I’d just started a new job and had only been there two weeks.  There were two women there who gave me instant hard ons whenever I saw them and both for similar reasons.  I’m a leg man and I’m into good legs, high heels and sexy feet.  Blayne was in her early forties, had long black hair that hung down to the middle of her back and she had superb legs.  She knew it to and she always wore high heels to accentuate them.  In the two weeks I’d been there I never saw her in less that a four-inch heel and I never saw her wear the same pair twice.  Sitting directly across from her was Jennifer and she had the sexiest feet that I had ever seen.  And just as Blayne knew she had great legs and displayed them, Jennifer knew that she had sexy feet.  You know how some woman get their nails done with designs on them?  Jennifer had that done to her toenails.  She always wore open toed sandals, had on toe rings and in general displayed her feet to their best advantage.  I had a hard time deciding which one to concentrate my gaze on.  I hadn’t met either of them or spoken to them, but I stared at them surreptitiously every chance I got.

In the middle of my third week I was coming out of the bosses office and I walked right into Jennifer.  The papers she had been carrying flew all over the place and I helped her pick them up.  I noticed that one of the papers that I picked up said, “Proposal for Triple T Sales” and as I handed the papers back to Jennifer I apologized for my clumsiness. 

“Nothing to forgive.  I wasn’t paying an attention to where I was going.  My fault as much as anyone’s.  She stuck out her hand, “Jennifer, and you are?”

I took her hand and said, “I’m Bob.”

“Pleased to meet you Bob” and she headed off to her desk.  Curious, I followed her and when she had sat down I said, “I noticed that one of the papers I picked up said “Triple T Sales” on it.  Are you doing business with them?”

“Don’t I wish.  No, I’ve been trying to get in to see them for months now, but so far I haven’t been able to.  Why?”

“No reason.  I used to work there so I was curious.  You know anything about old cars?”

“A little, why?”

“Just curious” I said and I left her and got back to work.

The next day I stopped by her desk and said good morning.  I noticed that Blayne’s desk appeared empty and I recalled that I hadn’t seen her for a couple of days.  “Blayne on vacation?”

“No, she quit last Friday.  You will just have to settle for me now” and she swung her feet out from under her desk, “Like the new design?  You don’t think the color is too bright, do you?”

So much for the surreptitious viewing.  I blushed and handed her the bag I was carrying.

“What’s this?”

“A way that might help you get something that you want.”

Inside the bag was a ball cap with the Triple T Sales logo on it.

  “Pat and Alex, the owners of Triple T, are car buffs.  They belong to a Model A club that meets at seven-thirty in the morning every Wednesday at Suzie’s Restaurant in Franktown.  Bone up on Model As, put on the ball cap and show up at the meeting.  Good luck.”

The next several weeks were busy ones and I was rarely in the office so I didn’t have much chance to drool over Jennifer’s feet, but I did see her almost everyday at the B and B Café which was where I always had my lunch.  Then I had to spend a week tied to my desk and I looked forward to feasting my eyes on Jennifer’s pretty toes, but it turned out that she was on vacation that week.  The following Monday she came in the front door at eight in the morning and headed straight for my desk.  She handed me a book and said, “I trust your judgement.  Pick out what you think are the sexiest” and then she went to her desk and attacked the papers that had accumulated while she was gone.  I looked at the book she had given me and saw that it was a catalog for a company that sold shoes.  Not just any shoes, but high heels of all styles from classic CFMs to strappy sandals and high-heeled boots.  I picked out the pair that I thought would look the sexiest on Jennifer, circled the stock number and took the catalog over to her at her desk.  She smiled and said, “Did you miss me?”

I smiled back at her and said, “If you know to ask the question, you already know the answer.” And I went back to my desk.

A week later she came into work and stopped by my desk, “You were right, they make my feet look sexy as all get out.”

I looked down and saw that she had on the pair of shoes that I had chosen.  From then on almost every day she showed me the latest design on her toenails, her new toe rings and every new pair of shoes she bought.  I think she even went through her closet to find pairs of shoes that I’d never seen her in.  I was having trouble trying to figure out what was going on.  She was married, but she was acting like a teenager with me.  Every time she showed me something new or asked for my opinion on something I knew she was teasing me and she knew that I knew.  I was loving it, but I was not understanding it.

“Why don’t you ever ask me out for lunch?  We go to the same place every day, but we don’t go together.”

“Because I’m afraid that I might upset the balance of this weird relationship we have.  Asking you out, even if only for lunch, might seem to you like I’m pushing the boundaries and you might back off.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m having the time of my life teasing you.  God only knows why you put up with it, but it won’t be me who ends it.”

“Okay, have lunch with me today.”

I was halfway through my salad when I felt her foot rubbing my leg.  I looked over at her and she grinned at me, “its called escalation.”

