Lets Make A Deal Pt 07

Author's note:

This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with

Part 1

In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse.

If you're looking mostly for explicit sex, this probably is not the story for you, so why don't you just go on to something else? There is explicit sex in some parts, but even there it's not the focus.

Also, some parts contain religious discussions which will offend some people and bore others. If you're one of those people, again, why not go on to something else?

30.

Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye

Thursday morning, Martha and Lynda came into his office as usual. Martha went to Scott's desk and said to him, "Pop up the camera app a moment." She checked that the office camera was off. She sat in his lap and kissed him briefly, then stood up and said to Lynda, "OK, he's all yours."

Lynda came over and kissed him. "Scott, dear, I know what you've asked us to do in the mornings, but—well, with your permission, I'm hoping we can make an exception this once and have a quickie. It really shouldn't take any longer."

He kissed her. "OK, I think." After a moment, he said, "What position were you thinking of? Straddle me the way Martha did, or like last night?"

"Straddle, unless you prefer the other. Wonderful as that was, you're right, it was awkward. I'm thinking about what I can stand on next time. But for now, get those pants down."

He pulled them down, and she came over and lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear. "You see? I came prepared." She straddled him. Her height made it more awkward than it had been with Martha, until she had him all the way in. At that point she was just about the right height. She leaned way up and kissed him, coming almost off him and pulling his head down, then began moving up and down. He tried to move in rhythm. She moaned, repeatedly, and then suddenly ground herself against him as she came. He came, too, a moment later. They both just stayed put for a moment, then she kissed him and came off him.

After she cleaned them both up, and pulled on panties that she took from her bag, she said, "I'm sure you know that I won't normally be that ready that fast, or come that fast. I think I was dreaming about last night, just before I woke up, and I wish you'd been there right then. I wouldn't have lasted one minute! But I asked Martha if it was OK if I took care of you this morning, I mean I told her what I was planning, and she said OK. I admit that I had my hand under my skirt pretty much the whole time we were driving in, to be as ready as I could." She kissed him again quickly. "Scott, thank you for being open to that. I'll go get busy, but thank you."

During the afternoon, Scott called Lynda into his office. He called Antonio's and asked to speak to Tony. "Hey, Tony, it's Scott. Listen, we've got a little problem, and I mean little. Monday we ordered pizza, you remember? No, it was just fine. Not that kind of problem! Here's the thing. I sent one of my people over to get it. She was going to put the change in the tip jar, but in collecting all the stuff it automatically went into her pocket, and she found it later and talked to me about it. I told her she could just take it over and put it in now, but that I thought you divided the tips among the folks who worked that specific shift. Am I right? OK, I know it's a little extra work for you, but if she goes over there now, can you see that the right people get it? It's not that much, I know, but service was good and all that. Great! She'll be there in just a few minutes. And thanks. You know your stuff's always good, and we're glad to have you over there. See you one of these days."

He looked at Lynda. "When you get over there, just tell whoever is up front that you're supposed to see Tony. He'll take care of you. Tell him the extra accounting work was all my idea." She nodded and left.

That evening when Scott arrived at the house, Martha was making something for dinner which wouldn't take her much longer but then would be in the oven for an hour, she said. "I don't want any help," she said. "It would just slow me down. You two just go off and play somewhere else." Scott did detour to hug her from behind and kiss her neck, but avoided interrupting her further. She was brandishing a sharp knife.

So Scott and Lynda went off to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed. Scott held her and kissed her, keeping things light. After a bit, she said, "Scott, dear, you're always a gentleman. I think she meant for us to go ahead without waiting for her."

"Maybe she did, but she also said she'd be done soon. OK, we can go ahead, but the main event waits for her."

So he began caressing her, first through her clothes, then removing them one by one. She undressed him as well. She said, "Wait a minute," and went off for a towel, which she put across the bed. She said, "When you come in, could you be on top this time?"

