rocked on my chin. I slid my hands up her sides as
she rode, tweaking the nipples at the top and scratching lightly along her
rib cage to give her some extra zings.

Meanwhile, Dee had popped me out of her mouth and sank her sweet, tight
pussy onto my cock with a satisfied moan. At this point I had nothing to
do except be there, a living and (barely) breathing dildo for these two
friends. Soon Dee was as lost in sensation as Eva, and their motions had
nearly synchronized.

Since she was facing Eva's back, Dee reached forward and replaced my hands
on Eva's tits with her own. I'm not sure Eva noticed or even cared, she
was way out of it as Dee pulled and tweaked her lovely handfuls.

Now that my hands were free I reached between Eva's cheeks to smear some
of our juices around her asshole. Eva sort of barked as I inserted a
tentative fingertip, but didn't stop rocking. Soon I had an entire digit
in her and began fucking it in and out, picking up more juice as I went.
This put Eva over the edge and she gave a guttural cry as she froze in
mid-motion with her sensitive clit on my tongue. One little flick and she
popped like a balloon, clutching my ears with her thighs and babbling an
incoherent mix of fucks and shits and sounds no language could claim.

Eva fell off and passed out, leaving one leg across me. Dee continued
fucking as I gulped air like a pearl diver, and when she reached her peak
the rippling of her inner muscles took me over the top too. I had nothing
left to squirt -- it was the penis equivalent of the dry heaves. But all
the right sensations were there, and you know I ain't be complainin'.

I was stunned to see the time. It had been less than an hour since these
two had come knocking. How was that possible? I'd visited another galaxy
and returned to earth, right? I guess whoever said time flies when you're
having fun wasn't thinking about this kind of fun.

Dee settled forward to hug me as I softened and slipped out. She gave a
small murmur of complaint as she felt the emptiness return. What a crazy
woman. Crazy maybe, but crafty enough to pull off exactly what she wanted
in the face of reluctance and reason on the part of her targets. My hat
was off to her. Pants, too.

Eva stirred as if awakening from a dream. But all this had been real. As
she roused fully she saw first Dee, then me, gazing at her with fondness
and contentment. She was long past modesty now as she lay spread out, her
pubes matted with the remnants of our combined juices and saliva, her
asshole slightly red and dilated, her tits puffy from all the attention.
She was still gorgeous, even in this state. Especially in this state.

"That," she said softly, "was fucking incredible. If I live to ninety I
don't think I'll feel this thoroughly screwed again. Dee, you have been a
very bad girl. And Jack -- what can I say, you're everything she said.
Yes, I know I was primed for it, but still, wow." She blew a puff of air
from her lips as she ran out of gas.

I assured her that the pleasure was mine, that if I was anything it was
because of her, and the situation Dee had placed us in. "And, you, little
lady," I turned to Dee, "you are in for a big-time bare-ass spanking."

"Oh, goody," Dee clapped her hands. "But not now, OK? We've got to shower.
Eva, you've got a two o'clock with Branson and a three-thirty with the
staff. C'mon, boss, can't keep a client waiting." She bounced out of bed
and headed for the bath.

Eva and I burst out laughing, shaking our heads in rueful disbelief. I
leaned over to give her a pussy-flavored kiss and whispered that she was
the most beautiful and amazing woman I'd ever made love with. I wanted to
see more of her, but understood if she had reservations.

"Oh, Jack, I don't know what'll happen, but I know this can't just end
here. I need more of this," she stroked my cock gently, "and the rest of
you, soon. Maybe next time we can try it alone," she grinned.

"I heard that!" came a cry from the bathroom. "We'll see -- I have a few
ideas of my own, you know."

Boy did we know.

"Now how about you two get in here and soap my back. Or Jack, maybe you
want the front?"

Holy shit, a monster was loose! Eva and I looked at each other and just
shrugged and smiled. I took her hand and we rose from the scene of our
great pleasure, walking naked to join the woman who had made it happen. If
recent events were any guide, I had a feeling Eva might be a bit late for
her two o'clock.


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