Keywords: MF+, FF, anal, bond, voy, cheat
Part: 1 through 6 complete
Author: Knave of Hearts
Title: A Rough Week

A Rough Week
© Knave of Hearts, 2000
Monday
(MF anal, cheat, office)

The clock said 6:30 in electric red numbers.  
Everyone else had long since abandoned their 
desks and offices, leaving me alone in the 
dimly lit office building.  Alone with my 
work and my computer.  I sat up in my chair 
and stretched.  I had until the end of the 
week to finish the quarterly review 
presentation but since my wife had taken the 
kids to her mother's this week I had decided 
to go ahead and knock it out now.  

Maybe later on the week I would get some 
time to spend with Veronica, my wife.  I 
looked at the picture of us on the boat in 
Jamaica.  The last vacation we'd had 
together.  Running my hands over my tired 
eyes I realized that we'd been in Jamaica 
almost ten years ago.  Ten years.  It was 
time to rejuvenate some spark.  We'd done 
everything we could imagine during that two 
week stay.  Fine food.  Good wine.  Sex 
until dawn.  It had been the perfect 
fortnight.

But that was B.C.  Before Children.  And now 
we were both so busy that we only ate dinner 
together once a week, in between scout 
meetings, gymnastics classes, and my work 
schedule.  I had my career and she was 
usually helping with some community project 
or attending some social committee meeting 
or other.  Ten years ago it had been a 
bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, and her 
warm body.  Now it was leftovers and a cold 
bed to go home to.  

The phone rang, breaking into my moment of 
self-pity.  

"Mr. Williams?  This is Ava.  Are you going 
to be in your office for a few minutes?  Mr. 
Bland left some files that need to go 
upstairs and I'd like to put them in the 
file room before I leave."

I assured her that I would be around.  Since 
I was the last one in the office, I told her 
that I would lock up as we left.  I hung up 
the phone, idly wondering what the boss's 
secretary, Ava, was wearing today.  Ava 
Langtry was famous for being extremely 
efficient and very easy on the eyes.  I used 
to stop at her desk while waiting for my 
boss, Mr. Bland, to finish with a phone call 
and found that she was easy to talk to as 
well.  

Shaking my head to clear away to schoolboy 
fantasies, I got back to work.  A few 
minutes later I heard a high heels coming up 
the hall to my office.  Anticipating Ava's 
entrance, I started saving my work and 
closing down my computer.  A soft knock on 
my office door announced her.

"Come in Ava."  

"Thanks for helping out Mr. Williams, I was 
hoping to get these taken care of before 
tomorrow.  I won't be long."  "Not a 
problem.  Let me unlock the door for you and 
we'll be out of here in a flash."

We walked to the file room and I unlocked 
it.  I took the walk down the hallway as an 
opportunity to notice the suit she was 
wearing.  She had a dark, double breasted 
suit jacket-like top, cut to show an 
enticing but professional amount of 
cleavage, and a short matching skirt.  Her 
trim legs were sheathed in sheer black 
stockings that made a soft swishing sound as 
she walked ahead of me.  I enjoyed watching 
her hips roll under her suit.  

Not for the first time did I wonder what she 
looked like under her professional exterior.  
I smiled to myself as I realized what I was 
thinking.  My wife always tells me that I 
have a endearing fantasy that somewhere in 
the depths of every woman's soul is a cock-
sucking, nymphomaniac slut just waiting for 
the right time to pop out.  Where were those 
people when you really need them, I asked 
myself.

Unlocking the door, I held it open for Ava 
as she turned on the lights and went to the 
end of the line of filing cabinets.  I stood 
in the doorway making small talk, a cheap 
excuse for watching her move.  Ava bent over 
to pull out the lowest file drawer.  Her 
skirt rode up on her thigh, exposing tan 
flesh at the tops of her stockings.  I 
stopped for a second when I realized that 
Ava wasn't wearing regular pantyhose but had 
old-fashioned stockings on.  I felt my cock 
stir at the mental image of Ava's tan body 
in her stockings but tried to look away 
before she caught me staring.  I was too 
late.

Ava had turned around and saw what I was 
looking at.  A coy smile fluttered across 
her lips as she also noticed the slight 
bulge in my trousers.  She stood, smoothing 
her skirt back into place, and reached for 
the next file.  I was thinking of a polite 
way to go somewhere else and wait for her to 
call me but before I could move she asked me 
if I could help her pull out the top file 
drawer.

"Can you give me a hand?  It's stuck."

I couldn't think of an excuse so, like a 
lamb being led to slaughter, I moved into 
the corner with her and the offending file 
drawer.  Rather than step out of the corner 
Ava stepped against the wall, staying 
between the file cabinet and me.  Rather 
than say something, I reached around her and 
tugged on the drawer handle.  Seeing that I 
wasn't getting anywhere Ava clasped her hand 
on top of mine and counted to three.  We 
pulled together several times before we got 
the drawer open.  Our bodies pressed against 
each other with every heave.  Her bottom had 
pushed against my bulging groin with every 
pull.  I wondered if I were making more out 
of this than I should or was she trying to 
come on to me?  

With the drawer finally open I tried to step 
back and give her some room but Ava pulled 
the drawer all the way out, pressing me into 
the corner.  I was stuck between her soft, 
sweet smelling body and the wall.  In a 
trice my mind raced from the physical 
excitement of the moment to the consequences 
if we should be caught.  Ava took her time 
placing the file into its correct place in 
the drawer, every so often standing on her 
tiptoes to check a file label.  This caused 
her to press her hips against mine, 
increasing the friction between my rapidly 
swelling crotch and her delightfully firm 
rear end.

Worried about the compromising position that 
I found myself in, I cleared my throat.  I 
made some lame excuse about getting my 
jacket and placed my hands on her hips to 
help maneuver myself out of the corner.  No 
sooner had my hands touched her than she 
turned to face me.  In the enclosed space 
between the drawer and the wall, our bodies 
touched in some of the most intimate places.  
Her breasts pressed against my ribs while my 
still growing cock rubbed against her skirt.  
She looked up at me with a strange glimmer 
in her light brown eyes.  

I opened my mouth to say something and she 
stopped me with a kiss.  Not a quick peck on 
the cheek "thanks for helping" kind of 
endearment.  This was a slow, smoldering, 
tongues fencing kind of kiss that makes your 
toes tingle and your ears sweat.  The taste 
of her mouth and the smell of her perfume 
overwhelmed my senses.  I couldn't have 
moved if I had wanted to.  Just when I 
thought that my fantasy had played itself 
out, I felt Ava's hand rub against my 
swollen cock.  She kneaded my package 
softly, moaning slightly as she traced its 
length through my pants.  If she'd had any 
question about the size of my cock, she'd 
answered it first hand.  Giving my johnson a 
quick squeeze, we came up for air.  

Before I could protest she said, "Come with 
me.  I've got something to show you."

Taking my hand, she led me back down the 
hall to my office.  "Sit down, please."  I 
sat on the small couch.  She seemed as 
business like as usual as she walked across 
the room to shut the door.  I prepared 
myself for a lecture on sexual harassment 
and the precarious nature of my situation.  
Five seconds ago she was giving me every 
signal of her inclination to do the lambada 
against the file room wall, now she was the 
picture of a professional office assistant.  

Turning around to face me, I realized that 
she'd undone the buttons on her jacket.  I 
froze.  I'd been shocked in the file room.  
Now I was astounded.  Ava removed her jacket 
and hung it on the coat tree by the door. 

She had light brown skin with a faint tan 
line outlining her pale breasts.  I didn't 
move a muscle. Her tits jiggled slightly as 
she walked toward me.  Her tits were 
wonderful.  About grapefruit size with a 
scattering of freckles.  I could barely see 
the shadow of her areolas beneath the black 
lacy bra she wore.  Her nipples stood erect, 
poking through her bra.  

She stopped in the middle of the room.  
Reaching behind her back she unzipped her 
skirt. My eyes followed her creamy white 
tits, provocatively contrasting with her 
black underwear, as she bent over to step 
out of her skirt..  Standing, she neatly 
folded her skirt and placed it on my desk.  
Her black stocking highlighted her slender, 
well-formed legs.  She wasn't rail thin like 
the fashion models, but she looked like an 
active swimmer or hiker.

I noted the little pink ribbon on the front 
of her panties.  A thin shadow showed the 
outline of her vulva through the sheer black 
underwear.  She obviously wore a bikini when 
she sunbathed.  I hoped that it meant that 
she had shaved her twat.  From the way this 
scenario seemed to be headed, I wanted to 
taste that pie and I didn't want to be 
picking hair out of my teeth afterward.

"Don't say a word."  She didn't need to ask 
me.  I wouldn't have known what to say.  I 
let out a sigh, realizing that I'd been 
holding my breath.  "I'm afraid if you 
spoke, I might get cold feet."

She closed the space between us and sank to 
her knees in front of me.  Ava leaned toward 
me, offering her mouth for another kiss.  We 
kissed deeply, slower than in the file room 
but with more intensity.  Her hand caressed 
my hard-on.  I returned the attention by 
cupping her breasts in my hands.  

Our lips parted.  I made a trail of soft 
kisses down her neck.  At the same time, I 
hooked my thumbs in the straps of her bra 
and eased them off her shoulders.  Lifting 
her breasts, I took her left nipple in my 
mouth.  Ava arched her back, offering me her 
tits.  My tongue swirled over her swollen 
nubs, making her moan and sway as she her 
excitement increased.  Letting go of one 
nipple, I shifted slightly to give the other 
the same attention.  Sucking the swollen pap 
into my mouth I ran its sensitive nipple 
along the rough edges of my teeth with my 
tongue.

