Title: A Promotion and a Bonus Author: Kristen Kathleen Becker, SHATTIMS Summary: A young wife finds her husband a terrible disappointment in bed, and discovers in another man's arms what she is missing, while at the same time her husband discovers what he really wants. Keywords: M+F, cons, wife, mast --------------------------------------------------------------------- The first half of this story was written by Kristen Kathleen Becker (yes, *the* Kristen) as "Consenting Adults". Kristen's story was superbly written, and I loved it, but it ended on a downbeat note just when I hoped it would soar even higher. I have kept her story essentially unchanged, with only a few grammatical corrections I am sure she would approve of. My contribution is a continuation of her story. I have provided it as a second chapter, and clearly noted the change of authorship. I have read that Kristen is no longer active in ASSTR, so I have not tried to get permission for reprinting her story. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Consenting Adults by Kristen Kathleen Becker Andrea stood gazing at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. She had just pulled off her T-shirt and was standing in the little cubical in just her panties. Since her breasts weren't all that large she often went without a bra. She wondered why she hadn't worn a bra that day; she knew that she was going shopping for new clothes, and would've normally put one on for modesty's sake. For a nervous moment, Andrea looked around the booth wondering if there were security cameras or two-way mirrors being used. She couldn't see anything that looked suspicious, but the thought that some stranger might be looking at her almost nude body made her feel strangely aroused. This feeling was happening more and more lately, she realized. Andrea, at 20, had been married for almost six months, and prior to her marriage to Michael she had worked very hard to make herself into the perfect woman for him. Never having been a slouch, Andrea nevertheless worked out to tone her body to perfection. She had spent afternoons at the beach perfecting her tan, and even had her teeth whitened so her new husband would have the perfect bride on their wedding night. Andrea sighed as she looked with satisfaction at her reflection in the dressing-room mirror. She had perfected her body for her man, and she knew that she looked desirable because there was never a day that some guy wouldn't comment on her looks, or ask her for a date. She was glad that men hit on her; otherwise she would've begun to wonder about herself. A shadow of unhappiness crossed Andrea's lovely face as she thought about Michael. She had been a virgin when they were married, and she hadn't known exactly what to expect on their wedding night. But she knew that there should have been more than a few kisses and Michael passing out still in his tux sprawled across their bed. Since their wedding night, Andrea and Michael had made love exactly 16 times. Andrea made a quick calculation and decided that that was something less than four times a month. She didn't know if that was normal, but she did know that she wanted more, lots more. Forcing her mind back to the task at hand, Andrea looked one last time at her naked body -- wishing that she were in bed with her handsome husband receiving the attention that she craved. Then with a sigh of resignation she slipped the pretty black cocktail dress over her head and adjusted the hem evenly at thigh level. She did a quick pirouette glancing behind herself at her reflection, and she liked what she saw. "If this doesn't do anything for Michael, then nothing will," she thought. -=*=- Michael had come home early from work that day, and stood watching as his wife pulled into the driveway. As he watched her unloading her packages from the car, he felt a bit like a voyeur. It made him horny watching his pretty wife going about her daily routine not knowing that he was there. She was dressed in nothing exotic, just jeans and a T-shirt, but he appreciated the body that was underneath those ordinary clothes. He glanced down and was pleasantly surprised to see that he had an erection. He knew that his wife was less than satisfied with his performance in the sex department. It wasn't anything she had said -- but he could see the look of disappointment in her lovely eyes every time he told her that 'maybe later', that he wasn't in the mood. Michael had never been as interested in sex as his buddies while growing up, but it never really mattered until he'd met Andrea. It had been his idea to wait until they were married to have sex -- he was afraid that if he couldn't get it up she might not stay with him. But now that they were married he felt an incredible pressure to perform, and he knew that he was failing. As he watched his luscious wife walk up the drive his erection shrank and his momentary lust with it. He wanted to take her to bed in the worst way -- he wanted to enjoy that beautiful body that no other man had ever sampled, but the pressure to perform was just too much and he couldn't stay hard. As Andrea opened the front door her husband was there to help her with the packages. "Hi sweetie, you're home early," she said in surprise. "Yeah, the boss told me to take off early so we could get ready for the trip. Did you get everything you needed?" Michael asked. "Yes honey, I bought an outrageously expensive dress for the party, and with my other outfits I think I'll have everything I need." Andrea was a little worried about their upcoming trip, but refused to let it show. She didn't really want to spend the week between Christmas and New Year's at Michael's boss's place in the mountains. But Michael had said that an invitation to the "mountain home" was something that any employee of Microcosm Inc. would die for. It showed that you had arrived as far as the company was concerned. Only the privileged few were ever invited to the Hanson residence, and an invitation for a whole week meant promotion time, Michael