"Well, maybe. It may be pretty uncomfortable, especially for you, because I'm so much taller. But more importantly, is that going to make you feel, um, helpless and assaulted?"

"I don't think so." She kissed him, more intensely than they had been doing. "You're always so considerate. As for the height issue, let's try right now. Don't come in yet, since you want to wait, but just lie on top of me the way you would." They tried it. She actually wasn't quite as far down under him as he had expected. A lot of the fourteen or fifteen inches' difference in their heights was, of course, in their legs, and he hadn't thought of that. He thought that he'd have known if he'd been paying attention the night before, when she was on top of him. But the top of her head was still below his chin. He lay there for a minute, and then rolled off. She said, "You're right, that won't work. I can't see anything except your chest, no matter what I do, and even holding yourself up you make it a little hard to breathe. Although you know, I said it won't work, but if you really want to do it that way, any time, we can. Just say so. And I really mean that." She dimpled suddenly. "Either on the bed or on the floor." She became serious again. "Either would be uncomfortable for me, enough that I wouldn't enjoy it, but I really do mean whatever you want."

Martha came in, and said, "Done already?"

Lynda told her, "We haven't really gotten started yet. Scott wanted to wait for you."

"Wait for me what? Am I supposed to watch, or to participate?"

Scott said, "I was thinking you'd want to watch. If you can think of a good way to participate, great, do it. But while, oh, something like kissing one of you while the other sucks on me sounds really exciting in the abstract, in the end someone has to back off. I'd rather give you, either of you, my full attention, I think."

Martha started taking off her clothes. "I won't get involved that way, then. But if you can spare me a little attention now and again, I'd love to just be there next to you."

She got into bed. They moved over to make room. Scott rolled over enough to put his arm around her and kiss her. He rubbed her breasts gently and kissed her again. "Now, someone told me I should be playing with Lynda, and I think she's pretty much just been waiting because I told her to. So I hope you won't mind if I turn my attention to her now."

He turned back to Lynda. "Lynda, honey, we've been kind of keeping to the edges of this, but I'm pretty much ready. We can take as long as you need and do whatever you'd like."

"What I'd really like is—what you did with Martha on Monday. Please. Make love to me like that."

"Oh, honey. You can't realize how much I'd love to, but I can't do that." He was suddenly reminded. "Excuse me just one moment." He turned to Martha and gave her a kiss. "Martha, hon, you know how much I love your body, and how good you've been to me with it. But we both seem to have forgotten. Please, put your panties back on. It would be very easy for the worst to happen right now, and that might be pretty risky as things are now." He kissed her again, and turned back to Lynda, as Martha got up. "I'm sorry. You're entitled to my full attention, but that was important."

Lynda sat up. "Scott. Dear. Please sit up and look at me." When he was sitting, she put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes and said, "Will you

please

stop that. You do something important, kind, generous, thoughtful, gentle, tender, or otherwise just plain unselfish and wonderful, and then you apologize for it. Will you please stop saying you're sorry for being considerate?"

He sighed. "A lot of the time I don't think your description is right, but I'll try. Really. But I don't expect to succeed. You're not the first person to say I do that, so there's probably some truth in it. Chris used to get really upset, though I don't think she would have used any of those adjectives about it, but if I'd say, 'I'm sorry, but would you do such-and-such for me,' or something like that, or lots of things, and she would really get mad. But, well, take the case at hand. Even if we were just standing around talking about something, not just chitchat but something that mattered, it feels incredibly rude to me to stop to say something to someone else. It may be important to do, and urgent, even necessary, but I feel terrible about putting you on hold to talk to someone else. And we weren't just talking. How can I not apologize? If I were in your place, it would bother me, even if I could see that the interruption was necessary., or that not interrupting would be rude to someone else." Sometime during this, Martha sat back down with them.

Lynda leaned over and hugged him. Martha hugged him from the behind. She said, "She's right, though. It gets to us both. What you say makes sense, but if we can see why you are doing or saying something, please don't say you're sorry. Try, anyway.

