This is the second of three parts in this particular story, part of the Chocolate Dreams series. I think it's enjoyable on its own, but obviously makes more sense if you read part one. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. Comments and ratings are always welcome.
JORDAN
That moment I had dreaded happened a few weeks later. I had completely forgotten the waking nightmare I had about Jordan and Diane during the sales gangbang. In fact, Diane and I were in a good place. We had talked out the issues I had with that event. While I wasn't at all pleased with Diane's needs for sex outside of our relationship, I conceded that she was a free agent. But she had promised me that she would avoid being trapped in group 'events' like that in the future. And everything between us in the past few weeks spoke to her growing commitment to us as a couple, so I decided to hope for the best. it helped that Mike had a heavy travel schedule and hadn't been around to arrange any 'meetings'. We hadn't moved in together yet, but most nights were spent together, usually at her condo because female logistics are much more complicated than those of the typical male. These days of making love to her at night, going to sleep and waking up next to her in the morning were my dream come true.
Given that, it was an unexpected shock when I went to Jordan's office early one morning, having spent a rare night alone at my place, and met Diane coming out. She was as surprised as I was.
"Dave! Hi! Didn't expect to see you until tonight..." She blushed a bright crimson and I immediately saw why. There was a streak of cum above her right eyebrow and another three-inch long streak in her dark hair. A button on her blouse was buttoned in the wrong hole, and it was obvious that she was braless from the swell of her breasts in the blouse.
"I...I don't know what to say," she stammered out. "Can we talk tonight?"
"Sure," I told her as calmly as I could. "You might want to clean that cum off your face in the meantime, and the cum in your hair too."
With that I brushed by her and went into the office, closing the door behind me.
Jordan was standing behind his desk, tucking his cock - 'Damn, it's big, even just semi-hard!' - into his boxers. His pants were still at his ankles.
"Did you forget..." he started to say, then looked up and saw me. "Oh, shit!"
I should have guessed this would happen; Diane's sexual appetite was apparently too much for one man. And she had been unusually nice to Jordan lately. No more bickering or back-talk - as Mike had said, 'big cock team-building'.
"Dave, I can explain," Jordan started to say.
"I think the scene speaks for itself," I told him coldly.
"No, it's not....well, yeah it is what it looks like. What I mean is that it's just sex. Diane told me that you two are together, but she said it was an open relationship, that you could have sex with other people. When she came in here one day and offered me a blowjob..."
"So - you've been fucking her for the past few weeks," I offered.
"No! No, actually, we don't fuck - she won't do that. She's said that she only does that with you. See, the deal is that she comes here a few times a week and gives me a blowjob. She says she wants to suck my cock because it's so big. The tradeoff is that I get to see her tits, suck on them some before she blows me. It's gotten to where I know it's that day because she comes in here braless. She takes off her blouse, sits on my desk and lets me have her breasts."
He had said all of this as fast as he could, obviously nervous as hell.
"And you don't fuck?" I repeated.
"No! The most she's let me do is fuck her tits once. I insisted, because she once swore she would never let me do that. I guess my cock changed her mind."
"Forgetting my objections to all of this for the moment, you two need to be more discreet," I told him. "She was a mess leaving here."
"I told her that!" he answered. "She was late for something. Every time has been a little different," he explained. "Sometimes she makes me cum in her mouth. Today she wanted me to give her a facial. I gave her tissues to clean up with, but she was in a hurry."
"I'm guessing she's going to let you fuck her sooner or later," I told him. "Hard to believe she won't want to be satisfied like that."
"She gets herself off while blowing me," he said back. "She says she can cum just from sucking my cock. And believe me, her just sucking my cock is enough for me! You're a lucky guy; she's the best I've ever had, and the only woman ever who could deepthroat me. That's a sight! Her looking up at me with my cock buried in her throat. I'm getting hard again just thinking of it!"
"Yeah, got it - spare me the details," I told him. "The point is the two of you aren't fucking."
"No, I swear it," Jordan said, and I believed him. In a perverse way it made me feel better - at least Diane had drawn the line somewhere because of her feelings for me.
"We almost...I mean I think we came close once."
"Really?" I replied, leading him.
"Well, yeah. The other day she came in, shut and locked the door and told me, 'I have a special treat for you today.' She walked around the desk, pushed my chair back, took off her skirt and sat on the desk. She had nothing on under the skirt! She says 'It's oral exam day. Let's see how good you are at eating pussy.' Then she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs!"
"And you did what?" I asked.