"Ohhh.  Stop.  Wait." Ava gently pulled my 
mouth off her breast.  She pushed me back 
and started unbuckling my pants.  She fished 
my trouser snake out of my boxers and held 
its throbbing shaft in front of her face.  
"I've wondered what this would be like.  
I've seen you watching me.  Undressing me 
with your eyes.  I always wanted to know if 
you had the equipment to do the job right."

She stuck her tongue out and ran it around 
the head of my dick like an ice cream cone.  
I held her hair way from her face.  I wanted 
to watch her suck my cock.  She was right.  
I'd wondered what she looked like underneath 
her pressed business suits and no-nonsense 
exterior.  Right now I wanted to see her 
hot, sweaty, and leaking my cum out of her 
swollen, well-fucked pussy.  Ava licked the 
seam along the underside of my erection, 
working her way down from its enlarged 
purple helmet to my balls.  I shivered as 
her warm mouth kissed and fondled my 
scrotum.

Running the length of my penis against her 
smooth cheek, she took my cock into her 
mouth.  Her head bobbed in short fluid 
motions, taking more and more of my eight 
inch cock into her mouth with every stroke.  
I raised my hips to meet her hot sweet 
mouth, feeling my cock hit the back of her 
throat.

"Slow down, Mr. Williams.  I've got other 
plans for you."  

"Why don't you call me Adam?  After all, 
you're half naked on your knees sucking my 
cock.  I think we can afford to drop the 
formality."

She smiled and then licked a tiny drop of 
pre-cum off the tip of my cock.  She sat 
back on her heels and unhooked her bra, 
tossing it on top of her skirt.

"Now that you mention it Ava, what exactly 
are your plans for this evening?"

She smiled in a self satisfied way, licking 
her lips as she ran her palms across her 
tits.  "I'm not sure.  I am leaving the firm 
for a new job and I think that this might be 
my chance to have a farewell party with 
you."  

I raised my eyebrow in question. She looked 
around the room, idly massaging the firm 
mounds on her chest as if in deep thought.  
Not willing to lose the moment, I stood up 
and took charge.  My cock bobbed obscenely 
in front of me, a purple tipped rod pointing 
at Ava's sweet snatch.  Placing my hands on 
her waist, I maneuvered her towards my desk.  
"Then let's have a farewell you won't 
forget."

I sat her on my desk, her legs spread wide.  
Her panties were wet and I could smell the 
musky sweet aroma of her excitement.  I 
dropped my pants on the floor along with my 
boxers.  Stepping closer to the desk I 
lifted her knees up, forcing her to lay 
back.  I quickly pulled off her panties and 
tossed them behind me.  

Her cunt lay bare before me.  She'd shaved 
her lips bare, leaving only a small triangle 
of dark curls at the top of her slit, like 
an arrow pointing the way to her love 
tunnel.  Holding her legs wide, I leaned 
forward and kissed the swollen nub of her 
clit.  She tasted like sweet brandy.  I 
parted her labia with my tongue, licking her 
entire slit.   She moaned and tilted her 
hips to give me access to her deepest 
recesses.  I teased her by licking the 
outside of her pussy lips lightly before 
running my tongue around the rim of her hot 
wet twat.  

Ava held my head tight against her cunt, 
wordless moaning.  She wanted more.  I 
played a quick staccato rhythm against her 
clit with my tongue.  I could feel the 
muscles in her vagina tremble.  Watching a 
lover approach climax is the most powerful, 
intoxicating feeling in the world.  Cruelly, 
I denied her the release she wanted so 
badly.  She cried out when I lifted my face, 
damp and slick from her love juices, from 
her cunt.

"More.  Please.  Let me cum."  "You'll cum 
all right baby.  You'll cum with my cock 
deep inside you."

I pulled her hips to the edge of the desk 
and placed the head of my cock against her 
love tunnel.  She was so wet my cock entered 
her easily, gliding to half its length in 
the first thrust.  I pulled back, 
luxuriating in the feel of my cock against 
her velvety smooth insides.  I pushed 
forward again, repeating the process of 
slowly driving my cock into Ava's cunt.  It 
only took three strokes to plant my shaft 
inside her.  I stopped for a moment, 
enjoying the feel of my smooth shaven balls 
in contact with her smooth lips.  

Ava's eyes stared up at me with a strange 
hungry look.  My wife might not think that 
there was a slut in every woman, but I'd 
sure unlocked the whore in Ava.  

"Fuck me hard." Her voice was hoarse with 
lust.  

I didn't need any more encouragement.  I 
drove my cock in and out of her body, 
relishing the wet sound my balls made when 
they slapped against her ass.  The harder I 
fucked her, the more she begged for me to 
give her more.  

"Fuck me till I explode"  She ranted in 
between hoarse gasping breaths.  

I plowed into her savagely, fucking her like 
an animal.  Within moments, I felt her cunt 
spasm, clutching and milking my cock as she 
climaxed.  Ava thrashed around, bucking 
against my hips as her orgasm washed through 
her.  

I might have let her rest with the one 
orgasm for her scrap book, but I didn't.  
"Time to roll over," I told her.  My voice 
sounded cruel and nasty.  I rolled her over 
and put her feet back on the floor.  She was 
bent over my desk, her hot sweaty breasts 
pressed against the varnished wood desktop.  

I drove my cock into her gaping hole without 
any preliminaries.  Pulling her hips back to 
meet mine, I picked up where we'd left off.  
My thrusts made her grunt as my cock hit her 
cervix.  I could feel my balls shift and 
tighten but my own climax was still too far 
away.  I parked my cock deep inside her 
while I caught my breath.

"I want you to cum in my ass."  The blatant 
statement made my cock twitch.  She reached 
behind her a spread her ass cheeks, showing 
me the slick rosebud of her anus.  

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the clock.  
7:30.  The Ava that lay on my desk wasn't 
the same woman that had walked into my 
office an hour earlier.  The first woman had 
looked professional and focused; she had 
come to my office asking for my help as a 
colleague.  The sweaty whore that lay face 
down on my desk was asking me to sodomize 
her.  My how time can change people, I 
thought.

I rubbed my cunt-slickened cock around her 
ass, lubing her with her own juices.  I 
pressed the large, round head of my cock 
against her puckered rosette.  

"Unnhh.  Go slow baby.  I want you to fill 
me with your cock."  She lay still and 
relaxed, inviting me deeper inside her.

I slowly worked my cock inside her tight 
nether passage, pausing often to let her 
adjust to accommodate my thick shaft.  I 
could feel her loosen up, her muscles 
gripping my cock as I pressed it into her.  
Finally I worked the entire length of my 
pole into her ass.  Ava, impatient for more, 
thrust her hips upwards.

I slowly built up a rhythmic pace, thrusting 
slow and deep.  I held her hips and drove 
myself into her depths.  The feeling was 
completely different from fucking her cunt.  
Her pussy was slick and hot, expanding to 
allow my cock entrance.  Her ass on the 
other hand, was tight, grasping my cock.  
The increased friction drove me wild.  I was 
getting closer and closer to my own climax.  

Ava must have felt it as well.  In between 
grunts, she chanted filthy words, urging me 
to cum in her ass.  "fuck, fuck, fuck.  God 
I want to feel your hot cum inside my ass.  
Give it to me.  Cum inside me now."  

She had loosed up to the point of being able 
to push her hips back to meet my thrusts.  
My balls slapped against her slick, swollen 
cunt lips as our bodies met.  I couldn't 
hold out any longer.  My balls tightened, 
sending a spray of hot, thick cum into her 
ass.  We groaned in unison, the release we'd 
sought finally at hand.

Still spinning from the force of my orgasm, 
I ran my hands across her back.  I trailed 
my fingertips along the base of her spine.  
I could feel her heartbeat through my cock, 
still buried in her ass.  She propped 
herself up on one arm and looked back at me 
with a smile.

I stepped back to allow her to get up.  My 
shrinking member slid from her with a pop. I 
pulled her to her feet and kissed her. Our 
sweaty bodies stuck together.  Pushing a wet 
strand of hair out of her face, I tried to 
think of an appropriate thing to say.  She 
must have been thinking the same thing 
because we ended up laughing at each other.  
After all, what do you say to an almost 
total stranger that you've just had raw, 
animalistic sex with?

"Thanks for the farewell party," I managed 
at last.  Tilting her chin up, I gave her a 
last, light kiss.  "Good luck wherever you 
go."

"Oh I don't leave until Saturday.  I'm sure 
I'll see you before then."

Tuesday
(MFF, cheat, office)

I showed for work scared of the fallout of 
my office tryst with Ava.  Dreams of her tan 
skin and the sound of her voice begging me 
to fuck her ass had haunted me all night 
long.  Settling behind my desk, I forced 
myself to concentrate on performing my 
routine tasks.  Get coffee.  Check schedule.  
Scan email.  

I made it through about half the morning 
without incident.  Then I had to leave my 
office to run an errand.  Every time I 
passed through the "bullpen" office where 
the secretaries sit, I thought that one of 
them, a cute petite blonde named Brenda, 
seemed to be flashing me.  The first time I 
passed, she leaned forward to give me a good 
look at the tops of her tanned tits.  As I 
returned, it was a quick glimpse of the tops 
of her stockings, a pale white against her 
tanned thighs.  I could feel my cock start 
to get ideas of its own, shifting 
uncomfortably under my boxers.

