Sexual Harassment

by Arthur Saxon
meganeura@hotmail.com

Gary Sutton had just returned to his desk from the kitchen when his boss, Wayne, sauntered over. “Hey Gary,” he said. “As our resident expert, would you mind giving Sabrina some PIMS training?”

“Sure!” said Gary. “I’ve got some time now, if that works.”

Sabrina, who was hovering behind Wayne, nodded. “Now is fine,” she said.

“Excellent!” said Wayne.

“I’ll grab a conference room,” said Gary. “Fewer distractions.”

In the conference room two minutes later, he set up his laptop in front of Sabrina, then he sat down and rolled his chair close to hers. “So, how’s your orientation going?” he inquired.

“Good thanks,” she replied. “I’m pretty much done, I think. Just got the sexual harassment training left – that’s at four o’clock.”

“Ah yes,” said Gary. “An uncomfortable topic, but a necessary one ... particularly in the light of all this Hollywood stuff that’s coming to light.”

“Isn’t it awful?” said Sabrina. “That Harvey Weinstein – just amazing what he’s gotten away with, all these years.”

“Indeed,” Gary agreed. “Well fortunately we don’t have any Harvey Weinsteins here.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” said Sabrina with a shiver. “Because quite honestly, I just can’t bring myself to stand up to guys like that. And I wouldn’t dare make a fuss afterwards. I hate to make waves, you know?”

“Seriously?” asked Gary in surprise. “So if one of the big executives here did something inappropriate ... you’d just ... put up with it?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” admitted Sabrina. “It could be anyone, actually, not just the bigwigs. I’ve never been very good at standing up to that kind of thing.”

“Sounds like you’ve had some experience of it, then...?” Gary ventured. “Not that it’s any of my business.”

Sabrina shrugged. “The guys at school liked to take advantage of the fact that I was an easy target for groping ... and my boss at my last job got a bit, well, Weinsteiny.”

“Is that why you left?” Gary asked.

“Oh, no,” said Sabrina. “I got laid off along with about a third of the workforce when the company downsized.”

“So ... what did you do about your boss’s ... inappropriate behaviour?” asked Gary. “Nothing at all?”

“Nope,” Sabrina admitted sheepishly. “I just kinda put up with it, and got used to it.”

“Wow,” said Gary, amazed at this revelation. The implications were not lost on him. “So you’re telling me that if, for example ... just speaking hypothetically ... I were to, I dunno, put my hand on your leg ... there’s no chance you would complain to Wayne, or to HR?”

“None at all,” Sabrina conceded. “It’s just not in my nature. I wouldn’t even complain to you!”

“Wow,” said Gary again, stunned by the power she had just given him. “Well, I guess we should get on with the training. Can you load up PIMS?”

As Sabrina double-clicked the PIMS icon on her desktop and then waited for the program to load, Gary looked her up and down with a mounting sense of arousal. She was no beauty, certainly, but she was young, and had a pleasant, fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked appeal. Her plain blue blouse was unattractively baggy, but could not quite hide the fact that she had a larger-than-average chest ... and her loose-fitting floral skirt showed off her knees, but little above that.

Once PIMS has loaded, Gary took a deep breath, and plucked up all of his courage. “PIMS stands for Production and Inventory Management System,” he said, reaching out with his left hand and nonchalantly placing it on her bare right knee. “It’s more than just that, though, because over the years it’s been expanded and enhanced countless times. It’s a proprietary system, you see – our IT guys built it and still improve it constantly. So now it handles customer orders, purchasing, accounting ... you name it.”

“Okay,” said Sabrina in a rather quiet, subdued voice.

Encouraged by her lack of objection, Gary slid his hand a couple of inches up her leg, pulling the hem of her skirt up a little. Then he continued to talk as he began to gently massage her thigh. “We use the system mainly for creating shipments, of course. Click on the Transportation Menu button. There you go. Lots of options in here, some of which can be accessed from other menus. Go ahead and click Order List.”

As he guided her through the shipment creation process, he slowly worked his hand higher and higher up her thigh, dragging her skirt up in the process. Still, Sabrina made no objection to this, or even have any sign that she was aware of it. She merely mumbled acknowledgements in response to the instructions he was giving her.

Soon Gary was stroking and kneading the softer, fleshier part of her upper thigh. Glancing down, he could see that her skirt was now bunched up against his wrist, exposing most of her soft, pale thighs. “So that’s how to create a shipment,” he said, tentatively sliding his hand even further up her thigh. “Now let’s see how you can find it afterwards, and check its status. ‘X’ out of this screen. Good. Now go into Shipment Finder. Do you remember the shipment number?”

“Uh, no,” admitted Sabrina. “ I didn’t think to memorise it.”

“That’s totally fine,” said Gary, as his little finger reached the softness of her panty-clad pussy. “You’ll notice that the create date range defaults to today’s date in both fields. Check that box, and hit Find.” Encouraged by her ongoing lack of objection, he rotated his hand until his palm was towards Sabrina, and he sank his fingers down between her thighs, so that he was cupping her pussy with his hand.

Sabrina gasped a little, and Gary froze, wondering if she was finally going to object. But she said nothing, so he began to gently stroke her through her panties. “There,” he said. “That’s all the shipments created today, sorted by creation time. Yours is at the top, and labelled helpfully with your name ... and that red flag there shows that it still needs a carrier.” He could feel her soft labia through the material, and the firmer nub of her clitoris in its fleshy hood. He teased it with his middle finger. “So let’s assign a carrier! First, hit the button on the left to find out which carriers are the cheapest in this lane, and which have not yet met their capacity commitments.”

“Okay,” said Sabrina. “Looks like Jute Transport is a good contender...”

“I agree,” said Gary, continuing to massage her pussy through the front of her panties. He could hardly believe she was letting him do this! Emboldened, he decided to escalate the situation a little further. Sabrina was sitting upright (she had good posture), with a gap between her back and the back of the chair, so he removed his left hand from her panties, and slipped it behind her back, curling it around beneath her armpit, and taking hold of her left breast through her blouse. Meanwhile, leaning in towards her a little, he reached between her exposed thighs with his right hand, and pulled her skirt up to completely reveal the front of her white panties. Then, tucking his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, he slid his whole hand inside, cupping his fingers around her soft pussy, and pressing his middle finger between her labia. “Now,” he said, ignoring her sudden intake of breath, “hit the Assign button to assign Jute to this shipment. Good. Now hit Save, and the tender will automatically be sent to the carrier.”

Sabrina did this, then, in a nervous voice, she said, “Um ... Gary?”

“Yes?” said Gary, now confidently running his middle finger up and down the moistening groove between her labia. With his other hand, he was squeezing and massaging her left breast. Here it comes, he thought to himself – she’s finally going to say something.

But if she had been planning to, she apparently changed her mind. “What if the carrier rejects the tender?” she asked. “Who gets notified?”

“Nobody,” said Gary. “But it will be red-flagged again in the shipment list, and anyone who’s in there will be able to see that it was rejected. They can then assign the next most appropriate carrier.” He slid his hand down further deeper into her panties, curling his finger around as it reached her vaginal opening, and slipping it inside her. “Why don’t you try creating another shipment, this time without my help?”

“Okay,” said Sabrina in a small voice. As she worked on this task, Gary gently slid his middle finger in and out of her vagina. With his left hand, he grasped the topmost button on her blouse, and popped it open. Then he popped open the next one down, and the one below that. Pulling the left side of her blouse open to expose her left bra cup, he then gently slid his hand into the cup, grasping her large and supple breast in his fingers. Sabrina was now breathing quite heavily, but she steadfastly ignored him as he played with her breast and vagina.

But Gary was not going to let her get away with that for much longer. He withdrew his finger from her vagina, and his hand from her panties, long enough to finish unbuttoning her blouse, whereupon he slipped it off her shoulders, and pulled it down to her elbows. This restricted her arm movements somewhat, but she resolutely continued to operate her laptop’s keyboard and mousepad regardless, even when Gary slipped her bra straps off her shoulders as well.

Folding the cups of Sabrina’s bra downward in order to fully expose her breasts, Gary then took her ample fleshy orbs in his hands and massaged them for all he was worth. He suspected that Sabrina was rapidly approaching the limit of her tolerance, or of her unwillingness to make a fuss, and he was keen to make the most of what little time he had left.

Plunging his right hand back into her panties, he slid not just one but two fingers into her slippery vagina, and began finger-fucking her with fast, deep strokes. Sabrina bravely soldiered on with her shipment creation task, but her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming in gasps.

Hard as a rock by now, and excited to the point of recklessness, Gary pulled his hand from Sabrina’s panties once again, and got to his feet. Taking hold of Sabrina’s elbows, he pulled upwards, and said, “Could you stand up for a moment please, Sabrina?”

“Oh ... um...” Sabrina sounded nervous, but she stopped working on her shipment, and got to her feet. Gary pushed her laptop to one side, then he placed one hand between her shoulder blades, and gently but firmly pushed her forward. With a little gasp of surprise, Sabrina toppled forward, her upper body bending over until her outstretched hands broke her fall. With her breasts and left cheek lying on the tabletop, she merely gasped anxiously as Gary threw her skirt up over her waist, and pulled her panties down to her ankles.

Eagerly, Gary spat into his right hand, while fishing his cock out of his trousers with his left. He quickly lubricated his erection with his saliva, then he pressed its bulbous head against Sabrina’s vaginal opening...

