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 The Big Deal - by BRob (MFMF, wife, cheat, cuck, reluct, long.)



   Mary had known for some time about her husbands late nights up with
porn. It had been going on to one degree or another ever since they'd been
married.  It seemed to be escalating though.  She never really understood
the appeal.

   Mary and Mark had been married for 5 years now.  She was 27, he was 40.
he had always been a great husband, an incredible provider.  He would
jokingly refer to her as his "trophy wife" but it wasn't that, they were
deeply in love with each other.  She had never had to work, so she was
active with volunteering, as well as being a regular at the gym and tennis
club.

   One morning after Mark had gone to work, she decided to look into just
what it was that he was spending all his time with.  Mary had been a
computer science major in college, though she had gotten married and never
graduated.  As a result, she was infinitely more adept with the computer
that Mark was.

   She looked into his browsing history, all clean.  Hmmm, she thought. 
Looking further she checked out the cache, and the history that was stored
on their firewall hardware - something she was sure Mark knew nothing
about.

   As she followed his tracks, she began to get a picture of what it was
that was holding his attention.  It was something she had never even
considered.  Hell, she had never even heard the word "cuckold" before, but
here it was, her husband of 5 years seemed to be infatuated by images and
stories about wives who regularly were unfaithful to their husbands.  And
the husbands who tolerated, and even encouraged it!

   She spent several weeks, following his tracks on the web.  Filling in
just what it was that Mark was into.  It got her to thinking about other
things too.

   Mark had always liked her dressing well.  In fact he encouraged her to
dress in attire a bit more revealing than she was always comfortable with.
He had encouraged her to have breast augmentation surgery the year before.
He loved her in lingerie.  In fact she had more lingerie than anyone she
knew, in all it had probably cost Mark a fortune.

   Mary was an attractive girl.  Not movie star glamorous, but she was thin
with long brown hair.  Days at the gym and playing tennis kept her very
fit, and thanks to a skillful surgeon, she also had perfectly proportioned
breasts.  She had never dressed for attention, though she dressed well. 
But now, thinking about her new knowledge of her husbands night-time
roaming on the internet...she began to think about a few changes.

   They were going out to dinner one night while they were in San Diego .
She occasionally would accompany him on his frequent business trips.  They
were going to a trendy new restaurant across town he had heard about. 
Quite the place to be seen from what she understood.  Mary planned her
wardrobe for the evening.  One thing about Mark, he was definitely a breast
man, something she had known since they met.  It was also the reason she
agreed to the breast augmentation last year.

   Her breasts had always been on the small side, with nipples that were
unusually long.  When she was turned on her whole areoles would become very
swollen and distended with her nipples pressing out like little erasers. 
In fact she had learned from her research into Mark's surfing habits that
her nipples were known as "puffies." Her long nipples were something she
had always cursed because they had a tendency to show no matter what she
wore.  The new fullness of her breasts made this even worse.

   This night was a little different though she thought as she dressed.  It
was a cool evening so she wore a cashmere sweater with a new skirt she had
purchased just that day.  She intentionally chose a lingerie set with a bra
that was thin and would do little to conceal her long nipples.  It was one
of Mark's favorites she knew.

   They arrived at the restaurant and when they got to their table Mark
took her wrap from her.  At the first moment, without even looking down she
knew the outline of her nipples were clearly visible.  Mark did a double
take, it was almost comical.

   Dinner was a blur.  She noted the waiter giving them some extra service,
that she though was a bit obvious.  Mark noted it too.  The Manager came
over to talk, giving her and Mark some special attention as well, full of
compliments and smiles.

   Mark seemed eager to finish up.  She knew he was wanting to take her
back to the room and make love to her, though he would never come out and
say that outright.  Too proper for that.  She was getting a bit turned on
as well.  All the attention and discrete looks she was getting, which just
seemed to cause her nipples to swell more, which in turn brought more
attention.

   She went to powder her nose.  In the restroom she looked at herself. 
"Oh God" she thought to herself.  Her nipples were clearly erect.  More
obvious than she had intended.  She was sure glad they were away from home,
she would die if they ran into anyone they knew!  But at the same time, the
feeling was incredible.  She would go out and drag Mark back to the room
and give him a night to remember!