I retreated to the safety of my office.  I 
had fucked the boss' secretary across my 
desk last night.  All I needed was to be 
walking around the secretary's pool with a 
hard-on.  Why not just walk into Mr. Bland's 
office and report myself for sexual 
harassment? I could just have easily cut my 
cock off and mailed it to my wife.  Maybe 
Veronica would have it stuffed and mounted 
like a prize winning fish.

I tried to relax and focus on my work.  I 
was senior enough that I could work from my 
office, rather than running up and down the 
halls.  All I had to do was stay in my 
office until the end of the day.  I wouldn't 
take any calls or go to any meetings.  That 
would do it.  I was safe.  

And then the phone rang.  Before my brain 
could take control, my arm shot out and 
picked it up.  

"Oh good, you're there. I was hoping that 
you hadn't left for lunch."  It was Ava.  
The sound of her calm professional voice was 
even sexier now than it had been last night.  
I mumbled something and she continued. "I 
need to send Brenda to your office.  She has 
a file that needs you special attention 
immediately. Will you be in your office for 
a few minutes?"

I made some more muttering noises, which she 
took as an affirmative, and hung up the 
phone.  Within moments, there was a light 
knocking on my door and Brenda's face peeked 
in.  I was too afraid to speak, so I waved 
her in.

I watched her walk towards me.  Brenda wore 
a nice business suit of white wool, setting 
off her tan skin and blue eyes admirably.  
Outwardly, she looked like what she was, a 
professional administrative assistant that 
had brought me a file that needed my 
attention.  Inwardly, I remembered the 
change that had come over Ava last night.  I 
sat behind my desk like a cornered animal.   

She walked around behind my desk and laid 
the file folder in the middle of the 
desktop.  She was close enough that her 
perfume, sweet without being cloying, seemed 
to reach out to me.  As Brenda leaned over 
to open the file, I shot a glance toward her 
and was rewarded with an excellent view of 
her bra-less tits.  I realized in a flash 
that, not only was she not wearing a bra, 
she didn't have any tan lines!

I tore my eyes away.  But it was too late.  
I looked up at Brenda's face and saw her 
smiling in a smug way.  I followed her gaze 
down to my lap.  To my horror I saw that, 
while I had been peering down her cleavage, 
she had been checking out the rising bulge 
in my trousers.  Before I could move, Brenda 
reached down into my lap and lightly 
squeezed my swollen crotch.

Dropping to her knees, she turned my chair 
toward her.  Her charming smile had taken on 
a more predatory look.  Licking her lips she 
said, "I think the file can wait.  We need 
to take care of this first."

I gripped the arms of my desk chair as she 
undid my belt and fished my stiffening 
member out of my underwear.  Brenda held my 
cock lightly between her thumb and first two 
fingers and looked me straight in the eye as 
she ran her tongue the length of my shaft.

Brenda expertly used her tongue and suction 
to make my cock swell to iron hard 
stiffness.  I watched my cock swell and 
stretch her lips.  She tried taking my 
entire cock into her throat, but I was too 
long.  Rather than have her gag, I guided 
her mouth to my shaven scrotum.

"Suck my balls."  No sooner had I said it 
than Brenda's warm mouth engulfed my 
sensitive balls.  I gasped sharply as she 
sucked one of my testicles into her mouth 
and twirled it around with her tongue.  

Seeing that she had caught on to what I 
wanted, I moved my hands from her head and 
ran my palm down her back, trying to reach 
her ass.  She sifted her position obligingly 
and started jacking me off, running her 
tongue up the seam of my cock to keep my 
shaft slick for her hand. 

The feeling of her lips on my rod, her 
cheeks sucking in as she applied pressure to 
my cock head, chased any worry I might have 
had out of my mind.  I started to relax and 
look forward to fucking Brenda on my desktop 
in a replay of last night's action.  I slid 
my hand under her panties and caressed the 
inside of the cleft of her ass with my 
fingertips.  I teased the little place 
between her ass and her pussy and felt her 
squirm with pleasure.  I knew she'd be ready 
in few more minutes, but I was more than 
willing to postpone fucking her while she 
sucked my cock.

I was ready to suggest we move on to the 
next step when I heard the doorknob turn.  
Frantically I tried to pull my hand out of 
Brenda's bottom and push her off my cock but 
she wouldn't let go.  I looked at the door 
in a panic and saw Ava standing against the 
door, smiling like a cat that just ate the 
pet canary.  

Brenda pushed me back into my chair and 
resumed her activities with my cock.  Ava 
crossed the room, telling me that she's glad 
that Brenda and I got along so well.  
Standing behind me, she removed my tie and 
unbuttoned my shirt.  Brenda helped out by 
unbuckling my belt and tugging my pants down 
past my hips.

Ava hiked up her skirt and sat on my desk. 
Her naked pussy glistened wetly under her 
short woolen skirt.  Propping her legs on 
either side of my head, she invited me to 
eat her.  Bending so that I don't disturb 
Brenda's enthusiastic sucking, I tongued 
Ava's cunt.  Ava spread her pussy lips with 
her fingers, helping me zero in on her erect 
clit while keeping her skirt out of the way.

After only a few minutes, however, the 
awkward angle made my neck stiff.  Raising 
my head from Ava's swollen pussy, I told 
them that we needed to take this to a more 
comfortable venue.  The three of us stood 
and moved to my office couch.  I finished 
stripping; trying to fold my clothes so that 
I would close to normal after this was all 
over.  Ava followed suit, taking her smart, 
professional outfit off and placing her 
things in a neat pile on my desk.

I walked over to them my cock pointing the 
way, bobbing with every step.  I stood 
behind Brenda and started helping Ava 
undress the petite blonde.  I had her bra 
clasp undone and was shifting the lacy cups 
when I gasped with surprise.  My hands, 
gliding over her pert breasts, had 
encountered nipple rings in each tit.  The 
warm metal felt odd against her stiffly 
swollen nipple but Brenda obviously enjoyed 
the sensation as I flicked them with my 
fingers.  Seeing where my attention was, Ava 
lightly tugged on one of the rings, making 
Brenda catch her breath and grind her hips 
against mine.

Once we had her clothes off, I led Brenda 
over to the overstuffed couch.  Laying 
Brenda down, I ate her pussy while Ava 
played with my hard cock.  It was another 
awkward position as I stretched my neck to 
reach Brenda's pussy while, at the same 
time, lifted my hips to make sure Ava could 
get at my cock.  

Once I'd gotten Brenda's cunt good and wet 
with my tongue.  I rolled her over and 
positioned myself behind her, aiming my hard 
cock at her wet, waiting pussy.  Ava sat on 
the couch arm opposite me, her open legs 
showing her dripping twat to Brenda.  
Grasping Brenda's hips, I slid my cock into 
her buttery depths, pushing her face toward 
Ava's cunt.  Brenda quickly took the hint 
and used her tongue on Ava as skillfully as 
she had done on me.

I slowly rocked Brenda's body back and 
forth, alternately pushing my cock into her 
and letting her tongue taste Ava's sweet 
cunt.  Brenda's cunt was extremely tight.  
The friction against her slick cunt walls 
was intense.  I felt as if she was squeezing 
my cock with each stroke.  I felt my shaft 
swell and my balls tingle.  I couldn't hold 
back and I let my cum explode into Brenda's 
snug twat.  My last strokes drove her face 
into Ava's hips.  

Despite having blown my load, I was still 
stiff.  Watching the two women kissing at 
the end of the couch, I decided that I 
wanted to revisit Ava's sweet cunt.  Brenda 
helped Ava sit on the couch seat and 
maneuvered herself on to Ava's face.  Brenda 
supported herself on the back of the couch, 
her ass almost in my face, giving me a front 
row seat as I watched Ava hungrily lap and 
suck my seed out of Brenda's cunt.  Brenda, 
still woozy from cumming, arched her back 
and tugged and twisted her nipple rings.  

Pushing Ava's legs up to her chest, I put 
myself on the floor and dragged her hips 
toward mine.  With Ava's ass hanging off the 
edge of the couch, I entered her roughly and 
slammed my dick into her cunt with each 
stroke.  Ava's hands tightened their grasp 
on Brenda's ass and I redoubled my efforts 
to make her cum.  Suddenly, I saw Ava's 
stomach muscles jerk in short, quick spasms.  
From underneath Brenda's hips, I heard a 
strangled moan.  

I was nowhere close to cumming, so I 
selfishly continued to pound my cock into 
her cunt, ignoring her orgasm.  Brenda slid 
off Ava's face and started massaging Ava's 
clit.  I fucked her even more energetically.  

Ava became vocal again.  "Fuck me 'til I 
explode."  I responded by driving my cock as 
deep into her as I could.  "I'm . . . I'm . 
. . cummmminnnggg."  

She seemed to convulse, thrashing around on 
the couch as her orgasm tore through her.  
My cock responded as well, blowing my second 
load into her.  I felt as if my soul had 
been sucked out the tip of my cock.  My head 
spun and I had to lean against the couch for 
support.  I was breathing as if I'd just run 
a race, my body as limp as a dishrag.

As my cock slid out of Ava's steaming cunt, 
I seemed to return to the real world.  This 
wasn't an after-hours tryst, alone in the 
office with no one else around.  This was 
the middle of the day!  There were people 
sitting just outside my door, for Christ's 
sake!  I must have had a panic-stricken look 
on my face because Brenda leaned down and 
kissed me, thrusting her tongue, still 
tasting of Ava's juices, into my mouth.

Ava gathered herself and also gave me a kiss 
and a smile.  The two women then stood and 
began dressing, as calmly as can be 
imagined, as I sat on my office floor with 
my cock still dripping cum.  