...And hesitated. In a moment’s panic, he wondered if he was about to commit a rape. But Sabrina had had plenty of time to object ... hadn’t she? If he sank his cock into her right now, she could hardly complain that he forced himself on her ... could she?

His nerve failed. He couldn’t go through with this ... not without some further sign. Some additional reassurance that it would be okay. It was time to check in again ... to see how she was doing.

Though he feared it would break the spell, and put an end to this magical turn of events, he said, casually, “Okay, pop quiz. What are the main two things you need to check before assigning a carrier to a shipment?”

“Uh,” said Sabrina breathlessly, “their rate ... and whether they’ve hit their capacity commitment.”

“Good!” said Gary. Encouraged, he pressed the head of his engorged penis forward, so that it began to slip inside her. “And what happens if a carrier rejects a load tender?”

“Um ... it gets flagged in the shipment list,” Sabrina replied.

“What colour?” asked Gary, sinking his shaft a little deeper inside her.

“Red!” Sabrina gasped.

“Good!” said Gary, sinking his cock all the way in. He drew back a little, pushed forward again, then settled into a gentle thrusting motion, which Sabrina did not react to, other than by uttering little gasps in time with the thrusting.

Gripping her naked hips with his hands, Gary sighed with satisfaction as he gradually increased his pace. His saliva had got him inside her, but at this point the motion of his cock was being lubricated entirely by Sabrina’s own juices.

There were no further questions. Gary remained silent, focused entirely on the delicious experience of fucking his newest colleague – an experience which only an hour ago would have seemed far beyond the realm of possibility. Sabrina remained silent, too, her arms pinned, her fists clenched against the tabletop, rocking back and forth as Gary’s cock pistoned in and out of her vagina.

Then Gary tensed, and groaned, spurting semen deep inside Sabrina. He shuddered, then resumed thrusting, much more slowly this time, as the last of his ejaculate gradually seeped out over the next minute or so.

Finally, he pulled his softening cock out of her, tucked it away, and zipped himself up. “Okay!” he said cheerfully. “Let’s look at how we check when product is going to be ready for shipment. You can sit back down now. Better fix your clothing too; there’s always a chance someone will come to the door and look in to see if this room’s free.”

Wordlessly, Sabrina pulled her bra straps and blouse back up over her shoulders, then she crouched down, grasped her panties, and pulled them back up. She tugged her skirt down, fastened the buttons on her blouse, and sat back down on her chair.

The training resumed, and went smoothly. Sabrina seemed to have no desire to talk about what happened ... which was fine with Gary. He did feel somewhat guilty for taking such outrageous advantage of Sabrina’s unwillingness to complain about, protest, or even inhibit a coworker’s lecherous attentions, but he was already looking forward to seeing what else she would let him get away with in the future.

But then he noticed the rings on the fourth finger of her left hand. Sabrina was married! Shocked, he wondered what her husband would do if he found out about this – and whether Sabrina herself would actually tell him...

After he had given her as much training as he felt would be useful, he said, “Okay, that’s pretty much it. Any questions? At all...?”

Sabrina shook her head. “No, I think I know enough now to be dangerous.” She giggled a little, then stopped abruptly, looking embarrassed.

Gary raised his hand, and grasped her breast through her blouse and bra. “Well, let me know if you get stuck, or need to know something I haven’t yet shown you.”

“Thank you, I will,” Sabrina promised.

Gary gave her breast a squeeze, then he released it, and got to his feet. He opened the door for Sabrina, then gave her bottom a gentle swat with a slightly cupped hand as she passed him.

The rest of the day was entirely uneventful. At five o’clock, Gary stopped by Sabrina’s desk on her way out, hoping to bid her goodnight, but she had already left.

He thought about her as he drove home. Had today been a one-time deal? Would she even show up for work tomorrow? If she did, would she let him anywhere near her again? And what would she be wearing? Something designed to discourage him, perhaps?

Back in his condo, he fed his ginger Persian, Scheherazade (Sherry for short), put on two pans of water to boil, then he set about grating a block of cheese, and dicing some vegetables and mushrooms. Then he chopped up some bacon, threw it in a frying pan, fried it until it had just begun to turn crispy, and tipped it into a bowl.

When the water in the pans came to a boil, he added to one of them a splash of vegetable oil, a generous helping of salt, and half a box of macaroni. To the second, he added the vegetables, along with a little more salt, then he turned his oven on, and set it to broil.

He melted some butter in another pan, added flour to make a roux, and poured in some milk, stirring the mixture until it was smooth. He added most of the cheese, stirred until it had all melted, then he added his mushrooms to the pan with the vegetables. When the macaroni was nicely al dente, he emptied the pan into a colander, shook out the excess water, and added the macaroni to his cheese sauce. Then he drained the mushrooms and vegetables, and added them as well, along with the bacon bits. Stirring up his now very full pan of macaroni and cheese (and bacon and vegetables and mushrooms), he pulled his largest casserole dish out of a cupboard, and poured into it the contents of the pan. He sprinkled over it the rest of the cheese, opened up the oven, and slid the dish inside. Then he closed it up, and went to the cupboard to get a glass.

The doorbell rang, and he stopped in surprise. Wondering who it could be, and prepared to give any salesman or religion-monger short shrift, he went to his front door, and opened it.

Standing outside was one of the shortest men Gary had ever seen. He was not a dwarf, by any means; he was simply ... small. Not even five feet tall, Gary guessed. The man looked upset. “Can I help you?” Gary inquired.

“You had sex with my wife today!” exclaimed the man, shaking a furious finger at Gary as he bobbed up and down on the balls of his feet. “How ... how dare you!” He was well-dressed in a suit and tie, and his hair, brushed upward in an oversized coif, wobbled distractingly as he spoke.

“You’re Sabrina’s husband?” Gary asked.

“Yes!” said the man, now clenching his fists and bouncing his weight from one foot to the other. “Why, who else’s wife have you ... fucked today?”

“Just yours,” said Gary.

“You admit it, then!”

“Yeah,” said Gary, “but ... excuse me, I don’t know your name...?”

“It’s Denis!” said the tiny man.

“All right, Denis,” said Gary, “look – I’d love to discuss this with you properly, but I have dinner in the oven and it needs to come out in a moment.”

“Never mind your dinner!” snapped Denis. “I demand that you apologise, and swear that you will never touch my wife again, and ... go to counselling! Or I swear I’ll call your boss and...”

“Denis, how did you even find out where I live?” asked Gary curiously. He found he did not feel even remotely threatened by this bizarre little man.

“You’re in the phone book!” said Denis. “Not that that’s relevant.”

“Okay – Denis,” said Gary. “Look – come on in, and we’ll sit down and talk. But I really need to get my dinner out of the oven in a moment or it’ll burn.”

Denis looked taken aback. “I ... I can’t come in,” he said, in a somewhat less indignant voice. “Sabrina’s in the car. We were heading out to dinner; it’s our wedding anniversary!” His voice climbed back into an agitated register as he finished the sentence.

“Oh!” said Gary. “Well heck – why don’t you both come in? This should be a conversation between all three of us, don’t you think?”

“Are you kidding?” said Denis in an aggrieved tone. “I don’t want you anywhere near her!”

“I can understand that sentiment,” acknowledged Gary, “but it’s not very realistic, is it? Sabrina and I work together. At least here, you’ll be with her. And don’t you think she has a right to hear, and be involved with, anything we discuss about her?”

Denis pursed his lips, glaring at Gary. “All right,” he said. “But don’t you try anything!” He turned and marched off towards his car, while Gary hurried back to his kitchen and pulled his macaroni and cheese out of the oven.

When he returned to the front door, Sabrina and Denis were approaching – Denis looking grim and determined, Sabrina looking anxious and embarrassed in a dark blue dress that stopped about three inches short of her knees. She gave Gary an uncomfortable smile.

“Come in, come in!” said Gary warmly. “You’re looking lovely, Sabrina!”

“Hey!” said Denis, annoyed. “None of that!”

“Dude, I’m just stating a fact,” said Gary calmly. “And being polite. I understand you wanting to be protective and everything, but you might want to pick your battles. Why get outraged over a harmless compliment? You’ve got bigger fish to fry, right?”

“I do!” said Denis. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to let anything else slide!”

“You might want to try it, though,” suggested Gary, “otherwise this is going to be exhausting. And time-consuming. And I’m sure you’ll agree that we should try to make this discussion as concise as possible, so you can go out and enjoy the rest of your evening together.”

“Yeah – that would be good,” agreed Denis.

“Do you have reservations somewhere?” Gary asked. “I don’t want to make you late...”

“No,” said Denis, “we were just going to the Italian place on South Street ... uh, what’s it called...”

“Papa Doro’s,” said Sabrina.

“Anyway they don’t take reservations except for large parties. But we’ve never had to wait for a table there.”

“I’m not surprised,” Gary said with a chuckle. “You guys should try Banchetto, on Market Street. You’ll need to make a reservation, but the food is much better there.”

“Noted,” said Denis, annoyed, “but Gary, this is not a social call. Can we please get to the point?”

“Right,” said Gary, nodding. “But – look, I know it’s not an ideal situation, but why don’t the two of you have dinner here? If you’re in the mood for Italian, by happy chance I just made my mom’s amazing macaroni and cheese – and there’s plenty for all of us. Then we can sit and eat in comfort, my food won’t get cold while we talk, and the two of you won’t go hungry in the meantime.”

