We Need to Have a Tal

I wanted to talk to Ian, to try to explain, although I wasn't sure I understood why I had done it myself, nor why I'd let it continue for as long. I waited up for him but by midnight I reasoned that he wasn't coming home or if he did, he wouldn't be in a state to listen. I went to bed. He was gone again when I rose the next morning, if he had actually come home at all. I looked at myself in the mirror, still red-eyed from the night before. I despised myself. I couldn't continue like this. I couldn't bear to see the pain in Ian's doleful eyes any more.

I called my mum and asked if I could come to stay for a few days. I steeled myself for an interrogation, but she didn't question me. I guessed that would come when I got there. I then rang in sick, which was partly true, and sent an apologetic text to Ian, telling him where I was going if he wanted to see me. I packed a suitcase with my clothes and set off. As I drove, my mind drifted back over my affair.

Surprisingly, it had settled into a pattern. I would visit Nick on Wednesday evenings and alternate Saturday afternoons while Ian was at the rugby. I'd have thought that an affair would have been impulsive, less structured, getting together when the fancy took us. Although when I considered it, a routine did make sense. It was obviously easier for Nick being single. However, I didn't want to be seen sneaking off with him from work in case the rumour mill kicked off. At home, I would need to keep telling Ian where I was going. It was just easier to have one regular excuse rather than having to concoct a new alibi every time.

But the sex was never routine. Nick was such an adventurous lover. Every time would be novel and different. Sometimes we would go to a quiet country pub for a flirtatious drink in a darkened corner, sometimes for high tea at a stately home with surreptitious fondling below the starched tablecloth. He would devise various titillating scenarios to tantalise and tease me before slowly building up to the final act. The uncertainty and anticipation of what was to come excited me more and more, the closer it got. By comparison, life at home was predictable and monotonous. I spent the days in between our liaisons, fantasising about our next date. By the time I arrived at Nick's place I was seriously horny. But then, in January, it all changed.

I suddenly realised that I was outside my mum's neat suburban semi. I hauled my case out of the boot and dragged it up the front path. Mum was very good. She didn't give me the third degree as soon as I walked in the door. But, as I told her what had happened over a cup of tea, my emotions spilled out. She sympathised but I could tell she was disappointed with me, as I was myself. I had let myself down.

My phone rang. Mum picked up the cups and saucers and disappeared back into the kitchen. I delved into my bag hoping it would be Ian. It wasn't. It was Nick asking why I wasn't in the office.

'It's none of your business,' I replied testily.

'Just checking that husband of yours hasn't put you into hospital, Emily,' he said casually. I could almost see his supercilious smile. 'Well, it was very disappointing to have to cancel last Saturday's arrangement but I can reschedule it for next weekend. You'll be able to stay that bit longer now that Ian knows, won't you.'

'I'm not coming.'

'And I've organised a special celebration for you on Wednesday evening,' he continued, ignoring my rebuttal.

'I've told you. We're finished.'

'Don't be like that, Emily? You know the videos will only get dirtier.'

'Damn you,' I said, cutting him off.

I wandered back through to the kitchen. Mum saw I was even more distraught.

'Ian?' she asked gently.

I shook my head, holding back the tears. She didn't press me and I decided to take my case up to my old bedroom and try to console myself in familiar surroundings.

It wasn't until the next day that the video arrived and I saw that Nick had already copied it to Ian. I was still at my Mum's and I rushed up to my room to view it alone. The video started with Nick and I facing the camera standing at the foot of a bed, but this wasn't Nick's bedroom. I knew immediately where and when this had been recorded.

It was the first Saturday in January, a bright wintery day. The Christmas holidays had disrupted our routine and Nick had finally had some time with his children. We hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks and I was feeling a desperate itch.

Ian had gone with his rugby mates to an away game so I'd been able to get to Nick's a bit earlier than usual. He'd taken me out of town for a light lunch and we'd shared a bottle of white wine and some gentle flirting. Actually, Nick had only sipped one glass because he was driving. On the way back he turned off our route.

'Where are we going,' I asked.

'We're going to meet somebody.'

'Oh no,' I exclaimed. I couldn't hide my disappointment. I had been looking forward to having a more leisurely session with him today. 'Can't you put them off. The last thing we want is someone to play gooseberry.'

Nick smiled. 'He won't be playing gooseberry. We're going to have a threesome.'

'What,' I cried. 'You're expecting me to have sex in front of a complete stranger.'

'He's not a complete stranger; it's the Managing Director. And you won't be doing it in front of him. He'll be having sex with you as well.'

'What,' I repeated. 'No way. It's gross. He's old enough to be my father. What on earth made you think I'd agree to this?'

'Come on, Emily,' he coaxed. 'Just humour the old man. You'll enjoy it.'

'No, I won't.'

'Have you ever tried a threesome?'

I pouted.

He took my silence as a negative. 'How do you know you won't like it, if you've never tried it?' he asked.

