index


Message-ID: <63857asstr$1485504602@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: TotemPole <totempolecanada@gmail.com>
User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10.12; rv:45.0)
 Gecko/20100101 Thunderbird/45.6.0
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Bytes: 39593
Subject: {ASSM} Sexy Jane (MF, MMF, MF, rom, preg)
Lines: 785
Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2017 03:10:02 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Sexy Jane (MF, MMF, MF, rom, preg)

----

OK, people think I'm a flirt, but I'm not; at least I don't try to be. I 
like being nice and friendly to people and that includes being nice to 
myself. I like dressing up and feeling attractive, so I dress accordingly. 
Don't all women??

People do appreciate how I cheer up the office, making others feel good, 
but sometimes the men take it all wrong. Maybe it's all the touching people 
think I am doing. Like last week Bob had a sore shoulder and I willingly 
massaged it for him. Bob is all too sexy and sometimes I wish I wasn't 
married, so that he would flirt with me. Well, he does flirt but  only in a 
nice way.

But Kevin does make me blush. He comes up to me saying he has a bad sprain 
and needs a massage and so we go into his office and I ask where to pain is 
and he points to his pants!! I fall for it every time! He even got me 
touching it once!

Dan knows I have a good body and I love him playing with it. You know, 
playing with my tits, pats on the bum, squeezing my waist and his hands 
roaming up my legs to my pussy. I love what he does, but it is limited and 
one thing he's not good at and that is kissing. He feels it's a totally 
waste of our time and we should skip to the more arousing parts of my 
sexual and sensual body. My first boyfriend knew how to kiss and he 
sometimes made me come just from the kissing.

Come to think of it, there's many things Dan doesn't do, some I've only 
heard about from the girls in the office or gym, but would love to try 
them. Like many relationships, what we do get to be a routine. He always 
gets up at 7am; We always have pasta on Thursday; We fuck missionary unless 
I beg (sic) for a change and then it is only doggie; blah, blah, blah.

----

I was still a virgin when Dan and I got engaged, but I did have boyfriends 
before him, even when I was eleven we did plenty of kissing, necking and 
fondling that all preteens do, but nothing more than that, even though the 
older kids pleaded with me for blowjobs, handjobs, etc. I never acquiesce 
to their demands.

I told Dan moments before we consummated our relationship that I was still 
a virgin and he knew then that he was very special. I thought I had the 
pick of the litter and I chose him. I could have had many others, but Dan 
was the man. I would tease him, even flirt with him at parties, but we 
would always end up together. There was never anyone else. He knew I would 
never cheat on him.

But four year of marriage does take it toll on you and you get lazy and 
complacent. Sex is still good but is unexciting, even mundane. We stopped 
dating, and at times it feels like we're now just friends cohabiting. 
People would ask us about a family and the best I could answer was we 
weren't ready.

Well, that's not really the truth. Dan was my escape from under overbearing 
parents. He's ok, but I just wish he was more exciting. So often ignored, 
sometimes I had to beg him to fuck me.

----

But, extra marital affairs? It never really crossed my mind.

----

We got this new young boss and we girls all agreed he was a winner. Cute in 
all the right places, if you know what I mean! You could tell it was big by 
the way it filled his pants.

AND he had this bad habit of calling me "Sexy Jane!!"ť
"HEY, Sexy Jane, what's this shit you just dropped on my desk?"ť
"Sexy Jane, I want you and the GL report on my desk before 5pm -ť
On and on, until I started to really like it. It was harmless fun and it 
made work that much better.

He was good fun. We would all, at some point, go and sit on his desk and 
tell him to quit this shit, but he only laughed. He wasn't doing it to 
degrade us, but to brighten up the place.

Don't know, but a change come over me. I wanted to look different, maybe 
more appealing. Should I even think, sexy. The office became electrified. 
Everything related with Steve became sexualized. I went out of my way to be 
nice to him and did everything he asked of me, and everything was wonderful 
until I learnt he was fucking Betty Blue. five weeks on the job and he's 
fucking the staff. Don't know why, but I felt betrayed.

Maybe even jealous!

