I hadn't planned for any of this to happen.

When my husband went out of town, I had every intention of being a faithful wife, just as I always did. I fantasized about sex, of course, but I had never really considered an affair or even a fling. We'd only been married two and a half years, so I hadn't really been tested before, and if I had been, I might have failed earlier, but I hadn't been unfaithful yet, and I wasn't really planning to be that day. My husband, Ray, works for a defense contractor. His job takes him overseas frequently. He had been gone twelve weeks by then and was probably going to be gone at least six more.

I was starved for sex. That's no excuse, I know. I'm always starved for sex when he's gone, but I usually make it through. Fingers and vibrators ease the tension some, but they aren't a real person, with arms and legs and the smell of summer sunshine mixed with patchouli and leather.

Arlen Cobb is a very good looking man. Tall, well tanned, and fit with hypnotic blue eyes and a thick head of blonde hair, he could probably have been a movie star instead of a lawyer. He could have probably been a lot of things other than a lawyer, but after going through law school it probably seemed a bit wasteful and foolish to him not to just go ahead and get a job in law. I'm sure he hadn't had a problem finding a job at Cobb, Jefferson and Lake, his grandfather had helped found the firm.

I've always been flirty. I've been working at the firm for three years. Arlen Cobb is my boss. B. Arlen Cobb is a partner and I am his personal assistant. It had never been my ambition to be a personal assistant, but I was. We had house payments. Ray made a good living, but not quite enough for the house by the lake we wanted. Not if we wanted things like furniture, electricity and food. I may be spoiled, but I wanted those things. 

I'm very flirty. I'll admit that right up front. It's part of my nature, and it sometimes has gotten me into some predicaments. Being in my bosses arms seemed like a predicament, and I'd gotten into it by flirting with him. I'm pretty sure he made the first move toward my lips. He leaned forward a bit, and I leaned toward him, and suddenly, my lips were drawn to his. Our tongues met, and by the time I remembered that I was a married woman and wasn't supposed to let myself get into that position, I was in it, lifted off the floor onto the cool smooth mahogany of his desk. I'd been on a committee to stop the use of endangered wood when I was in college. I'd been such an idealist then.

He held my ass in his hands as he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, laying me back gently, my long blonde hair cascading on the desk top. My skirt, which was the proper length for business and not something sexy that I'd worn just to tempt him, was above my waist and my panties were on the floor. His finger stroked the length of my wet slit, giving my clitoris lots of attention. He slid one finger into me and rotated his thumb on my clit.

“Your pussy is really wet,” he said. It was, and he was making it even wetter. He was the first person to touch me there in weeks, except me, of course. I quivered, touching his hand, my body right at the edge. Then I felt the tip of his cock spread me open and enter me.

Then, with his balls against my ass, he said, “I want to fuck you.” It seemed a bit late to be saying that, but I'm sure it was an honest statement. If he'd said it under other circumstances, like in a boardroom or standing by my desk, I'd have been shocked, but considering that he'd gone from kissing me to being inside me in what seemed an instant, I was relieved. I would have hated for him to go to all this trouble and not want to fuck me.

I wanted to fuck him too. I won't deny that. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any man in the entire sexual history of my life. “Fuck me,” I said, and he did.

He slid into and out of me in a hard, fast rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him and lay back, my moans and the scent of my sex filling the air. I dug in my heels and grabbed the edges of the desk.

He pounded me. My husband sometimes pounds me, and other men have pounded me as well, but this was an outstanding pounding by any comparison I could make. I hoped his office was soundproofed because I was loud. His secretary had gone for the weekend, and most of the associates had already headed for home. I'd had business with the boss, so I was there a little late.

Now the boss had business with me. He drove into me with purpose, I had come, and now he wanted to as well. I was ready for him to empty himself in me. I was right on the verge of coming, feeling it build in me like a dam about to break. As his body arched and I felt the spasms of his cock inside me, I was swept away in a flood of ecstasy, my body shaking as I felt him releasing himself into me.

Then I wondered if I'd taken my pill that morning. I'd have to look.

When he had pulled up his jockey shorts and trousers, he told me that he had to have dinner with a client, a state senator. “I'd ask you along,” he said, “But it's strictly confidential.”

“I understand,” I said, cleaning myself and putting my panties back on. His specialty was criminal law, and he had some really interesting clients. I didn't like having them in the office, and I certainly didn't want to have dinner with them. For the most part, the clients he represented were as deceitful and dishonest as lawyers. The politicians he dealt with were equally corrupt.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

I felt great. I didn't even think about feeling guilty, I just felt elated. I was disappointed that he had to rush off, but that's men for you. Once they've had what they want, they're ready for pizza or football, or meetings with clients.

“I'd like to take you out later,” he said.

