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Dirty Witch

By Romany

(M/F, cheating husband)

My friend Sally was the one who named Jennifer 'Dirty Witch'. The
rest of the ladies in the office picked up the disparaging name
and so Jennifer was privately referred to as �DW�. The comment,
so Sally tells me, was made because Jennifer was basically a
slut. What I found later was that the ladies had all gone for a
girl�s drinking session one evening after work, and apparently
Jennifer left the bar with a guy Sally was hankering after. I
tended to believe the Dirty Witch tag was simply sour grapes. But
Sally was one of my best friends in the office so I humored her
when she made any comments about Jennifer. Jennifer was our
receptionist in the front reception area. She was about twenty
five, with long sometimes wayward black hair, standing about five
six with a very nice set of boobs. She was not overly pretty to
look at; but more attractive in that her overall package made it
a need to turn your head to check her out whenever she entered
the room. I wouldn't be too proud to giver her one, as the saying
goes.

Over the first few months of her time with us, she was seldom
seen in the main office proper, being as her duties kept her restricted
to the front desk. But given we were hardly a retail location,
concentrating on only two major commercial customers, there were long
periods where she had little to do. Occasionally I would go out
to the front to check the small packaging room behind her station
for deliveries, and she would get up and come around to chat.
Being married, I had no problem with her as I believed she saw
the married staff as off limits; as the rest of the single ladies
did. So over this initial period she was with us I became quite
friendly to the stage where she would tell how her weekends went
and banal uninteresting chit chat about her life in general. Late
one afternoon, I went out to check if a courier had delivered a
package I was expecting, and finding it wasn't there yet, stayed
a few minutes chatting. From where I stood adjacent to her, I
could see right down her top and realized she wasn't wearing a
bra, because she had on a camisole or teddy with soft cups for
her breasts. As I stood looking down as we spoke, occasionally
she answered a call and leaning forward to work the telephone
console, gave me a full view of her nipples as her dress billowed
at the top due to her movement. And a couple of times she
swiveled in her chair to take a stapler or pencil from the drawer
of her desk and she splayed her legs across the corner of the
seat of her chair and her dress rode up showing expanses of her
thighs. It occurred to me the second time she did this that the
office implement she had removed from the drawer was left on the
desk unused for a minute or two, and then deliberately replaced.
I suddenly realized she was using this as a pretext to flash her
legs at me. I must admit there was a certain vicarious thrill at
the allure of what was beyond the dress, aided and abetted by the
titillation of seeing her nipples occasionally. I wished her a
good evening, being as she finished at four thirty, and it was
already four fifteen, and returned to the office thinking about
her apparent innocent display but reassuring myself it wasn't as
innocent as she made out.

A few days later she appeared at my office door asking if there
was any filing work I could do for her. I looked a little puzzled
and she told me that Christine, the office manager, had told her
she needed more to do so to go and canvass the department heads
for some work. These days with PC based commerce you tend to do
most administrative things electronically so there is little I
could pass onto her but I said I'd think about, it and talk to
her the next day, as I was going out. Of course I promptly forgot
about it until the next day, I got a call asking me if I had
found anything. As it turned out I did have a rather messy
portable file box of contract information I thought she could
index and place in a proper three-hole binder. She asked if I
would take it out to her. A little later after her call, I
wandered through the office and out to her station with the file
box. I was somewhat bowled over to see her dress for the day. She
wore a white blouse unbuttoned almost to her midriff and a short
black skirt. She was wearing a teddy and this was ornamental
enough around the bodice so as it was meant to be shown inside
the vee of a blouse or dress opening. The skirt was well back up
her thighs as she sat and I had to admit it was down right sexy.
Perhaps a bit over the top for her position as the first person
visitors saw in the reception foyer. As I discussed the work with
her, she once again was quite mobile on her chair and I saw
plenty of her breasts, occasional flashes of dark nipples and I
had to resist the subliminal urge to want to reach up under her
skirt, stretched centimeters from her crotch. It was quite a show
she put on.


