Wednesday passed by like any normal day, and they had both been exhausted by the time they got home. They went to bed early, just cuddling together, and enjoyed a good nights sleep.

“Are you going to see Marcus today?” Bernie asked before leaving for work.

Rosemary smiled, seeing the devilish grin on his face.

“I can,” she answered. “You really want me to ask him?”

“Yes,” he replied. “I want to talk with him.”

“All right.”

Bernie was getting hard at the idea of seeing her with him and glanced at the clock. He put his lunch on the counter and stepped in front of her chair. Rosemary looked up at him curiously until he pulled his zipper down.

“Suck me like you sucked him,” he growled.

“Yeah? You like the idea of me sucking his big dick, don't you?” she teased.

He responded by putting his hand on her head and pulling her mouth to his cock.

“Yes, I do.”

She took him into her mouth, wrapping one hand around his shaft, and let him control her pace with his hand on her head. After a few moments she pulled away and looked up at him.

“I let him cum in my mouth. It was a big load, too.”

“Oh, you little slut,” he moaned.

She licked his cock and rubbed it on her face.

“His big black dick in my mouth, filling it with his hot cum…”

Bernie groaned and she felt the splatter of his hot cum on her face. She kept running his spurting cock over her face, loving the feel of his hard meat sliding through the greasy mess, moaning to herself at the intensely arousing act. She felt slutty and she loved it.

“Damn, that was a big load,” Bernie panted. “You look so fucking hot like that, baby.”

Rosemary giggled and gave his cock a quick suck. Bernie stepped away and zipped up while she used a napkin from the table to wipe off what she could.

“I have to go,” Bernie sighed. “Talk to him.”

“Oh, I will. I promise,” she replied as he walked out the door.

*****

Rosemary waited until the afternoon to speak with Marcus. She found him on the lower floors by the stairwell, mopping up a spill of coffee, and his eyes brightened when he saw her approaching.

“Hello, Marcus,” Rosemary purred. “I’ve been looking for you.”

He grinned and put the mop against the wall, straightening up and rubbing his hands together.

“Well, well, well,” he smirked, looking her up and down. “What can I do for you, I wonder?”

Rosemary glanced around.

“I, uh, I need to talk to you about something,” she replied quietly.

He thumbed towards the door across the hall.

“That’s empty.”

She smiled and followed him into the empty office, the odor of fresh paint hanging in the air, and turned towards him. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and pressed her crotch into him, feeling the growing bulge against her belly.

“My husband wants to meet you.”

“What?”

“He knows that I have let you fuck me, and he wants to meet you. At our place, on Saturday.”

He stared at her with his mouth open for a moment.

“Uh, why he want to do that?”

She moved her hands down to his pants and began to pull down his zipper.

“He wants to share me with you.”

Rosemary couldn’t believe she actually said it. It aroused her. She pulled his hardened prick out and began stroking it.

“He wants to watch you fuck me, and have both of you fuck me.”

Marcus grinned and nodded his head in understanding. He had never shared a woman yet, but had always wanted to.

“I see. Well, I never done that before, but I am certainly willing to try.”

“Good,” Rosemary giggled before dropping to her knees. “He wants to watch me suck your cock.”

She was horny as hell just talking about it and couldn’t resist doing it. Marcus moaned and rested his hands on her head when she took him into her mouth. His taught skin felt good in her mouth, and she wondered how something so soft could be so hard.

Marcus looked down, enthralled by the sight of her sucking him, and pictured her doing it while getting fucked at the same time. It thrilled him, bringing him to the edge quickly, and he erupted in her mouth. Rosemary swallowed quickly and kept sucking, keeping him in her mouth until he was drained empty. She pulled her mouth off and wiped her chin, looking up at him with a smile.

“Saturday?”

“Oh, yeah, I will be there,” he assured her.

He helped her up and she straightened her clothes out, licking her lips to remove the droplets that remained.

“I will give you the address and time later.”

She gave his soft cock a squeeze and whispered in his ear.

“I can’t wait.”

She walked out the door, leaving him alone with his dick hanging out, and smiled as she walked to the elevator.