   She walked back to the table, avoiding any eye contact but feeling as if
she was under a magnifying glass.  She felt as if she was naked, being
ogled by the men, scorned by the women.  Time to leave, hopefully Mark had
paid the bill.

   There was a man sitting at their table with Mark!  Damn.  They both rose
as she approached, Mark introduced Mr.  Meyers.  This was the CEO of the
company Mark was in town to visit.  He was the man Mark was trying to get
to sign off on a big sales deal.  Double Damn.  And here she was, looking
like some harlot.

   Mr.  Meyers was an older gentleman, maybe 55, wearing a very expensive
suit, very fit with an air of authority.  A man accustomed to being paid
attention to.  Not unattractive but twice her age.

   He lavished me with compliments.  "Mark said his wife was with him, but
I he didn't mention what a beauty you were."

   Mary could normally take this sort of thing in stride.  She'd had
dinners with Mark's clients on a number of occasions.  But this time was a
bit different.  Her breasts were sticking right out in front, as if begging
for attention.

   And that's what they got.  Mr.  Meyers wasn't the least bit subtle in
his attentions.

   "I do love the way you wear that sweater Mary."

   All Mr.  Meyers' attentions were on her.  Mark seems willing to sit on
the sidelines while they spoke small talk and he ogled her.  Mary gulped
her glass of wine down.  This evening wasn't going at all the way she had
planned.

   "Why don't you and Mark come join us at our table."

   She got the impression that this really wasn't a question.  This was,
she knew, one of Mark's most important clients.

   "Mark, be a good man and go tell the waiter to get us another round" Mr.
Meyers said as they neared a circular booth occupied by two other men.

   Mary was motioned into the booth before Mr.  Meyers as he made the
introductions.  Turns out these were top three executives from the company.
They were here for dinner discussing some strategy before taking the
company jet out for a meeting in Chicago in the morning.

   But it appeared that business was over.  Mary slid in between Mr. 
Meyers and the company CFO.  As Mark came back with the waiter close
behind, Mr.  Meyers motioned for him to sit beside him.  This had the
effect of Mr.  Meyers, sliding in closer to me to make room.  Now Mary
could feel the hips of both men against her on either side.

   Mary looked to Mark, hoping he would come to her rescue, but it appeared
that Mark, a man respected by most everyone, was in a different league than
these gentlemen.

   "Gentlemen." Well maybe that's not just the right word.  These guys were
older, successful businessmen, the hand on Mary's knee had her wondering
what the hell she'd gotten myself into.  It was the CFO next to her.

   She was doing my best to push his hand away, but not being too obvious,
trying not to draw attention to the matter.  Mark was busy in conversation
with Mr.  Meyers.

   The drinks came, Mary downed mine rather quickly.  She was not usually
much of a drinker but it seemed like something she needed at the moment. 
Mary's hand reaching for the drink gave the CFO the opening he was looking
for.  Now her skirt was up and his fingers were moving over her panties.

   Mary was thinking about the lingerie she'd chosen so carefully for the
night.  The dinner with Mark, and the attention from the Manager and the
waiter had all been incredibly flattering.  And now the sheer fabric was
soaked from her earlier excitement.

   But when this guy's fingers found her panties, he found them already
wet. Damn she thought, she'd even shaved today, it had been meant as a
surprise for Mark tonight.  But now, that smoothness had her panties wet
and plastered against her pussy.

   Mary quickly set my drink down, empty, and put her hand on his
attempting to push it away.  He was even speaking with Mark now, telling
him my drink was gone and to "go get your wife another one," all the while
firmly holding his hand in place.  His fingers began probing.

   Then he hit the spot.  "oh damn." Mary's whole body went rigid, her
orgasm just flooded into her, without any warning.  She was thankful Mark
had stepped away.  Her nipples were on fire.  Her face was flushed.  She
was thinking that her hearing even went fuzzy for a bit.

   "God, I've never cum like this" she was thinking, "this is so wrong"
"And dammit, I can't even remember this guys name".  It made her feel so
naughty, and so turned on a the same time.

