From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Office (FMM, threesome)
Date: 4 Nov 199forties 19:49:07 GMT

			      The Office
				  by
			    Larry Lawrence

	I guess I should start this by telling you a little about
myself. My name is Beth (that's made-up, but it's a name I've always
liked). I'm twenty-six, 5'7", 120 lbs (on a good day), and I have pale
brown hair and dark brown eyes. I consider myself to me better looking
than average, and I've always been aware that I attract my share of
male attention.

	I've been married for four and a half years, and we have one
daughter who's almost five. Yeah, that's why we got married, but it's
been a good marriage for the most part, despite that. My husband is a
large-truck mechanic for a dealership and I'm a secretary. For the
past three years I've worked for two men, Tim and Lloyd, who run an
independent insurance agency. It's a pretty decent job. Better than
most anyway, and Tim and Lloyd are a lot of fun to work around, but
that's what this story is about.

	From the day that I was hired, there's always been a lot of
teasing and mild flirtation. It was always in fun and I certainly
never felt that I was actually being propositioned or anything like
that. I never felt like I was being sexually harassed. I'd have quit
if I had. Just a lot of double entendre and semi-dirty jokes.

	That was the status quo for two years, and everyone was
content with it.

	The first break in that routine happened on a Friday
afternoon. All three of us had had a terrible week. Absolutely
everything had went wrong. We were all in poor humor, and just wanted
to finish the week and forget about it. About 2:30 in the afternoon,
Lloyd walked out of his office announcing "Fuck it, I've had enough."

	I said a silent amen to that, and Tim, who had heard from his
office, shouted out his agreement. He also yelled that he had a bottle
of Scotch and that we should lock the door and join him for a drink.
It took a few minutes to get things closed up and put away, but soon
enough the three of us were toasting the end of a lousy week.

	I guess things really got started when Lloyd left to go to the
restroom. I looked over at Tim and we both broke out laughing. No
reason, just one of those drunk things. Then, without warning, he
leaned over and kissed me. I mean he really kissed me. His tongue was
all over in my mouth, and at the same time he dropped one hand to my
knee and then ran it halfway up my thigh. God, it was really hot!
Anyway, we were kissing like that when Lloyd announced his return by
saying, "Well, look what happens when I turn my back for two minutes."

	Startled, both of us jerked apart, but Lloyd was just standing
there laughing at us. He said that that the least I could do was give
him a kiss, too. Tim chipped in that it was only fair, and quite
honestly, I found that I wanted to kiss him. Tim's kiss had me fired
up and I wanted to see how Lloyd compared. Telling myself that it was
just a kiss and didn't mean anything, I agreed. Lloyd seated himself
next to me on the couch so that I was between him and Tim, and bent
over to kiss me.

	If anything, Lloyd kissed even better that Tim. Lloyd used his
lips and tongue to take my breath away. I swear it wasn't just the
alcohol that had my head spinning. It wasn't until we broke for air
that I noticed that he had a hand resting on my boob. I pushed it
away, saying that we shouldn't get carried away. Now, however, it was
Tim's turn to complain that Lloyd's kiss had been longer than his. I
gave him a quick peck and said, "There, now you're even."

	Tim wasn't buying that, though, and he pushed me back and gave
me a very forceful kiss. What he lacked in the way of Lloyd's
technique, he made up for in passion. Once again, he ran his hand up
my leg as we kissed, but this time he didn't stop halfway.

	While he didn't actually touch my pussy, his hand was up to
the crease between my leg and crotch. I pushed him away, but before I
knew what was happening, Lloyd was kissing me again. I absolutely love
to kiss, and it's one area where my husband is quite deficient. That
made it pretty easily to rationalize what I was doing as harmless fun.

	It must have been five minutes before I gathered the resolve
to push both of them away with any determination. That's when I
realized that several buttons on my blouse were undone, and that my
skirt was up around my hips. That shocked me enough that I finally got
up and told Tim and Lloyd that the fun and games were over.

	The acquiesced gracefully enough, although I couldn't help but
observe that both had hard-ons bulging noticeably in their pants.

	It was almost a month later, when Lloyd and Tim were
discussing where they were going to get lunch when Tim suggested that
I join them in going to one of the better restaurants in town.

	I refused at first because of the expense, but Tim persuading
me saying, "Don't worry about money. Lloyd's treat." I had to laugh at
Lloyd's protest, and there's no better way to get on my good side than
to make me laugh. I exercised my prerogative to change my mind and
said that in that case I would love to go.