Especially

when it's something like she said, kind, thoughtful, any of those things. Like keeping me from getting pregnant."

He could feel Martha's breasts pressed against his back, and see as well as feel Lynda's body against him. He kissed Lynda quickly and said, "Can we go back to where we were? I'll try not to say I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure I can't do what you asked, and I mean

can't

not

don't want to

. With Martha, it was my third time coming that evening, and there was the condom. I'm pretty sure I couldn't have had her come around me the way she did without coming myself, without both those things. And I won't put on a condom for you, I guess I'm not supposed to apologize, but I really do want to please you but I want to feel you around me. And too much of it is up to you, too. The first time Martha came, I had barely touched her, you know that. It wasn't anything I did, she was so turned on she came without my doing anything. I'll try to help you come like that, as much as I can, but I can't make you. And far from lasting through your coming twice with me inside, I'm not sure I'll even make it in before I come, at this rate. Remind me later to tell you a story about that. Ask me to tell you about Penny, if I don't remember."

Martha said, "I'll bet that if you come before she does, she'll be fine if you keep on kissing and touching her until you're ready for another go. And I'd be willing to yield her a turn or two for that. Even if we were taking turns."

Lynda said, "I didn't mean making me come right away, anyway. What I meant was more like what Martha said. Try to help me come before you even come in, and then see if I can twice, or even once, after that, even if it takes a while. I won't blame you if I can't, but I hope you'll really try."

He said, "I'm willing to try, and I'd love to. Just so you know it wasn't anything special I did the other night. And if you're willing to put up with any mess that may result and clean it up."

Martha said, "I guess I better go turn the oven down just a little. But Lynda, if you want, I could do something that would help him not come so fast with you, if you're willing to wait after that." She stood up, grabbed a robe, and headed out to the kitchen.

He said, "If you want her to, I'm fine with that. If you're willing to risk it, I'll try not to come first, or to come too early once I am in, but it's really not something I can control that well."

As Martha came back in, Lynda said, "It might even help me to watch you with Scott, but no thanks. I want him all for now. I don't mean I don't appreciate the offer, it may be a good idea, but let me try, OK? Even if I wish later I'd taken you up on it."

She leaned in and kissed him, hard. "I wish I could start out as ready as she did Monday. I saw what happened when you just touched her breasts, even through her clothes, and I'm nowhere near that far along. I was almost like that this morning, you know that! Or last night, the second time. But if you'll please just get going, we'll see what we can do. I am hot enough already that it may not be all that hard."

His hands went to her breasts, and he rubbed and squeezed the nipples. She moaned and kissed him harder. She didn't try to jump down his throat the way Martha had, but she kissed him again, even harder, starting to pant a little. He continued to play with her breasts. His erection was pretty demanding, and he hoped he could hold off long enough to get inside her at least. He pulled her down onto the bed, and began licking and kissing her breasts. His hand wandered across her stomach and down her hips, circling back to stroke the front of her vulva. She arched her back a little. He parted her labia, moving down and a little in for lubrication, circling the mouth of her vagina and coming back up to the front again. She moaned again, and pulled his head back up to where he could kiss her again, then grabbed his hand with one of hers and pushed it down against her and rubbed him against herself harder.

Her hips came up again and pushed at him. She stopped kissing him. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping and panting and moaning. He was very aware of his penis against her, dripping and rubbing. He tried to push his hand more firmly in and up and down. Then he slid his index finger into her a little, trying to keep rubbing at the areas outside as well. She pushed back harder. After a minute or two more of this, she lifted her hips even more, and then she came. He shoved his finger inside all the way, letting the rest of his hand hold almost still and push against her, as she moaned and whimpered and pushed back. After a minute she relaxed and then opened her eyes and looked at his face. "Scott, darling, that was wonderful. I know I'm using that word too much, but it was. Can you just hold me for a while before we go on?"

