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Back Stage
by Silver Dragon (silver-dragon@bookandpoems.com)

***

John tricks Tarina into being the company whore. But 
Tarina and John's wife agree that actually it was the 
women running the show, not the men. (MF, bi, oral, 
prost)

***

John Walker was not a small man but he was almost 
dwarfed by the company's CEO. John always had a little 
squeamish feeling when he talked with Mr. Offenbach. As 
a fairly tall man himself he was not used to look up to 
someone else's eyes and therefore he was always 
slightly irked by the fact that he had to do so when he 
had to talk to Offenbach while standing. 

Jim Offenbach skillfully steered the conversation to 
the object that interested him lately, a young lady 
whom he wanted to meet at tonight's party. He took 
John's arm and steered him in the direction of the 
Patio. From there they descended the three steps that 
led into the dark garden. 

Once they were away from the house, Offenbach led right 
into the subject he wanted to discuss. "John, as I 
expounded at the meeting, I am proud of you and your 
accomplishments here. And to all the things I have 
talked about, I must add also that it was you who found 
the young lady about whom I hear all kinds of good 
news. I can't even recall her name at the present. Tell 
me a bit about her and also how you convinced her to 
join us. She is truly an asset to the organization, 
just make sure that everything looks legitimate." 

"No problem, Chief," answered John. "She is unusual, 
but that is to be expected for a girl with the unusual 
name of Tarina. I want you to meet her tonight and 
maybe get better acquainted with her upstairs in the 
extra guest room next to the study of mine. She is very 
good looking, although not the ravishing beauty to make 
her Miss Universe. She is effervescent, full of energy, 
has a good humor, and is willing to do whatever needs 
to be done in her capacity." I then told him how I 
spotted her, how I recruited her, and how she came to 
assume her position with us. 

Jim has business on his mind at all times and as usual 
he mixed business and social times together, breaking 
up my tale into a number of chunks. Therefore I better 
leave Jim in the garden and just tell you the story of 
Tarina directly. 

I saw her for the first time at a company party right 
here in my house. I soon found out who she was and that 
her husband is am accountant with us and is on the road 
90 percent of the time to check on our various 
branches. So I figured she might be a bit frustrated, 
which would help to convince her to join forces with 
us. I took her aside and told her that I had a few 
questions for her and maybe some good advice. 

I took her for a walk in the garden and asked her if 
she knew that her husband was in line for a promotion. 
She said that she knew and that she also knew that 
there were two other gentlemen the company was looking 
at for the new post. That was right, I told her, 
another exec and I must make that decision by the end 
of next month, eight or nine weeks from now. 

"Do you come from a wealthy family?" I asked her. "Oh 
no," she laughed. 

"Well then," I continued. "You probably have noticed 
that men in higher positions have beautiful wives much 
more frequently than people in the lower echelons. 
Higher executives start out the same as the lower ones, 
but they rise up the ladder much faster. Their wives 
are the reason. 

Let me explain, and I hope I don't offend you with my 
openness. The movie stars who get the choice roles are 
the ones who know how to play the game. Just as we men 
use our talents to make a good living for ourselves and 
our wives, so some women use their talents, their 
assets, to influence the right people, the ones that 
will move hubby up the ladder. 

Naturally, that woman must be beautiful, full of life, 
and have a good sense of humor. These are attributes 
that we men appreciate in a woman. And she must be 
ambitious. I remember a revealing conversation with 
Susanne, a beautiful lady, who told me that there were 
a number of good reasons for her doing what she did. 

She explained, 'I definitely enjoyed the variety of 
men, I enjoyed the feeling of doing something naughty, 
I was helping my husband to advance, and I enjoyed 
giving pleasure to someone else.' Then she added with a 
wistful smile, 'and to myself also.' She also confided 
in me that her husband eventually found out what she 
was doing. He was not upset after she pointed out that 
their personal life had never been effected one way or 
the other." 