*****

When she arrived at Mr. Brandon’s office the door was closed and the blinds down. Cheryl was not at her desk, and she put her head near the door to listen for voices. She didn’t hear anything, and decided against knocking. She took out her log book and tags, recorded the date and time on each, and placed the yellow tag on the door handle. She always did this when she was unable to enter a room, ensuring that she couldn’t be accused of not showing up, and continued with the rest of the day.

She wondered if Cheryl was in there with him, doing what she had done, and she felt a pang of jealousy. Cheryl was much prettier and slimmer, and Rosemary remembered meeting her husband once. He was very tall and somewhat attractive, and he had ogled her cleavage openly. She glanced down at her chest and giggled, knowing Cheryl was nowhere close to her size in that department, and the idea that her husband had been interested in and excited by her pleased and aroused her.

Her mind wandered to all the men she had known and met that had shown interest and desire for her. She had not realized it before, not looking for, or seeing, the signs, and felt more confident and desirable as a result. She decided that she really was, as Anita put it, a sexy bitch.

Her phone pinged, notifying her of a text, and she pulled it out to look. It was from Anita.

Drinks?

She thought for a moment before replying.

Sure

She received a response immediately.

Five, in the lounge at Roxy's

Before leaving she touched up her hair and makeup, and called Bernie. She left him a message that she was going to meet Anita for drinks and dinner, and would be home later.

She felt an odd mix of emotions on the drive to Roxy's, a combination of feeling anxious, excited, even slightly aroused, at the thought of seeing Anita. Now that she had fucked Bernie, Rosemary didn't know what to expect when they talked, and by the time she walked into the lounge was in an awkwardly uncomfortable mood. That changed when she saw Anita’s smile.

"Hey, you sexy bitch," Anita greeted. "You look great."

"Thanks," Rosemary laughed. "So do you."

She slipped into the booth beside her, getting a kiss on the lips from Anita when she turned to face her, and blushed in surprise. She glanced around the room, embarrassed by the affection.

"Don't worry," Anita chuckled. "Nobody pays attention in here. I ordered you a margarita."

Rosemary laughed nervously. The server approached and placed the drinks on the table. The tall, slim blonde gave them both a sly grin and a little nod of her head before walking away, glancing back once. Rosemary had the feeling that she had seen what happened and thought she picked up the feeling of interest.

"She likes you," Anita teased.

"What? Why do you say that?" she asked with surprise.

"She likes women," Anita shrugged. "Didn't you notice the way she smiled at you, or the gleam in her pretty blue eyes?"

"No," Rosemary admitted with a giggle.

“Hmm, you better start paying attention.”

Rosemary giggled nervously.

"So, tell me everything is good with Bernie," Anita pleaded. "And with us."

Rosemary smiled and nodded her head, taking a long drink from her glass, and pat her hand.

"Yes, everything is good," she assured her. "I hear you went to see him for lunch?"

"Oh god," Anita sighed. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know what I was thinking..."

"It's okay, really," Rosemary giggled. "In the car in a parking lot?"

"Yes," Anita admitted, slightly embarrassed. "I know, I'm a slut. I just... he's very good, Rosemary."

"Yes, he is," she laughed knowingly.

"Look, you know it's just sex, right? I have no intention of coming between you guys."

"Maybe you should 'cum' between us," Rosemary teased.

"Oh, now who's the slutty one?" Anita laughed. "I'm up for it whenever you are."

"We'll see."

The server approached with two more drinks and placed them on the table. Rosemary noticed her eyes drop to her cleavage, and then the gleam of desire when they locked eyes for a moment. She felt flushed and slightly aroused, and gave her a little smile. The server put down a napkin, sliding it towards her, and gave her wink before walking away. Rosemary picked up the napkin, read it, and passed it to Anita.

Sandy 555-220-2023

"Oh my god," Rosemary whispered. "I've never had a woman give me her number!"

"Well, my dear," Anita chuckled. "You're putting out pretty heavy slut vibes these days. Women pick up on it quicker than men. You should keep this."

"Oh, I don't know about that!"

"Oh, come on now. One day it might come in handy," Anita giggled. “She is attractive, don’t you think?”

Rosemary laughed and tucked the napkin into her purse, noticing the server watching from the bar, and the two exchanged shy smiles. She was attractive, a few years younger she decided , and the thought of kissing her popped into her head. She finished her drink and picked up the second, taking a long sip, and focused on what Anita was saying.

