HIGH INFIDELITY Ch. 02
A father continues his sordid affair with son's girlfriend. But what goes around...
By Richard Hardwood
(This is Chapter 2 of High Infidelity. It's about a despicable affair between a father and his son's girlfriend. Reader discretion is advised. To understand the characters and the plot, I recommend that you read Ch 1 first. I misfiled it under "Loving Wives")
It was such a bad idea - and to think it was Danny's. Having his girlfriend Abby come to work for me was like inviting the fox into the henhouse, with the fox being me and the henhouse being her young, tight pussy. But of course he didn't know that, being unaware (thankfully) of my weekend of intense, mind-blowing sex with her about a month ago.
Since then, she and I had managed to behave ourselves, more or less, as we had agreed. Our wild weekend was to be a one-off. Oh, there was the occasional grope or stolen kiss here and there, and a few more serious lapses, like last week when I fingered her to an orgasm at my place while Danny was on a zoom call. Another time the three of us we were out for dinner along with a buddy of Danny's. It was a fancy place with long table-cloths, and Abby was sitting across from me with Danny beside her. As we tucked into our entrees I suddenly felt something pressing gently against my crotch. I realized that Abby had slipped off her shoe and was discreetly massaging me with her foot. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She acted nonchalant, engaged in the conversation as if nothing was going on. I slouched slightly and spread my legs a little more to give her better access. My dick got rock hard. She stopped for a while and then started again. When our server was clearing the table, Abby gave me a quick wink and announced that she was off to use the ladies' room. I excused myself soon after, telling they guys I had to make a call. Thankfully my sports jacket covered the bulge in my pants. Abby was waiting for me outside the handicapped washroom. She hauled me in and locked the door behind us. She pushed me against the counter, got on her knees, undid my belt and zipper and yanked my pants and boxers to the floor around my feet. She took my cock in her hand and licked up and down the underside and all around the ridge. I was already dribbling with pre-cum. She licked it off the tip and smiled. Then she wrapped her lips around me and worked her mouth up and down, jerking my cock in unison with one hand as she gently fondled my balls with the other, looking up at me with those big blue eyes all the while. "Oh, fuck" I muttered and with a gasp I exploded. My spunk might have sprayed the ceiling had Abby not clamped down on my cock and taken every drop down her throat. It took all of three minutes.
She smacked her lips as I helped her to her feet.
"Well," she said, "that was a rather full serving of fresh man-cream you fed me. I guess I won't be needing dessert."
She wiped her face with some tissue, re-applied her lipstick, gave me a peck on the cheek and went back to the table while I recuperated. When I returned, I glanced at Abby as I sat down. Her face maintained a neutral expression. I wondered what Danny would think if he knew that minutes ago his girlfriend had my cock in her mouth. I was both troubled and delighted by her audacity. They all thanked me when I picked up the tab. I told them the pleasure was mine. Abby smiled and licked her lips.
Abby and Danny seemed to be thriving as a couple. They celebrated their 10 month "anniversary" with a romantic getaway to a friend's cottage. They had been dating longer than I thought -- by my math more than seven months before he brought her around to meet me for the first time. He never was one to be in a rush to introduce me or his mother to any his girlfriends, which I thought was smart. Why trigger our hopes or disappointment, as the case may be? There was still no hint that he had any inkling about Abby and me, even though we continued with our reckless ways. I got a text from her late Saturday night while they were away -- a close-up pic of her pussy dripping with cum. Underneath was a text:
"Wish this was yours".
So inappropriate on so many levels. I just hoped Danny never looked at her phone.
Danny finished his MBA and started his job with a well-respected investment banking firm, a position for which he had been head-hunted. I was quietly pleased that he was based here in their regional office, although I knew he aspired to greater things. I enjoyed having him around along with, of course, his sweet, young, horny girlfriend who was always down to fuck her boyfriend's dad.
Abby was off from grad school for the summer and about to start a job she had lined up when the company she was going to work for suddenly went belly up. And that's when the real trouble began. Danny stopped by after work one day and asked me if I would consider hiring Abby as a summer student. She needed to earn money for school. With all the decent jobs gone, her only other option was to move back home to live with her mother and her sister Carmen to save on rent, and hopefully find work there; but they didn't get along particularly well, and the cost of the air fare would eat into her earnings. Could I possibility find a position for her?