----

Steve would often come up behind me and if I had a bare shoulder showing, 
would kiss it, saying "Hi Sexy Jane."ť Or he would  part my hair and kiss 
the nape of my neck. Sometimes he would run his fingers down my spine. But 
he always stopped short of anything, or so I thought, but then my thoughts 
about him changed. A red flag should have been a warning to steer clear of 
him. To back off, or I'll be in over my head.

Then one day Bob caught me at the water cooler and trapped me into a 
conversation about something sexual and Steve comes up behind me and rested 
his head on my shoulder. I was expected a peck on the neck or something as 
harmless, but then he pulled my skirt up to nearly the top of my thighs, 
exposing every inch of my legs, maybe even my panties, saying "Bob, doesn't 
Sexy Jane have the best legs ever?"ť

And all Bob could do was to stare. All of a sudden I knew if I didn't get 
away, things would get totally out of hand. Too late, as I felt Bob's hand 
touched my thigh and then up over my pubes and a finger rubbing my clit 
through my panties.

Then his finger was in my pussy and Steve's finger was on my clit. 1 minute 
was all it took from raising my skirt, to me coming all over Bob's fingers. 
When I could, I rushed away to the restroom, but I couldn't stop thinking 
about what had just happened and all of a sudden I found myself in a 
cubicle touching myself. Playing with my clit and all too soon I hand my 
hand inside my panties playing with my clit and pretending it was Bob's 
hand touching me and in 30 seconds I was coming again.

Now, every time I walked past his office, he would look up at me and I 
could see the 'want' in his eyes. In a blink of his eye, I felt naked with 
his hand between my legs.

Lust all you want. It ain't going to happen ever again, Bob!

----

The only flirting I ever did with Bob would be the occasional, well often, 
touching of his arm, or calling him "Big Man"ť. "Hey Big Man, my stapler is 
jammed. Can you fix it?"ť "Hey Big man, my chair is jammed to high. Help, 
pleeeease!"ť Innocent flirts, I thought. All that stopped. I was too scared 
of his reaction, but I did miss it. Even though things went too far that 
day, Bob's OK.

Now, parts of me want to cover myself up completely. To wear skirts to my 
knees or below, but instead I shortened them by an inch and half.

The first day wearing my shorter skirts was totally exciting. All the men 
noticed the change and the women were not happy. Damn them! It's my body. 
It's not my problem they haven't good legs. Legs like mine need showing, 
and the men did appreciate that, maybe too much! But I did catch myself 
pulling them lower on the first day! I had never exposed much of myself 
before. Steve's flirting had changed something in me, brought the 
recklessness out in me. I caught myself thinking of Steve and Bob in 
sexual/romantic terms. Who would be the better kisser? What would either of 
them be like in bed? I knew Steve carried a good size package and I could 
image Bob's wasn't far off that too. Those thoughts got me so hot at times 
that I had to go and relieve myself. Two minutes and I was gushing all over 
my fingers.

----

And then on "Casual Friday"ť we would tease Steve merciless with our ideas 
of casual dress. But it was never enough for him and his comments were 
always that we were so boring in our attire even for a Casual Friday.

I was in his room one Friday wearing a nice blouse that buttoned down the 
front and had it undone to the top of my bra, exposing a bit of cleavage 
and a shorter than normal skirt (not as short as a mini), and flats. So I 
was admirably presentable when I went around his desk and sat my butt on 
the edge of his desk with one foot on the wheel part of his chair, thereby 
spreading my legs a wee bit, enough to make him look me all over.

Watching him eyeing me up and down was totally awesome. Every part of me 
tingled. I knew I looked good. I kept a good body and had pleasant 
features. I wasn't a skinny model, nor was a fat chunk like Marie. 36BB's, 
slender hips and the best legs in the office, and I was ten times better 
than Betty Blue!

Fuck you, Betty. He was here for all of us, not for your personal fuck 
mate. Can't you keep your legs together? Bitch.

I knew my nipples were sticking out and he could see them through the 
fabric of my flimsy bra and blouse and my vagina was tingling. I knew then 
I had taken this flirting up a notch. No longer just friendly banter around 
the water fountain. I was kinda just waiting to see his reaction! I was 
loving it all too much.

"Hey Sexy Jane, if that the best you can do for a Casual Sexy Friday dress 
code violation? I'm disappointed,"ť he said with a smirk on his face.