had said. "When do we leave?" Andrea wanted to know. "I think as soon as possible, it's about a 3-hour drive and the last thing I want is to be late." Andrea asked, "Do you know who all's going to be there?" "Just Mr. Hanson, his latest girlfriend, the Bellamys and us. This will be some real quality time, and I just know that I'm in line for a huge raise. You'll be living high on the hog once this week is over. I expect to get the comptroller's vacancy, which means another hundred grand a year," Michael laughed in delight, the unhappy thoughts of only moments before completely forgotten. -=*=- All during the three hour trip Michael was fun and entertaining. His smiling face, his funny jokes and the love that he obviously felt for her captivated Andrea. She watched his face in the glow of the dash lights as they sped through the night toward his boss's mountain retreat. He was so animated, so fun loving that Andrea forgot their problems and snuggled close to Michael as they traveled up the mountain road. Michael was feeling good, he felt his wife's adoring eyes on him and put his arm around her shoulders, steering with one hand. They laughed and talked about unimportant things. Andrea who had been frustrated by her husband's lack of response earlier in the day, placed her hand in his lap. To her surprise Michael didn't seem to mind. In the past when she had initiated anything sexual he would tense up, and things would become forced. Andrea looked at the dash clock. They would be at their destination within the hour. She looked down at her husband's lap and watched as her fingers massaged him to semi-hardness. She so wanted to see him erect, she hadn't gotten enough of him since they were married and she was still curious about a man's sexual parts and how they worked. With an impish smile on her lovely face Andrea pulled at Michael's zipper, opening his fly, and reached inside. Michael said in a merry tone, "Whoa, baby! You wanta cause an accident or something?'" "No sweetheart, you keep your eyes on the road and I'll keep mine on your lap. If we both do what we're concentrating on then we'll be just fine!" Andrea dug around in Michael's pants for a moment, fishing out his semi-hard penis. She could barely see the head of it in the dim light from the dash, so she tugged his belt lose and opened his pants wide. Michael began to feel a little nervous, he knew what his pretty wife had in mind. He wished he'd taken a shower before they had left the house - what if he smelled? What if she was turned off because he wasn't clean? Andrea looked longingly at Michael's manhood. She didn't get to have it often, but when she did she was instantly wet. She felt so hot at that moment all she wanted to do was to climb up between Michael and the steering wheel and fuck his brains out, making him have to peer around her thrusting body to keep the car on the road. That thought brought Andrea's blood pressure up nicely, as well as her arousal level. 'God, she needed Michael,' she thought. 'Maybe I could get him to stop the car and we could do it in the back seat!' To Andrea's horror, just as she was thinking about fucking her husband in the back seat, she felt his penis begin to shrink in her hand. 'NO! Please NO!' she screamed silently in despair. 'How could he get soft now of all times? Was she so unattractive? What had she done to turn him off?' Michael felt the familiar shame as his dick flopped around in his wife's hand. She had been massaging him in prelude to giving him oral sex. She'd tried to do that to him once before but it had made him feel too nervous then, and it was having the same effect on him this time. Knowing that he needed to say something, Michael mumbled, "I'm sorry baby, I'm just not in the mood right now, maybe later when we get up the mountain." Andrea nodded numbly and said, "Sure honey, we'll see how it goes." The young couple drove on in silence, Michael selfconsciously zipping himself up, while Andrea felt the moistness between her legs that only a moment before had been molten hot -- begin to cool and feel uncomfortable as she sat in miserable disappointment. -=*=- Mr. Hanson greeted the young couple in the drive to the large house tucked away deep within the forest. They had driven a full 20 minutes down his private drive after leaving the county road before noticing the lights that marked the existence of his palatial rustic getaway. Andrea felt a little overpowered by this bear of a man. He was almost 50 but seemed as powerful as a bull, always talking a little louder, laughing with a little more zest than anyone else around him. She had met him twice before -- the first time had been at his city apartment when Michael had first been hired. All the young executives were invited to a get-to-know-you dinner with the boss. He had been the picture of solicitude toward her that evening and she'd been impressed. The second time was when she had come down to the office to bring Michael some papers that he'd left on his home office desk by mistake. Both Andrea and Michael had been surprised that Mr. Hanson had popped into Michael's office to welcome her. He had taken her hand and squeezed it warmly, then kissed the back of it in the best tradition of a European courtier. Andrea was pleased that he seemed to remember her, and flattered by the attention that he showered on her while she was at the office. He even gave her the VIP tour of the FAB and offices. They both had to change into sterile clothing and wear a shower-cap type of head covering to go into the FAB area. It was only a week later that Michael had received the invitation to the mountain home. And both of them were impressed by the magnificence of the place. It turned out that Mr. Hanson owned over 1500 acres and about 17 out buildings, as well as the 10,000-sq. ft. main house. -=*=- Andrea wasn't surprised that Michael was too tired to do anything that night. She admitted to herself that she would have been shocked if he had. She lay restless in bed beside her husband