Chapter 7
Mark Roberts was beginning to think that he was in over his head. Terri had been increasing her demands on him in regards to the case. At first she had suggested an equal solution, one that wouldn't affect either of them. But now she was hedging for concessions to her husband.
He sighed as he heard the phone ring on his desk.
"Hello, Terri," he said as soon as he picked up.
"Hello, yourself," came her familiar voice. "Don't forget our lunch date this afternoon:" That was a habit of hers that was starting to annoy him. She seemed to have an insecurity regarding other people's reliability. Each time, they would make a date. Each time, she would call to confirm the date.
He grinned ruefully, then leaned back in his desk chair.
"How could I forget something like that? I've got to talk to you, anyway. I had a meeting with the tenants-"
"Oh, please don't talk shop over the phone," she said brightly. "We can discuss all of that in the tub."
"Okay, then. Should I pick you up in your office?"
"Fine. If I'm not in, just wait. I'll only be about fifteen minutes."
"Okay. I'll see you then."
He jammed down the receiver and turned his attention back to his work. Around one, he slid out of his chair and ducked out of the office.
A young girl answered his knock on the door to Terri's office. She smiled lustily as he stepped in.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Mark Roberts. Is Ms. Thompson in?"
"No, she'll be right back," smiled Lisa. She went about her work of clearing out her desk.
Mark watched her, his lusts rising as he stared at the outline of her ass against the unusually tight fabric of her slacks.
"You look like you're packing up to leave," he said, intending the comment as a joke.
She surprised him by turning around and scowling darkly.
'That is exactly what I'm doing," she snarled angrily.
He stepped back, an abashed look crossing his face.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he said softly. "I was just kidding, and-"
"Well, I'm not. Mrs. Thompson fired me."
"Why? A smart girl like you-"
"How do you know what I am?" she snapped. She kept her back to him, so that he wouldn't see the sly grin that had escaped and was crossing her lips.
"You look smart, and beautiful as hell," he said.
"You know, you have one hell of a nerve," she said, making herself as fierce-sounding as she could.
"I sure do," he chuckled. "Bet you thought I was coming on to you, didn't you?"
"I wouldn't call it serving me a subpoena, mouthpiece," she said.
"Neither would I. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
It took all his strength to hide his surprise at her answer. He could hear his facial muscles screaming as he strained to retain his casual expression.
"I'd love to," she smiled brightly.
The door opened with a loud click, and she rapidly turned back to her work. Terri ignored her presence completely.
"Are you ready, Mark," she said sweetly.
"All set," he chuckled.
They walked quickly out of the office and into a nearby restaurant.
Mark plunked down his briefcase on the table and flipped open the lid. He pulled out a sheaf of papers.
Terri raised her hand and grinned.
"Whoa! No business until after we eat. Please!"
Mark wondered what it was about her that could shut him up so easily as he replaced the papers in his briefcase. He smiled ruefully as the waiter stepped over and took their order.
They ate quickly, and went to Mark's friend's apartment again.
Ben Thompson couldn't help feeling a bit nervous as he sat down across the table from Wendy Roberts. He felt himself become erect the minute he saw her. And the three opened buttons on her blouse weren't helping him in the least.
"Let's eat first," said Wendy. "Then we can go up to my apartment."
There was a soft, sultry tone to her voice that made Ben's hardened prick push painfully against the crotch of his slacks.
He forced down the lunch, and had to remind himself to act casual as he and Wendy left the restaurant.
"Wow, this is a nice place you've got here," he murmured, staring around at Sheilia's well-furnished home.
"Oh, I like a nice, quiet environment," chirped Wendy. "It's a lot more pleasant that way. Why don't you sit over there?"
She pointed to the couch. Ben plunked himself down on the soft seat, and she darted out of the room.
She ducked quickly into the bathroom and shut the door tightly behind her. She threw the waist of her skirt up over her stomach, and quickly jerked her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of the undergarment and hung them in plain sight over a towel rack.
She ducked back into the living room.
"Would you like something to drink?" she purred.
"Uh, yeah, that would be nice," said Ben. "Bourbon, please."