“Why?”

“Maybe I’m curious to see how far I can go before you stop me.”

“What if you go too far and I crack and push you down on a desk and ravish you?”

“You won’t do that.  If I thought you were that kind of guy this would never have gotten started.”

“Now that is a cold shot at my ego.  What is it, I’m not man enough, or is it that I’m just such a super nice guy?”

“The last.”

Her foot had reached mid-thigh and if she was figuring on me stopping things she was in for a big surprise.  As stealthily as I could I unzipped my pants and took out my cock and then I just sat there and waited.  She was still grinning at me; “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Only if I can ask you one first.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“You say that you are having the time of your life teasing me.  Just what do you get out of it?”

“I get myself horny as all get out and then I go home and screw my husbands brains out.  Which brings me to my question.  Could you watch your wife make love to another man?”

“I don’t know.  I’ve never been married and I haven’t had a girl friend in over six months, but thinking on it I would have to say no.  Why?”

“One more first.  Could you eat a pussy after another man had cum in it?”

“It would depend on the girl and the circumstances, but the honest answer is that I have.”

She gasped, “Really?  You really have done it?”

“A few times.  What is this all about Jennifer?”

“My husband has a fantasy.  He wants me to make love to another man while he watches from the closet.  He brought it up a year ago and he keeps after me to try it at least once.  I laughed at him because I thought he was joking.  But then he started bring home magazines full of stories from men who like to watch and then he showed me Internet sites that post stories of men watching their wives and girl friends.  I read a couple of them and they all sound so phony.  I tried to show him that the story or letter was written by someone who was just putting his own fantasy on paper.  In real life men don’t do things like that.”

“I hate to break the news to you Jennifer, but oh yes they do.”

“No way.”

“When I was in college I met a woman who took me home with her and then spent three hours wringing me dry.  When she was done she told me that I had to leave because it was her husbands turn. The man came out of the bedroom closet saying, “Damned right it’s my turn now.”  Another time I picked up a blond at a bar and did her in the bar parking lot.  We were going at it hot and heavy when I saw movement outside the car.  I looked over and saw a guy looking in at us and the blond said, “Don’t mind him, that’s just my husband – he likes to watch.”  It does happen in real life Jennifer, trust me on that.”

“Oh wow.  Well the thing is, he has been bringing it up more and more lately and it has coincided with me going home and fucking his brains out.  He thinks it is happening because I’m starting to get turned on by the idea of giving him his fantasy.  And if that isn’t bad enough the fantasy has changed a little.  Now he wants to go down on me after I screw the other man.”

The subject of our conversation had had an effect on my cock and it was now sticking up out of my fly like an iron bar.  Jennifer’s foot was only inches away and I wondered if she would back off before she got there.

“Why are you telling me all this Jennifer?”

“I don’t know.  I guess maybe I wanted another man’s perspective on it.”

“You going to do it?”

“Oh God no!  I could never go with another guy; that would be cheating, it would mean breaking my marriage vows and I could never do that.”

Suddenly her eyes got big and she gasped – her foot had touched my exposed cock – and she pulled her foot back so fast she almost tipped over in her chair.  I sat there with an innocent look on my face and said, “Something the matter?”

She was a little flustered as she got up out of her chair, “We need to get back to the office.”

The next three days I was out of the office and I didn’t see Jennifer.  Friday I was in the office to clear up some paper work and Jennifer walked over to my desk.  “You have anything going tonight that you have to leave right at quitting time?”

“No, not really.”

“Stick around after everyone leaves.”

“Why, what’s up?”

“You’ll see.”

At five I puttered at my desk as one by one my co-workers cleared their desks and headed home for the weekend.  When the last one was gone Jennifer came and got me and led me to the room where the copy machine and office supplies were kept and then she spun around, threw her arms around me and kissed me.  Not a peck on the cheek, but a passionate full court press with her tongue darting into my mouth.  It took me a second to get over the surprise, but then I returned it.  It was a hot, steamy kiss and lasted a while.  When Jennifer pulled her mouth away from me she said:

 “That was for the ball cap” and then she moved back into me and said, “This one is for the tip on Suzie’s Restaurant.”

 The second kiss was even more passionate than the first and lasted about twice as long.  I’m only human and I really wanted to hang onto the strange relationship I had with Jennifer, but my cock had a mind of it’s own.  It grew and pressed into Jennifer and she didn’t pull back. Her hand slid down my chest to my crotch and she stroked my erection through my trousers.  She broke the kiss and then said in a low, husky voice:

 “And this is your share of the commission I got for landing the deal.”

