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Consenting Adults (mf, wife/boss, voy, cheat)
by Kristen Kathleen Becker (Kristen078@hotmail.com)
May 11th 1999
Andrea stood gazing at her reflection in the dressing-
room mirror. She had just pulled off her T-shirt and
was standing in the little cubical in just her panties.
Since her breasts weren't all that large she often went
without a bra.
She wondered why she hadn't warn a bra that day, she
knew that she was going shopping for new clothes, and
would've normally put one on for modesty's sake. For a
nervous moment, Andrea looked around the booth wonder-
ing if there were security cameras or two-way mirrors
being used.
She couldn't see anything that looked suspicious, but
the thought that some stranger might be looking at her
almost nude body made her feel strangely aroused. This
feeling was happening more and more lately, she real-
ized.
Andrea, at 20, had been married for almost six months,
and prior to her marriage to Michael she had worked
very hard to make herself into the perfect woman for
him. Never having been a slouch, Andrea nevertheless
worked out to tone her body to perfection. She had
spent afternoons at the beach perfecting her tan, and
even had her teeth whitened so her new husband would
have the perfect bride on their wedding night.
Andrea sighed as she looked with satisfaction at her
reflection in the dressing-room mirror. She had per-
fected her body for her man, and she knew that she
looked desirable because there was never a day that
some guy wouldn't comment on her looks, or ask her for
a date. She was glad that men hit on her; otherwise
she would've begun to wonder about herself.
A shadow of unhappiness crossed Andrea's lovely face
as she thought about Michael. She had been a virgin
when they were married, and she hadn't known exactly
what to expect on their wedding night. But she knew
that there should have been more than a few kisses
and Michael passing out still in his tux sprawled
across their bed.
Since their wedding night, Andrea and Michael had made
love exactly 16 times. Andrea made a quick calculation
and decided that that was something less than four
times a month. She didn't know if that was normal, but
she did know that she wanted more, lots more.
Forcing her mind back to the task at hand, Andrea
looked one last time at her naked body -- wishing that
she were in bed with her handsome husband receiving
the attention that she craved. Then with a sigh of
resignation she slipped the pretty black cocktail
dress over her head and adjusted the hem evenly at
thigh level. She did a quick pirouette glancing behind
her at her reflection, and liked what she saw. "If this
doesn't do anything for Michael, then nothing will,"
she thought.
-=*=-
Michael had come home early from work that day, and
stood watching as his wife pulled into the driveway.
As he watched her unloading her packages from the car,
he felt a bit like a voyeur. It made him horny watching
his pretty wife going about her daily routine not
knowing that he was there. She was dressed in nothing
exotic, just jeans and a T-shirt, but he appreciated
the body that was underneath those ordinary clothes.
He glanced down and was pleasantly surprised to see
that he had an erection. He knew that his wife was
less than satisfied with his performance in the sex
department. It wasn't anything she had said -- but he
could see the look of disappointment in her lovely
eyes every time he told her that, 'maybe later' that
he wasn't in the mood.
Michael had never been as interested in sex as his
buddies while growing up, but it never really mattered
until he'd met Andrea. It had been his idea to wait
until they were married to have sex -- he was afraid
that if he couldn't get it up she might not stay with
him. But now that they were married he felt an incre-
dible pressure to perform, and he knew that he was
failing.
As he watched his luscious wife walk up the drive his
erection shrank and his momentary lust with it. He
wanted to take her to bed in the worst way -- he wanted
to enjoy that beautiful body that no other man had ever
sampled, but the pressure to perform was just too much
and he couldn't stay hard.
As Andrea opened the front door her husband was there
to help her with the packages.
"Hi sweetie, you're home early," she said in surprise.
"Yeah, the boss told me to take off early so we could
get ready for the trip. Did you get everything you
needed," Michael asked.
"Yes honey, I bought an outrageously expensive dress
for the party, and with my other outfits I think I'll
have everything I need."