After I finished my instructions regarding the files, there was
obviously no need to linger and I was trying to think how to
remain with a reason to do so when she asked me if I knew
anything about hooking up a DVD player to her TV. I had done this
a few times when I had upgraded my home stereo and entertainment
system so I said I was more than handy at this sort of stuff.
With a degree of self put-down she said how dumb she was with
things technical and did I think I could help her set up her new
purchase. I said I could and quick as a flash she had me agreeing
to visit her Saturday morning after I dropped my wife at her
work. My wife Carol worked every Saturday in, an exclusive ladies
wear boutique, in which she shared management duties. As our
oldest son Scottie worked from noon each Saturday, he used our
second car so I always took Carol to work as she couldn�t take
the car for the day. It occurred to me driving home that night
that Jennifer knew my weekend routine given the times we had
swapped stories about weekends and leisure time during our past
social chats. It struck me like a thunderbolt to realize she had
set me up for this visit to help her set up her TV and DVD. I sat
in traffic with a broad grin. I was flattered. She wanted to get
me into her apartment. The DVD player was an innocent reason, but
I was egotistical enough to believe this was an ulterior motive.
The titillation with her clothing and show of bare leg was the
lure to get me mellow enough to consider her 'useless me' plea
for help. It had worked. Over the next couple of days, I stayed
away from reception but late Friday afternoon she came by my
office and cheerily said 'see you tomorrow, what time should I
expect you?' I confirmed about nine thirty as she was about half
an hour beyond the mall where my wife was to be dropped off. That
night I thought about the rendezvous at Jennifer's place, and
several times I nearly told my wife what I was intending to do
after dropping her off next day. Carol had never met Jennifer so
I was in two minds as to whether to allow Carol to wonder what
she was like, and perhaps become too interested in why I was the
Good Samaritan of choice. But I said nothing.  Resolved to see
what Jennifer had in mind. I may have been dreaming to think it
was more than innocent. The next morning, during the drive to
Carol�s work, Carol remarked I was quiet. I had been quietly
mulling over what was going to happen at Jennifer's. I joked it
off and after I dropped her off with a quick kiss on the cheek, I
headed back onto the freeway to drive to Jennifer's condominium
complex. I realized I was both excited and scared as to what I
was going to find. I was pleasantly surprised but my being scared
was totally warranted.

Jennifer greeted me at the door wearing what seemed to be harem
pants and a plain sleeveless top that matched the light oyster
color of the pants. The material was flimsy to say the least. At
first I wondered  if they were pajamas but realized the outfit
was some sort of alluring relaxing outfit; being loose enough to
afford total feeling of freedom with wearing clothes. Hardly a
common type of attire. But her breasts were clearly visible
beneath the flimsy top and as she walked, the lose pants clung to
her butt or pushed lightly between her legs as with the normal
pressure of air as she moved about. In the first minute or two
after greeting me and welcoming me in, all gushing and professing
undying gratitude for my visit, I had enough of a picture of her
body that she may as well be naked. I saw the slight crinkle her
pubic bush made against the front of the flimsy pants and the
pronounced vee of her pubis and vulva as she walked from point to
point in the room to gather up DVD manual, remote and a plastic
bag with cables. I wondered why she hadn't just put them all
together and then I realized she was parading herself knowing
full well what I was able to discern of her body. There was no
pantie line across her butt as she walked away and I guessed she
wasn�t wearing any. The outline of her sex was full and obvious
as she walked back towards me. Her nipples were clearly erect and
obvious pushing up from her breast. I swear the material was
sheer enough I could just make out the darker form of her aureole
against the lighter colored breasts. I was bound by the reason I
was there to go through the actual setup of the DVD player. She
had physically sat it on top of her TV and I suggested she place
it on top of her power amplifier she had sitting under the TV, in
the entertainment cabinet. I was dressed in tee shirt and jeans,
and at forty two years of age, I was conceited enough to believe
I had good muscle tone, no pot gut and my slightly graying full
head of hair gave me a distinguished look. I knew she was not the
first women fifteen years my junior, who thought me attractive.
Conceit it might be but I occasionally recognized when a younger
woman admired me and this made me feel great about myself.