 She went to her knees in front of me, opened my fly and reached inside for my cock.  She gave me the best head I had ever gotten and when I told her I was going to cum she ignored me and when I blew she took it all.  I helped her to her feet and pulled her to me and kissed her.  Our tongues swirled and I tasted myself and I held the kiss until we both needed to breathe.

“Why?” I asked, “What changed since the last time we talked?  What about the marriage vows and all that?”

“Things change lover.  I’ve decided to give Steve his fantasy, at least sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I don’t even know if I can make love to another man, let alone in front of Steve while he watches.  You will be my test case lover.  Do you have a place where we can go?”

“My apartment.  What do you mean, test case?”

“I don’t know if I can go through with it.  You might be a half-inch away from doing it when I freak out and decide that I can’t.  If I back out it will just be another tease, won’t it?  I know you can handle my teasing baby, that’s why I picked you.  You want to take the gamble?”

“You want to go in my car or follow me?”

“I’ll follow lover, but don’t be surprised if I’m not behind you when you get to your place.”

She was still behind me when we pulled into my apartment parking lot.  I did have to pull her through the door and it took almost an hour of heavy necking and foreplay to get the head of my cock to within an inch of her pussy lips.  Ever the gentleman I said: 

“Last chance Jennifer; two more seconds and it is a done deal.”

  She was looking into my eyes and her lower lip was quivering, but she didn’t say anything and then I was in and Jennifer was moaning and scratching, and biting and beating her heels on the backs of my legs.  Twice I was on the verge of cumming and I slowed down.  I didn’t know what my new relationship with Jennifer was going to be so I wanted things to last.  I tried to slow down and stop a third time, but it wasn’t to be.  I erupted and pumped what felt like a gallon of sperm into Jennifer’s hot cavern and as I pulled my limp dick out of her I saw her grimace and then she said, “Oh shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I got stupid and let you cum in me.  I forgot all about the condom I had in my purse.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.  It’s your proof so that Steve will know that you finally did. what he wanted.”

“Oh no, sweet Jesus no.  Steve can’t ever know about this.”

“Why not?  Isn’t it what he wanted?”

“No.  He wants to watch.  He wasn’t here to see this so as far as he would be concerned he would consider this cheating.  I only did this to see if I could let another man do me.  Oh no lover, Steve can never know about this.”

“So, now that you know you can are you going to give him his fantasy?”

“I don’t know lover, ask me in a week after I’ve gotten used to doing it with you.”

The next week Jennifer and I took long lunches at my apartment and a couple of times she ‘worked late’ at my place.  One day during our lunch break she said, “Remember I once asked you if you could eat a pussy after another man had cum in it?”

“Yes, I remember.” 

“Do you remember your answer?”

“Yeah, I told you that I had.”

She was silent for several moments and then she said, “Steve made love to me before I left for work this morning.  He’s still in me.”

“What are you getting at Jennifer?”

She looked away from me and gave a little shrug, “I don’t know, I just thought…maybe you…oh never mind lover,” and she finished undressing and walked over and got on the bed.

I knew what she was asking and I went over to the bed and smiled down at her, “Of course I will baby, of course I will.”

Twice more during that week she brought me ‘gifts’ from home.  At the end of the week I asked her if she was ready to tell Steve he would get his fantasy.

“I don’t know.  I mean I know now that I can make love to a man not my husband, but I don’t know if I can do it with Steve watching.  It is a fantasy.  What if once it happens it turns him off instead of on and he throws me out of the house?”

“Good news for me.  I’d move you in here in a heartbeat.”

“That’s sweet of you lover, but you know what I mean.  I know I’m acting like a slut with you, but I’m really doing it for Steve.  The only reason I can do it with you is because I can trust you not to try and take advantage of the situation.”

“Just what does that mean?”

“It means that I know you won’t try and break up my marriage by getting emotionally involved and trying to get me to leave Steve for you.”

“I won’t?”

“No lover, you won’t.  You are a super nice guy and you know what I’m trying to do.  To you this is just a more intense form of teasing, right?”

Well no Jennifer, I thought, that isn’t quite right.  I do want to steal you from your husband, but you are right in that I won’t.  Not because I’m a nice guy, but because it would change the way the way you look at me.  “So, what’s the plan?” I asked.

“I guess I’m going to have to find out if he really means it.  If he does, you will be the one who does it, okay?”

“No, not okay.”

“But you have to.  I couldn’t do it with anybody else.”

“Sorry Jennifer, but no.”

“Why not?  You told me that you did before.”

“Yes, but I didn’t know that he was there.  If I had known I’d have been nervous and probably wouldn’t have been able to get it up.  In your case I’d have the additional worry that your husband might suddenly decide he didn’t like seeing me with you and he might come out of the closet swinging.  No Jennifer, sorry, but it won’t be me.”

