Chapter 3
"Thanks for coming," Rachel said to the very attractive woman who had just joined her at her table.
"Lunch at one of the most posh restaurants in town?" Patti Ross stated. "I wouldn't have missed it. Even if it is face to face with my boss's wife."
Rachel laughed. "Relax. I'm not going to accuse you of anything."
"That's comfort," Patti smiled.
Dwight's secretary was in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair was clipped short and done in a slightly daring and modern style. Blue-eyed, lightly tanned, even without make-up she was gorgeous.
"Although looking at you I could see how a wife might become ... insecure," Rachel remarked.
"I'm not interested in married men, especially those I work for."
Rachel believed her. But she had never considered Patti much of a threat anyway. She knew Dwight well enough to know that this modern young woman wasn't his type.
"What kind of man are you interested in?" Rachel asked.
"I keep an open mind," Patti answered, somewhat evasively. "Why?"
"Oh, maybe I know someone you'd enjoy meeting."
"Did you invite me here to see if you could fix me up?"
"No," Rachel answered, now calling on her reserves of nerve. "I wanted to ask a favor of you."
"What kind of favor?"
"An unusual one. Can I count on your discretion?"
"Sure. This is starting to sound juicy."
"I want you to keep an eye on my husband for me."
There! It was said. Two weeks of Troy's words eating at her had come to this. She wondered if it would amuse him to know about it.
She had no concrete reason to doubt her husband, but the seed of uncertainty had been planted and had taken root. She was doing this to prove to herself that she had nothing to worry about, to get her peace of mind back.
She hated appearing insecure and sneaky and conniving, but this seemed like the only way. And she was honestly worry she had ever met Troy.
"How do you mean, keep an eye on him?" Patti asked.
"Just make sure that everything is on the level. That a business lunch is really a business lunch, a meeting is a meeting, that he winds up where he says he's going when he leaves the office."
"That he's not cheating on you," Patti concluded.
"Yes," Rachel willed herself to answer.
"You don't think he might be, do you?"
"Not really. But I'd like to be sure. Now, we can consider this a favor, or a business proposition, or anything you like, but I'd very much appreciate getting your cooperation, Patti."
Patti appeared to be considering the proposition and Rachel when the waiter arrived. Rachel took it as a positive sign when Patti accepted a menu, as opposed to walking out.
They ordered and let the subject hang for a moment. Then Patti said, "That's everything? Just make sure he's behaving himself?"
"Anything you think a wife should know," Rachel answered. "That should cover it."
Patti turned a searching stare on Rachel then, showing more than a hint of suspicion.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know. I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me. What do you expect me to find out?"
"Nothing."
"Maybe you think he's checking up on you. Hired a private eye or something?"
Truthfully, that thought had crossed Rachel's mind. It seemed harder to believe the notion of him having an affair. Yet she responded, "Has he?"
Patti showed a smile, pleased she had guessed right. "Have you been misbehaving?" she half-teased.
"I didn't come here. to be toyed with," Rachel answered, stiffening.
"Hey, it's no skin off my butt," Patti said easily. "I'd be the last one to pass judgment on anybody."
"Do I take it then that you're interested?"
"Maybe. I'd have to sleep on it."
"Very well."
"But I can tell you one thing," Patti said then. "You're asking me to do something dirty."
"I know. It hasn't been easy. I can hardly believe I'm actually doing it."
"My point being," Patti went on. "If I'm going to do something dirty for you, you're going to have to do something dirty for me. Still interested?"
Rachel didn't wait long before answering. "Yes."
When Patti called the next day and told her what the plan was, Rachel thought it was too much. But she didn't say so. She didn't say much of anything.
She wanted to ask what kind of woman Patti thought she was, but knew that would sound kind of trite, and maybe even silly. And she wasn't keen to hear the answer anyway.
"It'd only be a one-time thing," Patti told her. "It'll get you what you want, and if you're not careful, you might enjoy it."
Seconds passed like ages, and somewhere along the line Rachel discovered she was not going to refuse. Something told her she couldn't afford to.
"All right," Rachel said resignedly into the phone. "When do you want to get together?"
Sounding delighted, Patti said she would get back to her. And she did a few days later. It was on for that night. Her place.