I had Tarina's full attention and so I continued. "In 
fact, in the circle of the rich and the famous the 
husband usually knows about his wife's activities. 

In case nobody ever told you, it is part of my job to 
decide, together with Paul Mentor, who gets promoted if 
there are several equally qualified contenders. I am 
probably violating some company policy but you have 
made quite an impression on Paul and me and so we 
decided to tell you about that little secret as to how 
life is conducted back stage. 

Now you have the facts before you and I want you to 
think about it and let me know your decision. If I 
judge you correctly you are the ambitious type, am I 
right?" 

It took her less than five seconds to make a decision. 
There was no hesitation in her voice when she agreed, 
"yes I am ambitious and I will do whatever it takes. 
Furthermore, Mr. Johnson, I think it would be great fun 
showing you a good time. We are quite secluded here and 
I would love to give you a little sample." She took my 
arm and steered me around the corner, sat down on the 
bench and opened my zipper." 

"I love it when I get one that is not real hard yet and 
I have the privilege to bring it to full bloom. Give me 
ten seconds," she announced. The next moment she had my 
dick in her mouth and started to move her lips up and 
down. It appeared to me that she didn't have the 
finesse of a more mature and experienced woman, but she 
made up for with eagerness. How wrong I was I found out 
later on her first afternoon visit. It was quite 
obvious that she wanted me to enjoy the blowjob. 

I didn't last very long. I didn't want to be missed on 
the floor, and the excitement of there being the chance 
of discovery hurried me on, too. 

I took Paul aside to tell him that I had just secured 
some extra pussy for us if we could keep her husband 
traveling even after his promotion, which anyway was 
still another two to three months away. 

When the party started to break up I took Tarina aside 
again to tell her that my wife plays golf every Friday 
with a gaggle of other wives and that I expect her 
about two in the afternoon. I instructed her to wear a 
front buttoned blouse, a miniskirt, and definitely no 
underwear. She did not flinch a bit, just smiled and 
said, "I will be on time." 

Friday morning I went to my office as usual, but I got 
very little work done, I was nervous about how this 
would work out, and at the same time I was excited with 
the prospect of having some young pussy available. I 
forgot to tell you that I am fifty-one. 

She arrived at exactly two with a big, happy smile on 
her face. She looked absolutely ravishing. She was 
dressed as I had told her, her make-up was absolutely 
perfect, just enough to enhance her beautiful face, 
especially her eyes. In my mind I had pictured her 
being somewhat unsure of the situation, but that was 
not so. 

She took control the moment she walked in by hugging me 
tight and then kissing me with a passion I had last 
experienced when I was a young lad of eighteen, about 
thirty-three years ago. Instead of me having to calm a 
hesitant Tarina's nerves it was she who had to calm 
mine. 

We went to the living room where I asked her if she 
wanted a drink. She laughed at me. "It seems to me that 
you need a drink real bad, I can feel that you are 
wound up tight inside, so let's have a drink. I am here 
to have fun myself, and I want you to have fun. I want 
you to enjoy this afternoon." 

She had shocked me. When I had talked to her in the 
garden last weekend, I had thought of her as a quiet, 
somewhat pliant, pleasant girl that I had to seduce 
slowly to keep her from bolting. Was I ever wrong. 

When I handed Tarina her drink she stood up, raised her 
glass and announced, "this is to a long and enjoyable 
friendship." She sat down then, looked at me with an 
impish smile, and continued, "I want you to know that I 
would never have considered your proposal if it had not 
been for our age difference. Yes, there certainly is 
some titillation in knowing the husband's wife could 
find out that her husband is having a good time with 
another female. 

After her short speech she stood up and put her drink 
on the coffee table. She turned to face me and then 
opened the top button of her blouse, giggled, and 
slowly opened the first button. She stopped again. She 
seemed to have great fun performing in the middle of 
the living room and I was wondering what she was going 
to do next. 

