Chapter 5
Wendy decided it would be best to push the memories of her Vegas weekend to the back of her mind and forget all about it. At best, it would be pleasant memory.
Actually, she decided, it was kind of nice for a woman to have a few pleasant memories. She wondered if her husband ever sowed some occasional wild oats? If so, he kept it pretty much to himself. And that seemed to be the secret to marital infidelity. What the other spouse didn't know shouldn't hurt him. Even if it involved a bigamous relationship.
"Wendy!" a voice interrupted her thought gruffly. "You're not paying attention."
"I'm sorry," Wendy apologized with a flush.
"You've been in a daze ever since you returned from Las Vegas," her boss told her, staring at her across his desk.
"I-it was pretty intense," Wendy stammered. "So many seminars-"
"Humph!" her boss grunted. "You weren't supposed to do it all. The idea behind those things is to have a little fun."
She smiled at him. "Well, Jim and I did take in a couple of the shows."
He humped again. "If I know Jim, he took in a lot more than the shows."
She didn't respond to that, but she flushed when she saw him eyeing her big bosoms.
"In fact," he went on, "I would never have let him go with any other woman except you-I don't think any of our other girls could have put him in his place." His face finally broke into a grin. "I'll bet it was a little dicey, sharing a room with him. Cramped his style, didn't it?"
"Y-you knew?"
"Wendy, I know everything that goes on around here," he said with a proud chuckle.
"Yes, it was a little dicey" she said with a sigh that caused her breasts to heave. "But we managed."
His grin deepened. "I'll just try to imagine the details," he said with a wink. Then, turning back to the document before him, "Now, as to the Concord project... "
When she returned to the office she and Jim shared, Wendy was shaking. She was glad Jim was not there. That gave her a little time to settle her thoughts. She hadn't liked the innuendoes in her boss's conversation. He knew, and she wondered if Jim had told him or if he was just jumping to conclusions-in this case, correct conclusions.
When Jim finally did walk in the door, she opened up on him. "Did you tell him?" she demanded. "Huh?"
She described her conversation with the boss, and her suspicions came rushing out.
Jim laughed. "Don't worry, Wendy...darling. I'm not the kiss-and-tell type. The boss is just guessing. It's only natural, with my reputation. But he's not putting you in the picture. Your reputation is lily-white."
"And it had better stay that way!" she stated firmly.
His eyes had a teasing gleam. "Do you think I want anything less for my own wife."
"Don't talk that way!"
"Darling, I've missed you," he said, taking her hands and pulling her toward him. "For the past three days, I've been looking at my wife and seeing you."
She groaned and touched his lapel, then allowed her cheek to drop to his shoulder. "So have I," she admitted softly. "Poor Larry. What are we going to do?"
"I was thinking about lunch together."
"We can't."
"A nooner...."
"Oh, God. Where?"
The hotel was a dumpy little place that was only a few blocks away from where they worked. The desk clerk demanded cash without even raising an eyebrow at them checking in at noon in business dress, without a single item of luggage between them. Jim signed them in as husband and wife, using his real last name.
"You shouldn't have done that," she told him as they climbed the stairs to their room.
"It's legal."
"Wrong! Whatever it is, it's very illegal! What do you suppose the penalty for bigamy is?" she asked, lowering her voice as he unlocked the door.
He laughed. "Two mothers-in-law and a big bunch of kids!"
Wendy didn't think that was very funny. She glowered at him as he let her into the room. It was stifling hot. Jim adjusted the air conditioner, and cool air began to replace the heat.
When he turned back to her, there was a new gleam in his eye. "Okay, baby," he said, licking his lips and ogling her tits. "Let's get a peek at those milk glands."
The warmth that began to fill her as she loosened her blouse had nothing to do with the oppressive heat in the room.
"Same deal as in Vegas," she chided with a grin. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
He was naked in a flash, giving her the opportunity to admire his big cock once again as it wobbled while he kicked his way out of his trousers. He left his socks on.
She tossed her bra aside and removed her panties.
"I'm gonna have me a furburger," he said, eyeing her pussy, "while the other guys in the department are eating bologna sandwiches."
"Diet food," she said with a chuckle.
"Hey, we may be onto something! A medical breakthrough. Diet, and exercise, too. If we do this every day, we should be in great shape in a month or two."
Every day! Her eyes rolled at the thought. He was joking, of course. Wasn't he?
Moving close, he curled his hand behind her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. Watching her eyes, he pulled her mouth to his.
A sigh of longing escaped from her lips as she opened them to admit his tongue. The tips of her tits snuggled into his chest hair. The feelings quickly returned-the feelings that had been sparking her dreams ever since their return from Las Vegas.
His hands wandered down to caress her bottom as he sucked on her tongue. He had developed a comfortable familiarity with her body, and there was no heated hurry to his exploration. Not yet.
