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Natala


By Romany

(M/F, cheating husband, oral, anal)

Natala came to work for us following the Christmas/New Year
holiday break. She was a surprise as we had all been told her
predecessor would not be replaced. At five foot three she was
pocket dynamite creating and immediate impact on all of us. Short
straight blond hair, beautiful baby-doll face and boobs that
stood up and said "look at me". She knew the effect she had on
men and, as we came to learn, the negative effect she had on
women. Our project department was located on the first floor of
our building and we had taken over a large open-plan area vacated
by our long since redundant purchasing group. Consequently the
eleven of us simply selected a booth based on personal choice and
the result was a fragmented seating arrangement with only one or
two groups of two where the individuals got on well with each
other. Natala was the exception in that she had designated work
station which was a rather nice desk just inside the door facing
down the office. To her left was our boss's office and I took a
booth facing an internal wall of his office. If I looked past the
corner of the wall I faced, and the front of his office, I had a
full view of Natala sitting at her workstation. I realized I was
afforded a very nice view of her legs on the days she wore short
skirts. This wasn't lost on my colleagues and I came in for some
banter about my selected location. I was there before she arrived
so I laughed the situation off as purely accidental. Over the
first few weeks Natala sorted out her pecking order with the
other females in the workforce. She was by far and away the most
attractive woman on the staff. And being the only woman in a
quasi-engineering role, she displayed a degree of superiority
befitting, in her mind, her looks and her importance to the team.
I became aware of the latent dislike the other women immediately
felt towards her. On the other hand, she was a hit with nearly
all the men. We had a number of single guys and all of them were
whispering and muttering about what they'd like to do with her.
In fact there were a few married men who had passed the odd
wishful thought on this as well. I had that thought but kept it
to myself. It was one thing to harbor dark sexual desires for her
trim young body, but I actually worked with her and I did not
want any idea I had some sort of thing for her.

We never really talked that much over the first few weeks she was
with us but that changed one late Friday afternoon where we found
we were the only two in our department. Alex our boss was on
vacation and the rest of the implementation team was out for some
reason. She casually ambled over to my desk and began chatting.
She started to tell me what amounted to her life's history,
without much prompting. Never attended college as she graduated
high school and promptly shocked her parents by moving in with a
guy she had been secretly meeting for over a year. She was
eighteen, he was twenty-four. Her father virtually disowned her
and even threatened to have her partner Michael arrested,
alleging he must have been screwing her prior to the bombshell of
their moving in together. It never happened largely thanks to her
mother and her older brother keeping her father in check.
Eventually he accepted the relationship. Another thing I learned
was that she had had seven jobs in eight years. At twenty-six,
this was her eighth employer. As she talked quickly and
animatedly I realized that virtually every job had finished in
some sort of drama or disagreement with the manager she worked
for. In one case she won a case in an employment dispute for what
seemed to be constructive dismissal. I was more than concerned at
this high instance of conflict she seemed to attract and mentally
noted it down as something to be wary of.

This heart-to-heart saw an increasing number of confidence
sharing discussions from her with me and I tried my best to be
objective yet supportive when she first told me she thought all
the women in the building hated her. There weren't many women
being as we were predominantly male organization and given her
obvious attraction to males she was always the star in the
cafeteria. Always having a number of the guys sitting eating
lunch with her. On one occasion she told me how the ex-boyfriend
of a girlfriend of hers was a martial arts exponent and he had
offered to teach her some basic self defense techniques. I
thought this was a good move and to show my interest suggested if
it was a success, I'd consider it for my wife Ellen and my
daughter Sandy who was twelve. Two days later she came to me in
hushed but excited tones and told me her most recent lesson ended
up with her having sex with this guy. I was totally flabbergasted
she felt the need to share this with me but despite my red faced
embarrassment as she crowed how they had basically turned a
practice clinch into intercourse, I did find it titillating she
shared such an intimate secret. I noted I had pangs of envy for
the instructor.

The following Monday I noted she was in a very low mood and part
way through the morning asked if there was anything the matter.
She rose from her desk and walked to a vacant work station remote
from the nearest occupied booth and after I traipsed in after
her, proceeded to tell me tearfully that her instructor had
called to see her the following night and broken off his
instruction based on the sex that had taken place. What was more
galling to her was the fact he apologized profusely for having
taken advantage of the situation and she was upset that he was
clearly remorseful for allowing it to happen in the first place.
I could see how her vanity and ego had taken a battering. She
clearly believed she was a prize and he basically threw it back
in her face. It was then that I realized she was really very
insecure and traded heavily on her looks. It had occurred to me
she had no serious relationship in the two months she was with us
and, even if she was between boyfriends, she was attractive
enough to believe she would have no trouble meting a suitable
admirer. It hadn't happened. Sure there were enough guys upstairs
who coveted her but by her standards, they were all dorks or
geeks. I mulled over her need to share intimate details of her
recent sex with the instructor, as well as one or two historical
anecdotes which lead me believe she was rather too easy. I was
more convinced than ever that she traded off her looks and was
somewhat promiscuous, to offset the insecurity I had observed. It
was also evident her father and she clashed frequently. I�m not a
shrink but I had strong vibes her father was at the root of some
of her insecurity which she tried to mask by judging all women
harshly in an effort to shore up her own self-worth. She went
back to a common denominator where she felt she was strong. Her
looks. So having somehow becoming her confidante in rather
personal issues, I made sure I distanced myself from the
burgeoning petty skirmishes she seemed to get into with the
females workforce. I had to concentrate to fend off being pulled
into cat fights waged via email or petty verbal sarcasm in the
cafeteria.

Our relationship changed irrevocably one Friday afternoon. Once
again the office was rather deserted due to team members being
off-site for a seminar. Natala had wandered over to chat and was
sitting on the return of my desk complaining about our CEO's
assistant and what a bitch she was. I made some remark about
'taking her down' as a joke as Angela was a big lady, quite
capable of handling man or woman if need be. Natala took my
comment as a sign I did not think she could handle herself and
reminded me she had been 'trained in self defense' referring to
her two nights of martial arts instruction (and one night of
sex). I foolishly tried to play down the physicality of any
exchange with Big Angela and she scoffed at me that I was
underestimating her and jumped down off my desk and circled
behind me. She put a loose choker hold around my neck and played
tough about how she could hold me like this indefinitely. I have
to confess she administered the hold correctly and I felt her arm
pushing against my windpipe. Just enough to tell me it was a good
hold she had. She baited me that I couldn't get away even if I
wanted to. There's a number of ways to skin a cat as they say so
without struggling at all, I simply reached back with my hand and
deliberately touched the inside of one of her legs.