To relocate the DVD player I spent some time lying on my side
reaching around and under the other component equipment in her
entertainment center. From the floor I noted the apartment was
basic but all of her furnishings were good quality. She had told
me she paid cash for any purchases and always saved to buy the
best value for money. The living room endorsed that and I have
some degree of admiration she eschewed credit cards. I thought of
Sally and her 'Dirty Witch' tag, the first instance Jennifer
approached to peer at what I was doing and as I turned to explain
my actions, I was met with a full frontal relief view of her
cunt. It was so obvious, the way she was standing. She stood in
this posture for a few moments, letting me drink in the illusion
of her nakedness underneath, and then crouched and leaned
forward. The breasts hung down and I saw nearly all the full
roundness of her globes hanging inside the gossamer thin top. I
knew full well this was her putting herself on a plate for me to
view and perhaps choose to touch and taste. My heart was beating
quickly as my mind raced with the awful dilemma as to whether I
had the guts and the cowardice, in one emotion, to cheat on my
wife of twenty years. I worked on diligently; with the tussle
between good and evil raging in my conscience. I was answering
her questions but I can't recall what she asked or what I said. I
was so confused that I clearly gave her an answer or two that had
nothing to do with the latest query; so much was my brain addled
by the temptation I knew was before me. I finally finished the
cabling and after tidying it out of sight, I rose to my feet and
searched the table top for the remote and retrieved both the DVD
and TV remotes. I switched the two units on and went through the
setup for the DVD input on the TV using the inbuilt welcome
screen of the DVD player as a source. Jennifer stood almost
touching me with her hip as she stood, arms lightly folded and
gushed how clever I had been.

Eventually it came time to test the player and i asked if she had
a DVD to play. To my surprise she had been holding a plain DVD
under her arm in the act of folding her arms and this came out
almost in anticipation of my next question. I looked at it
quizzically, and as if reading my mind she told me it was a movie
a friend had bootlegged off the internet, and she had been
recommended to watch it as a good story. I nodded my
understanding and opened the DVD tray and put the DVD in and
closed the tray. The machine read the disc and to my total
amazement, the picture jumped into life without any start menu
and as I took in what was playing, the sight of a blond woman in
a black bustier being anally dog fucked by one man as she sat on
a second and was being orally fucked by a third. I'm sure my
mouth dropped open and it was very dry and I immediately felt a
shock to my groin at the erotic porn scene that had jumped into
life. I was flabbergasted and stood rooted to the spot not being
able to look away from the hot action the woman was engaged in.
The woman was being roughly fucked in all her holes and off to
one side two naked men were masturbating. As I watched they
walked around behind the guy she was blowing and each came up
either side of her and she reached for their cocks and started
jacking them as well. I swallowed hard and it sounds like a huge
gulp. I was rapidly becoming erect and as this realization came
to me I looked down and saw my jeans swelling with my hardening
cock and then sheepishly I looked sideways at Jennifer. It was
then I realized she wasn't watching the scene on the TV but she
had been studying me. No doubt to gauge my response. I suspect if
I showed disgust and shock, she would have asked me to stop the
DVD and most likely apologize profusely and blame her friend. But
as I had stood mesmerized by the porn, she knew I was not in the
least bit offended.

As soon as we made eye contact, the same explosion took place in
our heads and before I knew it, I had her back on her couch and
my hand roughly fondling her warm pudgy sex between the thin
material of her pants. We were kissing like we were starving for
food and her hand was scrabbling at my belt and jeans top button.
The inside of her baggy pants had an open vent, the length of
each inner thigh to the knee, which was a deep fold-over to avoid
showing bare leg when the wearer moved. Now she was laying mostly
back on the couch, with her heels resting on the floor supporting
her butt off the couch, the vents� were twisted open. I spotted
this as I zeroed in to embrace her and I stopped feeling her from
outside the pants and pushed a hand in one of the vents and felt
her bare sex. I got my fingers easily between her sex lips and
she was very wet. I went mad at this erotic touch and started
pulling the pants off her waist. She stopped tugging at my jeans
and helped remove the pants and I saw her trimmed pubic bush and
her swollen labia and the pink inner lips that I swear were
glistening with her moisture. It took just seconds to get her top
off, and my tee shirt off as well, and before I knew it, I had
powered into her as she eased her butt more onto the couch and
half twisted along the length with her head against one of the
padded arms. We fucked fast and energetically with both of us
grunting and gasping in pure lust and before either of us could
really settle down to a long fuck, she started gasping and
humping hard back at my thrusts and began to cum loudly as her
fingers raked my naked back, and she threw back her head and
almost howled like a coyote as her orgasm engulfed her. This was
so carnal and erotic that I simply slammed her has hard as I
could, leverage against my stocking feet, and I came gloriously
and loudly into her sopping cunt.

