“Cheer up Dave,” I said to my glum-looking colleague. “It may never happen.”
“I think it already has,” he replied with a sigh.
“What has?” I inquired.
“I think my wife is cheating on me,” said Dave.
“Oh man!” I said, dismayed. “That sucks! What makes you think so?”
Dave shrugged. “Little things,” he said. “And some not-so-little things. But it adds up, you know?”
I nodded sympathetically. “What first aroused your suspicion?”
Dave hesitated. Then he took a deep breath. “Well … a few weeks ago Lola got a new boss, Dudley. Right from his first day, she was raving about how awesome he was – funny, handsome, intelligent, great social skills, and so on. I could tell she was attracted to him, but I hoped the feeling wasn’t mutual.”
“But ... you’ve since found out otherwise?” I asked.
“There were some pretty clear signs,” said Dave. “Starting with the day he invited Lola to lunch.”
“Not an unusual thing for a boss to do,” I remarked.
“True,” admitted Dave, “but she told me that he said she looked very pretty. And later he said she looked nice in a skirt, and that she should wear skirts more often because she has gorgeous legs.”
“Wow, that’s not very professional!” I said. “How short was this skirt?”
“Not that short – maybe three inches above the knee,” said Dave. “She said she wanted to make a good impression.”
“Oh – so she dressed for the occasion?” I inquired. “That’s a warning sign...”
“Well, I didn’t think too much of it, at first,” said Dave, “but after that lunch, she started wearing skirts every day. ‘Got to keep the boss happy’, she would say.”
“Uh-oh,” I said.
“And then,” continues Dave, “there was The Grope.”
“Grope?” I echoed in surprise. “He groped her?”
“He swore it was an accident,” said Dave, “and I can’t be sure it wasn’t. Lola says she happened to turn just as he was reaching past her to pull the door open for her. This apparently resulted in him putting his hand on her breast.”
“Goodness!” I exclaimed. “How did she react?”
“Oh, she thought it was terribly funny. She says she knew it wasn’t intentional, so she wasn’t upset by it. But she just had to tell everyone about it – all her colleagues, I mean – and so it sort of became a running joke in the office that Dudley was some kind of compulsive groper.”
“Ouch – I don’t suppose he enjoyed that,” I speculated.
“Oh, he was actually very good-humoured about it,” said Dave. “He took the teasing in his stride, and even played along – which is part of the problem. The next day he pretended to trip while approaching Lola in the aisle, and as he put his hands out to catch himself, they landed right on her breasts. ‘Oops!’ he said, ‘I’ve gone and done it again!’“
“Jeez!” I said.
“Well it was obvious he’d done it on purpose, and everyone fell about laughing – including Lola! She thought it was hilarious.”
“Well I suppose it was probably quite funny,” I conceded, “but still, I can understand your concern.”
“Thank you!” said Dave. “I did express my concern to Lola, but she just told me not to be silly and it was just a bit of harmless fun.”
“Did that reassure you?” I asked.
“A bit, I suppose,” said Dave. “But after that, it became part of the running joke. Three or four times a day, he would pretend to stumble, and grab Lola’s breasts through her blouse, much to the amusement of his whole team. And Lola didn’t mind at all – she found it as funny as anyone.”
“Man!” I said in disbelief. “Poor Dave. You must have been upset to hear about all this!”
Dave nodded. “I was,” he said, “but I had to pretend I didn’t really mind. The one time I got a bit annoyed, Lola suggested that maybe she should stop telling me these little work anecdotes. Well, I obviously wanted to know everything that was going on, so I just said, ‘You’re right Lola – it does sound like harmless fun. By all means keep these stories coming.’ And so she did, and I pretended like it was no big deal.”
“Very stoic of you!” I remarked.
“Anyway,” continued Dave, “it very quickly became a routine thing, even when nobody else was around to appreciate the joke. Dudley would come up behind her while she was sitting at her desk, and he’d reach around her, give her breasts a squeeze, and say, ‘Guess who?’ And she would giggle and say something like, ‘Careful, Dudley, or I’ll report you to HR!’ But of course she was joking. And they would banter back and forth for a bit, while Dudley carried on fondling her breasts.”
“Jeez!” I said. “And you didn’t object to that?”
“I tried,” said Dave. “I said I wasn’t comfortable with him doing that, but Lola just brushed it off and said, ‘It’s all in fun, Dave. You wouldn’t want my boss to think I don’t have a sense of humour, would you?’ And I said no of course I didn’t want that, and I dropped the subject. But then, she started wearing shorter skirts.”
“Oh?” I inquired. “Old ones, or did she go out and buy them?”
“New ones,” said Dave. “I had to help her shop for them. She wanted my opinion.”
“Wait,” I said, hardly believing my ears, “you actually helped your wife buy shorter, sexier skirts to titillate her boss?”
“Well, when you put it like that it does sound strange,” admitted Dave, “but it wasn’t really like that. Lola said Dudley asked if she ever wore any shorter skirts, and she said ‘Not really – I don’t think I have the legs for it’ ... and he said ‘Nonsense, you have amazing legs!’ And I guess she was flattered by that, and she said that wearing shorter skirts would be good for her self esteem. And I couldn’t really object to that. So she tried on a bunch of miniskirts at the mall, and we picked out some she really liked. Mostly they were on the shorter side, which I wasn’t too happy about...”
“How short are we talking?” I asked curiously.
“Mid-thigh length, and a bit shorter than that,” replied Dave. “The shortest one covered her arse with only a couple of inches to spare. Maybe three. It was really short! But she loved it, so I let her buy it.”
“I’m sure Dudley was happy about that,” I remarked wryly.
“Yeah,” said Dave, rolling his eyes. “I told Lola she would get into trouble for wearing a skirt that short, but she just shrugged and said ‘If I do, then I’ll stick to the slightly longer ones.’ I suggested she start out with a longer one, to test the waters, and she agreed. So, on Monday morning, she wore a tight black miniskirt that came down almost to mid-thigh. She did look good, I must admit. Anyway, Dudley apparently loved it – he kept making excuses to visit her cube.”
“I’m sure he did,” I chuckled.
“Unfortunately,” said Dave, “with the skirt being so tight, it got somewhat shorter while she was seated. And when he sat in her spare chair, and she swung her chair around to face him, she thinks he could see her panties.”
“Really?” I asked, my eyes widening. “Was he staring or something?”
“Yup, he certainly was,” said Dave. “Of course, Lola was quite embarrassed at first, and she crossed her legs and apologised for her skirt being so short, but Dudley said ‘No, it’s perfect! Your legs look fabulous!’ or words to that effect. Anyway he apparently said the right things to put her at ease, because on his next visit, she didn’t bother crossing her legs. He was so distracted by the view that he kept forgetting what he was about to say, which Lola thought was terribly funny.”