   Mark returned, the guys were getting up to leave.  It turns out their
plane was waiting for them.  Mark stood there with them, saying goodbyes,
all of them telling Mary what a pleasure it was..

   Then Mark was there by her side as they watched them leave.  Mary had
gotten her skirt back down, but as she looked down, my nipples were almost
obscene, the way they were swollen and distended, pressing through my
sweater.

   Mark takes her hand hand.  "You look wonderful tonight Mary, I've never
been more proud of you.  Lets go back to the room and have some fun."

   "Geez" she thought, "if he only knew"

   But at the same time, she couldn't think of anything I wanted to do more
than to be with Mark.



   The following day Mark had the day off.  They took the day and enjoyed
San Diego .  It was a perfect warm summer day, hot but with that nice ocean
breeze always keeping things pleasant.

   When planning this trip, Mary had the big plan to dress more
provocatively, wanting to attract the attention of others when I was out
with Mark.  Having the recently discovered interests of Mark on her mind.

   The events of the night before had her questioning her sanity on that.
Unfortunately she had packed her clothes knowing that she might chicken
out, so everything she had brought was a couple of steps past her normal
conservative attire.

   So here she was out on the town in summer sandals and a sun dress. 
There was no way to wear a bra with this and once again she felt like she
was walking around on display.  She was thankful that Mark seemed to enjoy
her chosen attire for the trip though, as she knew he would.  So she was
just trying to go with the flow, trying not to be too self conscious.

   While they were at lunch at a little marina-side bar/café, Mark excused
himself to take a phone call.  Mary lay her head back and closed her eyes,
thoroughly enjoying the sunshine beating down.  The smell of the ocean, the
sound of the birds, marina sounds.  All of it was just perfect and
peaceful. San Diego was really a wonderful city.

   Mark returned and was talking a mile a minute.  After she got him to
slow down, he told her that the call had been from Mr.  Meyers.  He had
told Mark they were going with his package and they could sign the
documents this evening.  Mark was on cloud nine.  Mark hadn't even
realized, but apparently this was the biggest deal Mark had ever worked. 
It would mean a six figure commission for Mark.

   He was so happy, she just threw her arms around him and hugged him,
sharing in his happiness

   Then he added "Mr.  Meyers wants me to come up to his condo this evening
to sign the paperwork.  He said you should come, and we'll all have a toast
to the deal."

   With that he excused himself to go pay our tab.  Mary just sat there,
sort of dumbfounded, again thinking "what the hell have I gotten myself
into." She walked up to Mark at the bar, and said "buy us something to
drink to celebrate, make it a double." He was all for it.  Actually all
Mary wanted was a drink.

   After lunch as they took in the sights, Mary kept thinking about the
night before, and about tonight.  This was a really important deal for
Mark. She had never seen him so happy.  At one point Mark stops and kisses
her.  It sort of caught Mary off guard, he's not really into any sort of
public affection.  When he did, she realized as she was pulled against his
chest that her nipples were hard and throbbing.  "Lets go back to the room"
he suggests with that look in his eye.









   We got back to the hotel and Mark was very turned on.  He was still on a
high from closing this deal.  Mary thought she would give him something
special.

   As the hotel elevator approached our floor she untied the neck strap on
her dress.  He looked at her open mouthed as she just shimmied out of it.
When the door opened she was only in her sandals and panties with her dress
in a puddle on the ground.

   Mary took off for our room, running.  Mark was right behind her, though
he had to turn back and pick up her dress.  A door opened just before she
ran by and a man who must have been about 80 just stared, a big grin on his
face.

   Mary was thinking "I was hoping I didn't just give him a heart attack!"
as she ran by

   Mary got to the door and turned back, the old man still watching as Mark
ran past him.  She could hear a woman's voice from the man's room.

   "What's going on out there"

   "Oh nothing, just the maid." He replied, never taking his eye off of
Mary.

   Mark and Mary tumbled into the room, laughing.

   She pulled him over to the bed and slid off his pants and underwear. 
With them still around his ankles she grabbed him and sucked him into her
mouth.  She opened her eyes and could see the two of them in the mirror. 
Mark was watching too, as if peeking into a window.

