It Could Have Been Anyone -

It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 08

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Alicia and Ben go to a party and Alicia finds herself in an unfamiliar position.

In addition to the group sex, this story also includes elements of masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, BDSM, anal sex, and swinging/loving wives. You have been warned.

In the previous author's note, I said that this would be the climax of the series, the finale. I take it back. I'm not sure there's going to be a finale at all, maybe the series will just continue to be one adventure after another indefinitely, but even if do try to tie certain plot threads together, this definitely isn't the finale of it. The next part is simpler than this one, is already started, and probably will be submitted to Literotica just a few days after this. I have plans for at least three after that. As always, feedback is welcome.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters are over 18.

Not Safe For Work

Alicia pumped her legs in spin class before work vigorously, setting a pace she could maintain, really using them for the first time in a week. She had missed the class Tuesday because she was too sore from the previous Friday's workout. Or rather, workouts; one planned, one a surprise.

She looked over at her friend Ella with a grin, but Ella didn't respond. Alicia wasn't surprised. Ella had been distant all week, ever since Alicia showed up for brunch almost an hour late. Her apology had been too breezy, her explanations too vague.

She'll get over it

, Alicia told herself.

I'll make it to the next one she invites me to, no problem. What are the chances of Ben organizing another surprise like that right before brunch with the girls again?

She tried not to think about the answer to that.

She hurried out of class and to the locker room, hung her towel over two hooks, and waited until she saw Ella. "Hey, I saved you a shower," Alicia said.

"Thanks," Ella grunted.

Alicia felt like the silence while they got dressed and ready for the office was awkward, cold despite the workout and summer heat. When Alicia got out of the elevator on the ground floor, she did a double take when she realized Ella wasn't following her to the coffee shop like usual. "You're not coming?" Alicia asked, holding the door.

"Naah, I'll get it later, I need to get started on the weekly. You go ahead," Ella said.

Alicia hesitated. "Want me to get you one?"

Ella seemed to think about it, but just said, "Go ahead, I'll get myself something later."

Alicia was still worried, but the man in the elevator with Ella looked annoyed, so she shrugged, moved her hand, and let the elevator door close.

Is she really mad?

Alicia brooded as she got her coffee and returned to the building. As soon as she reached her floor and walked by the welcome desk, she saw Uriah chatting with Kevin over coffee, and started walking a little faster. Kevin was all right - way too chatty about details of work, oddly formal about anything personal, but basically fine to work with - but Uriah was her least favorite teammate. At work he was almost professional, but he was the worst part of any happy hour he was at, hitting flagrantly on her, Ella, Matilda, Tracey, and every other woman under 40.

As she came to the corner of her cubicle, she thought she heard footsteps behind her. Just before she turned the corner, she felt hands over her eyes. "Eep!" She said, nearly dropping her coffee.

"Guess who," said a guttural voice behind her.

She grinned by reflex. "Uriah?" she guessed.

It's not much of a mystery, because who else would be so dumb?

She thought but didn't say.

"Guess again," said the same guttural voice.

Alicia wanted to tell whoever it was that she gave up, editing SOPs would be more fun than this, but she couldn't help wondering.

Maybe Uriah talked Kevin into this. Maybe Larry is a lot less professional than I thought. Maybe Ben or Gene got in here somehow. Maybe

...

She stood silently, her train of thought running out of control, until she was interrupted by Ella. "What are you doing, Uriah? Knock it off!"

The hands moved. Ella was staring at her over the cubicle wall, and Alicia turned and found, sure enough, Uriah standing behind her. "Awww, come on, it was just a joke," he whined in his normal voice. Kevin laughed nervously from a dozen paces back, definitely there and just as definitely not taking sides.

Ella sneered at Uriah in response. Alicia turned the corner to her cubicle, putting distance between her and Uriah, and rolled her eyes at him, trying to send a message like Ella's. "None of you have any sense of humor, I guess," he muttered, stalking back the way he had come, offended.

Ella nodded at Alicia over the cubicle wall. "If you want to talk to Larry about it, I'll back you up," she said.