She was wearing an ankle length dress that had buttons all the
way up the front from hem to lapel, that she wore unbuttoned
tantalizingly up her thighs, just short of her crotch. She
giggled realizing I was going to bluff her with a feel, and at
first she pulled her hips back as she lent into me with the
choker hold. By moving her feet back and away from my searching
hand, it had the effect of making her lose control of the loose
hold and effectively tightens it around my neck. Realizing I
would lose the bluff I made one last effort and by pure chance
she moved forward and slightly off to one side to get a better
purchase. My flailing hand connected full on her mound. She
gasped at my audacity and I froze realizing what I was cupping.
An eternity seemed to pass when she moved her crotch against my
hand quite deliberately. I should have pulled back but the
swelling of her sex and the warm sheen of her panties enticed me
to move my fingers and actually start to fondle her sex. She
immediately relaxed the hold and draped her arms over my
shoulders and leaned closer to my back giving me full access at
feeling her up. She wrapped her arms around my chest and I felt
her hot breath as she nuzzled into my neck. I turned to look at
her and she planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. The next thing she
twisted right around and stood half facing me as I massaged her
sex and she stooped and kissed me passionately. She broke the
kiss and hugged me, her face against mine.

"Where can we go?" she panted breathlessly.

"Women's toilet," I gasped equally breathlessly.

There were toilets on our floor that were barely used as most of
the guys went upstairs when going to or from the cafeteria. These
were around a narrow corridor to the back of the building and
Natala was probably the only one to use the woman�s regularly. I
was aroused by now and I stood up and she quickly raced ahead of
me, around the corridor and as I arrived at the women's toilet
she was standing inside with her back to the toilet bowl pulling
her panties down past her knees. I saw the small patch of pubic
hair and noted it was trimmed to a small vee. I clearly saw her
sex lips and noted a pronounced mini bikini line of white flesh
around the pubis and sex lips; from her sunbathing in a skimpy
bikini. She was frantically undoing the buttons top to bottom and
by the time I'd slipped in with her and closed the door she had
the front of the dress gaping open and she was reaching behind to
unhook the matching black bra to the panties she wore that were
now lying on the floor. I was overcome with the excitement of the
situation and unzipped my flies and fished my erect cock out.
Without a word she dropped to her haunches and grabbing my cock,
drew me a long way into her mouth and sucked as she stroked me. I
dropped my hands to her breasts and massaged her now hard nipples
and felt her beautiful firm breasts, all the while watching her
work my cock expertly. I could watch this sight for ages but she
was well ahead of me. She quickly rose to her full height and
still holding my cock, she dropped the seat cover and guided me
around and pushed me to sitting down n the seat. She spread her
legs and holding my cock straight she eased forward and slowly
began to lower herself onto me. As she gained more cock inside
she started to hiss quietly in satisfaction as I went deep up
into her and finally she sighs 'yessss' as she sat across my
thighs, my cock buried to the hilt in her warm cunt. She was
quite wet and nicely tight around my cock. I'm not huge but this
was a lot tighter than I enjoyed with my wife who has had two
kids. She wrapped her arms around my back and with her head
resting on my shoulder; she fucked herself up and down on me.

Natala had done this before, I'm sure. She expertly dragged her
groin up and around my cock impaled in her sex and groaned and
gasped each time she hit the right spot for her pleasure. I was
reveling in the ego trip of this beautiful young trouble maker
fucking us both, and I clung to her back as she fucked in an
increasing agitated way, gasping and giving small sobs of delight
as she hit her spot on the plunge; or the rotating of her hips.
She started to pant and gasp in quicker breaths and I sensed she
was getting close to orgasm. I grabbed her under her buttocks and
half lifting myself; I pulled her hard down and rutted to meet
her shoves. She took me by surprise with the speed in which she
accelerated to orgasm and I was left frantically humping to match
here, eventually getting there as she moaned a low wail of
pleasure as I gasped and humped deep into her and I came in a
series of agonizing spurts, finally slowing to a stop. We clung
to each other for a minute or two and she eventually leaned back
and looked at me.

"That was wonderful Steve" she gasped. "It really hit the spot."

Like someone commenting on a cool drink on a hot day.

"It sure did," I puffed in agreement.

We looked at each other and she grinned.

"I've told myself this since I was fifteen," she began. "Married
men are the best fucks."

I gazed at her somewhat shocked at her revelation.

"What's so surprising?" she giggled. "That I fuck married men or
I fucked my first married man at fifteen?"

"Both," I said somewhat incredulously.

"And there's plenty more of that to be had Steve my boy," she
cooed and kissed me on the lips, before rising gently up off my
still erect cock.

I sat looking at her and she pulled some paper off the roll and
without a hint of modesty, she lightly dragged the wad of paper
up under her crotch a few times, and after quickly looking at the
now dampened paper, motioned me to get up. I arose, my cock now
bending down away from my shorts as it deflated, and she lifted
the seat cover and dropped the wad of cum soaked paper into the
bowl, flushing it. She virtually ignored me as she fastened her
bra. I noted the small flashes of white from sunbathing on each
breast. Apart from caressing them as she sucked me, I never
touched her boobs again during the fuck. She started to button
the dress down to mid-thigh; as she had worn it all day. She
scooped up her panties, and pulled them up under her dress. She
straightened everything from the outside of her dress and when
she was satisfied she finally looked at me.