   "I really wanted to give him a show." Mary thought.

   She licked, and sucked.  Ran it over her face, in her hair.  She was on
fire.  She looked up at him, her hand gripping his cock, stroking.  Then
she stopped stroking, just holding both of hands around the base of his
cock..  His eyes were still in the mirror.  His hips began thrusting, back
and forth, as if on their own.

   "Do you want to cum Baby?"

   "Yesss" he hissed as Mary began stroking him again.

   Mary moved the head of his cock up against her nipple.  His cock head
was swollen and purple as she pushed her puffy nipple back and forth with
it.

   Looking down, she milked out a drop of precum and left it on her nipple,
then moved to give attention to the other one.

   "Cum on my breasts" she murmured, and he began thrusting through her
hands and moaning.  Each thrust leaving a string of wetness between her
breast and his cockhead.

   Then he came.  Oh how he came.  It was thick and white, hanging on her
breasts while she milked the last drops from him.

   Then she held my breasts in my hands, the smell of his cum in the air.
Massaging it in, pulling on her impossibly erect nipples while he caught
his breath sitting on the adjacent bed.

   Mary stood and moved to him as he sat there.  She pulled his head
forward and he latched onto her breast like a baby.  She was cooing and
purring at him as he licked and sucked.  First one then the other.  She
couldn't believe how sexy she felt.  More so than in many years.

   Finally she pulled free and went to the bathroom to shower and freshen
up.  We still had places to go this evening.

   Mary couldn't stop thinking about the upcoming trip to Mr.  Meyers'
penthouse.  Last night at the restaurant had unnerved her, but she couldn't
deny the thrill it had given her.

   Her and Mark had talked a bit afterwards, but the events of the evening
that weighed on her mind had never come up.  While she knew his internet
pursuits indicated that he wanted her to be more open, more sexual, she had
been very unsure of his reaction.  Did he even have any knowledge of what
had transpired in that booth?  She still wasn't sure.

   Mark was still very upbeat, still very positive.  He showed no signs of
being upset.  Ignorance or Acceptance?  Regardless, he told her that he
wanted her to dress up tonight, they were going out afterwards to
celebrate.

   She was full of apprehension as she was trying on clothes.  Mr.  Meyers
place to sign some contracts then out to celebrate.  Hmmm.  Mark had gone
out telling her to get ready and that he would be back around 5:30.  She
was in the midst of trying on yet another of her limited selection of
outfits, unable to make a decision when Mark opened the door, holding a
garment bag.

   When she turned she saw he was also wearing a new sport coat she had
never seen and looking particularly handsome.  He opened the bag and pulled
out a stunning dress.  It was beautiful and must have cost him a fortune.

   She gave him a big hug and a kiss.  He really was her soulmate.  He
always seemed to anticipate her needs.  The kiss lingered, became sensual
before he broke it off.

   "Enough of that, we'll be late.  I spoke with Mr.  Meyers and he said to
stop by around 6:30."

   Mary took the bag and dress and retreated to the bathroom.  It fit her
perfectly!  How did he do that?  And he bought shoes too!

   She checked myself out in the mirror.  The back of the dress scooped
down necessitating her to remove the bra.  Par for the trip she thought. 
But this time, she was going definitely see people we knew.

   She had to admit though, she looked pretty damned good!

   Mary walked out, making an entrance as Mark was crossing the room to
bring her a cocktail.  Mary thought he was going to drop the drinks when he
saw her!

   "You look fantastic, Turn for me"

   "Absolutely spectacular Mary" his eyes sparkles as he said this "There's
only one thing"

   "What's that?"

   "You've got panty lines."

   She paused only a beat, and never taking her eyes from his she hiked up
her dress and shimmied the panties down, kicking them over his head.  She
turned, feeling a bit devilish.

   "How's this, I don't have any others that will work"

   He was stammering a bit but grinning.  It made her giggle.  "It's a bit
airish, but it's a warm night.  I don't think Mr.  Meyers will mind do you
dear?"

   She threw in that last bit on impulse.  It gave her stomach a leap when
she did but she was interested to see his reaction.

