Never a Dull Moment

Ch. I: First Steps

Shawn and Marla had a good marriage. For five years now they had enjoyed each other's company, grown stronger in their love for one another and made a comfort able home together. Never in that five years had either cheated on the other or strayed very far from the straight and narrow marital path.

Shawn had just received a promotion to marketing supervisor (just one step away from a vice-presidency) at a Chicago retail business and Marla was a clerical supervisor in the home office of a large nationwide manufacturing business.

Sexually, they had experimented with various behaviors and games keeping their love-making fresh and fun. But lately, things had begun to stagnate a bit. Neither could think of how to say what they were feeling; nor could either really put their finger on what it was they were lacking in their sexual relationship.

It was Friday night and they were on their way back from a movie in which a man had picked up what appeared to be a stranded female motorist. She had come on to him in a strong but seemingly innocent way and he had found himself at a local "park & spark" being given a blowjob then being arrested for procuring a prostitute. His wife had been furious and their marriage went on the rocks.

"I can't believe in this day and time that a wife would respond like that to a simple blowjob," said Shawn after they left the movie. "It just isn't that big a deal!"

"Oh really!" replied Marla. "And what would you say if you found out that I was giving blowjobs to all the good-looking guys in my office? That would be different, wouldn't it?"

Shawn thought about it for a few seconds. "No," he responded, "I don't think it would bother me unless I thought that you were making a fool out of either yourself or me."

With slack-jawed surprise, Marla returned, "You wouldn't be upset if I came home and told you that I had blown Mr. Stewart, the vice-president of my company, that day?"

"No, I don't think I would," answered Shawn, "if I thought that you did it because you enjoyed it. Now if you did it because you felt pressured to do it to keep your job, and that you didn't really want to, then I would try to protect you from anybody who tried to take advantage of you."

"I don't believe you'd be so nonchalant about it if you had to face the situation," she shot back. "You know that I wouldn't do something like that, so you feel secure saying that it wouldn't matter."

"Well-l-l-l," Shawn began, "I'm quite sure that you've not done it, but I'm not so sure that you never would. I believe that, given the right circumstances, anybody is susceptible to such temptations. I just don't think that I'd feel that threatened just because you sucked another guy's cock or even had sex with him, as long as you came home to me and I was still secure in your love."

"You think that I might have sex with someone behind your back!?!" Marla responded with fire in her eyes. "That's what you think of me after five years of faithfulness, even when the opportunity has been readily available and sometimes fervently coaxed with nice incentives?"

Patiently and calmly Shawn answered her accusing questions. "I said that I was sure that you had NOT done it but that ANYONE could be made to be susceptible to the temptation with sufficient circumstances and incentives.

"Besides, you never told me that someone was putting the moves on you at work," he continued with a wicked grin. "What kind of incentives did they offer you and to do what?" Shawn's manner and grin were so disarming that Marla couldn't remain angry with him.

"Tim, the office manager, suggested a couple of years ago that I could go farther in the company if I'd loosen up and play up to some of the executives. I told him that I would make it on my own merit, and thanked him very much!" she said with some of the flash still in her eye. "And Mr. Stewart has tried to get me to go to several industry expos with him as his executive assistant, since that prude of an assistant, Marjorie, won't. But I knew what kind of assistance he was most interested in and I turned him down."

"That might be a real hoot," Shawn said with that same mischievous grin. "I bet you could tell some tales after a trip like that!"

After thinking deeply for a few seconds, Marla asked, "Are you turned on by the idea of me having sex with another man?"

Taking his time to formulate his answer, Shawn responded, "I think most any man would be, but most would have trouble feeling secure and almost all know that their wives wouldn't go for such a thing."

"You didn't answer my question," Marla shot back.

Again taking his time, Shawn finally replied, "Yeah, the idea of you doing your magic with someone else does get my engine revved up. Sometimes I fantasize about you getting caught in a situation where you felt like you had to submit to one, or several, of those guy's sexual demands. I figured that you would have to be trapped to allow yourself to get involved with them, but I fantasize about you really letting go and enjoying yourself once you've made up your mind that you have no choice.