My filthy mind immediately pictured all the positions for her as I fucked her. I resisted the urge to smirk at his inadvertent double entendre. I genuinely wanted to help out them out, and the summer is our busy season and we could always use another hand, especially a bright young woman like her. I was concerned about where things might go with us, given our history, but I couldn't think of a good reason to say no. I told him I would take her on as an administrative assistant, to have her stop by the office in the morning and we would take care of all the paperwork.
Danny thanked me profusely, telling me how much this would help her, and how happy they both would be not having to spend the summer apart.
"You're the best, Dad", he said, giving me a hug.
Not really, I thought. A good dad doesn't bone his son's girlfriend.
"It's nice to see you so happy" I said, and I meant it.
"Yeah, I think she may be the one. She's just so beautiful and fun and smart. She's perfect."
I could certainly agree with beautiful and fun and smart. But perfect? Not so much, given she let me use her as my little fuck-puppet. The fact that he was getting serious with her underscored the need to bring our 'relationship', a term I use loosely, to an end.
Abby and Danny stopped by later that evening and presented me with a nice bottle of wine. She gave me a big hug and thanked me profusely for giving her a job. When Danny went to the bathroom, she leaned in close to my ear:
"I'm looking forward to working under you, Mr. Hardwood" she whispered in a sultry voice as she briefly groped me. It's hardly the first time someone has deliberately mispronounced my name as 'Hardwood' instead of 'Harwood' - I've been hearing that since high school; but coming from her, that look in her eye, the way she said it, my memory of the way she squealed and squirmed when I fucked her, got me very horny. It also confirmed my worst fears about hiring her. I could not carry on with my son's girlfriend like this. I was about to tell her there would be no more hanky-panky when Danny returned. Our little chat would have to wait.
The next morning I met with Abby and Louise, my long-time office manager, to make her hiring official. I saw no point in telling Louise or anyone else that Abby was Danny's girlfriend, although I knew they would all find out soon enough. Louise was cooperative and helpful as always, but gave me her patented look of indignation, being familiar with my sordid history. She was assuming I was either fucking Abby or would be soon. I'd have to be careful.
It didn't take long for Abby and me to regress - her third day on the job, to be exact. What triggered me was that the night before she sent me some playful, explicit pics of herself: her lips wrapped around a dildo, another with her legs spread rubbing her pussy with the same toy, then a close-up of it buried in her cunt. And a short text:
'Miss your cock.'
I had asked her not to sext me anymore, but did I "ghost" her, as young people call it? No, of course not. I couldn't help myself. I sent her back a close-up of my hard dick with a text:
'And my cock misses you.'
I formulated a simple plan. I have a small, overflow warehouse in an industrial park with an office just inside the front entrance. There wasn't much in it - a desk and chairs, some filing cabinets and, most importantly, a large couch that is ergonomically incorrect in that the bench is far too wide to sit on comfortably unless you're eight feet tall. Normally I would find a couch like that annoying, but it's perfect for lying on, which is precisely why I bought it when I was fucking my young assistant -- the one that led to my divorce. I can't count the number of times I had her pinned down on that couch, my cock balls deep in her cunt as she moaned and ground her pelvis into mine, telling me 'Fuck me, boss. My tight pussy needs your big cock.' I once tag-teamed her there with one of my biggest customers who was visiting from Germany. There were others as well: a sassy Asian sales rep who came through town once a quarter and craved what she called 'big white cock'; a young red-head IT consultant I took out for lunch who was polite enough to laugh at my corny jokes: 'I think my hardware would be compatible with your software; 'I'd like to fill your inbox'; 'I need you to take a look at my hard drive'; a Fed Ex driver who would get on her knees and let me stand and deliver. My staff eventually figured out what I got up to there. Behind my back they took to calling it the little "whorehouse" instead of warehouse. But I didn't care -- that was one advantage of running my own company. To this day, just walking into that office incites a Pavlovian response in me, a stirring in my loins.
I called Louise from my cell and asked her to send Abby there to update our inventory count on a certain item. I told Abby nothing; my plan was to just show up and surprise her. I parked down the block and watched her pull up in a company van. She unlocked the door and went inside. I parked around back and went in through the rear entrance. I expected her to be in the warehouse, but I found her waiting for me in the office. She already knew me too well. We hugged and engaged in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. I grabbed her ass. She stepped back, reached into her purse and handed me her panties.
"I assume I won't be needing these " she said, giving me a sultry look as she hiked up her skirt to reveal her very smooth pussy.