	Lunch turned out to be great. The food was wonderful, and Tim
and Lloyd seemed to be in great spirits. They teased each other
throughout lunch and they got pretty raw a few times. Lloyd was
calling Tim "Pencil Dick," and Tim was saying that Lloyd had been
arrested for disturbing the peace at a motel once when his girlfriend
had started barking. It's not that funny now, but at the time I was
laughing so much that I was in tears.

	I tried questioning them about what their wives had to say
about their fooling around, and how would they react if their wives
behaved the same way. Tim brushed the question off saying, "Oh, who
cares? She's no good, anyway." Lloyd piped up right away with, "I
don't know about that. I thought she was pretty good last night." Tim
threw some food at him and they renewed their cut fight. By the time
we left the restaurant, we were all high on laughter as well as the
drinks we'd managed to put away.

	Once back at the office, Lloyd announced that he sure as hell
didn't feel like working and left the closed sign up. Tim yelled from
his office that he had some booze and we moved back there. The
conversation picked up once more, but it was in a more serious tone.
We talked about all kinds of things and it was a lot of fun. Even
better from my point of view was that I felt like "one of the guys".
It was a good feeling.

	The topic got around to spouses and all of us complained about
ours being worse than anyone else's. I renewed my earlier question
about what they would do if they found out that their wives were
cheating on them. I was flabbergasted when both responded that it was
pretty likely that it either had happened already or would happen
sooner or later. Neither one of them seemed offended by the idea,
saying that if it didn't turn into a scandal, then what they didn't
know wouldn't hurt them.

	I expressed my amazement at their understanding, say that I
didn't think me or Bobby either one would be so understanding.

	They both put it off to the age difference, pointing out that
they had nearly twenty years on me. "When you get to be our age, it
won't seem so important." Tim said that I must have been tempted at
some time or another. I told him that I hadn't, telling them that the
episode in the office a couple of months ago had been the only time I
had kissed another man since my marriage. I was embarrassed when Lloyd
asked if I hadn't been tempted to go further then. I denied it, saying
that I just enjoyed kissing. Inside, however, I wondered if was
telling the truth, but assured myself that I was. Lloyd's only
response was a comically morose, "Shit, Tim, we're losing our touch."

	The radio was playing some old dance music, and the
conversation lagged as well listened to the tunes. Out of nowhere, Tim
asked, "Know what I wish my wife would do?" Lloyd guessed, "Grow a
third hand in her twat," and "Learn to suck golf balls through a
straw." Tim was serious, though, and he ignored Lloyd to answer his
own question, "Dance. I wish my wife could dance. I used to love to
dance, but she doesn't know how and she won't learn." It was obvious
that Tim really meant it, and his wistfulness struck a chord in me.

	I got up and extended my hand to him, asking him to dance with
me. He looked at me in astonishment, asking if I was serious. I told
him I was and that my father had taught me to dance and that I missed
that style of dancing. We danced in Tim's office straight through
three songs. Tim was a good dancer and after the first song, we'd
relaxed and just enjoyed the slow movement. It was during the forth
song when I heard Tim say my name. I took my head off of his shoulder
to look up at him and he kissed me.

	He was very soft at first, just teasing my lips with his.
Then he just touched the tip of his tongue to my lips and I just
melted. He pressed his mouth hard against mine and I let his tongue
slip past my teeth. Throughout all of that, we never lost the rhythm
of the music. As we danced, we kept kissing. Soft, hard, tenderly,
passionately, teasingly. All kinds of kisses and all of them
wonderful, and all to the soft music moving our bodies.

	It was pure romance, except for the touch of lust that gave it
all such a delightful edge.

	I could feel Tim's hands down on my ass, and I was even more
aware of his hard-on pressing against my belly. It seemed okay,
though, and I didn't object. I just danced and let him kiss me.

	As we danced Tim had somehow worked my skirt up so that my
panties were all that were separating his hands from my bare ass as I
hadn't worn panty hose that day. I also realized that Lloyd was
probably getting a real eyeful when I was turned in that direction so
I broke away from Tim saying that we had better take a break.

	Tim didn't object, but just led me over to the couch.

	As soon as we sat down, he renewed his attack. His kisses were
even more fervent and more overwhelming. I felt his hand squeezing my
breasts, but I couldn't find the strength to resist.

