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© Miss Behavin` 1998


Illusion

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that Ben?  It sounded like you just said
that you'd give me fifty thousand dollars to seduce your wife."

A cool, distant smile crossed Ben's lips as he studied his newest and
most prized lawyer across his massive mahogany desk, "Then you heard
me correctly, Morgan."

~~

For Morgan Richards, life had not always been easy.  In fact, life had
been one battle after another.  Those battles had always been money
related, or rather, lack of money related.  Morgan had always been
intelligent, never dropping below a 4.0 grade average in school even
though studying didn't always come easily.  As for looks, Morgan had
what it took to catch the eye of the opposite sex and those of the
same sex.  To a stranger, Morgan Richards had it all - bright,
attractive and well on the way to becoming one of the best lawyers
around the cities best and foremost law firm.  But to Morgan, Morgan
Richards needed to make more money and start living the life that had
only presently existed in dreams.

Thinking back over this morning's conversation with Ben, Morgan
couldn't seem to digest the thought.  Ben wanted his wife seduced and
was willing to pay for it, but what was his angle?  For what purpose
was this seduction to be used?  Why had he chosen Morgan?  All these
questions were coming to light now that the initial shock had worn
off.  It wasn't every day that a Senior Partner in the law firm asked
you to do something like that, and offer you big bucks to do it.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Morgan grumbled tossing a pen across the room and
watching it bounce off the wall and hit the floor.  There are certain
rules one just followed in business if one had any sense that is.  One
of the top rules had to be something about sleeping with the boss's
wife, although perhaps that rule changed if you were asked to do it.
Did the rules also change if you were paid to do it?

Fifty thousand tax free dollars, for something that wouldn't change
your life much in one way or another would probably be worth it.

"What the hell are you thinking Morgan?" that damn conscious voice
said, "you'd be nothing better than a prostitute."

"But you'd be a fifty thousand dollars richer, prostitute," the other
voice said, "you could finish paying off your student loans and get
yourself a nicer place.  The possibilities are endless."

"Shut up!" Morgan said out loud and decided to stop thinking about it
and get back to the 40 or so open files that were piled on the desk
and floor. The best thing to do was to work on some billable hours and
try to forget about Ben's proposition for a while.

~~

At home - a small crowded apartment - things weren't any better.  A
handful of bills occupied the mailbox and were added to the stack that
sat on the kitchen counter.  Grabbing a beer, Morgan joined Forkie on
the couch.  Forkie set his head in Morgan's lap and fell back to
sleep.

"You know, Forkie," Morgan said to the little Beagle, stroking his
little head, "I have an opportunity to get us out of this dive,
quickly."

Forkie opened his eyes and looked up at Morgan, barking and wagging
his tail, as if to say 'then do it!'  Scratching Forkie behind his
soft ears, Morgan leaned back against the couch and decided that a
slight compromise in morals would be worth it.

~~

"Who is that, dear?" Allison Billingsworth asked her husband.

"Which darling, I can't see whom you're pointing at," Ben answered,
knowing full well whom his wife meant.

"The tall blonde, wearing the khaki pants, white tee shirt and
sunglasses, standing between Heather and George."

"Oh, of course, you haven't met Morgan Richards yet, a new addition to
my staff."

He watched out of the corner of his eye as a smile formed on his
wife's face but he didn't comment on it. He excused them from the
small group they were standing with and said to his wife, "Let's get
you an introduction, shall we?"

~~

The weekend "rendezvous" at the Billingsworth's summer house had
become an annual event and was always looked forward to by all who
worked at Billingsworth and Dawson.  Most were just nosey, wanting to
see how the other half lived and enjoy a weekend of free food and fun
in the sun.  The rest felt it their duty to go.  It wasn't mandatory
that everyone who was invited went - it's just those who didn't had
better produce a death certificate Monday morning to prove why they
couldn't make it.

Ben and Allison nodded and smiled at people as they walked by them,
slowly making their way to where Morgan stood.

"Heather, George, how are you?" Ben asked politely, shaking their
hands and looking like he was really concerned.  He waited for their
response and then looked at Morgan.