Rachel then asked to be put through to her husband. She had a story ready, covering why she wouldn't be home that evening and not for a while afterward. She told him the housekeeper would have his favorite meal waiting, and then left him to go happily back to work.
Rachel didn't have to be away from the house as early as she was leaving, but she didn't want to be home when Dwight came in -- not with all she had on her mind. She didn't want him suspecting anything, and she wanted to be alone, to gather her nerve.
Patti had laid out what she had in mind in simple terms. Rachel knew what to expect. What she didn't know was whether or not she could handle it, or fake it if need be. There would be things about it that she had not done before.
She ate a light meal at an out of the way restaurant, biding her time. She had two glasses of wine and debated on a third. She wondered if it was really necessary to do what she was going to do. Then it was seven o'clock and time to go.
Patti opened her apartment door wearing a snug, black, robe-style dress, high heels and nylons. She looked stunning, especially with her dark blue eyes glimmering with anticipation as they were.
Oh my, Rachel thought in surprise. Maybe she was right. Maybe I will enjoy this.
Rachel entered the apartment. She had on a dress similar to Patti's only it was white and revealing a hint of cleavage and plenty of inner thigh as she walked.
Patti's other guest, the guest of honor, had already arrived. He was sitting in the far corner of the cozily lit living room, looking with interest at the two women.
He was as Patti had described him over the phone -- mid-thirties, with somewhat curly light brown hair, a long face but handsomely chiseled, and large blue eyes. In his suit he looked fit it not on the lean side. Elbows on the arms of the chair, he had his hands laced together near his chin. Rachel hoped he wouldn't remain as haughty as he looked.
Clutching Rachel's hand in a warm grasp, Patti walked her across the plant-crowded living room to stand in front of the dignified gentleman and make introductions. Rachel made the acquaintance of Del Parker.
He didn't get up, or offer to shake hands, but when he said, "Hello, Rachel," it sounded nice. He had a warm voice.
"That's what I like to see," Patti said, "Fast friends."
Rachel smiled, to her own surprise. Slowly, or maybe not so slowly, something was happening to her. This scene had something going for it.
"Why don't you two get better acquainted," Patti suggested then. "There's something I have to tend to." Her hand slipped from Rachel's and she was gone.
Rachel was alone with a strange man she would soon be in bed with, along with Patti. And whereas before she had been feeling wariness, she was now beginning to feel anticipation. She didn't know what that said about her, or maybe she didn't want to know.
Rachel eased to one side and perched herself on the outer edge of the arm of the couch, close by Del. She stretched her long legs out, crossing them at the ankles, the nylon rasping softy in the quiet.
"Patti told me a little about you," she said easily. "I'm not disappointed."
"Neither am I. But there's one thing I'm curious about. How did Patti persuade you to join on this affair?"
"Let's just say it was all too much to resist. I'm a little nervous, though. It's my first time in this sort of affair, as you call it."
"You look very nicely held together," he said to that. "I'm starting to look forward to whatever's going to happen," she said then. "I guess that helps."
Del's eyes shifted suddenly from Rachel to the far side of the living room. Rachel followed his gaze and saw Patti standing over there, hands behind her, one leg bent. Her dress had disappeared. She was clad in scantily cut black bra and panties, with a slinky black garter belt and high-reaching matching stockings.
"How's it going?" Patti asked with glinting eyes.
"I like your friend," Del said to her.
"Good," Patti responded brightly, and came closer, walking with the assurance of a woman who had been through this scene before.
Rachel watched her approach with both curiosity and a kind of respect. Rachel had thought herself pretty bold, but Patti might be able to show her a thing or two.
There was relief for Rachel too. It was good to know Patti was going to take the lead. She trusted the blonde. More than she trusted Del, anyway, although he didn't strike her as being too depraved a guy.
And under it all was a sort of giddy anticipation. Rachel now had a pretty good feeling she was going to enjoy this. She was taking a step or two beyond previous limits, which added a certain edge to her excitement. It was almost like being a virgin.
Instead of going to Del, Patti veered to Rachel. She drew the brunette to her feet, then closer, and then the fronts of their bodies were touching. Holding Rachel's eyes in a daring and inviting gaze, Patti slipped her hands up onto Rachel's boobs.
Squeezing delicately, Patti slowly leaned in for a kiss. Rachel tilted her head, poised her lips in soft welcome, and felt the first press of Patti's mouth.