“She didn’t mind that he could probably see her panties?” I inquired.
“Nope,” said Dave. “She said, ‘They were clean and they were pretty – so what if he got a little peek?’ I told her I wasn’t thrilled about other men looking at her panties, but she just said there was no harm in it, and she reminded me that I get to see a whole lot more than her panties.”
“Fair point,” I acknowledged.
“Well ... yes,” said Dave. “But the next day she wore her very shortest skirt, and this time he actually complimented her on how pretty her panties were.”
“Cheeky bugger!” I said, astonished.
“I know!” agreed Dave. “But Lola didn’t mind at all! She just laughed and thanked him!”
“And she told you about this?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes – and I had to be careful not to act too shocked, so that she would feel safe talking to me about this stuff in the future. But, obviously, it was worrying.”
“I can see why,” I said. “But unless she was keeping something else from you, it sounds like it didn’t really amount to an affair.”
“At that point, no,” agreed Dave. “But now the groping was starting to get worse.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Well, during her performance review, he put his hand on her thigh,” said Dave. “Lola claimed it was just an innocent gesture – he was reassuring her that a costly mistake she had made wasn’t really a big deal. But when she showed me where his hand had been – well, it was pretty high up her thigh! And, as it turned out, it was just the first of several such incidents.”
“Not surprising, I suppose,” I said. “Since he got away with it once, he was bound to try it again.”
“Yeah,” sighed Dave. “Anyway, within a week Dudley’s visits to Lola’s cube basically went something like this. He would come up behind her, put his hands on her breasts, and fondle them through her top for a couple of minutes. Then he would sit down in her spare chair, and she would turn her own chair around, leaving her knees slightly apart so he could see her panties.”
“Really?” I said in amazement. “She admitted doing that on purpose?”
“Oh yes,” said Dave, nodding. “She said it was such fun seeing his face turn red as he stared up her skirt and complimented her on her choice of panties. She insisted it was just harmless fun, and in order to keep the flow of information coming, I told her I didn’t mind.”
“Brave of you!” I remarked.
“Anyway,” Dave continued, “invariably at some point Dudley would have something to say that he didn’t want other people to overhear, and so he would pull his chair forward until it was practically next to hers, so that he could lower his voice and she could still hear him.”
“Okay...?” I said.
“And then he would put his hand on her thigh,” said Dave. “Lola thinks he wasn’t even aware he was doing it, half the time – it was just an absent-minded thing.”
“That still leaves the other half of the time,” I noted.
“Lola says she didn’t stop him because he was usually at this point sharing interesting company information that otherwise she wouldn’t have heard about – not secret stuff, exactly, but juicy little tidbits that wouldn’t otherwise filter down to her level. Like the fact that the CEO had a shouting match with the safety director over the plans for the new office extension. Stuff like that. And while he was telling her this kind of thing, he would be stroking her upper thigh, and sometimes toying with the hem of her skirt. A couple of times – again, absent-mindedly, Lola thinks – he lifted the hem of her skirt up so high that even she could see her panties – from above!”
“Good grief!” I said.
“I know, right?” said Dave, rolling his eyes. “It’s hard to know whether she was just being naive, or being dishonest with me, or just being dishonest with herself. But she was clearly enjoying the attention. That weekend she went out and bought herself some more skirts – all extremely short – and from then on, that’s all she wore. A couple of them only just barely covered her bottom! And of course, when she sat down...”
“I can imagine!” I said fervently.
“On Monday evening, when she was describing Dudley’s latest visit to her cube, I casually asked her if she would mind showing me how she was sitting when she turned around to face him. And she did. But oh man – her knees were like a foot apart! Her panties – oh my gosh – at this point in the evening she hadn’t yet changed out of her work skirt – they were all lacy at the front, and totally on show!”
“Wow!” I said.
“And apparently his thigh-stroking got even worse – he had his hand buried deep between her upper thighs, and worked them so far up that his fingers were brushing against her panties! Lola says she knows this was unintentional, because he apologised for it immediately.”
“Well that’s something,” I said. “How did she respond to the apology?”
“She said ‘Don’t worry about it, Dudley’,” said Dave with a sigh. “And she giggled. Not exactly how I would have liked her to respond. And of course, it happened again the next day, and the next. By Friday of that week, she was sitting with her legs wide apart and he was ‘absent-mindedly’ stroking the front of her panties while they talked.”
“Holy crap!”
“At that point,” said Dave, “I decided things had gone far enough, but I knew I had to tread carefully. I’d effectively approved of everything that had happened up to that point, and I didn’t want to seem like I was behaving irrationally. So I decided I needed to meet Dudley myself, and try to get him to back off.”
“Smart move,” I said, nodding.
“So I suggested to Lola that she invite Dudley round for dinner on Saturday evening,” said Dave. “She thought that was a great idea, and called him right then and there. He accepted, and the next day, he turned up on our doorstep at seven o’clock.”
I was practically on the edge of my seat. “Go on,” I said. “What happened next?”
“Well, Lola had been shopping again,” said Dave, with a slight grimace. “After I’d got Dudley settled in the living room with a lager, in she came, all made up and gorgeous, wearing a ridiculously short dress that I’m pretty sure was even shorter than her shortest work skirt.”
“Uh-oh,” I said.
“Well Dudley was very appreciative,” said Dave, “and Lola seemed pleased as punch when he complimented her dress. In looking down at it, she hiked up the hem a bit, showing her panties to both me and Dudley. I’m sure that wasn’t intentional though.”
“Perhaps not,” I conceded.
“Anyway, I went through to the kitchen to check on dinner,” continued Dave. “I was only gone a couple of minutes, but when I came back into the living room, you’ll never guess what I saw!”
“I think I might,” I surmised.
“They were sitting side by side on the couch,” said Dave, outrage filling his voice, “Lola’s thighs were spread apart, and Dudley had his hand between her legs! Like, cupping her pussy through her panties!”
“Blimey!” I said.
Dave went on, “Of course I said, ‘Oi, what are you doing?’ Maybe a little less forcefully than that. And Lola said, ‘Oh come on Dave, you already know he does this.’ And I said ‘Well yes, but hearing about it and seeing it are two different things’. Then Dudley looked up at me, grinning all over his smug little face, and he said, ‘You don’t mind, do you Dave?’ And all the while he was stroking my wife’s pussy through her panties, bold as brass!”
“What did you say?” I asked, almost breathless with anticipation.