"Morgan, I'd like to introduce my wife, Allison.  Honey, this is
Morgan Richards who is shooting up through the law firm at an alarming
rate.  Someday Morgan will make Senior Partner, you mark my words,
darling," he said, smiling at his lovely wife.

Allison held out her hand and shook Morgan's, smiling while looking
into those deep blue eyes.  "It's nice to meet you Morgan," Allison
purred.

"Likewise, Allison," Morgan said in a low voice, trying to escape her
incredible green eyes and wondering if those were real or if she was
wearing colored contact lenses.  Morgan wondered about Ben's comment
about making Senior Partner someday -- the chances seemed slim which
is why Morgan had a long list of other law firms who needed to be
contacted soon.

"Heather, George," Ben stated, "I want you to come back and see the
new fish pond we had built at the beginning of the summer, it's around
the other side of the house and we are still trying to decide what is
missing.  Somehow it's just not quite right yet and I know you
Heather, have an eye for detail."

Heather blushed and they both happily followed Ben, ecstatic over the
attention they were getting from the big man himself.

"Well, it looks as if we've been dumped." Morgan said, smiling at
Allison who was watching them walk away.

"Seems that way," Allison said, smiling, "would you like to go inside?
  I don't know about you, but I can't take much more of this heat."
Morgan nodded and smiled, following Allison up a small garden path
that led to the massive house.

Morgan watched as Allison's hips swayed beneath her light sundress,
how the shadows of her shapely legs were well defined as the sun shone
through the material, casting beautiful shadows.  Allison was small,
around 5 5" and probably about 110 pounds.  She had short dark hair,
incredible green eyes and nicely tanned toned skin.  Morgan felt
nervous and a familiar stirring all at the same time.  The question
was, which feeling would overpower the other and eventually win?
People were scattered all around the property participating in various
activities, like croquet, tennis, volleyball or swimming in the huge
kidney shaped pool.  Others were lounging on Adirondack chairs down by
the ocean, soaking up the sun and warm breeze.

Morgan followed Allison around the back of the house, listening to her
chatter about the different kinds of flowers and shrubs.  Apparently,
the second Mrs. Billingsworth was very interested in gardening and
from the look of their surroundings, she had a definite talent for it.

"Let me show you something before we go inside," she said, excitedly,
like a child.

Morgan smiled and followed her willingly down a narrow garden path.
Bushes and shrubs were planted so close to the walkway, that only one
person was able to fit through at a time.  The denseness of the bushes
ended abruptly and before them was a huge green lawn that had orange
lines painted all over it.  Morgan wasn't exactly sure what it was
supposed to be.

"Interesting."

Allison threw her head back and laughed softly and then looked at
Morgan and smiled.  "Well, it's not that interesting yet, but by the
end of the summer it's going to be like one of those old English
mazes.  I've always wanted one and Ben thought it was a great idea, so
I mapped one out and the gardener helped me paint the lines and now we
are just waiting for the greenery to get here."  Her eyes shone as she
talked on about her plans.  Morgan wondered what it would be like to
only have to worry about such trivial things as plants and where they
should be planted.

They started back to the house when an odd sound, almost a hum,
started to come from the ground.  It threw Morgan off and Allison
stood still for a moment and then murmured "Oh damn!"  Before either
could think, the sprinklers popped up out of the ground and started
dispensing what seemed like buckets of water all around them.  Allison
grabbed Morgan's hand and began running towards the house but by the
time they got there, they were both soaked to the skin and laughing
hard.

"Well, that's one way to cool off," Allison said, shaking out her
hair, "Come on, let's go get changed before we both catch our deaths."

Morgan wondered how they could even catch the slightest chill in such
hot weather, but only smiled and followed Allison, watching her
slender body move with her sun dress molding to her skin.  For the
first time, her tiny breasts were showing prominently from the
material and it was indeed a beautiful sight.

"I forget, which room are you in?" Allison asked as they made their
way to the top of the long, curved staircase.

"Second last one on the right," Morgan replied, a little miffed as to
whether that was the right one or not, and then added, "I think."

Allison laughed and headed to the right, water dripping off both of
them and being sponged up in the thick carpet.  When they reached what
Morgan thought was the right room, Allison turned the doorknob and
pushed the door open slowly.

Morgan peered in and smiled, "I guess I'm not as lost as I thought I
was."