wishing that he would take her in his arms and make love to her. She felt herself flush as she thought of him thrusting deeply into her, of her legs wrapped around his strong young body, thrusting back at him with matching lust. Tears rolled down Andrea's soft cheeks as she silently cried herself to sleep. -=*=- The morning shown in gloriously through the large multi-paned window of their bedroom. The early morning sun shown upon the handsome young couple as Lambert Hanson slowly massaged his aching cock, sitting in front of the video display. He could see the object of his new found lust half uncovered, lying sprawled on one side of the bed. She was laying face down, and he could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He was pleased that there was no tan line on her back, and even more pleased that he'd been right when he'd figured that she had a fabulous body. It was even better in real life that he'd imagined. Lambert was a little surprised that the young couple hadn't screwed each other the night before. He knew that he wouldn't have missed that chance if he'd been Michael. He squeezed his fully erect cock and began to pump it again as the handsome young man stirred, waking his pretty wife. He was immensely pleased and aroused when Andrea turned over and sat up. God, she was beautiful! Lambert wondered how her husband ever got anything done. That body was so perfect, so luscious that he couldn't believe that she was real for a moment. Then she got out of bed and Lambert began to spurt little gobs of come from his raging hardon as he watched her walk to the bathroom. She was truly perfect in every way, his dream woman. His orgasm was a surprise, more so since he'd fucked Marla twice the night before -- pretending that she was Andrea. He'd watched the young couple ready themselves for bed the night before and had stood there amazed while Michael's beautiful wife undressed revealing her gorgeous body. Lambert had been fired up -- expecting a good show. But when nothing happened between them that night, he'd gone to bed with an extra big load to expend. Marla, his current girlfriend, had been a little surprised at his intensity, but had accepted his violent lovemaking as part of his unpredictability -- which she enjoyed. He could hear Marla moving around in the bedroom, and knew that he didn't have much time left. But he could only stare as Andrea came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, drying her hair, and Michael walked past her to take his own shower. 'What was wrong with that limp-dick anyway,' he wondered. -=*=- As the week progressed Lambert's little spying act continued to show very little in the way of intimacy between the two beautiful young people. In fact they had made love only once since they had been there, and frankly, it hadn't looked all that satisfying for Andrea. It had been on Wednesday night; they had all gone to the local nightclub in Martinsville, about 20 miles away. After an evening of entertainment and lots of dancing, (Lambert had danced with Andrea every chance he got.) they had returned to his mountain home and after a nightcap, each couple had gone to their rooms. Lambert as usual left Marla to herself for a time, explaining that he had a little business to complete before going to bed. He'd headed to his office not expecting anything out of the ordinary. But when he turned on the monitor he was instantly riveted to the screen. There they were, Andrea underneath Michael, her knees raised slightly, legs spread a little, with Michael plowing away, grunting each time he came to rest. This scene made Lambert instantly hard, the couple before him were very good looking, there was no denying that. But he could tell that even though they were screwing each other, and hadn't had sex for at least several days prior, Michael didn't look like he was enjoying himself as much as he should have. Lambert actually became angry when he looked at Michael's beautiful wife, laying there, eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations her husband was giving her. He could tell that she was enjoying herself, there was no doubt as she hugged him to her and wrapped those beautiful tanned legs around his body and thrust desperately back at him. He could also see her abject disappointment as her husband's body tensed and jerked as he came in her after only a minute. When Michael pulled out of his wife causing her to moan her need for satisfaction, Lambert decided that he would take over for that hopeless fool. He wondered to himself, 'How could any man not take care of a woman like that?' -=*=- On Thursday morning, Lambert Hanson asked Michael to stay behind for a talk about his future. Andrea didn't want to go to the lake if her husband wasn't coming with her, but Lambert insisted that they would be in a meeting most of the morning and that she shouldn't put a damper on everyone else's day. So she reluctantly went with the others for a day of water skiing and sun on the lake. -=*=- The two men were sitting on the large veranda at the back of the house, the older man looking out at the panoramic scene as he spoke, "Michael, I've decided to promote you. As of now, you're the Comptroller, and your new salary is $400,000 a year plus a 22% bonus if you bring the company in at budget." Lambert turned to watch carefully as the young man stood there in silent shock. Michael had expected a hundred grand, but a three hundred thousand dollar raise was beyond his immediate comprehension. Finally he said, "Thank you Mr. Hanson, I didn't expect that kind of generosity, but you can bet I'll give you your money's worth." "Don't be such an innocent Michael, that money is way over the rate paid for the job. I'm not paying you that kind of salary just for the Comptrollers job. I want something else from you too." Michael sat down in an overstuffed leather chair. He could hear the sound that the leather made as it gave under his weight. 