Stefannie was haunted by guilt for the next three days; she could not believe she had allowed the men to use her as they had, and she had an even harder time believing that she had gotten off on the illicit sex as much as she had. When she fucked her husband that second night, she did not come until she thought of the way Paul had forced her to suck his iron hard manhood.
The fourth day, she went to her husband's office to meet him for dinner. "Hi, Sammy!" she said, walking into his office.
Hey, baby," Sam Peters said from his desk, and motioned at the man standing alongside him. "You've met Ben King, haven't you?"
"Yes, of course. Good to see you again, Mr. King."
"It's always a pleasure, Stefannie," King said, taking her small hand in his. She was surprised, as always, at the calluses on the man's hand. He towered over her, standing several inches over six feet, and she swallowed as his hard eyes dropped from hers to survey her body.
She had on a short, tight skirt with tan hose, and a tight sweater that accentuated the large, firm globes of her breast. It was a button up sweater, but she had it buttoned all the way up to her throat.
As the man's eyes surveyed her body, she found herself glad that she had worn a blazer over the sweater. She had jokingly referred to the outfit as her corporate look, and Sam had said if any of the women in his office dressed like that, he would have them bent over the desk.
"Honey, it's going to be a little bit before I'm ready," he said, smiling at her, and Stefannie had to suppress a look of annoyance. "Why don't you go with Ben here and get a drink, I'll be right with you."
"Well, maybe I could wait here," she protested.
"Nonsense, my dear, we can just go grab a quick drink at the company bar."
"Um, well, I guess that would be OK," she said. Sam Peters smiled and nodded at her as King led her out of the office by her arm.
"I really must have you all over for dinner soon," Ben King said as they got into the elevator. He took out a key, and pressed the penthouse button.
"Yes, we would enjoy that," Stefannie said. "Um, I thought we were going to the bar."
"Yes, well, there's one in my office."
Stefannie bit her plump lower lip, but did not say anything. She could not have said why, but she was suddenly nervous about being alone with this man.
"I'll let Sam know when to arrange the dinner," King was saying. "I must say, that's a great outfit you have on, my dear."
"Oh, thank you! I like it. I don't really think its that sexy, but Sam thinks it is." The words were out of her mouth before she could take them back, and she wondered what she was doing saying something like that. "Mm. I would have to agree with him," King smiled at her. Stefannie blushed as she realized the man was staring at her breasts again.
The elevator doors slid open, and King led the gorgeous woman through he foyer and into his office. "Wow, this is a nice office!" Stefannie said. She was stunned at the size of the place, and the sumptuousness of the decorating.
"I like it," King said, leading her to a large wet bar. There was a wide couch against the wall, and Stefannie blushed as she thought of the way the two men had fucked her on her own couch.
They were working on their second margarita when the phone buzzed softly. King picked it up, and spoke several words, then said: "Well, make it as quick as you can, son."
"That was Sam. He's having some problems with one of the overseas firms. He's going to have to do a videoconference. Here, lets get that jacket off of you, make you a little more comfortable."
"I don't think that will be necessary," Stefannie protested, but he was already unfastening the first of the three buttons that held the jacket in place. Then he was slipping the jacket off of her slim shoulders, throwing it on the couch.
He whistled, and eyed her chest again. "Yes, that's much better," he said, smiling at her, but she noticed that his eyes were not smiling. Stefannie was uncomfortably aware that the sweater she was wearing accentuated, rather than hid, her firm, large breasts. She was also aware that he could see where her soft flesh pushed against the edge of the bra.
She managed to relax as they went into the fourth margarita, and she felt herself getting tipsy. "That sweater is sexy," Ben said suddenly. "But you should undo some of those buttons. I know Sam would appreciate it."
Stefannie struggled to think of something to say, but before she could, King was reaching up so casually she did not even notice until his hard, agile fingers slipped the top button open. "Oh, my, what are you doing?" she asked. His fingers grazed against the silky skin of her throat, and she could not stop the soft shiver that rippled through her body. He had undone the second button, then the third and the fourth before she could say anything else.
"There, that's better," he smiled down at her, and Stefannie looked down at her chest. A good portion of her creamy titflesh was visible now; the little bra she had chosen that night pushed her big breasts up and in slightly, making her cleavage even more impressive than usual.
The petite woman swallowed, and looked around the room, avoiding King's eyes. She finished her drink, and did not protest as he took it from her hand and fixed her another.
"I . . . I think I'll just go wait at the restaurant, Mr. King," she said, turning away from the man. She knew she should refasten her sweater, but something kept her from doing it; her belly was tumbling nervously, and her plump nipples were stiffening.
"No need to do that, Stefannie - it'll be an hour or more before Sam is ready." She felt his body press against hers, and then felt his hand pull her hair away from her long, slim neck. He reached around her with one hand, and gave her the glass back.
Stefannie gripped the glass, and let out a long breath when she felt his lips graze against the silky skin of her neck. She wanted to step away from him, wanted to yell at him, scream that she was happily married.
Instead, she leaned her head slightly to one side, giving his mouth more room on the soft curve of her neck. His breath made her body tremble slightly. Then she felt his hand on her curvy hip, felt him pull her backwards slightly till she could feel his stiff cock bulge against her soft ass.
"Ohhn, Mr. King, I really don't think you should be . . . should be doing this!" she gasped as his mouth opened on her skin. The wetness of his mouth burned her sensitive skin, and she almost fell; she could not help but lean back against him to support herself, and marveled at how large his cock felt against her pliant asscheeks.
"I've always wondered what you would taste like," King whispered against her throat. He ground his cock into her soft ass, and Stefannie moaned softly, then somehow turned away from him. She stared at him, eyes wide with fear at what was happening to her. She should leave, she said to herself, she should just go. This was a dangerous situation. She was uncomfortable aware of her stiff nipples, easily visible through the thin sweater, and the exposed flesh of her heaving bosom.
He took her by the arm, and led her on rubbery legs to the couch. "You look like you should sit down, Stefannie," he said, as though he cared what she needed. He sat beside her, and Stefannie nervously took another long pull off the drink in her hand.
"Do you mind if I just feel your breasts up for a moment, my dear?" he asked, as though he had asked if she minded if he used her telephone.
"Mr. King! I'm a happily married woman!" Stefannie said, shocked, then watched in a daze as he reached up with his left hand and began rubbing his palm in small circles on the tip of her heaving right breast.
She looked down at his hand stupidly as he pressed his palm harder against the large tit mound, flattening it to her chest, the cupped it and lifted it slightly through her bra and sweater.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," he whispered huskily, and began squeezing her large breast gently. He could not believe how nice it felt, soft and firm at the same time, and felt his cock give another lurch. He was looking into her eyes now as she struggled to think of something to say. She was a nympho, he realized. Any normal woman would have pushed his hand away, slapped him, stormed out of the office.
But she just sat very still, looking around the room as he mauled her heaving, soft flesh. He squeezed her round breast harder, heard her make a small noise deep in her throat, and smiled as her eyes drooped halfway closed.
Stefannie somehow set her glass down; her head was spinning from a combination of the alcohol and the feel of the man's hand. Ripples of lust washed through the young wife, and her body actually gave a soft jerk as he pinched and squeezed her hard, silver dollar nipple through her clothes.
"Ohnn, no, this can't happen," she finally wailed, and somehow pushed his hand away. She looked at him, breathing heavily; then he was leaning down. Stefannie turned her head at the last moment, but he was perfectly content to start nuzzling and sucking at the silky skin of her neck again.