"Fuck you!"ť I said as I up'ed and left. Fuck this, and was determined to 
get the better of him today. So I went into the washroom and took my bra 
off, leaving all the buttons of my blouse undone but with the blouse still 
tucked in, I returned my ass to his desk.

"Do I now meet the Sexy Casual Friday dress code, your lordship?"ť, and I 
knew then I had stepped over that invisible  boundary and was now 
completely out of my comfort zone. This was no longer a simple flirt. It 
was an outright tease and I didn't know how it would end. He wasn't now 
just casually interested in me; he was sexually aroused and in his element. 
I could see a lump in his pants. A big lump! Fuck.

----

He got up from his desk and stood in front of me and placed a finger on my 
lips, gently rubbing them side to side, then pushing his finger inside my 
mouth and playing with my tongue. Then his finger was tracing a path down 
my neck. Oh god, what's he doing now? It was meant only to tease him but 
all this touching wasn't in my plan. I was breathing really hard by now and 
wanted to run and escape but still wanting, god knows what, maybe to see 
how far he would take it and, of course, I loved all the attention, but I 
was so caught up in the action that I couldn't move or say anything above 
the noise of my pounding heart. My saving grace was I could stop this at 
any moment.

And his finger continued all the way down before placing his hands on my 
flesh. My heart jumped but all I could do is watch as his hands slid up my 
body until they were firmly over my breasts. Then his fingers were giving 
my nipples all the attention they sudden screamed for.

"So when are we going to consummate this wonderful feast you laid before 
me?", he whispered in my ear as he continued twisting my nipples. "Make it 
soon. The suspense is killing me," as he placed one of my hands on the 
bulge in his pants.

"I'm married. I don't screw around like some tramp I know," was all I could 
muster as my hand slid down the inside of his pants and touched his cock. 
All I could think of was how hot; how hard; how smooth this cock was, 
emanating its' strength, while remain silky smooth to the touch all at the 
same time. So this is the cock that's been satisfying Betty Blue all these 
weeks.

He suddenly stopped and it afforded me time to regained my composure before 
hitting the washroom to put my bra back on before anyone else saw me nearly 
naked.

----

I knew then he wanted to fuck me and in all honestly, and at that moment, I 
wanted to fuck him.

I've had a few quickies during my marriage but I was usually drunk at the 
time, and wasn't, therefore, responsible, so I kept telling myself. But 
with Steve, I will have no excuses.

It's just plain and simple.

I want that cock. I want that cock inside me.

But I won't as I'm married, but this flirting is getting way out of hand. 
I'm losing control.

It is the only thing I think about these days! As always, I'm in two minds. 
Go for it and let him fuck me senseless, or stop this madness. I have to 
remember that Dan isn't always that bad in the bedroom. Dan can improve and 
become the lover of my dreams. Just have to have greater stamina and 
lasting abilities. AND KISSING!!! He keeps forgetting how much I love 
kissing and I have to remind him of it all the time.

Steve. He's bringing the worse of Dan out and I must forcibly remember how 
loving he is, I mean how loving Dan is.

----

The next few Casual Friday's it got worse. I would sit on the edge of his 
desk and he would, at first, play with my knee, but slowly his hand would 
venture up my thigh and every week, he would get further up my leg before 
he would stop. But first he would always push my skirt some way up my leg 
and his hand would never go past that point. So I always knew how far 
things will go.

Damn fucking tease. He knew exactly what he was doing and like a good mark, 
I fell for it. It never reached the point where I would push him hand away, 
therefore regaining control of myself. It was always in his court.

But then, by week 4, he hit pay dirt. He pushed my skirt all the way up and 
I instinctively knew what was going to happen and I did nothing to stop it. 
I didn't even try to push my skirt back down. I wanted it to happen.

We both just watched as his hand wandered up my thigh and my legs started 
to wantonly spread apart.

His finger went straight into my wet pussy. There, on his desk, he held me 
up as he brought me a wonderful orgasm, a couple of fingers in my pussy and 
one on my clit and I was a goner.

I was really losing it. And he was still fucking Betty Blue and her wedding 
day was just a few days away.

----

And let's not forget Bob.

