Keisha sat before him, her dark blonde hair was in her familiar ponytail, tightly pulled back. It was the ultimate Keisha, gorgeous, but tightly pulled back, carefully and completely under control. Alan hardly recognized the rest of the woman before him. Even when they briefly dated, she was always under control, and had firmly and coldly rejected his advances. "I'm not that kind of girl," she had said. And she meant it. Even when she later married his good friend Tom, the coolness barely thawed. From what Tom said, things in the bedroom left much to be desired.
But today she sat in front of his desk, eyes red and swollen from crying, her hands clasping and unclasping, betraying her nervousness. Her make-up was perfect, but smeared around the eyes. What on earth could have caused such a change?
"I've done something terrible," she said, "And I don't know what to do or where to turn."
"What is it? he asked. "What could possibly be that bad?"
"I think Tom is cheating on me, and I tried to get proof." She replied.
Alan sat up, startled. It was true, of course. Tom had cheated on her, off and on for some years. "You can only take so much frustration, and so much sameness. I can never get to loosen up, or try new things. I love her, but sometimes I just want to scream." Tom had told him. But how long had Keisha suspected, and what did she mean by "try" and get proof?
"Keisha, I'm a computer programmer, and your husband's partner, not a marriage counselor, and certainly not a detective. Why are you telling me this? And how could I possibly help?"
"I know Tom is skilled with computers, and I guessed he would e-mail his slut, since I can't even turn a computer on. I guessed he would feel safe doing that. So I got some books on computers, and taught myself to turn the damn thing on, and find his e-mail. I was right. He had the computer store his password, so it automatically came up. That's when it happened."
A cold sweat broke out on Alan's forehead. He didn't like where this was going.
"What happened then?" he asked.
"I'm afraid I unleashed that Red Worm virus. I saw something come up about it, and I panicked and shut it off. But I can't tell Tom what I did. I never did get the proof, and if he finds out what I did, he'll just kill me."
Alan thought carefully. "What exactly did you do?" he asked.
"I don't remember, I was just in a blind panic then." She sobbed now, her control evaporating with her disclosures. "Can you help me? Can you fix it? I know you know computers, and I don't know anyone else who does who could look at it in the house before Tom gets home tomorrow."
"Jeez, I don't know Keisha. You're asking me to countenance your spying on Tom, and the damage you might have done could be irreparable. Fooling with Tom's computer is fooling with his livelihood. You could have compromised any number of client's projects. Their confidentiality could have been destroyed. How did you hear about this virus, anyway? You've never taken any interest in our work before?"
She sat there, small sobs coming out. "I heard it on the radio when I was coming home from shopping. I'm still not sure what it does, just that it's bad."
Alan sat there, thinking, thinking. "Tom, old buddy, you're going to owe me one. I can cover your ass on this affair, and keep her off your back for years." He thought. "And it could have a bonus for me as well."
"Keisha, if I help you with this, you will owe me big time, do you understand? For starters, there can be no more snooping on Tom. I'm not going to bail you out twice."
She nodded her head, not daring to look at him. But then she wrinkled her forehead, and asked, "What do you mean 'For starters'?"
"You tried to get into Tom's alleged sex life, and to repay me, you're going to let me into yours."
She turned white, and her hands pulled into knots. "What do you mean? Alan? What is it that you expect?"
"There are three trips for Tom this quarter, two after this one. You will be mine for those trips, starting tonight."
"What if you can't fix it? No, no this isn't right. I couldn't do it. It runs against everything I've been, everything I believe in. I wasn't raised to be some toy for someone, even someone as nice as you. I can't believe you would even ask."
"Tick tock, Keisha, tick tock. Tom comes home tomorrow. Do you really want to explain to his what you did, and why?"
"No. It would break his heart." She got up, and walked to the windows. "What would I have to do?" she asked.
He smiled." Everything."
He called her several hours later. "It's done. All fixed. Now it's your turn. Come over in one hour."
