Chapter 1

Wendy looked up expectantly as Jim came into the office. But when she saw the expression on his face, her excitement died.

"Well?" she said cautiously.

Her tall, broad-shouldered officemate leaned back against his desk. With a disheartened look, he ran his long fingers through his coal-black hair. "It looks like only one of us can go to the convention."

"But that's not fair! We're a team-that's the way it's always been."

He shrugged helplessly. "I know. But the bean-counters don't understand that. They've cut back on the travel funds."

"They've always footed the bill for two in the past."

"Same-sex, my dear," he explained patiently. "If you and I went, they'd have to spring for two rooms."

"Oh." Wendy yielded in defeat. "So...who goes?"

"It's up to us to decide." With a sullen look, he pulled a coin from his pocket. "I suppose the fair thing to do would be to flip a coin."

She crossed the distance to him as he flipped the coin in the air. He slapped it on his wrist. "Heads I win, tails you-"

"Wait a minute," she said, grabbing his wrist before he could pull his hand away to reveal the results of the toss. "Double beds!"

"Huh?"

"Double beds!" she repeated. With her high heels parked under her desk, she had to stretch up on tiptoes to look into his eyes as she pleaded her case. "It costs the same for two people in the room as it does for one. We're adults. We can handle that, can't we?"

Jim's look was dubious. "I don't know... "

"No one needs to know about it but us," she said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We can share expenses and pad the expense account. It shouldn't cost either one of us a dime."

"Well... " His smile turned to a grin. "I suppose I'd rather have you for a roommate than Kelly."

She blushed. "Now, don't you be getting any imagine ideas."

As it turned out, she was right. No one minded the two of them going together, as long as it didn't cost the company anything extra. Of course, everyone thought that they had booked separate rooms.

"Did you tell Larry?" Jim asked, once they had settled in for the long drive to Las Vegas.

Wedging back against the door, Wendy turned toward him with a smile. "No. I'm not sure my husband could handle it. Did you tell Sarenna?"

He laughed. "We've only been married for one year, remember? She doesn't fully trust me yet. She can still remember my past."

Wendy sighed. "Lucky you. At least you had a past. Larry was the first man in my life."

"Your first boyfriend?"

"Well, not actually that-"

"The first man you made love with?"

"Yes," she said softly.

He looked away from the road long enough to flash her a smile. "Lucky him. I'm afraid I've been bed-hopping ever since I came of age."

"But you've settled down now?"

"Oh, yes." He was quiet for a moment, considering. "Sarenna is more than adequate."

A careening sports car cut in front of them and caused Jim to put on the brakes, interrupting the conversation. That made Wendy feel just a little more comfortable. Although their talk had been innocent enough, it was more intimate than any of the conversations they'd had since they had been teamed up to work together three years ago. And it had caused her blood pressure to rise a notch.

Actually, the pair spent more time together than they did with their spouses, she reflected as she stared out the window at the passing scenery. And now they were going to be sleeping in the same room together...she suddenly had a disturbing thought. What if there was a mistake and the hotel assigned them a room with just one king-size bed?

But her fears were groundless. The room turned out to be perfect-elegant-looking, two nice-sized beds, a lovely view of the strip.

"I hope you don't mind if I get out of my shoes," she said, settling in.

He chuckled and kicked off his own shoes so he could stretch out on the bed she left for him. "You never wear your shoes in the office, anyway. Make yourself comfortable-take off anything you want."

His banter made her blush. "I'll do that in there," she said nodding to the bathroom, "and I'll be sure to lock the door."

"That'll do you no good. I'm going to be peeking through the keyhole."

"Jim!" His low chuckle sent a chill up her spine. "You wouldn't do anything like that...would you?"

"I've got one objective for the next three days," he said with a leer, "and that's to get a peek at those big tits of yours."

"Jim!"

"Hey, when will I ever get a better chance?"

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

"Oh, I am," he admitted with a grin. "But what can I do? I've been staring at those big beauties for three years, trying to imagine the look and the feel of them."

She turned to the mirror and bit her lips as she stared at the thrust of her bosom. "Do you really find them interesting and attractive?"

He got up off the bed and came up behind her. "I find them incredibly sexy," he said, reaching around and gently lifting her breasts in his palms.

She caught her breath. No one but her husband had ever touched her that way. With her heart beating faster, she told herself Jim was a good friend. She could trust him.

"They're too big," she said softly, trying to ignore the delicious feelings that rose as she watched in the mirror while his hands gently kneaded her tits and determined their consistency.

"They're nice and soft and mushy. How big?"

"38D. They droop without a bra."

He laughed. "Of course they would! They're too big and heavy not to. If you've got to stuff a melon with silicone to make it perky, I don't want it. I'll take them natural and floppy."

