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WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, stand,
move away from the console, and unplug the computer.
Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

"Company Man"  Part two of three

I took Raul's phone number from the grinning secretary, and
passed a shamelessly dressed woman on the way out.  A pregnant
woman should not wear a see-through dress without under garments,
I don't care how good she looks.  Cynthia would have given her a
piece of her mind.

For the remainder of the day, I thought about my task.  My task
was nothing short of turning my wife into a whore for the
company, but I'd have to make it seem like it was her own idea.
I had one thing going for me, Cynthia loved the company and my
future in it.  She loved the house, the neighborhood, the
schools, and the fact that her family lived nearby was a major
plus for her.  If I lost my job, we'd have to start over, sell
the house, and move.  I had marketable job skills in one limited
field and my only hope of securing work, meaningful work, would
require a move to Yuma, Arizona or moving overseas.

I thought about dumping everything in Cynthia's lap and letting
her come up with an idea, letting her make the tough decisions.
She wanted me to move up as badly, if not more, than I did.  I
could picture her saying, "Well, if we have no other options, if
there is no other way, we must do what we must do."  I could also
picture her ranting and raving, threatening law suits and police
action, going to the media, and wanting to confront Mr. Killinger
in his office.  I decided the direct approach was too risky.
Near day's end, I called Raul.

Raul talked more sophisticated than he looked.  He was an
educated man, and by his claim, a great dancer.  All I had to do
was arrange a date to go dancing.  He'd pick us up and take us to
his club.  I'm sure he meant his club as in his favorite.  He
also told me to make certain she wore a dress, the shorter the
better, and no pantie hose.  That was it, just set the date for
Friday, and he'd handle the rest.  He did say it wouldn't hurt if
she were under the impression that he would be my future boss,
and that his report would influence company decisions regarding
my career advancement.

I decided to play that up as much as I could, but he acted as
though it weren't necessary or all that important.  I'll say one
thing for him, he was very sure of himself and cocky.  Talking to
a man who was absolutely certain he could seduce my wife was
strange.  Working with him toward that goal was stranger still.

By the time I arrived home, I was horny as hell.  Cynthia never
looked sexier, though she had no makeup on, and wore old jeans
and a sweat shirt while she put the finishing touches on dinner.
I couldn't resist.  I came up behind her and pressed close,
nuzzled her neck with little kisses.  I then reached around to
cup her large breasts in my hands.

Cynthia shook free, then turned to scold me with a sauce-dripping
ladle, "Bill, for crying out loud.  There are kids running around
that could march in here and see you doing that.  You know I hate
that behavior in private, much less out where the kids might
see."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you look too damn sexy to resist."

She strode past me with a pot of beans and said, "I do not look
sexy.  What have you been doing?  Oh, honestly, Bill, you have an
erection.  Go take a cold shower or something.  Go, before the
kids see it."

This was par for the course.  Public erections were a big sin in
our house.  The boys get them all the time, but we ignore their
boners.  I took a shower.

After dinner, after the kids left, I said, "Honey, I'm being
considered for advancement and a move to the executive office
building."

"Bill, no?  Really?  Oh, Bill!  This is fantastic.  I'm so proud
of you."

"Not so fast.  They're just thinking about it.  There's this one
guy, Raul Serantini, that seems to hold the key.  I managed to
get in to see him today, you know, to buddy-up."

"Brown nose, you mean.  You wooed him didn't you?  He loved you,
I know he did."

"Not exactly.  He seemed more interested in you than me."

"Me?  Why me?"

"He saw you somewhere."

"I don't recall meeting any Raul.  I'd remember a name like
Raul."

"He didn't meet you, he saw you?  Evidently, he liked what he
saw."

"He did, huh?  What did he say?"

"Oh, he just went on and on about how you look exactly like
Jackie Smith.  He wanted to know all about you.  He obviously has
a thing for Jackie Smith."

"Well, that can't hurt us.  So, what did he want to know about
me?"

"Personal stuff, Cynthia, very personal if you ask me."

Cynthia smiled and sat up, leaning forward on her elbows, saying,
"Yeah, like how personal?"

Frankly, I was surprised by this reaction.  She seemed to want
something juicy.  I was winging it anyway, so I said, "He wanted
to know your likes and dislikes, hobbies, interests, that sort of
thing, but what floored me was when he started prying into our
sex life."

"Oh, he did, did he?  What exactly did he want to know?"