He kissed her, just a peck on the lips, and shifted so that he could push one hand under her and put both arms around her. He lifted her a little to rest on his chest. His hands ran down her back and cupped her butt, then came back up to her waist. They lay there a while like that, and then she kissed him, firmly but not urgently. She said, "You're right, technique isn't that much of it. You did fine, but if I didn't know how gentle and tender, I'm trying hard not to say loving, you've been, to Martha and to me both, that probably wouldn't have happened. So you're half right. I brought . . . wanting you . . . as my share, but you're wrong when you say that it's nothing you do. It's everything you do." She kissed him, more thoroughly.

He let his hand stray again, up to her breasts, down between her legs, as they kissed. She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him again. She let one of her hands stray across his chest and stomach, then down to circle his penis. As she stroked up and down, he was afraid that if she kept that up he'd never make it inside her. "Lynda, honey, that's going to have messy results if you do it much more."

She stopped stroking, but didn't take her hand away. She kissed him again. She said, "Do that just a little more." He rubbed at her vulva until she gasped sharply. She kissed him once more, very ardently, and got up and straddled him, then lowered herself onto him. He went in pretty smoothly, not quite in one motion but nearly. She said, "Do you want me to stay like this, or to lie down more?"

"Whichever is better for you. If you stay like that, and do most of the moving, I may be able to last a little longer."

She nodded and stayed on her knees, moving her body up and down. She was very wet, and it felt wonderful to Scott. He tried to hold still and relax a little, but it was hard. She moved faster, holding on to him tighter, and his hips lifted to meet her. He tried to stop that, but after just a minute or so more he found himself lifting up again, breathing harder now. He gasped, "I don't think I can hold back much longer." Then, suddenly, with a long grunting exhalation, he came. He pushed up harder against her, as the pulses came and went, and then she was coming too. Eventually, she lay down on top of him, sliding her legs back.

"Thank you, Scott. Dear. It still doesn't seem to come naturally, but I really do mean it, and I hope I can learn to say it without having to stop and think."

"Do you want to try for a third round before dinner? I thought that's what you meant."

"Yes, but I know you can't yet. Are you really willing to wait?"

"When we hadn't been married all that long, Chris and I sometimes, I'd just stay in her, and we'd kiss and stuff until I was stiff enough to do it again. It would take longer the second time, of course. She never came the second time, usually she hadn't even the first time either. Now, if you want, we can wait like this. I can enjoy doing things like this—" he cupped her butt in his hands and stroked "—or this." He brought his hands up to her breasts, which were crushed against his torso, slid them in, and stroked gently. "Or you can come off and come up here where I can kiss you. Or we can go and eat dinner, and later either we go once more, or you watch Martha with me. You've been so good to me just now, I'm ready to leave it to you, both of you."

Martha came over by the bed. She bent over and kissed Scott. She said to Lynda, "I can take care of the kissing part if you want, or if you want to come kiss him I'll see how fast I can get him ready." Lynda lifted her head and looked at them both, then slid up Scott's body a little, until his penis, beginning to be limp, came out. She got up a bit, gave Martha a quick hug and said, "Thank you," and lay down and put her arms around Scott's neck and kissed him. He kissed her back, not hurrying, and felt Martha take his penis in her mouth. It felt really good, and he might even have responded a little, but he was a long way from being ready.

They continued like this. Before long Scott was stroking Lynda's body again, and she eventually showed signs of responding, too. His penis became erect, not at all as hard as it had been the first time, but it was getting sensitive. As Martha licked and sucked and stroked, he gradually found himself thrusting back and forth a little. About the same time, Lynda began to kiss him a lot more urgently, too. Martha sat back and said, "I think he's ready again, and in fact it sure looks like you both are." She went back to the stool by the vanity and sat down again. Scott kissed Lynda, hard, stroking her where she seemed to be most sensitive. She moaned, then lifted herself up, moved down the bed, and straddled him again. She guided him inside and slid down on him with a little gasp, moving to lie against him. She said, "I'd never have thought I could want it again so soon. Don't be too quick, but I don't think you'll need to hang back either."