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Subject: {ASSM} "Fixup"  by  deirdre  (MF,  cheat)  --  rp  by  H.  Jekyll  and  Please  Cain
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Fixup

MF, cheat

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Disclaimer: my stories are sex fantasies that sometimes include sexual
acts and situations that would be undesirable in real life. Do not read
this story if reading such things would offend you. Do not read this
story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost on the Internet, or publish in
low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish
in anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an
author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.

Fixup

by deirdre

I still remember the first time my boss's wife came in. Stacy came in
and said "Hello?" in this questioning voice that screamed that she was
filled with curiosity and concern about me. Then I could feel her
looking at me the whole time even when I wasn't facing her.

It was clear she was wondering about her husband and me. But she really
was worried over nothing: though George is pretty good looking, both of
them are ten years older than me and I would be unlikely to think of
George as dating material even if he weren't married. George seemed to
find me attractive and he is a bit of a flirt, but he really didn't
single me out. And he *did* pay attention to Stacy. And it's no
wonder--I'd sure like to look like Stacy now, much less ten years from
now!  But there wasn't anything that *I* could say--to come right out
and comment on it would be more likely to fan her fears than allay
them. So I just ignored her attention and *innocent* questions.

But she didn't seem to get over her worry. I didn't worry about it too
much--I felt my job was secure and George didn't seem affected, but it
did make me uncomfortable.

One day Stacy came in and made small talk and looked like she was
hiding her suspicions, and then she surprised me. She asked if I'd like
to come over for dinner!  Knowing her suspicions, I wondered what she
were up to. What would she gain out of all this?

I looked at her, trying to figure her out. She really did look good--
and she dressed well too. For a second, I just seemed to be hypnotized
by the sight of her, but then I realized I was sitting there like a
fool and spoke up, accepting the invitation. But I couldn't help
feeling some trepidation over what it would be like to be under her
scrutiny for a *social* evening, but even so, I was curious.

George came over to pick me up. When we arrived at their house, Stacy
was dressed to kill. A small, tight knit black dress--showing a body
which clearly was getting the attention of exercise. I forced myself to
avoid staring at her. There was another *man* there!  She was trying to
set me up!  They introduced him as Ken and told me he had just moved
into the neighborhood. He was very good looking and about my age, but I
am always suspicious when surprised like that and couldn't warm up to
him.

We had wine and started dinner and I could see that Stacy was trying to
draw me and Ken out. She talked to him when she couldn't get much out
of me and she even flirted with him a little!  Well, as the evening
wore on and we all had more wine, I noticed that Stacy's attention to
Ken hadn't abated. I wondered whether she had forgotten her mission.

Finally George took me home. Well, actually, half way home he paused
and said "Let's go see something," and turned around and went back. He
parked a couple houses down and drew me into their backyard to their
windows. We peeked in. I couldn't believe we were doing this.

We got to their bedroom, and sure enough, Ken and Stacy were in there,
locked in embrace!  George watched a while. They didn't undress or
anything, but just stood there, kissing. I snuck a peek at George and a
feeling of sympathy washed over me. I unobtrusively moved over until
our shoulders were touching. I thought he might turn to me right then
and there. But we just watched. They still kissed. Seeing Stacy so
passionate like that did something to me. I got impatient with them--it
was time to get on with it!  I was about to see him pull off that
little dress.

Finally, he started doing just that. I couldn't breath, and I pressed
my shoulder against George, a little harder. But George pulled away
from the window, immediately pulled me around the house to the front
door and opened it noisily. We entered the living room as Stacy and Ken
were sort of stumbling into the room themselves. Having seen them, it
was obvious that they were anxious about things.  George gave Stacy
this strange look and she had the look of a bird hypnotized by a snake.
Without taking his eyes of Stacy, George suggested that Ken take me
home and we left them there like that.

Ken took me home and I was soon in bed, alone, laying awake. You
wouldn't believe what fantasies I've been having since that evening.


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