She hung up the phone without saying a word, swallowing dryly. Any relief she may have felt at getting out the computer mess was being eroded by the thought of what was to come. She dressed quickly, poured a tall drink, downed it just as quickly, and left, before she lost her nerve.
"Come on in. You look great." She wasn't so sure that looking "great" was necessarily a good thing under these conditions. But she smiled briefly, as much out of habit as anything.
'Now what? How do we do this?" She asked.
He had thought about this for some time, but his carefully calculated plans seemed to evaporate in her presence.
"Have a drink and relax," he said. He opened the wine and poured two glasses. Both were empty quickly.
"Take off all your clothes."
She breathed deeply, and with shaky fingers, started on the buttons of her blouse. It fell to the floor, to be soon followed by her pants. She hesitated at taking off her bra, but it soon joined the pile of clothes at her feet. With one sheltering her breasts, she slipped out of her panties, and stood there, one arm covering her breasts, and one covering her pubic area.
He poured a second glass of wine while she did this, and finished it as her panties hit the floor. "Damn," he thought. "She is unbelievable. Hot and frigid at the same time."
"Drop your arms." The simple order caused her heart to beat faster, as a deep blush started to rise. He circled behind her. She flinched when his breath caressed the nape of her neck.
"You haven't taken off everything yet" She frowned. "What is he talking about?" she thought.
Then, if as in answer, he took off the scrunci holding her perfect ponytail, the symbol of her self-control. He tossed it to the side of the room, and pulled her hair loose, tossing it about, while luxuriating in its silky feel. She shuddered when he took her by the shoulders, and kissed her neck, and ear. His hands drifted down passed her shoulders, and caressed her breasts. Doing so pulled her into him, and she felt his erecting pushing into her ass. His hands went lower still, tracing the curve of her hips, and the softness of her skin. Then they began their descent toward her most private parts, first feeling the silkiness of her hair, and then finding her lips, separating them, then exploring their interior.
It was time. He undressed, and took her by the hand, leading her to the bed. He lay her down, and spread her legs, crawling between them. She was visibly trembling by this point, so nervous she was almost nauseous. He kissed hip lips, then her neck, then took each breast is his mouth, sucking each nipple, and rolling it with his tongue. He traced past her stomach, and found her cunt. He opened her lips, and licked there briefly. Her taste was sweet and tart at the same time, but too much there now would defeat his intentions. He rose up over her, and began to insert himself into her. "Perfect, " he thought, "Not too dry, and not too wet." He wanted her to feel him take every inch of her cunt, every millimeter. Something not possible if she was too wet. This made taking her almost like she was a virgin. She grimaced slightly as he bore into her, not believing how long it took, and how stretched she felt. He kept pushing, stroking, until he was all the way in.
"I now have full possession of your cunt, every bit of it." He said.
She was shocked! No man had ever used that word to her before, and it sounded like a gunshot when it came out.
"He's right," she thought. "He has my cunt, and will use as he wants to, and I have to let him." Thinking the words made it all seem even more depraved, wilder. She began to lubricate more freely, and as he began to take her more forcefully and deeply, she began to move with him. He held her hands on either side of her head, not letting them move. He dipped his head, and suck on her breasts again, and this time bit her nipples gently, then a little more intensely. The increase in sensation overwhelmed her, and she came, crying out. He lasted longer, and after she came, he released her hands, and pushed her thighs up towards her shoulders, allowing him to go deeper still. Keisha wasn't used to this. When Tom made love to her, he always came rather quickly, and certainly never outlasted her. But then again, she thought, he didn't fuck her like she was getting fucked now. Sweat broke out on their bodies, making their skin slippery, and the touching even more erotic. The sensation mounted, and took Keisha toward a second climax, reaching it as Alan blasted his cum into her. For Alan, it was a culmination of all of the dreams that had gone unfulfilled for so long, and having made her wet with sweat, and orgasming while he was inside her made his release even greater.