Andrea was a little worried about their upcoming trip,
but refused to let it show. She didn't really want to
spend the week between Christmas and New Year's at
Michael's boss's place in the mountains. But Michael
had said that an invitation to the "mountain home" was
something that any employee of Microcosm Inc. would
die for. It showed that you had arrived as far as the
company was concerned. Only the privileged few were
ever invited to the Hanson residence, and an invitation
for a whole week meant promotion time, Michael had
said.
"When do we leave," Andrea wanted to know.
"I think as soon as possible, it's about a 3-hour drive
and the last thing I want is to be late."
Andrea asked, "Do you know who all's going to be
there?"
"Just Mr. Hanson, his latest girlfriend, the Bellamy's
and us. This will be some real quality time, and I just
know that I'm in line for a huge raise. You'll be liv-
ing high on the hog once this week is over. I expect to
get the comptroller's vacancy, which means another
hundred grand a year," Michael laughed in delight, the
unhappy thoughts of only moments before completely
forgotten.
-=*=-
All during the three hour trip Michael was fun and
entertaining. His smiling face, his funny jokes and
the love that he obviously felt for her captivated
Andrea. She watched his face in the glow of the dash
lights as they sped through the night toward his
boss's mountain retreat. He was so animated, so fun
loving that Andrea forgot their problems and snuggled
close to Michael as they traveled up the mountain road.
Michael was feeling good, he felt his wife's adoring
eyes on him and put his arm around her shoulders,
steering with one hand. They laughed and talked about
unimportant things.
Andrea who had been frustrated by her husband's lack
of response earlier in the day, placed her hand in his
lap. To her surprise Michael didn't seem to mind. In
the past when she had initiated anything sexual he
would tense up, and things would become forced.
Andrea looked at the dash clock. They would be at their
destination within the hour. She looked down at her
husband's lap and watched as her fingers massaged him
to semi-hardness. She so wanted to see him erect, she
hadn't gotten enough of him since they were married and
she was still curious about a man's sexual parts and
how they worked.
With an impish smile on her lovely face Andrea pulled
at Michael's zipper, opening his fly, and reached in-
side.
Michael said in a merry tone, "Whoa, baby! You wanta
cause an accident or something!?'"
"No sweetheart, you keep your eyes on the road and I'll
keep mine on your lap. If we both do what we're concen-
trating on then we'll be just fine!"
Andrea dug around in Michael's pants for a moment,
fishing out his semi-hard penis. She could barley see
the head of it in the dim light from the dash, so she
tugged his belt lose and opened his pants wide.
Michael began to feel a little nervous, he knew what
his pretty wife had in mind. He wished he'd taken a
shower before they had left the house - what if he
smelled? What if she was turned off because he wasn't
clean?
Andrea looked longingly at Michael's manhood. She
didn't get to have it often, but when she did she was
instantly wet. She felt so hot at that moment all she
wanted to do was to climb up between Michael and the
steering wheel and fuck his brains out, making him
have to peer around her thrusting body to keep the car
on the road.
That thought brought Andrea's blood pressure up nice-
ly, as well as her arousal level. 'God, she needed
Michael,' she thought, 'Maybe I could get him to stop
the car and we could do it in the back seat!'
To Andrea's horror, just as she was thinking about
fucking her husband in the back seat, she felt his
penis begin to shrink in her hand.
'NO! Please NO!' she screamed silently in despair.
'How could he get soft now of all times? Was she so
unattractive? What had she done to turn him off?'
Michael felt the familiar shame as his dick flopped
around in his wife's hand. She had been massaging him
in prelude to giving him oral sex. She'd tried to do
that to him once before but it had made him feel too
nervous then, and it was having the same effect on him
this time.
Knowing that he needed to say something, Michael
mumbled, "I'm sorry baby, I'm just not in the mood
right now, maybe later when we get up the mountain."
Andrea nodded numbly and said, "Sure honey, we'll see
how it goes."
The young couple drove on in silence, Michael self-
consciously zipping himself up, while Andrea felt the
moistness between her legs that only a moment before
had been molten hot -- begin to cool and feel uncom-
fortable as she sat in miserable disappointment.