I had returned my cock to my shorts and tucking in my shirt, I
zipped my pants. There was a smudge of damp where her wet cunt
had pummeled against the material and some of my cum had leaked
down while I was still inside her. I made a mental note to bury
those at the bottom of the washing machine so Ellen wouldn�t see
them. With both of us now properly clothed she slowly opened the
door and peered out into the corridor. It was empty and not a
sound could be heard. She motioned me out of the cubicle and I
slipped out and straight into the men�s. She closed the door for
a minute or so and then she tapped twice on the wall, as if to
signal she was leaving the woman�s. I heard the door open and
waited about thirty seconds and then followed her. She had left
the corridor. I went back around into the office area and she had
her back to me as she was gathering up her bag and coat. I stood
at my cube and looked at her. As she came around the edge of her
desk, she smiled sweetly and wished me to have a good weekend and
left without a further word. I stood totally bemused by how
casual she was in spite of what had happened. I would have some
regretting to do as I sat in traffic going home. I had been
married fifteen years and never so much as thought about cheating
on my wife. T What had I done? 'Ah well,' I thought, 'she called
my bluff and I never flinched. At least my male pride is intact'

The following week Natala conducted herself as if nothing had
happened. I had had a shit weekend, wracked with guilt and barely
able to look Ellen in the eye. Fortunately Ellen did not detect
anything untoward in my behavior. I had always thought I could
not cheat without having her instinctively know. Apparently I
wasn't showing any signs of a guilty conscience. What's more when
we made love Sunday night, I found myself making comparisons and
reference to the sex with Natala heightened the excitement for
me. Afterwards Ellen made comment on how passionate and involved
I was. I was taken aback that she had detected anything other
than our normal sexual comfort zone. We had always had good sex.
I can't recall more than a handful of times in fifteen years of
marriage that I had not made her orgasm, such was the synergy we
enjoyed right from almost the first time we made love prior to
our marriage.

At work Natala's cool about our toilet sex brought me to wonder
if I hadn't been dreaming. Days passed into weeks and before I
new it, our sex was recent history. Over those weeks I also
observed a deteriorating relationship between Natala and our boss
Alex. I couldn't put my finger on why he suddenly seemed to judge
her harshly but it was a complete about face from his gushing
endorsement of her on her arrival. I became aware of how serious
the company viewed her when Avril Moorhead from HR stopped by one
afternoon, and obliquely quizzed me on Natala's behavior and work
ethic. Of course I had nothing but good to say and Avril left
looking somewhat disappointed I had no dirt on Natala. And then
Alex himself discussed her performance with me in less than
circumspect terms, saying that he had set HR the task of trying
to get rid of her. I was still baffled into what had caused the
change in his opinion of her. Soon Natala increased the number of
short visits to my desk for a chat. Usually they were social and
somewhat menial; usually relating some juvenile spat she was
having with one of the girls upstairs. But now, Alex was more
often the topic of her derision. I quizzed her a couple of times
on what were her problem, but she never gave me a decent reason
as to why they had fallen out.

Our relationship took a further lurch to the forbidden zone, when
at the end of yet another diatribe about Alex being 'a fucking
idiot� she switched the conversation to some uninspiring news
that she had purchased a free standing humidifier for her
condominium. I was slightly under-whelmed by this revelation
until she asked if I would mind collecting it with her and
delivering it to her home. Seems she did not want to pay the
fifty dollars delivery fee. Reluctantly I agreed and later that
week we left in my SUV at about four thirty to go by the home
appliance store to pick it up, and deliver it home. She had
caught the subway to work that day and as she lived almost on my
route home, so we could collect the appliance and I could drop
her off as I traveled home that evening. The humidifier was too
big for the trunk of her small hatchback but quite easily fitted
into the back of the SUV. We arrived at her condo and I unloaded
it onto a small trolley she had fetched from the basement. I
rumbled the thing along and we went up to her apartment in the
elevator. She lived on the third floor of the four story
building. She let us in and we slipped the box off the trolley
and she opened it with a box cutter knife, leaving the unit
sitting on a styrene plinth.

I manhandled the unit into a corner of her room by a large window
and here she was going to try it out to see if it made life a bit
more bearable in the summer. She set about gathering up the
cardboard, packing blocks and plastic covers and asked if I would
take this to the garbage chute through a door by the stairs at
the end of the corridor. I gathered all the rubbish together and
staggered along the hall, through the door and stuffed the waste
down the chute, screwing the larger bits down to a manageable
size. That completed I went back to her apartment to say goodbye
and head home. The self-closing door was wedged open slightly
with one of her shoes. I was a bit bemused by this but pushed my
way in and wandered down the short corridor to see where she was
and say 'see you tomorrow'. I had no idea where she was so with a
quiet 'hello Natala' I pushed at a door that I figured was her
bedroom. It wasn't, it was a spare bedroom with a single bed and
a computer desk. I moved down the hall and she came out of what I
now know was her bathroom. She was still wearing the black blouse
she had been wearing all day but the short miniskirt was gone and
she was standing in a pair of brief panties. She stopped dead in
her tracks. I stopped with a feeling I had invaded her privacy
and began to stammer an apology.

"I thought you had left," she said.

"Sorry Natala, I saw your shoe in the door and just assumed you
left it for me to come back in. To say goodbye," I stammered.

I tried not to look at her crotch below the hem of the blouse but
my eyes couldn't resist a peek. She saw me and when I looked back
at her face, she wore broad grin. I must have looked totally lost
because she giggled and reached for me. She crossed the few feet
to me quickly and before I knew it she had me by an arm, steering
me forcibly towards her bedroom. I must confess I didn't struggle
much and as I went into the boudoir she spun me round and pushed
me back so I fell backwards onto the side of the bed. I heard my
voice utter a garbled 'Natala, no' but she was feverishly
grappling with my zipper and before I could regain some
composure, she had my rapidly hardening cock in her hand and
after a few awkward pumps, sank to her knees and engulfed it in
her cherry lipstick coated lips. I might not have wanted this to
happen but right now I sure as hell didn't want it to stop. She
sucked me with a practiced expertise and I could hear her gurgle
and suckle as she simultaneously stroked and sucked me and she
had reached in and was fondling my balls in my shorts. She knew
when I was getting close and she quickly stood and started to
pull her panties off. Remembering how she had taken the lead in
the toilet, I didn't want that to happen again so while she was
removing the skimpy garment I stood and pulled my pants down and
kicked my shoes off, and soon I was standing naked from the waist
except for my sox. She grinned at me and moved towards me to once
again take the lead. I grabbed her upper arms and spun her
quickly and shoved her back onto the side of the bed. She was
taken by surprise and uttered a little 'oh' at suddenly find
herself on her back on the bed with her legs splayed apart and
her feet still on the floor. She struggled to sit up but before
she could get some balance I lifted her legs by taking them under
her thighs and lifted them up higher than my shoulders and
advanced on her gaping crotch. She took the hint as to what I was
about to do and reaching between her legs, met my advancing cock,
which was waving just above the horizontal, and expertly directed
me towards her cunt. I pressed home and bottomed out in her in
one strong shove. She groaned a deep sigh of appreciation and a
hissing 'yessss' as I started to fuck her.