Her next words were, "I am not really a slow person, I 
only want to savor the moment and keep you guessing. I 
didn't know that it could so much fun teasing a man. I 
have to do that more often." Her hands moved very 
slowly up to her blouse again, first cupping her tits 
and then rubbing her nipples through the thin material. 
"HMMM," she whispered, "that feels so good, I will let 
you do that to me later, right now I want to tease my 
nipples hard by myself." 

But she did open the third button eventually. "I can't 
believe how wet I am not doing any more than what I do 
every night when I undress." She giggled again, and 
then added, "next time I will let you help me." After 
she had all her buttons open she slightly turned her 
head, cocked it, and looked at me with that pixyish 
smile of hers, "you will now be treated to a sight that 
only one other man has ever seen, so I want you to pay 
strict attention." I appreciated her humor more and 
more. 

The blouse opened in slow motion and I did pay close 
attention. She had beautiful tits, smallish, a bit cone 
shaped, which made them point directly at me, with 
lovely red aureoles framing each erect nipple. I had 
the impression that she wanted me to stay in my chair 
and so I did, but it required lots of will power. 

Tarina showed her sense of humor again, "you poor man 
probably rushed home from work so that you wouldn't 
miss me and as a result you skipped your lunch. It is 
only fair for me to offer something to put in your 
mouth as an appetizer to quell those hunger pangs. And 
after that I will offer you a banquet where you may eat 
as much and as long as you wish." 

The minx suppressed her laughter but the sparkle in her 
eyes gave her away. She had more to say while she 
slowly moved the zipper down on her skirt, "your time 
will come, my friend. Lo, and behold the Vixen of 
Benson Biogen, Inc." She raised her arms straight up, 
which made her tits stand out pointing at me even more 
than before. Her shaved pussy showed dew drops, which 
shimmered in the room's light like precious pearls. 

Her arms came down again and two seconds later she 
stood in front of me and took my hands to pull me out 
of my easy chair. Her arms went around me while her 
body contorted itself to fit mine as closely as 
possible. Her lips eagerly closed on mine, her tongue 
straining to get access to my mouth. One hand finally 
snaked back to the front and down my thigh to search 
for the object that was straining to be set free. She 
rubbed it for a while through the trouser fabric, then 
squeezed it lovingly. With one fluid motion she sank 
down to kneel on the carpet, her hands already busy on 
my belt. The zipper came next and my pants were 
stripped from me. My skivvies lasted about two seconds 
longer and my dick was finally set free. 

But only for a second or two. Then it disappeared when 
two hot lips closed around it and started to move back 
and forth along the shaft, every so often withdrawing 
to let her tongue have some fun licking and vibrating 
the most sensitive spot below the head. A hand now 
joined in, gripping my dick at thee base and moving in 
unison with her lips. 

She stopped suddenly and stood up, embraced me and 
kissed me hard. She leaned back a bit to look into my 
face while she stripped off my shirt. That done Tarina 
laughingly explained, "This was just a prelude, sort of 
reminding your prick what a girl's pussy feels like and 
what to do there." 

Again she started kissing me, this time with urgency. 
Her hands were scratching my back, her tongue did a 
dance in my mouth, her body molded itself to mine. She 
straddled my prick and her thigh muscled massaged it 
and squeezed it. While her body was molded tightly to 
mine, she still managed to wiggle a bit from side to 
side, rubbing her tits and her belly against mine. When 
she finally set me free I was hotter than I had ever 
been in my live. 

Tarina gave me one more look like Cheshire cat and then 
turned, bent over, and wiggled an invitation. The next 
moment I found myself deeply imbedded in her, her 
juices lubricating her pussy to the point of dripping 
out onto the carpet. I tried hard to think mundane 
thoughts to make the fuck last, but it was useless, I 
was charged too much, and I soon exploded with an 
orgasm that rippled down my legs. I was not sure if I 
could keep standing. The climax gripped me with such a 
force that I was short of breath, gasping for air. 