-=*=-
Mr. Hanson greeted the young couple in the drive to
the large house tucked away deep within the forest.
They had driven a full 20 minutes down his private
drive after leaving the county road before noticing
the lights that marked the existence of his palatial
rustic getaway.
Andrea felt a little overpowered by this bear of a
man. He was almost 50 but seemed as powerful as a
bull, always talking a little louder, laughing with
a little more zest than anyone else around him.
She had met him twice before -- the first time had
been at his city apartment when Michael had first
been hired. All the young executives where invited
to a get-to-know-you dinner with the boss, he had
been the picture of solicitude toward her that
evening and she'd been impressed.
The second time was when she had come down to the
office to bring Michael some papers that he'd left
on his home office desk by mistake. Both Andrea and
Michael had been surprised that Mr. Hanson had popped
into Michael's office to welcome her.
He had taken her hand and squeezed it warmly, then
kissing the back of it in the best tradition of a
European courtier. Andrea was pleased that he seemed
to remember her, and flattered by the attention that
he showered on her while she was at the office. He
even gave her the VIP tour of the FAB and offices.
They both had to change into sterile clothing and wear
a shower-cap type of head covering to go into the FAB
area.
It was only a week later that Michael had received
the invitation to the mountain home. And both of them
were impressed by the magnificence of the place. It
turned out that Mr. Hanson owned over 1500 acres and
about 17 out buildings, as well as the 10,000-sq. ft.
main house.
-=*=-
Andrea wasn't surprised that Michael was too tired to
do anything that night. She admitted to herself that
she would have been shocked if he had. She lay restless
in bed beside her husband wishing that he would take
her in his arms and make love to her. She felt herself
flush as she thought of him thrusting deeply into her,
of her legs wrapped around his strong young body,
thrusting back at him with matching lust.
Tears rolled down Andrea's soft cheeks as she silently
cried herself to sleep.
-=*=-
The morning shown in gloriously through the large
multi-pained window of their bedroom. The early morning
sun shown upon the handsome young couple as Lambert
Hanson slowly massaged his aching cock, sitting in
front of the video display.
He could see the object of his new found lust half
uncovered, lying sprawled on one side of the bed. She
was laying face down, and he could see that she wasn't
wearing a bra. He was pleased that there was no tan
line on her back, and even more pleased that he'd been
right when he'd figured that she had a fabulous body.
It was even better in real life that he'd imagined.
Lambert was a little surprised that the young couple
hadn't screwed each other the night before. He knew
that he wouldn't have missed that chance if he'd been
Michael.
He squeezed his fully erect cock and began to pump it
again as the handsome young man stirred, waking his
pretty wife. He was immensely pleased and aroused when
Andrea turned over and sat up.
God, she was beautiful! Lambert wondered how her hus-
band ever got anything done. That body was so perfect,
so luscious that he couldn't believe that she was real
for a moment. Then she got out of bed and Lambert began
to spurt little gobs of come from his raging hardon as
he watched her walk to the bathroom.
She was truly perfect in every way, his dream woman.
His orgasm was a surprise, more so since he'd fucked
Marla twice the night before -- pretending that she
was Andrea. He'd watched the young couple ready them-
selves for bed the night before and had stood there
amazed while Michael's beautiful wife undressed
revealing her gorgeous body.
Lambert had been fired up -- expecting a good show.
But when nothing happened between them that night,
he'd gone to bed with an extra big load to expend.
Marla, his current girlfriend had been a little sur-
prised at his intensity, but had excepted his violent
lovemaking as part of his unpredictability -- which
she enjoyed.
He could hear Marla moving around in the bedroom, and
knew that he didn't have much time left. But he could
only stare as Andrea came out of the bathroom wrapped
in a towel, drying her hair, and Michael walked past
her to take his own shower. 'What was wrong with that
limp-dick anyway,' he wondered.
-=*=-
As the week progressed Lambert's little spying act
continued to show very little in the way of intimacy
between to two beautiful young people. In fact they
had made love only once since they had been there,
and frankly, it hadn't looked all that satisfying for
Andrea.