Unlike the fuck on the toilet, I took the lead and lifting her
legs over my shoulders I leaned forward over her as I fucked her
hard leveraging myself from my feet braced on the floor. I was
right into it. No slow build up, simply rutting like the dog on
the bitch. Occasionally I would slow and draw almost out of her
as a means of curbing my rush to cum, and then start to build
again as I sensed I had stalled off ejaculating. I did this
several times and each time she moaned a complaint thinking I was
pulling out and then sighed her appreciation as I drove deep into
her again. As I came down hard against her pelvic bone she humped
at me, trying to swing her hips up to meet my thrust. I caught
her rhythm and slowed to meet it. This did the trick and within a
minute or two she was racing towards a very loud orgasm. Her
vocals got me going and I rutted her harder and faster and soon I
too was growling and hissing like a rabid dog as I pumped myself
into her warm wet depths. After regaining my composure, I lowered
her legs and slowly stepped back, sliding out of her. She moaned
her objection and raised her head off the bed, grinning at me.

"Oh leave him in there Steve," she complained. "I feel so empty,"
and she grinned coquettishly at me.

I decided she was being condescending and hamming it up and it
miffed me a little. She detected I hadn't been flattered by her
remark and she lay propped up by her hands now placed behind her.
I picked up my pants and started to get dressed. She watched me
and when I looked at her I couldn't help gazing at her sex, with
the labia slightly parted and the pink hood and crinkled inner
lips at top. She saw me look at her and she grinned at me, wetted
one finger deliberately in her mouth and then obscenely drew it
up her slit. I stood and looked at her wetness and I could
already see my cum had dribbled from the back of her slit and a
few spots had gathered on the bedspread. She was now taunting me.
I didn't want her to tease me like this so after putting my last
shoe on, I stepped forward and drove my hand into her sex and
lifted her slightly. She slumped back and looked at me in
surprise but made no effort to remove my hand.

"Next time you and I will be both naked and I will fill you all
you want," I said gruffly.

 I had no idea why I said that save to try and assert some
control over the situation. She lost the taunting grin and her
face went more serious.

"When? When can we get naked?" she asked quickly and urgently.

I had no idea.

"We'll see," I said somewhat mysteriously. Just be patient and it
will happen,"

I pulled my wet fingers from her and leaning forward, I played
them around her mouth and nose. She went 'mmm' and drew my
fingers into her mouth, taking my hand in hers and deliberately
running the backs of the fingers under her nostrils and
accentuated inhaling her odor.

"You need to fuck me a bit sooner than you did since last time,"
she pouted at me. �I was beginning to think you didn�t like me
anymore.�

I struggled to maintain my cool approach.

"It will happen sooner than you think," I said but didn't mean
it.

Already the post orgasmic remorse was starting to flow through me
and I was beginning to feel that somehow Ellen was watching me or
knew I was here. I felt a low panic begin and standing with my
fingers in her hand as she suckled and smelled herself, I pulled
my hand away and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright. I
embraced her and she twisted and kissed me passionately. 'What
have you done you stupid fuck' my conscience screamed. I had
embraced her so she would not see the uncertainty beginning to
flow over me as my guilt trip kicked in. Eventually I broke the
embrace and stood back, holding her at arms length.

"I better go," I said quietly.

"Yes we don't want your wife getting suspicious," she said a
little coldly. I stood and looked at her, uncertain what to say.

I hated the fact she had referred to Ellen. It just exacerbated
my guilt.

"Well go on Stevie," she cooed. "Rush home to meat and three
vegetables for dinner."

I hated her for that comment but didn't have the balls to react.
I wanted to slap her face. Instead I nodded like the sap I was
and turned to leave. As I traipsed towards the door she called
after me.

"Drive home with the window down so you lose my perfume smell,"
she offered as a suggestion.

I slowed and turned. She was serious and I realized she was being
totally practical to help me avoid Ellen detecting her scent on
me. The taunting tease had vanished.

"And you might get to the bathroom as soon as you can. There's a
strong aroma of sex on both us," she added.

She was right. Ellen would detect her perfume and the after burn
of our sex aroma; just like a reformed smoker who can smell an
ashtray a mile off. I nodded my acknowledgment and with a wimpy
'bye, see you tomorrow' I left. The trip home was like purgatory.
I kept sniffing myself but to my disappointment I could not smell
any trace of sex or perfume. This made me more paranoid because I
believed I was too involved with the rise of the smells I
couldn't recognize them; and I was sure Ellen would detect them
immediately. And the guilt trip had deepened. Happily I was wrong
though I did get an early shower before dinner claiming to need
freshening up from a shitty day. She grinned and when I came out
of the bathroom she had a large gin and tonic waiting. That night
we had sex and once again she complimented me afterwards on a
bravura performance. This infidelity thing had me totally
bamboozled. Riddled with guilt yet now performing like a sexual
maestro, where before there had been a journeyman. The situation
following this latest encounter went exactly as it had following
that first time in the toilet. Natala never referred to the
previous day's sex when thanking me once again for delivering the
humidifier. It was as if nothing else had occurred. Over the next
few weeks, several more hints at the negative view the management
was holding about her came and went, with Alex letting slip she
was close to getting a written warning for her antagonistic
behavior towards other staff members. A bit of ferreting on my
part revealed only one minor incident in which she arguably could
be considered the aggrieved party. The latest transgressions
appeared to be old incidents regurgitated to somehow appear like
an ongoing problem. I was still baffled as to why they had it in
for her. For her part she kept dropping by and not so subtly
badmouthing Alex, and though she never knew what I had been told,
she had decided she was being singled out and accused HR of
holding a campaign of constructive dismissal. I was troubled
because she never came up with any evidence for her belief apart
from the obvious difficulties between her and Alex. But I knew
she was guessing closer to the truth than she knew as fact. I
also recalled her relating how she had taken a personal grievance
case, and won, at one of her previous jobs; for alleged
constructive dismissal.

