Chapter 3
Dating had gotten quite complicated in the months after the canoe trip. I was still seeing Crystal, and with her consent, yes I really did ask first, I was seeing Donna and Tanya, neither all that seriously, but frequently enough that I wasn't at a loss for someone to have sex with when I was interested. Donna had made it a point to seduce me at work on several occasions before I agreed to date her, and Tanya, having less opportunity at work, frequently stopped by my house unannounced. She seemed to always show up in some manner of provocative dress, including on one occasion, completely naked. She seemed to be searching for the one outfit that would entice me to have sex quickly, something that she never seemed to fail at, though sometimes with more effort than others. I wasn't sure she was really interested in a long term relationship as much as a physical one.
But Crystal was still my first choice and my most frequent date partner. Dinner, movies, talking, walking, taking a hike in the woods and even riding bikes. I'd introduced her to fishing, one of my favorite pastimes, and had gotten her all the appropriate clothing for deer hunting, which started in only a few weeks. She seemed to be honestly interested in building our relationship aside from the sex. As she put it, "I could get all the sex I wanted any time I wanted from any number of women," but she seemed to want to convince me that my lower head and my heart weren't necessarily attached. I was beginning to suspect she was right, but try as I might, I was still having a hard time getting past the guys playing with her and touching her during her show. I think she still new that, especially when we were having sex.
Crystal had taken to coming over most nights that she worked, letting her sexual energy vent on me in bouts of wild sex, often followed by long quiet nights sleeping together. She'd promised not to do any more guys in the dressing room, unless I either said she could, or told her we were done. To date, I'd told her I didn't control her, but she was still set on trying to make me her sole sexual partner, even while she was encouraging me to have sex with the ladies at work.
The problem was, the more I saw of Donna and Crystal, the harder it was for me to think of being with only one of them. I was definitely developing feelings for Donna that were starting to rival the intensity of the almost instantaneous feelings I had for Crystal. I wouldn't believe in love at first sight if it had not been for my ex-wife, but that's what Crystal felt like, intense love at first sight.
If I were pushed to choose one right now, I doubted I could. I also knew that keeping both of them, especially in this way, was impossible in the long or even relatively short term. As if things weren't complicated enough, Marge had become an occasional sex partner. She made visits or took me on short trips which almost always ended in some form of sexual play, including several very seductive lap dances. Sometimes she'd just stop by my office to ask how things were going, and sometimes she'd come by my house in her red Mercedes for an evening of casual sex, always culminating in a discussion of how I was feeling and doing. She seemed genuinely interested in helping me sort through my confusing jumble of emotions and find an appropriate, willing, sexually active partner, even if it meant an end to our periodic interludes.
Of course, she was contributing to that jumble in some ways. I always felt guilty having sex with the boss's wife, no matter how many times she had assured me that it was fine by all concerned. I'd talked it over with Crystal on several occasions, and each time the discussion ended in both rather energetic sex, and her pronouncement that this was just something my heart was going to have to sort out on its own, and she was quite willing to wait for that answer. Of course, she hoped that it ended in her favor, which she was doing her best to encourage.
Let's face it. The only real reason I was hesitating was because of her stripping. I just had a problem getting past that, even though Marge and Donna had on several occasions reminded me that I was executing a classic double standard, given my current arrangement of partners. It didn't particularly surprise me to find out that Marge had sought out Crystal and gotten to know her, the two now being quite friendly. I was a bit more surprised to find out that Marge took the time to know which nights Crystal worked, ensuring that she didn't come by and "use me up" before Crystal could come by after work. All in all, this was a sexually satisfying time and an emotionally tumultuous time.
"Hey there lover boy!" Marge said as she walked into my office late one Wednesday afternoon. It was more than late enough to quit for the day, but I still had some paperwork to finish up on the project I was working on, which had kept me a bit past my normal quitting time.
"Marge. What's up?" I asked, looking up from my computer and swiveling my chair to face her. She was dressed in a VERY short dress, the hem of the skirt so short that I could see the tops of her thigh high stockings peaking from under the skin tight red skirt material. The top of the dress was sleeveless and quite obviously backless. The entire front of the dress seemed to be little more than loose folds of material circling around her neck and hanging down until it attached to the waistband of the skin tight skirt portion. The material hung down loosely over her big breasts, which seemed to almost show through the thin material as they wiggled side to side, completely unrestrained.
"Well, I'm taking you out," she said, setting two large shopping bags on my desk and then turning to close my office door. "But you definitely can't go out like that," she said, pointing to my button down dress shirt and dockers. "I got you something more appropriate to wear."
"Oh?" I asked as she stepped back to my desk and started to pull items from the two bags.
"Of course. Go ahead, get undressed," she practically commanded, pausing her unloading to stand and look at me. "Unless you want me to come do it myself, which I wouldn't mind at all!"