I collapsed into the deep cushions of the couch where I 
was joined by Tarina. She took my face into her hands 
and kissed me tenderly. Then she placed a finger on my 
lips that told me to be still while her other hand was 
busy playing with my chest hair. After she took her 
finger from my lips I still had to wait a bit before I 
was able to speak. 

"Woman, you are unbelievable. You just did something to 
me that no one else had ever done." 

Tarina giggled, and then laughed out loud, "You just 
met an innocent young housewife who was seduced and 
forced to service some senior executives and maybe will 
have to do the same even to the CEO sometime in the 
future. That turned this innocent housewife into a 
semi-professional call girl. So, what do you expect 
from a semi-professional?!" 

We were both in a good mood, sipped our wine, and had a 
friendly chat. We called Paul and set up an appointment 
for the next day. Suddenly I remembered that my wife 
could come home any minute. We kissed a quick good-bye 
and she drove off. 

Late the next day Paul called to tell me his adventure 
with Tarina and we compared notes. What stood out in 
capital letters was her tremendous sense of humor, and 
her sincere efforts to please. And that she enjoyed 
sex. 

About four weeks after our first meeting she asked me 
to tell her a bit more about Susanne, who I had 
mentioned before. So I told her that she was sorely 
missed for reasons I had not told her about. 

"Susanne was an unusual lady," I started. We miss her 
as a person, and also because she was a wonderful 
entertainer. You see, we have important clients, also 
prospects, coming to town for meetings and the company 
pays for their room at the Grand Hotel. We also pay for 
their evening dinner and drinks. Many of these men 
enjoyed a relaxing evening and good conversation, 
especially if the dinner companion was a beautiful lady 
with lots of humor. 

And Susanne had lots of fun providing this 
companionship, she once told me. The company, 
naturally, was most appreciative and we always handed 
her an envelope with three hundred dollars for her own 
spending account. At first she barked at receiving 
money, until she understood that we would not feel 
right using her services for free." I stopped here to 
watch her reaction. It was not long in coming. 

"I bet she also wound up in bed many times," laughed 
Tarina. "She must have had lots of fun, free dinners, 
free drinks, mature men to fuck her, and then getting 
paid for all that enjoyment. That's a job right down my 
alley." This time she laughed so hard that tears rolled 
down her cheek. After her laughter had died down and 
she had wiped her eyes she asked in a serious voice, 
"Where do I apply for this position?" 

I had the distinct feeling that she was serious about 
stepping into Susanne's shoes, and I was right, as it 
turned out. And that is how Tarina became the official 
company entertainer, entertaining men as well as 
herself. 

About a month after this conversation, when she was 
firmly recognized as the entertainer, we had our 
monthly office party and here she finally met our CEO, 
Jim Offenbach. This party was held at Paul's house. 
Tarina recognized him at once when he arrived; she had 
heard that he was the tallest man in the organization. 
Jim was always surrounded by females, attracted by his 
rugged maleness; he could easily play a cowboy in a 
Western movie. In addition to that he was suave, the 
typical playboy of the right sugar daddy age, complete 
with a shock of salt and pepper hair. It was no wonder 
then that women of all ages found him immensely 
attractive. 

Tarina was waiting for the right moment to pounce on 
him. This moment arrived as he untangled himself from a 
bunch of ladies in order to talk to one o the execs on 
the other side of the room. As he walked through the 
crowd he almost collided with a young vivacious lady, 
who intruded herself, telling him how glad she was to 
finally meet him. I had watched Tarina's performance 
and admired her split second timing and perfect 
execution. Everything had looked innocently accidental. 

It took Jim just two seconds to forget where he was 
going. Instead he led her to the middle of the room 
where people were dancing. He was an excellent dancer 
and Tarina was in her element. I was absolutely sure 
that he had a boner in his trousers; he certainly was 
in a hurry to lead her out the back door onto the 
porch. For what happened next I have to rely on Tarina. 
She confided in me during our next afternoon meeting 
after I swore an oath of secrecy. 

