The Wardens Wife Redux Ch 08

Chapter 8

The two colleagues enjoyed each other's company. The time passed quickly as Dr. Greg Thomas learned that Dr. Jane Lofton was much more than just facts and scientific expertise. She was an attractive woman, with a unique sense of humor which he was surprised to learn he loved and for reasons he couldn't fathom, she found him amusing. It wasn't until his phone pinged that he learned that there was a breakthrough back at the lab. Excitedly they rushed back to learn what had happened.

Scanning the data, there it was... the confirmation they were looking for. After rechecking, it was confirmed to be true. The final treatment had brought about the changes they had been seeking. Congratulations were shared among the team; everyone had worked very hard on the project and this breakthrough assured them that their funding and the project's life would be secure for the next five years. All that remained was the presentation of their findings.

"Fuck it!" Dr. Thomas said, "It might be premature, but we've worked hard, let's celebrate our breakthrough. We can celebrate again once we secure funding." With that said he pulled out an expensive magnum of champagne he'd been saving for the occasion. Soon other bottles could be heard opening as the impromptu party began.

With the champagne consumed, food, beer, and hard liquor were delivered as the party grew. Everyone was in a celebratory mood, Jane and Greg shared many a toast with individual colleagues. On an empty stomach, both quickly became hammered, but the alcohol affected each differently. For Jane, she became more expressive, confident, and touchy-feely. At times giggling uncontrollably at some of the jokes she heard. As for Greg, he became louder and less introverted.

As the alcohol impaired her judgment Jane decided she should mingle, lest her secret crush on Greg be found out. She decided to hang out with the lab assistants and the IT techs. They were pleased that she did. This small act greatly improved their opinion of their boss. They had never seen this side of her, no one had. Jane always kept herself locked down and professional. Here she was, kidding with the staff. Putting an index finger into the chest of one of the men to make her point or touch a leg or knee as she rocked with laughter at a joke. Many of them suddenly found her very attractive and desirable, male, and female. Several mentally undressed her and realized she possessed a knockout body, hidden by her frumpy clothes.

No one suspected that Dr. Greg Thomas had a sense of humor. Out of his shell, thanks to the liquor, he was the center of attention as he told one hilarious joke after the other. "Who knew?" Fresh out of jokes, Greg left his audience wanting more as he excused himself to refresh his drink when Jane caught up to him again.

"You were quite the hit, mister," Jane said as she grabbed his arm and repeatedly poked him with her index finger to emphasize her point.

"Awe, those were just some jokes I learned in college. I guess they still work."

"You think?" Jane giggled and hung on. "You want to come sit with me? I think I need to sit down?"

Looking down on the woman now firmly holding his upper arm for support, "Perhaps we should."

As they staggered to an empty group of couches and overstuffed chairs, Jane slipped and somehow Greg was able to catch her in both arms as they sat together on the vacant couch. Looking up into his brown eyes, Jane batted her eyes and said, "My hero," as Greg looked down at her, she seized the opportunity to kiss his lips. It was a surprise and caught the oblivious doctor off guard for a moment. When he realized that it was a real admission of how his coworker felt and not his imagination, he returned the kiss opening his mouth and pulling her close. The kiss was passionate, both harboring feelings for each other that they'd never been able to express. The third kiss told them they needed to get a room. Neither was in any condition to drive or even call an Uber. When Jane suggested her office, which had a large couch and the privacy they needed, Greg quickly agreed. Fortunately, it wasn't far away if they took the shortcut through the hive. The hive was the nickname for the warehouse where they housed the floatation tanks and the inmates participating in the program. Since they both had access to the facility it was no big deal. The floor they were on, nicknamed the "gantry" would take them over the hive. It was more like a balcony overlooking the tanks.

As they stumbled through, it wasn't lost on Jane how quiet and peaceful it all was. She felt pride as she thought about their noble mission, converting convicted violent offenders into peaceful members of society. She could almost make out the faces of the five convicts as they floated and dreamed in their tanks. It was three women and two men. With the approval of their funding, they would likely get another ten before the program would launch nationally.

Reaching Jane's office, still very aroused they kissed desperately while fumbling with their clothes. Finally, they separated and pulled off items letting them fall where they may, until they were both gloriously naked. Despite being intoxicated to levels that rivaled his college days, the sight of Jane's lush well-toned body and her large breasts had Greg rock hard and hoping he was up to the task. He'd pretty much-ignored women and sex, being so wrapped up in the project. On the rare occasion that he couldn't rid himself of "morning wood," he had an old CD that would work him up enough to "toss his cookies."

Now he was with a real live woman, a colleague no less, someone whom he respected, and she was very much into him. Being more than ready, Jane chose to be on top and lowered her neglected pussy on Greg's above-average-sized cock. She grunted as she lowered herself onto his cock. He was thicker than she'd been accustomed to. Not that she had sex that often. She mostly took the edge off with her little battery-powered friend. Fortunately, she was very excited and very wet. She soon had lubricated his cock sufficiently and the uncomfortable feeling quickly turned into ecstasy. Greg began pushing back as she bounced on his cock with greater speed and confidence. The feeling was becoming stronger and just as she was getting close, he went off filling her with his seed. She may have gotten off herself if he'd kept moving just one or two more strokes, or if he'd stayed hard for another minute. But it was too much to hope for in his drunken state. She should have been happy, but something in the back of her mind made her feel bad. He should have given her an orgasm; she was so close. It was just like a man to get his and be done with it. "A woman would have made sure her partner..." she stopped. "Where's this coming from? You are drunk," she reprimanded herself.