Allison smiled and walked across the hall, opening the large door and
slipped in behind it, closing it quietly behind her.

Morgan stood and stared out the window, still dripping on the floor.
Several thoughts came to mind, most of them with the words 'I can't do
this' in them.  Another thought that said 'fifty thousand dollars will
make sleeping at night a lot easier' seemed to win the fight.  After
all, it certainly wasn't an unattractive thought to seduce the
beautiful Mrs. Billingsworth, although the idea as to exactly why she
was to be seduced still puzzled Morgan.

~~

The tap on the door was light.  Just as Morgan was turning to leave,
the door opened and there stood Allison in a short peach, silk robe.

"You still haven't changed!" she commented, looking at Morgan, "Is
there something wrong?"

"Actually yes, and it's quite embarrassing and sounds really stupid,
but...."

"But what?" Amusement shone in her eyes.

"My zipper is stuck," Morgan whispered, "and I can't get it down."

Allison put one hand over her mouth and then cracked up laughing.
Pulling Morgan into her bedroom, she asked "Are you serious?" while
eyeing Morgan's pants.

"Completely, and totally embarrassed now.  I didn't know where else to
go and God this is so stupid."

"No, now come on.... It's really not that bad.  Here, let me see if I
can get it down.  Maybe it just needs to be yanked at from a different
angle."

Without hesitation, her fingers reached out and grabbed the waistband
of Morgan's pants, the other hand holding the zipper and trying to tug
it down.  Her efforts proved useless but she continued to pull.

"You're right, definitely stuck."  She stood there with her hands on
her slender hips, the top of her robe falling open slightly though she
didn't seem to notice.

"Wait, I have an idea."  Allison rushed off into a big walk-in closet
and Morgan took the opportunity to scan the room.  It was almost
completely in white.  There were many different shades of white, which
is usually hard to pull off but somehow this room worked.  Placed in
different key spots were splashes of bold colors.  The bouquet of
bright red tulips on a small table to the dark blue and green throw
pillows on the huge king-size bed.

Allison returned with a pair of pliers in her hand, "I have these,
they might work."  Morgan didn't ask why she had a pair of pliers in
her closet.

Kneeling in front of Morgan, Allison went to work clamping the pliers
around the zipper and looked at Morgan.  "Here it goes!"

After a couple of tugs, the zipper slowly started to go down.  Allison
stuck her fingers in behind it, "Here's the problem, your tee shirt is
stuck in the back of it."

With her small expert fingers, she loosened the tee shirt from the
back of the zipper and pulled it out.  As Allison stood up, Morgan
stared at her and then smiled, "Thanks, this is completely
embarrassing!"

"Oh don't be embarrassed at all!  That happens to everyone.  Hey!
You're starting to shiver from the air conditioning. I think we need
to get you out of those wet clothes and dried off."

Morgan was pretty sure that Allison meant going back to the other room
to do it but without hesitation the tee shirt was pulled off and the
look on Allison's face said it all.

"I guess this isn't what you meant, huh?" Morgan said slowly.

Allison walked away and disappeared behind a door, returning almost
immediately with a large while towel in her arms. Morgan let the
khaki's fall down and hit the floor, stepping out of them slowly, eyes
never leaving Allison's.

Allison watched and licked her bottom lip as she stared at Morgan's
chest and then her eyes wandered down.

"Beautiful," she whispered.

Morgan reached out and opened Allison's silk robe, letting the tie
come loose and the fabric fall back.  Her nipples were small and
brown, much like the woman herself.  Allison shivered as a cool
fingertip touched her nipple and circled it lightly, making it harder
than it already was.

"You have beautiful breasts, Allison," Morgan whispered softly, the
finger being joined by a thumb and rolling it gently between them.
Allison moaned softly.

Morgan pulled away and Allison opened her eyes, watching as Morgan
took her hand and led her to the bed, sitting her carefully on the end
of it, like she was a fragile doll.

"I want to see the rest of you," Allison said quietly, her voice
shaking.

Morgan smiled and reached for the front clasp of her bra, opening it
slowly and letting her large, firm breasts spill out.  She heard
Allison catch her breath, which made her smile.  Morgan tugged on her
nipples, letting Allison see how hard they had become, thinking about
Allison's lips on them.

