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The Office (MF, work)
by Larry Lawrence
I guess I should start this by telling you a little about
myself. My name is Beth (that's made-up, but it's a name I've
always liked). I'm 26, 5'7", 120 lbs (on a good day), and I have
pale brown hair and dark brown eyes. I consider myself to me
better looking than average, and I've always been aware that I
attract my share of male attention.
I've been married for four and a half years, and we have one
daughter who's almost five. Yeah, that's why we got married, but
it's been a good marriage for the most part, despite that. My
husband is a large-truck mechanic for a dealership and I'm a
secretary. For the past three years I've worked for two men, Tim
and Lloyd, who run an independent insurance agency. It's a pretty
decent job. Better than most anyway, and Tim and Lloyd are a lot
of fun to work around, but that's what this story is about.
From the day that I was hired, there's always been a lot of
teasing and mild flirtation. It was always in fun and I certainly
never felt that I was actually being propositioned or anything like
that. I never felt like I was being sexually harassed. I'd have
quit if I had. Just a lot of double entendre and semi-dirty jokes.
That was the status quo for two years, and everyone was content
with it.
The first break in that routine happened on a Friday
afternoon. All three of us had had a terrible week. Absolutely
everything had went wrong. We were all in poor humor, and just
wanted to finish the week and forget about it. About 2:30 in the
afternoon, Lloyd walked out of his office announcing "Fuck it, I've
had enough."
I said a silent amen to that, and Tim, who had heard from his
office, shouted out his agreement. He also yelled that he had a
bottle of Scotch and that we should lock the door and join him for
a drink. It took a few minutes to get things closed up and put
away, but soon enough the three of us were toasting the end of a
lousy week.
I guess things really got started when Lloyd left to go to the
restroom. I looked over at Tim and we both broke out laughing. No
reason, just one of those drunk things. Then, without warning, he
leaned over and kissed me. I mean he really kissed me. His tongue
was all over in my mouth, and at the same time he dropped one hand
to my knee and then ran it halfway up my thigh. God, it was really
hot! Anyway, we were kissing like that when Lloyd announced his
return by saying, "Well, look what happens when I turn my back for
two minutes."
Startled, both of us jerked apart, but Lloyd was just standing
there laughing at us. He said that that the least I could do was
give him a kiss, too. Tim chipped in that it was only fair, and
quite honestly, I found that I wanted to kiss him. Tim's kiss had
me fired up and I wanted to see how Lloyd compared. Telling myself
that it was just a kiss and didn't mean anything, I agreed. Lloyd
seated himself next to me on the couch so that I was between him
and Tim, and bent over to kiss me.
If anything, Lloyd kissed even better that Tim. Lloyd used
his lips and tongue to take my breath away. I swear it wasn't just
the alcohol that had my head spinning. It wasn't until we broke
for air that I noticed that he had a hand resting on my boob. I
pushed it away, saying that we shouldn't get carried away. Now,
however, it was Tim's turn to complain that Lloyd's kiss had been
longer than his. I gave him a quick peck and said, "There, now
you're even."
Tim wasn't buying that, though, and he pushed me back and gave
me a very forceful kiss. What he lacked in the way of Lloyd's
technique, he made up for in passion. Once again, he ran his hand
up my leg as we kissed, but this time he didn't stop halfway.
While he didn't actually touch my pussy, his hand was up to the
crease between my leg and crotch. I pushed him away, but before I
knew what was happening, Lloyd was kissing me again. I absolutely
love to kiss, and it's one area where my husband is quite
deficient. That made it pretty easily to rationalize what I was
doing as harmless fun.
It must have been five minutes before I gathered the resolve
to push both of them away with any determination. That's when I
realized that several buttons on my blouse were undone, and that my
skirt was up around my hips. That shocked me enough that I finally
got up and told Tim and Lloyd that the fun and games were over.
The acquiesced gracefully enough, although I couldn't help but
observe that both had hard-ons bulging noticeably in their pants.
It was almost a month later, when Lloyd and Tim were
discussing where they were going to get lunch when Tim suggested
that I join them in going to one of the better restaurants in town.
I refused at first because of the expense, but Tim persuading me
saying "Don't worry about money. Lloyd's treat." I had to laugh
at Lloyd's protest, and there's no better way to get on my good
side than to make me laugh. I exercised my prerogative to change
my mind and said that in that case I would love to go.