She would not go into details, except that it was a 
less than satisfying performance and the only good of 
the meeting was a proposal. He had offered her five 
hundred dollars if she would visit him in his office 
twice or thee times a month for a blowjob. I didn't ask 
Tarina if she accepted, but knowing her, it could have 
gone either way. By now I knew that Tarina marched to 
her own drummer. And there was more to that girl as I 
would find out a bit later. 

The following Friday I came home in the afternoon as 
usual just before Tarina's arrival. Within one minute 
Jim Offenbach called and ordered me to leave at once 
and meet him and one of our top clients at the airport. 
I posted a note at the door for Tarina, wrote a short 
note on the kitchen table for my wife Gwen, and was off 
at once. 

The golf game came to an early end when one of the 
ladies of the foursome became violently ill. The other 
three, after a short drink in the bar, then called it a 
day and went home. Gwen arrived just before Tarina, and 
just after I had left, finding Tarina's note on the 
door. That's when she felt her time had come to carry 
out a dream she had had for some time, so she confessed 
to me later. 

From here on I will have to reconstruct my story, 
relying on what the two women later told me. 

Tarina arrived as usual right on time and was very 
surprised to be greeted by Gwen instead of me. Gwen 
explained what had happened and poured two glasses of 
wine, not asking if Tarina wanted one, making sure she 
would stayed a bit. Gwen sat down on the couch and 
asked Tarina to join her because she wanted to talk and 
get to know Tarina better. 

"I would like get to know you better," Gwen had 
started, "after all, I am sharing my husband with you." 
Gwen was amazed that Tarina did not show any reaction 
besides taking another sip of her wine. 

After a moments silence, Tarina spoke up. "Aren't men 
pretty dumb in some respects. Like your husband 
believing that you were in the dark. I certainly was 
aware that you knew, and not only that, but that we 
knew of each other." 

"You are a very perceptive lady," commented Gwen. "At 
least he did not choose a bimbo. You are right. I have 
been aware of my husband's philandering for some time 
and I am not concerned, in fact, I think I even got 
more intimate attention now than before. 

I think we could be real friends, we think alike. I am 
a firm believer in the old saying that what is OK for 
the gander is also OK for the goose." Gwen had made her 
offer, now the ball was in Tarina's court. 

I had not known that my wife had lusted after girls, to 
my knowledge she had never shown any interest in that 
direction. But as Tarina said, we men can be very dumb 
at times. I don't know if Tarina harbored similar 
wishes, or if she wanted to make sure that peace 
prevailed, or if she felt blackmailed, or maybe just to 
please someone. At any rate, the two women did wind up 
in our bedroom. 

Gwen took Tarina in her arms, hugged her and whispered 
in Tarina's ear, "I have waited many years for this. I 
never met a girl before with whom I wanted to share an 
afternoon. You are different, both loveable and loving, 
sweet and giving of yourself, I could almost fall in 
love with you. Right now I want to make love to you, I 
want to taste you, I want to feel you tremble in 
ecstasy." 

She took Tarina's head between both hands and placed 
soft kisses on Tarina's eyelids, the tip of her nose, 
her forehead. She ran the tip of her tongue over 
Tarina's eyebrows, down one cheek to the girl's lips, 
letting her tongue wander just at the edge of Tarina's 
lips. Soon both could not wait any longer, they 
embraced and kissed with passion, their mouths half 
open, their tongues seeking each other in a frantic 
effort to get acquainted. 

It was a long time before they broke their kiss. They 
opened their eyes and looked at each other. Their 
passion flared up again after just a few seconds, their 
lips found each other again for a kiss as hot, or even 
hotter, than before. Tarina's hands on Gwen's back had 
wandered to Gwen's ass and pushed hard to try and get 
their bodies closer still. When reality slowly returned 
Gwen suggested they get more comfortable. 