"Perhaps there's time..." Jumping off she swung around and began sucking his shrinking cock and tasting herself for the first time. Rather than dwell on it she pumped and sucked trying to revive his cock. He was beginning to stiffen, she just needed a little more, but she felt him relax and retract. The alcohol and having just gotten off was just too much and Greg passed out.

Spitting out his limp cock, frustrated and horny seemed to have sobered her up. Had she brought her battery-powered little friend she would take care of herself. "Fuck it," she thought to herself, "I deserved an orgasm." Looking at Greg asleep on her couch, she found her blanket and pulled it over him. "I need to get off." Grudgingly she found her clothes, dressed, grabbed her purse, and left. It was a long walk to her car, so she decided to take a shortcut through the "Hive" itself.

It was noisier than she remembered, probably due to the quietness of the rest of the building this time of night. As she moved through the equipment, with the tanks nearby, she felt compelled to peak in at one of the tanks. She found the one holding their star, Inmate 8913069, known as Liz. Her face was covered by the goggles and breathing apparatus, her long hair floating in the fluid under her. She could see her small naked tits and the waste disposal equipment attached to her vagina and anus, as she floated spread eagle inside the tank. Leaning on the tank and the steel hatch, she looked closer. "I wonder what you are dreaming?" Suddenly she got what she could only describe as an electrical shock; it made the frontal lobes of her brain tingle. "Fuck!" It didn't hurt as much as it surprised her. "What are you doing," she scolded herself. "Get the fuck out of here." Still smarting from the shock, she rushed to the parking lot and her car.

Arriving home, she was even hornier than before. She quickly stripped and found her little friend. Installing a fresh set of batteries, she turned it on. It came to life, and she slipped it in. Moving it around she began to enjoy the things the toy was doing. She then moved it to her clit. It was working its magic, and she came. Not great, but enough that she'd be able to put the evening behind her and get some sleep. She didn't realize how tired she was and fell asleep quickly. As she slept, she dreamed. She was with Greg again. This time they were both sober. He fucked her well, she came many times as they played, and she sucked his cock while he ate her pussy. It's what she needed. Still asleep she came moaning loudly. "Greg was such a good lover; he scratched all her itches," she thought.

Then her dream changed abruptly, she saw herself peering into Inmate 8913069's tank; only she looked different than before, the inmate was completely naked and floating in the tank. No goggles or breathing apparatus, gone was the bio equipment covering her sex. Jane couldn't help noticing that she was shaved and had a lovely vagina, no... a pussy. It was small, inner lips slightly peeking out, like a flower, no... a rose and it was beginning to open. Jane could see as she focused on her sex. She watched as the inmate's fingers parted her lips, she moved them around like she was stirring a pot, occasionally dipping inside, and making circles on her now-exposed clit. Her eyes open staring back at Jane as her face contorted and she came, screaming.

Another abrupt change found the two in Jane's bed; the inmate reclining on pillows, legs spread wide, fingers in her pussy and sucking on her nipple from her now large tits. She beckoned Jane to join her with a look that spoke volumes. Never had Jane been so tempted by another woman. Aroused she felt her nipples harden, and then she realized she too was naked. Suddenly she was between the inmate's legs licking the moist lips and kissing it like it was a mouth, breathing in the strong aroma and being encouraged by a voice she didn't recognize.

"That's the way, Jane, eat my pussy. It's your first, I know, but certainly not your last, I'll bet. Isn't it good? Mmm...you're so good at this, are you sure it's your first Jane? Oh, oh....I'm cumming."

It was hard for Jane to think of her as Inmate 8913069 anymore, she was Liz. Jane feasted on all the juices that Liz secreted, and Liz was happily providing more. Jane was beside herself, so aroused that she too came despite not yet being touched. "Oh Liz, is that really you?" Jane sighed squeezing her pussy as her hands found their way between her legs.

"Liz? Who's Liz? I'm Jenny. I feel so close to you, like we're joined, connected. Can you feel it? It feels so good, doesn't it? Tell the truth, Jane, you love it that we're connected. You love eating pussy, my pussy."

"Ohhh....ohhhh...." Jane woke suddenly, one hand deep in her pussy, thumb rubbing her clit, the other hand holding her left breast to her mouth, chewing on her nipple.

She broke free of the orgasmic avalanche gasping for her breath and slowly she began to level out. Mindlessly she put her damp fingers to her mouth, licking her fingers before she realized what she was doing. The now familiar flavor exploded on her tongue, on one level she felt repulsed, but then she had to admit she didn't mind the pungent flavor.

She abruptly sat upright. Her heavy breasts fell free and pulling on her chest, she didn't remember going to bed naked. "Damn, that was some dream," she thought, while questioning if it was a dream, the taste pussy on her tongue, was her own of course. Wasn't it?

Falling quickly back to sleep she slept soundly until her alarm woke her. She jumped from bed, forgetting she was naked almost falling unaccustomed to her jiggling body parts. She was eager to get to work, she thought about Greg spending the night in her office, remembering now that they were intimate, "You fucked him," she admitted. And then there was that strange dream, which had her both aroused and excited. She had many questions. "It felt like I was communicating with Inmate 8913069, Liz, or Jenny. Why would she say that her name was Jenny? How is any of this possible? Did I...really enjoy eating her pussy? Did she somehow awaken lesbian or bisexual tendencies within me? Jane wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to that question.