'Please, don't do this Nick,' I pleaded.

'It'll be a new experience for you, Emily. You'll have twice as much fun with both of us. I've been looking forward to this for weeks and I can tell, you're aroused as well.'

'Yes, for you. Not with somebody else there.'

'Come on, Emily. You enjoyed our role play sessions when I dressed as a masked intruder. It's just a little step further.' I tried to explain why it was different but I couldn't find the words.

'Besides, you wouldn't want to disappoint the MD, would you?'

I was stunned by this last implied threat. How would the MD react if I refused to pleasure him? What consequences would that have at work? I was silent for the rest of the journey as I tried to work out how to withdraw without causing offence. I wondered if I should just accept the arrangement. Nick took this to indicate my acquiesce, which I suppose it was.

He drove through the gateway and parked on his drive. Nick escorted me up the shallow stone steps with his hand in the small of my back. As he rang the bell, I watched the wrought iron gates slowly swinging shut behind me.

The MD opened the oak panelled door himself. 'Gosh, it's cold out there. Come in, come in,' he boomed, ushering us quickly inside. 'How wonderful to see you, Emily.' I was surprised that he knew my name as I had only seen him in passing and never spoken to him directly before. Without warning he engulfed me in a huge bearhug.

He was a big man in all respects, a similar height to Nick but twice as wide. He wasn't unattractive. He had piercing deep-set eyes with an aquiline nose and thinning sandy hair. His hands felt clammy, but at least his deodorant was effective. 'We've got the place to ourselves today,' he announced. 'So, we can go wherever and make as much noise as we want.'

'I need to be home by six,' I said firmly without further explanation.

He nodded. 'Well, we'd better get started then. Let's go to the master bedroom.' We followed in his wake. I was in turmoil, unsure what the pair of them would do and how they would treat me. They had obviously discussed it beforehand. I studied his oversized back as we walked down the passage.

'Was I really going to allow this old man to have his way with me just because he was the head of the company?' My breathing was getting shallower as my anxiety grew with each step towards the bedroom. And yet that tickly sensation of anticipation was building in my pussy. At the end, he opened a door on the left and stood aside for me to enter. I took a deep breath and stepped in.

The bedroom was much larger than the one where Nick had taken me previously. The décor was also more flamboyant. To the left, there was a king-sized four poster bed and to the right, a seating area in a bay window. Unsure what to do, I stepped gingerly into the middle of the room, nervously twiddling a loose strand of hair, waiting for their instructions. The MD settled himself into one of the upholstered armchairs while Nick walked me to the foot of the bed and turned me to face him.

The recording began with me looking directly into the camera with Nick behind. It must have been concealed above the window because the MD was out of shot. The low winter sun cast a golden light over the scene. I was still wearing my short black jacket and matching skirt, almost in silhouette against the ostentatious decorations.

'Would you like me to do the honours, sir?' Nick enquired.

He nodded.

'Keep eye contact with him while I undress you,' Nick whispered, helping me out of the jacket and discarding it on the floor. He pulled the blouse from my high-waisted skirt and reached around me to slip the buttons, one by one. He grinned at the MD before slowly peeling it back. He knew that I'd be wearing the white lace corset that he'd bought me for Christmas. It was cinched at my waist to accentuate my hour-glass figure.

'I knew you'd look fantastic in it,' Nick whispered. It appeared that the MD agreed. He was staring at me intently and slowly rubbing his crotch. Nick gently pulled my head back onto his shoulder and started to kiss my lips. 'God, I've missed you,' he sighed.

He slid his hands down the embroidery to the zip at the side of my skirt. He gradually lowered it to reveal the matching white thong and suspender belt. 'Let me introduce you to him,' he said. 'Give him a twirl'. I carefully stepped out of the skirt and slowly turned a full circle. The MD raised himself out of his chair and lumbered towards me. Instinctively, I tried to step back, but Nick held me tight.

'Do you want her, sir? I bet you can't wait to get your hands on those large tits and plump arse?'

The MD pressed up against me, sandwiching my scantily clad body between them. Their hands and mouths were all over me. Sultry lips kissing me everywhere that my skin was exposed. Nick's cool slim fingers and the M.D,'s pudgy warm ones, grasping, squeezing, pinching and groping. I tried to brush them away but as soon as I removed one, another replaced it. 'That's right, Emily, struggle a little.' Nick whispered. 'He'll like that.'

I felt Nick unhooking the fastenings to my corset. He plucked off the shoulder straps and slowly lowered the cups. The MD's eyes lit up with lust at the sight of my firm breasts. I tried to cover myself up but Nick caught my wrists. The MD grasped my boobs and fondled and caressed them. He bent over and kissed the puffy nipples, licking the surrounding areolas. My arousal was slowly building and I exhaled an involuntary moan.