'What on earth was this man saying?' He couldn't imagine what Mr. Hanson was getting at, but he sure wanted that fabulous salary. "Well, what do you want me to do sir? I realize that four hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money, and I'm willing to do just about anything short of murder to earn it!" "Good! And don't worry about having to murder anybody, all I want is free access to your wife." As he said that, Lambert looked closely at the young man. This was the critical moment, would he protest, would he fight for his woman? "I don't understand sir, what is it you want with my wife?" Michael sat up straight with a confused look on his face. "I thought that I had made myself plain young man. If you are that dense maybe I've made a mistake in promoting you to comptroller," Lambert glared at Michael hoping to intimidate him. Michael had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. 'What the fuck was he saying? He wants to screw my wife, is that it? He would pay me a fabulous amount of money, just to have sex with my wife.' This was just too bizarre -- he had to ask again. "Let me get this straight sir. You want me to let you have sex with my wife. In return, I get the job and all the money you've offered. Is that right?" "Yes," was all that Lambert said in response. He waited, almost holding his breath. Michael was in shock, but he had just enough presence of mind to say, "Andrea would never agree to anything like that, I can't 'make' her do it." "I'm not asking you to do anything, all I said is that I wanted free access to her. If she wants to play the faithful little wife then I won't hold it against you. What I want from you is to keep your mouth shut and let nature take its course. If you don't get in the way, that'll be enough to keep your job and that nice big salary." Then to Michael's further shock, Mr. Hanson went on to say, "And besides, your wife isn't all that happy in the bedroom department now is she?" Michael stood up like a rocket. Had Andrea confided in this man, had she suggested this plan of action to him? He couldn't believe that his loving wife could have humiliated him like this, he loved her, and he knew that she loved him back. But a doubt gnawed away at him -- he knew that Lambert was right, he was terrible in bed. Maybe that was too much for his beautiful young wife to accept, maybe her hormones had made her go to this virile older man. "Okay Mr. Hanson. If Andrea wants you she can have you, but I still think that you'll be disappointed when she turns you down," said Michael as he tried to sound confident. "That's all I ask my boy, that and when she comes to you, you don't say anything against the idea. If you remain silent on the subject, you've done your job, and you'll get ahead in my company, I promise you." The older man looked pleased with himself; the younger one looked a little green around the gills as he received his instruction for that evening. -=*=- It had been a wonderful afternoon at the lake, Andrea had enjoyed herself immensely. She wasn't used to so much attention. Everywhere they went, she was singled out by some man or group of men. Some of them offered crude whistles, but others just fell all over themselves to help her do little things. It would have been embarrassing but for her companions who kept making kind jokes about the locals, and how they weren't used to seeing such beauty around those parts. After almost six months of doubt about her sex appeal, this trip was a real ego boost for her. She had thoroughly enjoyed herself, and she wanted to get home to make love to Michael. She felt so sexy, he'd surely let her have him tonight if she asked nicely. -=*=- Thursday night was enjoyable too, it was "party night" and some of the people from the office had been invited up to the mountain retreat, as well as a few locals. Andrea was dressed in her new black cocktail dress, and Michael looked so handsome in his tuxedo as they entered the main hall and reception area. She checked out her reflection in the large mirrors facing the hall area one last time, and was more than satisfied with the impression that her short clingy dress made. So was Lambert Hanson. He found it a little hard to breathe as he watched his new comptroller and his beautiful wife enter the hall. She was absolutely gorgeous in that skimpy black dress. He had the urge to push her to the floor in front of everyone and give her some serious face. 'God, there couldn't be more than a couple of inches covering that juicy little twat,' he thought. All night long Lambert hung on to Andrea. He introduced her to important people and danced with her whenever the music allowed. She began to get a little nervous that Michael would get jealous, but every time she looked for him he seemed to be busy in conversation and never met her inquiring eyes. As the evening wound down, Andrea noticed that Mr. Hanson's girlfriend Marla hadn't been around all evening. She inquired innocently, "Mr. Hanson, I haven't seen Marla all evening, is she feeling all right?" She was assured that everything was fine and that Marla just had to leave a day or so early. Giving it no further thought, Andrea went in search of her husband. -=*=- Michael was strangely silent as they undressed for bed that night. As Andrea slipped under the covers, Michael turned out the lights and then as if forgetting something, mumbled that he would be right back. Time must have slipped by because Andrea was awakened as Michael climbed into bed next to her. She was drowsy from the champagne and sleep, but gratefully accepted his arms as they encircled her body, pulling her backward to spoon against his body. Andrea came wide-awake as Michael's hand slid down between her legs! This was something new... Was he going to take the initiative for once? It felt delicious to actually lay there and let him do the work for once. She was so happy -- and so aroused. She tried to turn over to kiss Michael but he held her firmly against his strong body. Wonder of all wonders -- she felt his erection growing as it poked between her thighs from behind. This had