Things cooled down between us after that and for the rest of that week and all of the next week there were no more long lunches or working late, and in fact, damned little interaction between us at all.

Then one day she came up to me, “I’m being a bitch and I apologize.  Lunch today?  A long one maybe?”

After a rather strenuous lunch she said, “I’ve decided to give Steve his fantasy, but I’ll need your help.”

“I told you no Jennifer, no way that I’ll do it.”

“Yes you can because you won’t have to do it in front of him.  I’m still not sure that he really wants it, or can handle it even if he says he does.  I’m going to run a test and I need your help.”

“A test?”

“Yep.  I’m going to kind of fire a warning shot across his bows and see how he reacts.”

The next morning, after she had taken her shower, Jennifer had approached her husband and had handed him a magic marker.  She told him to print the time and date on the right cheek of her ass and then initial it.  When he asked what she was up to she told him that it was part of a surprise she had for him that night when she got home from work.  That night Jennifer and I waited around until the building had cleared out and then we went into the supply room and turned on the copier.  While it warmed up the both of us stripped and when the copy machine was ready Jennifer got up and sat down on it so that her right butt cheek was on the glass and then I climbed up and dicked her.  It took nine tries before we got it right, but the end result was a picture of Jennifer’s ass showing the markings that her husband had put on her and showing my cock.  The angle was all wrong to show my cock actually in her, but it was still proof that Jennifer was having something to do with a cock other than her husbands.  When she had a picture that she was satisfied with we both dressed, Jennifer kissed me, said, “Wish me luck lover” and she headed home.

I came out of a sound sleep and looked at the bedside clock.  It was two in the morning and some one was pounding on my apartment door.  It was Jennifer and she was red-eyed and had obviously been crying.  She pushed past me and dropped down on my couch.

 “I take it that things did not go well?”

Jennifer started crying, “He called me a whore.  He called me a fucking whore and told me I disgusted him and then he told me to get my worthless ass out of his sight.”

It took me a while to get her settled down and get the full story out of her.  She had gone home, fixed a steak dinner and had opened a bottle of wine and then she told him that she was going to give him his fantasy.  She explained her worries and told him she wouldn’t feel comfortable bringing someone else into the bedroom unless she really knew that he could handle it and then she had handed him the picture.  He took it, looked at his markings and my cock, and then he looked back up at her, crumpled up the picture and threw it in her face.

“You fucking whore!  You worthless fucking piece of shit whore!”

“What’s wrong baby, it is what you wanted.”

“No it isn’t what I fucking wanted.  It was a fantasy for Christ’s sake.  You were supposed to finally agree and then we would do some role-playing.  You were never supposed to let another man touch you.  What the fuck is wrong with you anyway?  Why in God’s name would you think that I would want a whore for a wife?  That picture is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.  You disgust me Jennifer, get your worthless fucking ass out of my sight.”

The divorce was final six months later and one month after that Jennifer and I were married.  It was on our first anniversary that things started to come unglued.  Jennifer was waiting for me when I got home.  She was naked except for high heels and thigh highs.  She led me to the bedroom and she got on the bed and spread her legs wide, “Eat me lover, eat my pussy.”

I lowered my face and the first swipe of my tongue told me that she had just recently been fucked.  I jerked my head up to look at her and saw her looking down at me.

“Steve.  He stopped by with some papers he needed me to sign.  We got to talking and one thing led to another and I’m afraid I was bad.  You don’t mind, do you?  After all, it should only be fair that he have a taste of your wife since you had a taste of his.  He apologized for the way he acted and said he was sorry.  He says that he knows that it is too late for him to get me back, but he has decided that he really does want to watch me fuck another man.  Would you do that lover?  Would you fuck me while he watches?”

“You fucking slut!  You delicious slutty bitch” I cried as I buried my face back in her pussy and ate her out.  I don’t know why, but it was the most satisfying sex that we’d ever had.  I fucked her, I ate her, she sucked my cock and I fucked her again.  I buried my cock in her tight asshole and after I’d cum she grabbed a wash rag, cleaned my cock, sucked me hard and I fucked her again.  I fucked her a total of five times before I couldn’t get it up again.  I was lying next to her exhausted and I said, “Did he really ask you if he could watch you and me?”

“Yes he did.  I told him that I didn’t know if you would go along with it.  I’m so glad you did because I’ve always felt like I owed him something.”

“What do you mean you’re glad I did?”

“He is in the closet lover.  He went in there as soon as you got home.”

I looked over at the closet to see the door open and a man come out.  He was smiling and stroking a hard on.  “Since it doesn’t look like you can use her for a while mind if I get rid of this boner?”

I looked at the asshole like he was from fucking Mars and I was just getting ready to tell him to get the fuck out of my house when I heard Jennifer say, “Please baby, please?”