Ava took charge of the situation.  "You'd 
better get yourself together.  The doors are 
soundproof but I can't stop anyone from 
knocking."  With that, she and Brenda 
retired to my private bathroom to freshen 
their makeup.

I used my handkerchief to wipe the goo off 
my shrinking disk and then threw my clothes 
on in a flurry of buttons and cuff links.  
Seeing that I was moving once again, Ava 
smiled and blew me a kiss from the door.  
Setting her "professional look" on her face 
once more, she opened the door and led 
Brenda back out into the office.

My tie still askew, my shoes untied, my hair 
mussed, I sank into my chair and put my head 
in my hands.  What had I let my dick lead me 
into?

Wednesday
(MF, FF, voy, cheat, office)
8 AM.  I walked into the elevator looking 
and feeling like shit.  I hadn't been able 
to sleep for the second night in a row.  
Dreams of nubile, tan, nymphos had me 
tossing and turning all night long.  To make 
matters worse my cock was always throbbing 
and twitching, making a bulge in my trousers 
like the bow of a ship.  I tried to hide my 
uncomfortable condition with my coat, 
awkwardly held in front of me, as the 
elevator crawled up from the parking garage 
and people got on and off.

We passed the ground floor and Brenda got 
on.  Excusing her way past other passengers, 
she worked her way back in the car until she 
stood directly in front of me.  She didn't 
say anything to me, just shot a quick glance 
at the way I held my coat before turning 
around to face the elevator door.  When the 
doors opened at the next floor, she scooted 
back about half a step.  It looked like she 
was moving out of the way to let others exit 
the car, but I felt her firm ass press 
slightly against my coat.

I started to sweat.  My hand, inside of my 
folded coat, pressed against the curve of 
her ass.  She must have felt it because she 
managed to shift slightly and wiggle her 
butt against my caress.  Somewhere around 
the fourth floor, she slipped her hand 
behind her and groped my swollen crotch 
through the intervening coat.  I coughed to 
hide my groan of pleasure as Brenda lightly 
squeezed my cock.  

By the time we reached the tenth floor, she 
knew I was ready.  I left the elevator 
flushed and with my coat held tightly across 
my obviously swollen groin.  I threw my 
things onto the corner of my desk and 
reached inside my pants to rearrange my cock 
and balls to a more comfortable position.  I 
sat down, squirming in my chair as my 
underwear cut into my thick shaft.  Trying 
to ignore my dick, I tried to focus my 
concentration on other things.  

Brenda apparently had other ideas, however.  
I hadn't even logged into my computer when 
she appeared at my door with a pile of 
distribution in her arms.  

"We shouldn't do this before lunch, I'll be 
leaking all day," she said as she walked 
around my desk.  

Her hands smoothed her skirt across her 
thighs. She swiftly knelt behind my desk and 
reached for my belt.  The already stiff 
condition of my cock made it hard for her to 
free it from the confines of my shorts.  
Rather than prolong my discomfort, I stood 
and lifted her back to her feet.  Our bodies 
crushed together as we kissed, our tongues 
fencing.  I imagined that I could feel her 
nipple rings pressing against my chest 
through her sheer silk blouse.

When we came up for air, Brenda had a smug 
smirk on her face.  Before she could react 
with a smart remark, I spun her around, bent 
her over the desk, and flipped up her skirt.  
Looking down at her tan ass, covered in 
white cotton bikini panties, I felt the 
fatigue and tension rise inside me like a 
tidal wave.  This wasn't going to be gentle.  

Without a word or a second thought, I 
grabbed the waistband and savagely pulled.  
The thin cotton tore with a ripping sound 
that seemed to reverberate around my office.  
I dropped the shreds of her underwear to the 
floor and pressed her down on the desktop 
with my left hand.  With my right, I undid 
my belt and tugged down my pants and boxers.  

My cock sprung from its confinement, hard 
and already weeping pre-cum from its tip.  
Pointing my prick at her pussy, I spread her 
legs apart and then cupped my hand around 
the mound of her sex.  She looked back at me 
over her shoulder, her lips parted as she 
struggled to catch her breath.  I gave her a 
cruel smile as I licked her juices off my 
fingers.

"Glad to see that you're as ready as I am."  
My voice had an edge to it that sounded 
nasty. I guided my glans to the gates of her 
twat and then pulled her hips back toward 
me, impaling her slowly on my aching pole.  
I threw made head back and groaned in 
ecstasy as I felt her slick tunnel part to 
swallow my rigid cock.

I started Brenda off slowly, rhythmically 
rocking her against my hips as I penetrated 
deeper and deeper into her sex.  Her breath 
came in gasps as she felt me fill her inner 
recesses and it only took a few strokes for 
her to let all nine inches of my cock into 
her.

I paused for a moment to savor the feel of 
my balls resting against her smoothly shaven 
labia.  Pressing my scrotum against her I 
rotated my hips, stirring her cunt with my 
cock.

"Unnnnggggghhhh.  God I love that."

I grabbed a handful of her firm ass and used 
it to steady her for a few fast deep 
strokes.  I was rewarded by another deep 
moan.

"Yes. . . Yes. . . Faster.   Hardeeeeerrrr."  

Her words came as punctuation to the bottom 
of each stroke.  She grunted as my cock 
hammered against her cervix.  I had filled 
every inch of her tight cunt.  Grabbing her 
ass with both hands, I pulled the entire 
length of my cock out before jamming it back 
in.  I picked up the pace with each stroke, 
slamming my hips against her taut ass, as 
she moaned and muttered incomprehensible 
syllables. 

I fucked her like an animal, pounding her 
sweet tight cunt like a dog mounting its 
bitch.  My world narrowed to the feeling of 
the length of my prick driving deep inside 
her.  Each stroke ended with the wet slap of 
my balls against her twat.  That and the 
sound of her moaning filled my ears.

I felt her cunt muscles shudder, grabbing my 
cock in their silken grip.  A sound from 
deep in her throat came from Brenda, only 
slightly muffled from being pressed against 
my desktop.  The sensation of her cunt 
milking my cock sent me over the edge.  I 
cried out and drove my cock into her, 
pinning her between the mahogany desktop and 
me.  I felt my cum erupt from my balls into 
her hot, sweet sex.  

My orgasm left me light headed. I leaned 
forward, now careful not to hurt Brenda, and 
tried to catch my breath.  We both gasped 
and panted for air.  I felt her hand push 
against my thigh and I stood back.  My cock 
slid from her with a wet popping sound.

Pushing herself up off the desk, Brenda 
turned and looked at me, her face flushed 
and her eyes glazed.  "I don't know what got 
into you, but next time I'm bringing 
reinforcements."

"Go get yourself cleaned up," I said as I 
wiped my cock with a handkerchief, 
"someone's liable to come looking for one of 
us any minute."

The rest of the morning was much more 
tranquil.  I told myself that I should start 
"exercising" more in the morning.  It was a 
great joke.

-=0=-

Ava caught me in the hallway after lunch.  
Dragging me into an empty niche, she told me 
the bad news. "I knew it was too good to 
last," I groaned.

Someone must have seen Brenda leave my 
office this morning and suspected something.  
I'm sure that Brenda's flushed look and 
rumpled clothes had been seen by anyone 
who'd been in the secretary's office this 
morning.  As if that wasn't bad enough, that 
someone had been gossiping about it in the 
cafeteria.  I felt bad for Brenda.  Rumors 
like this were always worse for the women 
then they were for the men.  I asked Ava 
what I could do to help Brenda out.

"Before you could start worrying about her, 
you need to take care of yourself." Ava 
looked around conspiratorially.  "Meet me in 
the atrium in ten minutes."

I sat listening to the building noise as 
people returned from lunch.  I must have sat 
there for a few seconds before I realized 
that she'd gone.  Carefully standing and 
straightening my suit jacket, I tried to get 
a handle on what she'd just told me.  
Through the spinning thoughts in my head, 
one blazed brightly against the front of my 
mind – SOMEONE KNOWS!

Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the 
elevator.  I went back to my office and 
gathered a few papers, settling on the 
excuse that I was going down to the mailbox.  
I walked through the secretarial pool 
without looking at anyone.  I was too afraid 
to make eye contact with any of the ladies 
there.  Any one of them could be the one – 
my accuser.

I dawdled along the way to the atrium, not 
wanting to be seen pacing around waiting.  
My plan worked and Ava got there only 
seconds before I did.  Without speaking to 
each other, we walked out onto the terrace.  
The company coffee shop was there, a place 
where lots of people went to gather their 
thoughts or take a break, so I wasn't 
worried about being seen with anyone else.  
I bought some coffee from the counter and 
returned to the table that Ava had selected.  
The place was empty, since most of the 
employees were just returning from their 
lunch hour.

"Drink your coffee and relax," Ava saw that 
I was on the verge of a total collapse.  I 
took a healthy pull from my cup and she 
continued.  "Someone saw Brenda enter your 
office early this morning and leave a few 
minutes later with that 'fresh fucked' 
look."

"Who told you this?"  I don't know why I 
wanted to know.  It wouldn't have made any 
difference.

"Don't worry about that.  I'll take care of 
the gossip.  The problem is that HRO got 
wind of it and is sniffing around."

HRO.  Human Resources Office.  They hire you 
and they fire you.  Their special charge was 
office discipline and the latest crusade was 
the prevention of sexual harassment.  I knew 
all about their program, we'd all just had a 
mandatory class a few weeks ago.

"So what do we do?"  I felt dazed and off 
centered, like a punch drunk boxer.