She brought the drinks over to a coffee table and sat down next to him on the couch. She parted her knees, and let her legs drop open under the waist of her skirt. " Ben cleared his throat. "So. What would you like to know-"
"I'd like to know what you do with your wife," Wendy purred. "My husband tells me he has the best times with her."
He sat up straight, jerking his ass to the edge of the couch. He looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion and shock.
"Wha, what are you talking about?" he said, half-whispering.
"Oh, don't you know?" Wendy sounded genuinely surprised. Which she wasn't.
"I, I, I," Ben stammered.
"I thought you and Terri had an open relationship," she said.
"Hah, how did you know my wife's name?"
"Mark told me. They have lots of fun at lunch. Water stuff. I'd like to try it, myself."
"But, but he's your husband. Don't, don't you mind?"
"No, silly. I told you, we're having an open relationship. We think it's perfectly natural for each of us to have sex with other people."
She acted surprised that he didn't know that. She glanced at his crotch and saw a hard bulge growing out of the fabric of the crotch of his slacks.
She reached for her drink, and accidently-on-purpose knocked over her glass.
"Ooops!" she cried out, and swiftly stood up. She tossed her hips as she bent over to retreive the glass. The motion made the waist of her skirt ride up away from the backs of her bare thighs.
He got a really first-class look at her bare ass. He inhaled sharply. She turned, and grinned at him.
"You okay? You sounded like you were choking."
"Huh? Oh, no, I, I was just clearing my throat." His voice quavered as he spoke.
"Good. I don't want anyone choking on me." she chortled, settling herself back down on the couch.
He took a deep swig off his drink. The alcohol rose up quickly him, and filled him with a warm, lazy lust.
She felt her own lusts rising as she drank. It was more the excitement, the newness of the situation that was turning her on. But turned on she was.
Thompson was having a lot of trouble digesting the news of his wife's affair with Wendy's husband. He decided to change the subject.
"So. What can I tell you about real estate?" he asked.
"Nothing," she murmured. "I don't give a good shit about real estate."
"I don't understand, then. Why did you call me up here?"
"What did I just tell you?"
"You mean about my wife and your-oh."
"You do have- the rest of the afternoon, don't you?" she purred. Her voice was now one soft, sultry whisper.
"Yes, why, sure," he said slowly. "You, you want to-"
"Yeah!" She stood up and stepped quickly away from the couch as she spoke.
"I, I don't understand. We, we just met, and-"
"And what better way to get acquainted? , Hey, when was the last time a naked girl gave you a blowjob?"
"A who gave what?"
She answered him by running her fingers down the front of her blouse, quickly unbuttoning the white cotton garment. She pulled it aside, then shrugged it off her shoulders.
"Watch closely," she purred.
She reached behind her back and quickly unclasped her bra. Her small globes of breasts popped forth as she jerked the undergarment away from her torso.
His eyes were filled with her naked flesh. She reached behind her again, and quickly unzipped her skirt. She let it drop to her ankles.
He gasped loudly at the sight of her pussy. Her pussy hairs barely covered the luscious, sexy flesh. She stepped out of the skirt, kicking off her shoes at the same time.
She dropped down to a low crouch before him, planting her hands firmly on his knees. "Spread," she purred, tugging at his knees.
He parted his thighs, his eyes filled with sex and wonder. She slid between his legs, and shot her hands into his crotch, She squeezed the hard bulge formed by his erecting cock, then deftly unbuckled his belt.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Raise your aass," she replied, pulling open the top of his slacks. He lifted his ass, and she dragged the garment down to his knees. She leaned forward and planted a hard kiss on the bulge growing out of the fabric of his slacks. He plunked himself back down.
"Up again," she chirped.
He lifted his ass. She hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs, and dragged them down. His prick sprang up, fully erect.
"Oh! What a delicious-looking cock!" she breathed.
She curled her fingers tightly around the base of the shaft and stuck out her tongue. Cooing, she licked off a tiny drop of come that had formed from the slit in the head. She opened her mouth wide, and slowly took the shaft in between her young, sensual lips.
He gasped, and thrust his hips forward. She closed her hps tightly over the taut male flesh and began to suck hard. His loud, passionate groans filled the room as she laid the flat of her tongue against the long vein running the length of the underside of the shaft.