Nick pulled me onto the bed with my shins dangling over the edge. The MD removed his shirt to reveal a barrel of a chest covered in ginger hair. He shuffled up to my knees, reached under me and pulled my thong down.

'Just look at that freshly waxed cunt, just waiting for you, sir,' Nick gloated. I strained to free my hands again, but he held them firmly above my head. The MD gazed down at my quivering nakedness and slowly unbuckled his leather belt.

'Oh no, for God's sake, no' I screamed.

'It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you,' he smiled, letting his trousers slip to the floor. It was with some sense of relief that I let him spread my legs. He knelt down to push his face between them. His stubble felt like sandpaper on my soft inner thighs and lady parts. I gasped as he snaked his wet tongue up the length of my slit and found my clit. He continued to lather my quim and slid his hand up to my breast. At the same time, Nick was kneading the other one and French kissing my neck and mouth. It was intoxicating to be the object of their desire. I lay back passively, closing my eyes. My heart was pounding. I started to moan and writhe as my orgasm grew. My groans increased in pitch and volume. I finally screamed and bucked as the wave hit me, shocking my two lovers. I slumped on the bed, winding down from my euphoria, as they stripped off.

'I told you, she'd love it,' Nick smirked. He positioned me on my elbows and knees facing him. He then slid under me so that my lips were just brushing his erection. The mattress suddenly quaked as the MD climbed on to the bed and crawled up behind me.

I was going to yield to him. I was going to let the MD, a stranger with whom I had exchanged barely two words, fuck me. He knelt up and positioned his member at my entrance. I took a deep breath waiting for him to mount me. He gripped my waist to help support himself. He slowly lowered his weight forward. He guided his phallus into the soft folds of my fanny. He uttered such a heartfelt throaty groan. I moaned feebly. It was slightly bigger than I was used to. It took some moments for me to adjust to its size. He began gently fucking me. His member slid in and out with drawn-out strokes.

Meanwhile, Nick had pulled my head down onto his manhood. My mouth closed over the soft spongy head. I started to suck. The MD picked up the pace of his pounding. I found that I didn't need to bob up and down. My breasts were bouncing wildly with each thrust. Nick reached under me to fondle them. He pulled and twisted on each erect nipple.

Abruptly, I heard a smack and felt the sting of a slap on my backside. My squeal was muffled by Nick's cock. Another stroke arrived on my other buttock. It was harder than the last. He alternated the smacking, left and right and increased the intensity again. He was plunging deep inside me.

'That's it, sir. Stick it right up inside her,' Nick cried. The MD pulled my hips back to meet his thrusts.

'Yes, fuck her harder and faster,' Nick yelled, above the sound of the MD huffing. I sensed he was nearing his climax. I could also feel the pressure of another orgasm building in me. I tried to hold it back. I concentrated on sucking Nick's knob. I was trying to bring him to an orgasm at the same time. All at once the MD spasmed and ejaculated. His semen flooded my pussy. It brought me to a climax. My back arched and my vagina contracted around his dick, drawing out all its sperm. Nick wasn't far behind. I felt him tense. The first shot of hot creamy cum hit the back of my throat. It was closely followed by three more. I managed to swallow most of it.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap with naked limbs projecting out at odd angles. I lay there, under the MD's weight, with his penis still inside me, unsure what to do next. I thought we'd been there for hours but it was only a moment before the MD disentangled himself and got off the bed. 'Good girl,' he said, giving my rear another slap and walking out of the picture.

The recording stopped. I continued to look down at the blank screen. Despite my initial reluctance, I had to admit that I hadn't hated the threesome that first time. And in the weeks that followed, I gradually found that having two partners lusting after me was a huge turn on. Nick would never disclose what he had arranged. Sometimes a complete stranger would meet us for pre-copulation drinks, sometimes we would drive directly to their house. Occasionally he would stand aside and just watch me with the new lover.

The anticipation kept the affair riveting. My home and work life were mundane and unremarkable, but with Nick, I never knew what was going to happen next. I became immersed in the uncertainty, happy to relinquish control. My days were spent in excited arousal, waiting to see what the next event would be. The only certainty was what the final act would entail.

My phone promptly rang displaying Ian's name. I guessed that he had watched the video as well. 'Hi.' I kept my tone neutral, anticipating his reaction.

'Who the hell was that?' he snapped without preamble.

I hesitated. 'The Managing Director.'

'My God,' he shouted. 'Have you fucked the whole office?'

'No, Ian.' I tried to calm him. 'I'm really sorry.'

'How many other guys have you fucked?' he demanded.

'It was Nick. He arranged it all,' I said, dodging his question.

'You could have refused.'

'Yes,' I conceded. 'Look, why don't you come over and we can talk about it face to face.'

'How many other guys?' he insisted.

I sighed heavily. 'I don't know,' I admitted.

'You don't know?' he screamed. 'You mean you lost count? Fucking hell, Emily.'

There was a loud bang as he broke the connection.