"I am already working on it." I looked into 
her eyes.  I'm glad she was on my side, she 
made a formidable enemy.  "I'll call you for 
a meeting about 'the Johnson project' when 
things are ready."  I nodded and she 
continued.  "Then I want you to meet me in 
Room 425."

"What's there?"

"Conference Room services.  You'll see."  
She gathered her coffee and gave me a sly, 
sexy grin.  "I think you'll even enjoy 
yourself."

I looked at the lukewarm sludge that lay in 
the bottom of my coffee cup.  So much for 
getting any work done this afternoon.

-=0=-

I stumbled through the afternoon.  I played 
solitaire and shuffled papers, anything that 
would keep me from thinking about the fix I 
was in.  I chased my problems around my 
mind, blaming myself, my wife, the women I'd 
had sex with.  Nothing seemed to give me any 
reassurance.  In short, I stewed.

When the phone rang, I jumped.  Trying to 
sound calmer than I felt, I answered, "Mr. 
Williams."

"Mr. Williams, this is Ava from Mr. Bland's 
office.  Do you have a moment to meet with 
him about the Johnson project?"  Her voice 
was smooth and confident.

Playing my part, I answered, "Sure."

"Great.  He'll meet with you in Conference 
room B on the fourth floor."  <click>

I gathered myself before standing up.  I had 
no idea what plan Ava had going on the 
fourth floor.  Head erect, shoulders back, I 
left my office looking like a man ready to 
face his firing squad.  I found the room 
easily enough and let myself in.  

Room 425 was the size of a broom closet and 
was crammed from floor to ceiling with 
electronic equipment.  TV monitors and 
recording devices hummed and blinked from 
their places on the shelves.  Ava joined me 
within minutes.  Without a word, she sat 
down at the console and started pushing 
buttons and flicking switches. 

"I think that this should do it."  She 
sounded pleased with herself as she pointed 
to one of the monitors.

A tall, well made blonde sat on a low couch 
that sat against one wall.  She wore a red 
dress that looked about a size too small; 
emphasizing the size of her bosom whenever 
she took a breath.  Her skirt crept up her 
thigh, showing a great deal of her long 
legs.  I imagined that I could almost see 
her garters when she sifted in her seat to 
face the other woman.  I recognized the 
place as one of the interview rooms on this 
floor.  Ava told me that the blonde's name 
was Carrie.  

The other woman was no slouch in the looks 
department either.  Dressed in a 
conservative white pant suit, her red hair 
swept up in a graceful pile on her head, she 
introduced her self as Dorothea Forman.  

"Ms. Forman, I don't know where to start."  
Carrie sounded embarrassed, almost 
childlike.

"Please call me Dot.  How can I help you, 
Carrie?"  Dot leaned forward and patted 
Carrie's bare knee.  Sitting back into her 
chair, Dot, arranged a clipboard on her leg 
and looked ready to take notes.  

Carrie started telling Dot about how hard it 
is to work in Shipping.  "Well, I'm sure you 
know how it is," she said.  "The guys look 
at your tits while they talk to you.  And 
you can feel their eyes glued to your ass as 
you walk down the hallway."

Dot made sympathetic noises and encouraged 
Carrie to continue.

"I could live with it, if that was all there 
was."  Carrie was warming to the topic, 
leaning forward in her chair.  Perched like 
that, her dress billowed to allow a great 
view of her lovely cleavage.  My eyes zeroed 
in on the inviting valley between her large 
breasts.

"What else have they done to you?"

"Well, some of the guys think it's a laugh 
to drop things in front of me, just so they 
can watch me bend over."  I can see why, I 
thought to myself.

Dot seemed to check her notes.  Looking up, 
she asked Carrie another question.  My heart 
skipped a beat.  Dot was asking Carrie about 
the Information Management department.  My 
department.  Carrie answered that she 
hadn't.  Shipping was in another part of the 
large office complex our company occupied.

Shifting her legs, Carrie shot Dot a quick 
look up her skirt.  I had been right.  She 
was wearing garters!  Leaning forward and 
flashing a charming smile, Carrie asked why 
Dot had asked about IM.  Was there something 
going on?  The tone of the meeting changed 
from an interview to a girl-chat.

I watched as Carrie started seducing Dot.  
The conclusion was foregone.  Dot had no 
more chance of ignoring either Carrie's 
charm or intent as I would have.  Carrie 
leaned closer to Dot, her tits almost 
falling out of the tight dress.  Without a 
word, Carrie placed her hand behind Dot's 
head and pulled her face in for a kiss.

Dot titled her face upward; her lips parted 
from the kiss while Carrie silently 
unbuttoned her suit jacket.  Folding the 
cups of Dot's lacy bra out of the way, 
Carrie ran her tongue around the redhead's 
large nipples before sucking one of the 
erect nubs into her mouth.  Dot groaned with 
pleasure, pressing Carrie's face tighter 
against her firm, pale breast.

While Carrie's lips switched from one breast 
to the other, Dot started to unbutton the 
blonde's dress.  I murmured appreciatively 
as I saw that Carrie was as well endowed as 
her dress had led me to believe.  Her tan 
lines accentuated her large, almost 
cantaloupe sized, tits.  Pushing Carrie back 
gently, Dot cupped the blonde's mounds, 
lifting them to let her suck on their huge 
swollen nipples.

Dot sucked and nibbled Carrie's nipples, 
making the blonde squirm.  At the same time, 
Dot's hand traced the seam of Carrie's 
stockings from the back of her knee up under 
her tight dress.  She must have found what 
she was looking for because Carrie started 
moaning breathlessly and rotating her hips.  

Unsatisfied with the one sidedness of the 
situation, Dot stood and pressed her body 
against Carrie's.  Pushing the blonde down 
in to the chair, Dot sank to her knees 
between Carrie's legs.  Ava pushed some 
buttons and another monitor came to life, 
this one showing another angle.  She zoomed 
in until I could see Dot's small pink tongue 
playing against Carrie's coral pussy lips.  

Carrie spread her labia, stretching her cunt 
hole wide for Dot's questing tongue.  Dot 
sucked Carrie's clit into her mouth and then 
licked around the hole without touching it.  
She teased Carrie like this for several 
seconds before giving into Carrie's cries 
and thrusting her tongue deep inside the 
blonde's wet, gaping hole.

Both women seemed to be warming up quickly. 
Carrie pulled Dot's face away from her lap.  
I could see the juices glistening on Dot's 
face before Carrie kissed her deeply.  My 
cock swelled as I watched Dot's pale body 
lay on top of Carrie's tan limbs.  Dot stood 
once again and pulled Carrie over to the 
couch.

Dot lay across the couch and, showing a 
great deal of suppleness, spread her legs 
wide.  Her pussy didn't look shaved like 
Carrie's but it was sparsely covered with 
auburn curls.  Her vulva was red and swollen 
with lust.  Dot watched hungrily as Carrie 
disrobe and knelt on the couch.

Just as Dot had teased her, now Carrie 
tantalized the redhead's pussy.  She licked 
and played her tongue across the sensitive 
spots of Dot's body without giving her the 
release she desired.  Carrie spread Dot's 
cunt lips and inserted a finger.  After 
wiggling the finger around, much to Dot's 
delight, she pulled it back out and made a 
great show of tasting the redhead's juices.  

"God, you're so hot and sweet," Carrie said.  
I realized that it was the first words 
either of them had spoken since Carrie had 
started the seduction.

The foreplay over, she climbed over Dot, 
arranging herself in a 69 with the ready and 
willing redhead.  They started slowly, more 
gentle with each other than a man would have 
been.  They stroked and caressed their 
partner's twat; cooing and murmuring 
endearments as they tasted each other.  
Carrie started finger fucking Dot, sliding 
one, then two, and finally three fingers 
into the strawberry pie.   Dot's hips 
churned and pushed against Carrie's hand.

Dot's mouth was just as busy.  Having licked 
and sucked her way across Carrie's pussy, I 
watched, eyes riveted to the monitor, as 
Dot's tongue traveled up towards Carrie's 
puckered asshole.  First she only flicked 
her tongue across the tight rosebud, teasing 
the blonde with quick wet kisses.  I thought 
that she would soon return to Carrie's 
dripping snatch but I was wrong.  Dot's 
tongue circled around Carrie's puckered 
rosette, outlining it in shining saliva.  
Finally she poked her tongue into Carrie's 
anus.  

Carrie rewarded her with a moan.  Arching 
her back, she allowed Dot to continue 
rimming her.  Dot licked some more, making 
sure that Carrie's back door was ready 
before inserting her fingers into the 
blonde's anus.  With her fingers knuckle 
deep in Carrie's ass, Dot returned to eating 
the blonde's shaven twat.

I didn't know how much longer they could 
last.  I was ready to blow my wad all over 
the control panel and I was just watching.  
Carrie was the first to climax, squeezing 
her legs together to intensify the 
sensations that washed through her body.  
Dot's mouth, still trapped between Carrie's 
thighs, continued its work but it wasn't too 
much longer before Dot's body threw itself 
upward, her back arched in a spasm of 
pleasure.

I looked over at Ava.  She was fingering 
herself, cumming along with the two girls on 
the monitor.  The show ended with a tonsil 
cleaning kiss, Ava punched another set of 
buttons and ejected a video tape.  I asked 
her how she knew about this place and she 
explained how all of the conference and 
interview rooms had recorders that could be 
used to record interviews and meetings.  
Tapping the cassette against her palm, she 
told me that the tape would definitely 
convince Dot to suspend any investigation 
she might be working on.