"We don't have time to linger," she said, her throat dry as smoldering excitement began to fill her belly. "We have to get back to work."
"They're used to me coming back late," he murmured.
"But not me."
"Okay, baby. How do you want me."
"What do you mean."
"Asshole or pussy?"
Her gaze dipped to his charged cock and her cheeks burned. Then she looked back up with a grin. Turning toward the bed, she bent over and rested her hands on the mattress. Her butt wiggled in the air. "Your choice," she said simply, looking back over her shoulder with a smile.
He stared at her taut, ivory-fleshed ass cheeks. With her open legs forming an inviting vee, the brown dimple of her ass-hole peeked at him inviting. And below that, the plump, hairy lobes of her pussy.
"Too bad we don't have time for both," he muttered, whipping his cock into a stiff-tipped lance as he advanced toward her.
Keeping her in suspense a while longer, he leaned over and kissed her ass cheeks. The wet mouth caress sent a shudder through her body. His tongue swept through her ass crack, cleaning away the powder and the perfume that had accumulated there. He licked his lips, savoring her intimate taste-a flavor that even her husband wouldn't recognize. This part of Wendy was his only. He stiffened his tongue and stabbed it into her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she yelped.
He straightened and grinned, licking his lips. "Baby, I'll happily kiss your ass-any time."
"Fuck me, Jim," she groaned. "Fuck me, please."
Jim guided his cock with his fist and pressed forward. The lips of her pussy were warm and wet around the head of his cock. Gripping her hips, he thrust forward."
"Oooo," she cooed, feeling his cock move fully inside her. He had chosen to take her pussy, and she was glad of that. It felt so good to have that immensity stretching her love channel, those strong hips pressing firmly against her ass cheeks.
"Oh, baby," he breathed heavily as he started to stroke with his hard cock. "I wish I could keep this thing in you all the time."
"You've got a wife to satisfy," she reminded him. "I've got a husband."
"It's not the same thing." He grunted and stabbed into her hard once again.
It was true, she realized, her body jerking and twisting. This was very different from fucking with her husband. She started to pant in time with his cock jabs. And, apparently, he felt the same way, too. That was bad. Very bad.
"Oh, this is great, baby," he told her as a drop of perspiration dropped from his chest to her back. "You've got such a tight, warm, juicy pussy-oh, God, this is great."
His breathing had quickened, and she realized he was approaching the peak of his ecstasy. His wild thrusts increased in tempo, and Wendy pushed back, matching him stroke for stroke.
"Faster," she encouraged breathlessly, her heart hammering. "Faster, faster!"
His prick plowed rapidly into her, squishing, and causing her feminine juices to squeeze out and flow down into the white hollows of her inner thighs. Her cunt twisted mercilessly around his thick cock, making him bellow with delight and excitement.
"Baby, I love your cunt," he told her. "I love it! I love it!"
She tried to push away the perspiration-soaked strands of hair that hung around her face. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried, her voice tremulous, her tail twisting and turning.
"Yes! Yes!" he returned, ramming into her cunt as her ass swung back to meet his hips. He reached around to get twin handfuls of her hanging bosoms. Her nipples became hard spikes between his fingers. He pinched them and squeezed them tight, his tit-teasing matching the beat of his cock. He shortened his stroke so that he could fuck her with rapid, staccato thrusts as the temperature in his balls rose to the boiling point.
When he was almost there, his fingers moved down and found her clitoris.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her cunt began to clutch rhythmically at his penis as it plunged in and out of her tight pussy. With their organs joined and pulsing in unison, it felt like they were two parts of a whole-half-male, half-female, both intensely experiencing the feelings of the other.
All at once, Jim let loose and started shooting hot cum into her cunt.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Ohhh, yes, baby, I'm cumming in your hot pussy! Squeeze it, baby! Milk it! Send me to heaven with your pussy loving!"
Wendy scrunched her pussy muscles around his spouting cock. It was her last intentional act before the explosion went off inside her. Waves of ecstasy washed over her in time with the pulses of lust that Jim discharged in her pussy.
The pleasure was intense, the letdown frustrating when their bodies finally separated.
"What time is it?" he asked, using his undershirt to mop up the sweat that bathed his chest.
She glanced at the watch she still wore. "We've only got fifteen minutes left. We can just make it if we hurry."
"Fuck it," he said, tossing his T-shirt aside. "We're going to be late." He dropped down onto the bed. His prick had already stiffened again, and it stuck upward like a prong.
She looked at his cock with longing, and her jaw quivered. "W-we'll get fired."
He chuckled. "Not until we're done with the Concord project. That's our baby; no one else knows anything about it."
"We can't-"
"I thought you were done with being prissy."
She laughed, her imagination flaring as she looked over his sexy masculine figure sprawled nakedly across the bed. "You know all the angles, don't you?"
He reached out a hand for her. "Climb aboard, baby. I've got a special angle for you."