   "I'm sure he won't mind at all." He blurted out.  "Lets go, the car is
waiting downstairs."

   It felt wonderful walking through the hotel lobby.  Mark looked like a
million bucks, Mary felt very sexy holding his arm.  She knew they were a
very good looking couple.  The evening was perfect.

   The car was waiting and one of the valets helped her with her door.  And
she slid in she realized the dress was just a bit shorter than she had
realized.  As they drove off she told Mark that the valet had just gotten
an eyeful.  He looked confused, then down at her legs.

   He put his hand over onto her thigh.  "I love you." a big grin on his
face.

   She looked over his profile as he drove.  She slid her hand onto his
thigh and up higher, she watched his face as she cupped him.  He was
already fully hard.

   "You don't mind that I gave that boy a little show do you?" she asked.

   His erection throbbed at her words.  She was beginning to enjoying this
side of her husband.  Naughty thoughts filled her head as they drove in
silence.

   They pulled up to the condo building and went inside.  Mark spoke with
the concierge, "Mr.  Meyers is expecting you" he replied.  We rode the
elevator up to the penthouse.

   "Come in, come in" Mr.  Meyers gestured, shaking Mark's hand and making
a grand gesture of kissing Mary'shand as we arrived.  As he did so, the new
diamond bracelet Mark had bought me that afternoon caught his eye and as he
held her hand examining it, she felt him examining her too.  None too
subtle from where she was standing, though Mark probably didn't catch it.

   "Stunning" was his only comment.  He was looking directly into her eyes
as he said it.

   "Can I get you a drink?" he offered, then adding.  "Scotch neat, and a
vodka martini, very dirty, if I remember correctly?"

   "My assistant will be here shortly," she should have your contracts with
her.

   Mr.  Meyers showed us around his penthouse.  It really was amazing.  It
appeared that no expense was spared.  He was obviously more wealthy than
she had imagined.

   As we came back into the living area, he freshened the drinks, then led
them out onto the expansive patio.  The view was breathtaking.  The sun was
setting, the ocean sounds, the smell of the salt air.  This was something a
girl could get used to Mary thought.

   Mr.  Meyers had taken a seat on the sofa.  While Mark and Mary were at
the railing enjoying the view.

   "Beautiful" Mark commented, looking out over the water.

   "That it is." Replied Mr.  Meyers.

   Something in the way he said it caught my attention.  Then I realized
that I was directly between him and the setting sun.  I knew this dress was
probably pretty much transparent from where he was sitting.

   Mary turned to face him, as did Mark.  They stood there talking, their
backs against the railing.  Mary felt absolutely on display to this man. 
She was sure Mark never realized the show she was giving him.  But then she
thought to myself, he might even like that she was.

   Mary found herself wondering if he could see that she didn't have any
panties on.  This thought caused her to flush, bringing on a bit of a
shiver.  Mark thought she was cold and led her over to a seat.

   It was a bit chilly at the railing but from the railing down was glass,
so while sitting it was very pleasant.  Mary sat and made a show of
crossing her legs as I did.

   Mr.  Meyers was a truly charming man.  Not self absorbed as she had
expected.  He was very straightforward but not overbearing.

   Mark excused himself to use the restroom as Mr.  Meyers came back with
another martini for Mary, then took her hand leading me inside.

   "I'm glad the dress fits." He began as he sat down.  "I wasn't sure if I
had your size right when I had my assistant send it over, but I see it
looks as if it's made for you Mary."

   He sent over?!  But I thought...  No, Mark never said that he had bought
it, he had just walked in with it.  All this was going through my head,
though I never let any of it show.

   "Turn for me."

   She never hesitated.  She didn't even think.  She did as he asked.

   She felt him admiring her as she did.  "Yes, very nice Mary.  You are a
beautiful woman."

   When she was once again facing him, she caught sight of Mark in the
hallway, watching from the shadows.  "Lets see how much he's up for" Mary
thought.

   "Thank you, and thank you for the dress" mary replied, still standing in
front of him.

   "I'm really glad you decided to join Mark on this trip, I don't know how
much he has told you, but we're looking to be spending upwards of $2M with
his company over the coming year."