I did my best to keep her from escalating her paranoia and one
day when she was particularly down on the situation I shook her
out of it by asking if she would help me buy some nice lingerie
for Ellen's birthday which was near. I regretted saying anything
the minute I finished asking for her help, realizing I was
getting her involved in my personal affairs. I so much wanted to
distance myself from the two major indiscretions and yet because
I felt sorry for her regarding this apparent persecution by
management, I offered her a chance to join me in selecting
Ellen�s birthday gift. She beamed her acceptance and the date was
set to go to Victoria�s Secret that Friday lunchtime. Ellen's
birthday was on a Saturday and I had reasoned not putting
anything on a credit or debit card so far out that she would see
the vendor n the due statement and guess what I was up to.

Friday lunchtime arrived and she ranged up beside my desk with
her handbag and jokingly tapped her foot to hurry me up. She was
wearing a dark brown dress with a nice white lapel collar and
white blaze at the side where it tapered for her slim waist. It
was mid thigh and I could easily have slipped my hand up and felt
her up, so tasty did she look. She was lovely. As we left Alex
saw us go and I realized out on the street he was watching us out
his window. We passed another couple of colleagues returning from
an early lunch and I noted their raised eyebrows at us stepping
out. This was becoming a worse idea than when I first asked her
and regretted it once again. But once we got to Victoria�s Secret
she took over and I was grateful as she steered me to various
styles of panties and camisole sets. I would never buy a bra for
Ellen as she was so fussy about what she wore. She was a C-cup
and had difficulty getting what she called 'decent fits for my
tits'. We settled on a very nice burgundy with black lace cami
and nearly thong style knickers and I had them gift wrapped. I
used a credit card, safe in the kowledge our next statement
wouldn�t arrive in the post for a day or two. As we walked back
to work I mentioned I would need to hide the gift until Saturday
evening, when I would produce it at dinner which I promised to
cook for her. My twelve year old daughter Sandy was doing a mud
cake with the help of the home economics teacher at her school.
Brad, who is nine, said he would act as the wine steward and
waiter. Before I knew it, Natala had suggested she keep the gift
and I could call past late in the afternoon and collect it. I
could take it straight to Ellen and there was no further hiding
it. I knew this was a bad scheme and offered several reasons why
it wouldn't be a wise move, namely I would need to leave the
house on some pretext, and then there was the small matter of
dinner I would be cooking. This was a bad suggestion because it
was actually a couple of strong reasons not to let her take the
gift to hide. Before I knew it, she had moved the time I should
collect it forward to mid-afternoon when I had admitted I was
intending to go to the Home Depot for some materials for a home
DIY project I had on.

Ellen knew I had this errand to run. So stupidly I agreed to let
Natala keep Ellen's gift as safe-keeping. Saturday arrived and
Ellen had to go out early morning on a PTA charity drive. This
was largely the reason we agreed the birthday would be a dinner
event. She had said we were to keep the gifts until that time. I
had given Sandy and Brad twenty dollars each so they could buy
their own small token for their mom. The lingerie was a
personal-from-the-heart gift from me, and we had also recently
acquired a new flat screen LCD TV which was as a family gift to
all of us. At about three o'clock I headed of, ostensibly to go
to Home Depot. Brad wanted to come but I persuaded him to stay
home with Ellen and Sandy. I drove to Home Depot first and raced
around collecting nails, drywall stopping and drywall tape. Then
I drove to Natala's apartment. Soon I was standing at the front
door leaning on the buzzer and she let me in. I rode the elevator
to her floor and knocked on the door with some trepidation. My
last visit here was memorable to say the least. I wasn't ready to
be reminded of it on this, Ellen's birthday. She opened it and
beamed at me. She was wearing quite a nice two piece green and
white Reebok track suit. The top was tight enough to accentuate
her slim waist and slightly big boobs for her small frame. The
bottoms were slightly baggy in the front panel so as not to show
any tummy or crotch, but tight on her beautiful butt. She greeted
me warmly and with a wave of her head, motioned me to follow her
down the hall towards her bedroom.

�You look very sporty today,� I called from behind her.

�I�m going to a gym with my friend Rhonda,� she answered
casually.

I felt a bad feeling flush over me but reluctantly followed. She
was chattering about her mother and father not long having left
and the usual derisive remarks about her father and today's
skirmish over nothing. I followed her into the bedroom and noted
her bed was unmade, and the blankets pulled back as if she was
about to strip them for changing the linen. She went to a chest
of drawers and reached into the bottom drawer and I recognized
the gift wrapped parcel we had left Victoria�s Secrets with. I
stood close to her and she looked me in the eye as she handed me
the gift. There was an expectant air about her. She had some
sense of anticipation but I think she wasn�t sure what was to
happen. I looked at her but did not take the gift. Instead I
slowly dragged the zipper on her track top down and stared at her
taught breasts with the pink nipples staring hard at me, as they
came into view when the top opened. I grinned to myself. She was
not ready for the gym. Not without a sports bra. This was all
staged for my benefit. She dropped one hand to her waistband and
peeled the front down. She wore no underpants and her sex came
into view. I shucked my denim shirt, flicking the domes pop, pop,
pop. She had never seen my chest before. I pride myself in having
a pretty flat stomach and enough chest hair to suggest virility,
as Ellen puts it. Her face lit up at what she saw. I flicked my
trainers off one by one and then discarded my jeans and shorts
quickly. I was naked in a minute flat. She run one hand up into
my chest hairs while I took the gift and dropped it back into the
drawer. It would be safe there until this was over. She quickly
shed the top, and the sweats followed. Now naked, we stepped
towards each other and embraced in a passionate kiss. If she was
only attempting to tease me as cruel sport, it backfired as I
slid my fingers into her wet warmth and began to slowly finger
fuck her as she took my hard cock and we masturbated each other
in unison.