Denis puffed himself up indignantly. “I’m not going to accept your hospitality, and sit down and eat with you, when you practically raped my wife!”

“Darling, you promised you wouldn’t use that word,” said Sabrina reproachfully.

“All right, I’m sorry,” said Denis grumpily. “But there certainly wasn’t any consent! Or do you deny that, Gary?”

“I won’t deny it,” said Gary, “and I’m willing to work with the two of you to resolve this issue to everyone’s satisfaction. But I’d really rather do it civilly, calmly, and respectfully, and I don’t want to rush it. Now, if you guys want to go and have dinner, then come back here afterwards, that would be fine with me. But you’re welcome to stay and enjoy my mom’s delicious recipe – and I’d be glad of the company. If you don’t want to think of it as a social meal, then try to just think of it as a business dinner.”

Denis looked at Sabrina, who shrugged sheepishly. Grinding his teeth, Denis scowled at Gary, then said, “All right, we’ll eat here. I want to get this out of the way so that Sabrina and I can go and enjoy a movie together, without it hanging over us. And I guess we might be pushed for time if we talk for too long before we go out to eat.”

“There you go,” said Gary with a smile. “Come on through; make yourselves comfortable.” He led them into the living room, and gestured to the couch. “You guys sit there; I’ll take the armchair.” He separated his nest of three tables, and set them out with place mats and coasters. “What would you like to drink? I’ve got wine, beer, coke, water...”

“Just water please – for both of us,” said Denis.

Minutes later, they were all tucking into their macaroni and cheese. “Wow – this is good,” Denis reluctantly admitted.

“Thank you,” said Gary. “Can I suggest we eat first and talk afterwards? I want you to be able to enjoy your anniversary meal, after all, and I suspect our discussion might detract from the, um, pleasantness of the experience.”

“All right,” Denis conceded.

Once they had all finished their food, Denis sat back. “Well that was very nice,” he said, “but now I really think we should talk.”

“I agree,” said Gary.

“Please may I use your bathroom first?” Sabrina asked quietly.

“Of course!” said Gary. “Upstairs, and straight in front of you.”

Sabrina got up and left the room, and they could hear her trotting up the stairs. “Okay Gary,” said Denis, “let’s talk.”

“Before Sabrina gets back?” asked Gary in surprise. “Well all right, but let’s not get into specifics. I’d like to begin, if I may, by making an observation.”

“Oh?” said Denis warily. “Go ahead...”

“It’s just this: I like you, Denis,” said Gary. “Here you are, quite the smallest guy I’ve ever met, and yet you’re like a fucking lion when it comes to defending your wife. That’s ... impressive. I have to admire your grit, coming right here and confronting me the way you did. It shows a lot of character, and I respect that a great deal.”

“Oh!” said Denis, surprised and momentarily disarmed. “Well, you know, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and so on.”

“Indeed,” said Gary. “Or at least, that would be right on the money, if we were living in the Wild West. But isn’t this supposed to be a more civilised age?”

“Yeah...” acknowledged Denis. “Which is why I’m here with words and not a six-shooter.”

“For which I’m grateful,” said Gary. “But in this day and age, do women really need men to fight for them? Isn’t it a rather old-fashioned and patriarchal notion?”

“Ordinarily I’d agree,” said Denis. “But I’m not standing up for Sabrina just because she’s a woman. I’m standing up for her because – and she’ll be the first to acknowledge this – she’s terrible at standing up for herself.”

“I’ve noticed,” said Gary. “But does that apply just to every man? Or just the ones she encounters at work?”

“Pretty much every man,” Denis admitted ruefully.

“Including you?” Gary inquired.

“Huh?” said Denis, puzzled. “Hmm, well, that’s a little different, isn’t it?”

“How different?” asked Gary. “I mean, like, did you give her a choice in whether or not you came over here this evening to confront me about what happened today?”

Denis shifted uneasily in his seat. “Not exactly,” he conceded. “She did try to dissuade me, I guess. A little bit. She hates confrontations. But you know – sometimes confrontations just have to be had!”

“Sometimes,” said Gary. “In this case, I can’t help thinking that the situation warranted enthusiastic buy-in from your wife. This is, after all, all about her.”

Sabrina came trotting back down the stairs at this point, and re-entered the room. Without looking at Gary, she quietly sat back down next to her husband.

“My thinking here,” Gary continued, “is that while I’m sure Sabrina enormously appreciates your support in leaping to her defence like this, she might herself have preferred a different course of action – a less confrontational one, perhaps. Would I be right there, Sabrina?”

Sabrina looked awkwardly at her bare knees. “I’d rather not comment,” she said, “except to say that I love Denis and support his decisions.”

“You see?” said Denis, looking as if he felt vindicated.

“Well hold on,” said Gary. “Tell me honestly, Denis: do you think Sabrina’s support is due to her actually agreeing with your choice, or is it just out of loyalty? Either way, it’s admirable, but I want you to be realistic here.”

Denis hesitated. “Sometimes,” he said, “for the sake of the health of our relationship, I have to make hard choices for both of us. Sabrina prefers the easy path, when it comes to dealing with people. But that’s not necessarily the right path, even though it’s the one she might want to take.”

“That may or may not be true in any particular circumstance,” said Gary. “But do you think maybe there’s a danger of you ignoring her opinion on principle, on the grounds that you believe you know best?”

This stunned Denis. “Well I dunno,” he said thoughtfully. But then he shook himself. “Look, this is all beside the point. You had sex with Sabrina, against her will! That’s the issue here! That’s what we need to be talking about.”

“Whoa!” said Gary. “Did you see the look on Sabrina’s face just then? Fear; panic. Are you really so eager to battle it out with me that you’re prepared to put her emotions through the wringer?”

Denis looked instantly guilty, then he bridled. “It wasn’t my idea to involve her in this discussion!”

“Yes, I know,” said Gary with a smirk. “You wanted her to stay in the car while you and I discussed her behind her back. Would that really have been better?”

Denis did not immediately say anything; he was clearly wrestling with the dilemma. “You can’t ... just ... have your way with my wife,” he said eventually, through gritted teeth. “That’s the crux of it.”

“I completely understand your feelings on the matter,” said Gary. “In your shoes I’d feel exactly the same way. But dude ... Sabrina’s a bona fide hottie. That’s a given, right?”

He was rewarded with a blush from Sabrina, and a grudging nod of agreement from Denis. “That doesn’t give you the right to have sex with her, though,” Denis muttered.

“You’re absolutely right,” said Gary. “And yet, when I found out there would be literally no repercussions from touching her ... no danger to my career, at least ... I just couldn’t help myself! It was just too tempting; the opportunity was too good to resist.”

“If you had any decent principles,” said Denis sternly, “you’d have resisted, nonetheless!”

“I do have decent principles,” Gary countered. “Depending on your political leanings, you might disagree with them, of course, but I think they’re pretty good.”

“What are your ‘good’ principles?” Denis asked sceptically. “Are you a Republican, by any chance?”

“God no,” said Gary. “But neither am I a card-carrying SJW. I like to think of myself as a classical liberal. I believe in equality, fairness, justice, freedom of speech and expression, the scientific method, rationalism over superstition, human rights, civil rights, environmentalism, sustainable agriculture ... well, I could go on, but hopefully that gives you some idea of where I stand.”

“It does,” said Denis, “though I’m curious why you don’t want to identify as an SJW. Is there something wrong with fighting for social justice?”

“Not a thing,” said Gary. “But there’s ideological baggage with that label that I don’t subscribe to. I’m happy to fight for social justice, but I can do without all the postmodernist crap that’s hijacked the feminist movement.”

“What postmodernist crap?” Sabrina inquired.

“He’s talking about intersectionality,” Denis explained, “but we’re getting off-topic. The point is...”

“The point right now is that Sabrina finally expressed an interest in joining the conversation and learning something, and you totally shut her down,” Gary remarked.

“Oh God, I did, didn’t I?” said Denis. “I’m so sorry, darling.”

“It’s fine, really,” she assured him. “I was just curious; I’m sorry I interrupted.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” said Denis firmly. “Curiosity is good. Honestly, I’m not as au fait with the philosophy of intersectional feminism as I probably should be. But I’m pretty sure Gary’s dismissal of it is unwarranted.”

“You say that without having the first idea about my justification for rejecting it,” said Gary. “And, moreover, having just admitted that you are unfamiliar with the postmodernist underpinnings of third-wave feminism.”

“You’re right, I’m hazy on the philosophical details,” Denis admitted. “But a lot of people I trust and admire subscribe to intersectionality, and frankly I value their opinions more than yours, since I neither admire nor trust you as far as I could throw you.”

“Ouch,” said Gary. “Well look, I’d be happy to give you a crash course in the postmodernist influence on feminist theory, but I suspect that would take us pretty far off track...”

“My question is,” Denis interrupted, “if you’re such a ‘classical liberal’, presumably you value female autonomy, the importance of consent in physical relationships, and so on...”

“Absolutely,” Gary confirmed.

“So how can you go and start groping a female colleague ... and then fuck her ... without permission? Isn’t that completely hypocritical?”

“Completely,” Gary agreed.

Denis looked a little bewildered at having the wind taken out of his sails. “Then,” he said, “can you please just ... not do that?”