His prick began to jerk violently inside her mouth. Hot gobs of semen splashed against the roof of her mouth. She jerked her head back and swallowed down his come, grinning.
"Now," she said, rising to her feet. 'Tell me about water."
He raised a hand, panting from the massive orgasm her mouth had given him.
"All right," he gasped loudly. "First, let's get into the tub."
She darted out of the room. A moment later he heard water rushing into the bathtub. He stepped out of his crumpled-up slacks, and followed her into the bathroom.
"Hi," she purred. "Aren't you going to take off the rest of your clothes? You look ridiculous, standing there with your shirt and tie on and your cock hanging out."
"Yeah," he chuckled, staring at his comical reflection in a full-length mirror.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt. She bent over the tub. The cheeks of her naked ass spread, and made his cock spring right back up erect. She climbed into the tub, and leaned her back against the wet, enameled rear wall.
Ben climbed in.
"Ouch, the' water's too hot," he gasped, feeling the skin of his legs sting.
"Oh, I'm sure you can stand it," she purred. "Come on."
Ben lowered himself slowly. The head of his erect cock touched the water, and he shot up to his feet with a yowl.
"I'll help you," she purred. She reached out a wet, bare arm and seized the shaft of his cock.
He sat down, her fingers shielding the sensitive skin from the heat of the bathwater.
"Think you'll be okay?" she purred. She jerked her hand away.
Thompson twisted his features into a comical grimace. "Oooh, ouch," he said, laughing.
She slid back, throwing a leg over the edge of the tub. She raised her other leg and planted a foot against the tiled bathroom wall.
"If it stings you, you can put it in here," she purred.
He seized the base of the shaft of his cock and slid the head into her pussy slit. She gasped and slid forward. The shaft rode in between the tight, wet pussy walls.
"This is going to be a bit difficult," he said, grunting. He curled his legs around her bare waist and pushed himself forward. His cock head slammed into the rear wall of her twat.
"You've got it," she grunted passionately.
She slowly draped her legs over his shoulders and sank down so that only her head and neck remained above the surface of the bathwater. He reached forward and seized her small mounds of breasts.
He slowly drew his fingers over them. They nestled neatly in his palms, two white balls of sexual softness. Her hardened nipples dug into the wet skin of his impassioned palms.
He jerked his cock back and forth. He let one hand slip under the water, and trail down to her blond pussy pelt. He groped for the wrinkled flesh atop her submerged vagina.
She leaned her head back and groaned loudly as he fingered her hardened clit. Her body began to tremble, and the walls of her cunt closed around his invading prick.
He jerked his hand away. His prick began to jerk inside her, then shoot forth hot gobs of semen. The tiny white flecks rose gracefully to the surface of the water as he withdrew his cock.
She slowly pulled herself up. The bathwater cascaded off her naked breasts and ran in smooth streams down the white, bare plane of her stomach.
"Oh, that was great!" she said.
She gripped the edges of the tub and pulled herself to her feet. She started to climb out of the tub.
"Hey," gasped Ben, his breathing still labored, "where are you going?"
"Take a piss," she murmured.
"Wait."
She turned, and looked at him with surprise. One sensuous limb was about to step over the edge of the tub.
"Wait? What for?"
Thompson spoke carefully, unsure of her reaction.
"Piss is part of water stuff," he said quietly.
To his surprise, she grinned broadly and jammed her leg back into the tub.
"I thought there was more to it than this," she said. "I asked Mark to introduce me to it, but he said I should find out about it from someone with experience- like you."
"Okay," grunted Ben, breathing an inward sigh of relief. "Just piss in the water for now. I will, too."
She squatted, her pussy lips inches above the surface of the water. She clamped her hands over her hips, and let a thick stream of dark urine flow into the bathwater.
She giggled as it lightened, mixing in graceful swirls with the clear, come-flecked water.
Thompson pulled himself up as she sat back down in the bath.
"This feels nice and warm," she murmured. "I like it."
Thompson seized the softened shaft of his cock and let a thin stream of urine flow into the bathwater. The urine flowed into the water, making the same whirlpools as Wendy's had.
He settled himself back into the water.
"So tell me. What's with this strike business, anyway?" she asked.