Lunch turned out to be great. The food was wonderful, and Tim
and Lloyd seemed to be in great spirits. They teased each other
throughout lunch and they got pretty raw a few times. Lloyd was
calling Tim "Pencil Dick", and Tim was saying that Lloyd had been
arrested for disturbing the peace at a motel once when his
girlfriend had started barking. It's not that funny now, but at
the time I was laughing so much that I was in tears.
I tried questioning them about what their wives had to say
about their fooling around, and how would they react if their wives
behaved the same way. Tim brushed the question off saying, "Oh,
who cares? She's no good, anyway." Lloyd piped up right away
with, "I don't know about that. I thought she was pretty good last
night." Tim threw some food at him and they renewed their cut
fight. By the time we left the restaurant, we were all high on
laughter as well as the drinks we'd managed to put away.
Once back at the office, Lloyd announced that he sure as hell
didn't feel like working and left the closed sign up. Tim yelled
from his office that he had some booze and we moved back there.
The conversation picked up once more, but it was in a more serious
tone. We talked about all kinds of things and it was a lot of fun.
Even better from my point of view was that I felt like "one of the
guys." It was a good feeling.
The topic got around to spouses and all of us complained about
ours being worse than anyone else's. I renewed my earlier question
about what they would do if they found out that their wives were
cheating on them. I was flabbergasted when both responded that it
was pretty likely that it either had happened already or would
happen sooner or later. Neither one of them seemed offended by the
idea, saying that if it didn't turn into a scandal, then what they
didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
I expressed my amazement at their understanding, say that I
didn't think me or Bobby either one would be so understanding.
They both put it off to the age difference, pointing out that they
had nearly twenty years on me. "When you get to be our age, it
won't seem so important." Tim said that I must have been tempted
at some time or another. I told him that I hadn't, telling them
that the episode in the office a couple of months ago had been the
only time I had kissed another man since my marriage. I was
embarrassed when Lloyd asked if I hadn't been tempted to go further
then. I denied it, saying that I just enjoyed kissing. Inside,
however, I wondered if was telling the truth, but assured myself
that I was. Lloyd's only response was a comically morose, "Shit,
Tim, we're losing our touch."
The radio was playing some old dance music, and the
conversation lagged as well listened to the tunes. Out of nowhere,
Tim asked "Know what I wish my wife would do?" Lloyd guessed,
"Grow a third hand in her twat" and "Learn to suck golf balls
through a straw." Tim was serious, though, and he ignored Lloyd to
answer his own question, "Dance. I wish my wife could dance. I
used to love to dance, but she doesn't know how and she won't
learn." It was obvious that Tim really meant it, and his
wistfulness struck a chord in me.
I got up and extended my hand to him, asking him to dance with
me. He looked at me in astonishment, asking if I was serious. I
told him I was and that my father had taught me to dance and that
I missed that style of dancing. We danced in Tim's office straight
through three songs. Tim was a good dancer and after the first
song, we'd relaxed and just enjoyed the slow movement. It was
during the forth song when I heard Tim say my name. I took my head
off of his shoulder to look up at him and he kissed me.
He was very soft at first, just teasing my lips with his.
Then he just touched the tip of his tongue to my lips and I just
melted. He pressed his mouth hard against mine and I let his
tongue slip past my teeth. Throughout all of that, we never lost
the rhythm of the music. As we danced, we kept kissing. Soft,
hard, tenderly, passionately, teasingly. All kinds of kisses and
all of them wonderful, and all to the soft music moving our bodies.
It was pure romance, except for the touch of lust that gave it all
such a delightful edge.
I could feel Tim's hands down on my ass, and I was even more
aware of his hard-on pressing against my belly. It seemed okay,
though, and I didn't object. I just danced and let him kiss me.
As we danced Tim had somehow worked my skirt up so that my panties
were all that were separating his hands from my bare ass as I
hadn't worn panty hose that day. I also realized that Lloyd was
probably getting a real eyeful when I was turned in that direction
so I broke away from Tim saying that we had better take a break.
Tim didn't object, but just led me over to the couch.
As soon as we sat down, he renewed his attack. His kisses
were even more fervent and more overwhelming. I felt his hand
squeezing my breasts, but I couldn't find the strength to resist.