It had been on Wednesday night; they had all gone to
the local nightclub in Martinsville, about 20 miles
away. After an evening of entertainment and lots of
dancing, (Lambert had danced with Andrea every chance
he got.) they had returned to his mountain home and
after a nightcap, each couple had gone to their rooms.
Lambert as usual left Marla to herself for a time,
explaining that he had a little business to complete
before going to bed. He'd headed to his office not
expecting anything out of the ordinary. But when he
turned on the monitor he was instantly riveted to the
screen. There they were, Andrea underneath Michael,
her knees raised slightly, legs spread a little, with
Michael plowing away, grunting each time he came to
rest.
This scene made Lambert instantly hard, the couple
before him where very good looking, there was no
denying that. But he could tell that even though they
were screwing each other, and hadn't had sex for at
least several days prior, Michael didn't look like he
was enjoying himself as much as he should have.
Lambert actually became angry when he looked at
Michael's beautiful wife, laying there, eyes closed,
concentrating of the sensations her husband was giving
her. He could tell that she was enjoying herself, there
was no doubt as she hugged him to her and wrapped those
beautiful tanned legs around his body and thrust
desperately back at him.
He could also see her abject disappointment as her
husband's body tensed and jerked as he came in her
after only a minute. When Michael pulled out of his
wife causing her to moan her need for satisfaction,
Lambert decided that he would take over for that
hopeless fool. He wondered to himself, 'How could
any man not take care of a woman like that?'
-=*=-
On Thursday morning, Lambert Hanson asked Michael to
stay behind for a talk about his future. Andrea didn't
want to go to the lake if her husband wasn't coming
with her, but Lambert insisted that they would be in
a meeting most of the morning and that she shouldn't
put a damper of everyone else's day. So she reluctant-
ly went with the others for a day of water skiing and
sun on the lake.
-=*=-
The two men were sitting on the large veranda at the
back of the house, the older man looking out at the
panoramic scene as he spoke, "Michael, I've decided
to promote you. As of now, you're the Comptroller,
and your new salary is $400,000 a year plus a 22%
bonus if you bring the company in at budget." Lambert
turned to watch carefully as the young man stood there
in silent shock.
Michael had expected a hundred grand, but a three hun-
dred thousand dollar raise was beyond his immediate
comprehension. Finally he said, "Thank you Mr. Hanson,
I didn't expect that kind of generosity, but you can
bet I'll give you your money's worth."
"Don't be such an innocent Michael, that money is way
over the rate paid for the job. I'm not paying you
that kind of salary just for the Comptrollers job. I
want something else from you too."
Michael sat down in an overstuffed leather chair. He
could hear the sound that the leather made as it gave
under his weight.
'What on earth was this man saying?' He couldn't
imagine what Mr. Hanson was getting at, but he sure
wanted that fabulous salary. "Well, what do you want
me to do sir? I realize that four hundred thousand
dollars is a lot of money, and I'm willing to do just
about anything short of murder to earn it!"
"Good! And don't worry about having to murder anybody,
all I want is free access to you wife." As he said
that, Lambert looked closely at the young man. This
was the critical moment, would he protest, would he
fight for his woman?
"I don't understand sir, what is it you want with my
wife?" Michael sat up straight with a confused look
on his face.
"I thought that I had made myself plain young man.
If you are that dense maybe I've made a mistake in
promoting you to comptroller," Lambert glared at
Michael hoping to intimidate him.
Michael had a sinking feeling in the pit of his
stomach. 'What the fuck was he saying? He wants to
screw my wife, is that it? He would pay me a fabulous
amount of money, just to have sex with my wife.'
This was just too bizarre -- he had to ask again.
"Let me get this straight sir. You want me to let you
have sex with my wife. In return, I get the job and
all the money you've offered. Is that right?"
'Yes," was all that Lambert said in response. He
waited, almost holding his breath.
Michael was in shock, but he had just enough presence
of mind to say, "Andrea would never agree to anything
like that, I can't 'make' her do it."