"But remember," he added hastily when he saw her astounded countenance, "I was just fantasizing!"

The subject dropped quickly and Shawn decided not to pursue it any farther. He counted himself lucky that Marla was still open to sex that night and decided later that their love-making had a definite edge to it that had been lacking recently.

About four months rocked on by with the subject never coming back up. Shawn thought that probably Marla had just forgotten about it and that they would never again discuss it.

One evening in April at supper, Marla surprised him.

"Mr. Stewart asked me to go to a manufacturer's convention with him in June," she said matter-of-factly while they were eating supper.

"What did you tell him?" Shawn asked.

"What should I have told him?" she responded.

"Whatever you want to tell him," Shawn replied calmly. "Honey, if you want to go go! If you really love me like I believe you do, and if you come back to me and can function with me as before, I have no problem with you having a good time with someone else. It would be the same to me as if you went on a shopping spree with your girl friends. I just don't believe that love and sex are inseparably tied together."

"That's what you say now," she spat back at him, "But I'm not so sure that it would be your attitude if I really did go with him."

"You'll never know until you try it," he said calmly but with a twinkle in his eyes. "You may decide that you could really enjoy being pleasured by other men if you had me to come back to and rely upon."

"But I'm not sure that I will have you to rely upon," she said plaintively. "That's what I'm afraid of."

"Then you really are excited about the prospect of spending some time with Mr. Stewart and playing around with him," Shawn responded.

"See," she fired back triumphantly, "I knew that you would be bothered by it!"

"I'm not bothered by it," he laughed. "I think that you would have a great time and that if you came back and told me all about it, and relived it in the telling, that our love life would be even more exciting than it has been. That's the honest truth. I'm only jealous of your love, dear!"

"Are you sure?" she asked in questioning tones. "This isn't something we can undo if you decide you don't like it after all."

"Honey," he said with sincerity, "Go on if you want to and try it. If either of us doesn't like it or can't live with the arrangement, I'll take the blame and we'll never consider it again."

"What if I get a reputation in the company as a whore?" she asked plainly.

"I think that Mr. Stewart has more discretion than that," Shawn replied confidently. "But even if word got out, I believe with your great work record, you won't have any trouble being taken seriously. Beside, I will be here to back you up if anyone wants to get nasty."

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"I'm positive," he replied, definitely.

"O.K." she said after some hesitation. "I'm going to tell him that I'll go with him as his executive assistant and see how things go."

May was spent in great anticipation by Shawn and with little said by Marla. Shawn had the good sense to not push his wife for her thoughts or details that she may or may not have known. But when June arrived with only a week before she was to leave to go with Mr. Stewart to Los Angeles for the long awaited manufacturer's convention, he was bursting with curiosity.

One night that week, before she was to leave for the three day, four night trip, Marla wondered aloud what she was supposed to wear.

"Why don't you ask Mr. Stewart?" asked Shawn.

"What if he wants me to wear something outlandishly sexy?" whined Marla.

"What if he does?" returned Shawn. "He's the boss. He's the one driving this scenario. Wear what he wants you to wear."

"But what if I have to go out and buy a bunch of new clothes?" Marla asked plaintively.

"We're not exactly strapped for cash, Hon," reasoned her husband. "It might be fun shopping for some new, sexy stuff anyway."

The next day, Marla entered Mr. Stewart's office and asked him what arrangements she needed to make for the trip. He motioned for her to shut the door to his office, then invited her to sit in a plush chair before his desk.

"I normally reserve a suite with two or three bedrooms and a common living area," he said matter-of-factly. "If, however, that would be uncomfortable for you, I will reserve you a room completely separate from mine."

"Oh, no!" replied Marla with eager-to-please eyes. "There's no need for that. I will be fine in one of the suite bedrooms; whichever you choose," she added with a coy smile.

"That's great!" he enthused. "What if I chose my bedroom for you to stay in?" he added with a mischievous grin.

"We'll see," Marla replied demurely. "Is there anything special that I should wear?"