She had Allison's complete attention as she slowly slid her panties
over her hips and down her legs.  Stepping out of them and looking at
Allison, she felt her eyes on her shaved pussy and heard a little gasp
escape her throat.  Morgan knelt down in front of Allison, her hands
moving slowly up her thighs and pushing her robe off them, revealing
her beautiful little well groomed pussy.  Allison sat with her thighs
pushed together so Morgan could only follow the dark strip of hair
half way down before it disappeared between her tanned skin.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Morgan asked her, still touching
her thighs gently.

Allison shook her head 'no'; her breathing becoming a little rapid and
her mouth was dry.  She stared at Morgan's gorgeous body and tried to
swallow, wondering if this was really happening.  She thought back to
last week when Ben had asked her if a woman before had ever turned her
on - if she had ever had thoughts about making love to a woman.

"Have you?" she managed to whisper, her tongue feeling thick.

Morgan flashed her a smile and nodded, "In law school I shared an
apartment with a lesbian who was very determined to get me to join her
way of thinking.  One night, after several drinks, I became very
curious and she was only more than happy to show me the way.  We had
sex a few times after that, until she found a new lover and then she
spent her nights with her and I went back to men.  Every now and then
that old passion for a woman builds up and takes over though," she
paused for a second and then added, "like it is now."

Morgan slipped her hands down between Allison's knees and pulled them
gently apart, moving her body between them.  The feeling of Allison's
soft skin against hers made her skin tingle.  With Allison's legs
open, Morgan could smell the faint aroma of her excitement.

Allison placed her slightly shaking hands on Morgan's shoulders,
letting her fingers run down her chest to the top of her breasts,
feeling the softness of her skin beneath her fingertips.   Morgan
reached up and took Allison's hands under hers and pulled her hands
down until her nipples were pressed against Allison's palms.  Morgan
let go of her hands slowly and Allison held them there for a second,
motionless.  After a moment she started rubbing against them gently,
feeling the hard little nubs pressing against her palms.

With a shot of courage, she moved forward on the bed, removed her
hands from Morgan's breasts and leaned over, letting her tongue touch
the end of her nipple.  The light taste of Morgan's skin made her want
more and she moved forward and boldly took her nipple into her mouth,
letting her tongue circle it in her mouth and flick at it.  Morgan
moaned softly and put her hands on the back of Allison's head, her
fingers pushing through her hair as Allison sucked greedily at her
nipple.

Allison's hand moved to the other nipple and she rolled it between her
thumb and forefinger.  The feeling of her nipple against her tongue
was incredible but she wanted more of Morgan's body.  Pulling back,
she looked at Morgan and smiled.

"Move back onto the bed," Morgan whispered in a low, husky voice.

Allison obeyed, sliding back, feeling the cool satin sheets against
her hot skin.  She watched as Morgan crawled up on the bed on her
hands and knees, resembling a cat on the prowl.  Her eyes moved down
Morgan's body and rested on her large breasts, swinging slightly as
she slowly moved up the bed, her nipples hard with excitement.  Soft
skin against soft skin, Morgan moved up until she was right over
Allison, her breasts swinging over her face.  Bending her arms brought
her breast to Allison's mouth once again.  Her nipple was instantly in
Allison's mouth, sucked on and pulled while fingers stretched and
teased the other one.  Morgan moaned softly, feeling the moisture from
her own pussy start to drip from between her lips.

Pulling herself away and sitting back, she took Allison's arms and
placed them over her head, smiling down at her.

"Leave them there," she whispered as she started to back up and lean
down, her lips against Allison's neck, tasting the sweetness of her
skin.  Kissing down her neck, her tongue sliding across tingling
flesh, feeling her pulse beating rapidly beneath her smooth skin.  Her
nipples were hard, probably aching by now, thought Morgan as she
started licking her breast, avoiding her nipples. Allison moaned and
wiggled around, trying to push her nipple into Morgan's mouth.

"Please...." she whimpered and then sighed when her nipple disappeared
into Morgan's mouth.