I was relieved that I had sped around Home Depot rather than the
usual standard wander through the DIY goodies that always
attracted me. I planned to be away about an hour and a half, of
which only thirty minutes had elapsed. Now an hour could be spent
fucking Natala. Once we were totally naked, I had literally
picked her up and thrown her on her back across the bed. I leaned
forward and roughly shoved three fingers straight into her,
causing her to yelp with discomfort, and attempt to scoot across
the bed in reflex escape. But I�d trapped her by one leg and
lowered my face to her wet crotch and within a matter of thirty
seconds; she was writhing and groaning as I ate her out. I
drilled her with my fingers and using a combination of saliva and
her own juices, I dragged my ring finger out of her cunt and
inserted it roughly into her anus which was wet from the juices I
had smeared in it with my pinkie finger. I pushed roughly in and
out, fucking and sodomizing her as I pumped hard. She was moaning
and wriggling as my tongue pushed and slurped at her clitoris.
The orgasm that took her came suddenly and she actually yelled
loudly as she went through the barrier. My face was drenched and
I was half crazed by the sweet sickly smell of her cunt. As she
went through the roof and started to come down again I mounted
the bed on my knees and crawling to her head, I lifted it and
rolled her face towards my cock jutting hard from my groin. She
saw it and recoiled trying to push me back. I was somewhat
surprised as she had shown herself to have a deep carnal appetite
and I can only suspect her reluctance was due to the fact she
needed to bask in the rising afterglow of the orgasm. I pulled
her mouth closer and she relented and opened, taking nearly half
of my cock into her throat.

I held her head and pulled her hard down on my cock as I
straddled her chest. She tried to fend me back with both hands as
now I was deeper than she could handle and she kept trying to
twist away to relieve some of the pressure my cock was exerting
on the back of her throat. It was causing her to gag and retch.
Having squared up to me she was trying to get her hand around my
cock in place of my hand so she could restrict the depth of
entry, but I pushed it away. She was desperately trying to get
her head back off me but I held her tight. I looked down at her
with a sense of power and pushed harder. I could see the question
in her wide eyes as to �what the fuck are you doing�. I kept
swinging into but she finally got both hands on my abdomen and
with a heave, got her head off the cock. I eased up once I saw
the panic on her face, now that my hands and cock were out of the
way. She heaved and gasped and spent considerable concentration
to get her breathing back. There were strands of saliva from her
mouth to my cock. Finally she calmed sufficiently to speak.

�You want to deep throat me you bastard?� she growled. �I�ll take
it in my time, you just fucking see.�

With that she took me in her two hands and lowered her mouth over
my cock. She started to work it slowly back and forth and she
looked up at me in defiance. I was mesmerized as I watched the
double chin appear under her lower jaw and to my surprise and
delight, she slowly but surely took me down her throat. She drew
herself up to kneeling and moving her torso forward and down as
the cock went into her throat until I realized her nose was now
in my pubic bush. She rolled her eyes up at me and there was pure
defiance as if to say �I can take anything you�ve got bud.�
Having taken all, of me she started to ease back thinking she was
finished. She had challenged me and now she believed she had won.
I wrapped my arms around her head and pulled her back the inch or
two she had relinquished. Her hands went back to me abdomen as
soon as she felt her retreat halted and I reveled in the look of
panic that came back over her face once more. I held her this way
for a few minutes and watch her struggle to breath and her face
redden at the stretching of her jaw. She was gurgling low
guttural noises and her breath whistled through her nose as she
struggled to breathe. Eventually I saw her eyelids flutter and I
thought she must be close to passing out through lack of air.
Only then did I start to withdraw and eventually I pulled clear.
The edges of her mouth oozed the excess of saliva that had built
up with her mouth locked, unable to swallow, and she was trying
to work her jaw. She coughed heavily several times, spraying
saliva and inhaling it as well which caused her to cough as if
choking. What control she had regained vanished as the saliva had
gone down the wrong way irritating her throat and she was now
coughing uncontrollably. This probably saved her from puking. As
she grappled with her throat and coughed I rolled her sideways
and onto her face. She struggled, fighting me but her need to
concentrate on coughing defeated her attempts to resist me and I
held her head down and inched up between her legs, eventually
pushed her hips up with my thighs so she was now half kneeling
with me holding her face down on the pillow. I looked at her
gaping wet pink sex and taking my cock in one hand, I engaged her
hole and shoved deep into her with one push. The sensation of her
tight wet vagina and the rippling contractions brought about by
her convulsive cough was exquisite and I started to slam fuck
her. I had no doubt the whole deal with holding Ellen�s present
at her house was part of the plan to seduce me again, and somehow
shame me on my wife�s birthday. That was obviously her plan from
the moment she opened the door. It annoyed me but I really didn�t
realize how pissed off I was until I suddenly realized how easy
it was to throw her face down on the bed and invade her wet hole
with most of my hand, while holding her by her blond hair and
roughly pushing her face into the pillow. Some hidden dominant
urge overtook me and I was now acting it out, slipping into her
wetness and now cruelly fucking her dog fashion.

I grunted loudly and somewhere a voice was gasping the words
�bitch� �fucking whore� �big cunt� sloppy fucking cunthole
bitch�. I vaguely recognized the voice but the effort I was
exerting distracted me from identifying who it was that was
shouting this filth. And somewhere in the mix of her crying and
coughing I became aware the coughing fit had gone and now some
woman�s voice was crying out to be fucked to be split to be �done
like a bitch�. I cried out as I filled her with a series of long
drawn out spurts of cum and she was wailing and gasping and
growling like a mad bitch and I felt her cunt contract on me. I
ran a hand under her stomach and realized she had an arm in the
way. It was then I discovered she was tearing at her clitoris
with her fingers as I pounded her hard and came. She reared up
with a muted scream and pitched forward as I gave her the final
hard slam and we collapsed, with me across her back. We lay like
this for about fifteen minutes and finally she stirred and
started to crawl out from under me. I rolled off her and watched
her get off the bed. She disappeared. I put my hands over my face
and groaned �what have I done?� I was shattered. I looked at my
cock and too my amazement I was still hard. It was pointing just
off the horizontal as I lay on my back. I heard the toilet flush
and she appeared back in the bedroom and climbed up beside me.
Despite my cruel roughness, she picked my cock up in her hand and
as natural as a cow stooping to graze, she took me into her mouth
once more.