   I took a seat across from him, crossing my legs very slowly.

   Walter, our CFO, has been very interested in another vendor, and I
usually take his advice on this type of contract," He began "but last night
on the flight out he seemed to come over to my way of thinking.  In fact he
was very struck by you last night at the restaurant."

   "Oh?  I thought the deal was already closed, that there were just some
contracts to finalize"

   "Almost, Walter seems it isn't anything we couldn't settle." Then added,
"He's the one who suggested you and Mark to come by here tonight."

   By now it was pretty clear to me what was going on.  Mary was here to
close the deal!  She thought to herself that she should be royally pissed,
but she wasn't.

   "Please excuse me just a moment."

   Mary too her bag and walked off down the hallway.  She could hear the
tinkling of ice indicating Mr.  Meyers was making another round of drinks.

   "Mark, come here, we have to talk." She pulled him to the

   It was a bit later Mary was standing behind the bar, a fancy modern
black granite and glass thing.  She had just made another round of drinks
without even asking, also she felt some security with having the bar
between her and Mr.  Myers.  She'd made hers a double, something told her
she was going to need it, though she could feel herself getting tipsy since
they still hadn't had dinner.

   Then Mr.  Meyers came around the bar and Mary found him standing very
close as Mark sat on a barstool.  Mr.  Meyers began to talk business.  A
lot of it was foreign to Mary, having to do with computer hardware, return
on investments and the like.

   As Mr.  Meyers spoke Mary felt his hand move over her butt.  He was
standing next to her in the close quarters behind the bar.  She tried not
to react, standing there with her hips sort of leaning up against the back
side of the bar.  She was sure Mark couldn't see from where he sat.  Mark
was into the conversation, into business mode.

   It made her think think, "this is exactly what had happened last night!"
Mark had gotten involved in his business discussion and hadn't even noticed
that his client was taking liberties with me just a few feet away!

   By now Mr.  Myers knew without a doubt Mary didn't have any panties on.
This embarrassed her, and thrilled her at the same time.  She could feel
the cool air on her bottom, the warmth of his hand on her butt cheeks.

   Mary took a big swig of her drink and put her hands flat on the counter
in front of her as his fingers pressed lower, Mary could feel myself
wanting it, parting her legs just a bit.  Then his fingers slid between her
legs.  She was soaked!  She was surprised it wasn't running down her legs!

   "Don't you think Mary?"

   Hearing my name brought her out of a daze.  She had no idea what was
said, or what a proper response would be, but she didn't really care
either. Mary was physically pushing myself back, onto his fingers in front
of her husband.  There is no way Mark didn't know I was in a state!

   "Mary's a little hottie isn't she Mark?" more of a statement than a
question.

   "You know, I'm looking forward to working with you over the coming
months as we get these new systems rolled out, I don't think you should
have to leave Mary at home while you are in sunny San Diego."

   Mark was watching Mary.  It was humiliating.  She was essentially
fucking myself on this mans fingers.  But she couldn't stop myself.

   "Would you like that Mary?" he asked

   All pretense was gone.  Mr.  Meyers moved behind her.  His touch was
gone for the moment and she felt herself getting a bit of control.  Then
she felt the hem of her dress coming up.  She pulled myself away from the
bar, letting it bunch around her waist, watching Mark the whole time.

   When he held her hips and pulled her back, she knew it was so Mark could
see.  The bastard wanted Mark to see.  Mary was leaning against him as he
slid his hand down her belly.  "Yesss" and back into my pussy.

   Oh it felt so naughty!  And after all, Mark was right there, it's not
like she was sneaking around on him or anything.  Mark's eyes were on his
fingers, her eyes were mostly closed, but she knew it must be a lewd sight.

   She could feel the erection against her ass, she was rubbing myself
against it, as he tickled her clit back and forth.  Marks eyes were on
hers. She knew he was turned on, he gets this little twitch at the edge of
his left eye when he's feeling needy.  We shared this look.  Of craziness,
of desire, of consent.

   Mary came right there, in front of her husband like that.  To this Mary
thinks about that moment when she masturbate.  Of the look on Mark's face.