He was now talkative and touching, always try to get me to go out for a 
drink. Twice he caught me in the coffee room and we started kissing. It 
didn't last long but every time it broke my resistance to Bob's touch down 
a notch. I was scared that sooner or later we'll end up in a full embrace.

And one Friday I relented and we went for drinks. Dan thought I was with 
the girls. The conversation did turn sexual - he asked about my partners, 
what sort of things I liked, what sort of man I fancied and Bob was lining 
me up for a fuck.

Must admit I was getting hot and bothered and it didn't at all help having 
his hand roaming up and down my thigh. I tried uncrossing my legs but all 
that did was to spread them, allowing his hand to slip right up my leg and 
for a finger to touch my clit.

And then we were kissing like teenagers in the back of a car and he brought 
me to a wonderful orgasm, right there in the pub. Luckily it was in a 
secluded section and no one saw us behaving like kids.

----

But now I have Steve and Bob to contend with at the office, and Dan, and 
Dan doing whatever Dan does. He's either working, playing golf with his 
buddies, or waking me up in the middle of the night for a bit of loving. 
It's been forever since we're been out on a date. In fact, I've been out on 
more 'dates' with Bob than with my own husband these last few months.

----

Then came the office party. Luckily, Betty Blue was on her honeymoon, so I 
was spared seeing Steve cavorting with Betty and Bob was out of town.

Steve was up to his usual tricks. His gentle touching; whispering in my ear 
and the odd kiss on the neck or shoulder. All totally distracting. Dan was 
enjoying himself out on the deck and the food and booze flowed freely.

Then Steve caught me coming out of the bathroom and dragged me into an 
alcove and commence kissing me.

I tried to squirm out of the embrace but it only made his kissing stronger.

"Hannah, it's only kissing. No harm in that?" as he returned to kissing me. 
And it felt good. Reminded me of some of my high school encounters, and oh 
too soon, I was returning his kissing. My body was responding and I could 
feel the itch spreading between my legs.

"Please stop, Steve. We have to stop, Steve" but by then my lips were in 
flames. I couldn't stop even if I wanted. I felt my skirt riding up my legs 
and my legs welcoming the exposure, until my skirt was around my waist, 
exposing my thongs to Steve.

Then his hands were crawling up my thighs, spreading my legs apart until I 
felt his finger on my clit.

----

I managed to break my lips free of him and splutter "Steve, no, we must 
stop," but by then my hand was already in his pants searching for that rod 
of steel.

He stopped for a moment, only to open the bedroom door and drag me inside 
and his fingers continued their assault on my clit and pussy. That first 
finger that slid into my pussy sealed my fate. There was no turning back 
for me now. It was a done deal. We're going to fuck. Well, I sure hope 
we're going to fuck. I'm not putting my marriage on the line for a quick 
grope. I now want a good, long, hard fucking, with his big, fucking, cock.

As I was coming down from my climax, Steve placed me on the bed and slipped 
between my legs. I reached out to grab hold of his cock and guide it to my 
overly inflamed, soaking wet pussy. And then he pushed.

"Fuck you, Steve," was all I could muster as his cock head pushed its way 
pass my labia and into my vagina. Even his cock head was big, stretching my 
pussy so that previously unknown nerve endings got rubbed and excited, 
sending million and one shots of electricity to my poor brain and back to 
my clit. And then he pushed again.

I have never felt so much cock ever, and it kept sliding further, and 
further, into me. I looked down and even though I was completed filled with 
his cock, there was still more waiting to fill me. To rub my pussy to its 
breaking point.

"Don't worry, Hannah, it will soon all fit in your wonderful fuckable pussy."

And then the fucking started. Slowly at first to allow my juices to 
lubricate this massive cock imbedded inside me, then he started. 
Withdrawing nearly all the way out and then ramming it all back in. Each 
time, more slipped inside me until I was taking all nine inches. In some 
positions I could even feel it rubbing my belly button. Then I was slipping 
into another fuck state. Every organ inside me was moving aside to 
accommodate this fuck monster.

Before I knew it, I was coming again and I wrapped my arms and legs around 
him, digging my fingernails into him as my ecstasy exploded throughout my 
body. And Steve didn't last long either before he let loose with multiple 
explosions of his hot sperm, which sent me into another tailspin.

He stayed inside me until I had calmed down enough to think. My body wanted 
more, much more, but there was Dan somewhere in the house.