I stayed until about two thirty. In the remaining four and a half
hours, we managed to fuck twice more and she blew me as a
farewell thank you as I was about to head out the door. I was
totally sated by then and drove home with a feeling of anger at
my infidelity after twenty faithful years of marriage to Carol;
and immensely smug and proud at having screwed her to the point
of asking for temporary relief during one coupling, and flattered
she saw me as a sexual catch, to go to the trouble to plan this
ruse to get me into her warm wet depths. After the first fuck we
adjourned to her bed and I went down on her and I had my first
'cream pie' as she put it. I'd eaten my wife out hundreds of
times I our marriage, but always before I came in her. Carol and
I were a before and after sexual match. Believing the giving of
each in turn was way better sex than trying to hump together to
get the magical Big 'O' in unison. Jennifer went ape-shit against
my mouth and tongue and it was all I could do to keep her in one
spot. As she finally crawled more into the center of her bed,
literally fucked out with the intensity of her orgasm, I rolled
her onto her stomach and coaxed her to her knees and shoved hard
and deep into her in one swift stroke. Having cum not twenty
minutes earlier, I savored a slow deep fuck. Bringing myself back
towards cumming and holding myself off by slowing down and
concentrating on fondling her hanging tits and stroking her back
and flanks. It was during this fuck she pleaded with me not to
torment her so. Gasping and trying to get the words out
coherently as I was now raggedly strumming her clitoris with one
hand reaching under her.

I got her a third time and she cried and gasped 'no more, God I
can't stand it, oh God this is so fucking dirty. Fuck me you
bastard, just fuck me.' And she would concentrate briefly on my
fingers and the deep rutting as I felt my cock hit her cervix on
deep pushes, which caused her to groan in some discomfort and she
would plead with me to finish it and; 'oh God I can't take much
more, fuck, of fuck, oh yes fuck me deep.' Carol barely said a
word during sex. She was very sexual and we had great sex but it
was more intimate than carnal. Exciting and enjoyable
nevertheless. So this vocalizing by Jennifer was new to me and it
was succeeding in urging me on where she really wanted me to cum
and lay off her awhile. I obliged. After her latest urging to
fuck her, the whole carnal mess simply overcame me and I started
wailing and gasping as I emptied myself deep into her warmth, a
second time. This time I did not have the strength to move about
and I simply went dead weight and she collapsed under me.

We stayed this way for nearly a full hour. Dozing yet aware of
where we were and what was going down. At about eleven thirty she
slowly climbed off the bed and disappeared. I rolled onto my back
and lay there and allowed myself to assimilate the room and the
furnishings. Like the living area it was simple with a queen
sized bed and associated mirrored dresser, two night stands and a
tall set of drawers. There was an inbuilt walk-in closet. She
returned after about fifteen minutes and I vaguely could hear the
toilet flushing. She walked to her closet and produced two
bathrobes. She put on a thin cotton bathrobe, and pointed at a
chunky terry towel robe she had placed on the end of the bed. I
staggered off the bed and put the robe on. Clearly she did not
believe it was time for me to go yet. She smiled at me and with a
short flick of her head as a 'come hither' I followed her out
into the living area.

"Coffee?" she asked simply.

"Yes please," I answered.

She primed a coffee maker and while she waited for the coffee to
filter through she looked at me with arms folded and a light
smile to her lips.

�Enjoyed yourself so far?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I answered with a chuckle.

"Ever been down this road before?" she said a little more
seriously.

I swallowed and I must have looked a little worried.

"Obviously not," she answered wryly.

She smiled at me once more. She was in the ascendancy over my
obvious guilty look.

"Don't worry Andrew," she said in a soothing voice. "You're not
my first married man. I know the rules. No strings and total
discretion. I'm not a home wrecker," she said staring at me.

I guess the decision of whether or not she was a home wrecker was
best taken by Carol if she ever found out. I was feeling guilty
by Jennifer acknowledging I had cheated on Carol; but heartened
by her claim she never pursued her married lovers beyond the
obvious initial sexual context.

"Thank you Jennifer," I said sincerely. "This is my first time at
being unfaithful and..." I tapered off.

"Mixed emotions," she stated. "Great sex, but serious
consequences to consider," she added.

I nodded. I felt a little flat and the seriousness of what I had
done was starting to cause me some anxiety. She turned to the
coffee machine as it gurgled the last of the water over the
grounds in the filter paper. She set about pouring two cups of
black coffee and indicated a tray with sugar and creamer.

"I've got fresh milk if you'd rather have milk instead of
creamer,� she offered.

"Milk would be good," I said almost absentmindedly.

She could tell I was now worrying about what had taken place.

"Come on. Let�s watch some more of that DVD," she said with
almost a leer in her voice.