Locking eyes with Tarina she slowly opened the top 
button of Tarina's blouse, taking her time. The other 
buttons followed in slow-motion to let Tarina enjoy 
being undressed by someone else. Tarina smiled back at 
Gwen and remarked, "This is fun. I have never been with 
another girl before, but I think I will enjoy my time 
with you." 

When Gwen was done with the last button the blouse 
opened to reveal two tits crowned by erect, stiff 
nipples, set in the center of reddish aureoles. That 
combination made Tarina's arousal quite obvious. Tarina 
did not mind, she was proud of her breasts and enjoyed 
having them admired by her partners, and today 
especially. Gwen commanded her, "Keep your arms at your 
side until I tell you, right now I want to take my time 
to feast my eyes on your lovely twins."

After a minute she brought both hands up and softly 
stroked Tarina's boobs, lovingly caressing them. She 
extended a finger and let it walk around the nipple, 
lightly teasing it occasionally with her fingernail, 
causing each nipple to stiffen even more. Tarina was 
quivering ever so slightly. But when Gwen replaced her 
hands with her mouth the girl could not hold back any 
longer. Her arms went behind her friend's neck to keep 
those delicious lips from leaving their post except to 
move over to the other side.

Gwen's hands had snaked down Tarina's body to hold her 
tight while she attacked the two nipples. After a while 
one hand moved further down to land between the girl's 
legs and urgently demanded access. Tarina's body 
reacted at once. Her legs spread slightly and the 
finger, unhindered by panties, found its target where 
it started dancing a slow dance, bringing loud moans 
from Tarina's open mouth. She started shaking under the 
twin attack on her sensitive parts and Gwen released 
her, leading the highly aroused woman to the bed.

She stripped the blouse off Tarina, opened the zipper 
and pulled down the miniskirt. She tried to push Tarina 
backwards toward the bed but her friend had other 
ideas. "Stop right here," announced Tarina. "You have 
me naked and you are still dressed. That has to be 
changed right now. And you better stand still while I 
undress you or else I will have to teach you a lesson 
in obedience." It was hard to say who of the two 
laughed harder.

When Tarina had removed Gwen's blouse and bra she stood 
back a step to get a good look at her friend. After a 
few moments of inspection she stepped close again to 
Gwen and smiled at her.

"Gwen, I have never done this. I have never touched 
another woman's breast, let alone take her tits or her 
nipples in my mouth. But with you I will enjoy it, I 
know." She took a deep breath, bent her head and took 
Gwen's left nipple in her mouth. She played with it, 
sucking it, torturing it with her tongue.

She soon found out that she liked what she was ding and 
paid a visit to the left nipple. She ran just the very 
tip of her tongue around the nipple, then let her 
tongue wash it and finally she put her mouth over it, 
never letting her tongue come to rest. It was Gwen's 
turn to shiver, and when Tarina's hands moved up to 
fondle and squeeze each tit in turn she moaned loudly.

Gwen was too aroused to wait any longer. She took 
Tarina's head between her hands and forced Tarina to 
let go of her twin victims. She pushed Tarina back to 
fall backwards onto the bed. Tarina bounced back up at 
once, just as Gwen let her skirt fall to the floor. 
Gwen reached for her panties but never came close. 

Tarina slapped the hands away, she was going to remove 
Gwen's panties and she was not to be denied. She wanted 
to do it slowly, to savor this precious moment. She 
looked up into Gwen's eyes with a look designed to mock 
her while her own hands hooked into the waistband and 
slowly, tantalizingly slowly, pushed the panties down 
Gwen's legs. She also noticed with satisfaction how wet 
they were.

Gwen's chance was now and she took advantage of 
Tarina's preoccupation at once. Bending down she put 
her hands behind the sitting girl's knees and brought 
them up, spreading the legs at the same time. Now she 
had Tarina where she wanted her friend. On her back, 
with knees almost touching her belly, pussy fully 
exposed and ready for what Gwen had dreamed about.

