Chapter 2
Dorothy Carswell was the Office Manager for Metrodynamics Television. About forty years old, a neat dresser, an immaculate hairdo, she radiated a great deal of sex in spite of a rather obvious attempt on her part to suppress her femininity.
While the other males in the Home Office of Metrodynamics were pretty sure she was a hot little number, only one man knew for sure. John Bigelow!
Watching her trim form now as she swayed down the aisleway between the desks, walking away from his office, John thought once again that Metrodynamics motto, "Do business only with an old, reliable firm!" really applied to her. She was, without a doubt, one of the most talented broads in the sack he had ever had before. Only, in this case, it was always her sack, and a nice sack it was indeed. Dorothy's apartment was, in reality, a penthouse atop a twenty-story apartment complex overlooking Golden Gate Bridge, the Bay, and Alcatraz. It cost her $650 a month. Exactly who paid the rent remained a mystery, but John knew her benefactor was always there on Friday, Monday and Wednesday evenings. That really had been a simple deduction. Dorothy liked John in bed, but it was a "no-no" on those nights. Too, he had called one Monday evening on some pretext or the other, and Dorothy had been extremely short with him on the telephone. The following day she would hardly speak to him... but that night she softened enough to let him make love to her.
Everything about her yelled out "class," everything from the concert grand piano, which she played exceedingly well, to the original little Utrillo canvases on the front room walls and the delightfully feminine bedroom.
John had been calling at her apartment after work and on an occasional weekend for the last six months. She was an incredibly dexterous sexual athlete, and with her, anything went. Anything at all, much to John's delight. She was an accomplished fellatrix, and when she took his heated cock into the oval of her cool soft mouth, it was, in itself, enough to put him in orbit. John, on the other hand, had never gone down on her. lie had thought about it several times, had even made a half-hearted attempt once, but Dorothy, apparently sensing his uncertainty, had pulled his head away from her navel and said soothingly, "No, cheri. Not until you really want to. It must be done from the heart. It must be a gift... a little tribute. Only then is it exquisite."
In other ways, though, Dorothy had made her wants known. She liked to be practically raped some nights, with no time being taken to build her up or lubricate her. It was obviously painful to her when his hot, hard prick slammed into the dry caverns of her cunt, but still she screamed out her masochistic enjoyment. And, there were nights when she made no pretense of hiding her desire to be sodomized by him. The first time he had realized what she wanted, John had been so excited by the lewd prospect that he had reached a climax before he had been able to cram his prick all the way into her clenching, unclenching, hot little asshole. Dorothy had not hidden her displeasure or disappointment, but youth had been on his side, and his powerful erection had arisen again within a minute or two; this time she had no cause for complaint, reaching such a powerful orgasm that she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Watching her now disappear into her own office at the other end of the section, John sought to sort out his own feelings about her. Christ, he was inflicted with a deep sense of guilt so far as Sue was concerned. His conscience, he freely admitted, was causing certain problems. He felt so damned guilty about Dorothy that he found himself almost staying away from Sue-in order to punish himself for his infidelity. Two or three times he had thought briefly about breaking off his affair with the older woman, but that was impossible and he knew it. He wanted her; she excited him... excited him by her salacious behavior and demands. He was fully aware that Dorothy was waiting him out so far as cunnilingus was concerned; she wanted him down there gobbling it, but to date he hadn't done it... not because it was distasteful to him, but simply because he didn't feel right about paying this type of homage to a woman he didn't love, when he had never done it to a wife whom he loved deeply.
Sue, though, he was pretty sure, would be revolted by this type of perverted behavior. He almost laughed aloud as he thought about it. Sue with his cock in her mouth! Good God! She was so naive about things like that. She'd die of embarrassment if he made any suggestion or even hinted that he wanted her to do that to him, or that he wanted to kiss her vagina. As far as anal intercourse was concerned... why, Sue would be so shocked that she'd have him locked up as a sick, demented, perverted old man.
His train of thought was abruptly sidetracked as George Conklin, the Executive Vice President, came in shaking the rain off his London Fog jacket. "Good morning, George," John said cheerfully. "Don't tell me it's raining outside."