So we did. We watched the whole erotic porno movie which went for
about an hour. She had got it from a friend but confessed she had
had it some time and viewed it on her laptop. The blond in the
move had three separate bouts of being gang-banged by a different
set of men each time. Jennifer curled up on the couch and I sat
straight-legged with my ankles crossed and we sipped our coffee.
Towards the end of the DVD, the heroine was getting a
particularly serious double teaming by a guy she sat on with her
back to him, with his enormous cock buried in her ass, and a well
hung lighter skinned black man mounted her from the front and she
got well fucked with both men pulling out in succession and
cumming hard over her face. She opened her mouth and took some of
the cum but the 'money shot' as they say, was to drench her with
it. As the men started to disengage her holes, Jennifer rolled
half on her back and opened her legs along half the length of the
couch and started to rub her self.

We had long finished our coffee by now so I pulled the tie on the
robe and mounted her in two seconds flat. She slid one leg up the
back of the couch and hooked it over the back, and the other
splayed out over the seat edge and the heel resting on the floor.
I reached under her and holding her buttocks, I roughly fucked
her and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I sensed she
was some way off cumming as this time she crooned and smoldered
encouragement without the monosyllabic uttering�s of being back
scuttled on the bed. This was designed to encourage yet being
more aware of what I was doing to her. We fucked this way for
quite a while in comparison to the earlier fucking and after a
while she tapped my shoulders and motioned me to stop. I was
taken aback by her interruption and puzzled as she quickly left
the living room. She returned a few seconds later and I sat in
awe as she stopped in front of me and threw a huge pink dildo
onto the couch beside me. I was puzzled at to what this meant.
Was she not being pleasured by my cock? Was this a replacement?
It was then I saw the small bottle of liquid she had in her hand
and she was flipping the cap and hand the bottle to me. In a
trice she turned around and backs her bubble butt back towards me
as she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Lube my asshole," she instructed. "I want you to take me
anally."

I'm sure my cock grew an inch all round. I was somewhat of a
novice at this. I'd fingered Carol's pucker on rare occasions she
dropped her guard but she did not go with the idea of anal sex
play. I'd never fucked anyone anally before so this was new
territory. But instincts suffice and I smeared copious amounts of
the warm liquid on her crack and pushed my greased fingers into
her slowly forgiving asshole. It took a few minutes but I worked
three fingers inside, just short of the second knuckle. But it
was she who knew she was ready and she reached back and eased my
fingers out and turned around. She went down on me and for a
couple of minutes gave expert head. When she tested the hardness
of my cock was right she took the liquid from me and smeared a
generous amount over it. She looked admiringly at her handiwork
and giving me a wink and a wicked grin to match, she turned
around. Reaching behind her she took my cock in one hand and she
spread her cheeks with her other hand and steered herself back to
match my cock against her pucker. Having made the point to point
contact, she lifted her self slightly on tiptoes and eased her
butt over my groin and slowly allowed her body to sink onto my
hard greasy pole. She hissed and groaned and occasionally winced
as she smoothed the area with one hand; fingers splayed around my
cock. And steadying herself on the couch with the other hand, she
allowed herself to sink slowly down onto my cock until her
buttocks butted against my upper thighs.

I was as deep as our bodies would allow me to go in this
position. She adjusted her weight slightly and now steadied
herself with both hands either side of her hips on the couch. She
looked back and smiling sweetly she slowly lifted and dropped
herself directly onto my cock. I lay back and half closing my
eyes, I allowed her to milk my cock with her incredibly tight hot
asshole. She worked herself slowly and carefully and I could here
her breathing and occasionally hissing through her nose. I
couldn't see her face as she was facing the front but I sensed
she had her upper teeth clamping her lower lip as she
concentrated on sodomizing herself on my cock. This went on for
some minutes and I was in blissful heaven as I allowed her to
fuck for us both. She stirred me out of my sexual reverie by
making a slight but noticeable change to her rhythmical rise and
fall on my cock and then I sensed she was bending forward. I
wasn't sure what this meant but soon I heard her groan and 'oh
fuck this is good' and she had her head back and turned half
towards me. Her mouth was open and she was gasping and she had
her eyes closed in what I took to be pleasure. It was then I felt
the movements against my cock buried to the hilt inside her
asshole and realized she had slid the dildo into her cunt and she
was working the latex cock with both her hands while impaled in
her asshole by my cock. I lay back in total awe of the young
woman's carnal delirium as she fucked herself with the fake cock
as she rode a real cock. She was hardly moving; preferring to sit
impaled in the ass while working herself up with the dildo. She
was emulating the final scene in the porno movie, using the dildo
to substitute one of the men. The TV was directly in front of us
on a blue screen.