Alicia paused. "Thanks, I'll think about it. I mean... ugh. I should, but is it worth it?"

Ella shrugged. Alicia sat down and logged in to her computer. She carefully had one sip of her coffee during the boot-up screen. Once she had got through login - ID card, PIN, and password, and another loading screen - she opened email, eyeing the clock in the corner the whole time. She had one more sip of coffee and clicked at random within Outlook.

As soon as two minutes had passed, she removed her card from the reader, locked her desktop, grabbed her purse, and walked to the bathroom. The nearest one had three stalls, all empty.

Perfect

, she thought. She couldn't lock the door behind her, but she could turn off the light. She found her way to a stall by the dim red emergency light. She closed the stall door behind her and felt her way to the toilet. She dropped her pants and panties.

I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm so wet

, she thought, briefly running her finger down her slit before getting down to business, rubbing her clit.

I might as well come in here to put a pad in just to make sure a wet spot doesn't show, and now that I'm here I might as well get off, because that was so fucking hot!

She couldn't help realizing that it was unusual, she had never done anything like this at work before, but she didn't care. Being blindfolded and fondled by someone unknown had been the start of more erotic adventures than she could count over the past few months, and for it to happen by surprise? In a new place?

She rubbed her clit faster, needing release.

It could have been Ben or Gene or anyone from the parties, sneaking in there somehow... if Uriah had done it after work instead of first thing in the morning, we could have fucked right on my desk and I'd never even know it was him... maybe he didn't make a lucky guess, maybe he knew I'd like it, maybe he was at the gangbang... or maybe Kevin was and he gave Uriah the idea... or maybe it was even Larry, maybe my boss knows I'm such a dirty slut if anything mysterious goes on...

She dipped her middle and ring fingers into her sopping wet folds, panting like she was still in the spin class as she curled her finger inside her, reaching for her G-spot.

It could have been any of them!

She thought.

"It could have been anyone, it could have been anyone, it could have been anyone..." she repeated, whining, her fingers a blur on her clit, finishing with wordless moans as she shook and trembled with the start of an orgasm.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, she took a deep breath, wiped away the slick juices on and around her pussy, pulled up her pants, left the stall, turned on the lights, and admired herself in the mirror.

She washed her hands and scrutinized her appearance in the mirror to make sure she was presentable.

A little flushed, but I just finished the spin class, right? There's no way anyone can see the difference between this and when I first came to my desk!

She couldn't resist smiling at herself, enjoying having a naughty little secret of her own rather than having secrets kept from her until they became surprises.

The door opened and a woman walked in, blonde, statuesque and square-faced, probably in her 50s. Alicia recognized her face from quarterly department-wide meetings. She was on Larry's level in the org chart, but their teams didn't work directly together at all, so Alicia couldn't quite remember her name.

Alicia smiled at the newcomer innocently as she left, as if to say "just us girls," although there was probably 20 years between them.

I hope I don't look smug, but I couldn't imagine doing that at her age, so I might as well have my fun while I can, right?

Within 10 minutes, though, she had come down from the euphoria and was aghast.

That was crazy! What if that lady had come in 5 minutes earlier? What if it had been Ella, checking on me? She would have noticed the difference between spin class and jilling off! Did I really get so horny I couldn't think straight just because someone put their hands over my eyes? I've lost my mind!

She was shaking by the time she finished her coffee and went to the Agile meeting.

Horrified at the possibilities of what else she might do if triggered somehow, she did everything she could to stay distracted through the workday. She took notes in the meeting for no reason at all except to keep busy. Afterwards, she answered the three emails addressed to her since yesterday afternoon and chimed in on four more reply-alls just to be thorough. After that, she did the bulk of her work on a standard operating procedure due in a week.

By the time she got to a good stopping point on that, it was almost noon. Ella stood up and looked over the cubicle wall. "Hey, want to go to Café Diva?" Ella asked.

Alicia nodded by reflex, but the risk of Uriah getting lunch at the same place while they were there gave her pause. "You know, I'll come with you, but I really should eat at my desk. Sorry. I'm behind on stuff."

