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I heard them giggling behind the bathroom door in the bedroom.	I shook my
head, as I un-buckled my pants.  Only Sue.  What an excuse to get naked in
front of the kid.  Like a lady-in-waiting.  `Would you like this madame?' 
Sue.  The kid would be blushing, trying to turn away.  Sue would be acting
uncomfortable, trying to cover up, but a peak here and there would show.

I kicked my pants off, sending them on to the pile to join my shirt, socks,
tie and other accessories.  Boxers?  Take them off?  No.  Fuck.  Take them
off under the covers.  The ladies would think they were still on, confuse
them, keep 'em on the defensive.

I pulled down the covers and slid in.  Jesus.  Satin.  I laughed.  What the
hell, Sue.  This is so not like you.  No, it was.  Sue, would do something
this gaudy simply as a joke.  Satin sheets.  How middle class.	Sue.  Sue.  I
pulled down my boxers and the cold, slickness of the sheets enveloped
everything.  I shivered, laughing, thinking of the poor shriveling idiot
between my legs.  No big deal.	I was pretty certain Sue would keep him out
of the spotlight. Selfish bitch.

I turned and saw the clock on next to the bed.	Fuck.  Almost midnight.  Call
Annie?	Let her know I'll be late.  Fuck it.  Idiot.  It's midnight.  She
knows you're late.  Annie.  Did Henry's team win?  I closed my eyes, tired,
wanting to sleep.  What a joke.

I heard more giggling.	Would Sue nail her in the bathroom?  That would be
funny.	Go in there and see?  No.  No.	Sue was controlled.  She'd keep the
kid cool until it was too late.

Where was her husband?	I could see the poor slob.  The fetal prof.  Jesus.
What?  Dissertation on the History of Pre-Modern American Agrarian Practices
in the Southwest?  Poor kid.  Would he care?  He would never know.  The
check. He'd see the check.  $250,000.  He'd see that.  Honey.  I can't
believe it. They would kiss, hug, fuck, and he wouldn't know what his dear
little wife had done for that cash.  Would he care even if he knew?  Mr.
Granola.  Nah.	The money.  A nice vacation.

$250,000.  I shook my head.  What, for Sue, maybe the annual dividends from
one of her more modest holdings.  She would make her money back.  It wasn't
great investment, but . . .  Jesus. Investment.  Like Sue gave a shit.	But
for the kid, it was all the money in the world.  The pay-off was small, and
the kid would say she'd been drunk.  It was all a mix-up.  I was okay now.

I groaned.  Sue would want me to handles this ridiculous purchase.  No. I
could give it to some kid, one of the new associates.  Rebecca.  Yes the
Dark.  Nice.  She would like that.  The flirt.	Should I nail her.  Forget
about it.  You just now got cleared for crap.  Keep clean.  No.  NO.  NO. 
Sue would want me to to handles this personally.  Fuck.  What a joke.  I
laughed.

Employment agreement.  God.  How long could the kid keep Sue's interest.  Six
months, a year tops.  That would be the term of the agreement.	Generous
severance, of course.  Termination for moral turpitude?  I laughed.  Oh yeah,
the termination clause would have to broad.  Everything would be okay.	Two
year severance?  Fuck it.  Give the kid the three year plan.  So much to do.

I heard the door creak open, slowly and looked up.  Long-limbed Sue stepped
out and shut the door behind me.  Sue.	Lacy, bright yellow.  Beautiful
against her pale skin and blond hair.  Sue.  Those smooth, lean thighs.  She
looked at me, shaking her head and walked over, covering the distance in
three steps.  I reached up to touch her thigh.	She slapped me away.

"Don't be an idiot, okay?"  she whispered.

I nodded, smiling, staring between her thighs, feeling the warmth spreading
down to my own.

"Come on," she shivered, her arms pressed against her small, firm breasts,
half showing underneath the undersized cups of her bra.  Her nipples would be
erect.	"Let me in.  It's chilly out here."

I pulled the sheets up, moved over and she sat down and noticed my nakedness.

"Charles!  What the hell are you doing, you ass?"

I shrugged.

"Put some clothes on,"  she hissed.

I ignored her, reaching forward and stroking her right thigh, the good-bumps
obvious.  She pushed me away.

"Stop it, dumbshit.  Do you want to scare her away?"

I laughed.  "Don't worry about it.  Everything'll be okay."

"Bullshit.  I'm not going to have you ruin this for me.  I've worked too . .
."

I pressed myself against her thighs, wrapping my arms around her narrow
waist. She tried to push me away, but I held on tight, resting my head
against her tits.  Her nipples were erect.  She hit me across the face and I
laughed, looking up at her face, her eyes, momentarily serious, hard.  I
stuck my tongue out.  She sighed and smiled.

"Okay. Okay.  Come on.  Compose yourself, okay?"

I nodded.

"I mean, you've been masterful all night.  Don't screw it up now."

I pressed my half-erect cock harder against her thigh, warming now.

She laughed.  "Please.  For me."

I closed my eye, resting my body against her.

"Charles."

"Yes,"	I murmured, soaking her warm body in, smelling her lovely, fresh
scent.	She must have cleaned up a little inside the bathroom.	Sue felt so
soft and light in my arms.  Sue.  I wanted to roll over on top of her and
press her down underneath me, but I was certain she would've killed me. 
Maybe I can grab her crotch.  I shook my head.	That sacred place?  Instant
death.

"What are you doing," she whispered, stroking my hair.

I was silent.