She didn't lose any time, afraid Tarina would turn the 
table on her. Her tongue swiped over Tarina's clit 
three or four times, then went away to more harmless 
areas, a maneuver designed to tantalize. Wet kisses 
marched up and down the inside of one thigh, then the 
other. Tarina felt the kisses coming closer again to 
where she hoped they would stay. Instead they skirted 
that spot and went up her belly, stopping at her belly 
button where the tip of Gwen's tongue explored for a 
moment. Tarina's body jerked and she managed a hoarse, 
"Noooh, please."

Gwen's lips went down again, slowly wandering over 
Tarina's belly to her clit, but staying just a hair's 
breadth away from it. Gwen's teasing was almost 
unbearable to Tarina who was ready to attack Gwen any 
moment when Gwen finally kissed Tarina's love button. 
Tarina let out a shriek of joy as her body reacted with 
a shudder.

Gwen was not done teasing, she wanted to bring Tarina 
to the very edge of endurance. The lips now went south 
again, slowly along the inside of Tarina's thigh to her 
knee, there speeding up, hurrying further all the way 
to Tarina's feet. They received their share of kisses 
and when Gwen sucked the big toe into her mouth Tarina 
almost exploded. Her body jerked and she let out a 
series of quick shrieks. She had arrived at the brink 
of what she could endure without breaking apart into 
pieces.

Gwen sensed her friend's state. She shot forward to 
Tarina's pussy, and with one quick motion pulled aside 
the pussy lips and buried her mouth and tongue as deep 
as she could into Tarina's open pussy. Her reaction was 
immediate and violent as her pent up frustrations were 
set free. Her body convulsed in a violent orgasm, her 
hands almost ripping holes in the bed sheet, her mouth 
was open bit there was no sound, yet, she didn't have 
enough breath left to be vocal. She thrashed about, her 
back arching and collapsing several times.

Her climax was almost painful and when it was over, her 
muscles ached, she felt sore all over. Her breath was 
ragged for a long time. When she finally could focus 
her eyes again she smiled at Gwen and said, "please let 
me rest a spell, you have put me through the wringer. I 
never experienced anything like it. I will have to get 
even with you."

Two seconds later the phone rang and Gwen picked up the 
receiver. It was loud enough for Tarina to hear Jim's 
voice telling Gwen that he would be home in about 
twenty minutes. That was not enough time for revenge 
and the two girls promised each other another date 
soon.

They dressed and did their miracles with their hair and 
their faces, removing all traces of their fun time. 
They even thought of making the bed look pristine. 
Tarina remembered her car parked outside and rushed out 
to move it so John would mot expect her here.

They moved to the living room and made themselves 
comfortable with a glass of Pinot Noir, waiting for 
John to arrive. They looked forward to enjoy his 
discomfort finding Tarina at home with his wife.

Tarina startled the older woman when she suddenly burst 
out laughing. She laughed so hard that her sides began 
to hurt. When she had herself in hand again she 
apologized. "I am sorry but this is absolutely too 
funny to keep to myself. Gwen dear, if I can't share 
with you my thoughts, I will break apart. They have 
been with me for some time as I look at the world 
around me, but our situation at the present brought it 
into clearer focus. 

Your husband tried to get into my pants by telling me 
about how life is played back stage. He didn't seduce 
me, I was the one who wanted to get his pants off, 
because I knew that he could boost my hubby's chances 
for a promotion. I then made him invent Susanne, 
because I wanted to be an important cog in the 
machinery of the company for the same reason. 

You and I know how to handle our husbands and make them 
do what we want them to do, and so do all the other 
smart women in the world. Gwen, we love our guys, but 
when I see them congratulating themselves for being so 
clever, I just can't help laughing. But let's make sure 
they never find out that ii is their wives who really 
are in charge back stage." 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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