“Well,” said Dave, “it didn’t feel like the right time for a confrontation. I really wanted to have a man-to-man chat with him without Lola there. So for the moment I backed down, and said, ‘No, I suppose it’s fine.’ But I was kind of seething inside!”
“I’m sure you were!” I said sympathetically.
“But then Dudley said something that I actually found interesting,” said Dave. “He said something like, ‘You know Dave, I’ve got to admire you. Most chaps would be a bit funny about another man doing this with their wife. But I love that you are okay with Lola setting her own limits, rather than you dictating them to her. Very progressive of you.’ This caught me by surprise, I have to admit, and I said, ‘Well yes, I do consider myself a progressive thinker. Our marriage is definitely a partnership of equals.’“
“Fair enough,” I said, “but the question then becomes, where are Lola’s limits, exactly? And are you okay with them?”
Dave nodded. “Quite. Anyway I didn’t feel like leaving them alone together for too long, in case things escalated, but it wasn’t much fun standing there and watching Dudley caressing Lola’s pussy either. She seemed to be enjoying it, though. Anyway, fortunately dinner was just about ready, so I dished up and set out little tables in the living room. I asked if anyone wanted to watch a movie, and Dudley and Lola both said yes. I set up Lola’s place setting and mine on tables in front of the couch, giving Dudley the armchair.”
“Good thinking,” I said, nodding.
“Lola asked Dudley what sort of movies he likes, and Dudley said he likes action movies, crime thrillers, stuff like that,” said Dave. “So Lola got up and went over to our movie collection, and started asking Dudley if he’d seen this or that. We don’t have a lot of straight action films, and I’m not a fan of crime thrillers. We do have the first two Godfather films, but of course he’d seen those. Anyway, pretty soon Lola had worked her way down to the bottom shelf.”
“Oh!” I said. “And let me guess – her dress...”
“Right,” said Dave, glowering a little. “I don’t suppose she intended to show so much, but she was on her knees and elbows, and her entire arse was exposed – and what was worse, she was wearing a thong! It was quite a ... well, you can imagine the view.”
“I can indeed,” I assured him. “Did you say anything?”
“I didn’t get a chance!” said Dave. “Dudley beat me to it – he said ‘God, you’ve got a lovely arse, Lola.’ But did Lola cover herself in embarrassment? Did she heck! She just giggled, thanked him, and carried on looking through the DVDs. Finally she found V for Vendetta, which Dudley agreed to give a try.”
“I’ve seen that,” I said. “Good film.”
“Yup,” Dave agreed. “Dudley enjoyed it too. Afterwards Lola offered to make coffee, and I thought to myself, ‘Aha, now’s my chance to have a little chat with Dudley’. But it didn’t really work out that way, because as soon as Lola left the room, Dudley said, ‘Do you play cards, Dave?’ The question kind of derailed me, because of course Lola and I do play cards, quite a lot. It’s one of our favourite pastimes. So I said yes, and we got into a little discussion about whist variants. I was actually quite excited to have a fellow card player in the house, and when he suggested a game of poker, I happily agreed.”
“Poker?” I inquired. “For money?”
“I assumed it would just be for fun,” said Dave. “Foolishly. Anyway, Lola came back with the coffee, and we sat down around the card table to play. But then Dudley said, ‘How about we make this more interesting?’ I said ‘No thanks Dudley, we’re not wealthy people.’ But he said ‘I’m not talking high stakes. But it’s more fun if you’re playing for something. Do you have a penny jar?’ As it happens, we do, so we soon each had a little pile of ten pennies to play with.”
“Sounds like fun!” I said. “I enjoy a good game of poker.”
“Well, it was fun for a while,” said Dave, “but Lola bet too aggressively, and was soon out of pennies. For a few minutes Dudley and I played together, but then Lola said, ‘Any chance I can get back in the game?’ She was apparently getting tired of waiting for one of us to win. I’m a stickler for rules, so I was inclined to say ‘Not until I beat Dudley’ ... but then Dudley said ‘If you’re willing to bet your clothes, sure!’“
“Wow, he’s got a nerve!” I said.
“Yeah,” agreed Dave. “Lola and I both laughed at the silliness of his suggestion, but then Lola said, ‘Okay!’ And she started to take off her dress!”
“Good grief!” I said.
“I immediately said ‘Whoa!’ but then Dudley and Lola looked at me, and I had to quickly think how to follow up,” said Dave. “Having established earlier that I let Lola set her own limits, I could hardly dictate them now. So I just said, ‘Until Lola actually loses her dress, I think she should get to leave it on. And wouldn’t it make sense to bet your shoes first, darling?’ To which she replied that she had taken them off earlier in the kitchen because they were hurting her feet. Anyway, Dudley agreed, but it didn’t make much difference – Lola lost the next hand, and off came the dress.”
“Goodness!” I said.
“She seemed a little embarrassed to be sitting there in her undies,” said Dave, “but that didn’t stop her from playing! She said, ‘Okay I suppose I’m betting my bra next.’“
“Let me guess – she lost the next hand?” I hazarded.
“Badly,” Dave confirmed. “And, to my horror, she unhooked her bra and took it off! Dudley was delighted, of course – he said ‘Wow, what beautiful breasts you have, Lola!’ Which she does, but that’s hardly the point!”
“Jesus!” I exclaimed. “So she was just sitting there topless?”
“It gets worse!” said Dave. “She then bet her panties ... and lost again! So she stood up, and took them off! I don’t know if this was unintentional or not, but she was directly facing Dudley as she slowly lowered them, and his eyes were glued to her pussy as it came into view. Once she was completely naked, she said, ‘Well I suppose I’m really out of the game now!’ And she just stood there and watched, until the end of the game. I won; I think Dudley was too distracted to play well.”
“Not surprising!” I said. “But ... holy cow.”
“After the game, I said ‘This has been fun, but it’s getting late.’ And Dudley said, ‘Yeah I’ve had a blast – maybe we can do this again next weekend?’ And Lola said ‘Ooh yes, that’s a great idea!’ I might have been inclined to object, but I hadn’t yet had a chance to talk to Dudley alone, and thought maybe I’d have another shot at it next time. So I agreed. Lola and I showed Dudley to the door, and Dudley shook my hand and thanked me for a nice evening. Then he hugged Lola – who was still naked, mind you ... and gave her a kiss on the lips!”
“What??” I said.
“Yeah, it was a little too intimate for my liking,” said Dave. “I know the continentals kiss each other on the lips when they part, but it’s not really a British custom! Perhaps Dudley has French grandparents or something. I also didn’t like the fact that he reached down and grabbed her buttocks while he was kissing her. And he didn’t let go of them when the kiss stopped – he kept squeezing them while telling her he was looking forward to seeing her on Monday morning. Anyway, finally he left, much to my relief. I did consider going with him to his car, and having my little chat with him, but to be honest I was just happy to see the back of him by that point.”