"... and my skirt was so wrinkled after. I had to go home after I dropped him off to change clothes," she laughed. "Had cum on the front of my blouse and running down my thighs."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Rosemary giggled.

She oddly felt a sense of pride knowing that her husband had pleased her so much. The idea of other women finding Bernie to be sexy, desirable, and a good lover somehow pleased her, but at the same time made her uncomfortable.

"So, what now? Are you still going to fuck your boss?"

"Yes," she giggled. "I will see how it goes with Bernie, I guess."

"What about Marcus? Ready to hand him over?" Anita chuckled.

"Actually, Bernie asked me to invite him over this weekend,” she confessed shyly.

Anita's mouth dropped open for a moment, and she put her hand on Rosemary's thigh.

"No fucking way... really?"

"Yes," Rosemary giggled and nodded. "He's coming over Saturday."

Anita sat back and crossed her arms, giving her a sly grin.

"You lucky bitch. You are going to enjoy it, you know that?"

"I think so," she giggled. "I hope so."

"Oh, trust me, you will," Anita assured her with a knowing grin. "Two men at once can be an awesome experience. Every girl should try it."

They both laughed and the server approached once more.

"Can I get you ladies anything else?" she offered with a sly grin.

Anita glanced at Rosemary and smiled at her.

"What time do you finish tonight?" she asked.

"I am actually at the end of my shift," she replied with a wry smile.

Rosemary just stared at Anita, unsure of what was going on.

"Would you like to join us for a drink?" Anita asked.

"Sure," she answered. "But not here. My place is only a block away, if you want to stop by."

"I think we do," Anita replied with a smile. "When you are ready to leave, we will be ready."

"Great."

Anita paid the bill while Rosemary sat quietly. She sauntered away, giving Rosemary a hungry look, and Anita excitedly grasped her thigh.

"Oh, you are going to enjoy this, my friend," she assured her. "Nobody eats pussy like another woman."

"Oh jeez, Anita," Rosemary exclaimed. "I'm not ready for this..."

"Oh, yes you are," she whispered while sliding her hand between Rosemary's thighs. "You're already wet."

Rosemary blushed slightly, knowing that Anita was right. She was wet, aroused by the sexual energy she was picking up and the idea of being with a woman again. Sandy approached, bag slung over her shoulder, and nodded her head.

"You two ready?"

They slid out of the booth and nodded in agreement, following her out the door and into the parking lot.

"Leave your cars here, it's only a block," Sandy announced. "I'm Sandy, by the way."

"Anita. And this is Rosemary."

"HI, Rosemary. Such a sweet name."

Rosemary looked into the blue eyes and saw desire. She felt the warmth between her legs and looked the lanky blonde up and down, admiring her slim figure and long legs.

They arrived at her apartment in minutes, slipping off their shoes and dropping their bags at the front entrance, and took a seat on the black leather couch. Sandy brought them each a drink, turned on some music, and told them to get comfortable. She disappeared for a few minutes, and Rosemary tried to quell her nervousness and anxiety by taking a long sip of her drink. Anita reached over and flipped open two more buttons on Rosemary's blouse, revealing more cleavage and the cups of her bra.

"Show her what she wants to see," Anita teased. “You have such beautiful tits.”

Sandy returned, wearing only a long white shirt with one button done up, and sat next to Rosemary. She looked at the cleavage and smiled, then winked at Anita. She leaned in and whispered in Rosemary's ear.

“I get the feeling you are new at this,” Sandy said softly. “I like newbies.”

"I... I..." Rosemary started to speak.

"Shh," Sandy replied, putting her finger on Rosemary's lips. "Just enjoy."

"Yeah," Anita agreed, undoing the remaining buttons on the blouse. “Just enjoy it.”

By the time both of her big nipples were being suckled and two hands were rubbing between her thighs, any trepidation and inhibition she felt vanished, replaced by intense arousal and the anticipation of tasting another woman again.

*****

Bernie listened to the message from Rosemary and chuckled, wondering what Anita had in mind for her. Anita had told him about their experience together the other night, and he knew she wanted more. The image of the two of them together, kissing, fingering, and eating pussy, made him hard.

“Hello, Vernie!”