	When his hand feel to my knee, and when I felt his fingertips
tickling their way up my thigh, I parted my legs slightly to ease his
access until I felt his hand cupped over my pubic mound. He massaged
my pussy through the thin nylon sending tingles through every part of
my body. I was lost and I knew it. Tim was going to screw me right
there, less than an hour after I had asserted that I had no interest
in cheating on my husband.

	I began to recline when I bumped into something, which I
realized, to my shock, was Lloyd. He had moved over to join us on the
couch. I knew right away what they had in mind for me. I turned my
head in his direction and when I opened my mouth to protest, Lloyd
silenced me with a tantalizingly passionate kiss.

	I tried to struggle, but recognized that my attempts were so
feeble as to be meaningless. Lloyd kept kissing me as his fingers
trailed magically along the buttons of my blouse, leaving each one
undone in his wake. He didn't even try to reach the hook on my bra.
Instead he simply folded each cup over, popping my tits out into the
air.

	As Lloyd kissed me and toyed with one nipple, Tim cupped his
mouth over my other tit and began gently sucking it while he continued
to rub my pussy through my panties. They kept it up until I had my
first orgasm, which I have to admit didn't take long. I remember at
one point I looked down and was amazed to see my hips were rolling in
time with Tim's hand as he masturbated me. God, I hadn't even known I
was moving!

	As I recovered from my orgasm, Tim and Lloyd quickly stripped
me and laid me on my back. Lloyd knelt on the floor next to me while
Tim kissed his way down my stomach until his face was buried in my
muff. I can't describe how good it felt to be french kissing Lloyd
while Tim was eating me. It seems like it should overload your senses
until they start blowing like weak fuses, but it wasn't like that at
all. Instead it seemed that the warmth and tenderness they displayed
was a perfect counterpoint to the intense sexual heat of the
experience. Like when you mix two foods that seem to be totally
opposite but they combine to form a perfectly balanced blend. Like
sauerkraut pizza. Anyway, I got off two more times that way.

	Tim was the first to slip between my legs. By that time, I
welcomed his weight and the feel of his skin on mine. I felt the head
of his cock probing at my crotch and I spread my legs even wider,
raising them into the air for him. When he entered me it was pure
heaven. I don't think I was ever so ready to be penetrated as I was
right then. At the same time, Lloyd was still kneeling by me and
running his fingers though my hair, softly telling me how beautiful
and sexy and desirable I was. Now who can resist that kind of
treatment? Not me, evidently, huh?

	I extended a hand to the front of Lloyd's pants. Realizing
what I wanted he eagerly complied and removed his pants completely.
There I was with Tim screwing me while I stroked Lloyd's hard dick.

	It was so erotic that I was literally shaking with excitement.
I realized that Tim was nearing his climax, but unlike my husband who
always sped up at the critical moment, Tim was slowing down. I could
feel him swelling and getting even harder as he teased himself to the
brink of orgasm. Then he broke and all of my awareness was focused
completely on the way his dick was twitching inside of me and the
flood of his heat deep in my cunt. I got deliciously near the point of
cumming again myself feeling his volcanic reaction to our lovemaking.

	Tim's body collapsed on me and Lloyd was covering my face and
mouth with small kisses while Tim regained his strength. Lloyd
anxiously asked if I was going to "do him" also. It was kind of mean,
but the way he said it and the look on his face was so funny that I
couldn't help but tease him a bit by asking "Do you what?"

	That left Lloyd quite flustered as he stammered out, "You
know, let me fuck you." I had never been into dirty talk, but
something about hearing Lloyd say that he wanted to fuck me gave me a
delicious thrill. "Oh, yeah! I'll let you fuck me. I want you to," I
answered, enjoying the new game. Lloyd broke out in a wide smile and
he yelled at Tim, "C'mon dammit. Move your ass. Let a real man show
you how it's done."

	Tim relinquished his position with a grin, and as Lloyd
mounted me, I noticed that Tim moved back to where he could get a
clear view between our legs. Lloyd sliding his cock into me distracted
me for a few moments, but when I looked back down at him over Lloyd's
shoulder, Tim's face was within a few feet of my well occupied pussy
and he had a rapt expression on his face. I wasn't so innocent that I
hadn't seen a few adult movies at various parties, so in my
imagination I could envision the sight before his eyes. Plus I had a
fresh load of cum in me that Lloyd was dipping away in. I hadn't seen
that in any movies. Tim noticed that I was watching him and he gave a
guilty start. I smiled to assure him that it was okay with me. He
grinned back and said, "Jesus, Beth, you look great."