“I doubt it,” said Gary. “You see, while I hadn’t really even considered doing anything naughty with Sabrina before today, I’ve really come to see her in a new light. And I have to say, I’m now incredibly attracted to her. I find the idea of being around her, of touching her, of slowly lifting the hem of that dress ... almost intoxicatingly exciting. There’s a biological imperative at work here ... one of sufficient strength to override mere principle.”

Sabrina’s eyes were wide; her cheeks were very pink. Denis merely groaned. “Don’t take her away from me, man!”

“Who said anything about that?” said Gary. “You’re the one she loves, right?” He turned to Sabrina with a quizzical look.

“Absolutely,” said Sabrina, taking Denis’s hand.

“Are you even remotely considering leaving him?” Gary asked.

“No!” said Sabrina firmly.

“Dude, your marriage is safe,” said Gary. “I’m only just getting to know you, but I like you both very much already, you make a very cute couple, and I wouldn’t dream of trying to split you up. You’re not the kind of guy who would leave his wife just because some asshole took advantage of her, are you?”

“Of course not!” said Denis.

“Well then,” said Gary. “Can we at least lay to rest the idea that you’re somehow going to lose Sabrina? I want you to be confident that whatever I do with her or to her, she’s still going to be yours.”

“That’s all very well!” said Denis. “But I don’t want you fucking her!”

“I understand that,” said Gary soothingly, “but you can’t control that. You’re going to give yourself an ulcer if you engage in a constant, futile effort to wield power you don’t have. Somehow, you’re going to have to find the inner strength to let that go.”

“How?” demanded Denis in a despairing tone. “You talk about biological imperatives; well, one of mine is to keep Sabrina for myself!”

“Of course,” said Gary. “That’s very natural and commendable. But when that becomes impossible, you need to figure out how to suppress it. Otherwise you’ll make yourself ill. It’s not going to help your marriage if you allow yourself to sink into anxiety and depression.”

“But I can’t just sit back and do nothing while another man fucks my wife!”

“I think you can learn to,” said Gary seriously. “It will certainly be better for your marriage if you can. I don’t mean you have to learn to like it. I just think you should try to learn to accept it, however reluctantly, as an unfortunate inevitability.”

“Why should I?” Denis asked peevishly. “Other husbands don’t have to!”

“Other husbands don’t have wives who are as much of a pushover as Sabrina is,” Gary pointed out. “No offence, Sabrina.”

Sabrina nodded, embarrassed, as if to say “None taken”.

“She did offer to quit her job, and get another one,” said Denis with a sigh. “But it took such a lot of job-hunting and interviews to get her this one, and she really wants to keep it. Plus, this kind of thing is likely to happen wherever she works.”

“Yeah,” agreed Gary with a smirk. “Particularly if she announces to her male coworkers that she won’t complain if they grope her.”

“You did what?” gasped Denis, turning to Sabrina in shock.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed, putting her face in her hands. “I just ... he seemed nice ... I was hoping he would be, I dunno, understanding and supportive...”

“I’m sorry I disappointed you,” said Gary gravely. “The point is, Denis, you’re right – this kind of thing will inevitably follow Sabrina wherever she goes. And you can’t always be with her to stop it from happening. So you might as well bite the bullet and try to come to terms with it. I can help with that, if you like.”

Denis ground his teeth for several seconds, then sighed with resignation. “How?” he asked.

“Let’s try an experiment,” Gary suggested. “Can you swap places with me for a moment?”

Denis frowned uncertainly. “Why – what are you going to do?”

Gary smiled. “I’m going to try to desensitise you a little to the idea of another man touching Sabrina. Don’t worry, I’m not going to pounce on her; we’ll take it slowly, and you can stop me at whatever point you feel you can’t handle it anymore.”

Denis grimaced. “I dunno,” he said. “It’s one thing to hear about it afterwards; it’s another to actually see it happening.”

“Which is why I’ll go slowly,” said Gary. “Baby steps. Are you willing to try, at least? For the sake of your well-being and your marriage?”

Denis pursed his lips, and nodded. “All right, we’ll give it a try.” He got up, as did Gary, and the two men changed places, while Sabrina glanced from Denis to Gary with a rather anxious expression.

As he sat down on the couch next to Sabrina, Gary laid his hand on her knee. This was not lost on Denis, who stared uncomfortably at Gary’s hand.

“Okay, this is a good start!” said Gary encouragingly. “You haven’t attacked me yet, Denis, which is to your credit. I know this can’t be easy for you. How are you feeling?”

“On edge,” Denis reported stiffly. “My stomach’s kind of clenched.”

“Try to relax, if you can,” said Gary. “Not an easy thing, I know, but try. Think of it as a test of your inner fortitude. A few long, deep breaths will help. In through the nose, slowly, then pause, then out through the mouth, slowly. Then pause, and repeat. Let me see those fists unclench, and those shoulders drop. Breathe ... that’s it.”

Denis breathed, and breathed. After a minute or so, he seemed considerably calmer. “Okay,” he said grudgingly, “I do feel more relaxed. That doesn’t mean I’m okay with what you’re doing, though!”

“Nor should it,” said Gary. “Don’t worry, Denis – neither Sabrina nor I will take your ability to accept and handle this as an endorsement or approval. The goal here is not to make you okay with me touching Sabrina; the goal is to equip you with the tools to cope with it without driving yourself crazy.”

Denis nodded. “I understand,” he said.

For the past half-minute or so, Gary had been gently stroking Sabrina’s knee; now he began to stroke a little higher, running his hand up her thigh from her knee almost to the hem of her dress, then back down. Denis watched this in mounting discomfort, and his fists reclenched. But then, with an effort of will, he forced himself to breathe deeply again, and he closed his eyes as he gradually transitioned into a more relaxed state.

“Good job!” said Gary. “That was very impressive, Denis! The only problem is that you closed your eyes. If you have to blot out what’s happening in order to achieve relaxation, then it’s not true acceptance; it’s just denial. But you’re almost there. Next time try keeping your eyes open, and looking at what I’m doing, while you do your breathing. If you can increase your state of relaxation while I’m escalating what I’m doing with Sabrina, that will be an achievement indeed. Let’s try this...” He began to slowly slide his hand even further up Sabrina’s thigh, dragging her dress up with it. He stroked back down to her knee, then halfway up her thigh, then down again, and so on ... and each time, he slid his hand just a little higher up her thigh than the last time.

Denis watched this with pursed lips, and then he looked up at Sabrina’s face. “How selfish of me!” he exclaimed suddenly. “I’ve been so focused on how I’m coping with this; I’ve neglected to consider how YOU are coping! How ... how are you doing, my love?”

“I’m feeling uncomfortable and anxious,” she admitted, “but if this is helping you, then I can handle it. I’m a little more used to it than you are, after all.”

“You’re doing each other proud,” said Gary warmly. “Good job, both of you. Now let’s try something a little more emotionally intense, and see how you cope.” He removed his left hand from Sabrina’s thigh, then he slid his arm behind her back, and tucked his hand around her waist, pulling her body against his.

“Jeez, Gary!” said Denis in dismay, as Sabrina looked at him fretfully.

“From a physical standpoint,” said Gary calmly, “this is nothing compared with actual sex. But I can understand why it’s upsetting you both. There’s a certain intimacy here, isn’t there? But don’t make the mistake of reading into it any mutuality, Denis. This is just another form of grope. Remember your breathing.”

Denis nodded, and breathed deeply. “I’m okay,” he said. “It’s just a bit of a shock, seeing you cuddling my wife.”

“Naturally,” said Gary. With his free hand, he reached over, took hold of Sabrina’s right breast through her dress, and began to gently massage it.

Denis’s hands instantly balled into fists. “Goddammit!” he growled.

“Breathe!” Gary said commandingly. “You’ve got this, Denis. It’s another hurdle for you to overcome, but if you can do it, you’ve made real progress. Remember why we’re doing this; remember it’s helping your marriage.”

Denis, looking conflicted, nodded stiffly, then managed to force himself to resume breathing deeply. His red-faced anger almost made a comeback as he saw Gary raise his other hand to grasp Sabrina’s left breast, but as Gary sensuously massaged both breasts through Sabrina’s dress, Denis succeeded in deescalating his tension, and even managed to unclench his fists.

“Wonderful job, Denis!” said Gary enthusiastically, as he continued to knead Sabrina’s breasts. “Do you feel proud of yourself? You should!”

Denis nodded. “I ... I guess I do. This is so hard, though!”

“I’m proud of you too, my darling,” said Sabrina.

“You’ve got some inner strength there, Denis, I’ve got to hand it to you,” said Gary. “I think it’ll take you further than even you realise. Let’s try this...” He brought his hands together in front of Sabrina’s cleavage, and unfastened the top button of her dress. Then he unfastened the next, and the next. Pulling the two sides of the dress apart, he exposed Sabrina’s bra to both his and Denis’s view. “I’m starting to undress your wife, Denis,” he said. “This must be making you mad as hell. Can you keep a lid on it? Do you have the willpower?”

Denis looked like he was seething, tormented by anger and frustration. His body was literally shaking as he deliberately unclenched his fists, took a deep, slow breath through his nose, and blew it out through his mouth. Gary watched him carefully as he managed to get his emotions under control, and return to a semi-relaxed state.