“Understandable,” I said.
“I really should have made the effort, though,” continued Dave, “and I soon came to regret not having done so. You see, throughout the following week the gropings just got worse and worse. And still Lola continued to regard it as just funny, innocent and harmless!”
“What exactly was he doing with her, at this point?” I inquired.
“Well, typically he’d come up behind her, grab a breast with one hand, and reach between her legs with the other. She would spread her legs, and he would stroke her pussy through her panties. On Tuesday, though, he said to her, ‘You know, Lola, you have such pretty breasts – you should show off a bit more cleavage. And he unfastened a button on her blouse!”
“Did she object?” I asked.
“Not in the slightest,” said Dave ruefully. “In fact she agreed, and for the rest of the week she wore tight blouses with lots of cleavage showing. And soon Dudley was actually reaching inside her blouse, and fondling her breasts through her bra. And at lunchtimes, every day he would take her out in his car. They would grab a sandwich or something, then go somewhere quiet to eat. And then Lola would recline her seat, and spread her legs while Dudley massaged her pussy through her panties.”
“But ... things escalated?” I said.
“Well yes,” said Dave. “On Thursday Dudley told Lola that her breasts are so firm and perky that she doesn’t really need to wear a bra. Which I don’t agree with – she’s a D-cup after all – but Lola ditched her bra without a moment’s hesitation. Took it off right there at her desk! And Dudley immediately slipped his hands inside her top and started groping her breasts directly, with no bra in the way!”
“Oh man,” I marvelled.
“I knew that I would have to take firm steps the next time I saw him,” said Dave. “Particularly after what happened on the Friday. At lunchtime he took her out as usual, and after they ate, Lola lay back and spread her legs. Well, Dudley started chatting with her, while absent-mindedly playing with the buttons on her blouse. Pretty soon he’d popped them all open, whereupon he pulled her blouse open, completely exposing her breasts.”
“Jeez – getting bolder and bolder!” I said.
“That wasn’t the worst part,” said Dave with a heavy sigh. “After playing with her breasts for a bit, he moved down to her panties ... and stroked her pussy so long and so intensely that her panties got dragged to one side, so that he was actually rubbing her pussy directly. And Lola ... I don’t think she intended to ... but she actually had an orgasm.”
“Oh Dave!” I said in dismay. “Did that finally convince her that things had gone a little too far?”
“She did feel guilty, at least,” said Dave, “though she swore it was an accident, and I was happy to take her word for it. But it certainly strengthened my resolve.”
“So, Dudley came for dinner again the next day?” I asked.
“Actually no – he said it was his turn to host, so we went to his house,” replied Dave. “Nice house, I have to admit! He showed us all over it. He has a basement with a workout room and a hot tub!”
“Wow,” I said. “Is he rich!”
“He’s pretty well-off,” said Dave. “We actually found out quite a bit about him. He’s done a lot. He studied medicine at university, then dropped out to become a professional tennis player for several years, until he injured his back ... then he worked as a personal trainer and physical therapist, then he went back to college to study business.”
“Impressive!” I said. “So how did dinner go?”
Dave sighed. “Dinner itself was okay. Lola had been out earlier and bought herself a new dress. Well she called it a dress – it looked more like a nightie to me. It was incredibly short – it didn’t even fully cover her bottom at the back, and she was wearing another thong beneath. No bra of course.”
“Sounds like a very sexy look!” I said.
“Oh, it was – she looked great,” acknowledged Dave. “Too sexy for dinner with her boss, though, in my opinion! Anyway, dinner was very nice – Dudley’s an excellent cook – and afterwards we went into the living room, where Lola sat down on the couch. Dudley sat next to her before I got a chance, and he immediately started rubbing her pussy through her thong, while she lay back, closed her eyes, and spread her legs wide apart. I had to sit down on the other side of Dudley. I tried to engage him in conversation, but he was very focused on Lola’s pussy. I took a look over his shoulder, and was alarmed to see that already Lola’s thong was getting pushed to one side. I could actually see her clit and the opening of her vagina.”
“Yikes,” I said. “You must have been freaking out! What did you do?”
“I knew I had to act quickly!” said Dave. “I didn’t want to suggest another game of cards, for fear Lola would lose what little clothing she had on. So I said, ‘Hey Dudley, can we take a closer look at your workout room?’“
“Good thinking!” I said. “Did it work?”
“Yup!” replied Dave. “He immediately got up and led us both downstairs, where Lola and I both tried out some of his equipment. Of course, he couldn’t resist stroking Lola’s pussy while she was trying out his fancy exercise machine. I was on his rowing machine at that point and couldn’t see very well, but I had a nasty feeling that Lola’s thong was out of position. I couldn’t be sure though, so I chose to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
“Generous of you,” I commented.
“Anyway, then Lola suggested the hot tub, and I reminded her that we hadn’t brought swimsuits. Dudley said ‘That doesn’t matter – you can skinny-dip, I don’t mind’. I said I didn’t really fancy skinny-dipping in a hot tub, but Lola was already skipping over to the hot tub and taking her dress off! Then she took off her thong, and jumped in!”
“Wow. And did you get in too?” I asked.
“Not at first,” said Dave. “Dudley fetched a couple of towels, and then he stripped off and climbed in with Lola. He was sitting awfully close to her, and I couldn’t see what his hand was doing ... but then Lola giggled, and I panicked. I quickly took off my clothes, and then jumped in. Dudley said ‘Good for you, Dave! Nice, isn’t it?’ And it was indeed very nice. A while later – not sure how long – Dudley and Lola got out, and dried themselves off. Lola made absolutely no attempt to dry herself discreetly – she seemed to be enjoying Dudley leering at her naked body. Then I got out ... but there was no towel for me! I was standing there naked and dripping wet, with my hands clasped over my tackle, feeling very embarrassed! Dudley apologised, and said he would fetch another towel from upstairs.”
“Decent of him,” I said with a slight smirk.
“So he wrapped his towel around his waist, and Lola wrapped hers around her chest ... and the two of them went upstairs. A minute or so later, Dudley came back down, and handed me a towel. Then he said, ‘Lola seems to have pulled a muscle in her back – she thinks she did it on the exercise machine.’ I replied ‘Uh-oh ... is she okay?’ And he said ‘Yes she’s fine, but a good massage will probably help. It’s one of the skills I picked up in my years as a fitness trainer, so I’ve offered to give her a quick one upstairs.’“
“That sounds ominous...” I remarked.