He withdrew slowly, leaving me with that empty feeing; wanting desperately 
for his cock to return, but it didn't.

We dressed and kissed before exiting the room separately and I headed to 
the bathroom for a well deserved cleanup.

----

What did I do? It was pure madness to screw my boss, BUT, I couldn't get it 
out of my mind how wonderful it all was. How was I going to face Steve on 
Monday? Betty Blue was outwardly cool as a cucumber and I would have to do 
that too.

BUT, IT MUST NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

Dan woke me from my slumber. "Sweetie, hate to wake you, but I've got a 
flight to catch at 3pm. There was a fire overnight in our Brooklyn 
warehouse and they need me there for a few days to organize the cleanup. 
Should be back Wednesday. You're OK with that? It's only for a few days."

"No! but if you must go; go! I'll keep the bed warm for you," as I turned 
over and went back to my wonderful dream where I was getting fucked by all 
the men in the office!

I only got up when I had to see Dan off and moped around the place until 
there was a knock on the door.

There was Steve.

"Steve, what are you doing her? Dan mustn't see you here."

"I'm only returning these" as her showed me a pair of huge bloomers, ten 
times my size! I had to smile. They weren't mine, but I now knew it was 
Steve who was in possession of my thong underwear.

"Going to let me in?"

"Steve, you mustn't stay, Dan will be back shortly," as I tried in vain to 
ward off his first of many kisses.

"I saw him at the airport and he told me of the fire. So, are you going to 
offer me a drink or what?"

So I let him in. I couldn't help it, but I kept peeking at the bulge in his 
pants and visualizing that piece of man meat that was inside me last night. 
I hadn't forgotten and neither had my pussy as it started twitching. As I 
was adding ice to the glasses, he kissed me on the nape of my neck, sending 
shivers throughout my body. I had to stop this madness and get him out of 
the house, but these kisses kept on disarming me.

I only had on a flannel shirt and some sweat pants with nothing underneath, 
so I was feeling very exposed, but if I excused myself and went and 
changed, it would give him the idea I wanted him to stay longer. So I just 
fiddled with the string to my pants.

"Come sit beside me. I promise nothing will happen. Promise." So I sat at 
the other end of the couch.

"Steve, last night was a mistake. I didn't know what got into me." I 
realized what I had said and blushed, "but it was wrong."

"Hannah, please sit closer. Yes, closer. No, closer. See, it's OK.", as I 
inched closer and closer to him, finally sit beside him.

"Hannah, it was beautiful. You are beautiful." and then he was kissing me 
again but only on the forehead and cheek. But that was only to soften me 
up, as then he was kissing me for real. Holding my hair so I couldn't turn 
away from him, and this wave of excitement rushed through my body, ending 
up in my pussy and clit.

"Come, Sit on my lap, Hannah," and like a wanton bitch in heat, I did. And 
the kissing started again in earnest.

"No Steve, please." but by then I was kissing him back and his hand was 
inside my shirt and all too soon found my breast. I weakly tried pushing 
his hand away but it felt too good and my hand wondered around his pants, 
searching for his cock. Oh yes, it was all ready, ready for my pussy.

Then things slowed down. We both knew whats going to happen, and he was now 
enjoying exploring my body and I liked his exploring.

In the next thirty minutes, he played with my titties, sucked and twisted 
both nipples until I had my first orgasm of the day. Then my feet, thighs 
and finally he spread my clit hood and his tongue started licking my clit, 
sending me again, over that wall of insatiable desire.

Then we were on the floor. This time, his cock slid in easily into my 
waiting pussy. God! Was it was only 12 hours ago we were fucking our brains 
out!

He knew there wasn't any rush as he slowly sunk his cock deep inside me and 
then pull it out so that only the head was inside my pussy and then droving 
it all the way back in, exciting my pussy walls to extremes and sending me 
gasping for air.

"Oh Steve, it feels so good. Don't.." was all I could spluttered out before 
another wave engulfed me and sent me craving for more cock.

"Fuck." He didn't unload for a good 30 minutes and I had long gone lost 
count of my orgasms, but I did came again as he filled me up with his red 
hot sperm.