“My goodness, that was some Herculean effort!” said Gary, slowly sinking his hands into the cups of Sabrina’s bra. “Fantastic job – I’m so impressed! Just keep it together now ... you can do it ... keep breathing, slowly and deeply, while I fondle your wife’s boobs... They really are amazing, by the way – you’re a lucky man.”

Denis’s red face was contorted with barely-suppressed rage as he struggled to continue breathing slowly and deeply, in through the nose and out through the mouth. “Thank you,” he growled eventually. “I’m very fond of them myself.”

“You should be!” said Gary, happily playing with Sabrina’s delightfully plump breasts and gently pinching her firm nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Finally he removed his hands. “Very well done, Denis – that was quite a test of your endurance! You passed with honours, I’d say. Much kudos.”

Denis exhaled, and sank back into his chair. “I can’t believe I didn’t come over and punch you just then,” he said.

“You may yet,” replied Gary with a chuckle, as he reached down and tugged the front of Sabrina’s dress upwards, away from her knees. “It’s not going to get any easier ... but you’ve convinced me that you’re equal to the challenge. How you’re managing to maintain your self control when you’re so clearly on the brink of flipping out, I don’t know, but it’s an impressive thing to see – don’t you think so, Sabrina?”

“Absolutely,” said Sabrina earnestly. “You’re doing wonderfully well, darling.”

Denis smiled at her. “Thanks, my love,” He said gratefully. “How about you; are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay,” she assured him, but then she gasped as Gary, having pulled her dress up so high that her panties were now peeping out, tucked his hand gently between her thighs, cupping his palm and fingers around her pussy. With his other hand, he continued pulling up her dress until its hem was a couple of inches above the waistband of her panties.

“Oh God!” groaned Denis, his expression pained, his gaze riveted to Gary’s hand on his wife’s panties.

“Just another point along the spectrum, Denis,” said Gary. “Try to head off the rage by engaging your breathing technique as early as possible. As soon as you see something upsetting, start breathing. That way, you should find it easier to keep your emotional state from escalating to boiling point. Eventually, it’ll come so naturally that you’ll automatically go into focused breathing and relaxation techniques, and keeping control will become a trivial and simple matter.”

“You’re saying I’ll be able to avoid getting angry ... ever again?” inquired Denis.

“Well I’m not sure that’s necessarily a good goal,” said Gary, now very slowly rubbing Sabrina’s pussy through her panties. “Anger is important; some things are worth getting angry about. The antics of our idiot-in-chief, for example. The breathtaking inhumanity of a particularly cruel piece of healthcare legislation. But anger is pointless unless channelled and directed towards positive action. What we’re trying to avoid here is uncontrolled anger and futile rage.”

Denis nodded, but he was glaring at Gary’s hand. He swallowed, trying to calm himself down, and resumed breathing deeply. “It’s not easy,” he muttered.

“Of course it isn’t,” said Gary, sensuously massaging Sabrina’s labia and clitoris through the thin blend of nylon and spandex. He sank his left hand back into her bra and resumed playing with her left breast. “Self-control under extreme duress is difficult, and draining ... but ultimately rewarding, because it will prepare you for every tough experience you’ll ever face in the future. Open your legs, Sabrina.”

“What?” asked Sabrina, startled.

“Open your legs,” Gary repeated. “I want to give your husband a better view.”

Sabrina’s cheeks were rapidly turning crimson. “I ... I’m not sure he wants that,” she said timidly.

“It’s all part of the therapy,” Gary assured her. “Do you want to just sit here and let everything just happen? Or do you want to take an active part in helping Denis ... and your marriage?”

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, my darling,” Denis said to her quickly.

“No ... it’s okay,” said Sabrina, and she hesitantly began to move her knees apart, stopping when they were separated by a six-inch gap.

“Wider please,” said Gary, and Sabrina, biting her lip, spread her thighs even farther apart. When they were forming almost a ninety-degree angle, Gary pressed his middle finger between her labia, and began gently grinding it against her clit.

Sabrina, breathing heavily, started to writhe her hips a little, then she abruptly stopped, and looked at Denis with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry!” she squeaked.

“It’s okay,” said Denis uneasily.

“It really is,” agreed Gary. “Sabrina can’t help reacting to stimuli. It’s no reflection on you, Denis, or the health of your marriage. Neither of you need feel any sense of betrayal on account of Sabrina getting excited here.”

“He’s right, my love,” admitted Denis. “Don’t feel bad if it, you know, feels good.”

“Okay,” said Sabrina awkwardly.

Gary stopped rubbing her pussy for a moment, and unfastened the rest of the buttons on her dress. Pulling it off her shoulders, he said, “Now I’m taking Sabrina’s dress off, Denis. After that, I’m going to take off her bra. Most men would be at my throat at this point, in a jealous fury. How about you?”

Sweat was beading on Denis’s brow. His fists clenched and unclenched. He was breathing heavily, through his nose, with his nostrils flared and his teeth clenched. As he watched Gary pulling Sabrina’s arms out of her dress, and then undoing the clasp of her bra, he bared his teeth in an animalistic, probably involuntary expression of aggression. He flexed his fingers, raised his hands to his head, and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, ruining his perfect coif. Then, as Gary tugged Sabrina’s bra down her arms, exposing her breasts, he uttered a long, loud growl that was not so much aggressive as therapeutic: a release of pent-up emotion.

“I’m okay,” he gasped, pulling at his hair. “I’m okay.” He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then another, then another, as Gary dropped Sabrina’s bra on the floor and began fondling both of her breasts. “Jesus Christ!” he muttered, rubbing at his temples. “Are you sure you’re all right, Baby?” he asked Sabrina anxiously.

Sabrina was looking utterly mortified, but she was clearly more worried about her husband’s emotional state than her own. “I’m doing fine,” she told him soothingly. “But darling, you really seem to be struggling. Maybe we should just stop and go home.”

Gary, teasing her nipples between his fingers, nodded in agreement. “Dude,” He said, “perhaps she’s right. You’ve displayed amazing powers of endurance here, but you’re only human. Everyone has their limits. Maybe it’s time to admit that you’ve reached yours.”

“But maybe I haven’t,” said Denis stubbornly. “I do want to stop this horrible experiment ... but if I quit now ... what then? I don’t know how far you’re planning to take this lesson, but I can’t escape the feeling that I should have the guts to see it through. Otherwise I’m admitting that I’m willing to allow Sabrina to endure something I’m not even prepared to endure watching. What kind of a coward does that make me?”

“Denis, nobody thinks you’re a coward,” said Gary. “But look, I’m not planning to have sex with Sabrina in front of you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“You’re not?” asked Denis hopefully.

“God no!” said Gary. “That would be just too cruel. The goal here has always been to desensitise you to the kind of unwanted sexual contact Sabrina is likely to have at the hands of myself and, potentially, other men. It’s not about rubbing it in your face, or making you sit idly by while your wife is abused. I never expected you to watch as I fuck Sabrina, and I don’t see that as a necessary step in your desensitisation, either.”

“So,” said Denis uncertainly, “do you think I’ve seen enough, endured enough, to be okay with sending Sabrina off to work each day, knowing what’s likely to happen to her?”

“Well, no,” said Gary, still idly massaging Sabrina’s breasts. “Not quite. I’d planned for this to go a little bit further ... if you proved capable of handling it. But you should definitely be proud of getting this far – and it will certainly help.”

“I can handle more,” said Denis.

“Darling,” said Sabrina unhappily, “you really don’t have to...”

“It’s okay – I want to,” said Denis grimly. “I want to see this through.”

“Good man!” said Gary, reaching down and placing his hand on Sabrina’s abdomen. He slowly began to move it downwards, his fingertips sliding beneath the waistband of her panties. He looked up at Denis. “Are you sure?”

Denis’s face paled, but he forced himself to breathe deeply. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said reluctantly, staring down at Gary’s fingers. “Go ahead; put your hand in her panties.”

“Denis!” Sabrina squealed, as Gary slowly pushed his hand down into her panties, his fingers sliding over her soft pussy.

“It’s okay, Baby,” Denis assured her. “I need to see this. It will be good for us.”

“Lean back against me, Sabrina, and lift your legs up,” said Gary. “Knees all the way up to your chest.”

Reluctantly, Sabrina lifted her feet off the floor, bending her knees and drawing them all the way up to her chest. This brought both of her feet within reach of Gary’s free hand; he deftly removed her shoes, and tossed them on to the floor. Then he began massaging her pussy in earnest, exploring her folds and crevices with his fingers, but for the moment staying out of her vagina.

Denis watched the undulating material of Sabrina’s panties with a rather nauseous expression. Gary watched as the little man fought, and finally managed, to get his hyperventilation under control. Then he said, “Come closer, Denis. Kneel down on the floor, in front of Sabrina. Get a closer look.”

Denis hesitated, and looked at his wife’s face. She gave him a half-hearted smile, and shrugged slightly. Taking a deep breath, Denis got up from his chair, and knelt down on the floor next to the couch. Then he looked up at Gary with a raised eyebrow.

“Pull her panties to the side,” Gary instructed him, “so you can see what’s going on inside.”

Both Sabrina and Denis stared up at Gary, appalled. “Is that really necessary?” asked Denis in an almost plaintive tone.

“Well it depends on what you hope to achieve here,” said Gary. “You wanted to continue; this is what’s involved. So you can pull Sabrina’s panties aside and take a look, or you can call it quits and leave now with her.”