"No, that's fine. I'm sure I can undress myself," I said, shaking my head as I pushed my chair back and bent over to untie my shoes. By the time I had my shoes off, she had the bags unloaded and was standing next to my desk looking at me expectantly. I stood up and she reached for my shirt and started to undo the buttons.
"You know that I care about you, right?" she asked as she undid the buttons of my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders.
"Yeah," I answered as she pulled my t-shirt from my pants and pulled it up over my head.
"I care about you both as a good friend, and as my lover," she said as she tossed the shirt aside and reached for my pants, quickly undoing my belt.
"Yeah, I understand that," I answered her curiously as she squatted on the floor in front of me, pulling my pants down, waiting patiently for me to lift my feet so she could pull them off. She reached up for my briefs and pulled them down as well.
"These need to go too," she said with a grin as she pulled them down my legs, leaving me standing there in nothing but my socks. "Ohhhhh yes. Such a nice cock. What say we make this all nice and hard?" she added as she leaned towards me and engulfed my cock with her wet lips.
"Oh geez," I groaned softly as she quickly sucked my half hard cock, causing it to grow rapidly.
"Mmmmmm," she said, pulling her face from my cock. "I know I said I wouldn't have sex with you at work anymore, but how about we have dessert before dinner today?" she asked as she stood up. She reached behind her neck and pulled the looped material over her head, dropping it down the front of her, leaving her bare from her hips up. With a smile she reached for her hips and wiggled them, pushing the red dress down over her hips until it slid down her legs. She stepped from the dress, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thigh high nude stockings and five inch red high heels.
"Marge..."
"Shhhhhh," she said putting her finger to my mouth for a moment. She smiled and reached down to my arms and steered me back to my chair, pushing me back until I had to sit down. Reaching for the back of my chair for support, she stepped herself over the chair, her thighs resting on the arms and her legs spread wide in front of me. "Why don't you help guide yourself into me?" she cooed softly, rocking herself up on her thighs to lift herself high enough for my cock to move under her pussy.
Knowing that she was not to be denied when she got an idea into her head, I reached down and pressed my cock towards her pussy, letting her slowly lower herself down until my head engaged into the entrance to her sweet tunnel.
"Ohhhh yeah lover. Just what I need," she moaned as she slowly lowered her wet pussy down my shaft.
"I think someone's been thinking about sex for a while today," I said, reaching up to cup her large tits, squeezing them slightly and running my thumbs back and forth across her hard nipples.
"You have no idea!" she moaned softly as she began rocking herself on the arms of the chair, using her legs to lever herself up and down and her arms to balance herself. Up and down she moved, lubricating more and more of my shaft until her bare ass was slapping lightly against my thighs, my cock driving up into her until my head pressed against her cervix and the end of her tunnel.
"Ohhhh God," I groaned as she rode up and down, my own hips trying to stroke up into her in time with her motions, driving us both wild.
"Michael... You know...that I care about....you deeply...Right?" she asked breathlessly between strokes as she drove herself up and down my fat shaft.
"Uh huh," I agreed with a groan.
"And you...know that...I wouldn't...do anything...to hurt you...right?"
"Uh huh."
"I want you...to do something...for me...tonight."
"Sure, what?" I groaned, feeling my climax growing closer by the second, her pussy starting to quiver and clench around me as her own orgasm inched ever closer.
"Trust me...and do whatever...I ask tonight... Okay?" she practically begged, her legs and arms trembling.
"Okay," I groaned as her pussy spasmed around my cock. "Oh shit," I grunted as my orgasm hit, causing me to jerk and jam my cock up into her spasming pussy. I felt my cum surge up into her, filling her pussy as my body jerked over and over again, her whole body shaking and trembling as she sat on me, her arms moving down around my neck and pulling her chest toward my face.
"Ohhhhh God yesssss," she moaned softly as her trembles and shudders started to subside. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her as she pressed her breasts gently to my face, her lips softly kissing the top of my head.
"So what do you want me to do?" I asked after I could breathe more normally again.
"You'll find out. I just want you to promise that you'll do what I want and not ask questions."
"Kind of unusual."
"I know. But you trust me, don't you? You know I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you."
"Yeah, I believe that."
"Then trust me tonight. Know that no matter what, this is something I believe will help you in ways you can't imagine."
"Now you have me very curious."
"And that curiosity will just have to wait," she said with a smile, pushing her body back from my face so she could look down at me. "Michael, I care very much about you, but I also know that what we have is fleeting and temporary. It can't last, so while I can, I would like to try and do something that can last. You'll just have to trust me that tonight is more about your happiness than anything else. Okay?"
"Kind of mysterious, but okay. I'll trust you."
"Good," she said with a cheerful smile. "Time to get dressed then."
"If you say so," I said as she pushed herself off me, my cum dripping from her spread pussy as she slid back off the chair.