“Yeah – I wasn’t too thrilled,” said Dave. “But if Lola had really wrenched her back, and a massage would help, I didn’t want to tell her she couldn’t have one. So I said ‘Okay...’ and he said ‘I’ll see you up there.’ And off he went, leaving me to get myself dried and dressed. Five minutes later, I went upstairs ... and found them together in Dudley’s bedroom.”
“Jeez – what were they doing?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Well, Dudley was massaging her shoulders at that point,” said Dave. “What made me anxious was that Lola was lying on his bed on her front, completely naked. Dudley fortunately still had his towel wrapped around his waist. He had a little bottle of oil, which he was using in the massage – Lola’s whole back was glistening with the stuff. I said ‘Um, how’s it going?’ And Lola said ‘Oh Dave, this feels so good – you should try it!’ Then Dudley said ‘Absolutely – it would do you good to loosen up those muscles, Dave. I’d be happy to give you a good going-over.’ I think I shuddered, and I said ‘No thanks, I’m fine.’“
“The offer does suggest his intentions were honourable though,” I pointed out.
Dave nodded. “It did put me a bit more at ease with the situation. I took a seat on the edge of the bed, and just watched as Dudley worked his way down Lola’s back. When he got to her bottom, and started kneading her buttocks, I said ‘Is that really necessary...?’ And Dudley said, ‘I figured I would give Lola a full-body massage, and she agreed. There’s a lot of arse musculature, mate! It wouldn’t do to skip the glutes.’ And that did make sense, but I was uneasy with how deep his fingers were sinking between her buttocks, and how much time he was spending on them. Eventually though, to my relief, he moved down to her feet.”
“I suppose full nudity is appropriate for a full-body massage,” I mused.
“Yeah,” said Dudley, “and that’s pretty much what I was telling myself. But as he worked his hands up Lola’s legs towards her arse, I found myself getting anxious again. He was sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Then it seemed like he was actually rubbing her pussy – but as I opened my mouth to object, he suddenly stopped and said, ‘Okay Lola, could you turn over please?’“
“Seriously?” I said.
“I know!” said Dave. “But, as Dudley explained, there are plenty of muscles on the front of your body. A full-body massage can’t afford to ignore those. And so I had to merely cringe in discomfort at the sight of Lola turning over, displaying her naked breasts and pussy to Dudley as he started massaging her upper chest. It wasn’t long before he reached her breasts, and I was quite uncomfortable with the way he squeezed and caressed them, and the length of time he spent on them. I don’t think there is any muscle tissue in breasts, but Dudley did say the oil was very good for the skin, so I let it slide.”
“Also,” I said, “it’s not like it was his first time fondling her breasts.”
“Exactly,” said Dave. “Not much point getting all upset over something I hadn’t objected to previously. Anyway soon he moved on to her belly ... and it really surprised me that Lola didn’t get all ticklish – she’s one of the most ticklish people I’ve ever met.”
“I suppose a good masseur needs to know how to massage without tickling,” I suggested.
“Yes, I suppose so,” agreed Dave. “And there’s no doubt he was good. Lola was cooing and purring like some sort of ... really happy ... um...”
“Pigeon-cat?” I hazarded.
“The point is, it seemed like it was a really great massage,” said Dave. “Dudley clearly knew his craft. But as he moved down her abdomen towards her pussy, I started getting concerned again. I mean, he was thoroughly going over every inch of skin, so it didn’t really surprise me when he slid his hand down over her pussy … but I couldn’t help making a little anxious noise. Dudley said, ‘You seem tense, Dave – seems like you need a massage more than Lola! Are you sure I can’t interest you in one? No charge, of course.’ And all the while, he was blatantly massaging Lola’s labia! But then he moved down to her upper thighs, and I relaxed a little, and said, ‘No, I’m fine.’“
“Perhaps you should have accepted his offer,” I said.
Dave shook his head. “What if he’d wanted to massage my willy? I mean, I hadn’t ruled out the possibility that this was all completely above board and a normal part of a full-body massage. I still haven’t, quite honestly. Later parts, yeah, I’m pretty sure are not a standard part of a normal massage...”
“Why? What later parts?” I asked.
“Well he massaged her outer thighs and shins, then he worked his way back up the insides of her legs, until he reached her pussy again. But then he lifted her knees up and pushed them apart, so that she was like, completely exposed! All her intimate parts, just totally on display! Even Lola gasped, and I said ‘Whoa! What’s this now?’“
“That’s crazy!” I said. “What the heck did he say?”
“Well, he began massaging her groin,” said Dave, “either side of her pussy, and he said, ‘Groin injuries are more easily sustained than you’d think, Dave. Keeping the skin supple, and the muscles relaxed, helps a lot to prevent a strain.’ Which I was willing to accept, but then he went back to massaging her pussy, from her labia and clit all the way down to her vagina. Lola said, ‘Mmm, that’s nice, and I’m sure it was, but jeez! And then ... he actually slid his middle finger into her vagina!”
“No!” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“I said, ‘What the hell, Dudley!’ And he replied ‘Good grief, Dave, would you calm down? I’m just massaging Lola’s vagina. It’s one of the most effective ways to de-stress and completely relax the body.’ Then he put another finger inside her and began ... I don’t know how else to say it ... finger-fucking her! Right in front of me!”
“Oh man!” I said. “What was Lola’s reaction to this?”
“She started moaning! I said, ‘Lola, surely you’re not okay with this?’ And she said, ‘Darling, this whole massage has felt so amazing and been so wonderfully relaxing! This feels so good...’ And Dudley said, ‘You see, Dave? This is all just part of the service – there’s nothing improper about it. Yes, it’s an erotic massage ... and why not? They do wonders for a person.’ All this time he kept on thrusting his fingers in and out of her, while his thumb rubbed her clitoris. And while I struggled to think how to respond, Lola climaxed, very loudly.”
“Holy shit!” I said. “That was some massage!”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” grumbled Dave. “But I thought to myself, at least it’s over. In hindsight, that was rather naive of me!”
“Why, what happened next?” I asked eagerly.
“Well Lola could barely even move for a couple of minutes, but when she did, she sat up and said, ‘Dudley, that massage was just magical. I don’t know how to repay you!’ And Dudley said, ‘Even shorter skirts at work?’ And Lola giggled and said ‘Sure thing, boss! But I’d really like to return the favour in kind. Can I try giving you a massage?’ And Dudley laughed and said, ‘That’s sweet of you. Sure, why not?’“
“Ugh – don’t tell me you watched her massage him?” you inquire. “Was he naked?”
“Yup,” replied Dave glumly. “Which was fine when he was on his front ... well, not exactly fine, but not too awful. But when he turned over on to his back, ugh ... he had a raging hard-on!”