I had an idea. I reached for the remote tucked into the edge of
the couch where I had left it, and I turned off the TV. The
screen went black and immediately the reflection of our carnal
connection came visible on the glass. She was surprised by my
movement but as soon as she saw what had occurred, she let out a
laugh and dropped her head chuckling. She turned to me and
grinned.

"Dirty fucker," she laughed at me. Then as an after thought,
"I've got a better place to do it."

She gingerly rose up and I watched in dismay as my cock came into
view as she stood and slid it out of her. She had the dildo in on
hand and turned to me and offered me her free hand. I took it and
she pulled me to my feet and led me back to the bedroom. She
turned me to sit on the edge of the bed in front of her dressing
table mirror and then with a knowing smile, she repeated the act
of sitting back on me with my cock in her ass, and then we both
focused on ourselves in the mirror as she guided the pink thick
latex cock back into her hot cunt once more. I sat holding her
around the shoulders and watched her fuck herself with the
doppelganger. She was trying to concentrate on her reflection as
she fucked and soon started to squirm her ass and tried lifting
up and down on me. I could see she had lost focus on what she
needed to do and realized she was at the start of what was going
to be a hard cum. In short she was losing control. But in doing
so, she was becoming wayward and soon she was complaining 'no,
ugh, uh, oh, no, fuck' as her rising arousal had robbed her of
her control of her hands and body. I wanted to get with her but I
was nicely held in sexual limbo. Hard and not waning; but not
rising to cum either. I looked at the pillows strewn on the
mussed up bed and reached for what seemed to be the biggest of
two. I dragged it to me and saw she was watching me in the mirror
with a puzzled look. I dragged the pillow to my side and once I
was ready, I slowly stood with her still impaled on me. A look of
total surprise came on her face reflected in the mirror and she
leaned forward with me so as to keep me sheathed in her ass. The
dresser was only about three feet from the side of the bed and
now half standing and shuffling us both joined at groin and butt,
I tossed the pillow onto the top of the dresser. She got my
intent and grinning she leaned forward and folded her arms across
her body, leaned the forearms onto the pillow and this made her
bend almost at right angles. I half lay over her and reaching
under her, I took the control of the dildo which she had stuffed
in her cunt. I was amazed it didn't fall when she crossed her
arms. The end of this fuck took about another five minutes. I
slowly took over the control of penetrating her and started to
fuck properly; all the time reaching under plowing her cunt with
the dildo and flicking her clitoris with my free hand. After a
couple of minutes she began to go through the groaning and
muttering of enjoyment and soon only her head and face was lying
against the pillow. She had abandoned any chance of watching us
in favor of getting some stability as I now humped her quite
vigorously. She reached under her body and I could just see her
hands working her pendulous breasts hanging in front of the chest
of drawers. I let it all go and fucked her faster and faster as I
hung onto her back and humped and worked the dildo while
fingering her. She went off like Mt. Vesuvius. Crying and
groaning; lifting her head and crashing it on the pillow and
swing her hips in and out and sideways as if to expel me from her
two full holes. Her action and the blurred glimpse of our
reflection as she thrashed about, took me over the edge and I let
rip, cumming hard and deep into her depths while ramming the
dildo as far as I could. She started to wail and gasp and
complain and I felt her hand on my hand holding the dildo and she
eased it back to stop the discomfort I as creating by impaling it
so deep against her cervix. Meanwhile I spurted relentlessly into
her bowel and cried out and I looked at the mirror and I saw my
face grimace as I was cumming. I'd never seen that before.

We finally disentangled ourselves. To my surprise the dildo
stayed in her and she had to ease it out with a small amount of
complaining. She held it gingerly as if it were a real organ, red
raw from use, and tossed it onto the floor by the bed. She
grinned at me as she reached both hands behind and into her crack
and then brought her fingers back with streaks of my cum which
was now clearly leaking from her asshole. She looked dreamy a she
inspected her fingertips; testing the slimy fluid between thumb
and forefinger and I noted she was slightly unsteady on her feet.
I wasn't much better.

"Wait awhile," she said and staggered off to the toilet.