never happened before. Completely aroused now, Andrea scrunched down a little, reached between her legs and grasped his stiff manhood in her loving, stroking hands. Mmmm... he felt nice and hard, nice and big, it was like a dream. She began to rub the throbbing head of his shaft against her hot, moist pussy slit. It was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt in her life. To lay there lazily stroking her husband's cock along her pussy-lips, it was so... delicious... Andrea was just too horny to wait any longer. She quietly moaned, "Fuck me, please Michael! Fuck me now ...!" "I'll fuck you beautiful, but you didn't really think Michael could do it, did you?" Andrea tensed as she realized that the man in her bed wasn't her husband. She didn't move as she felt his hand between her legs, his fingers twirling around the little nub of her pleasure. Then he said, "Michael knows I'm here, he also knows what you need, and is willing to let me give it to you." Andrea wanted to scream, to jump up from the bed and run out of the room. 'How could Michael do something like this to me!' She thought. Andrea almost stopped breathing altogether when she realized it was Lambert in bed with her as he said, "You see, I paid him $400,000 for you, and he took the money gladly. But you're worth that and more to me." She lay beside the older man -- stunned -- as he continued to work on her numb body. But the numbness didn't last for long. As she lay there limply, she felt Lambert's big cock find its way further between her legs, it began to insistently poke at her unprotesting opening. After a few moments Andrea realized that he had entered her, not very deeply, because he was coming at her from behind, but as she realized that he was actually fucking her, the floodgates opened. She thought, 'Why not? Her husband didn't seem to care, and it seemed like she had gone "without" forever.' In one violent twisting move, Andrea came to face her lover. Lambert was a little surprised as the supple young woman came up against him so suddenly. He could feel her smooth skin against his, her firm tight breasts with their rock hard nipples pressing against his chest. As she wiggled up against him he thought he might come then and there, just like a teenager. She didn't stop there, She quickly pushed the older man onto his back and climbed aboard. He lay there fascinated by this beautiful woman. He realized that she had discarded her husband and was about to fuck him with all the intensity a young woman could bring to bear. Lambert watched as she placed his huge stiff cock at her entrance and sank down upon it. God, it was better than he'd dreamed! She was so beautiful, and so tight! Andrea smiled down at the older man with an evil grin on her lovely face as she ground against him. "Old man, I hope your heart is in good shape, because I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight. And tomorrow, you can send Michael back to the office and we'll keep at it until we both collapse!" With that, Andrea started riding Lambert's cock like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Within a minute she was screaming at the top of her lungs, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER! OH GOD, LIKE THAT, JUST LIKE THAT!" Lambert tried to quiet her down, but she became louder until they came almost together. Actually Lambert's orgasm started a moment before Andrea's did. Her wild display drove him over the top quickly. As he came in her, he momentarily thought about what he'd say to the guests the next day, he hadn't intended that everyone hear what was taking place. But that thought was only a fleeting one as he almost sat up with the intensity of his orgasm -- Andrea felt him expand and contract inside her and knew that he was filling her with hot come. The thought of a strange man's come inside her body sent her into delicious spasms... "YES... YES... GOD YES! OH FUCK YES!" she screamed. Finally Andrea slumped over Lambert, their sweat soaked bodies pressed together, lungs fighting for air. She could still feel his stiff shaft inside her, twitching, and she shivered again in small multiple orgasms that made her moan with pleasure. Michael stood in the darkened hall, peering through the door. His come was splattered against the hallway wall, and he was breathing as hard as the two people on the bed. If he'd only known earlier how much he liked to watch, things might have been different, he thought sadly. -------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: A New Beginning by SHATTIMS When Michael got back to the office on Monday his earlier sad reaction had changed to excitement. He now knew what would turn both him and Andrea on, and he wasted no time putting his new knowledge to work. As comptroller he of course had access to the personnel records, and his first action, after he was moved into his new office and his computer was set up, was to pull up a list of young single men who worked at the site. He decided he would ignore the assemblers and technicians, at least for now, and focus on the management and engineers. In fact, he had some bridges to mend, so why not start with the guys who thought they had a chance at the comptroller's job? Ah, here was the perfect choice. Dave was 25, very handsome, and with quite a reputation as a ladies' man. Michael was sure that Andrea would not be disappointed. Then he grinned to himself, equally sure that Dave would be far from disappointed. As for himself, he had a huge boner just thinking about it. Michael was about to call Dave and ask him to come up to his office for a chat, when he realized Dave might be somewhat resentful. 'Can't have the master plan start off on a bad foot', Michael thought. So he decided instead to drop by Dave's office. "Hi, Dave, just wanted to drop by and chat a bit." "Michael! Hey, congratulations on your promotion!" "Look, Dave, you don't need to put too brave a face on it. I know you must have been hoping for the job yourself, and frankly, I think you were probably as well qualified as I was. In fact I really want to do something to try to make it up to you." "Ah, don't worry about it. Like you say, you were as well qualified for the job as I was. I'll get my chance later." "Hey, you can count on me to help see to it that you get that chance! But meanwhile I'd like to offer you another treat." 