I groaned and fell back. This girl was insatiable. We readied to
fuck a second time within the half hour. This time she nurtured
my cock in her mouth and then when she was ready she rolled onto
her stomach then pushed back up onto her hands and knees and I
hovered over her butt and slid in once more and we fucked like a
married couple would. Starting with gently thrusting into her,
while trailing my tongue lightly over her back and spine. She
whimpered and groaned and hissed and I was delirious at the
pleasure she was clearly experiencing. This spurred me on and I
slipped a hand down her buttock and as I fucked her I slid two
fingers into her anus. She came almost instantly; gasping and
panting but more controlled than the mad frenzy she went through
earlier. I felt her contraction best with the fingers wedged to
the second knuckle in her asshole as she climbed the mountain and
went over her waterfall again. I was very hard but as I had
already cum hard not long ago, I was still some time off the
sweet onset of orgasm. With my fingers feeling the sweet soft
walls of her anus I felt I had one experience that I had yet to
have, I slid the fingers out and she gave a small groan. I
couldn�t tell if it was discomfort at the fingers roughing her
tender back passage, or it was a complaint at them leaving at
all. I pulled my cock back from her warm cunt and held the head
down and moved it against her anus. I was watching her face, as
she had now twisted her head to the side, to see what reaction I
would get and her eyes opened quickly and she twisted back to
look at me. I held her gaze as I held my cock against her pucker.

�Wait,� she gasped. �The nightstand, top drawer,� and she waved a
hand to her left.

I had been lying over her to her left side and I was marginally
closer to where she was waving. I leaned closer and slid the
drawer open. I opened my eyes in surprise at what was a colorful
collection of sex toys. I peered at the variety of dildos and
hand held vibrators that were clutter in the front part of the
drawer.

�At the back,� she gasped. �Lube, get the lube.�

I scratched around and felt a slimy object and withdrew a
battered tube of KY that looked more empty than full. I forgot
where it might have been and using one hand and my teeth I
twisted the tube so the top came away between top and bottom set
of incisors. I spat it off to one side and reluctantly let my
cock go and squeezed a generous dollop of lube on my middle and
ring fingers. I applied these to her pucker and smeared it around
and inside the sphincter�s portal. I repeated this and then
applied a dollop to my index finger and pushed it deep into her.
She groaned her agreement with my actions. I continued to insert
KY coated fingers until she was totally slick and slimy and I
could introduce three fingers to the second knuckle with ease.
All the time she lay, her head twisted around, watching the look
on my face as I inspected her butt and took in the dreamy sight
of my fingers inserted deep inside her; and the stretching of the
anus and the sponginess of the internal sphincter. My finger tips
could wiggle around barely touching the sides, but the shaft of
the fingers was clamped by the elastic muscles. I removed my
fingers and smeared the last dregs of the tube onto the three
fingers and slowly jacked and lubed my cock so it to was greasy
and slimy. This done I knelt and easing my hips forward, I
brought my cock head once more to her brown, slightly open
pucker. She drew herself up on her knees, her hands pressed palm
flat on the bed and her elbows locked as she supported herself.
She had her head down and I realized she was looking back between
her legs. I eased forward, and it was with surprisingly little
effort to get the knob of my cock past the sphincter and with one
slow push, I buried myself balls deep in her anus. Fucking
someone up the ass is much like fucking a woman in the cunt. It�s
just a lot tighter. But the mechanics are almost identical. In
fact oit is more relaxing for the Top as there is no clitoris to
need to rub against; and the Bottom is usually passive in
allowing their ass to be screwed for the pleasure of the Top
After all while there are a few nerve ends to excite, and of
course men have the prostate to stimulate, I am dubious about it
acting like a woman�s clitoris and providing the same pleasure to
the Bottom, as penetrating a woman�s vagina.

I always thought the benefit of a prostate massage was when
coinciding with masturbating a man�s cock; as practiced by the
lower class of Japanese Geisha�s in the comfort houses. Of course
the woman has neither organ so I simply plugged her deep and
often to satisfy my own selfish lust. She grunted and struggled
with the feeling of discomfort at her asshole being stretched and
plundered, but being the sexual carnal creature she was, she
presented herself as the perfect Bottom. Kneeling and moving back
to meet my inward thrusts, to accommodate me fucking her ass
deep. I sweated over her back for a good eight minutes before I
felt the stirrings of what was to be my second orgasm in an hour
I had allowed being there. I hadn�t been down this road of
consecutive ejaculations since Ellen and I first started having
sex together when we were in our early twenties. Twice in an hour
was sometimes possible, and occasionally three times in two
hours, for me back then. Age had severely curtailed that and I
can�t recall the last time when I had fucked Ellen twice in one
night let alone come twice in an hour. But here it was. The
beautiful, delicious, creeping feeling that warned of the
impending ejaculation. Once I felt it kick me in the mid-groin, I
surrendered to it rather than fight it and rearing up over her, I
wrapped my arms around her chest and tits and fucked her while
half squatting over her. To my delight she was wailing and
gasping and I realized she was cumming for a third time. I also
discovered she had once again placed a hand with her fingers
raking her clitoris. With some difficulty I grasped her right tit
and obliged by pinching the nipple and massaged the breast, and
she went off her head a third time as I sodomized her deeply, and
I came, splashing my cum into her bowel. We gasped and grunted as
we both came. Both of us subsiding quickly as the efforts of this
hour had left us now quite drained.