Thompson winked slyly. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. We were just trying to cut costs a little. Looks like it just won't work."
"Don't you usually do that with the tenements?"
"An experiment that won't work," he chuckled.
"So maybe you'd better just make the repairs, or whatever."
"I would. But my wife-well, never mind about that."
His prick was becoming' erect. Wendy watched as the head pushed its way through the yellowish water, then poked up above the surface.
"Oooh, yummy," she purred.
She gripped the edges of the tub tightly and raised herself up. Thomspon slid forward, sending more of the flesh of his prick up above the pissed-up surface of the bathwater.
She slowly advanced her lips to the head. She opened her mouth wide and took the shaft in. A little of the urine-filled water entered her mouth, making her shiver with a strange, new sensation.
Thompson grunted loudly as she closed her lips over the skin of his prick. He thrust upwards with his hips, sending half the shaft sliding into the horny warmth of her mouth.
She gripped his sides tightly and began working her hps around on the shaft. His prick began to jerk violently, and shot out its issue. She pulled her face away, leaned her head back, and swallowed down the mixture of urine-water and semen.
She dropped back down into the water. Thompson sat up, letting an arm hang over the edge of the tub.
"Say. You got any beer?" he asked. "Sure. Why?"
"It makes you piss a lot. And there's all kinds of things you can do with it."
"Like what?" She was climbing out of the tub as she asked.
"Bring in a couple of bottles and III show you," he murmured, his eyes fixed on her naked cunt meat.
She dashed out of the bathroom and returned about thirty seconds later. She was clutching two brown-glass bottles of beer.
Ben squinted as he read the label.
"Dos Equis? Mexican beer?"
"Yeah, it's really good. Hasn't been available on the East Coast until recently. It's stronger than most beers-and boy, does it make you piss!"
"Guess what you forgot?" he chuckled. "Forgot? Forgot what?"
"The opener. These aren't pull-tabs."
"Oh, shit," she cried, splashing the yellow water.
"Ill show you a trick," he grinned. "Watch this."
He stood up, the bathwater flowing yellowly out of his black pubic hairs. He threw one leg over the edge of the tub, keeping the other dipped in the water.
"I'm watching it," she purred, her eyes fixed on the softened shaft of his cock.
He shoved the mouth of the bottle under the sink. She tweaked the head of his prick, almost making him lose his balance.
"Hey, easy," he chuckled. "We don't want to make me lose control here."
He yanked up, jerking the cap off the bottle. A small amount of white foam crept out over the bottle's brown mouth.
"Here. Do mine; too," she said, her fingers still locked around the head of his prick.
He bent down and took the bottle from her, then hooked it under the edge of the sink. The cap came off with a loud, fizzing pop.
Thompson jammed the mouth of his bottle firmly against his lips and took a deep swig.
"Watch," said Wendy.
She stood up and shoved the bottle between her thighs. Ben stared into her twat as she twisted the mouth of the bottle around the opening of her vagina. A small amount of pussy juice flowed down the bottle's side.
"You're getting the idea," said Ben. "How's 'bout I eat you out a little?"
"Oh, please," she gasped. She leaned to one side and planted a small hand firmly against the tiled bathroom wall. She lifted a leg, and planted the sole of a wet, bare foot against the edge of the tub.
He slid along the wet, slippery bottom of the tub, positioning himself between her outspread legs. He slowly raised himself up, clamping his hands firmly against the tops of her bare, wet thighs.
She groaned loudly as he pressed his lips to the hps of her cunt. He was instantly intoxicated by the taste of come and urine on the pink, pulsating passion meat.
He sucked the wrinkled folds of flesh into his mouth. She jammed her twat against his face. His tongue slipped into her pussy hole, and he pressed the wet, meaty tip against the pulsating walls of her twat.
He slowly slid his hands around to the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide apart.
"Oh! Finger me," she cried passionately.
He pulled one hand off her ass cheeks and thrust it between her thighs. She shrieked, her cry echoing off the bathroom walls, as he rode two fingers into her cunt hole.
His lips quickly fastened themselves to the top of her pussy. He groped with his tongue for the hard mound of her clit under its protective sheath. She bent forward with a grunt as he rammed his tongue meat down hard on it.