Ella tilted her head. "Is everything okay?"

Alicia nodded, hesitated, and shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe that stupid joke this morning got to me more than I thought."

Ella grimaced sympathetically.

"I'll be fine," Alicia said with a shrug, but she didn't think she was fooling Ella. "I'm just edging. Edgy." She got her purse and tried to make small talk while getting lunch.

In the afternoon, ahead of her deadlines, she focused on cleaning up her inbox. She got over a hundred emails out of it, cutting the total number by half. By 3 PM, Alicia had run out of both ways to distract herself and the willpower to keep trying. The office clearly had the quiet of a Friday afternoon. She walked over to Larry's office. "Knock knock," she said.

"What's up?" her boss responded, swiveling his chair away from his computer.

Alicia opened her mouth.

"I feel awkward saying this, but Uriah played an unprofessional joke this morning and..." and it played into my secret fetish for secrecy so much that I almost orgasmed in the hall? Never mind

. "I wanted to ask if I could take off a couple hours early," she said lamely. "I've got a busy weekend, we're going on a sort of trip, and packing and running some errands tonight would really help. Sorry about the short notice."

Larry frowned. "Sure, you've got the PTO. Go ahead. You'll still be in Monday, right?"

"Right. Thanks."

She gathered up her purse and gym bag, said goodbye to Ella, and left. At liberty unusually early in the sweltering August sun, she stopped on the first corner she passed with shade and a bit of breeze to think about just what she actually wanted to do, staring at her phone but lost in thought.

We don't actually have weekend plans. We don't even have dinner plans except for a stir-fry in the freezer. I could just go home, get comfortable, and watch TV until Ben gets home. But what if he's thinking of going out to dinner? I wouldn't want to be in just an old t-shirt and shorts. Or what if it's got another "surprise" for me?

The thought was tempting. Last Friday had been the most powerful sexual experience of her life. She had expected to Netflix and chill with her boyfriend and wound up at the center of a gangbang, losing count of her orgasms, sexual positions, and partners. She never would have guessed she could handle that, let alone enjoy it, and had needed a few days to even recover from it. Now that she had, she was curious what her limits truly were, if any, and what Ben's next surprise might be.

But after this morning, she was also worried.

We should take a break. He's probably not going to do anything so soon after that, he said it was hard to schedule, but why take the chance?

So she texted Ben. "You don't have plans tonight, do you? I'll go shopping on the way home and make dinner. See you soon!"

Going Home

She walked two more blocks to the usual metro station. He replied, "sounds good," while she was on the train. She got off one station earlier than usual because the walk home from there brought her by a little organic grocery store.

Ben usually did the cooking since he usually got home first, but she remembered a recipe for salmon he had made last week. She got salmon steaks and some salad greens for dinner that night, and pasta sauce and a few other things so they'd have options for the weekend.

The walk home from the store was six blocks uphill, unlike the four level blocks from the usual metro stop. She was sweating by the time she got to the lobby of their building.

Despite Ben's nonchalant text, she was on edge when she entered their apartment. Before unloading the groceries she looked around for closed doors or the blindfold or other sex toys left in the open, just in case, but there was no sign of anything untoward. She changed out of her pumps, slacks, and blouse and into comfortable shorts and an old t-shirt suitable for a night at home, dug out the recipe Ben had used, and got to work.

It called for marinating the salmon, and making the marinade turned out to be messier than usual, but they weren't out of any ingredients and she had plenty of time. Once the salmon was in the pan, she set to work on the salad. Mixed greens, diced bell pepper, and about half a cucumber, easy; they didn't have cherry tomatoes like he usually used, but a few slices of a beefsteak tomato seemed fine; julienning a carrot was a pain and she nearly skinned her finger and she resolved to skip it next time.

She had just got the salad in a bowl and cleaned the tools and was wondering about anything else when the door opened.

"Hey!" she said, dropping everything to greet him, happy to have his company after a long day, a tiny bit nervous he'd make it weird.

"Hey yourself," he said, smiling widely as they kissed. A peck turned into a warm embrace, their arms around each other.