"I'm not asking you to do anything, all I said is that
I wanted free access to her. If she wants to play the
faithful little wife then I won't hold it against you.
What I want from you is to keep your mouth shut and
let nature take its course. If you don't get in the
way, that'll be enough to keep your job and that nice
big salary."
Then to Michael's further shock, Mr. Hanson went on
to say, "And besides, your wife isn't all that happy
in the bedroom department now is she?"
Michael stood up like a rocket. Had Andrea confided
in this man, had she suggested this plan of action to
him? He couldn't believe that his loving wife could
have humiliated him like this, he loved her, and he
knew that she loved him back. But a doubt gnawed away
at him -- he knew that Lambert was right, he was
terrible in bed. Maybe that was too much for his
beautiful young wife to accept, maybe her hormones
had made her go to this virile older man.
"Okay Mr. Hanson. If Andrea wants you she can have
you, but I still think that you'll be disappointed
when she turns you down," said Michael as he tried
to sound confident.
"That's all I ask my boy, that and when she comes to
you, you don't say anything against the idea. If you
remain silent on the subject, you've done your job,
and you'll get ahead in my company, I promise you."
The older man looked pleased with himself, the
younger one looked a little green around the gills
as he received his instruction for that evening.
-=*=-
It had been a wonderful afternoon at the lake, Andrea
had enjoyed herself immensely. She wasn't used to so
much attention. Everywhere they went, she was singled
out by some man or group of men. Some of them offered
crude whistles, but others just fell all over them-
selves to help her do little things.
It would have been embarrassing but for her companions
who kept making kind jokes about the locals, and how
they weren't used to seeing such beauty around those
parts.
After almost six months of doubt about her sex appeal,
this trip was a real ego boost for her. She had
thoroughly enjoyed herself, and she wanted to get home
to make love to Michael. She felt so sexy, he'd surely
let her have him tonight if she asked nicely.
-=*=-
Thursday night was enjoyable too, it was "party night"
and some of the people from the office had been invited
up to the mountain retreat, as well as a few locals.
Andrea was dressed in her new black cocktail dress,
and Michael looked so handsome in his tuxedo as they
entered the main hall and reception area. She checked
out her reflection in the large mirrors facing the
hall area one last time, and was more than satisfied
with the impression that her short clingy dress made.
So was Lambert Hanson. He found it a little hard to
breathe as he watched his new comptroller and his
beautiful wife enter the hall. She was absolutely
gorgeous in that skimpy black dress. He had the urge
to push her to the floor in front of everyone and give
her some serious face. 'God, there couldn't be more
than a couple of inches covering that juicy little
twat,' he thought.
All night long Lambert hung on to Andrea. He intro-
duced her to important people and danced with her
whenever the music allowed. She began to get a little
nervous that Michael would get jealous, but every
time she looked for him he seemed to be busy in
conversation and never met her inquiring eyes.
As the evening wound down, Andrea noticed that Mr.
Hanson's girlfriend Marla hadn't been around all
evening. She inquired innocently, "Mr. Hanson, I
haven't seen Marla all evening, is she feeling all
right?"
She was assured that everything was fine and that
Marla just had to leave a day or so early. Giving it
no further thought, Andrea went in search of her
husband.
-=*=-
Michael was strangely silent as they undressed for
bed that night. As Andrea slipped under the covers,
Michael turned out the lights and then as if forget-
ting something, mumbled that he would be right back.
Time must have slipped by because Andrea was awakened
as Michael climbed into bed next to her. She was
drowsy from the champagne and sleep, but gratefully
accepted his arms as they encircled her body, pulling
her backward to spoon against his body.
Andrea came wide-awake as Michael's hand slid down
between her legs! This was something new... Was he
going to take the initiative for once? It felt
delicious to actually lay there and let him do the
work for once. She was so happy -- and so aroused.
She tried to turn over to kiss Michael but he held her
firmly against his strong body. Wonder of all wonders
-- she felt his erection growing as it poked between
her thighs from behind. This had never happened before.