   The doorbell rang and her dress fell back into place.  Mary went to
stand with Mark, needing some reassurance that he didn't hate her.  He
kissed her passionately, needfully, as she leaned against him calming her
shaky legs.

   Mr.  Meyers cross the room and opened the door.  It was his assistant
with a briefcase.  He crossed the room with her to the dining table where
she laid the case and began pulling out some papers.

   "Mary, be a dear and make Nikita a martini." He called out to me.  "Mark
come over here and we can get these contracts signed."

   Mark and Mr.  Meyers were soon in deep discussion, signing and
initialing.  Nikita joined me behind the bar introducing herself.

   She took the drink and took a sip, her eyes penetrating into Mary over
the edge of the glass.  She felt as if Nikita could see everything, know
everything she was thinking.

   Nikita was Asian, though she couldn't say what kind.  She was very
attractive with long dark hair and the biggest eyes I've ever seen.

   They stood there in small talk for a few minutes.  Mary was very
uncomfortable, but she seemed totally relaxed.

   Then the boys were done, she was putting the contracts away, getting all
of the business in order.  Very efficient.  It struck Mary that Nikita was
probably a very good executive assistant..

   Nikita and Mark wandered out onto the patio, looking out at the lights
of San Diego.

   "Ok now, where were we my dear?" Mr.  Myers says, turning to me, holding
his hand out.

   Mary never hesitated, never questioned, just walked over to him, taking
his hand.  Something about him.  He seemed so authoritative, but incredibly
passionate too.

   He undid one of his shirt buttons.  Automatically Mary took over, just
as she had done a thousand times for Mark.  One button at a time, pulling
his shirt off.  Mary was surprised to find him in very good shape.  Not
quite fully cut, but not far from it.  This man obviously worked out.

   He turned Mary around and I felt the zipper slide down, and the dress
was off.  Mary was standing there in only her shoes as she turned back to
him.  Hand going to his belt, his trousers.  Pushing him back onto the
couch she took off his shoes.

   He was wearing silk boxers.  Oh how she loved the feel of silk.  Mary
got down on her knees and ran her hands up his thighs, over his chest.  Her
nipples were on fire as her hands roamed over him.  "Very nice" she
thought. He wasn't fully hard, but she knew she could fix that.

   Mary rubbed her whole body against his.  She heard the half moan half
plea as her nipple rubbed against his.  This was something she had always
loved.  The power that a woman has as this moment.  The willingness of a
man, the desire that takes away all of his ability to reason.

   When she finally pulled his boxers off, he was fully erect.  She could
see the heart beat in its throbbing, the veins pulsing.  He was thick.  Not
so long, but nice and thick.  She wrapped my hand around it in measure. 
Nope her fingertips wouldn't touch.

   She ran her fingernails down below his balls, letting them trail upward,
enjoying his little hip thrusts.  She began to blow air on it, she knew he
could feel the warmth of her mouth in it as it washed over him.  Then just
the tip of her tongue, up the underside, barely touching, around the tip.

   He whimpered.  That's what she had been waiting for, and she fit him
into my mouth.  Mmmm.  This man was very sexy!  Mary pulled back and began
to giggle.  He looked at her, questioning.

   "Mr Meyers, I don't even know your first name." she whispered with a
smile, and lowered her mouth over him.  She felt his cockhead touching the
back of her throat.

   "Seth" came out in a growl.

   She couldn't help but laugh.  The way he was watching her was really
turning her on.  His eyes on her lips stretched around him, leaving him wet
and slippery.  Mary gripped his cock as the base, and gripped tightly,
pulling upward.  A drop of liquid appeared at the tip as she milked him
like this.  The tip of her tongue scooped it up, Yummm.

   Mary saw him looking back over her shoulder and she remembered Mark.  Oh
shit.  That was crazy!  She had completely gotten lost in what she was
doing.  Mary turned, and was floored when she saw Nikita holding one of her
breasts and feeding her nipple to him.

   Mary had forgotten about her too!  But this was different.  Who the hell
did he think he was?!  Jealousy sprang out.  But just as quickly she
realized that was silly.  It only took her a second to realize.  But he was
sucking on her, like a baby, suckling would be a better word.  Just like he
did to her earlier that day!  God this was confusing, and all of this
running through Mary's mind in a fraction of a second.

