Chapter 1: "No Touching!"
To me there's always been some sort of mystique about a married woman. She cooks for someone, cleans for someone, it's like she belongs to someone, she is a creature who fucks on demand. And so the aura of the wife, seeking and taking her pleasure here and there, is somehow irresistible.
This started a few years ago, well into my marriage but before the kids grew up and moved out. Laurie is the wife of a friend of ours, Dave. As my business grew to the point where I needed a secretary, she got the job.
Laurie is funny and sexy, with a killer body, short dark hair, tight round ass and a pair of pert little boobies. She is just a year or two younger than me and, like me, going through some difficulties in her marriage. We shared a lot of information, trying to sort out the complexities of our respective situations.
My problem is the wife seems to have just shut down in the sex department. I attributed this to her "time of life" and I was willing to wait out the problem; she is the love of my life, and I didn't want to jeopardize my marriage by having an affair. Mind you the waiting was getting old after two and a half years.
Laurie's problem, as far as I could ascertain it, was her husband Dave suffers from E.D., and Viagra wasn't helping out.
Well, Laurie and I became very open about things and we liked to send e-mails back and forth describing sexual scenarios, whether real or fantasy. It started out just in fun and harmless, with neither of us ever coming close to "coming on" to the other.
After a few months of naughty back and forths she told me, among other things, about how she and Dave were trying to work through their circumstances via a wide assortment of sex toys that he'd purchased for her.
Laurie also confessed her yearning to make love to a woman. When I asked her if Dave knew of this, she said, "Yeah, it's something we want to explore . . . to help out with . . . you know . . . The Problem . . ."
It was during one of these exchanges I mentioned a web site that I had seen. In her reply Laurie asked if she could view this sex site with me after work. She was clear that this was just out of curiosity and nothing would come of it. I agreed to meet her after all the other staff had left the building that evening.
At 5:30, after everyone had left, I was sitting at my desk trying my best to concentrate on some project when I heard Laurie approaching my office. She laughed as she walked in, "are we alone at last?" she asked as she pulled up a chair alongside my desk.
"So show me what you were looking at . . . I've never seen any porn on the web." she said as she sat down in front of my computer monitor, her gorgeous tanned legs crossing at the ankles below her short white skirt.
I felt my cock begin to stiffen as I pulled up the Internet and went to my favorite porn site. As we got into the site, we had to choose a topic for a search. Given the extensive list on the screen, Laurie quickly looked it up and down and said "Lesbians, of course."
With a mouse click, we were able to pull up hundreds of pictures of girls loving girls, and these pictures were hard-core, with 69er's, dildos, group sex, fingering, LOTS of oral and every other type of sex two (or more) woman can have.
Laurie took the mouse from me and pulled up picture after picture showing close-ups of pussies, assholes, tits and clits being sucked and fucked in every conceivable way. We said nothing, except for an occasional "hot" or "wow" from Laurie as we scrolled through about 50 photos.
By now my dick was at full attention but Laurie didn't notice the bulge in my pants. I asked if she wanted to see some video clips, to which she responded, "What? There are videos in here? Of course I want to see some, but let's get some cock shots going . . . I want to see some blowjobs!"
So off we went, to the "Blowjob" section of the site, where I showed her how to pull up video clips, which she eagerly did over the next 10 minutes. She squirmed in her chair when the shots showed a big cock unloading a hot wad of semen into a girl's eager mouth.
At one point Laurie said, "To think I used to not like cum . . . now I love it . . . and I love to see other girls swallow it too!"
I could only shake my head in disbelief - poor Dave, to have such a hot, open-minded wife and not be able to pleasure her with cum. Oh well, E.D. certainly wasn't MY problem.
I laughed and said, "Well, if I don't do something soon, I'm going to shoot a load of cum into my pants" looking down at the pup tent that was rising from my crotch.
Laurie smiled as I gave my cock a quick squeeze through my pants. "Go ahead, you can do whatever you've got to do . . . I give you permission . . . just know that I'm not touching you and you're not touching me."
"Fine" I said as I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard, nine inch rod. The head of my cock was swollen and oozing pre-cum.
"Holy shit!" Laurie exclaimed, "that looks like it's about to explode!"
I smiled as she watched my hands move down and pull my pants down to my ankles, releasing my heavy balls below the length of my cock. A glaze was building up in her eyes. "Show me how you like it," she said.
I obliged, sliding my right hand up the length of my cock to the head, where I gave a gentle squeeze to release a big gob of clear fluid from the slit at the tip of my dick. I took my thumb and swirled the slippery juice around my cockhead, all the while watching her eyes, which were frozen on the sight before her.
Her right hand automatically gave one of her boobs a gentle squeeze and she gave a grin when she realized that I saw this motion. "OK, OK, so I'm as horny as you are right now," she admitted as she moved to her other boob and fondled it gently over her blue blouse.
My right hand slowly pumped up and down the length of my cock and my left hand fondled and cupped my balls. "C'mon, Laurie . . . join me . . ." I suggested. "No touching, though," I assured her.
"Well, I could use a good orgasm right now" she said. "Those pictures and videos are getting too much for me to take," she admitted as she turned her chair toward me and slowly raised her skirt up along her tan thighs, revealing she was sans underwear.
Her pussy was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen; completely bald from the clit on down, a very closely trimmed black bush graced her mons -- like a military 'high-n-tight' haircut.
Her vagina was practically staring me right in the face. Her labia were puffy and pink and I could see a clear liquid oozing out from her vulva, some of it running down and disappearing near her ass. Now it was my turn to state the obvious. "Wow," I blurted out. "Talk about ME about to explode!"
Laurie smiled, "Yeah, I do get pretty wet . . . all that cock and pussy is turnin' me on . . . " I was used to her dirty e-mails but it was even more of a turn-on to hear her talk dirty, to say the words, directly to me.
"Can you show me how you like to stroke your pussy?" I asked, inviting her to join in for a bit of mutual masturbation.
She purred "Oh, y-e-a-h . . . " as she slipped her right middle finger into the soggy depths of her needy quim, letting out a little squeal at the same time. I sat, fascinated, as she slid her finger down, down and into her warm pussy, then pulled it back and allowed it to rest on her now obviously swollen clit.