"Are we talking about at the conference, in the suite or in the bedroom?" Mr. Stewart asked with a glint in his eyes.

"Any of the above," she said returning the sparkle.

"Well," he said thinking, "generally I would rather you dress in a business fashion but please don't try to hide the sexy person that I've always known lurked inside."

"Why, Mr. Stewart!" Marla intoned in her best Scarlet impression. "I didn't know that you noticed. And I certainly didn't know that my sexiness was lurking."

Stewart laughed with relief.

"You knew that I had noticed often," he said. "And I really don't think you could cover up the sensual person that you are even if you really wanted to."

"Thank you, kind sir," she drawled. "But how about in the suite. Is there anything that you'd especially like for me wear?"

"We will be doing some hosting, I imagine," he said more thoughtfully. "It would surely be an asset to any negotiations that might occur if you had a couple of short party-type outfits that would get them in an agreeable state of mind. Do you think you could swing that?" Hastily adding, "The company will pay for any expense in procuring that wardrobe. Beside, what would your husband think if he knew all that was going on?"

Marla hadn't thought about whether to let Mr. Stewart know about Shawn's thoughts and quickly decided to not tell him now. She could always let him in on it later.

"I can get the dresses," she stated confidently. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, now will it?" she added with a wink.

"Great!" Mr. Stewart chortled gleefully.

"Would there be anything you'd like me to be wearing under the business suits or short dresses?" Marla asked, warming to the subject.

"Well, if you wouldn't mind," he said, almost like a junior high boy, "I really prefer thigh high stockings and thong panties on young women who are firm enough to wear them."

With a burst of adrenaline and a stutter of her heart, Marla stood slowly, swayed around Mr. Stewart's desk to stand immediately in front of him, turned her back to him and bunched her skirt up a handful at a time until it was over her fanny. His eyes widened when he saw her thigh high stockings that she had worn since college. Her French cut bikini panties were pulled tight across the swell of her ass cheeks giving him a full view of her tight, firm bottom.

"Are these firm enough, Mr. Stewart?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, yes, my dear," he barely breathed as he reached to fondle her butt.

"No, no!" she said playfully as she stepped out of range. "Mustn't touch until it's time."

She dropped her skirt hem and returned to her seat.

"What about for the bedroom, sir?" she asked as if nothing unusual had happened.

"I'm sure that anything you deem right will be fine with me," he croaked hoarsely.

"Good!" she said. "Is there anything else I should know before we leave?"

"Not that I'm aware of," he replied, getting his voice back. "If I think of anything, I'll get in touch with you."

"I'll be anxious to hear from you," she said breathlessly as she stood and swayed from his office.

She could hardly keep from laughing as she strolled down the hallway. She was only partially aware, however, that nervousness played as much a part of the urge to giggle as did mirth.

That night at home, she related to Shawn what had transpired in the office, includ ing her exposing of herself to the young vice president.

"Go girl!" he cheered. "Looks like you've really got a handle on this gig."

"Well," she replied, "I think I'll not have any trouble with him, anyway. But I probably do need to get some new clothes for the trip."

"No problem, Hon," he stated supportively. "You want to go tonight or wait until tomorrow?"

"Let's wait until tomorrow," Marla responded. "You want to make an evening of it with supper and all?"

"Sounds great!" he replied. Then with a softer look in his eyes, he said, "I really do love you. And I really do want you to have a great time. Don't worry about us. Our love and our marriage is solid and does not depend on sexual exclusiveness as far as I'm concerned."

"Does that mean that you want to sleep around too?" Marla asked with somewhat of a worried look.

"Not necessarily," he returned. "If I do, I'll talk it over with you first and give you the opportunity to decline. I'm not going to do anything that will jeopardize our relationship. Trust me!"

"I do trust you," she said lovingly. "That's why I'm able to do what I'm getting ready to do."

That night they made slow, romantic love that was different from anything they had ever done before. It wasn't heated, it wasn't frantic, it wasn't exciting; but it was the most sensual experience Marla had ever had in her life. As she lay in his arms afterward and listened as he drifted off to sleep, she began to believe for the first time that this trip and anything that came after it might, indeed, be the best thing to happen to them since their honeymoon.