   Nikita was standing next to him as he sat in a barstool.  She had one
hand around his head, the other feeding her breast to him.  Then she also
had one leg up, and it was pushing against his cock in his pants!  Wow,
talk about doing three things at once!

   Keeping my eyes on them Mary stood and turned, backing myself up to Mr.
Meyers.  With his hands on her hips he guided me down.  Ohhh yess, he was
thicker than Mark.  She moved slowly, until she was fully down against him
and began to grind.

   Mary watched as Niki pulled Mark's head up and kissed him.  Full out,
sucking on his lips, his tongue.  It was very hot.  Then she turned and
looked over and saw me watching.  She left Mark and walked over to us.  Her
mouth was on Mary's, kissing here exactly the same as she had him!  Mary
had never kissed a girl, never even considered it.  But this kiss, oh my
god.  Mayr had never felt anything like it.  It was amazing.  So full of
passion, of sensuality!  And when she pulled away it was like a part of
Mary was suddenly missing.  There was a hole where something was missing
from her soul.  Wow!

   Then her hand was in Mary's hair, and she was pulling her towards her
breast.  They were perfect breasts.  As Mary sat there grinding on this man
twice her age, she could honestly say that she never wanted anything more.
And here she was offering them to her.

   Mary's mouth closed around Nikita's nipple.  In that moment she
understood Mark's obsession with her breasts and her nipples.  Nikita's
breasts were as large as mine but naturally so, Mary's hands came up to
feel them, weigh them, tease them.  Her areoles were big and flat and dark.
Mary held one between my teeth and felt Nikita shudder.

   Nikita dropped to her knees, her face in Mary's.  She whispers "watch
this" and pulls back to let Mary watch her cup Mr.  Meyers' balls.  Mary
immediately felt him surge inside of her.  He was yelling out and she could
feel the cum push up inside of her.  This prompted Mary's own orgasm.  She
felt like she could feel every pulse, every drop, warming her from the
inside as her contractions squeezed him.

   Nikita was milking his balls, making sure Mary got every drop.  Mary
leaned back against Mr.  Meyers closing her eyes.  Nikita was there, her
hands between them.  Sliding up over Mary's belly, her breasts, down her
thighs.  God that felt great!  She felt him slip from her, and then Nikis
hair against her thighs.

   Mary looked and she had his softening cock in her mouth.  Her tongue
leaving no part untouched, cleaning him.  Then her mouth was on Mary.  This
caught her by surprise!  Mary had just cum twice in the last hour and a
half.  She was sensitive as hell.  But Nikita was so tender, patient.  Mary
could feel the cum draining from her, and knew Nikita was getting it all.
After what must have been 20 minutes and another mini orgasm, Nikita
finally pulled away.

   Mary fell into Mr.  Meyers arms, they both watched as Nikita crawled
over to Mark.  She literally crawled, like a sexy cat.  He was in the
chair, naked.  Poor Mark Mary thought, she was totally spent and he was
throbbing.

   Nikita moved to take him into her mouth, but instead stopped just short.
The tip of his cock close to her mouth.  Gripping him at the base she let
some cum slide from her lips.  Down it trailed, over his cock as she began
to stroke him slowly, but very firmly.

   The cum was still slowly pouring down from her mouth, over his cock,
lubricating her hand.  Then when she wrapped her hand around his balls he
began to cum.  I was obvious he was, but there was no cum for a second and
she gripped him very tightly.  Then when she let go a jet blasted upward,
into her mouth just as she closed her lips around him.

   She milked him as she had Mr.  Meyers, letting him grow soft in her
mouth.  Then she climbed onto him, straddling his hips as her mouth covered
his.  The kiss was just as passionate as before, except this time there was
cum on their lips, in their mouth, it was running down his chin.  It was
the hottest thing Mary had ever seen.  But then it had been a trip for that
hadn't it!

   Over the next few months, they visited San Diego several more times. 
Though that first trip was what brought in a new adventure and openness to
Mark and Mary's relationship.
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