He turned to see Tala standing by her locker, smiling her bright smile and waving. The young Filipino woman had been under Bernie’s wing when she started, and he had mentored her through her probation and ensured she would be competent to continue her career here. She had always called him Vernie, having trouble with some letters when speaking, and he had found it cute.

“Well, hello Tala!” he replied cheerfully. “I haven’t seen you for a while. How are you doing?”

She had changed shifts and he no longer spent his days with her. He missed her upbeat attitude, cute smile, and little ass. He always found her distracting, and it had taken a lot of effort to stay professional with her, especially when she had started flirting with him.

“Good, I am good. How are you, Vernie?”

“I’m good,” he admitted as she walked over to him.

She looked up at him with her sexy smirk and brown eyes, and put her hand on his chest. She was barely five feet tall, almost a foot shorter than him, and he bent his head down to look at her.

“I miss you, Vernie,” she said softly. “You always so nice to me.”

“I miss you, too,” he replied. “It’s really nice to see you.”

“You still owe me a drink, you know,” she said, poking him in the chest. “For passing probation.”

He had helped her prepare for the final day of tests, ensuring that she could do every task properly, and promised to take her for a drink if she passed. She had, but the opportunity had never materialized.

“You know what, I do. I am actually free tonight, if you want to get it.”

She smiled and tilted her head to the side slightly, her eyes brightening.

“Really? I would like that.”

“Sure. We can go right away, I’ll even buy you dinner.”

She giggled and tapped his chest with her fingers. She knew he was married, and although she had a crush on him and had flirted often, he had never asked her out or hit on her. The idea of spending time with him excited her.

“Dinner and drinks… that sounds like a date. Are you sure?”

Bernie smiled and nodded.

“Meet me in the parking lot, by the loading dock, and we’ll go.”

“Ooh, sounds kinda sneaky,” she teased. “I like that, makes me feel naughty.”

“I like naughty,” Bernie said with a smile.

They went to the pub up the road, attached to the small hotel with the water slide, and shared nachos and a few drinks. Tala stepped away to the bathroom, and when she returned stood next to him, put her hand on his shoulder, and smiled.

“Get us a room, Vernie.”

He did, and soon he was groaning loudly as her tight little pussy swallowed his cock, and her long hair flailed about while she rode him.

Rosemary was gasping for breath after Sandy moved her pussy off her face. The three women lay together, panting in a sweaty heap of multi-orgasmic juices and wet toys, sated and exhausted. She had never cum so much. Her clit tingled, too sensitive to touch now, and her tummy muscles were sore from the intense core-crunching orgasms they had given her. She decided to never doubt Anita again, glanced at the clock, and wondered what Bernie was doing.

Tala was on her back, her hands over her head and her black hair fanned out across the sheets. Her head lolled about and her eyes were closed, her little body glistening with sweat as Bernie fucked her. He was surprised and pleased at his stamina and ability to hold his load in for so long. He looked down at his cock while it slid in and out of her little hairy pussy, looking huge in contrast to her little body. His eyes took in her lithe frame, her brownish skin, slim waist, and flat tummy. Her small, perky breasts were topped with purplish little nipples, like pencil erasers, and the little bush of black hair on her pussy really turned him on.

He dropped her legs down and pumped his hips quickly, feeling the pressure peaking, and pulled his throbbing cock out. He jerked it furiously and let out a loud groan, sending streams of his cum across her torso, tits, and face, covering her in his pearly cream from pussy to mouth. The last dribbles dappled her black bush, and he sat back on his heels and admired his handiwork, amazed by the streams of cum glistening on her brownish skin. It was better than he had imagined it would be.

He lay down on the bed next to her, resting his head on the pillow, and wondered what Rosemary and Anita were up to. He glanced at Tala and rolled onto his side to face her. His fingers touched her pretty face, then drifted down to the little purplish nipples, and picked up a few dabs of cum. He rubbed around the nipples, little circles, and watched as they hardened.

He wondered why he was suddenly so attractive to women. There had always been a few that flirted with him, but none had made a move or direct offer to have sex with him, other than Lillian. He understood about Anita, they were good friends and had always had a sexual interest in each other, and Rosemary had opened the door for her. Maybe all the sex he was having was putting out some kind of vibe? He decided it didn't matter, he liked it.