“Blech!” I said. “Did you leave the room?”
“No,” said Dave. “I wanted to keep an eye on them. You see, to make it easier for her to massage his shoulders evenly, Lola had climbed on top of him, straddling him. She climbed off when he turned over – for which I was grateful – but she didn’t stay off for long. Having massaged his legs, she straddled him again, sitting on his thighs, and started working her way up his torso.”
“She didn’t massage his dick?” I asked, a little surprised.
“I think she was planning to save it for last,” said Dave. “But by the time she reached his chest, she was pretty much sitting on his erection, and as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, her pussy was sliding back and forth on his willy. Both of them were well-oiled by then, of course, so there wasn’t much friction between them. Anyway, I was concerned about the proximity of their genitalia, so I got my head down and watched closely, to see what was going on.”
“Not a pleasant view, I imagine!” I said with a shudder.
“Not really,” agreed Dave. “His erection was sliding between her buttocks at first, but then she leaned forward a bit, arching her back ... and I could see her labia splayed either side of his shaft. I said, ‘Hey Lola – I’m not sure I like the way your pussy is rubbing Dudley’s willy.’ And Lola replied, ‘Well Dudley massaged my vagina – it’s only fair that I should massage his penis.’ Then Dudley said, ‘And this way, your pussy is getting a nice extra massage too. It’s a win-win!’ And Lola said, ‘Yes! This does feel nice for me too.’ I didn’t want to seem like a Negative Nancy, so I just said, ‘Okay, carry on – just be careful please.’ But then Lola moved her hands up to Dudley’s shoulders, and as her pussy shifted forwards, it cleared the head of his willy, which popped up to an angle of about, oh, thirty degrees I’d say. When Lola slid back, it damn near slid into her vagina!”
“Oh mate!” I said, alarmed.
“This all happened very quickly,” continued Dave. “I’d barely had time to say ‘Hey...’ when she slid forward again. The next time she slid back, Dudley’s dick poked against her again, about half an inch above her vagina. I said, ‘Careful, you two!’ But no sooner had I said that, than Lola slid back yet again, and this time Dudley’s erection scored a bullseye. To my utter horror, about a third of it sank into Lola’s vagina!”
“Jesus, Dave!” I exclaimed.
“I shrieked ‘Lola!’, and both Dudley and Lola gasped in surprise – it was obviously an accident – and as Lola pulled forward again, and Dudley’s willy popped out, Dudley said ‘So sorry mate!’ And Lola said ‘Sorry darling! Not sure how that happened!’ I was a little reassured by their reactions, and I said, ‘Okay, don’t worry about it, but please be more careful!’ Then they resumed the massage, but Dudley’s hard-on continued prodding Lola near her vagina, and it wasn’t more than a few seconds before the same thing happened again – only this time, it sank deeper! I said ‘Hey...’ but Lola had already slid forward and back again. This time, though, Dudley’s dick didn’t come all the way out, and as Lola slid back, it sank almost all the way in!”
“Oh my God?” I said, stunned.
“I said, ‘Lola, please!’ And she said, ‘Oops!’ And Dudley said, ‘Okay, let’s not overreact. Internal or external, we’re still giving each other a nice mutual genital massage. Instead of constantly stressing about whether, or when, my cock’s going to pop back inside Lola, why not just leave it in there for the duration of the massage? I think we’re almost done – wouldn’t you say, Lola?’ And she replied ‘Yes I suppose so.’ And she started sliding back and forth again – and I watched, revolted, as Dudley’s erection eased in and out of my wife’s vagina. I was feeling very stressed and anxious, it I knew I had to say something to mitigate the awfulness of the situation. So I said, ‘All right, go ahead and finish the massage ... but Dudley, I’d like a private word with you afterwards, if I may.’“
I was appalled. “But mate, they were having sex! You agreed to let them finish that??”
“It wasn’t sex,” Dave said firmly, “as Dudley pointed out to me later. Sex is so much more than just a physical act – it’s emotion and connection and mutual attraction and lust and all that. This was just a mutual genital massage. It may have been an uncomfortable sight for the husband, but I don’t see it as Lola cheating on me with Dudley. I was right there, the initial penetration was clearly an accident ... and I agreed to the remainder of the genital massage being internal. It was all above board.”
I shuddered. “Still – hard to watch, I imagine! But at least you laid the groundwork for your chat with Dudley – that was a good move.”
Dave nodded. “Of course, then it occurred to me that Lola isn’t on the pill, so I became very anxious at the thought of Dudley coming inside her.”
“She’s not on the pill?” I said in surprise. “Are you two trying for a baby?”
“Not really,” said Dave with a shrug. “There’s just not much point. My sperm count is practically nonexistent.”
“How did you find that out?” I asked curiously.
“My first girlfriend was a professor at Uni,” said Dave. “I was obsessed with her – she was in her late thirties, had just split up with her husband, and she was desperate for a baby. Her husband apparently hadn’t wanted children. I tried to oblige, but it didn’t happen despite lots and lots of sex ... eventually I went to the doctor and found out about my sperm problem.”
“Bad luck, mate,” I said sympathetically.
“I’m sure Dudley doesn’t have that problem,” said Dave bitterly. “So anyway, as Lola resumed raising and lowering herself on Dudley’s willy, I said, ‘Please try to pull out before you climax, Dudley – Lola’s not on the pill.’ And Dudley said, ‘Noted!’ I couldn’t help noticing that Lola had stopped massaging Dudley’s shoulders – she was just bouncing up and down on his dick, while he held on to her hips. Apparently it was all about the genital massage now. I had no particular reason to keep watching, I suppose, but the sight of Dudley’s erection thrusting in and out of Lola’s vagina was a mesmerising sight. Disturbing, of course, but sort of fascinating too.”
“Weird,” I said. “I don’t think I could have watched that, in your position.”
“Then,” continued Dave, “Lola bounced up a little too high, and Dudley’s willy came out of her. She said ‘Oops!’, and Dudley said, ‘Uh-oh – Dave, would you mind popping it back in?’“
My jaw dropped. “He said what??? Tell me you didn’t...”
Dave shrugged uncomfortably. “Well, they were both looking at me expectantly, waiting for me... And I was just standing there, doing nothing. I dunno, it just seemed like a way to be involved in the proceedings.”
I groaned. “Oh, Dave!”
Dave’s cheeks flushed. “Don’t get judgmental, okay? I was making the best of an awkward situation.”
“I’m sorry,” I said contritely. “You’re right. Please go on.”