	With those words still in my ears, I settled back to enjoy the
fucking that Lloyd was giving me. He was drilling me with long, steady
strokes and creating a wonderful sensation that flowered out from my
cunt and through every nerve in my body. I could feel Tim's eyes on us
and that only added to the thrill. Soon, my body was racing out of
control and I was racked with another long, delightful orgasm. I had
my arms wrapped tightly around Lloyd's shoulders and my legs wrapped
around his waist as he pounded his cock into me. I could feel a fine
sheen of perspiration break out on his body and when, with a low moan,
he managed to thrust himself even deeper into me, I knew he was
cumming. I wanted to feel his sperm splashing in me, but I was so lost
in the final throes of my own orgasm that I missed his.

	After he finished, Lloyd lay on me for a while kissing me.

	Even as I was sucking his tongue into my mouth, I could feel
his dick softening and shrinking in me. I wriggled around trying to
keep it lodged in my puss, but it soon plopped out of me despite my
efforts. Lloyd rolled off, but I was delighted to see that Tim was
standing over me holding his hard-on in his hand. I held my arms out
to him, intending to pull him down on me. He resisted and pulled me to
a sitting position instead. He sat next to me and we started making
out. Tim told me that he'd never imagined that I was so hot. I had to
laugh, and I told him that I hadn't known it either. Tim played with
my tits for a while and sucked on each nipple in turn. He put a hand
down on my pussy and while he fingered me he teased me about how
sloppy I was. It was all so decadent and hedonistic that I enjoyed it
immensely.

	I was playing with Tim's dick which was still sticky from the
remnants of his sex with me. He reached out and put his hand on the
back of my neck and began pulling me down. I resisted slightly. I
don't mind sucking dick, but I've never been to crazy about the taste
of cum, and the idea of licking his dick while it was covered with
both of our juices didn't appeal to me very much at all. Tim was
pretty forceful, however, and it seemed a little silly to put up a
fight at that point so I let him guide my face toward his crotch. To
my surprise, I found the taste quite pleasant and I was soon bobbing
up and down over him quite enthusiastically. I even welcomed it when
Tim moved me to my hands and knees on the floor and he entered me
doggie-style while Lloyd placed his still limp and gooey dick in my
mouth.

	God, the details after that are so fuzzy. I mean I can
remember everything that they did to me, but it seems so remote.

	Like a memory of a movie or something, but, brother, was that
one pornographic movie! For two guys in their upper forties, Lloyd and
Tim seemed to have plenty of stamina. It seemed that even if one
needed to take a break, the other was ready to go. They had their
dicks in my pussy and mouth for over four hours non-stop. I came so
much that I swore I couldn't get off another time, but they would
always find a way.

				* * *

	The next morning I went to work feeling quite happy and
confident in myself. I was wondering if I should allow a repeat of the
previous days activities and if so, what ground rules I should lay
down. I was the first one into the office which was normal.

	When Tim came in I was standing behind my desk straightening
things up. He said, "Good morning, sexy," and walked up behind me.
Without another word, he was pushing me down over my desk. I could
feel him tugging carelessly at my panty hose, but he had taken me so
much by surprise that I just didn't know what to do. I had painted
such a different scenario in my mind that I couldn't make sense of
what was happening. Has anything ever happened to you that's was so
drastically different from what you expected that you couldn't cope
with it? I know that sounds lame, but it's true. By the time it all
sank in, Tim had, as well. I was bent over the desk while Tim humped
happily away.

	I hadn't heard Lloyd come in, until he groaned, "Oh, not
again. I'm too old for this." I looked helplessly in his direction and
I could feel my face reddening from embarrassment.

	Lloyd didn't look like he felt too old, however, as he was
rubbing his dick through his slacks. When Tim finished, Lloyd moved in
immediately. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard him say, "OK,
baby. It's hammer time." Lloyd used me as quickly and impersonally as
Tim had. Lloyd was still zipping up his pants when Tim handed me some
typing he wanted done.

	Since that time, Tim and Lloyd have pretty much used me in
anyway that they want, taking me one at a time or both together when
the opportunity arises. I don't know how to get out of this situation,
and I'm not even sure that I want to. I'm always afraid that my
husband will find out, but now I'm trapped.