Ben and I alone together at home - perfect

.

"What's the occasion? I don't come home to this too often," he asked when they came up for air.

She shrugged and let go of him.

I'll tell him later

, she thought. "Eh, it was a long week, so I took a couple hours and logged off early, and I figured, why not get started on dinner?"

He shrugged. "Thanks. What are you planning?"

"It's almost made now," she said, following him into the bedroom. "You remember the salmon recipe you made last week? I've got that marinating in the fridge, and a salad on the counter. We can put the salmon in the oven in another 20 minutes or so."

"Really? So you're saying we can do whatever we want right now?" he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he unknotted his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

She couldn't help laughing at that, but tried to be the grownup of the two. "Well, I'm hungry, I had a light lunch, so I'd like to get that started as soon as possible... and I think I'm getting to the good part of

Shadow and Bone

, so I might want to finish a chapter or two... but, yeah, we can relax for the night."

He shrugged as he got a t-shirt and shorts out, like the implication had been just a joke, like nothing else had been on his mind to begin with.

She got her book out while he finished changing clothes. Dinner conversation started light. She told him about the tasks she accomplished at work (without mentioning why). He had more meetings, he said, but sounded less busy overall.

"This is great," he said when he tasted the salmon. "You just followed the recipe in the blue cookbook, right?"

"Yeah. Well, I might have used more garlic than you did, the cloves were big."

"Hmmm. I'll make a note in the recipe: more garlic," he said.

"Thanks!"

"You're going to spoil me. This and Monday? Two workdays in a row? Yet another way I'm a lucky man," he said.

"Awww, thanks," she blushed, but was confused. "What's happening Monday?"

"I've got an appointment at the clinic for my STD test after work. We can get takeout if you want, but I'll be home at least an hour later than usual."

"Oh. Right. Sure, I'll try to figure dinner out."

"Hope I get the results in time for Gene and Viv's party," he continued. "I'm surprised it's so soon. Not that I mind, but..." He shrugged.

Gene and Vivian required regular STD tests for guests at their lifestyle parties. Normally the parties would be every two months, but they had had so much interest lately, they had scheduled another party with little notice, only one week away.

Ben's musing gave Alicia an idea.

If I "miss" my next appointment, then I've got a perfect excuse for skipping the party... no, that would be irresponsible, I definitely should get tested! But if I get tested and SAY there was a problem with the appointment... or just don't tell anyone when the results come in...

But she dismissed those ideas too. It would be dishonest; worse, it would be childish. "Actually, I was wondering about not going to the party," she said. "I was wondering about calming things down a bit. Taking it easy. You know, after last week."

He put his fork down and looked at her. "Sure, if you want. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, everything's fine, and last week was great," she said, squirming awkwardly. "But it's been a lot lately, hasn't it? I mean, don't you feel like I, we, are being kind of reckless?"

"It has been a lot lately, you're right," he said slowly. "About reckless, I'm not sure what I should tell you. I mean, I think part of what you like is the mystery of it all, right? The surprises? If I tell you exactly how reckless or not-reckless it is, doesn't that make it less mysterious?"

She tried again. "I trust you, it's not that. It's just... I feel like I've become kind of slutty lately and need to dial it back. Does that make sense? I mean, don't you think I've been just a bit too slutty?"

He paused to think about it. The pause felt way too long but apparently it wasn't long enough. "I don't think you've been slutty," he said. "I mean... you've been slutty, yes, and that's what I love about you. I mean... I loved you before you became all slutty, this is just..."

He gulped. "You know what, forget I said all that. Open mouth, insert foot, cram it all the way in. I think you're perfect, but if you want to scale it back or stop all the crazy stuff, we can."

She grimaced. "Ugh. I'm not saying we can't even see our friends. We can go, and I can just... keep my clothes on. Or the blindfold off."

"Of course. Whatever you want," he nodded gingerly. They watched TV that night and went to bed quietly.

The following day she had her appointment, and they met up for lunch afterwards, and went shopping and ran some other errands together. Ben made dinner, like usual, and they watched TV and relaxed, his arm around her.