Gary bit his lip, then, to Sabrina’s visible alarm, he reached out, grasped the gusset of her panties, and pulled it to one side. And there was his wife’s pussy, and there were Gary’s fingers, kneading her labia, running up and down the groove between, stroking her clitoris, pulling the labia apart, squishing them together...

Denis felt sick, but he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Sabrina’s bastard of a coworker playing with her pussy.

“See how I’m groping your wife’s most intimate areas,” Gary murmured, through a barely suppressed grin. “As I did earlier today; as I’ll do again tomorrow. You must be feeling a powerful urge to stop me ... a quite understandable and commendable urge ... but resist it! Simply watch, and breathe, and try to stay calm, as I violate your wife with my fingers...”

Then, slowly, inexorably, he slid his middle finger down the cleft between her labia, towards her vaginal opening. Denis stared at it in a mounting panic, and his fists clenched tightly. His breathing intensified, as adrenaline pumped through him, gearing him up for battle. He struggled to keep himself calm, but that fingertip was closing in on his wife’s vagina. It was almost there ... it was on the very brink...

Then Gary withdrew his hand. “Amazing!” he said. “Denis, you are a superstar. How you held yourself back just then, I’ll never know. I think we should take a break at this point; you’ve truly earned it.”

Denis felt as though he had just braced himself for a impact that had inexplicably failed to occur. “I thought you were going to ... you know...”

“Not yet!” said Gary cheerfully. “A devoted husband can only endure so much ... and you have endured so very, very much, my friend. Would either of you like a drink? You can let go of Sabrina’s panties now, Denis.”

“Oh,” said Denis, and he did so.

“And you can sit up, Sabrina,” said Gary. “But don’t put any of your clothes back on; we don’t want this little exercise to take a step backwards. Denis has worked hard enough to get to this point; he doesn’t need to retread the same ground twice.”

“Um, okay,” said Sabrina in a small voice, as she sat up.

“So, how about that drink?” said Gary. “A bit of alcohol will certainly help you both to relax.”

“We’re not drinkers, Gary,” said Denis. “I wouldn’t mind a glass of water though.”

“Certainly,” said Gary, getting to his feet. “And for you, Sabrina?”

“I’m okay thanks,” said Sabrina, still looking rather shell-shocked.

“All right then,” said Gary, smiling, and he headed into the kitchen.

When he returned, he found Denis giving Sabrina a hug on the couch. “Awww,” he said. “You two really are a cute couple. I consider it quite an honour to be able to help your marriage.” He handed Denis the glass of water he was carrying, and then he said, “All right Denis, back to the armchair; we don’t want you getting too cozy with Sabrina at this point. It would be counterproductive.”

With a sigh, Denis got up and returned to the armchair, while Gary sat down next to Sabrina. “Now,” he said, placing his left hand on her right thigh. “I’m conscious of the fact that I’m keeping you from your movie outing; would the two of you like to watch a movie here, while we take a break from our little experiment? I have a large movie collection; you’re welcome to choose something from it.” He gestured to a large bookcase in the corner of the room.

“Sure,” said Denis, looking relieved to discover that his torture was not about to resume immediately. He got to his feet, and walked over to the bookcase.

“Oh ... and Denis?” said Gary.

“Yes?” said Denis, turning around.

“I’m currently stroking your wife’s bare thigh. Remember how, just a short time ago, the sight of me doing this was so difficult for you to handle that you had to close your eyes in order to get back into a relaxed state?”

“Oh, yes!” said Denis.

“Your whole body was rigid; your fists were clenched,” said Gary. “And now look at you! Calm, relaxed...”

“I wouldn’t say I’m entirely relaxed,” said Denis, “but I take your point; my reaction this time is not nearly so extreme.”

“The therapy is working!” said Gary happily. “Quite a vindication of this method, wouldn’t you say?”

“I guess so,” admitted Denis, nodding. He turned and began looking through Gary’s movie collection. His eyes lit upon Arrival. “Oh! Arrival – I’ve been wanting to see that. Would you be up for Arrival, darling? The sci-Fi movie with Any Adams?”

“Sure, I guess so,” said Sabrina.

“It really is very good,” said Gary. “Pop it in then, Denis! I’ll dim the lights.”

Almost two hours later, as the credits rolled, Denis turned towards the couch, and gasped to see Gary with his arm around Sabrina, and his hand in her panties. “Gary!” he protested.

Gary smiled as he stroked Sabrina’s pussy. “Ready for Round Two?” he asked.

“Oh,” said Denis, his shoulders slumping a little. “I guess so.”

“Stand up, Sabrina,” said Gary, taking his hand out of her panties.

Sabrina stood up, then she gasped and clapped her hands over her pussy as Gary tugged her panties down to her ankles.

“And step out, please,” said Gary. Dutifully, though reluctantly, Sabrina did so. “Good.” Gary stood up, and positioned himself behind her. Putting his arms around her waist, he leaned his head over her shoulder, while raising his left hand to grasp her right breast, and tucking his right hand between her legs. As he began rubbing her pussy once more, he turned his head towards hers, and softly kissed her neck. Sabrina, looking mortified, gave her husband an apologetic and slightly panicky half-smile.

“Goddammit,” muttered Denis, struggling to control his breathing and his temper. “This is pretty hard to take, Gary!”

Gary looked up, and grinned. “It’s about to get harder, Denis. Because now im going to take Sabrina upstairs to my bedroom, and I’m going to have sex with her.”

Sabrina gasped in shock. “What?” said Denis, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“But,” added Gary, “I’m not going to fuck her immediately, and I’m not going to put my cock inside her vagina if you’re in the room. Your job, in this exercise, is to stay down here for as long as you can bear to. The longer you stay down here, the more likely it is that I’ll stick my cock in Sabrina ... but the better it will be as a successful test of your willpower and endurance.”

Denis groaned. “But that feels like even if I succeed, I fail!”

“Only if you measure success in terms of stopping me from having my way with Sabrina,” said Gary. “But we’ve already established that you can’t control that. Need I remind you that the goal here is to prepare you psychologically for the inevitable gropings and fuckings that Sabrina is going to be subjected to? To immunise you against going crazy from the knowledge of what is happening while Sabrina isn’t under your watchful eye?”

“Yeah...” said Denis wretchedly. “I know...”

“But go easy on yourself,” said Gary. “The first time, come upstairs after just one minute. I guarantee I won’t be inside your wife that quickly. The second time, wait a little longer ... as long as you can ... then come up. If there comes a point where I’ve finished fucking Sabrina and you still haven’t come upstairs, then you’ll have passed the test; we’ll come back down, and you can take Sabrina home.”

Denis groaned. “Is there any way we get to go home without you fucking my wife?”

“Of course!” said Gary. “In fact, there are two ways.”

“Oh?” said Denis hopefully.

“The first way is: you quit right now. Just take Sabrina home, and leave things as they are. This wouldn’t be a great solution, of course, because it would invalidate a lot of the hard work you’ve been doing, and it would leave you unprepared for the full extent of your upcoming ordeals vis-à-vis Sabrina getting groped and fucked at work.”

Denis nodded. “And the second way?”

“In the second way,” said Gary, “you choose to stick around upstairs with me and Sabrina. You’ll have to watch everything I do to her, of course, and some of it will be pretty intimate and hard for you to endure, but at least I’ll be keeping my cock outside of her vagina. The test will simply become one of psychological endurance, which will end when you’ve demonstrated you can remain calm during even the most extreme liberties and violations I take with Sabrina, short of actual fucking.”

“Okay,” said Denis with a grimace. “I guess we have options, then.”

“You do,” agreed Gary. “But see how long you can bear to stay down here, first of all. You never know; you may surprise yourself with how well you do.”

“All right,” said Denis. His stomach was cramping.

“Come on, Sabrina,” said Gary, taking her hand. “Let’s go.” She looked anxious, but did not make any fuss, as he led her out of the room and up the stairs.

In his bedroom, Gary turned on the light and said, “Your husband is doing great, Sabrina. You should be very proud of him.”

“I am,” she agreed, though a little ruefully.

“Okay, lie down on the bed,” said Gary, “and we’ll get started.”

Feeling very self-conscious on account of her complete nudity, and a little hazy on the exact reasons she was doing this, Sabrina climbed on to Gary’s bed, and lay down on her back with a little whimper.

“Excellent,” said Gary, grinning down at her. He kicked off his shoes, stripped down to his t-shirt and boxer shorts, and climbed on to the bed next to Sabrina. Taking hold of her knees, he lifted them up and back, spreading her legs apart and exposing her vagina and anus to his hungry gaze. “Excellent,” he repeated more softly, as Sabrina bit her lip and stared up at the ceiling...

Downstairs, Denis paced up and down in the living room, trying to guess what was happening upstairs. How much time had passed? A minute? Two? He checked the time on his phone, then started a stopwatch going. Split the difference; call it one-and-a-half. If he could make it to three-and-a-half more, that would be five in total. An ambitious goal, but achievable ... and it was unlikely Gary would have put his cock inside Sabrina yet.

Or was it? Five minutes was ample time, if Gary got right to it. He had said he would not enter Sabrina in the first minute; he had said nothing about the first five...

In a panic, Denis ran for the stairs, and bounded up them two at a time. Only one room up here had a light on; obviously Gary’s bedroom. He burst into the room, desperately hoping not to see Gary in the middle of fucking Sabrina.