"Oh, Charles, you should see this girl's body."

"Did you kill her in there."

"No.  No.  She's changing, too."  Sue laughed.	"She didn't want to have me
see her naked, you know, but, I mean. . . ."  She continued laughing.

"Did she like what she saw?"  I asked, looking up again.

Sue nodded, smiling and I heard the door open again.  Show time.  I smiled up
and Sue and pushed myself up so I could kiss her, but Sue turned away to look
at the kid.  I focused on her long neck, instead, opening my mouth on her
throat, sucking and slowly licking my way down.  I could feel Sue shiver
against me.  I licked back up on the trail I'd left and continued sucking,
softly, on her throat.

Sue moaned.  I pressed myself harder against her thigh, fully erect, heavy and
she tried to move away and I laughed, knowing she would not risk the
set-up now.  I would take my cheap thrills as they came and while I lowered my
mouth to her right tit, I reached down with one hand to her thighs.  My touch
caused her to shudder.  Good.  Nice.

I suckled on her nipple underneath the soft fabric.  Oh Christ.  Fuck the
kid.  To fuck Sue.  Fuck.  I slowly circled the warm flesh of her legs,
feeling the muscled tone of her legs underneath rolling under my hand.	I
inched my hand up .  Almost there.  She would be wet, so wet and open.	Fuck.
 And then she pulled my face off her tit and turned it to our guest.

It was not possible.  I lurched harder against Sue.  Jesus.  Silk.  Sheer
white silk.  Large, dark nipples, and descent to a firm stomach, coming
together, narrow, and then flaring, beautifully to womanly full hips.  In the
middle, her curly hair pouched, protruding.  So tight, so fitting, carressing
that heavenly juncture where it would be hot and overlapping flesh, heat and
sticky wetness. Jesus.	Fuck.  Blushing.  Up.  Averted eyes.  I stared and
stared, wanting to eat her.

Irene slowly, trying to play her role, pulled her held hands from behind and
held them hanging in front to shield herself.  Sue.  Sue.  Sue.

"Do you like?" she asked, shaking.

I turned from her and looked up at Sue.  She was flushed, losing control.  I
could feel the intense heat of her legs against me.  Sue's AWOL.  Nice.  I
could take them both.  Nice.  I pressed harder against Sue.  She did not
respond. Nice.	I turned back to the kid.

"You're amazing, Irene."

She smiled.

"Turn around," I commanded.

She hesitated, looking at Sue and then at me.

"I want to see everything."

"Okay."

And she did quickly, her muscled back, rippling, twisting her body and then
she stood again staring directly at us.

I shook my head.  "Do it again, but slowly, this time."

She was more relaxed and nodded, turning again and stopping.  Lord. 
Perfection. Olive-skinned perfection, her dark hair resting on her shoulders,
the slight fabric just starting to ride into her crevice, clearly outlining a
full thick ass, muscled, high hanging, well supported by strong upper thighs.
 Oh man.  The work she must do . . . No, it could be natural, genetic.

"That's nice," I said.	She turned back around, flushed, but mostly
embarrassed.  "Very nice."

Okay, get the show on the road.  I turned back to Sue and she startled, her
daze broken.  She smiled at me, taking a deep breath.  I kissed her smiling
lips, pressing my chest against her, and palming her left breast with my free
hand. She gasped and struggled to free herself.  Good.	I let her go,
smiling.

"Fred, please," she begged, her eyes open wide.

"I want you to do something for me."

She looked at me and I turned from her to see Irene, who turned away,
quickly..

I turned back to Sue, who smiled for a moment and then the panic of a moment
ago returned.  Irene was watching us again.

"W . .w . .wh . what do you want?" she blubbered.

I almost laughed, but Sue did not budge, her pathetic eyes, filled with tears,
frightened.

I moved up to her ear and whispered.  "Do you want to fuck her, Sue?"  Sue
was silent.  I continued whispering.  "How are we going to do this?  Should I
start fucking you and then get her involved?  What?  What do you want me to
do?"

Sue pushed me away, covering her face, sobbing.

"I won't do that."

I smiled.

"Yes, you will."

"No, please, Fred.  This has gone too far.  Please."

She uncovered her face, red, sniffling.

"Why?"

"Because I say so."

She was staring at Irene, pleading for help with her eyes.  Unbelievable.

I turned around and saw Irene watching us, at the foot of the bed, leaning
forward, trying to understand what was going to happen, whether it would
involve her and probably hoping to get the hell away.

"Kiss her."

The kid's jaw opened, drawing air in.

I turned to Sue, who's look of sorrow had turned to bewilderment.  But I
could see at the same time in her eyes, a look of triumph.  I felt sick to my
stomach.  Fuck.  Get it over with.  We were almost there.

"I want you to kiss Irene.  I want to see the two of you kiss."

The lines were drawn for the world to see.  The evil, rich guy was trying to
get off on humiliating his wife with another woman.  The wronged wife was
staring at Irene now, unbelieving, desperate, seeking comfort from her
friend, her intimate in this shared suffering.

I turned to Irene, and shook my head.

"I won't touch you."

She took a deep breath.

"Why?"

"It's what I want."

She continued staring at Sue.  What I wanted>  Fuck.  Home.  Asleep.  I'd lost
it.  Why get in involved?  Leave the kid alone.  I could feel my erection
fading.  Awful business helping Sue.

"Okay,"  Irene said, softly, coming to us, sitting next to Sue.  I turned from
them as they reached forward to touch each other.  Sue.



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