"Humph! A good Sales Manager would be out there in this downpour beating the bushes for new business instead of sitting on his ass and relying on past glories," George came back. It was a familiar, friendly banter between the two men who respected each other's abilities. John knew he had no cause to alibi or apologize for the current sales figures; this last quarter had been the best in the history of the company, and most of the increase could be traced directly to John's new marketing and training concept.
Now George Conklin was standing in front of his desk, a pleased but secretive smile on his face. He laid his wet raincoat in a maroon leather chair and rubbed his hands briskly. "Well, I've just come back from J.J.'s office."
"Oh?"
Now George's grin split his lips and his eyes crinkled. "He's very pleased with you. As a matter of fact, he's already talking about big things in store for you."
John felt a rush of sudden pride shoot through him. This was good news. J.J. Thompins, the legendary fifty-year-old head of Metrodynamics, was not one to lavish praise on his subordinates. All John could say in response to the message was, "Thank you."
"Yes... Well you might want to thank old J.J. himself... by an inter-office memo, of course. There's one other thing; he's so pleased with your work that he wanted me to give you these." George threw an envelope across the desk and then stood there, still grinning, waiting for the younger man to open the packet.
John used the letter opener to slit the envelope, then head cocked uncertainly to one side, removed the contents. "Airline tickets?" he asked, puzzled.
"Yes. And paid hotel accommodations for you and Sue... at Sun Valley."
"Why... why... I'm overwhelmed."
"Don't be, my boy. You've earned it. And if J.J. hadn't given them to you, I would have done something for you out of my special account. I must confess though that I was somewhat surprised by his generosity."
John stared down at the tickets; they called for a Friday departure and a return in ten days. He swallowed. Aside from rather rapid promotions from salesman to Regional Manager to Marketing Services Manager to Sales Manager, this really was the first solid indication of approval from the company. "That is very generous," he agreed. "But... George, I don't know if I can leave on Friday. I have to conduct the interviews for our new Marketing Services Manager."
"Let Dorothy run the preliminary interviews. She can select half a dozen final candidates or likely prospects, and you can wrap it up when you get back."
"Well... if you're sure... "
"I'm sure. And besides, it's practically a direct command from J.J."
"Okay." John grinned and stood, unable to contain his excitement. "Sun Valley. Oh, wow! I haven't had a chance to do any skiing for almost two years."
"Good. Go and enjoy yourself, and your wife."
George picked up his raincoat and set out for his office in the executive wing. John stood there for a moment, reading the ticket information over and over again. It was really fantastic. This was a true paid vacation-it wouldn't count against his regular vacation time... it was just a little something extra. Then he thought of Sue. She would be excited about it, just as excited as he was. She loved to go places, and she had a figure that was stunningly incomparable in ski clothes. She would be a smash, a knockout. And she'd love every minute of it. Maybe... just maybe, he thought mournfully and with the sting of conscience biting him again, we can recapture something of what we had before I got involved with Dorothy, He slipped the tickets into his inside coat pocket and went down the hall to Dorothy's office. Mandy, her receptionist, nodded pleasantly at him.
"Is Miss Carswell with anyone?" he asked.
"No, sir. I'll tell her you're here." She pushed down the intercom button and announced, "Mr. Bigelow would like to see you."
Dorothy's voice came back through the box, "Send him in, please."
John walked in and closed the door behind him. He stood there, back pressed against the door, glancing boldly at her and feeling the dull excitement beginning in his loins. His prick stirred in its slumber. His expression, he knew, was lewd with his thoughts mirrored on his face.
"Down... boy," she crooned, smiling companionably at him.
"God... you really turn me on."
"That's good."
He growled playfully, "Do you know what I would like to do right now?"
"Yes, darling... and you can just forget about it. You know the old rules. No playing kitchy-koo during office hours, or the Office Manager will fire you."
"But you're the Office Manager."
"Yes. Still goes. Well, now. What brings you to me on the run so soon after I left you."
"I've just heard from J.J. He likes the last quarter's report and he's sending me to Sun Valley. All expenses paid-for ten days."
She smiled, "Yes, I know. Congratulations."
"I'm supposed to leave Friday. Can you handle the preliminary interviews on the new marketing services man?"