He was holding her legs back and apart, but no, he was not fucking her. Instead he was licking her pussy, running his tongue up and down the cleft between her labia, sucking gently on her clitoris ... and Sabrina was softly moaning. Moaning!

Gary raised his head, and grinned at Denis. “Not bad!” he said. “Longer than a minute, certainly. Did you time it?”

“Uh...” said Denis, a little flustered. He looked at his phone. “I think it was about two-and-a-half.”

“Well done,” said Gary. “Now go back down, and see if you can do better.”

“I’m not sure I can!” said Denis uncomfortably. “Or that I want to risk staying away that long.”

Gary shrugged. “Just do the best you can, Denis. Every bit helps. The longer you can endure, the stronger you’ll become. You’re tougher than you realise, I think. Just give it your best shot.”

Denis looked at Sabrina, who was looking back at him with flushed cheeks and a sheepish expression. He took a couple of deep breaths, squared his shoulders, and left the room. “I can do this, I can do this,” he muttered to himself, as he trotted down the stairs and restarted his stopwatch.

Four minutes was his new goal. It looked like Gary was taking his time, indulging in some foreplay ... and perhaps he was planning to drag this out as long as possible. Perhaps not. But that was not the point. The point was that this was about his own endurance ... and he was determined to show that he had large reserves of inner strength.

But the minutes were going by so slowly! Only one had passed, and already he was starting to panic about Gary easing his thick cock – it was bound to be thick – into Denis’s darling Sabrina. It could be happening right now. A few more seconds ... and now Gary could be thrusting, thrusting, thrusting deep inside her!

Denis groaned. Only ninety seconds had passed. This was truly a brutal test of his fortitude. “Be strong, be strong,” he muttered. Very likely, Gary was still licking Sabrina. Perhaps he was using his fingers. Oh God! Maybe he was finger-fucking her right now! And what if Sabrina was enjoying it?

If she was, that was not her fault, of course. But it was still an unpleasant thought. How much time had elapsed now? Two minutes! Jesus Christ; he was never going to make it to four.

“Yes you can,” he muttered. “Yes you can.” After all, he was past the halfway point, and approaching his previous endurance time. But what if Gary was about to slip his cock in, and Denis had just enough time to stop that, if he went upstairs right now?

Of course, this was exactly the kind of thinking that Gary wanted him to try to overcome. It did him no good to torture himself over what Gary might or might not be doing to Sabrina in his absence. Somehow, he needed to calm down, relax, and let go of his fear and anxiety.

Which was all very well, but Gary was about to fuck Sabrina! How much time ... nearly three minutes. Three minutes would at least be a record... Just a few more seconds... Three minutes! He dashed upstairs again, and flung himself into Gary’s bedroom.

Gary was now sucking on Sabrina’s right breast, while sliding two of his fingers in and out of her vagina. Denis felt simultaneously sickened at the sight of this, and relieved that the fucking had not yet begun. Gary still had his underwear on, even.

Sabrina’s whole body looked flushed with arousal. She gave her husband an embarrassed, apologetic look.

Gary pulled his lips off her nipple. “Well done, Denis!” he said. “That felt like longer – was it?”

“Yes – three minutes,” said Denis.

“That’s awesome!” said Gary. “Think you can make it to five?”

“I doubt it,” said Denis, his eyes fixed on Gary’s shining-wet fingers thrusting in and out of Sabrina’s vagina. “And I’m not sure I want to.” His fists were clenching; his breathing was escalating in intensity.

“Breathe!” Gary instructed him firmly. “You’re welcome to stay and watch, but I think you owe it to yourself to go for that record. This experiment ... this therapy ... is nearing its end, and you have few hurdles left as you approach the home straight. Take what you have learned so far, and put it into practice. Dig deep; you can do this. I have faith in you.”

Denis breathed in as deeply as he could, and let it out slowly. He forced his hands to open. “It’s just ... hard ... not knowing...”

“I know,” said Gary sympathetically, as he sensuously stroked Sabrina’s g-spot, making her gasp and moan. “You’re a little guy, but I can tell you’re no psychological weakling. You’re tough; I see it in you. But maybe you don’t quite believe it yourself, yet. Go downstairs, and prove it to yourself.”

Denis pulled his shoulders back, and stuck out his chest. “I will!” He marched out of the room, trotted down the stairs, and restarted his stopwatch.

Two minutes later, he was a nervous wreck, but he was still stubbornly determined to make it to five. He tried to distract himself by looking again at Gary’s movie collection, but he could not get out of his head the image of Gary finger-fucking his wife. He pulled out a blu-ray, and stared at the box blankly. When he pushed it back in amongst the others, he had no idea what movie he had just been holding.

At the three minute mark, he almost sprinted out of the room, but he managed to hold himself back. Four minutes! he told himself. Just make it to four!

But he did not. His nerve failing, he ran back up the stairs, and into Gary’s bedroom. “I couldn’t!” he gasped. “I just couldn’t!”

Gary was massaging some kind of sticky, clear substance all over Sabrina’s pussy. The jar on the bed next to him revealed what it was: Vaseline. “I think you’ve done extremely well, Denis,” said Gary, “and you should be proud of yourself. I’d shake your hand, but ... well, my hand’s a little sticky as you can see.”

Denis shuddered. “What are you doing?”

“I’m lubing Sabrina up in preparation for fucking her,” said Gary matter-of-factly. “But as you have seen, I’m in no special hurry. I might fuck her in one minute, or five, or ten ... or even longer. I think you should take a chance, go downstairs, and see if...”

Denis shook his head. “No more,” he said. “I can’t do it. I’ll just stick around here, please.”

“Fair enough,” said Gary with a shrug. “It’s going to be rough, though...”

“You did warn me of that,” Denis conceded. “I’m prepared for it. It can’t be worse than hanging around downstairs, constantly imagining the worst.”

“All right then,” said Gary, slowly sinking two fingers back inside Sabrina. He resumed stroking her g-spot, causing her to arch her back and utter a soft moan of pleasure. Then, shuffling a little further up the bed, he used his other hand to turn her face towards his, whereupon he gently planted his lips upon hers.

“Hey!” said Denis indignantly. “You didn’t say anything about kissing!”

Gary lifted his head. “I didn’t give you a detailed list of everything I’d be doing, certainly,” he said. “I only told you one thing I wouldn’t be doing.”

“But kissing!” said Denis wretchedly. “It’s very ... mutual...”

“Sabrina hasn’t kissed me back,” Gary pointed out. “She’s still very much yours, Denis; her only responses to my attentions have been involuntary ones. You have nothing to fear on that score, I assure you.”

“I guess,” said Denis unhappily, as Gary replanted his lips on Sabrina’s, then wormed his tongue into her mouth.

Sabrina kept her own tongue still for this, but it got plenty of action anyway, as Gary swirled his around. Her breath was coming in gasps, as Gary’s fingers drove her to new highs of arousal, and she began to undulate her hips without even realising it, grinding her pussy against his hand.

This was horrifying for Denis to watch, but he miserably kept watching anyway, knowing that the alternative was to go back downstairs and wait for his wife to be fucked by Gary. He felt sure that the images he was seeing now – Gary thrusting his nasty fingers deep inside Sabrina, and kissing her while she moaned and writhed against his touch – would be burned into his brain forever, tainting every sexual interaction he had with his wife in the future.

Then Gary broke off the kiss, got up on to his knees, and pulled his boxer shorts down. His erection, not huge but undeniably larger than Denis’s, sprang free, and received a generous helping of Vaseline from the jar. Then Gary took Sabrina’s hand, closed her fingers around his shaft, and held her wrist, lifting and lowering her hand so that she smeared the petroleum jelly up and down the full length of his cock. Denis, aghast, was about to object but thought better of it as he realised that this was still, despite appearances, not a mutual activity.

After a minute or so, Gary pulled Sabrina’s hand off his cock, then he walked forward on his knees, and lay down next to her, at a slight angle, with his pelvis next to her pussy. Taking hold of his cock, he began to rub its well-lubricated bulbous head against her labia, slowly and sensuously.

Denis grabber handfuls if his hair. “This is getting ... very intense!” he gasped desperately.

“You can always go back downstairs,” Gary reminded him, now making small circles around Sabrina’s clitoris with the tip of his cock.

“No!” groaned Denis. “Because then you’ll stick it inside her...”

“Probably,” Gary agreed, sliding his cock down to her vaginal opening. “Just in there, in fact.” The rounded end of his cock was nestling against Sabrina’s moist, slippery entrance, and Denis gasped in anguish. “Don’t!” he cried.

“I told you I wouldn’t push it in with you in the room,” said Gary, rubbing the head of his erection back and forth over the glistening orifice. With each pass, the tip of his cock dipped inwards a little. Sabrina, her back arched and her legs spread wide apart, was gripping the bedspread with both fists. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was coming in gasps.

Gary retrieved another large glob of Vaseline from the jar, and began rubbing it around Sabrina’s anus. Then he slid the head of his cock downwards, and pressed it gently against the puckered sphincter. “Have you ever had the pleasure of Sabrina’s anus, Denis?” he asked.

“What? No!” said Denis, feeling queasy. He realised he was sweating, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “We don’t do butt stuff.”

“Hmm, that’s exciting,” said Gary in a low, almost purring voice. “Would I be the first, then, Sabrina, to stick a cock in your ass?”