Allison arched her body, rubbing against Morgan, needing to feel
something against her.  Morgan stopped and looked up at her.  She
watched as Morgan backed down further - watched and felt her hot
tongue running down her stomach, leaving a wet trail behind it.  She
could barely control herself when Morgan settled between her legs, her
face just inches away from her pussy.  Instinctively she spread her
legs as wide as she could, her heels pressed into the bed, as her hips
rose from the mattress.

Morgan slid her hands, palms up, under Allison's ass and held her in
the air as she moved her face closer to Allison's pussy.  Looking at
her pussy made her tremble with excitement.  Her tongue moved very
slowly up one of her pussy lips and then down the other one.  Allison
shook in her hands, her hips moving up and down, searching for
something.  Morgan ran her tongue up between her pussy lips, sinking
it deeper as it moved up until the tip of her tongue came in contact
with Allison's clit.

"Oh God..." Allison moaned as she pushed her pussy hard against
Morgan's face.

Morgan moved her head back and forth pushing her face between
Allison's soaked lips, her tongue stroking her clit.  With her mouth
open, she starting sucking her clit into it, wrapping her tongue
around it and tasting Allison's sweet juice.  Her hands squeezed her
ass cheeks, still holding her up in the air and feeling her body
tremble.  A low growl escaped Morgan's lips as she continued to suck
Allison's clit deep into her mouth.  She could feel how hard it was
with her tongue.

Allison started to grind harder against Morgan's face, wanting so
badly to hold the back of Morgan's head and push her face in deeper.
Releasing her clit, Morgan's tongue moved down, lapping at Allison's
flowing cream until she reached the source.   Allison's hips started
moving faster when Morgan dipped her tongue deep into her pussy and
held it there, wiggling it slightly.

Another 'Oh God' came from Allison as Morgan started fucking her with
her tongue.  Her hands squeezed her ass cheeks as her tongue dove in
deeper, her nose rubbing against Allison's swollen clit.  Morgan knew
the second that Allison started to cum.  She felt her thighs tighten
around her head, so tight that it almost made her ears ring.
Allison's hips jerked up and down, lifting herself right out of
Morgan's hands.

Leaning her head back, Allison let out a scream as she started to cum,
almost crushing Morgan's head between her thighs.  When her orgasm
subsided, she released Morgan's head, her ass dropping back down into
her hands and her knees falling apart.

Morgan looked down at Allison's gapping pussy, moving her mouth back
down and gently licking at her swollen lips as she listened to Allison
trying to catch her breath.

"Morgan...." Allison whispered, unsure as to what she wanted to say
but needing to say something.

"Yes?" Morgan asked as she pulled one hand out from under Allison's
ass and brought it up to her pussy, running it between her slit.  Her
finger became slick with Allison's cream as she pushed in further down
between her lips, tracing the gentle folds of her pussy, feeling
Allison jump slightly.

"Morgan...." Allison started to say again but lost her thought when
Morgan suddenly plunged a finger deep into her cunt and started
pumping her hard.  Another finger entered her and the tempo was
increased.  Allison arched her back and lifted her hips, feeling
Morgan's fingers dive straight into her, fucking her so hard and deep
that she could feel her knuckles slam against her.

Morgan finger fucked her hard, rotating her hand and drilling deeper
into Allison.  When her fingers were pulled out, they were slick with
thick cream, clinging to her skin.

"Cum for me again," Morgan said and Allison started to whimper,
bucking wildly against her hand.  Allison's pussy muscles started
tensing around Morgan's fingers, squeezing them tight, making it
harder to fuck her but she kept pumping.

With a growl that sounded like a lion's roar, Allison came, shaking
and jerking, her pussy grasping Morgan's fingers so tight that Morgan
wondered what it felt like to be a cock deep inside her.  Morgan
slowly pulled her fingers out and spread them apart, watching the
thick cream web between them.  Crawling up on the bed, over Allison's
still shaking body; she pushed her fingers into her mouth, letting her
suck them until they were clean.

"That was incredible," Allison whispered as Morgan's fingers left her
mouth.

Morgan smiled and pressed herself tightly against Allison's body, "It
certainly was...."

Allison's arms went around Morgan, her fingers running up and down her
back, "We should be getting back, Ben's probably wondering where I've
gotten to."

