Warnings: This story contains group sex, a little bondage, and a little lesbian sex, as well as oblique references to incest.
Note: This could also have been placed in Group Sex. But since the first 4 chapters are in E&V, I have included this one in E&V, too.
Thank you for your comments. It was your comments that made me decide to write one more chapter.
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Chris and I discussed our time at the home of Rajeev and Krishna quite a bit after it was over and we were home. We would relive it blow by blow in our minds. Of course I forgave Chris for secretly showing videos of my extreme sexual indiscretions to a third party (in this case Rajeev) but I made him swear on a bible he would never do that again with anyone else.
In the meantime, a week later, Rajeev sent over the videos of our wild sexual escapades that memorable night at their home. This led to some wild sex on our part. I was really enjoying my life with Chris.
My times at my new job were working out well, too. As I have said, modesty aside, I am about as good a legal secretary as one can find in New York, and my bosses were pleased with my work.
The problems began when rumors of my sexual promiscuity from my previous job reached my new job. Some evil and jealous former secretary had let it slip to a friend at my firm, and she had cleverly let the firm's primary sexual predator know about my past. His name was Mikhail, but everyone called him Mike. He began to come to me with work to do: memos to type, dictation to take, etc.
He was not one of my bosses, and technically he could not ask me to do work. But I did not know he was a sexual predator, and I still wanted to make a good impression, so of course I complied and did all the work he asked of me. I did it well, and quickly.
One Friday just before quitting he came with some dictation and said he needed it typed up urgently. I stayed late and did it. It took me a half hour. I walked it over to his office when I was done, planning to leave it on his desk for him to get Monday, or over the weekend if he decided to come in. We were not allowed to send documents by email.
He was still in his office, however, and he seemed pleased I had done this for him. He thanked me and said the only proper way to thank me was to take me to dinner. I thanked him but declined, explaining I had to get home to my 'partner.' That is the term for a husband when one is not married.
Mike was insistent, however, and we compromised on having a cocktail together. I thought Mike was quite handsome. He was tall and strong, and he gave off an air of masculine confidence. He even smelled of a great aftershave. He dressed well too, and he looked dashing in his fancy Italian suit, his soft blue shirt, and his striped tie, expertly knotted. Even his cuff-links were tasteful.
He took me to a very fancy bar in midtown and the cocktail was wonderful, and he was fairly charming with his conversation. I excused myself when he offered to buy me a second cocktail, and I descended into the subway and went home to Chris.
Mike was smooth, but I could tell he was interested in me, and I was both flattered and aroused by the thought that he wanted me. Chris was the immediate beneficiary of this, as I attacked him lustily soon after I got home.
Mike repeated this behavior each Friday, always giving me something urgent to do right before quitting time, and then taking me out for drinks afterwards. By the third time, I was letting him buy me two cocktails, and by the fourth time I had three cocktails, and I became good and drunk.
When I came home drunk with the smell of booze on my breath, I explained to Chris what was going on. Chris told me what he thought was going on: Mike was playing the long game to get me into bed. I of course had realized this on some level, but Chris stating it explicitly made me fully realize it.
Chris was excited; he loves seeing me get laid by other men, and he wanted to video it secretly. But I said no. I had already lost one job by "fraternizing" with two lawyers, and I did not want to lose this one, too. I really liked this job. Plus, I was disgusted with myself for having behaved like such a slut both just before I met Chris, then later in Key West, and then at the home of Rajeev and Krishna.
The next Friday, when Mike pulled the same stunt, I spoke to him after my second cocktail. I told him that I liked him a lot, and found him sexy, but that sex was off the table. "We work together, Mike. Not only is it a bad idea, but also I could lose my job. I love this job, and I do not want to risk it via an affair, no matter how attracted I am to you."
Mike took it well, and for the first time I let him give me a kiss goodnight just before I once again descended into the subway. He kissed me wonderfully: He was gentle and loving, and yet erotic in a rough sort of way. It all sounds contradictory but I swear it was like that.
I thought it was over and that I had handled it well. The next two Fridays we went out for a drink as had now become our routine, and we kissed goodnight each time. Evey kiss was wonderful and got me aroused.
The second time however, as we kissed goodnight, Mike put his hands on my ass and pulled me into him and he pushed his erection into my stomach. We stood at the bar's door kissing like that for a good five minutes. I wondered what the other bar patrons thought.
Mike said, "Come here, sweet Jeanie," and he pulled me over to a dark corner of the bar. We sat down, and he ordered us both another cocktail, and then a fourth, and then a fifth, and I was plastered. He kissed me while we were sitting there in the bar, and he stuck his hand under my skirt.
I felt fairly well protected, since I had on panties of course, but also pantyhose. I was not worried, and probably because I was horny, attracted to him, and thoroughly drunk, I let his hand remain under my skirt.
My first mistake was to let him lead me to a dark corner table in the bar. My second mistake was to let him get me drunk. My third mistake was to make out with him in public in the bar. But my fourth and biggest mistake was not to remove his hand from my left leg under my skirt.
As we kissed some more, and I loved every kiss, he suddenly added his other hand, and they both rose to my waist and ripped down my pantyhose and my panties in one sudden move. I heard my pantyhose tear. I became alarmed. I broke the kiss and said, "What the hell do you think you are doing, Mark?"
"Kiss me, babe," he said, and he began kissing me again, and my outrage and resistance melted away. My inner slut, which emerges when I am drunk, had come out to play.
With my privates now accessible, he began to finger me, right there in the bar. I relaxed a bit, and as he kissed me and fingered me I began to moan ever so softly. I was aroused. I was indeed seriously aroused, and Mike not only knew it, he was counting on it.