Leaning back in the little office chair, I 
thought that the tape was all.  We'd send an 
anonymous note to Dot Forman with a threat 
of exposure and that would be it.  But Ava 
had other ideas. Putting the tape in a blank 
box, she laid out her idea.  As I listened 
to her plan I knew that I was in over my 
head.

Thursday
(MFF, bond, nc, cheat)

I was early for work this morning.  Another 
sleepless night.  Too much caffeine.  My 
stomach had an acid, sour feeling.  Hyped up 
in anticipation of my showdown with Dot 
Forman.

Ava's plan was to get Dot to a secluded 
place.  Ava would do the talking. I would be 
there in dark glasses trying to play the 
strong, sinister type.  We would show her 
the tape we'd made of her and Carrie.  Then 
we'd threaten to expose her as a sexual 
harassing lesbian who used her position to 
force young women to have sex with her.  I 
thought that the plan was rather extreme but 
Ava assured me that it had to be a little 
theatrical in order to scare Dot.  Ava told 
me that she had entered a meeting with some 
new clients into the corporate calendar as 
an excuse for me to leave work for the day.

Ava called my office at 9:30, giving me just 
enough time to establish my alibi with the 
secretarial pool.  I left for the parking 
garage and went to my car according to the 
plan.  Ava was hiding under some blankets 
behind the front seat of my car.  She didn't 
want to be seen leaving with me, she had 
said.  She stayed back there until we were 
on the interstate, heading into the suburbs.  
Once she crawled up into the passenger's 
seat, I asked her where we were going to 
meet Dot.  Ava smiled and said that she was 
taking me to the company's apartment; a 
small, furnished place that the company kept 
for visiting VIPs.

As I drove up to the place, a smart looking 
townhouse that sat above a garage, Ava 
produced the garage door opener and let us 
in.  She used it again to close the garage 
door before she let me out of the car.  She 
had started putting on her costume.

Seeing me sitting there, she said, "Put on 
your glasses and hat."  I thought that we 
were taking this cloak and dagger bit a 
little too far.  Annoyed, I asked her when 
Dot would arrive.  

With one of her trademark smiles Ava 
replied, "Dot's already here with us."  

She laughed at my puzzled look and told me 
to open the trunk.  When I did I saw Dot 
Forman there, dressed for work, bound with 
white cord and gagged with a piece of shiny 
duct tape.

"Holy shit!  You've kidnapped her!  We were 
just supposed to scare her, not this!"  I 
was near hysterics.

"Calm down and help me get her out of the 
trunk.  We've got work to do.  And don't 
think about backing out."  She looked me 
right in the eye.  "You're the one that is 
the reason we had to do this."  That brought 
me up short.  Between the guilt and 
confusion, I surrendered.

From then on I followed Ava's orders.  I got 
Dot out of the trunk, slung her over my 
shoulder as carefully as I could, and 
carried her up the stairs into the 
apartment.  Ava steered me into the small 
dining area.  A pull-up bar with extra eye-
bolts was set high across the doorway that 
connected the dining area with the living 
room.  

Ava instructed me to secure Dot's wrists to 
the bar and shackle her feet to the bolts 
that were in the doorframe at ankle level.  
Dot started to struggle when she heard this 
but there wasn't much she could do since her 
hands were tied behind her back.  I put some 
bulky leather manacles on her wrists and 
ankles, holding Dot securely while Ava 
locked them to the bar and the eye-bolts.

Dot thrashed around as much as she could, 
her sounds of protests came through the tape 
across her mouth as squeals and moans.  Ava, 
still in her dark glasses, stood in front of 
Dot and inspected her.  Reaching into a 
knapsack that lay against the wall she 
pulled out a pair of surgical scissors, like 
the ones in a first aid kit.  Handing them 
to me, she retrieved a second, identical 
pair.

"Cut the bitch's clothes off."  Her voice 
sounded cold.  Not at all like either the 
professional secretary or the cock hungry 
slut that I'd seen her be.

Ava started on Dot's suit jacket.  The 
scissors' keen edges parted the suit's seams 
easily.  Watching her throw the pieces of 
tan material into the corner, I started 
disassembling Dot's skirt.  I tossed the now 
useless material into the corner along with 
what was left of Dot's jacket and blouse.  I 
reached for her garter belt and Ava stopped 
me.

"No.  Cut off her bra and panties but leave 
the garter."  

She stepped back to admire her handiwork.  I 
snipped through the bra straps, adding them 
to the pile in the corner.  Rather than use 
the scissors, I put my hand into the 
waistband of her panties. I gave them a 
clean jerk, ripping the white cotton away 
cleanly.  

I had to walk around the kitchen divider to 
join Ava, but the sight was spectacular.  I 
had some idea of what Dot looked like in the 
buff, but the video monitor hadn't prepared 
me for the real thing.  She was fair to the 
point that I could see her blood vessels 
through her pale skin.  She was also trim, 
her breasts standing proudly on her chest.

"Look at her," Ava sounded nasty again, "the 
slut is getting wet."  She was right, I 
could see Dot's pussy start to get damp.

In my best tough guy voice I decided to 
start the show.  "Let's get started."  I 
could feel my cock twitch.  I wondered if 
Ava's plan would let me sample some of Dot's 
'strawberry pie.' 

Ava started talking, telling Dot about the 
video of her and Carrie in the interview 
room.  She sounded like a bitch goddess, 
calling Ava a whore and a slut.  Ava keeps 
telling Dot that the only option that she 
has is to cooperate with us, but Dot keeps 
shaking her head.

"Fine, you want to play games."  Ava grabbed 
Dot's crotch, covering her mound with her 
petite hand.  "We'll show you what we have.  
It'll make you wetter than you are already."

At her signal, I turned on the VCR.  Dot 
tried to turn her face away, but Ava held 
her head still.  Stepping through the 
doorway, Ava stood behind Dot.  Whenever the 
redhead tried to look away, Ava would strike 
her ass with a loud smack.  I sat in the 
living room, watching as Dot become more and 
more aroused.  I had never watched a woman 
get turned on like this and the sight of her 
cunt, engorged by lust, swelling and 
lubricating mesmerized me.

When the movie showed Carrie and Dot on the 
couch, Ava increased her punishment, 
pinching and slapping the redhead's nude 
body.  At the end of the video Ava demanded 
that Dot sign a "confession", an admission 
that she used her position to exploit other 
women.  Dot refused with a sharp shake of 
her head.

Stepping back from our captive, Ava sharply 
gestured to me.  "Use the whore." 

Dumping the contents of the knapsack onto 
the dining room table, Ava sorted through a 
variety of dildos and vibrators.  I moved 
from my seat toward our captive.  I had 
stopped thinking about her as Dot, a woman.  
Now she was a piece of meat, a cunt that I 
was going to fuck while Ava watched me.  

Standing a few inches in front of her I 
cupped her left breast, gently feeling its 
firm shape and soft skin.  I leaned forward 
and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking 
it slightly and teasing it with my tongue.  
Dot responded by closing her eyes and 
moaning softly.  Once I had gotten her 
nipple erect, I switched back to caressing 
it, lightly taking the nipple between my 
thumb and forefinger.  Without warning, I 
squeezed as hard as I could, pinching the 
nipple in a vise like trap.

Dot's body stiffened, her limbs pulling 
sharply against their bonds.  I kept my face 
blank as she looked into the dark sunglasses 
with tears welling up in her eyes.  I eased 
my grip on her tit without releasing it, but 
she stiffened again as I traced my left hand 
across her stomach to her snatch.  Gently 
winding her auburn pubic curls around my 
fingertips, I massaged her clit before 
dipping my fingers into her wet slit.  Ava 
was right.  Dot was wet already.  

Selecting a long dildo and a slender 'anal 
penetrator', Ava told me to get Dot ready.  
Running my hand along her pussy, I spread 
her juices around her ass with my fingers to 
lube her for the vibrator.  Inserting it, I 
secured it with a piece of duct tape while 
Ava set up a camera to record Dot's torture.  

The vibrator hummed in her ass, sending its 
ticklish sensations throughout Dot's body.  
I gave her a moment to get used to the 
feeling before I knelt in front of her cunt.  
Pressing my face into her red snatch, I had 
to agree with Carrie.  Dot was definitely 
sweet and hot.  I allowed myself only a few 
seconds of muff diving before getting back 
to the bondage scene.  

Making sure that the vibrator was in as far 
as it would go, I bent my legs slightly, 
held her hips so that she couldn't move, and 
pressed my cock into Dot's wet pussy.  She 
was so wet my cock slid all the way in on 
the first stroke.  I plowed her depths as 
she moaned and thrashed, hanging from her 
restraints like a marionette from its 
strings.

Reaching around her I fingered her erect 
clit, making quick circles on her clitoral 
mound and sliding my fingers across her 
slit.  That did the trick.  Within seconds I 
felt her cunt flutter, milking my cock with 
her vaginal muscles.  I threw my head back 
and came with a roar, shooting my jism deep 
inside her.  

Ava, who had been filming all of this, told 
me to bring Dot into the living room.  I 
pulled my still turgid cock from her pussy, 
my thighs covered in our juices.  While Ava 
undressed in the living room, I took Dot's 
wrist manacles off the bar, shackling them 
behind her back.  I released her ankles as 
well, leaving them unattached so that she 
could walk.  Around her neck I fastened a 
large leather dog collar.  Clipping a chain 
leash to it, I led Dot into the living room 
and handed Ava the leash.