Dave sighed. “So I gritted my teeth, took hold of Dudley’s cock, and held it upright, positioning it beneath Lola’s vagina as she lowered herself back down. And the bouncing resumed. But after a minute or two, Dudley said to Lola, ‘Can we switch positions?’ And she said ‘Sure’. She climbed off him, lay down on her back, and spread her legs. Then he climbed on top of her, shoved his dick into her, and started, um, massaging her vagina again. Very hard and fast. Lola was moaning in great pleasure by now, and she wrapped her legs around his back. Then, suddenly, Dudley groaned, and his whole body sort of shook. I could see his dick was still fully inside Lola, and I said, ‘Hey, did you just climax, Dudley?’ And he replied, ‘Sorry Dave, I just couldn’t bring myself to pull out – it felt too good!’ Then Lola said, ‘Don’t worry about it – I’m glad you stayed inside me. Dave, I’ll get a morning-after pill, all right?’ And I said, ‘Okay’, though I was far from happy!”
“Understandably!” I said.
“Anyway, Dudley took a couple of minutes to get his breath back, and then he pulled his dick out of Lola, and climbed off her. And then he said, ‘You wanted a chat, Dave?’ I said ‘Yes, in private.’ And Lola said ‘Okay, I’ll go downstairs and fetch my clothes.’ She got off the bed, left the room, and toddled off downstairs. Dudley said, ‘What’s on your mind, Dave?’“
“This should be good!” I said. “What did you say?”
Dave pursed his lips. “I said, ‘Dudley, are you in love with Lola?’ I felt it was an important question.”
“A very good question!” I agreed. “How did he respond?”
“In an encouraging way, I have to admit!” said Dave. “He actually looked shocked at the suggestion. He said, ‘Absolutely not, Dave! And she isn’t in love with me. She loves YOU, mate! And don’t you forget it.’ I was so relieved to hear that! But I wasn’t done, of course. I said, ‘Dudley, I’ve been concerned about how, um, intimate you’ve been getting with Lola. I think we should set some limits.’ And he replied, ‘I thought you were happy for Lola to set her own?’ Which, of course, I had indeed said. I hated to have to backtrack, but I said, ‘To a point, yes. But my own comfort level has to count for something, right?’“
“I totally agree,” I said. “But did Dudley?”
“Surprisingly, he did!” said Dave. “He said ‘Fair enough, mate. What did you have in mind?’ I said, ‘Well, let’s start with the mutual genital massages...’ And Dudley said, ‘Oh mate – did you see how much Lola loved that? Surely you’re not going to tell her she can’t do that again...?’ That’s actually exactly what I was going to say, but he was right – Lola would probably have been very unhappy if I’d banned it outright. So I thought of a compromise. I said, ‘No, it’s fine ... but can you please do it without the whole penetration thing?’ He thought about this, then said, ‘Mate, as you saw for yourself, penetration is hard to avoid. And remember you actually helped us with it. It’s just a another form of genital massage – I think you may be reading too much into it. And if we have to worry about avoiding accidental penetration all the time we’re massaging each other, it’s going to be a lot more stressful and a lot less fun for both of us. You wouldn’t want that, would you?’ And I said, ‘Well no, of course not ... but I’m just concerned about you coming inside her when she’s not on the pill.’“
“A very legitimate concern!” I said. “Surely he saw that?”
“Actually yes,” said Dave. “He said, ‘Yeah, I can totally understand you not wanting me to knock up your wife. But if you’ll give your approval on the penetrative mutual genital massages, then I will give you my assurance that I will do my best not to get Lola pregnant.’ This seemed like the best deal I was going to get, so I said, ‘Okay, that sounds good.’ And he said ‘Great! But, you know, that phrase – penetrative mutual genital massage – it’s very long and clumsy. Do you mind if we just call it fucking, for short? We both know what it really means.’ And I said, ‘Um, sure’. After all, I figured it didn’t really make a difference what we called it.”
“I suppose not,” I said. “Still, I don’t imagine you can be happy with having given your consent to Dudley fucking your wife!”
“It’s not real fucking, though,” said Dave awkwardly. “That’s just shorthand. Anyway, then something else occurred to me, and I said, ‘One more thing, Dudley. No kissing.’ He looked surprised, and said, ‘That’s a little harsh, isn’t it? After all the naked massaging and pleasure we’ve given each other ... and you’re not even going to let Lola kiss me goodbye?’ And when he put it like that, it did sound a little unreasonable. So I clarified: ‘No tongue-kissing, I mean.’ That made him laugh! He said, ‘Dave, you’ve given your approval for me to put my dick in your wife’s vagina, but a little French kiss is forbidden? Doesn’t that seem a little silly to you? Why not ban something more explicitly sexual, like, I dunno, blowjobs?’ Now the thought of Lola giving Dudley a blowjob was rather horrifying, so I immediately latched on to that. I said, ‘Good point! No blowjobs, please!’ And he said, ‘But tongue-kisses are okay?’ And I said, ‘I suppose so. Just keep them to a minimum.’“
“I feel like these negotiations didn’t go as well as you would have wanted,” I observed.
“They didn’t,” Dave admitted, “but Dudley did offer one further concession.”
“Oh?” I inquired.
“Yeah, he said ‘Dave, it occurs to me that it’ll be rough on you, while you’re at work, not knowing if I’m fucking your wife at her own workplace at that moment. Right here, now, you can supervise and see what’s going on. But you can’t do that during the week, and I think that’s a problem.’ To which I replied, ‘I agree Dudley, and I’m glad you think so!’ Then he said, ‘I propose to send you photo updates throughout the day, showing you what we’re doing. That way, there won’t be any surprises when Lola gets home and tells you how her day went.’ I said, ‘Okay – thank you – that would be great.’“
“Really, Dave?” I inquired. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I thought so at the time,” said Dave gloomily, “but I’m certainly in two minds about it now. Anyway, to finish the story, Lola came back upstairs, still naked but carrying her dress, thong and shoes. Dudley said, ‘Dave and I have been talking, and we’ve come up with some ground rules for what you and I can do together.’ Lola looked surprised and said, ‘Do I get a say in these rules?’ Dudley replied, ‘Oh I’m sure Dave will appreciate your input. But this is about what he’s willing to tolerate. Dave, do you want to outline the rules...?’ So I did.”
“What did she think?” I asked.
“Well, first I said, ‘I’m okay with Dudley fucking you – by which I mean the two of you giving each other a mutual penetrative genital massage. As long as it stays at that level, I’m okay with it.’ Lola looked very surprised but excited by this. Then I said, ‘However, no blowjobs! Kissing with tongues is okay, but keep it to a minimum. And Dudley’s promised not to get you pregnant.’ Dudley jumped in there and reminded me that he’d promised only to TRY not to get Lola pregnant. I acknowledged this, then I asked Lola if she was happy with the rules. She said, ‘Yes, they sound fine!’ She seemed really happy.”