A flash of wicked stimulation went through Rachel. It was a taste of the forbidden, but she responded as if it were something natural. Feeling wicked was a turn-on.
No surprise there. Rachel liked the feeling of being a little bit of a bad girl, flavoring her niceness with some naughtiness. Sometimes she thought one of the reasons she got married was so that she could have the pleasure of sneaking around. And to be honest, what would happen tonight had struck her as a chance to explore something along lines that she might not get the opportunity to experience again. Bold as she was, she didn't think she could eve; initiate a threesome, or be generous enough to share lover.
Rachel felt surrender tumble down through her, and felt a sudden rise of excitement follow it. Not only was she going to enjoy this, she wanted to, could hardly wait to find out what was going to happen next.
Patti deepened the kiss, flirting into Rachel's mouth with a crafty little tongue. Caressed by the illicitness and simple sexiness of the kiss, of being with Patti, of Del watching, Rachel was compelled to respond. She softly stroked back against the probing of Patti's tongue, their mouths fusing together.
Patti's nimble hands busied themselves with Rachel's dress and shortly began peeling it from her, letting it drop to the floor. Patti had instructed her to dress for play, and Rachel had, her chic undergarments a sparkling white instead of black, nylons included.
It was an outfit that made Rachel feel like a French whore or something equally as lewd and exotic and sexual. And it was a nice way to feel now and then, especially when things needed spicing up. Tonight there was something more appropriate than usual about it and the feeling it gave Rachel. In a way, she wasn't just playing the whore.
Patti had found a house she wanted to buy. Del owned it and wanted to sell. She had some money from an inheritance and some savings, but his price was a little high for her to manage. This was her way of whittling down his price.
The better it worked, the happier Patti would be, and if Rachel needed any extra motivation, that was it. With Patti on her side she could virtually do as she pleased and not have to worry about a thing.
The kiss broke off and Patti looked down at the exposed slopes of Rachel's boobs. She brushed her fingertips up to the brunette's shoulders and down to the barely covered nipples. Then with a deft movement, she opened the front clasp of the bra and bared Rachel's tits.
Rachel surrendered her bra with a rush of excitement and reached for Patti's. She peeled it off as if she had been doing it to women all her life.
Patti's boobs captivated her. They were hand-filling in size, with daintily shaded pulpy nipples extending provocatively from the pouty mounds. The skin of Patti's body and especially her boobs looked incredibly smooth.
Rachel couldn't remember feeling anything more intoxicatingly appealing. Touching and holding Patti's tits brought out all kinds of lewd urges in her. If she'd known she felt this way about women, she would have started chasing skirts a long time ago.
Patti looked to be having oodles of fun herself. She slipped her hands around behind Rachel and pressed their midsections together. Her fingers slipped down under Rachel's panties.
"I'd love to take your panties off next," she said and smiled widely.; "But I think I'll leave that pleasure for Del -- if he doesn't mind."
"He doesn't," Del answered. "In fact, he can hardly wait."
"He'll have to catch us first," Patti teased. Taking Rachel's hand, she started pulling away from Del. As he moved to come out of the chair, Patti turned and scampered off in the direction of the bedroom with Rachel in tow.
There were lamps on in the bedroom. The covers had been rolled to the foot of the wide bed. Patti and Rachel dived onto it together and landed in a heap as Del came through the doorway. He flung his jacket aside and whipped off his tie as he approached the bed.
Patti and Rachel rolled away from each other onto their backs, getting up on their elbows to see what Del was up to. He had lost much of his reserve.
"I hope you gals have had your supper," he murmured, continuing to get out of his clothes. "I intend to put you through your paces."
"Anything you say, big boy," Patti answered. "It's your show."
"I'll go along with that," Rachel found herself saying as she ogled his body. Her eyes focused sharply as he opened his pants and pushed them down with his underwear.
Under a patch of almost blonde pubic hair, his thickening cock reached out from his groin. At the moment the tip was curved downward, but as the already sizable shaft continued to fill out, his cockhead turned in a more virile direction.
Rachel licked her lips in appreciation as much as anticipation. She didn't know what he did in his off hours but he had a build for screwing. He looked like he could dish out a lot in one session.
Well, she was ready. For anything!