His thoughts drifted to other women he knew, and he began to wonder who else he could get into bed. He ran his hand through the cum on Tala’s tummy, spreading it around, and then down to her little pussy. He played and stroked gently, feeling her respond, and her eyes opened. She gave him a sexy smirk.

“Oh, Vernie... you fuck me so good,” she sighed.

“Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did, Tala.”

She giggled and ran her hands over her chest and tummy, smearing the cum around.

“So much!” she chuckled.

“You turn me on,” he explained. “Besides, I dreamed of doing this for a long time.”

“Me, too,” she admitted with a smile.

She put her slick fingers to his lips and ran them over them.

“Tell me, what is changed? You are still married?”

“Yes, still married. Well, my wife and I decided that we would have sex with other people, together and apart, so…”

“So we can do this again?” she giggled excitedly, rolling on her side to face him.

“Sure,” he answered. “If you want.”

“Oh, I want,” she giggled and put her hand on his cock. “My husband is nice man, but not lover like you.”

“I didn’t know you got married.”

“Yes, a few months ago. I do love him and he takes very good care of me, but not a good lover.”

Her hand stroked him hard and she moved her mouth close to his, running her tongue over his lips.

“Sometimes a girl just needs some fun,” she giggled. “Let me suck you.”

Bernie lay on his back and watched her climb between his legs. His cock looked massive in her little hands, and she licked up and down the shaft, swirling and teasing him for minutes before taking the fat tip in her mouth. She stretched it wide and managed to take a few inches, bobbing up and down slowly while keeping her hands around the shaft, and quickly brought him to the edge.

“Oh, fuck… I’m going to cum.”

She pumped her hands and kept her lips locked around him, taking the load into her mouth. Once the pulsing stopped she opened her lips, allowing Bernie to watch his cum pour over his cock as it dripped from her mouth, and she stroked it up and down, working the slick juice over his taut skin.

She looked up at him and smiled.

“You like?”

“Fuck yeah,” he moaned.

She moved up his body, straddling his waist, and leaned forward, putting her mouth on his and giving him a taste of his cum.

“Maybe one time a month?” she asked. “We come here?”

“As often as you want,” he replied.

She giggled and lay on top of him with her head on his chest. Bernie smiled. Now he had Anita and Tala to fuck, on top of his now slutty wife. The thought of needing to get into better shape to keep his strength up crossed his mind, and he tried to remember if his gym membership was still valid.

*****

Rosemary arrived home minutes before Bernie. She was drinking a large glass of water when he came in, and he gave her a smirk.

“You look like you need a shower.”

She put the glass down, realizing that she was a mess, with her hair not brushed and her face and body still covered in the dried juices. They had left quickly, and now Rosemary regretted it.

“Uh, yes. I do,” she admitted embarrassingly.

“You and Anita have fun?” he asked teasingly.

“Yes. We went to Sandy’s apartment for a few drinks after Roxy’s.”

“Who is Sandy?” he asked, not recognizing the name.

“Um, a server at Roxy’s. Anita made friends with her.”

“And now she is your new ‘friend’, too?” he chuckled. “I can’t wait to hear about it.”

She didn’t answer, the idea of telling him about her threesome with other women both awkward and embarrassing, even if she did love every lick and kiss. She was finding her newfound attraction to women enjoyable but confusing.

“Where were you?” she asked.

“I went for a drink with Tala. Remember her?”

Rosemary remembered her well. The little Filipino slut, half her size and at least ten years younger, with the pretty face and long black hair. She knew she had eyes for Bernie and was glad when she had changed shifts.

“Yes, I do,” she replied coldly. “Just a drink?”

”A few drinks,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“Did you fuck her?”

Bernie was taken aback by the tone in her voice.

“Did you fuck that little Filipino slut?” she asked angrily.

“Yes, I did,” he admitted nervously, confused by her reaction.

“That little bitch! I knew she would fuck you if she got the chance!”

She paced around the room, waving her hands about and muttering, then pointed at him.

“You always wanted to fuck her! You planned this, didn’t you? As soon as you could, you fucked that little slut!”

Bernie was stunned and just looked at her.

“You’re an asshole, Bernie! Or should I call you Vernie? Like your little girlfriend?”

She stormed away, slamming the bathroom door behind her and locking it. Bernie stared at the closed door and wondered what the fuck was going on.