The next evening, Shawn and Marla went shopping. She tried on dress after dress and he gave his opinions. He continually encouraged her to get shorter hemlines until she finally relented and bought two dresses with flared skirts whose hemlines came to about six inches above her knees.

After a nice meal in a romantic little restaurant, they shopped for lingerie. New thigh highs and some thong panties. Shawn prevailed upon her to buy several "half-shell" bras. He reasoned that they would keep her breasts from wobbling quite so much but make them soft and touchable not to mention keeping her nipples in contact with her blouses and dresses. He told her that if she wanted to go braless when she wore the party dresses, that would be fine; but braless in a business suit with tits as large as hers was asking for wide-spread attention, even though her breasts were very firm.

They came home and he prevailed upon her to try on the outfits and model them again for him. They laughed and giggled like junior high kids and made passionate love that night in bed.

The day she was to leave for the convention, they said goodby at home before Shawn went off to work, because Mr. Stewart was picking her up at the house to take her to the airport. Again, Shawn spoke of his undying love for her and promised that nothing would change for the negative unless she forgot any detail in the telling when she got home. He laughed and kissed her goodby passionately. Then he went off to work.

Marla dressed in a business suit which, nonetheless, had a shorter hemline than she was used to wearing at work. Her "half-shell" bra allowed her nipples to contact the silk of her blouse and caused them to stand up like pencil erasers. She was very glad that she had a jacket to wear over them.

When Mr. Stewart arrived to collect her, he stared unabashedly at her standing there in her three inch heels, her short skirted business suit and smart coiffure.

"I never thought that I'd be able to do anything but day-dream about this," he said, dreamily.

"Oh, come on," she responded. "You've had other girls go on trips with you. You're acting like this is unusual."

"No," he replied sincerely. "The event is not that unusual; but you are. I've never had a woman with your ability and class agree to go away with me."

Then, as though he remembered who he was, he was his old, self-confident self again. Picking up her bags, he led her to the car and they left for California and what awaited them there.

On the plane, Marla noticed that Mr. Stewart could not keep his eyes off of her legs. When he saw that he was caught looking, he just smiled and looked back at the magazine he was attempting to read.

Since she was sitting in the window seat and they were in first class, she allowed her skirt to ride up even higher on her thighs, to the point where her stocking tops were becoming visible. She could see when someone was coming up the aisle, so she allowed him that much access to her legs. She was somewhat surprised that he never attempted to put a hand on her or suggest something more while they were on the airplane. She wondered if his insinuations back at the office were all talk, then decided that probably he had more plans for later. She was right about the latter!

After arriving in Los Angeles, he guided her through baggage, found a taxi and got them to their hotel. She was amazed by the luxuriousness of the establishment in which they were staying. She had stayed at nice motels in the past, but never anything like this.

The suite of rooms Mr. Stewart had reserved, had three bedrooms, a kitchen ette/dinette and a large living room with two large sofas and three overstuffed chairs. Each bedroom had a king-sized bed in it and its own TV with an accompa nying VCR.

Mr. Stewart showed her to one of the bedrooms and proclaimed it hers. Marla unpacked her things and stored them in the dresser drawers, then returned to the living room expecting to see him sitting there. When she did not find him there, she strolled over to his bedroom and peeked in the slightly open door.

Mr. Stewart, with his back to the door, was in the process of taking off his clothes and not aware of her presence. She watched as he disrobed and was impressed at his lean but muscular body. When he got down to his underwear, she was surprised to see that he wore bikini briefs and that they looked really good on him.

She was almost embarrassed when he skinned them off and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. His butt was perfect and his tan was even all over, as though he sunbathed nude.

She walked back into the living area, sat down to contemplate that picture and was still there when, a few minutes later, he walked back out drying his hair, wearing only another set of bikini briefs. Seeing him from the front now, she saw that the briefs were pulled tight over a large cock and substantial set of balls.