I knew my uterus was sucking up every last sperm in the mad hope of 
impregnating me, but it would fail this time. It seems it was the only 
thing I had any form of control over as I had absolutely no control over 
Steve's piston like pumping of his cock in my pussy, time after repeated 
time, he banged me. Pumped that cock into me, and I had little control over 
the orgasms it gave me. I just went with the flow, orgasm then the buildup 
for another orgasm. I just hanged on for dear life as his cock took 
complete control over me.

Even doggie style, his cock was every where inside me, and every time his 
cock head touched my g-spot, I got a double whammy of explosions inside my 
head.

After an hour I couldn't take it anymore and managed to release myself from 
his cock. It was still rock hard and required a few minutes of a handjob 
with plenty of licking until he shot his load down my throat.



----

This continued for a number of weeks where Monday through Thursday was 
normal as can be around this crazy office, but on Casual Friday he would be 
all over me, or was it, me all over him? Always ended up with his finger 
twisting my nipples or embedded in my pussy bringing me off. Sometimes we 
managed to sneak off for a fuck. These Fridays always left me restless and 
when my Dan fucked me later in the evening, it only took the edge off my 
crazy wanton sexual desire.

----

Friday the 13th came and we both arrived early for work and it didn't take 
me long to plonk myself on his desk.
"Sexy Jane at your command", and with that he placed his hands on my thighs 
and slowly pushed my skirt all the way up it could go. Then back on my 
knees to spread my legs.

"I've always loved these legs of yours but they do lead me to temptation" 
he smirked, as his hands travelled up my legs. It met no resistance from me 
and it wasn't long before his fingers found my pussy and clit and with one 
swift movement, his fingers were inside me, pushing in and out and all too 
soon I was coming. I was all too ready for what would come next. His big cock.

He pulled my panties off me and started undoing his pants and then I knew 
for sure we were going to fuck. It would be the first time we did it in the 
office. My skirt was bunched up around my waist by this time and my legs 
were spread waiting for his body to slip between them and then we were 
going to consummate; he's going to fuck me silly. He had his cock out and 
it was pointing directly at my eagerly awaiting pussy.

OMG! It looked so wonderful, I had to reach out and fondle it before it 
disappeared inside me. God, it was so hard; so thick that it dwarfed my 
tiny hand wrapped part way around it and it seemed to go on forever. Only a 
part of this fuck monster would fit inside me. I was spreading my cunt lips 
and the head of his cock was rubbing my labia and getting wet with my 
juices, slipping an inch or two inside me when the lights in the main room 
turned on. Someone else had arrived early.

F-U-C-K, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

So close. Another minute and we couldn't, wouldn't, have stopped. He played 
with my nipples later in the day, but that only made my madness for his 
cock worse.

"Hi Bob. You're early today?"

----

Seems Dan did too good a job at the fire cleanup that he was promoted but 
his new job required him being away one night a week and on those nights, I 
spent my time with Steve, usually at his place.

Sometimes we would go out dinner and dancing, but we always ended up back 
at his home for a fuckfest. Some nights we would skip everything and go 
straight to bed, ordering delivery to fuel our fuckfest! I always knew that 
it was just a sexual relationship. Once either one of us lost the lust, it 
would be over. There was never a hint of longterm friendship or romance. 
But it served its purpose.

I truly believed Dan never knew. I always answered his calls and I never 
talked in my sleep and was always eager for his cock, though I had to 
squeeze a bit to make my pussy feel the old size to him. I never left cum 
soaked panties laying around the place, even in the clothes hamper.

----

Then Steve held a party for us and everything changed.

A few of his friends, some people from the office, Dan and me, and, of 
course, Bob!

----

"So what are you wearing tonight?" Dan asked and I returned a blank stare! 
"To your office BBQ!" he explained.

Shit! I had totally forgotten about it.

"Just shorts and a top. It's just a get together. Nothing dramatic." I 
stammered, remembering it's Steve party and he'll will be there and knowing 
I have to steer clear of him.

Of course, that never happened. Steve was casually touching me all night 
long. When no one was watching, i.e. Dan, he would gently run a fingernail 
across my palm, sometimes even locking our finger together for 2 seconds. 
once running his fingers up and down my spine. A constant reminder to me of 
his presence; his hold over me.