“I probably should wait for my husband to call,” I said. “He's supposed to call before ten.”

“I'll be done with this business by then,” he said. “I know a great place where you can release your wild side and forget your inhibitions.”

“Maybe,” I said. “What should I wear?”

“A thong and shoes,” he said. “Flip flops will do, but heels would be better. No hose, no clothes except for maybe a shirt to cover you on the ride.”

“Call me first,” I said. “I'll think about it.”

My husband hadn't called by ten. It would be three in the morning where he was. I showered, shaved my pubes and legs, brushed my teeth, put on my makeup, and waited. At five till eleven I put on a lacy thong and took one of my husband's tee shirts out of the closet. I thought that if Arlen didn't call, I'd read and go to bed.

I thought that if he did call, I'd tell him I didn't want to go. I shouldn't be out letting my wild side run free anyway. A little guilt had started to settle in and I was beginning to consider what a mistake I'd made. Arlen wasn't going to call. Tomorrow he'd probably find a way to either fire me or reassign me. I didn't want to have to go to tax law or contracts. Everything about the law seemed so dull to me. Only criminal law seemed to have any chance for adventure. Even it didn't seem to provide much.

At 11:04 the doorbell rang.

I opened it.

“Beautiful,” he said.

I forgot any reasons why I shouldn't be going out with him. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Should I bring my purse?”

“You don't need your purse, but you can bring it. We'll lock it in the car.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Whatever you feel like doing,” he said.

“Want to just stay here?” I asked. I was hoping he'd say yes, take me back to my bedroom and fuck me senseless, but I was disappointed.

“I want to fuck you till your pussy is sore,” he said. “I want to put my dick into every part of you where it will fit, and keep you naked until your husband gets home, but not tonight. Tonight is your night to let your tiger out.”

“I'm not sure I have a tiger,” I said. If I did it had never been far from it's cage. So far I'd cheated on my husband one time. 

By then we were in his car. When we reached our destination, he turned off the motor and unbuckled my seat belt. 

“There's Clifford Sims,” he said. Rolling down his window he shouted, “Cliff, got a minute.”

I hoped he didn't plan to talk business with me almost naked in the passenger seat. Cliff walked around his car and opened the door for a woman who I took to be either his wife or girlfriend.

We got out then. I was disappointed. I'd been hoping he'd take me somewhere and fuck me in his car. It had been so long since I'd been fucked in a car. These days it was always the bed, and sometimes the sofa that I was still making payments on.

The men shook hands, and Arlen took the woman into his arms. I was jealous. I wanted to be in his arms.

“Maddy,” Arlen said. “You are even more beautiful than I remembered.”

“You liar,” she said. “Who is this cute little pussycat?”

“This is Cynthia,” he said. “My valued and honored associate.”

“Are you fucking her?” Maddy asked.

“Not at the moment.”

“Darling,” she said to me, “Do you mind if I borrow Arlen for awhile.”

I just shook my head no. I couldn't really speak. Maddy was naked, decked out in high heels, and loaded with jewelry. Cliff was a fit older man, white haired and very distinguished looking.

“Arlen,” she said, “I want to suck your cock sometime tonight. If that's all right with Cynthia.”

“I don't own him,” I said. “In fact, I'm married and...”

“I'm married too,” she said. “Isn't that a coincidence?”

“My husband is out of town...” I started to explain. This seemed a good time to back out of the evening. I would just tell her that I should be home, and ask Arlen to take me there.

“My husband is somewhere,” she said. “Probably with some cute young man from one of his classes. He loves to fuck pretty young men. He likes women too. He'll fuck anything, anywhere, anytime. Except for his wife, of course. He doesn't fuck me much. Does your husband fuck you regularly?”

“When he's home,” I said. “He's been gone for a week.”

“You must be starved for dick,” she said.

“I, uh...”

She put her arm around me. “You men, listen. Cynthia needs cock. Would you rather get fucked in the back seat or bent over the car?”

“I uh...”

“I know that Cliff would love to have some of your sweet pussy,” she said. “Wouldn't you, Cliff?”

She pulled my shirt off over my head, exposing me to the men and a couple of people who had come into the parking lot to smoke.

“It's nice and wet,” she said, after putting her fingers inside my thong. “Bent over or back seat?” she asked.

I didn't really get time to answer. Cliff spun me around and bent me over the trunk. “You'll have to spread your legs,” he said.

He pushed my panties to one side and put his dick in me.

There was really nothing to hold on to. I felt him inside me, then, in a moment, he was through. “He has a bit of a control problem,” Maddy said. “If he gets enough pussy tonight, maybe he'll be able to go a decent round with me.”