She giggled as she crawled onto the bed. But she didn't climb atop him the way he planned. Instead, she positioned herself over him head to foot, in a classic sixty-nine position. He made her feel confident in her womanhood, and she felt sexy with her big tits hanging down and the rounds of her ass waving in the air. Her tits swung gently, and her taut nipples dragged teasingly through the light, masculine dusting of hair that covered his chest. Peeking between her tits, she could see him staring upward, open-mouthed, staring at the gaping opening of her dark-haired snatch.
"You were saying something about a furburger?" she teased. "My mouth is watering for a taste of that foot-long hot dog you've been warming up for me."
Without waiting for a response, she licked the tip of his dick, bathing it with saliva as she cleaned away the mixed flavors of his cum and her own juices that had just been blended so pleasurably in the heated depths of her cunt. Her tongue tip reamed the little hole in its tip and coaxed forth fresh juices.
His erection was hard and strong, and the pulse that ran through its thick, blue veins was vivid against her tongue. Her teeth raked its length while she sucked it in until half its length was stretched between her cheeks.
Her pussy began dripping juices as the pleasure built in her own body.
She sighed. "I just love your cock," she said, rubbing her cheek affectionately against the saliva-wet shaft as she spoke. "I'm so glad you broke through my shell, darling. I'm so glad we're doing this."
Her confession surprised her. But no more than it did him. For a moment later, his prick made an upward lurch and shot an arc of creamy whiteness into the air that landed between her tits.
Shock, a thrill, and hilarity filled Wendy all at the same time. She had never seen a cock shoot cum before, and she laughed jubilantly and stroked the cock with her first, causing a second blast of cum to splatter over her tits. Her mouth descended to catch the final spurts of the tasty cream.
"Oh, God," she murmured, licking her lips as she looked up and rubbing the cum into her tits as if it were a beauty lotion. "That was good, darling. Wonderful!"
Only then did she become aware that his head had risen between her thighs. His lips were slurping on her juicy pink cunt, sucking out of her those same flavors she had just finished cleaning away from his cock. The lewd, lip-smacking sounds sent a lascivious thrill surging along her spine. His hands wrapped around the tops of her thighs and pulled her downward until she was smothering him with her pussy flesh. She shuddered with pleasure each time his nose nudged her joy button, and she almost swooned when his tongue began attacking it intensely.
"Ohhhh, Jim, eat my pussy!" she moaned, flicking her tongue against his drooping prick and watching it fill yet again while his mouth munched on her twat.
"Mmmmmmph!" Jim mumbled as she ground her juicy pussy lips into his face.
"Eat my pussy," Wendy demanded. "Come on, lick those cunt lips-push your tongue in there...deep-yes, yes! And don't forget my clitoh, God!" Her thighs shuddered. "That's it... "
She came, and he did too, his refilled cock splattering her face before she had the sense to cover its oozing end with her mouth. Then the sensations that rolled through took her to another world for a long, breathless moment-a world of pure sensation and thrills. Their bodies stiffened and shook and rolled and writhed together. When they fell apart, gasping for breath, their sexual hunger was at last sated.
For a time.
They cleaned and dressed quickly and used the service elevator to return to their office, only a half-hour late. No one seemed to notice-or at least, no one made an issue of it. Wendy knew how the rumor mill worked. Her reputation was probably hopelessly besmirched within an hour of their return.
But, oddly enough, she didn't care. No one could actually prove anything, and even if the rumors got back to her husband, she could deny them. He'd believe her; he trusted her. That thought made her flush guiltily, but it didn't make her regret what had happened.
The fact was, Jim had gotten under her skin-and not just because of this new, sexual aspect of their relationship. It was a feeling that had been growing in her for the three years they had worked together. A fondness...a love. The sex just capped it. And it capped it very nicely, indeed.
She had the best of both worlds-a loving husband in the evening at home, and a capable lover to spice up her lackluster daytime hours.
"Thanks for lunch," Jim murmured, bending to brush a kiss across her forehead as he passed her desk when he returned from reporting to the boss.
The intimacy made Wendy glad that the office they shared was private.
"Don't mention it," she said with a warm smile.
"We'll have to do it again sometime."
She caught her breath. "Yes," she replied softly. "We will."
Just before closing time, the boss called her aside. "You were late back from lunch," he said.
"Y-yes. We-I had some shopping to do. Jim offered to help," she added quickly. "I'll make up the time."
"Wendy, you know I don't hold you to the clock. I'm not worried about you cheating me on time. I'm just concerned about your choice of company."
"A-A-Jim?" she stammered, feigning innocence.
"He's a smooth operator. Experienced. I'm not worried about him. But I am worried about you, Wendy. You could get hurt."
"Don't worry about me," she said with a smile that didn't match the trembling inside her. "I'm a big girl, now. I can take care of myself." She gave him a jaunty wink. "But it's sweet of you to be concerned."