She couldn't help but laugh. "Well, they droop," she told him, thrusting out her chest proudly and trying to match his carefree tone. "But they certainly don't flop!" Anyone else would have gotten a slap in the face by now. But Jim? He was just playing. But he was a smooth operator. They had only been alone together for two minutes and he already had his hands all over her tits. He may be happily married, but old habits die hard. She would have to be on her guard.

"So?" Without taking his hands away from her tits, he rested his chin on her shoulder and stared at her in the mirror, his expression that of a pleading puppy dog. "Are you going to make me look through the keyhole?"

Her jaw dropped. "Jim! Are you seriously asking me to take off my clothes for you?"

He grinned. "Clothes? That would be nice. But the top would be a good start-sort of satisfy my curiosity. I'll look but not touch. I promise-scout's honor!"

"You're touching now," she pointed out, trembling slightly.

"And you don't seem to be minding it."

She flushed. Suddenly, a smile creased her face. Turn about, after all, was fair play! "Let's make a deal."

"A deal?"

She pushed free of his hands and turned to face him. "Rumor has it that you have the biggest wong in the department."

"Who says?" he asked, sticking out his chin with mock belligerence.

"Everybody says. I know at least five young women who claim to have shared a bed with you before Sarenna came along. They say you have a 12-incher."

"They're exaggerating."

"By how much?" she asked, thrilled to watch him squirm now that she had matched his aggressive stance.

"By at least three inches," he choked out. "Larry's is only seven inches."

"You've measured it."

"Haven't you?"

His eyes rolled. "Nine inches. Verified on a number of occasions."

Stepping back, she placed her hands on her hips and stared at him coldly. "Let's see it."

"You promise to look but not touch?"

"I promise." Then, she broke into laughter. "Oh, God, Jim," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes, "this is insane."

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" he said with a grin as he stripped quickly down to his briefs.

Her pulse quickened when he straightened to stand before her. The cotton briefs that stretched across his hips seemed barely able to contain its swollen contents. And then that was whipped away, too, exposing his arching, nine-inch cock to her wide-eyed gaze.

She tried not to blush.

"You're erect," she said.

"Wouldn't you be?" he asked. "Under the circumstances?" He reached down and gave his cock a couple of strokes. "There," he proclaimed proudly. "A full nine inches."

"It looks immense," she said, "in comparison to my husband's."

"There are bigger ones."

"I've not seen bigger. Actually, Larry's is the only one... " She bit her lip, then grinned. "I guess now it's...my turn."

"I guess so." While he stared at her chest, he reached down and idly scratched his balls, making his dick wobble.

With trembling hands, she started to undress. He let out a slow whistle as her tits were exposed.

"Oh, baby, those are beauties," he said, reaching toward her.

"Jim!" she scolded. "You promised-"

"Come on, Wendy," he whined. "You don't expect me to keep a promise like that, do you? Oh, whew!" he gasped, touching her tits.

"Whew is right!" she said, sucking in a breath. Her skin prickled as his fingers stroked her tit flesh, and her soft nipples slowly turned into stiff peaks.

"God, Wendy! These are too much!" He pushed his head down between her tits and rubbed his cheeks against the soft flesh.

Laughing, she tried to ignore the good feelings that were beginning to rise in her body and she gently pushed him away. "Enough, Jim," she said firmly.

"Right," he said, catching his breath. "We don't want to get carried away."

"Right," she agreed. "I-I'm glad that you're being sensible."

Tossing aside his shirt and undershirt, he stretched back out on the bed, completely naked. His cock stood out prominently, its hard length angling back over his belly.

"This is insane," she said again, flushing as she continued to stare at his cock. They were adults; certainly they could handle a little nudity without... going further.

"Not insane-sensible," he reminded her, ogling her as she stood there in her sheer panties. "But if you get a sudden urge to rip those scanties off, don't let me stop you."

"I'm not an exhibitionist."

'Try it, you might like it."

The thought sent a shiver of excitement running along her spine. He was certainly enjoying himself, she mused, gaping at his charged cock. Well, at least she could show him she wasn't a prude. Stifling further thought, she whipped down her panties.

His eyes opened wide, and then narrowed, as he stared at the wisp of hair between her legs that just barely concealed her vagina. Shaking his head slowly, he got up and moved toward her. "That was a mistake, Wendy."

"Y-yeah, I think it was." Shaking, she stood her ground as he moved so close that she could feel the heat from his naked body. "W-we've gone too far, haven't we?"

"What's done is done."

She made no protest as he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to her bed.

"I guess it was inevitable," she said as she made room for him to stretch out beside her.

"It's not our fault. It's the bean-counter's. What did they expect when they were too cheap to foot the bill for two rooms?"

"Mmmmm," she purred as their bodies touched. "They probably thought they'd save on entertainment expenses, too."

The kidding over, he looked into her eyes and said harshly, "I've been looking forward to this ever since that day I first met you."

