I was in the middle of licking Desiree's pussy when my cell phone rang. My boss had me naked and handcuffed to her office chair, so there was not much I could do. She was on her hands and knees on her desk, shoving her hairy puss into my mouth. My cock was rock hard, as usual, though I knew that I would once again be nursing a set of blue balls.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Desiree chided breathlessly. I had her close already; with all of our frequent "performance meetings," I had quickly learned what techniques brought her to orgasm quickly so that I could make these sessions as short as possible. "Turn your God damn ringer off when you come in here to please me, pendejo!"
I ignored her and kept twirling my tongue in circles around the inside of her pussy, pausing few seconds to take her clit and labia in my mouth and suck on them.
At last, she came, pushing into me so that she was damn near sitting on my face. Smothered by her soaking snatch, I could not breathe, but I knew I just had to hold out long enough for her to go through her orgasm ritual. Her cupped her breasts and squeezed hard on her nipples as she muffled her cries through a bit lip. It was three in the afternoon, after all, and our "affair" was still a successful secret.
When she was done, she lowered herself off of me and released me from the handcuffs.
"That was good, Aaron," she said bitterly, "but leave your fucking phone in your office from now on."
"Yes, ma'am," I said stoically, quickly getting dressed again. The smell of her pussy was still on my face; I would need to make a B-line for the restroom to rinse off.
"What's the matter with you?" Desiree asked.
"Nothing," I answered matter-of-factly.
"Does it bother you that I get all the benefits of our meetings?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Wouldn't it bother you?" I asked, allowing the tiniest bit of bitterness to show.
"I already had that kind of relationship," she replied. "That's why I never married the prick."
I grunted and nodded. I did not care. I just wanted to get back to work. Jack Warner, the vice-president of our department, had me working on a project directly for him, and if I could keep my performance high, I could possibly apply for a transfer into another department behind Desiree's back.
"You know, it's not like you don't get anything out of this," Desiree said as I tied my tie. She grabbed it and pulled me to her. She was sitting on her desk now, and she wrapped her legs around me, pressing her pelvis into mine.
"What do I get?" I asked emotionlessly.
She smiled sinisterly. It reminded me of the smile I gave to Alicia every time I saw her now.
"You get to keep your job," she whispered reaching around and grabbing my butt.
I slowly pulled away from her, forcing a smile. "Yeah," I said, pulling my cell phone out to see who had called. "I guess there is that."
"Go," Desiree said, suddenly disinterested in me. "Get back to work,"
I did not answer as I opened her office door and walked out. I was distracted by the number popping up on my cell phone.
It had been Sandy.
It had been two months since my wonderful marathon with Cindy. We had been able to swing three more quickies in the interim, all of them at her apartment when I picked her up for Thursday night dinner when Alicia happened to be away. We gave each other knowing smiles when Sara was not looking, and my massages were getting more daring every week. Our relationship had never been more fun.
Sandy, however, had gone to the other extreme. After our first interlude in which I taught her how to give a blow job, she had become distant and awkward; almost to the point that I was afraid she was going to clue Sara into what had happened. She had not even come to the last two Thursday night dinners.
As I looked at my phone, I saw that she had not left a message.
Probably too awkward for her, I thought, and I decided to call her back. As I walked toward my office, I hit the "TALK" button on my phone. Her phone rang several times before Sandy finally picked it up.
"Hello?" she answered in her sweet, innocent tone.
"Hi, Sandy. It's Aaron," I said.
"Oh," she said, her voice growing dark and guarded.
"Did you just call me?" I asked.
"No," she said so fast that even if my cell phone's display had not proven otherwise, I would have known that it was a lie.
"Really? Because I had a missed call and it was your number," I said casually.
"Oh, well...if I did, I didn't mean to," she stammered. "I must have misdialed. Anyway, I know you're at work and I don't want to keep you tied up so I'll talk to you later."
"Actually, this is a good time for us to talk," I said, sitting down at my desk. "I, uh, just got out of a meeting."
"Oh," Sandy replied in an apprehensive tone.
"So, we haven't seen you around lately for Thursday night dinners," I observed.
"Yeah, I, uh...I've been spending a lot of time with Doug," she said.
"Oh, yeah? How are you guys doing?" I asked.
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
"Sandy?" I asked.
"I don't think I should talk to you about that," she said quietly.
"Why not?" I asked. I could be such a jerk sometimes.
"You know why not," she said shortly.
"Oh, because of that night?" I asked, smiling.
"Yes!" she hissed, as if to shush me.
"Sweetheart, you've got to relax," I said. "It was no big deal."
"It WAS a big deal," she said, and the hurt feelings bled through her quivering voice. "I've never done that before, and I...I did it with you, and...Sara and Doug would be devastated if they found out, and..."
"Well, first of all they won't find out," I said simply. "You and I are the only ones that know, and I am not going to say anything. Are you going to tell either of them?"
It was actually a question I wanted to get her commitment on. This guilt thing really seemed to be eating at her, and it would do my life no good to have her confessing to her sister.
"No, of course not!" she said, exasperated.