Dan got sick and by 8pm he was off home in a taxi. I wanted to go with him 
and not be left here with Steve but he was insistent I stay and enjoy 
myself with my colleagues. I was, heaven forbid, kinda pleased he was going 
to be out of the picture. After the party Steve and I could have some 
one-on-one time together. We hadn't fucked for 5 days and it was beginning 
to show. I needed the itch quenched!

When no one from the office was sober enough to notice, I took my wedding 
ring off as I often did around Steve. I hated being reminded when Steve was 
inside me that I was married to someone else than the owner of the cock 
inside me. Soon Steve was saying farewell to the last of the guests and we 
could then relax.

Dimly lit lights, soft music and we were dancing and kissing like teenagers 
after curfew. He pulled me closer and ran his hands up my back to my bra's 
clip, releasing my tits from their confines. Without missing a beat, he 
slid his hands to cover my breasts before focusing on my two nipples, 
twisting and pinching them until I was panting hard. Then his hands were 
undoing my shorts and sliding them off my hips.

We stopped kissing for a moment as his finger gently touched my clit, 
sending shivers all over me. It was then I felt a presence behind me and as 
I turn to see who it was, but before I could do anything, he locked his 
lips onto mine. Steve's fingers were working their magic on my clit and the 
only thing I could do was to kiss this person back until Steve brought me 
to an orgasm, right there in the living room with a stranger fondling my 
tits and kissing me wildly.

"Sexy Jane, this is the start of the rest of your life!" said the voice and 
immediately I recognised it as belonging to Bob.

"Hannah, You are going to really enjoy tonight. This is your special night. 
We are going to treat you to everything your body and heart desires, and 
maybe more!" Steve whispered in my ear.

Oh God, Steve and Bob, and I'm naked sandwiched between them, with Steve's 
finger in my pussy and Bob was playing with my titties and he was still 
kissing me!

Luckily they held me up as my legs collapsed as I started on another gut 
wrenching orgasm. Guess it's going to be a threesome tonight. Another first.

Steve carried me into the bedroom and laid me down across the bed and 
started playing with my nipples while rubbing the head of his cock over my 
lips. I leaned my head back over the side of the bed, waiting for the rest 
of his cock. It was always a very tight fit, and tonight was no exception. 
I think it was as hard or harder than the very first time we fucked. I 
managed to get only a couple of inches inside before I felt Bob's tongue on 
my clit.

----

Then his fingers were inside me and it didn't take him long to have me 
bucking my hips up and down in anticipation of my next orgasm, which came 
moments later, gushing all over his fingers.

Before I could calm down, Bob was licking up my mess and was soon sucking 
on my clit. Having my clit sucked, fingers in my pussy and Steve's cock 
pumping my mouth, I was lost in a series of orgasms.

Finally, I had a cock inside me. Bob's. A whole year of fending him off was 
pointless. I now eagerly await a good fuck from Bob. Steve withdrew and 
lifted my head so that I could see Bob's cock pumping in and out of me.

And I saw, and felt, Bob dump his load inside me. His hot steamy jism and 
plenty of it too!

"OK, Bob. Clean her out."

This was another first for me. Someone licking my pussy clean of my juices 
and their spunk.

----

Then it was Steve's turn in my pussy. "I wanna watch." I told Bob and he 
raised my head so I could see Steve's big fat cock enter me. I could only 
watch a few strokes before the pleasure overwhelmed me and I had to flop my 
head back down hanging over the side of the bed. It was now my turn to 
clean Bob's cock of my juices and his cum as he pushed his cock into my 
mouth, and not too soon, down my throat. Oh Bobbbbbbb. I knew Steve was 
pounding the shit out of me, but it was Bob I cared about.

Even though I did try to ignore him around the office, I cared for him more 
that I let on, and being with him tonight in such intimacy broke down that 
barrier I had built up around him. Maybe I was too afraid to show my true 
feeling for him, but now I was released and set about enjoying him. Even as 
he was playing with my nipples, I managed to reach up and started pinching 
his! That drove him wild and he started pumping my mouth real hard. Oh god, 
I've never been fucked like this in my mouth, it was a totally orgasmic 
experience.

I was now truly being spit roasted by two guys from the office. Beat this 
Betty Blue!