'He has no idea how much of a treat he is being offered.' Michael thought. "I don't think you've met my wife Andrea, but she and I would like to invite you over for dinner." Actually, she didn't know anything about it yet, but Michael certainly hoped she would be in favor of the idea. 'Dinner with the guy who stole my job?' thought Dave. 'He must be crazy.' But then Dave had another thought. He'd heard that Michael's wife was quite a looker. Maybe he could get even by fucking Michael's wife! A dinner involving her might be a great way to get started down the path toward a seduction, right under her husband's nose. "Sure, why not," he said. "When did you want me to come over?" Michael had thought of waiting until the weekend, but he really, really, wanted to get his plan into action before then. Besides, Dave probably already had some heavy plans for the weekend, and he was pretty sure that Lambert would also have weekend plans for Andrea. "Well, actually, I was thinking of some night this week. Hell, it could even be tonight if you wanted." "The truth is, I don't have any plans for tonight, and I am going to be busy later in the week. So tonight would be fine." "Great! Let's make it 7 oclock. I'll give you our address." -=*=- Andrea had been floating on air all morning. She kept thinking back over the past few glorious days. Lambert had left her bed after that mind-blowing fuck Thursday night, and Michael had rejoined her. He admitted that he had watched them, which had shocked her a bit, but she was in no mood to be resentful or disgusted by anything. She had just had the first *real* fuck of her life, and nothing could ruin the wonderful feeling. Lambert didn't send Michael back to the office the next day despite her suggestion in bed. He had stayed around for the next two days – two unbelievably passionate days for her. Friday she and Lambert snuck off to his room after lunch, and had an hour and a half of total ecstasy. That evening after dinner she informed Michael that she was going to spend the night with Lambert. His only comment was that he wished he could watch. What a night that was! She might have lost count, but she thought Lambert came six times. She knew that she had come at least 20 times, more in that one night than in all the six months she had been married to Michael. The truth was they spent a lot more time fucking than sleeping, and by morning they were both feeling hungry but too groggy to show up for breakfast. Lambert called down and had some breakfast sent up. They ate, then fell into an exhausted sleep, naked bodies entwined. Andrea woke about noon with Lambert's finger grubbing in her cunt, her tit in his mouth, and her entire body on fire. "FUCK ME, DADDY!" she had screamed, and he had wasted no time getting to it. Saturday night was wierd, but even more exciting. She had told Lambert what Michael had said about watching, and Lambert asked how she felt about that. Would she like to make love to him while she knew someone was watching her? At first she said no, but then added, "Well, it might be OK if it was Michael". Then he took her to his office, and showed her how he could watch what was happening in her bedroom. "I could let Michael watch us from here tonight," he said. She suddenly felt her body heating up, and her cunt aching for attention. "Watch us do what?" she cooed in a sultry voice. "You know perfectly well what we're going to be doing." "Why don't you show me right now," she pleaded, starting to strip her clothes off. And show her he did, taking her on his office sofa. So that night she and Lambert returned to the bed where it had all started. Something about that bed turned her into a wild animal. Was it because that was where she had first learned what total passion was? Was it because she had shared that bed with two different men? Was it because she knew Michael was watching? It was probably all three things working together. Whatever it was, she needed Lambert's cock even more than the night before. She couldn't get enough of him, she couldn't do enough for him, and once again her passion kept firing him up over and over. Michael spent the night on the office sofa, his eyes glued to the TV screen and his hand glued to his cock that spurted again and again and never seemed to go soft. At least that's what he told her on the way home Sunday. And she decided he was telling the truth when she once again opened his zipper and reached in to pull out a huge, pulsing, fully ready cock. She wormed her head onto his lap, and took it in her mouth. "OH, GOD, ANDREA, I WANT THAT SO MUCH," he had said, and his hips started gyrating, pushing his manhood down into her throat. "I think I'll have to stop, I can't concentrate on my driving," he had moaned. He hit the brakes and wrenched the steering wheel to the right, bringing them to an abrupt stop on the freeway shoulder. In only moments she felt his hot come filling her mouth. She knew she believed him when he stayed rock hard after that. All the way home she played with his cock, and he played with her cunt, and the moment they were safely in their garage and the door came down, he squeezed out from behind the wheel, pushed down his clothes, ripped off her panties and entered her. Two minutes of pumping, moaning, and screaming, and they both came together. "Why is it so different now?" she had asked him later. "Because I keep seeing you with *him*, and it drives me *wild*," he had said. -=*=- The phone rang, interrupting her reverie. "Hello?" Maybe it would be Lambert. "Hi, Andrea, it's Michael. I have a really big favor to ask of you. Would it be OK if I invited someone over for dinner tonight?" Was he going to invite Lambert