Ava spread her legs, resting each calf on an 
arm of the chair she was sitting in.  She 
wound the leash around her fist, reeling Dot 
in closer to her.  Finally Dot's face rested 
against Ava's sheer stockings.  Dot 
whimpered, like a dog that had been 
punished, and kissed Ava's tan thigh.  
Straining against her leash, Dot tried to 
kiss Ava's spread cunt but couldn't quite 
reach it.

"Eat me whore."  Ava hooked her fingers into 
Dot's collar, and held the redhead firmly 
against her pussy.  I picked up the camera 
and took some shots of Dot frantically 
lapping Ava's shaven pussy.  Ava, her eyes 
closed in ecstasy, held tightly to the 
collar and moaned.  Before she could come, 
however, she wrenched Dot's mouth away from 
her wet snatch and kissed her.  I watched 
their tongues duel, as Ava tasted herself on 
Dot's tongue and lips.

"Sign the paper and we'll be friends." Ava 
rubbed her cheek against Dot's whispering 
sotto voce in her ear.

"Noooooooo."  Dot groaned.  She twisted as 
if to escape Ava's grip on the dog collar.  
Ava looked up at me.  I put the camera down, 
ready for her command.

"She needs some more convincing."  I nodded.  
Dot, scared of what I might do, pulled 
against the collar, trying to look over her 
shoulder to watch me.

Without saying another word, I knelt behind 
the now struggling redhead, between her 
legs.  Pushing her face back towards Ava's 
pussy with my left hand, I cocked my right 
behind my ear.  <<SMACK>>  My open hand 
landed on Dot's pale ass cheek.  My red 
handprint remained as I drew back for 
another.  <<SMACK>>

Dot struggled harder, forcing Ava to get on 
the floor to control her.  She pressed Dot's 
head to the floor, holding her still while I 
spanked her with slow, measured blows.  Dot 
tried to close her legs or move out of the 
way, but I held her shackled wrists and kept 
her from crawling away.  I had landed six or 
seven solid whacks on her right cheek before 
I switched to her left.  By the time I had 
reached 10, tears were flowing down her face 
and her ass was as read as a cherry.  My 
hand stung by this time, so I stopped to 
flex my hand and look around for something 
else to flog Dot with.  Grabbing my wrist, 
Ava stopped me for going after my belt.

"Fuck her in the ass."  

I looked down at the red abused ass but I 
was so intoxicated with the feeling of 
domination that I just nodded.  Feeling 
between her legs, once again I used her 
pussy juices to lubricate her.  Ava held 
Dot's torso while I rubbed the large, plum 
shaped head of my cock against her puckered 
asshole.  I massaged her anus with my 
fingers, slowly working my middle finger 
past her tight sphincter.  Once it was all 
the way inside her I pulled it out bit by 
bit and added another digit, gradually 
stretching her to allow my cock inside.

After I'd put three fingers inside her, I 
heard Dot moan and rock back against my 
hand.  I knew that she was ready for my 
cock.  I smeared some more pussy juice on my 
cock and pressed my cock head against her 
rosette.  I pressed slightly and felt her 
stiffen.  Despite the preparation, I knew 
that my cock was a lot bigger than my 
fingers, so I held still and let her relax.  
After a few more breaths, I pressed again 
and slid my cock inside her tight ass.  Inch 
by inch I worked my long thick cock inside 
her back passage, holding her still and 
rocking my cock in and out despite her 
muffled protests.  

When I finally had the entire length of my 
cock inside her, I paused to let her feel 
the fullness of it.  Then I started to pull 
out until only my cock head remained inside 
before reversing course.  I started slow, 
letting her get used to the feeling, but as 
my orgasm grew nearer I picked up the pace 
until I was fucking her ass with long hard 
deep strokes.  I roared as I blew my load, 
holding her hips so that my cock was planted 
as deep inside her as I could be.  Dot 
thrashed and convulsed, impaled by my dick.  
She screamed as she came, her auburn hair 
flying as she collapsed against me.

I took a whore's bath with a washcloth as 
Ava chained Dot to a dog bed that she'd set 
in the corner of the bedroom.  I watched Dot 
curl up on the large cushion, my cum leaking 
from both her pussy and ass.  Her ass was 
still bright red from the spanking I'd given 
her.

"What about the paper?" I asked.  I hadn't 
paid much attention to what Ava was doing 
after I'd finished fucking Dot in the ass, 
but I didn't see any sign of the paper we'd 
been asking Dot to sign.

"Don't worry about it.  With the pictures we 
got today and the tape, she won't be telling 
anyone about anything we're doing."

Ava and I dressed quickly; leaving the town 
house after Ava dropped the manacle keys 
within arm's reach of the sleeping Dot.  We 
drove away from the apartment in silence.  I 
dropped Ava off near a mall, so that she 
could catch a bus home, and drove myself 
home.

As I returned to my own, empty house, I was 
surprised that I didn't feel elated or hyped 
after that incredible sexual experience.  I 
was dazed. Numb.  I took a shower, poured 
myself a drink, and slumped into a chair.  
Sitting in the living room I discovered that 
I wasn't at all proud of what we'd done, 
regardless of why we did it.

Taking a healthy pull on my whiskey, I told 
myself that I needed to find a way to stop 
having sex with my secretaries, keep my job, 
and think of a good story to tell my wife 
when she returned on Sunday.


Friday
(MMF, FF, wife, cheat, office)

I was amazed out how this week had turned 
out.  Only one more day and I could hide at 
home and try to recover my once sane, 
boring, and suburban life.  But it wasn't 
going to be easy. The morning was a series 
of sexual frustrations.  Brenda kept walking 
in and out of my office with suggestive 
looks and "casual" brushes up against me.  

Around 10 o'clock, I got a call from Ava. 
Mr. Bland wanted to see me immediately.  I 
arrived for the meeting and got ushered in 
by the very professional looking Ava.  No 
sign of the slut that fucked me in the file 
room, shared Brenda with me, or even played 
the dominatrix with Dot.  Mr. Bland welcomed 
me and invited me to sit in one of his 
overstuffed leather chairs.  I was polite, 
waiting for the small talk to end and the 
work to start.

I expected the conversation to turn to the 
quarterly review presentation that I'd been 
working on all week.  Instead, Mr. Bland 
("call me Hank") made a rather risqué 
comment about Ava's ass as she walked into 
the office.  Rather than stop there, he 
reached over to her and hugged her hip as 
she stepped behind his desk.  Every sense of 
self-preservation I had sent signal rockets 
to my brain.  Danger!!

I squirmed in my chair, holding my breath to 
see where this line of conversation was 
going.  I really got uncomfortable when Hank 
asked me if I'd ever had one of Ava's 
"special knobjobs."  

Inside I thought to myself, are there 
regular ones?  Outside I tried to be calm 
and maintain my professional demeanor.  
Before I could think of a neutral answer, 
Ava proudly told him that she'd already 
given me several blow jobs and that I had a 
nice long cock.  

My jaw hit the floor.  My life flashed 
proverbially before my eyes. I thought I was 
through. 

Then the miracle occurred.  

Instead of firing me on the spot, Hank 
patted Ava;s hip and said, "Well darling, 
ya' think I could talk you into a knobjob 
now?"

"I was wondering when you were going to 
ask."

Smiling, Ava unbuttoned her dress and 
carefully folded it across a chair.  She was 
wearing nothing but a push-up bra and a 
garter and stocking set.  She walked around 
the desk, posing for me in front of the 
desk.  She bent over the corner of Hank's 
desk and took his cock into her mouth.  
Figuring that I had nothing to lose, I knelt 
between her spread legs and tasted her sweet 
pussy.  The grin on Hank Bland's face looked 
like it might actually split his face in two 
as he fed his cock into Ava's throat.

I took off my jacket and fished my cock out 
of my trousers, ready to get into the 
action.  I stroked my cock hard and steadied 
her hips for my entry.  Taking my cock in my 
hand I decided to tease her a bit, tracing 
my cock around her hole without trying to 
enter her.  I rubbed my cock head against 
her sensitive clit.  Ava moaned and wiggled 
her hips, silently asking me to put my cock 
inside her.

I decided to oblige her and placed the head 
of my cock against the mouth of her love 
tunnel.  Pushing my hips forward I parted 
her cunt with my cock head and then stopped.  
I entered her slowly, feeding my cock into 
her hungry cunt inch by inch.  Ava removed 
Hank's cock from her mouth and sucked his 
balls.  Rocking forward as I pushed my cock 
into her, I wanted to let Hank take the 
lead.

He did just that asking me to switch places 
moments later.  Ava took him by the hand and 
moved from the desk over to the area rug in 
the middle of the room.  The pair of them 
positioned themselves with Ava on top, 
riding Hank.  Ava mounted him quickly, 
setting a much faster pace than I had.  The 
wet slap of their thighs came fast and hard.  

Ava tried to suck my cock but the motion 
made it hard for her to keep my cock in her 
mouth.  I looked for some place to put my 
hard cock and, once again, Hank showed me 
the way to go.  He grabbed Ava's ass cheeks, 
using them to push his cock deep inside her.  
His grasp spread them wide and displayed her 
tight brown rosette.

Grinning evilly, I used my middle finger to 
massage her anus.  Picking up lubrication 
from her cunt, I inserted my finger.  My 
cock twitched as my finger rubbed against 
Hank's cock through the thin wall of Ava's 
skin.  I rotated my finger while I slowly 
stroked it in and out of her ass.  Satisfied 
that she was ready, I inserted a second 
finger and continued finger fucking her back 
passage.

Ava looked over her shoulder and begged me 
to fuck her.  "Put it in me.   Put you cock 
in my ass."  