“I’m sure she was!” I said with a chuckle.
“Anyway I said that Lola and I should be getting home, and we all headed downstairs. At the door, Lola kissed Dudley goodbye – a very long, sloppy kiss with lots of tongue involved, ugh – and Dudley was fingering her pussy while kissing her. Then we left. I nervously suggested to Lola that she put her dress on before Dudley’s neighbours saw her – and she got dressed on his garden path. Then we drove home.”
“Wow,” I said. “What an amazing story!”
“So that was last Saturday,” said Dave. “The next day Lola spent some time with her sewing machine, shortening several of her skirts. She modelled them for me afterwards – they were outrageous! Not a single one of them completely covered her bottom, and with a couple of them, I could see her panties even from the front! I said, ‘Lola, you’re going to get into so much trouble!’ But she replied ‘I doubt it – I mostly work with men, and none of them has objected to my skirts so far.’“
“Amazing,” I said.
“Yesterday morning,” said Dave, “I was feeling sick to my stomach as she drove off to work. And half an hour later, the first photo arrived...”
“What photo?” I asked.
“A photo of Lola,” said Dave with a pained expression, “lying naked on a table, with Dudley’s dick buried in her vagina. She was smiling up at the camera – clearly Dudley had taken the photo. I know I agreed to the photo updates, but ... they’re hard to look at, you know?”
“I can imagine,” I said. “Have there been many photos?”
“Dozens,” said Dave with a grimace. “Sometimes an hour or so goes by with no photos ... then several will come, spaced a few minutes apart. Most of them show Dudley’s fingers or willy in Lola’s vagina, but a few just show him groping her breasts or cupping her pussy. Anyway last night Lola told me that her tiny skirt stayed on for precisely twenty minutes before Dudley stripped her naked and fucked her in a conference room. After that, he asked her to wear only her blouse – unbuttoned – and her panties for the rest of the day. And she did!”
“Crumbs!” I said.
Then Dave’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out warily, stared at it for a moment, then said, “Oh my God!”
“What? What?” I was eager to know.
Dave, apparently lost for words, held out his phone. I took it and looked at the picture displayed. Having met her a couple of times, I recognised Lola at once, though to see her naked was eye-opening. She was sitting on the lap of an older, but undeniably handsome man, whose erect cock was buried deep in her vagina. He was cupping her breasts with his hands, and both of them were grinning at the camera. It was a very arousing photo, but I could immediately see why Dave was so worked up.
“That’s not a selfie!” I said. “Who the heck took this photo!”
“That’s what I want to know!” said Dave, taking his phone back. He hurriedly typed into his phone. “I just texted him back saying ‘Who took this?’“
“I suppose it’s possible he set it on a timer...?” I suggested.
But Dave’s groans a minute later killed that hypothesis. Again, he showed me his phone. The latest photo showed three men – two in their thirties, I guessed, and another in his fifties. They were all standing in the entrance to Lola’s cube, all grinning. “Good grief!” I said. “Dudley’s been fucking Lola with an audience???”
“Apparently!” exclaimed Dave. “I did wonder how Dudley was managing to get away with all this stuff without the rest of the team knowing about it. Mystery solved! Ugh – what a nightmare...”
Something occurred to me. “You said earlier that you suspected Lola was having an affair, but you weren’t sure. I’m curious what you meant by that. I mean, you know her boss is fucking her!”
“Yeah but with my permission,” said Dave. “And it’s not real fucking, as I’ve explained. No – what’s worrying me is that they’ve both shown a lack of restraint, and I’m not sure if they’re sticking to the rules or not. Is there stuff going on that I don’t know about? Because if there is ... that’s a bona fide affair.”
“I see,” I said, nodding. “So you’re worried she might be giving him blowjobs?”
“Yeah, I suppose,” said Dave. “And that Dudley is deliberately coming inside Lola’s vagina.”
“Well,” I said, “would you like my advice?”
“Yes please!” said Dave.
“Un-ban the blowjobs,” I said. “It’s really not that big of a deal if she’s giving him blowjobs, since he’s fucking her anyway, and while they’re still off limits, they are a tempting taboo. If blowjobs are allowed, then there’s no rule to break, and everything they do is above board.”
“That makes sense,” admitted Dave. “So you think I shouldn’t set any limits at all? What about the pregnancy thing?”
“Scrap that rule too,” I said. “Tell Dudley he can come in Lola’s vagina as much as he wants. If she gets pregnant ... would that be so bad? You can’t get her pregnant yourself – why not have Dudley do it, since he’s now fucking her anyway? It’s a way for you to get something really tremendous out of this situation.”
“But ... it wouldn’t be mine!” said Dave unhappily. “It would be Dudley’s!”
“No, it would be yours and Lola’s,” I said. “Screw biology. My parents adopted me when I was two, but they are my real parents – not the man and woman who gave me my DNA and bugger-all else.”
“I was forgetting you were adopted,” said Dave. “I suppose it’s worth considering. But what if Dudley decides he wants visitation rights or something?”
“He’d be entitled to them,” you concede, “if he can prove paternity. But then he’d have to pay you child support, which would work out pretty well for you I’m guessing. But I suspect he’ll be quite happy to waive his rights and responsibilities.”
Dave was growing visibly excited at this line of thought, but then his phone buzzed again. “What ... the ... fuck!” he exclaimed.
“What?” I asked, intrigued.
Dave shuddered. “I shouldn’t really be showing you these ... but you’ve been a good listener, and you know the full story now ... and apparently Lola doesn’t mind being watched...” He handed me his phone.
Lola was bent over her desk, with one foot up on it, and Dudley was standing behind her, with his erection lodged in her anus. She looked thrilled.
“She’s never wanted to try anal sex!” said Dave morosely. “Not with me, anyway.”
“Cheer up mate,” I said. “Think of the baby you’ll probably soon have.” I started flipping back through all of the other Lola photos. “Is it okay if I look through the rest of these...?”
“I suppose so,” said Dave dolefully. “Enjoy.”
“When are you going to tell Dudley and Lola about the new rules?” I asked him. “Or rather, the new lack of rules?”
Dave sighed. “This evening I suppose,” he said. “Dudley’s coming around again, with a friend of his who likes to play Bridge. He’s requested that Lola answer the door naked, and stay naked for the entire evening. Lola’s very excited about that idea.”
“Oh!” I said. Suddenly Lola’s introduction to anal sex made sense. I had visions of her happily being fucked tonight simultaneously by two erect cocks – neither of them belonging to Dave. “Well, that’ll complicate things…”