And then Steve was dumping his load in my pussy at the same time Bob 
unleashed everything he had down my throat, and I joined them in thrashing 
about on the bed and another orgasm spread through my loins.

Steve left after that, leaving me in Bob's care, and I stayed with Bob the 
rest of the night. We cemented our union many times that night and in the 
morning found ourselves locked spooning, his hands over my breasts and his 
cock lodged between my thighs. Before long, we were fucking again. Seems I 
couldn't get enough of Bob.

----

"Hi honey. Yes, I'm at Susie's place. I was too drunk and tired to drive 
home, so Susie put me up for the night. She's only a few blocks away from 
the party so we staggered back to her place. Oh god, she was as bad as me! 
I know she fell down once, maybe twice! I'll have to check myself out when 
I take a shower! Yes, my head hurts and my mouth feels like the Sahara desert!"

I didn't mention the state of my pussy, clit or the hickies Bob left on my 
tits! Fuck! How am I going to explain these to Dan?

"I need a coffee, real bad, and then a quick shower and I should be home in 
a hour and half. Are you feeling any better, honey? What happened to you? 
Was it something at the party or was it that smoked salmon you had before 
we left?"

----

Three months later and Bob and I are out on a 'date'! Dinner and dancing 
and it was a good evening until I did something real stupid. I invited him 
back to my place. Steve has only been in my place that one time, but with 
Bob, it felt different. Felt OK, even good. He was beginning to get to me 
and I was beginning to like him way too much, though he doesn't like me 
using the "L" word.

So much so, he stayed the night, and then every night after that when Dan 
was away.

In the morning we even acted like a married couple, except the part about 
showering together. It was so wonderful being soaped up that we often had 
to stop for a quickie.

I was so losing it, that I was feeling sorry for all the baby making sperm 
I washed down the drain. I would push my finger up my vagina and drag out 
another load of Bob's sperm, that all I could imagine seeing were these 
wriggling sperm of his and no egg for them to mate with. And one phrase 
came flooding into my thoughts. Babies. Bob's babies.

After that, I couldn't stop myself thinking of babies, specially making 
babies with Bob. By 4pm the next day, I was phoning my GN to book an 
appointment to remove my IUD.

----

"Hannah, the doctor's office screwed up and emailed me on your test results."

"It's OK, Hannah. I didn't know you were pregnant, but I'm assuming it's 
Bob's. You see, I've known for a long time about you and Bob. I came home 
early one time and saw you two asleep in our bed. Hearing you two fuck in 
the morning was hard to take. I slept behind the couch and saw how well you 
both worked together in the morning, like it was so natural you two being 
together. Like you been doing this 'fucking the night away' and 'waking up 
together' shit a long time. Puke!"

"I can't say it's easy losing you, but in retrospect, I lost you a long 
time ago. Seems he stole you from right under my feet when I was distracted 
by work, earning money to make your life better. You always wanted better 
and better things, and I had to work harder and harder to just make you 
happy. We were once so good together, but it seems it wasn't enough for 
you. You never wanted my babies but it seems OK with you wanting, having 
them with Bob. That so pissed me off, you understand, bitch?"

"In fact, I was so pissed off with you recently, that I've been in contact 
with Masie, Bob's wife. I even took her out for dinner a couple of times. 
Well. Maybe we could fall in love like you and Bob and then we could just 
swap spouses, like they do in the movies. But she's definitely not my type. 
We always ended up talking about how you fucked up our lives."

"She was so livid with Bob today. Did you know they own a handgun? I didn't 
until 30 minutes ago."

"I tried talking with her. I even called the police, and then tried calling 
Bob, but I think we were all too late. I tried calling her moments ago, but 
got no answer, so I tried calling Bob again but still no answer. I don't 
know whats going on at their place but I've got a call in with the homicide 
squad, and, by the way, congratulations on your fucking pregnancy."

----

"Fuck! I was planning on doing this right by you and treating you with 
respect, but you're turning out to be a real asshole, Dan. I really 
expected better from you. Yes, it's Bob's. And the gun? It's a replica. 
Fires little crackers like a kiddies gun. Goes snap, snap, snap!"

"She's mad at him because he handed her, her walking papers this morning. 
And by the way, here's yours, asshole. I'm gone."

----

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+


  index