"How can I refuse you?"  My joke was lost on 
Hank who had stopped bouncing under Ava.  He 
held her hips tightly to steady her ass and 
I placed my cock against her asshole.  Ava 
exhaled slowly as I pressed my cock into her 
ass.  After my cock head had entered her I 
stopped and let Ava adjust to the throbbing 
piece of meat that I was inserting.

Hank shifted and I groaned as my cock felt 
his inside Ava's tunnel.  I pressed forward 
again, sliding my cock past her tight 
sphincter.  Ava grimaced, the size of two 
cocks stretching her painfully.

She dropped her head against Hanks shoulder.  
Through the curtain of her hair, I heard her 
murmur.  "More.  Give me more."

Taking her hips in my hands, I picked up the 
pace.  My cock slid all the way in, resting 
against Hank's.  At first we tried 
alternating thrusts, see sawing our cocks 
into Ava, but the physics of our bodies made 
it difficult to get the depth we wanted.  
Instead, we switched to pulling Ava onto 
both cocks at the same time.  We took the 
first few strokes slowly, trying to keep 
from hurting Ava, but picked up the pace as 
the friction inside her body led us closer 
and closer to cumming.

Ava moaned uncontrollably, hoarse 
animalistic sounds as our cocks stretched 
her insides.  At first, I had been 
uncomfortable when my balls touched Hank's 
cock but the feeling of my impending orgasm 
soon drove any other thoughts from my mind.  
Seconds later my balls tightened and my cum 
spurted into Ava's ass.

Hank's body stiffened as he too dumped his 
load inside Ava.  I slowed my strokes but 
kept my cock moving, trying to help Ava gain 
her release.  Finally she gave a strangled 
cry.  I felt her body shudder strongly 
before she collapsed completely on top of 
Hank.  

I gently pulled my still turgid cock out of 
her ass and helped Hank roll her on to her 
side on the rug.  She lay still, her ribcage 
heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Retrieving some warm wash cloths from Hank's 
bathroom I passed them out for the others to 
refresh themselves.  We knelt on the rug, 
wiping the cum and sweat off our bodies.  
His knees spread wide as he wiped spooge 
from his deflating cock, Hank wished Ava 
well in her new job, remarking at how hard 
she would be to replace.

That was when Ava, still nude and with a 
thin trickle of my cum leaking down her 
thighs, told me the best news of all.  Hank 
had decided to give me the promotion that 
I'd been hoping for.  I walked back to my 
office in a daze.  This week had been such a 
roller coaster I would need to take some 
vacation just to recover.
Saturday

My weekend had finally arrived.  I had 
escaped from the office exhausted but, with 
my promotion secure and my boss happy, I 
devoted myself to getting the house ready 
for my wife and kids to return.  Veronica, 
my wife, was due home the next day with the 
kids.  With all my extracurricular activity 
this last week I hadn't done much 
housekeeping.  

I had started early so I'd cleaned most of 
the house and was about to start running 
errands around town when the phone rang.  It 
was Ava calling from the company apartment.  
She was on her way out of town and needed 
some help packing.  Figuring I'd be a nice 
guy and, perhaps get a farewell spin around 
the sheets, I dropped what I was doing and 
headed over to the apartment.

I walked in the garage door, like Ava told 
me, and got the surprise of my life.  There, 
laying on the living room couch, was 
Veronica getting her pussy eaten by Ava!.  
Veronica watched my approach, her eyes half 
closed as she sank into ecstasy brought on 
my Ava's eager mouth.  I stood, mouth wide 
open and eyes wide, as Ava raised her head 
from my wife's pussy. 

Ava spoke briefly.  "Stop staring and get 
naked."  I noticed that her hand continued 
to massage Veronica's clit.

I couldn't help myself, I had known that my 
wife was curious about experiencing another 
woman, but the sight of her lying naked in 
bed stunned me.  Her breath whistled through 
her clenched teeth as Ava's stimulation 
threatened to overwhelm her senses.  She 
lifted her legs, spreading them wider to 
give me a better view of Ava's fingers as 
they played across her labia and clit.

I stripped off my clothes in a daze.  My 
cock didn't have the same problems my brain 
had, however, springing to life from my 
trousers and bouncing along with my pulse.  

Ava's tanned body made an erotic contrast to 
Veronica's fair skin.  Ava knelt between 
Veronica's legs, carefully licking and 
fingering my wife.  I crept up on the couch, 
maneuvering myself to suckle at Veronica's 
small, pink nipples.  Taking an erect nub in 
my mouth, I rolled it around with tongue, 
adding to Veronica's excitement.  Shifting 
my head, I watched Ava as she spread 
Veronica's labia and used her tongue to 
tease her clit.  Ava didn't need Veronica's 
hand on the back of her head to remind how 
my wife was enjoying the pussy licking.

When Ava finally came up for air, she asked 
Veronica to return the favor.  Rather than 
waste words answering, Veronica helped Ava 
climb onto the back of the couch to gain 
access to the blonde's shaven pussy.  I saw 
my chance and moved myself down to the floor 
to replace Ava in between Veronica's legs.

I inhaled deeply, smelling my wife's 
excitement, before bending forward to taste 
her rich nectar.  I kept my tongue broad, 
plowing Veronica's twat like a furrow from 
her hole to her clit.  Seeing how she was 
already dripping from Ava's attentive 
tongue, I picked up Veronica's legs and 
spread her thighs to get better access to 
her love nest.

Feeling me shift her around, Veronica lifted 
her mouth from Ava's cunt.  "I want your 
cock inside me," she panted.  

Ava moved once again, this time into a 69, 
holding Veronica's legs as I positioned 
myself to fuck her.  She was so wet that 
there was no need for preliminaries.  I 
lunged forward and impaled her on my long 
cock.  I was enflamed with lust.  The force 
of my thrusts kept knocking Veronica off 
Ava's pussy, so she was forced to hold on to 
Ava's hips to keep from being pushed along 
the couch.  

While I pounded Veronica's pussy, Ava made 
herself busy by frigging her clit.  The 
combination of penetration and clitoral 
stimulation had Veronica screaming as she 
came, spurting clear, sweet liquor over my 
cock and Ava's hand.  The feeling of her 
spasming cunt pushed me to the edge of my 
own climax.  I redoubled my efforts to blow 
my load, slamming my hips against 
Veronica's.  Ava stared at my cock, 
mesmerized as it appeared and disappeared 
into my wife's cunt.

Just as I was ready to shoot my wad, Ava 
gazed up at me with a hungry, pleading look.  
"Cum in my face.  Please.  I want to taste 
your cum."

I drew my cock out of Veronica just in time 
to spurt my thick white cream over Ava's 
outstretched tongue, face, and tits in a 
classic porn movie "money shot."  Ava 
quickly lapped up my seed, swallowing my 
cock to clean off any that might be 
remaining.  She sat back on the couch and 
allowed Veronica to climb out from 
underneath the blonde.  Reaching up Veronica 
pulled Ava's face down to hers.  They sank 
back into a long deep kiss, their tongues 
fencing as they exchanged the taste of my 
cum.

On the way home, Veronica told me that Ava 
had been in contact with her all week.  She 
explained that, as pat of Ava's farewell, he 
had been loaned out to help fulfill some of 
the other girls' fantasies.  I was amazed.  
Everything – the lunch hour orgy with 
Brenda, the bondage scene with Dot, and the 
double team with Hank –had been set up by 
Ava.

"How did you know that I would go along with 
it?" I asked innocently.

Veronica scoffed.  "That was the easy part," 
she replied with a cynical laugh, "The hard 
part was making sure that no one else caught 
on to what was going on."

We returned home exhausted from our farewell 
tumble with Ava. Veronica and I collapsed 
into each other's arms and slept like the 
dead.  The next morning Mildred, Veronica's 
mother, showed up with our 2 kids.  
Everything was hugs and smiles as the kids 
chattered on and on about their week with 
Grandma.

That night, after everyone else was asleep, 
Veronica and I lay in bed talking.  I had 
been waiting for her to say something about 
my extramarital activities.  Finally I 
decided to broach the subject myself.  I 
explained how bad I felt, how guilt gnawed 
away at my gut, and how badly I needed her 
reassurance that everything was all right.

"Well how do I answer this?"  In the dark, I 
couldn't tell if she was teasing me or not.

I felt, rather than saw, her move closer.  
My hands reflexively moved to caress her 
through her thin nightgown.  I pulled her 
close and waited for her to say she forgave 
me.  Hoping she would say that she forgave 
me.  My heart stopped.  I might have even 
held my breath as I waited for my wife to 
speak three simple words.  Four syllables.

Finally she took a careful breath.  "Yes, I 
forgive you."  

She confessed that she had volunteered my 
cock to Ava.  But she was disappointed that 
I'd been so eager to join in to Ava's sexual 
Olympics.  In part, she knew that I'd been 
stressed out and she had been busy with 
volunteer activities.  Another part was that 
she'd felt a strange sense of pride that the 
other women had been anxious to test drive 
my dick.

She had forgiven me.  But there were 
conditions, she said.  First, I was never to 
repeat my escapades – even with girls like 
Brenda and Dot that still worked at the 
company.  Unless I talked with her first.  
Second, I had to do penance.  I felt a 
twinge in my gut when I heard that.  I must 
have stiffened but Veronica just patted my 
arm and told me not to worry, the trial she 
had in mind was far less than I'd already 
gone through.

We made love that night in a familiar, 
unhurried way that long-time lovers have.  I 
fell asleep easily for the first time all 
week.



  
A Rough Week