"Three years ago," she added with a sigh. "Me, too. Oh, God, Jim, I used to be so jealous of all those other women you used to take out...envious of their happy looks when they'd stop by in the morning after spending the night in your bed."

"You should have said something."

"I thought about it. Often."

He kissed her, and sucked her tongue into his mouth when she sighed. When her lips were throbbing, his mouth worked its way down to her bosom. He licked all around her breasts and sucked on her nipples. He left them as stiff as nails and continued licking downward, leaving a wet trail as his mouth slowly closed on her vagina. She groaned and drew her legs up, opening her crotch so his tongue could slip between her cunt lips and slide into her snatch. Wendy's eye rolled when she felt his tongue wiggling around inside her.

"Oh, Jim," she gasped, completely absorbed in the sensations that flowed in soft pulses from her pussy. "Oh, yes. Do it. Eat me. Yes, yes, that's nice."

His tongue flicked back and forth like a snake. Her hips squirmed on the bed as it plunged in and out of her. Her cunt was rapidly becoming hotter than a corn popper.

"Eat me," she cried. "Suck my cunt! Oh, yes, yes! You're doing it so good-so God damn good!"

Better, in fact, than she had ever been done before. Her husband's feeble efforts paled in the light of Jim's expert cunt licking. Her office partner knew just what to do with his tongue, just where to stroke, just where to tweak. And when the tip flicked across her clit, she thought she was going to die of excitement.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried impatiently. "Eat me! Eat my cunt! Oh, suck me. Suck my pussy. Suck, suck, suck!"

Her vagina felt like velvet around his tongue. The delicate tissues tried to grip it as it penetrated her hot channel. He latched onto her ass cheeks and held her still so that he could suck the juices that were beginning to stream from her quivering hole. As the sensations peaked, she pressed Jim's head to her crotch and raised her legs straight up into the air. She tensed. Electric thrills shot through her body in pulsing charges.

Jim's tongue flapped rapidly in her pussy, driving her excitement until her body sagged.

"Oh, Jim," she gasped combing her fingers through his hair and then tightening them around the back of his neck. "Oh, that was lovely."

He grinned. "Feel up to returning the favor?"

She lay back on the bed and reached for his balls as he straddled her. His ass crushed down over her breasts.

"Those big tits make a nice cushion," he said with a chuckle.

"They're handy things to have," she commented as she tugged on his cock and pulled him into position with his balls drooping over her chin. "Don't be expecting too much," she warned him, "I haven't done this all that often." Lifting his dick out of the way, she started to nibble on his nuts.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he told her. "That's the way to start."

Wendy's tongue made Jim's ball sac wet with her saliva. She gently sucked his big balls into her mouth.

"Oh, baby," he gasped. "God, if I'd only known before! Suck those balls! Lick my cock! Oh, yes, yes! Suck it! Lick it! Suck me off!"

Jim's lewd encouragement thrilled her almost as much as the taste of his male organ.

She was sucking hard now, practically turning his dick inside-out. Jim's body shuddered. She shivered with excitement as her tongue swept up and down the hard shaft, tickling its underside.

"Oh, baby! You've got such a smooth tongue! Lick me! Eat me! Eat me! Eat my cock!"

Wendy felt freer with Jim than she did with her own husband. Her husband was always so uptight about sex. Always serious, never just playful. Sex with him was a duty, not a recreation.

"Suck it now," he pleaded. "Quit teasing, Wendy, and suck it."

She hadn't meant to tease-or had she? She grinned, feeling a new sense of power, as she slipped her mouth over the end of his prick. Stroking slowly, she took his cock in an inch at a time, until its immensity had completely disappeared in her mouth. Wendy couldn't quell a sense of pride. She had kissed a cock before, licked one, and sucked one, but never in her life had she completely swallowed one all the way to its hairy root.

"Oh, baby, that's great! Now suck me off."

Sweat broke out on her forehead as she began making long strokes, her tongue swirling around his cock as it slipped in and out of her mouth. She picked up speed with each stroke.

"Baby, baby! Suck it! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in your mouth!"

Wendy felt his cock swell in her mouth. One last stroke and then she would pull away so that he could climax.

A warm blast in the back of her throat startled her. Wendy's eyes widened, and she almost gagged as she got her first taste of sperm.

"Mmmmmppphhh!"

She struggled, trying to pull her head away, but he held her tight against his crotch. She had to gulp, but she relaxed as the initial shock wore off. By the time his last shot went off, she was sucking the end of his prick, trying to encourage more of the tasty flow.

"My God," she said finally. "I've never done that before."

"Never sucked a cock?"

"Never had one cum in my mouth."

Lying beside her, he wrapped an arm around her. They were joined now by a new and deeper affection. "There's a first time for everything," he told her gently. "After that, it's easy."