"You know, how often you want it.  Your favorite position.  What
you like best--vaginal, anal, or oral."

"Good, god, Bill.  You didn't tell him the truth, did you?"

"Well, yes.  I had to say something."

"Oh, Bill.  Can't you see?  He wanted stuff for fantasy.  He
wants to fantasize me as he thinks Jackie Smith is.  You blew
it."

"What should I have said?"

"You should have fed his fantasy.  You know what men think about
her.  She does everything and always wants to do it.  All you did
was put distance between me and her when you should have
strengthened that connection."

"By lying about you?"

"He'd never know the truth.  It's none of his damn business
anyway."

"Well, to be honest with you, I did lie a little."

"Oh, what did you tell him?"

"Well, I told him you love oral sex."

"That's good, Bill.  What else?"

"I said you adore the feel of semen on your body."

"You men.  I don't think any woman adores something slimy and
sticky on their body.  That's good, though.  I'll bet he liked
that.  What else?"

"He asked if you like going out in short dresses without
pantyhose.  I picked up that he liked that idea, so I said you
never wear pantyhose, and sometimes, you don't wear panties.  I
told him you like the feeling of being totally naked under a
short dress."

"I do have that fantasy.  How did he react when you told him
that?"

"Honey, he went nuts.  He got the biggest erection I ever saw.
Raul has a reputation as a lady's man, and he has a huge
endowment.  I never saw a crotch bulge like he had when he tried
to picture you naked under the dress he saw you in.  He actually
told me what he was thinking."

"What was he thinking?"

"He went into this fantasy about walking up behind you, lifting
your skirt, and doing it to you in a public place."

"Oh, Jeez!  That's my other fantasy - being taken in public."

"How come I never knew this, or that you fantasize going out
without panties?"

"I don't share my fantasies, and I do go out without panties
sometimes.  That isn't a fantasy.  Shocking, huh?"

"I think it's great."

"You do, huh?  I thought you'd be upset.  I just do it as a cheap
thrill.  I'm not out trying to lure a man to my bed or anything."

I smiled to put her at ease and said, "Come on, Cynthia, with the
skirt lengths you wear, someone had to see."

Cynthia blushed, smiled, then said, "Oh course people saw.  I
mean what would be the point if no one could possibly see.
That's where the thrill comes in, knowing a man can see I'm not
wearing any panties."

"I don't believe a man can look at your vagina and not do
everything humanly possible to get you in bed."

Cynthia's demeanor suddenly became somber and reticent as she
said, "Sure, they try."

When Cynthia is in the mood for sex, we play this game.  I accuse
her of sexual misconduct or pry into her activities.  If she
waves it off, or gets pissed off, I know she's not going to fuck
me.  If she looks guilty and somber, I know she's willing.  All I
have to do is keep her going and she'll confess to anything she
can dream up.  We usually end up in a fight that ends in me
forcing myself on her and taking sex, or her making up for
telling me a lie that upset me and giving me an I'm-sorry fuck.
Either way I get fucked.  I pressed on.

"Cynthia, there's more to this, isn't there?  Don't worry.  I
won't be angry.  I know it was innocent fun."  I put a big smile
on my face to ease her fears and said, "Come on, out with it.
You've been busted, girl."

"God, Bill, you're sure taking this well.  How come I never saw
this side of you?  Do you know how much I've dreaded this day?"

"You were a bad girl, weren't you?"

"Yes, Bill.  I've been a very bad girl, more times than I want to
admit.  It all started when we put Angie in pre school.  I have
the house to myself.  You're gone all day and never come home
unannounced.  The kids are gone and I don't need to worry about
them popping in.  I found myself alone with my vagina.  My vagina
made me do bad things, Bill, very bad things.  In our bed, even."

"I got up and went to her.  Cynthia wasn't sure what I was up to,
so she stiffened and brought her hands up in ready defense.  I
took her in my embrace and hugged her warmly.  She slowly relaxed
as I said, "Honey, I understand.  I'm not jealous or upset.
Furthermore, I have no intention of trying to stop you from doing
it again, or making you feel guilty about doing it."

Cynthia had never encountered that type of response from me, and
was quite taken aback.  She said, "Bill, are we talking about the
same thing?  Do you understand what I mean by doing it?  Bill, I
let men make love to me in our bed, our marital bed."

"I know sweetheart.  It's all right."