"Of course. I'll be happy to."
"I wish... well... I wish, almost, that you were coming too."
"That would be cozy," she purred. "Me lying on your right side, Sue on the left."
He blushed, stammered, then said, "You know what I mean." Why is it she could always make him feel like a small boy caught with his hands in the cookie jar?
Dorothy was toying with a pencil; there was a strange look on her face, "strange" in that it was one of uncertainty, and John had never seen her uncertain of anything before. Finally, without looking at him, she said, "That wouldn't be bad, you know. Me on your right side, Sue on the left... and next to her... a friend of mine."
The shock showed on his face. Then it faded to be replaced by anger. "That's going a little far with your fun and games."
There was genuine puzzlement in her voice when she asked, "What's so different between you and me... and Sue and another man?"
"Swapping." He spat out the word contemptuously.
"Yes... four people feeling something- participating in something. Double the number, double the pleasure and excitement."
He had to watch his words now. He didn't want to anger or offend her, even though he was revolted by the mere thought of his wife participating in such a crazy thing. "Sue would never go for it."
"How do you know unless you ask her?"
"You're out of your mind."
She shrugged. "Drop it then."
Watching her breasts rise and fall beneath the silk knit dress, John felt the urgency and need for her come stealing back into his loins. "Will I see you tonight?" he asked.
She shook her head.
He knew better than to question her or ask why. "Then Thursday evening?"
"Sorry, friend. No more. Kaput."
"What do you mean?" he blurted out, disbelief and the beginning of outraged protest in his voice.
Dorothy looked genuinely sorry when she said, "No more. You know I have a lover, a man who keeps me in... the apartment."
"Yes."
"Well... he says I mustn't see you any more."
John was stunned and, for a moment, a bit enlightened. He didn't want his affair with Dorothy to be public knowledge. "You mean he knows about me?"
She nodded, amused.
"Why in hell did you tell him?" Now the outrage was unmistakable.
"Cheri...
he's known all along. You know the word 'usufruct'?" He shook his head and she continued, "It's an old legal phrase meaning the right to enjoy and use the property of others just so long as you don't harm the property and the property benefits by your use of it. He merely felt that you were being usufructural. But now he feels perhaps you might do something to return the favor. He'd like the same privileges with Sue. He would be very beneficial to her; you know, he's an extremely talented man in bed."
For a moment John thought the room was revolving around him. This was the most insane thing he had ever known. "Never a chance... not one. Sue is my wife, and I resent the implication that she would do anything like that. She's decent."
"And I'm not, cheri?" The reproach was unmistakable.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," John snapped, closing his eyes as though he wanted to blot out the scene.
Dorothy's low laughter came across the room. "Goodbye, cheri. Have fun at Sun Valley."
"Dorothy... look, I... I... Oh shit! Forget it!" He yanked open the door and walked rapidly and angrily back to his own office where he closed the door behind him.
"Shit... shit... SHIT!" he yelled, and slammed his fist down onto the desk, scattering papers all over the floor. What possessed the woman to tell her lover that he had been visiting her? She must have been out of her mind! She had always seemed so close-mouthed, and yet-if her boy friend knew about him that first night-the cum wouldn't have had time to dry on the Japanese silk sheets before she was spilling her guts to old man about new lover. As for the guy who was paying rent on her apartment: a dirty old man, undoubtedly! And as for Sue? Sue would die of mortification if she ever suspected a "swap" proposition had been made. He might not know much, but he did know his wife.
Sue. Lovely, innocent Sue. Abruptly he realized he hadn't told her about Sun Valley.
Feeling a combination of guilt, excitement, and the remnants of outrage, he dialed his home. It wasn't until his finger was in the last digit hole that he suddenly stiffened as he thought about something. Dorothy hadn't seemed surprised that he was going to Sun Valley; indeed, her manner and the way she received the news indicated that she had known about it all along.
And yet... George Conklin had been surprised. Only a person very close to J.J. would have known...
"Good God... " he said softly, as the implication began to trickle down into his brain.
So stunned and frightened was he by the possible repercussions of his involvement, that Sue had to answer "hello" at least three times before she got his attention.