I rolled sideways onto the bed and lay looking at my naked body
in the mirror. My deflating cock lying on my thigh; all red and
slick from her anal juices, the lube, and my cum. The sparse but
noticeable chest hair and the smug face grinning back at me. This
was the most erotic coupling I had ever participated in. I
suspect she hadn't been there quite like this but I was also sure
she had had far more kinky scenarios than I could imagine. She
returned and climbed up onto the bed beside me. Taking my arm and
hooking it around her shoulder she grinned and allowed the
enjoyment of being sexually satiated to flow over her and her
lids fluttered closed and she dozed. I went with her. I woke at
about two o'clock. Our youngest son Brad was going to a birthday
bash later that afternoon at his girlfriends place. At sixteen he
was old enough to leave alone but needed me to drive him as his
brother Scotty was now at work. I roused Jennifer and asked her
softly if I could take a quick shower. She opened her eyes a
little and nodded and drifted off again. I finished a quick
shower and gathered my clothes up as I dressed. Finally I was
dressed and ready to leave. I walked into the bedroom and
Jennifer was lying flat on her back, legs slightly apart and I
smiled as I saw one hand draped against her slightly gaping sex.
Was this her natural sleeping pose? I wouldn't wake her. I left
and called at Home Depot and bought a few innocuous DIY things
like sandpaper and cheap knick knack tools; like clamps and awl.
Cheap stuff as tool box fillers as a cheap alibi with Brad when
he asks why I'm five hours late from dropping his mother at work.
Well I am known to spend hours wandering Home Depot so I had a
lie for an alibi, but  knew it was one that would be believed as
'oh so true'. I got through the weekend with private moments of
anxiety and panic, as well as lightheartedness and friendly
banter with Carol and the boys when my smug secret was more than
bearable. I was also often wracked with guilt over my infidelity
and retired to the toilet for privacy. But after working through
the low-life feelings, I rose back up to smug egotistical self
congratulations at apparently succeeding in my affair. I had
every reason to believe I gave this young woman a lot of pleasure
and I was sure she was impressed with my sexual prowess; even
with me being middle aged. I wasn't sure what birth control she
used but I would take a quiet private opportunity to let her know
I had had a vasectomy. In my low moments of self-doubt and guilt,
I wondered if she really was a 'dirty witch' as Sally accused her
of being, and worried she might give me something nasty.

On Monday morning I casually drifted down the office,
nonchalantly greeting colleagues I met, and soon I was standing
by Jennifer who was finishing taking a call. She looked quite
attractive in a plain gray suit and she had her hair tied back
with a nice clasp. 'I fucked you good' I thought as I surveyed
her form under her clothes. She finished her call and turned and
smiled at me. I was somewhat deflated as she made no special
greeting as she remained cordial and almost perfunctory. I
thought she might be feeling a bit guilty also.

"Are you Ok?" I asked quietly.

"Yep. Yep. Good. No problems," she answered in a neutral way.
"Did you have a good weekend?"

"I had a great weekend," I replied and smiled.

"Me to," she confirmed innocently.

There wasn't much else to say here in this public area. She made
no attempt to engage me in conversation as I thought she would
have. "OK, well back to it," I said a little lamely. "OK. See
you," she said quickly and turned back to answer another call. I
stood and watched her; somewhat disappointed at her lack of
acknowledgment that we had had some damn good hot sex. I slowly
turned and walked away. Over the next twelve months or so, I came
to know of a number of relationships Jennifer had by the gossip
from the other girls. Seems she screwed one of our partner reps
from Philly and there was a rumor she bedded one of our
production guys who was with us no more than a few months before
accepting another job offer. By a quick count I worked out at
least seven alleged affairs and a number of implied one night
stands; all from the malicious mouths of the female staff. Sally
was most vocal about it. Though Jennifer was quite promiscuous
she never once acknowledged our sex together despite remaining
friendly and engaging. She eventually left us for a
long-planned�for trip to Europe after being with us fourteen
months. I came to suspect she had probably bedded other married
colleagues, but as with me, she was discrete and I never got to
hear nary a whisper of any possible liaisons. But I was sure she
could have easily pulled it off. I'd never know. To this day,
Carol does not know who she was except that she was a short term
receptionist that Sally and most of the ladies disliked; for no
better reason than she seemed to have a higher strike rate with
men. But then as Sally says:

"She's a Dirty Witch. What man could resist her rude spell?"

What man indeed?

THE END


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