over? Surely he wouldn't go that far. "Sure, who is it?" "It's a guy named Dave who works here. I think you'll like him. He's young and handsome, and I should warn you he may try to put the make on you." "Oh, and will you protect me from him if he does?" Andrea was already starting to have some naughty thoughts about this unknown man. "Hell, no, you know me. I'll just sit back and watch! In fact, why don't you wear something just a little bit provocative to see what happens." With a shock Andrea realized Michael was setting her up with this guy. "OK, honey, whatever you say. When is he coming?" "About 7." "OK, I'll be ready." Boy would she ever be ready. -=*=- Michael didn't get home until 6:30, and by that time she had slipped into the little black cocktail dress. He whistled when he saw her. "Aren't you a little overdressed for an evening at home?" he grinned. "Is it too much?" she asked. Maybe she had misunderstood his intentions. "No, baby, it's perfect. I'm sure Dave will be beside himself with admiration." 'I'm already beside myself with anticipation,' Andrea thought. Soon the doorbell rang, and Michael invited their guest in. "So glad you could make it, Dave. This is my wife, Andrea." Dave took her in with one long gaze from head to foot. "Wow!" he said, "You are something else!" "Thank you for the compliment, sir," Andrea replied with a cute little curtsey that managed to expose even more of her thigh than the short dress normally did. Then she walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You're not half bad looking, yourself." It was just a quick friendly kiss, but she contrived to rub her chest against his while she delivered it. That was too much for Dave. He swept her up in his arms and returned the kiss, considerably more ardently. "Dave, control yourself," Andrea giggled, "You don't want Michael getting jealous of us, do you?" 'The hell I don't,' he thought, 'and it doesn't look like she minds at all. This is going to be easier, and' (with another quick look at that luscious babe in front of him) '*much* more pleasant than I had hoped for.' "You're just in time, Dave. Dinner is almost ready. Michael, why don't you get him a drink while I get things on the table." Michael turned to get the drinks, giving Dave a perfect chance to stare at Andrea's ass as she headed into the kitchen. He was positive that she added an extra hip swivel just for him as she went through the door. 'Oh god,' he thought, 'if I could find a girl like that I would happily spend the rest of my life with her.' He began to suspect that his biggest problem this evening was going to be how to hide the huge swelling he already had in his pants. -=*=- Andrea seated Michael at the head of the table, of course, with Dave on one side and herself on the other. She figured that would give Dave more of a chance to look at her and, coincidentally, her more of a chance to look at him. Besides, the table wasn't all that wide, so her feet weren't all that far from his. Sure enough, he started playing with her feet, and she with his. Then she had a devilish thought. She slipped off her shoe and slid her toes up his leg. He gave her a look that was burning with passion, but she just smiled coyly. By now her toes had arrived at his knee, which she started rubbing. He gulped, and started pressing her foot between his knees, squeezing his legs together rhythmically. By scrunching down in her seat she was able to slide her foot part way up between his thighs. He dropped his left hand down to his lap, and by reaching out was able to stroke her foot. They both found they were having a great deal of difficulty keeping up with the dinner conversation. Finally they all pushed their plates aside. Andrea retrieved her shoe and stood up. "Michael, why don't you go and fix all of us a drink while I clear the table." The moment Michael left the room she came around to Dave's side of the table. As she expected, he grabbed her, pulled her mouth down to his, and started kissing her passionately. She wanted him to never stop, but she forced herself to push him away. "You must stop that," she whispered, "or I'll get so horny I won't be able to control myself." She managed to get the dishes out to the kitchen, though not without the absolutely delicious feel of his hand on her ass a couple of times, by the time Michael came back with the drinks. "You know what," she announced, "I think we'd all be more comfortable in the living room." She led the way, and sat in the middle of the sofa. "Come on and sit down over here. I'd like a man on each side of me." She noticed immediately that the man on her right side had his pants sticking up like a tent in his lap, and she shivered in anticipation. "Michael, why don't we watch a movie. Put something in the DVD." As Michael stood up and walked away from them, her hand went directly to that tent pole. And Dave started rubbing her thigh with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. They knew they had only a few seconds before Michael would turn back around and see them, but they chanced a quick french kiss anyway. Once he had the movie started Michael thoughtfully turned off the lights 'so they could see it better' and sat down again next to Andrea. With the light coming through the dining room door she could see that he had a tent in his pants, too. The moment Michael sat down, Dave slipped the thin strap of Andrea's dress off of her shoulder,and started working his hand inside the top of her dress. He already knew by both touch and sight that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he was dying to get his fingers on her tits. "Say, Michael old buddy, your wife did such a fantastic job with dinner that I've just got to find some way to say 'thank you'. Would you mind terribly if I gave her a little thank you kiss?" Michael laughed. "Kiss away to your heart's content. And then I'll give her one, too." Andrea turned away from Michael and wrapped her left arm around Dave's neck, shielding her body from Michael's view. Dave took