When his hand feel to my knee, and when I felt his fingertips
tickling their way up my thigh, I parted my legs slightly to ease
his access until I felt his hand cupped over my pubic mound. He
massaged my pussy through the thin nylon sending tingles through
every part of my body. I was lost and I knew it. Tim was going to
screw me right there, less than an hour after I had asserted that
I had no interest in cheating on my husband.
I began to recline when I bumped into something, which I
realized, to my shock, was Lloyd. He had moved over to join us on
the couch. I knew right away what they had in mind for me. I
turned my head in his direction and when I opened my mouth to
protest, Lloyd silenced me with a tantalizingly passionate kiss.
I tried to struggle, but recognized that my attempts were so feeble
as to be meaningless. Lloyd kept kissing me as his fingers trailed
magically along the buttons of my blouse, leaving each one undone
in his wake. He didn't even try to reach the hook on my bra.
Instead he simply folded each cup over, popping my tits out into
the air.
As Lloyd kissed me and toyed with one nipple, Tim cupped his
mouth over my other tit and began gently sucking it while he
continued to rub my pussy through my panties. They kept it up
until I had my first orgasm, which I have to admit didn't take
long. I remember at one point I looked down and was amazed to see
my hips were rolling in time with Tim's hand as he masturbated me.
God, I hadn't even known I was moving!
As I recovered from my orgasm, Tim and Lloyd quickly stripped
me and laid me on my back. Lloyd knelt on the floor next to me
while Tim kissed his way down my stomach until his face was buried
in my muff. I can't describe how good it felt to be french kissing
Lloyd while Tim was eating me. It seems like it should overload
your senses until they start blowing like weak fuses, but it wasn't
like that at all. Instead it seemed that the warmth and tenderness
they displayed was a perfect counterpoint to the intense sexual
heat of the experience. Like when you mix two foods that seem to
be totally opposite but they combine to form a perfectly balanced
blend. Like sauerkraut pizza. Anyway, I got off two more times
that way.
Tim was the first to slip between my legs. By that time, I
welcomed his weight and the feel of his skin on mine. I felt the
head of his cock probing at my crotch and I spread my legs even
wider, raising them into the air for him. When he entered me it
was pure heaven. I don't think I was ever so ready to be
penetrated as I was right then. At the same time, Lloyd was still
kneeling by me and running his fingers though my hair, softly
telling me how beautiful and sexy and desirable I was. Now who can
resist that kind of treatment? Not me, evidently, huh?
I extended a hand to the front of Lloyd's pants. Realizing
what I wanted he eagerly complied and removed his pants completely.
There I was with Tim screwing me while I stroked Lloyd's hard dick.
It was so erotic that I was literally shaking with excitement. I
realized that Tim was nearing his climax, but unlike my husband who
always sped up at the critical moment, Tim was slowing down. I
could feel him swelling and getting even harder as he teased
himself to the brink of orgasm. Then he broke and all of my
awareness was focused completely on the way his dick was twitching
inside of me and the flood of his heat deep in my cunt. I got
deliciously near the point of cumming again myself feeling his
volcanic reaction to our lovemaking.
Tim's body collapsed on me and Lloyd was covering my face and
mouth with small kisses while Tim regained his strength. Lloyd
anxiously asked if I was going to "do him" also. It was kind of
mean, but the way he said it and the look on his face was so funny
that I couldn't help but tease him a bit by asking "Do you what?"
That left Lloyd quite flustered as he stammered out, "You know, let
me fuck you." I had never been into dirty talk, but something
about hearing Lloyd say that he wanted to fuck me gave me a
delicious thrill. "Oh, yeah! I'll let you fuck me. I want you
to", I answered, enjoying the new game. Lloyd broke out in a wide
smile and he yelled at Tim, "C'mon dammit. Move your ass. Let a
real man show you how it's done."
Tim relinquished his position with a grin, and as Lloyd
mounted me, I noticed that Tim moved back to where he could get a
clear view between our legs. Lloyd sliding his cock into me
distracted me for a few moments, but when I looked back down at him
over Lloyd's shoulder, Tim's face was within a few feet of my well
occupied pussy and he had a rapt expression on his face. I wasn't
so innocent that I hadn't seen a few adult movies at various
parties, so in my imagination I could envision the sight before his
eyes. Plus I had a fresh load of cum in me that Lloyd was dipping
away in. I hadn't seen that in any movies. Tim noticed that I was
watching him and he gave a guilty start. I smiled to assure him
that it was okay with me. He grinned back and said, "Jesus, Beth,
you look great."