Her body began to tremble. Come juice spewed out of her cunt hole, slowly filling his mouth.
She tore her twat off his face. His fingers went skidding out of her pussy hole.
"Oh, that was great!" She slowly sank back into the water, gasping.
Thompson ran the tip of his tongue over his come and piss stained lips. He slid down in the tub, spreading his legs apart.
She took a deep swig off her beer, then plunked the bottle down by the side of the tub.
"I have to piss again," she purred.
"Yeah. On me," Thompson grunted.
He slid down in the water, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. She straddled his seated form, pressing her knees against his shoulders.
"Here goes," she laughed.
She spread her thighs apart a bit more and let a flood of urine splash over his face. He gasped as the warm, salty liquid slid over his skin. A few drops of the urine splashed off his chin and pelted his torso. She stepped back, and let the remainder of her pee splash onto his chest.
She sat back down. Thompson picked himself up.
"Are you ready?" he breathed, grasping the softened shaft of his cock. "Come on, do it to me," she sighed. She leaned her head back. Thompson pointed the head of his prick right at the center of her face and let fly with his urine. The dark-yellow liquid splashed over the bridge of her nose and yellowed her pretty white cheeks. Some of the yellow outpouring crossed her lips. She parted her lips and lapped the pee into her mouth with her tongue.
Thompson shook the last few drops of urine out of the shaft of his cock. She darted up a hand, and tweaked the softened shaft between her fingers.
"Let's fuck some more," she grunted.
His penis became erect at the sound of her voice. She stood up slowly, and turned herself around.
"Why not put it in my asshole?" she breathed, bending over the edge of the tub.
"It's a little too difficult this way," said Thompson hoarsely. "Ill step out-you just stay the way you are."
He quickly stepped out of the tub, the yellow bathwater lapping over the white porcelain sides. She bent forward, her ass cheeks spreading.
Thompson positioned himself behind her. He clamped his hands over her ass.
He slowly pushed the bridge of his nose between the cheeks of her ass, then extended his tongue.
She shrieked with passion as he pressed the wet, meaty flesh against the pink tenderness of her asshole. He slid the tip in, and worked it around in a slow circle.
He snaked his other hand between the backs of her outspread thighs and rode two fingers into her cunt hole. She started to tremble. He pulled his face away from her ass, and pulled his fingers out of her pussy.
He stood up, and stepped over to the medicine cabinet.
"What are you doing?" she asked, a note of desperate lust in her voice.
"Vaseline," he grunted. "Makes it go in easy."
She straightened up as he shut the door to the medicine cabinet. She pulled the jar of vaseline out of his hands, and planted her bare ass on the edge of the tub.
"I want to do that," she murmured.
She quickly unscrewed the cap of the jar, then scooped up a huge gob of the greenish jelly. He thrust his hardened prick at her. She cooed soflty as she drew her greased fingers over the taut male flesh.
She put an extra dab at the tip of the head. She handed him the jar and stood up.
"I'm going to put some on you, too," he said, shoving his fingers into the jar.
He twirled the greenish jelly around two fingers, then shoved his hand between the walls of her ass crack. She grunted as he pressed the vaseline over her asshole.
"Okay," she said. "Stick it in me!"
He grasped her bare waist, sliding the shaft of his cock down her ass. The greased head pressed against the pink tender flesh of her anus.
He thrust forward. His cock head pushed aside the flesh, and slipped in.
"Oh, God, owwww!" she screamed out.
He froze, the head of his cock just inside her asshole.
"Are you okay?" he grunted.
"Yes, I'm fine. Go ahead, stick it in me."
He pushed forward. The greased shaft of his prick rode into her rectum. He bent himself over her naked back, and shoved his hands over her breasts.
She groaned loudly as he sank his fingers into the .small gobs of breast flesh. She started to tremble, moving her impaled ass around in a slow, circular motion.
He slid a hand down to her pussy hairs and groped for the top of her cunt. He found her clit, and her asshole quickly tightened roughly around the shaft of his greased cock. He started to slide his prick slowly in and out of the warm, fleshy tightness. They climaxed together, their shrieks of passion bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.