She kissed me, full on the mouth. Lips to lips, tongues, and everything. She squeezed my ass and gave me a smack, hard and loud. I jumped and grabbed that cheek.

“We'll see you inside,” she said, laughing with Cliff as they walked toward the door.

“Well,” I said. “I guess that was an experience.”

“A brief one,” Arlen said.

“I need to clean up,” I said. Cliff had been quick, but he had left a lot of splatter. He had worn a condom inside me, but had pulled it off and splattered it on my ass and thighs.”

“You can clean up inside,” he said, taking my arm and leading me toward the entrance where the two smokers were still lurking. I'd been fucked faster than a person could smoke a cigarette. It wasn't midnight yet, and I'd already cheated on my husband twice.

When we were inside, we were greeted by a buxom woman in a corset, hose and high heels. She had two beautiful boys on a leash.

“Cyn needs to clean up,” Arlen told the woman. I expected her to point me to the nearest ladies room, but instead she ordered one of her boys to clean me up. I didn't have time to explain that I'd rather do it myself before they were licking Cliffs cum off me with their tongues.

“Every drop,” she ordered. “And why is she still wearing panties? Do I have to tell you everything?”

“One of the boys took my panties in his teeth and pulled them down. He had obviously had practice. They were off in a flash. He held them in his teeth.

“Have them washed, you idiot,” she said.

He scurried away, my lacy thong in his teeth and Cliffs fluids on his chin. “Are you afraid of her pussy?” she asked the other boy. “Get in there and make sure it's clean and fresh.”

He licked my pussy, giving me goosebumps. He was thorough, I'll say that for him. He even licked my asshole without being told, put his tongue right in there.

He didn't stop until she ordered him up.

“Thank you,” I said.

I didn't actually feel clean, I felt wet from the boy's tongues and from my own fluids. I was very horny. I wanted Arlen to take me somewhere and fuck me. Right there in the foyer, if he wanted. Instead, he took my hand and led me through the double doors into the main room of the club.

I couldn't take it all in. It was sensual overload. People were fucking on sofas and a man was whipping another man with a strap. It looked painful. It also looked interesting. I stopped to watch.

“Want to whip someone?” Arlen asked.

“No. I uh... I...”

“Wondering how it would feel to have that leather striping your ass?”

“Sort of,” I said.

“Maybe I can borrow his strap later on,” he said, giving me a wicked grin.

“You have a belt,” I said. I immediately blushed. I wasn't inviting him to take off his belt and give me a whipping. I was just making an observation. Really. Honestly.

“Have you ever eaten pussy?” he asked.

“In college,” I said.

“Are you any good at it?”

“I know where everything is,” I said. The truth was I had done it once, just because a friend wanted to try it.

“Let's start with a few oral exercises,” he said. He sat on one of the chairs, unzipping his pants as he sat and taking out his dick. I dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth.

“Not now,” he said. “I want you to go ask Marie if she can find you a woman to satisfy.”

“Marie is the lady with the string of boys?”

“Yep.”

I found Marie and made my request. She looked around the room, finally taking me to a very butch looking brunet with big breasts and long legs. She was dressed in slacks and a man's shirt.

“This is Cynthia,” she told the woman. “Cyn, Lynn.”

“Lynn Smithers,” she said. “Do you want to go to a private room?”

I was a little nervous. I had never had sex with a lesbian before, all my experience had just been playing around with friends. I was afraid she'd see my level of inexperience. Still, I followed Lynn to her room, where she started to undress immediately. I just stood there, naked, watching her.

When all her clothing had been carefully hung or folded, she led me to the bed. My nipples were hard when she took them in her mouth. It hurt in a really wonderful way when she bit them. I really didn't know what to do. I put my hands on her breasts and felt her nipples, long and hard against my palms. I took them between my fingers and thumbs. I wondered what they would taste like. She had really long nipples. I sucked on one, then the other.

Arlen hadn't said anything about her eating my pussy, but in a few moments, I was flat on my back, my legs apart, and her head between them, feeling her tongue teasing me. She had excellent control of her tongue, licking me and bringing me to orgasm, first with her tongue, then with her fingers.

I reciprocated as best I could. I was there to eat pussy, after all. She was musky and salty, and her clit was big. It was easy to find, and she was very sensitive. When she was coming, I put my tongue between her pussy lips and filled her as well as I was able. She was noisier than me. Much louder than Emma had been when I put my tongue in her. After she came, she pulled me close, put her hand between my legs and started rubbing me with her fingers. She put her fingers into me, one and two at a time, keeping up a constant rhythm. I collapsed afterward, tired and sleepy.

I was lying lazily in bed when she got up and took a strap-on from her drawer. She put it on, holding the long thick dildo in her hand. It took me a moment to realize that she was planning on using it on me.