Oh, I bet he knows exactly where you are, Morgan thought and then a
stab of guilt hit her.  She pushed the thought out of her head and
looked down at Allison.  "There's one more thing that I think you
should experience."

Allison gulped and said, "I'm not sure that I'm ready for that, but I
could try."

Morgan laughed softly and shook her head, "No..... not that...not
yet."  She rolled over and laid on her side beside Allison.  Allison
moved to her side, facing Morgan, her hand moving down and stroking
one of Morgan's breasts, fingertips circling her nipple.  Morgan took
Allison's hand by the wrist and guided it down to her pussy.

When her fingertips touched Morgan's pussy lips, Allison let out a
little gasp.  Her skin was so soft and wet.  Morgan moved one of her
legs up, giving Allison better access to her.  Allison looked down to
see Morgan's swollen clit protruding from between her bare lips.   She
pushed her index finger against her clit; letting is slide gently
between her lips.  It was such an erotic feeling, almost like touching
herself but so very different at the same time.  She heard Morgan sigh
and felt her hips jut forward as her finger moved down further and
slowly slipped inside.  Watching her finger dip into Morgan's pussy
made her moan and squeeze her own thighs together.

She added another finger and started fucking Morgan harder, sliding
down the bed so she could watch.  Her other hand moved to the top of
Morgan's pussy and spread her lips apart, her thumb moving hard across
her clit, spreading her cream around.  Morgan's pussy was slick with
her juices as Allison proceeded to enter a third finger inside her,
fucking her hard with all three.  Morgan rolled onto her back and
Allison shifted positions until she was between Morgan's legs.

Morgan's hips rose and fell meeting Allison's finger thrusts and
feeling her thumb rubbing against her clit again.  She closed her eyes
and grabbed handfuls of the comforter, pulling it up as she started to
cum.  Morgan shut her eyes tight and let out a silent scream, her head
back and mouth open.  Her pussy latched onto Allison's fingers and
squeezed them tightly, contracting and then slowly releasing.  Allison
felt a hot rush of liquid cover her fingers as she slowly pulled them
out, looking at how slick and shiny they were.  With little
hesitation, she brought them to her mouth and started licking them.
It was strange tasting another woman, her taste so much different than
her own, but very sweet.

Until that moment, neither of them had heard the noises from outside,
the guests diving into the pool, others laughing and calling out to
each other.  Allison suddenly felt guilty and sat up on the bed.

"We better rejoin the party before they notice we're gone."

Morgan nodded and smiled, sliding her long legs over the edge of the
bed and then standing up.  She turned and watched Allison slide back
into her silk robe and then picked up her own clothes off the floor.
She quickly put on her pants and tee shirt, stuffing her bra and
panties into her pockets.

Allison smiled at her as she headed for the door.  Morgan winked and
slipped out silently.

~~

Ben tossed the used tissues into the nearby garbage, pushed his now
flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped up.  Leaning forward, he
turned off the close circuit TV's and smiled to himself.  The images
of his wife and Morgan would stay with him for quite some time and
that wasn't a bad thing either.

He ejected the videotapes from the 3 recorders.  Later in the week, he
would take a day and edit them into one.  He knew from watching the
monitors that each angle had been set perfectly.

Satisfied, he stood up and stretched.  He knew that he'd better get
back to his guests before they started wondering where both of their
hosts had disappeared to. He reached for the tapes and bent down,
stuffing them into the safe.  Ben couldn't help but smile.  When
finished, that tape would give him exactly what he needed to control
her.  Never again would she think about straying from him with silly
notions that she would be happier somewhere else.  She belonged to
him, damn it, and that's where she was going to stay.

He felt her arms go around his waist and he jumped, turning around
quickly.  He smiled at her, pushing back her damp hair from her face.

"How did I do?" she asked, holding her body close to his.

He couldn't help but smile as he said, "You did very well.  Very well
indeed.  I guess this means I owe you something, doesn't it?"

She smiled at him and said, "We'll settle the bill later, we better
get back to the party."

As they moved to leave the room, Ben checked over his shoulder to make
sure that the safe was locked.  He draped his arm over his wife's
shoulder and looked down at her, smiling.

"You know Allison, I believe that was your best performance yet."

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