advantage of that to slide the cup of her dress completely off her right breast so he could play freely with her rigid nipple while they kissed so very, very, passionately. All too soon he felt he must stop, but he kissed his way down her neck and chest and sucked on her tit briefly before releasing her. Her hand had been rubbing his cock through his pants the whole time, and when his mouth reached her tit she grabbed his meat tightly and started pumping. Reluctantly she turned away from Dave and toward Michael for the promised kiss. As he reached for her, he glanced down at her chest. "Honey," he exclaimed, "it looks like your dress is coming undone. Maybe it's too tight." "It is a bit tight," she giggled, "but if you are suggesting I should take it off, then nothing doing. I don't have anything underneath but a tiny pair of panties." Then she leaned over to start kissing her husband. His left hand came up to play with her bare breast and she slipped her tongue into his mouth as he pulled on her nipple. That felt great, but it wasn't all she was feeling. Dave's left hand was squeezing her ass, and his right was on her thigh. She spread her legs a bit, and his hand went between her thighs, up under her very short dress. By the time his hand reached her crotch she was sopping wet, and her pelvis was moving up and down uncontrollably. In a flash he wiggled his finger inside her panties and started working on her clit. By now she was moaning and thrashing. She slipped both arms out of her dress straps, and pushed it down to her waist. Then she grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, turning that black cocktail dress into nothing but a black belt. Michael slid down so that he could start sucking her tits, and also watch what Dave was doing. Dave slid his hand up to the top of her panties, and buried it inside them. In no time he had three fingers grubbing in her cunt while his thumb rubbed her clit. It was too much for her to stand. "TAKE OFF MY PANTIES, DAVE, *PLEASE*!" she wailed. He didn't need to be asked twice, and was down on the floor on his knees, yanking at that tiny bit of fabric that was hiding her pussy from him. As soon as her panties were out of the way she turned partly away from Michael, facing the TV that no one was watching. She pulled her knees up and spread them as wide as she could. "KISS ME, LICK ME, SUCK ME, *NOW*." Both guys complied eagerly, Dave on his knees in front of her, working on her cunt, Michael sucking her left tit. His right arm was around her back, and he was squeezing her right tit convulsively with his right hand. Meanwhile, with his left hand he unzipped his pants, pulled out his huge boner, and started pumping it. Andrea's fingers were twisting in Dave's hair, and shoving his face into her cunt. She was screaming uncontrollably as the double onslaught made her come in one wave after another. She finally calmed down enough to pant "I .. can't .. take .. any more .. of that, .. Dave." She pulled his hair hard. "Come up here, come up to me.I NEED YOU INSIDE ME." Dave tore off his clothes and brought his huge cock to the door of her treasure chest. It felt as if she was sucking him into her, deeper and deeper. She was completely open, no, more than open. Her entire vagina was pulsing its welcome. He started pumping in and out wildly. This was too much for Michael. He shoved his cock between Andrea's belly and her legs. Between her belly thrusting up to meet Dave and his that slapped against her as he thrust down into her. Two slaps and he was gone, coming all over their bellies. The smell and feel of his come pushed Andrea over the edge. "I'M COMING!! OHHH!!! OHHHH!!!!" That did it for Dave, and he spurted again and again deep into her. Every pulse brought a responding contraction and another "OHHH .. OHHH .. OHHH!!!" from her. That excited Michael so much that he came again. They finally calmed down, though Dave was still inside Andrea, and they were still kissing passionately. She broke the kiss long enough to say "I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!" "Oh, *baby*," Dave replied "I'd love to, but I don't know if I can." "Let me see if I can help. Pull out of me, and lie on your back." He pulled his cock out, still long but now flopping around in its satisfied state. He lay on the floor, and Andrea started kissing and licking that floppy thing that had just given her so much pleasure. Seeing this gave Michael's cock new life, and he started pumping it as he watched them. It didn't take Andrea long to get the peter she was working on standing at attention again. Then she climbed on Dave and started rubbing her slimy cunt up and down his cock. This plus her tits swinging free just above his face had him ready for action in no time, and his pelvis started thrusting up and down. "OH, YES!" she moaned and quickly pushed his cock inside her steaming cunt. He was so deep inside her! She had never had anyone this deep. His tip kept pressing against nerve endings that were setting off fireworks. "YESS!! YESSS!! FUCK ME!! FUUUCCKK MEEE!!" she screamed. Michael couldn't stand it any longer. He staggered off the sofa and over to where the lovers were. Straddling Dave's head he grabbed Andrea's hair and shoved his pulsing monster into her mouth. Come started shooting into her mouth before his tip got past her lips. At the same moment Dave gave a piercing scream and began pumping his come into Andrea. Andrea's mouth couldn't scream because of the huge dick it was holding and the huge load it was giving her, but her whole body screamed for her, writhing in ecstasy, sucking one cock down her throat, and grinding the other one as deeply as possible into her body. -=*=- After Dave left Andrea wrapped her arms around Michael and gave him a long tender kiss. "Thank you *so* much for a wonderful, *wonderful*, present." Michael just smiled and thought to himself, 'With that list of names I pulled up today, I can give her lots of presents.' His cock tried to respond yet again just at the thought of it.