"Bill, I'm not talking about one or two or even ten.  I'm talking
about twenty or thirty in the past six months, and many of those
guys have been back for repeats."

"I don't care, honey.  I mean that."

"One guy meets me here every Thursday afternoon.  Today is
Thursday.  He refuses to use a condom.  Another man's semen is in
my vagina and you're still hugging me.  There's something wrong
with this picture; can you figure out what it is?"

I held her at arm's length to make eye contact, then smiled and
said, "The picture has given me an erection."

She glanced down, then smiled and said, "How do you feel about
sloppy seconds from your wife?"

"Do I have to use a condom?"

With a devilish gleam, she said, "Yes, you know I'm not on the
pill.  You might get me pregnant, and I don't want to risk that
happening."

I smiled equally devilishly and replied, "If the lady doesn't
want my baby, then I guess I'll wear a condom."

Cynthia took me by the hand and dragged me to the bedroom.  My
normally very reserved and quiet wife was suddenly very
aggressive and talkative.  She mounted me and let out a barrage
of vile phrases and words that I never heard cross her lips,
phrases such as:  "Fuck my adulterous pussy," and "Screw my
cheating cunt."  And my favorite, "Stir up my lover's sperm with
your little rubber-wrapped dick."

I saw Cynthia have a climax for the first time, then saw her
apologize with her eyes after recovering from it.  She pushed
herself up on straight arms with her hands resting on my chest,
my cock still hard inside her wet pussy because I hadn't cum.
She got serious and said, "I think I'm crazy, Bill.  There's
something wrong with me."

I said, "Why, just because you cheated?"

"No, because I like to torment the only man I ever loved or ever
will love.  I do that to you on purpose, Bill, and I can't stop
and don't know why.  I want to get off  of your penis right now
after having had my climax and leave you suffering.  That's sick,
Bill, but I want to make you suffer."

"Then get off."

Cynthia looked into my eyes, trying to understand me, but eased
off slowly.  She sat back on her heels with my rubber encased
erection between us.  She looked over my rigid member with
mischievous eyes and said, "Don't you hate me, Bill?  Can't you
see I'm enjoying this?"

She was indeed.  Her fingers were stirring her supposedly spermy
twat while the fingers of her free hand rubbed her clit.  I'd
never seen Cynthia touch herself, much less masturbate.  I stared
at her working fingers, admiring her sexy pussy.  I never had a
good look at Cynthia's pussy.  She always hid herself from me,
especially the fleshy parts between her legs.  She was now
displaying them to me.  She was wet, but I saw no evidence of
sperm I'd stirred up.  She said, "Say something, Bill."

"I don't hate you, Cynthia.  I love you.  I always will, no
matter what you do."

This excited her even more and she frantically frigged her cunt,
saying, "You don't know what you're saying.  I let everyone fuck
me without a rubber but you, Bill.  I don't care if I bear you
another bastard child.  That's right.  Angie isn't yours.  She is
the product of my first cheating act.  I fucked your father.
Angie is your father's baby.  She's your sister, not your
daughter.  Oh God! I'm cumming!  Oh fuck, yes!  Yes!  Watch me
cum, Bill.  I cum for everybody but you, darling."

Cynthia climaxed in a dramatic show of passion.  She fell to the
side then rolled onto her back beside me.  She looked up to me
with sad eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Bill.  I had to tell you, but
not that way.  This has been eating me alive keeping it in.
Before I knew it, I was saying it."

"So, it's true?"

"Yes.  I'm afraid so.  You hate me now, don't you?  I don't blame
you.  I hate myself.  It's not your father's fault.  I seduced
him when I knew I was ovulating."

"No, I don't hate you.  I told you, I will never hate you no
matter what you do.  I don't blame Dad.  The poor guy drools
around you.  He never stood a chance."

"He was easy.  So, what now?  I think I need professional help.
I want to stop doing these things, and I want to stop tormenting
you.  I want us to have a normal sex life, but I can't stop these
crazy drives.  One day, I'll drive you away or into another
woman's arms.  When that happens, I'll curl up and die."

I hugged her close and stroked her cheek, saying, "You're not
going to have to curl up and die, because I'm never going
anywhere, and I don't look at other women.  I only want to be
tormented by you."

Cynthia sat up and turned to look at me.  She said, "Honestly.
You've never cheated?"

"No, never.  I don't even flirt."

"And nothing I do could drive you away."

"No, Cynthia, nothing I can imagine."

CONTINUED

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