Completely aroused now, Andrea scrunched down a little,
reaching between he legs and grasped his stiff manhood
in her loving, stroking hands. Mmmm... he felt nice and
hard, nice and big, it was like a dream.
She began to rub the throbbing head of his shaft
against her hot, moist pussy slit. It was the most
wonderful thing she'd ever felt in her life. To lay
there lazily stroking her husband's cock along her
pussy-lips, it was so... delicious...
Andrea was just too horny to wait any longer she quiet-
ly moaned, "Fuck me, please Michael! Fuck me now...!"
"I'll fuck you beautiful, but you didn't really think
Michael could do it, did you?"
Andrea tensed as she realized that the man in her bed
wasn't her husband. She didn't move as she felt his
hand between her legs, his fingers twirling around the
little nub of her pleasure.
Then he said, "Michael knows I'm here, he also knows
what you need, and is willing to let me give it to
you."
Andrea wanted to scream, to jump up from the bed and
run out of the room. 'How could Michael do something
like this too me!' She thought.
Andrea almost stopped breathing all together when she
realized it was Lambert in bed with her as he said,
"You see, I paid him $400,000 for you, and he took the
money gladly. But you're worth that and more to me."
She lay beside the older man -- stunned -- as he con-
tinued to work on her numb body. But the numbness
didn't last for long. As she lay there limply, she
felt Lambert's big cock find its way further between
her legs, it began to insistently poke at her unpro-
testing opening.
After a few moments Andrea realized that he had entered
her, not very deeply, because he was coming at her from
behind, but as she realized that he was actually fuck-
ing her, the floodgates opened.
She thought, 'Why not? Her husband didn't seem to care,
and it seemed like she had gone "without" forever.'
In one violent twisting move, Andrea came to face her
lover. Lambert was a little surprised as the supple
young woman came up against him so suddenly. He could
feel her smooth skin against his, her firm tight
breasts with their rock hard nipples pressing against
his chest. As she wiggled up against him he thought he
might come then and there, just like a teenager.
She didn't stop there, She quickly pushed the older
man onto his back and climbed aboard. He lay there
fascinated by this beautiful woman. He realized that
she had discarded her husband and was about to fuck
him with all the intensity a young woman could bring
to bear.
Lambert watched as she placed his huge stiff cock at
her entrance and sank down upon it. God, it was better
than he'd dreamed! She was so beautiful, and so tight!
Andrea smiled down at the older man with an evil grin
on her lovely face as she ground against him. "Old man,
I hope your heart is in good shape, because I'm going
to fuck your brains out tonight. And tomorrow, you can
send Michael back to the office and we'll keep at it
until we both collapse!"
With that, Andrea started riding Lambert's cock like
a cowgirl at a rodeo. Within a minute she was screaming
at the top of her lungs, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!
HARDER!" Lambert tried to quiet her down, but she
became louder until they came almost together.
Actually Lambert's orgasm started a moment before
Andrea's did. Her wild display drove him over the top
quickly. As he came in her, he momentarily thought
about what he'd say to the guests the next day, he
hadn't intended that everyone hear what was taking
place.
But that thought was only a fleeting one as he almost
sat up with the intensity of his orgasm -- Andrea felt
him expand and contract inside her and knew that he
was filling her with hot come. The thought of a strange
man's come inside her body sent her into delicious
spasms... "YES... YES... GOD YES!" She screamed.
Finally Andrea slumped over Lambert, their sweat soaked
bodies pressed together, lungs fighting for air. She
could still feel his stiff shaft inside her, twitching,
and she shivered again in small multiple orgasms that
made her moan with pleasure.
Michael stood in the darkened hall, peering thought the
door. His come splattered against the hallway wall, and
he was breathing as hard as the two people on the bed.
If he'd only known earlier how much he liked to watch,
things might have been different, he thought sadly.
Thank you Professor Stephen for your wonderful help in
proofreading my story.
(c) copyright May 1999 Kristen Kathleen Becker
Kristen078@hotmail.com
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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