“I don't feel like this often,” she said. “But I wish I had a real dick so that I could fuck you.”

I stared at her, my mouth dropping a bit.

“On your knees,” she said. “Ass in the air.”

I could see her putting lube on her strap-on. I got to my knees. She got behind me, took my hair in one hand, gave my ass a slap, and put her dildo in my pussy. I screamed. It was cold, big and thick. It was good quality, feeling like a real dick, if a real dick was that big. I'd never felt a real dick that big, so I couldn't say for sure.

She fucked me like she owned me. Pulling my hair and smacking my ass, she had me bucking in no time. I pushed myself to her with each thrust, feeling the dildo stretching me. She pounded away at me, and I wondered how long she would go on. She could go on forever if she had the stamina. I wanted Arlen to make my pussy sore, not her rubber cock.

Finally, I just collapsed onto my face. She withdrew and gave me a kiss on each cheek, then found my asshole with her tongue while rubbing my clit with her fingers. She got off the bed and retrieved something else from the drawer.

“What's that?” I asked.

“Anal beads,” she told me. “Don't worry. They're clean. I'll use these graduated beads, so you'll be starting small and work your way up. Now, back on your knees.”

She applied a bit of lube to my asshole and slipped in the first bead. It wasn't so bad. She rubbed my clit while she slipped them into my ass one by one. Her knowing fingers had me on the edge of orgasm as she slipped the beads one by one into me.

When the last bead was in, she slapped my ass and told me to lie on my back. I lay there while she buried her face in my crotch, hoping that she'd stop teasing me and let me come. Then, when I was right on the cusp, on the very edge of coming, she started pulling the beads out. I was suddenly experiencing the best orgasm of my life.

I reciprocated the best I could, and she came, but I knew that I didn't approach her level of talent. I did my best, but I felt that I'd cheated her somehow.

“I have to go back out,” she said. “Get down on your knees.”

I got down on my knees.

She gave me a hard slap to the thigh.

“Hands and knees, girl, do I have to tell you everything?”

“No ma'am.”

“I've got a nice butt plug for you, and then you are going to crawl around the public area for awhile until the auction.”

“The auction?”

“I assumed Arlen brought you here to sell you.”

“He didn't mention it to me,” I said.

“Well. Too bad. You'd go for a big wad.”

I didn't know whether to thank her or not, so I kept my mouth shut as she turned and strode from the room. I had to crawl as fast as I could to keep up with her. The butt plug didn't make crawling any easier either.

Finally, she stopped.

“Who's this, then?” a man's voice asked.

“Oh, I can't remember her name. Nice pussy licker though. She likes dick too if you're interested.

I looked up, seeing a tall man who was completely naked except for leather bands on his arms and a pair of golden boots. He sported an erection that looked at least ten inches long, but it might have just looked bigger from my perspective.

“Yours?” he asked.

“No, she's Arlen's,” Lynn told him.

“Maybe just a taste then.” He said from behind me.

Lynn turned my head with her crop. “Eyes front,” she said giving me a hard swat to my ass.

“Can I take out the butt plug?” he asked.

“No. That stays in until Arlen comes back to claim her. Just for safe keeping.”

I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks, and then one finger slid down my ass crack, touching my pussy. He had a light touch. I wondered if he'd be as rough with me as Arlen had been.

I soon found out, as his cock head began to rub itself against my lips and clit. His cock felt even bigger than it had looked. Thick as my wrist, filling me all the way up. I had to work to maintain my position as he began to plunge in and out of me. Harder and harder, faster and faster, pulling me back to him with every forward stroke. The butt plug made the experience even more intense. I wondered if double penetration was this good.

I trembled so hard when I began to cum that I had to struggle to keep my arms from collapsing. A few strokes later I felt his cock begin to spurt into me. I squeezed myself around him in rhythm with his spasms, enjoying the feeling of fullness.

I'd have to think of some kind of penance for this, I thought as he grew softer and slid from me. Moments later I saw him walk past me. I lifted my head to follow him, drinking in his beautiful chocolate skin. I felt a hard slap on my dripping pussy, bringing me back to attention.

“Arlen's here,” she said.

I looked back.

“A little wetter than I expected, but none the worse for wear I hope.”

He took me by my hair pulling me to my feet. I could feel cum dripping down my thighs and clenched my butt cheeks to keep the butt plug in place.

“I plugged her for you,” Lynn said. “You're leaving already?”

“Got to get her home,” he said. “She's got a long night ahead of her.”

“Lucky you,” she said. “I hope you bring her back sometime.”

“Maybe,” he said. “When she wants something a little more adventurous.”

“I need to get cleaned up and put my shirt back on,” I told him.

“I think you can ride home like this,” he said.

Why not?

*photo by Alfred Cheney