“Yes!” said Sabrina breathlessly.

“Mmmm,” said Gary, pressing a little harder. The tight ring of muscle, pushed inward, began visibly to yield.

“You’re not going to...” asked Denis in concern, his face turning pale as he stared at Sabrina’s slowly widening anus. “Are you??”

“No,” Gary assured him, pressing even harder and causing Sabrina’s anus to expand even further. “I said I wouldn’t stick my cock into your wife with you in the room, and I meant it.” He eased up the pressure, and the muscular orifice closed up. Then he slid the head of his cock back to Sabrina’s vagina, and began to rub it slowly up and down. “Unless, of course, you ask me to. Or Sabrina asks me to. If either of those things happen, I’ll go ahead and start fucking her.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen,” said Denis with an uneasy laugh. “Is it, darling?”

“No!” replied Sabrina, but she was uttering little gasps whenever Gary’s penis slid over her vaginal opening, sinking very slightly inward in the process.

Denis gulped, and reached out to rest his hand on the corner of a dresser, to steady himself. He was feeling rather light-headed. With a sense of foreboding, he watched as Gary climbed on top of Sabrina, lay down on her – though not with his full weight – and began kissing her mouth while repositioning the tip of his cock against her vaginal opening. Denis’s heart was thumping as he stared, on the edge of panic, at Gary’s penis as it slid back and forth across Sabrina’s moist hole, constantly flirting with penetration.

Gary settled down on to Sabrina more fully, and his cock slid up her pussy, squishing lengthwise between her labia. In this position, Gary began gently thrusting, his shaft sliding rhythmically against Sabrina’s clitoris. She gasped, and began moaning softly in time with his movements. As her body rocked beneath Gary, her feet gradually came together, and then passed each other, so that her ankles were crossing behind his back.

Denis was fairly sure that this had not been intentional, but the fact was that his wife had just wrapped her legs around Gary’s torso. And – though a close look revealed readily enough that he had still not penetrated her – it looked very much like the two of them were having sex right in front of him ... and enjoying it very much. Sabrina’s moans were escalating in pitch and volume.

“Oh God ... this is unbearable!” Denis wailed miserably. “I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“You could always ... leave the room...” Gary panted.

“And what kind of coward would that make me?” Denis groaned. “I ... I’ve come this far – I have to see it through!”

Gary reached down between his abdomen and Sabrina’s, and grasped his cock again. He poked it against her vaginal opening once more, and began moving it around its edge in small circles. At times it dipped slightly inside her – never very far, but from time to time edging very slightly deeper than it had before. After two minutes of this, it had still not penetrated any deeper than half an inch – not really enough for Denis to feel justified in crying foul, even though he was almost beside himself in a panic. What made matters worse was that every time it came close to sliding in, Sabrina moaned “Oh! Oh!”, as if she were really hoping it would go all the way inside her. As, perhaps, she was.

The torment was tearing Denis apart. “Ugh – I can’t watch!” he cried, pulling at handfuls of his hair and pacing up and down at the foot of the bed. “I just want it to be over! I wish ... ugh!”

“Oh ... oh God...!” Sabrina gasped.

How long would Gary keep this up? Denis wondered miserably. It could be ages yet, if he kept himself from climaxing ... and a climax did not seem likely, if he was not going to penetrate Sabrina. If he did fuck her, then at least it would be over quickly. And really, would the experience be so very different? What he was seeing now was torture – penetration was starting to seem like a minor additional step, and one that would at least provide a light at the end of the tunnel.

“All right!” he groaned in distress. “Just do it already – put it in, Gary.”

“Denis!” Sabrina squealed.

Gary grinned, and thrust forward, sinking his cock deep inside Sabrina. Then, fucking her with long, leisurely thrusts, he resumed kissing her, sliding his tongue around hers, while his right hand played with her breast and his left arm supported much of his weight.

Denis stared sadly at the shaft of flesh sliding in and out of Sabrina’s vagina. He wanted to leave ... but he already felt terrible for giving up and telling Gary to fuck his wife. To watch it happening seemed like a fitting punishment.

His hope that it would be over quickly, however, began to fade as it became apparent that Gary wanted to take his time. After a full five minutes, Gary pulled his cock out, and murmured, “Let’s try out that sweet ass of yours, shall we?” And he began to push his cock against her anal sphincter again.

Sabrina gasped, and bit her lip anxiously, but Gary’s Vaseline-lubed erection easily forced her anus open, and sank smoothly into her rectum. As he started thrusting with long, deep, vigorous strokes, she clutched his shoulders with her hands, and gripped his waist tightly with her legs.

“Do you have your phone handy, Denis?” Gary panted.

“Uh, yeah,” replied Denis in a subdued voice. “Why?”

“Take a video of this,” Gary instructed him. “I’ll explain why later. Get some nice full-length shots and also some close-ups of the fucking.”

Appalled, Denis wondered what the benefit of such a video could possibly be ... but he was feeling like he had failed enough already this evening, and he did not want to become any more of a disappointment. Reluctantly, he pulled out his phone, and began recording video. As instructed, he took in the whole scene – zooming out so that Sabrina’s and Gary’s bodies were entirely in the field of view, and then zooming in and panning slowly from Sabrina’s passionate, breathless face and Gary’s victorious grin, down to Gary’s hand roughly kneading Sabrina’s left breast, down to the hideous sight of Gary’s cock sliding in and out of Sabrina’s anus ... which he filmed for over half a minute in close-up, before zooming out again.

He continued to film for the next few minutes, until Gary suddenly pulled out his cock, and shoved it back into Sabrina’s vagina. Thrusting ever harder and with heavy grunts of effort, Gary finally groaned loudly, pressing his loins against Sabrina’s for several seconds, and then thrusting again, with another groan. Several more times he thrusted, with less and less intensity each time, until eventually he collapsed on top of her.

Denis ran from the room, around the corner and into the bathroom, where he collapsed to his knees in front of the toilet and threw up his dinner into the bowl. “Oh God!” he whispered, horrified at what he had just witnessed. “I’m so sorry, Sabrina!”

When he emerged from the bathroom, he encountered Gary, who was waiting for him in his bedroom’s doorway. “Are you okay?” Gary asked. He was still naked.

“No,” replied Denis dully. “I’m really not. I don’t know how I can face Sabrina.”

“You don’t have to, dude,” said Gary gently. “Sabrina’s exhausted, as you can imagine. Why don’t you her sleep here? This has been a draining experience for the both of you; best give each other some time to process it before meeting up to discuss it. I’ll take her to work tomorrow; you can pick her up afterwards.”

“You ... you want to keep her here overnight?” asked Denis, aghast.

“i honestly think it would be best,” said Gary. “She’s still reeling from the experience of hearing you tell me to fuck her; she’ll benefit from some time away from you after that. But don’t worry; if she stays here tonight, she’ll find herself missing you, and that’ll be all to the good. So go home, and call her tomorrow morning. Maybe wait until she gets to work.”

“Oh God!” said Denis in dismay. “I really messed up, didn’t I?”

“Messed up?” said Gary in surprise. “No! Not at all. Are you kidding? Have you forgotten what this exercise was all about?”

“Maybe I need a reminder,” replied Denis glumly.

“Okay,” said Gary, “here it is. We established that Sabrina is going to get groped and fucked by other men, wherever she works. Clearly, that’s a big problem for you. In order to eliminate that problem, you either need to leave her – which I’m assuming you don’t want to do...”

“Definitely not!” said Denis.

“Or keep her entirely away from other men – which is both impractical and unfair to her – or else find a way to reconcile yourself with the inevitable fuckings.”

“Right...” said Denis slowly.

“That was what this therapy was all about,” Gary continued. “And dude ... it worked better than I could have imagined. You were amazing! By the end of the exercise, you were not only allowing another man to fuck your wife against her will ... you were letting it happen while you were in the same room! AND, might I add, you even filmed it! That shows incredible fortitude, and it bodes very well for your marriage. If you can cope with it happening in front of your eyes, you can certainly cope with it happening elsewhere, and only hearing about it later.”

“I guess so,” said Denis, nodding slowly. “What’s the video for, anyway?”

“Ah,” said Gary. “Well it occurs to me that, over time, this lesson might come to seem less fresh, less engrained, as the memory of it fades. I think it’s important to keep it alive and raw in your mind, so that you don’t slip back into the old jealous rage mindset. So I want you to save this video, and watch it once a day. You’re unlikely to forget the lesson if, every day, you’re watching your wife getting impaled by another man’s cock.”

Denis shuddered. “Very unlikely,” he agreed. “Do you really think it’s necessary, though...?”

“If you want to avoid a gradual build-up of resentment and jealousy in your marriage,” said Gary gravely, “then yes.”

Denis sighed. “I think my marriage is in trouble enough as it is,” he said.

“Because Sabrina’s feelings are hurt?” Gary inquired. “Nah. She’ll get over it – once she realises you were simply doing your very best in difficult circumstances. Let her sleep on it; she’ll feel much better in the morning.”

Feeling troubled, Denis said, “Well ... okay ... I guess I’ll head home then. I’d better just say goodnight to Sabrina, though.”

“Best not to,” Gary advised. “The wound is still raw. Give it until tomorrow morning, like I said.”

“All right,” said Denis with a heavy sigh. “Goodnight then, Gary. And ... thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Gary with a smile.


THE END


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