With those words still in my ears, I settled back to enjoy the
fucking that Lloyd was giving me. He was drilling me with long,
steady strokes and creating a wonderful sensation that flowered out
from my cunt and through every nerve in my body. I could feel
Tim's eyes on us and that only added to the thrill. Soon, my body
was racing out of control and I was racked with another long,
delightful orgasm. I had my arms wrapped tightly around Lloyd's
shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded his
cock into me. I could feel a fine sheen of perspiration break out
on his body and when, with a low moan, he managed to thrust himself
even deeper into me, I knew he was cumming. I wanted to feel his
sperm splashing in me, but I was so lost in the final throes of my
own orgasm that I missed his.
After he finished, Lloyd laid on me for a while kissing me.
Even as I was sucking his tongue into my mouth, I could feel his
dick softening and shrinking in me. I wriggled around trying to
keep it lodged in my puss, but it soon plopped out of me despite my
efforts. Lloyd rolled off, but I was delighted to see that Tim was
standing over me holding his hard-on in his hand. I held my arms
out to him, intending to pull him down on me. He resisted and
pulled me to a sitting position instead. He sat next to me and we
started making out. Tim told me that he'd never imagined that I
was so hot. I had to laugh, and I told him that I hadn't known it
either. Tim played with my tits for a while and sucked on each
nipple in turn. He put a hand down on my pussy and while he
fingered me he teased me about how sloppy I was. It was all so
decadent and hedonistic that I enjoyed it immensely.
I was playing with Tim's dick which was still sticky from the
remnants of his sex with me. He reached out and put his hand on
the back of my neck and began pulling me down. I resisted
slightly. I don't mind sucking dick, but I've never been to crazy
about the taste of cum, and the idea of licking his dick while it
was covered with both of our juices didn't appeal to me very much
at all. Tim was pretty forceful, however, and it seemed a little
silly to put up a fight at that point so I let him guide my face
toward his crotch. To my surprise, I found the taste quite
pleasant and I was soon bobbing up and down over him quite
enthusiastically. I even welcomed it when Tim moved me to my hands
and knees on the floor and he entered me doggie-style while Lloyd
placed his still limp and gooey dick in my mouth.
God, the details after that are so fuzzy. I mean I can
remember everything that they did to me, but it seems so remote.
Like a memory of a movie or something, but, brother, was that one
pornographic movie! For two guys in their upper 40s, Lloyd and Tim
seemed to have plenty of stamina. It seemed that even if one
needed to take a break, the other was ready to go. They had their
dicks in my pussy and mouth for over four hours non-stop. I came
so much that I swore I couldn't get off another time, but they
would always find a way.
The next morning I went to work feeling quite happy and
confident in myself. I was wondering if I should allow a repeat of
the previous days activities and if so, what ground rules I should
lay down. I was the first one into the office which was normal.
When Tim came in I was standing behind my desk straightening things
up. He said, "Good morning, sexy" and walked up behind me.
Without another word, he was pushing me down over my desk. I could
feel him tugging carelessly at my panty hose, but he had taken me
so much by surprise that I just didn't know what to do. I had
painted such a different scenario in my mind that I couldn't make
sense of what was happening. Has anything ever happened to you
that's was so drastically different from what you expected that you
couldn't cope with it. I know that sounds lame, but it's true. By
the time it all sank in, Tim had, as well. I was bent over the
desk while Tim humped happily away.
I hadn't heard Lloyd come in, until he groaned, "Oh, not
again. I'm too old for this." I looked helplessly in his
direction and I could feel my face reddening from embarrassment.
Lloyd didn't look like he felt too old, however, as he was rubbing
his dick through his slacks. When Tim finished, Lloyd moved in
immediately. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard him say, "OK,
baby. It's hammer time." Lloyd used me as quickly and
impersonally as Tim had. Lloyd was still zipping up his pants when
Tim handed me some typing he wanted done.
Since that time, Tim and Lloyd have pretty much used me in
anyway that they want, taking me one at a time or both together
when the opportunity arises. I don't know how to get out of this
situation, and I'm not even sure that I want to. I'm always afraid
that my husband will find out, but now I'm trapped.