"I ate her pussy as well as I knew how! I moved in, lowered my head and started licking around her lips. Diane's legs go over my shoulders and she lifts her hips; I can see she's wet and ready. But I tease her a bit, licking close to her clit but not touching it. She starts moving around, trying to get my tongue in the right spot, but I make her work for it. But she finally pulls my head into her and moves herself to my tongue."
"How did this get to almost fucking?" I asked.
"Well, I'm working her clit and Diane's bucking and moaning - enough that I had to stop and tell her to be quiet! I go back to her clit and really work it. I put two fingers in her, find her G-spot, and then she really starts moaning and gasping. I slip a finger into her ass and that finishes her off. She grabs the back of my head and jams me into her while she climaxes like crazy. When she lets go, I take her legs off my shoulders and stand up. She's lying back on the desk recovering, still breathing hard. I drop my trousers and boxers and stand there deciding what to do next."
"And?" I prompted him.
"Hell, my cock's right there, her soaking wet pussy is right there. It was all I could do not to just shove it in and start fucking her. I think she would have loved it if I had. And I can imagine those long legs wrapping around me! Instead, I stand there like an idiot because she had told me about the 'no-fucking' rule.
"I have to admire you for respecting her wishes," I told him. "I'm not sure how many men would have. What did happen?"
"Diane recovers and sits up. She tells me, 'That was A+ work' and then notices my hard-on. She says something like 'Ooo, is that big cock all for me?' slips off the desk onto her knees and gives me a knee-buckling blowjob. Deepthroat again this time - she really got into it. Believe me, I'm not expecting any sympathy."
"One last question - how did this start?"
Jordan hesitated. "Let me think...about two weeks ago my secretary stuck her head in the door and told me Diane wanted to see me. She said it might take an hour at most. 'I told her you were free now' she told me, and I said sure, that's fine. A few minutes later Diane walks in with a bunch of folders cradled to her chest, closes the door - and locks it, though I didn't notice that - and walks around my desk, next to my chair. When she puts the folders down I notice she has on a sweater, slacks and flat shoes like she normally wears. Only the sweater is different from her usual style, a lot tighter than usual, and I immediately notice how her breasts are outlined in it, and her nipples looked huge.
"So, she wasn't wearing a bra," I concluded.
"Damn right she wasn't," Jordan said. "Now I'm wondering what the fuck is going on."
"Anyway, she stands there next to me and says, 'I'll get right to the point since we only have an hour. I've been thinking about our conversation, and I'd like to trade.' I'm there like, what? Then I think back - she can't mean her tits for my cock can she? Then she takes the bottom of the sweater and pulls it over her head, saying 'Here's my offer.' And there are her tits, right in front of my face!"
I shook my head at this; Diane was a sexual force not to be denied.
"'Do you accept?' she asks me and leans to put her breasts in my face. I didn't say anything; I just pushed my face into those beauties and began kissing breast and sucking nipples. Her breasts must be super-sensitive because she got worked up quickly. She reaches down to my pants, finds my erection and starts running her hand over it. I figure - what the hell - and put my hand between her legs, going up her inner thigh until I reach her crotch. And there we are, me working on her breasts and pussy, her making my boner even harder, if that was possible."
"Her breasts must be connected to her pussy, because the next thing I know she's coming, grinding on my hand and pulling my face into her chest. I rub her through the orgasm and take my hand away. She straightens and says, 'Your turn to pony up - on your feet.'"
Given the size of Jordan's cock the choice of words seemed appropriate to me. A Freudian slip if there ever was one.
"She takes charge and reaches for my belt, undoes that and then my zipper. She moves me so she can sit in my chair, after which she pulls my pants and boxers down. My cock is standing straight up, hard as it's ever been. Diane looks at it and says, 'Mmm, I've been thinking about having this beautiful big cock in my mouth for days.' Then she takes me in one hand and pulls me down to her mouth. She strokes me a few times, takes the head into her mouth and starts sucking, running her hands up and down my shaft at the same time."
"Your lucky day," I said dryly.
Jordan didn't get the sarcasm. "No shit! I'm there getting my cock sucked by this hot woman - watching her mouth go up and down my shaft, her big tits swaying as she works on me. She gave me the full treatment, even forcing it down her throat - which I thought was amazing - the angle was all wrong. Anyway, after one trip all the way down she comes up gasping for air and asks, 'Where do you want to finish - my mouth, my face or my tits?'"
"At that point I couldn't have cared less but I chose her tits. She gets me close and I warn her it's coming. Just in time she pulls off and strokes me off with her hand, aiming my cock at her tits. I did a pretty good job of covering them too!"