I eventually dragged myself off her and knelt looking at her. She
had flattened out on her stomach but I could see her cunt gaping
and the brown pucker now had a decidedly raw pink tinge. As I
studied her she twisted her head, not turning to look back but
obviously wondering what I was now doing. Finally she reached
back between her buttocks and I watched as she gingerly tested
the feeling around her asshole. She slipped a finger in just a
little and pulled it back and looked at it. There was a small
film of cum on it. She sniffed it and screwed up her face a
little. I chuckled at her reaction and turned her head to look
back at me; our eyes met and she beamed her approval of what we
had accomplished.

�Ookey pookey,� she hummed. �Steve�s packed En�s fudge,� she
cooed crudely.

She sometimes referred to herself as En, for N, for Natala.

�That was fucking brilliant,� I sighed.

�Literally fucking brilliant,� she said.

And so that ended the frantic carnal coupling, brought about by
my wife�s birthday present. We retreated to the bathroom and
traded light washing with a warm damp face cloth and as she sat
and peed I stood in the bedroom and dressed while she mundanely
quizzed me through the open bathroom door, about what I was
cooking for dinner. I had a brief stab of fear believing she may
be angling for an invite, but as she flushed the toilet and
padded naked back to the bedroom she ventured a few tips on how
to cook the pork roast with thyme. It was all rather bizarre the
way this sexual carnal creature could simply tune out on what had
taken place and go on as if nothing had happened. I had damn near
choked her to passing out with a vicious throating, and roughly
shagged her ass, yet she babbled on lightly about nothing. She
did make one acknowledgment to the sex when she gave a groan of
dismay and remarked at the �shitty wet spot� on her bottom sheet.
It was indeed a large wet spot and there were a few light brown
spots within the wider wet spot, which I put down to shit colored
cum leaking from her anus as she lay recovering from being
sodomized. As I fare welled her on the doorstep, she cheerily
said she�d see me at work Monday and have a great day. All as if
I had stopped by for a quick coffee and small talk. When I
returned home, I secreted the lingerie in one of my drawers and
took a quick shower as Ellen and the kids were out. I surmised
they had made a quick trip to the supermarket or such like. By
the time they returned home I had changed and dressed a little
more tidily for the late afternoon, running into her birthday
dinner. As I stood at the bench preparing the beginnings of the
meal I thought about the carnal hour or so I had spent with
Natala. Given it was effectively round three of sex, I was better
attuned to handle the pangs of guilt. I also knew Natala took the
affair as simple sex, enjoying the fuck and no doubt enjoying the
conquest of another married man. I felt confident she was never
going to pursue the sex as a full blown affair. For a start there
was the age gap, although I recalled her first lover was about
eight years her senior. However there was the small matter of me
being married and from things she had said, married men were for
one-off, maybe twice. That afternoon had been nothing short of
frantic animal rutting, right from her rather crude obvious
come-on to the final gasping shudders of my second orgasm amidst
her groans of complaint at my roughness.

So we had a lovely family dinner. Sandy's desert was a treat and
Brad was all purpose as he served us all. Ellen was moved to
tears by the lingerie. Not the actual garments themselves but the
personal intimate nature of my selection. That night we fucked
twice before daybreak Sunday morning. The second time being
harder, more intense and more loving than the first quick lusty
�thank you darling� coupling before midnight. On the Monday
morning it was business as usual for Natala. Nary a sideways
glance or knowing look to hint at what we had done on Saturday.
And the usual banal questions of what we did at the weekend for
the office to swap weekend stories of ho hum and the urbane. Once
again time slipped by without ever mention of our affair. The
saga with Natala and her work performance came to a head
following a reshuffle we had in the project team. Somewhat in a
contrived way, the department chief agreed with Alex that we had
one member too many and surprise, surprise, one of the other
departments could pick up the liaison support duties of our
project secretary. In short, Natala got made redundant. She took
it rather stoically but knew she had been shafted. She had lasted
a full twelve months and so job number eight in nine years went
onto the CV. A few of us went for a drink with her the day she
left. I drew her aside and begged her to tell me what had
actually gone down with Alex and why they had fallen out so. She
looked me in the eye and simply said �I�ll never tell anyone
about us Steve�. Her answer puzzled me and she broke away and
went back to the small gathering. It didn�t occur to me until
driving home that she must have had some sort of an affair with
Alex and it had turned sour. And what she was telling me was she
would never tell about her and Alex any more than she would
someone else about the two of us. It was the only possible
meaning. I guess there affair must have turned really bad; maybe
because he wanted to continue and have a real affair, and she was
just in it for the sex, perhaps the way we had it. I�d probably
never know for sure but on the other hand why had she not raised
this sex-with-the-boss in defense of her being fired. It was the
best kind of sexual harassment escape clause if she wished it to
be. Except of course officially she was �regrettably made
redundant. It�s not your fault Natala, it�s the position that�s
redundant� as they had said. The usual weasel words to supposedly
make people who lose their jobs somehow feel better. Perhaps a
sexual harassment claim may have stalled the process but it would
have dragged her out into a dirty fight with the company lawyers.
Her own barely concealed history of promiscuity could see her
destroyed publicly. So she would take it on the chin and simply
accept the few weeks� salary and go. After she left, our three
liaisons were but a dull recollection to my conscience, but a
lustful recollection to my fantasies as I surreptitiously slipped
into the woman�s toilet and quickly jacked myself to orgasm
thinking of how I had fucked her in her. Initially she kept in
touch by email but eventually the emails dried up and I lost
touch with her altogether somewhere between jobs number nine and
ten. To this day I think of the first time I fucked in a toilet;
the first time I had anal sex or deep-throated a sucking mouth.
Always Natala will be to the forefront of my sexual memories as
being the first and only couplings in those categories. Following
the pleasant surge in Ellen and my sex life while I was being
unfaithful with Natala, for some reason we slipped back to the
more comfortable routines once Natala was a distant memory. Not
that Ellen complained. But occasionally, on those odd occasions
when my cock feels a fraction harder and I fuck a little more
freely, or Ellen�s kisses are just a little sloppy and loose and
she is wanton in arousal as she succumbs to my searching fingers,
I think briefly of Natala. And I thank her silently as I drift
off to sleep, in delicious post-coital afterglow.

The End

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