Things pretty much went back to normal in the office after that but I hadn’t forgotten Laura and her still-unsatisfied desires. I took every opportunity to tell Tina how good she was looking, praising her hair and clothes, it was like watching a plant, kept in a dark cupboard, being brought out onto a sunny windowsill. Larry must have been like a stone around her neck dragging her down, now she looked five years younger and if she didn’t quite go around singing she was definitely smiling again.
I began to take her out for lunch a couple of times a week, at my request she dropped the ‘Mr Peters’ and I became ‘Steve’, the lunchtime conversation grew more intimate until I felt confident enough to ask some (not too personal) questions about her private life. What I was really wanted to know was how she felt about sex, more pertinently, sex with a woman as part of a threesome, which is not exactly an easy topic to bring up over lunch. I learned that she liked sex but didn’t enjoy pain or anything kinky, which made me wonder exactly what Larry had been into. Okay, the ‘I like sex’ was good but ‘nothing kinky’? The problem was that ‘kinky’ might cover anything from novelty condoms to nipple clamps. Where did she draw the line and on what side of that line was a threesome?
As I’d hoped Tina asked me some questions about my family and home life which gave me the opportunity to set the ball rolling. “Oh, the kids are all away, Mark and Sally are in relationships but I think Jim is still trying to decide which team to bat for, the house seems quiet without them… and Laura has a new boyfriend” (which was totally fictitious but part of the plan).
The forkful of food in Tina’s hand stopped in mid-air as she gazed at me open-mouthed. “Oh, don’t look so shocked” I said “you can’t blame her, after twenty-seven years of married life things are bound to get a bit tame, it’s just a physical thing, we’re still solid.”
I could almost see the wheels turning in Tina’s head. “And you? Do you get to play away as well?” I finished my mouthful of pasta before replying “I guess so, but there’s enough going on in the business without looking for complications!” and with that I changed the subject back to work but I could see a speculative look in Tina’s eyes.
Telling all this to Laura later she was enthralled at how things were going, “so, what’s the next move” she asked. “Ah, now there we need Emilio’s help.” I said, Laura looked blank “Who’s Emilio?” I shook my head sorrowfully, “he’s your boyfriend, dear, the one who will be taking you away for a dirty week-end in the not-too-distant future.” I then told her my plan, she listened attentively and then, when I’d finished, said “you devious bastard, that’s brilliant!”
Back in the office on Friday I opened my laptop and put it on the filing cabinet, I enabled the camera but deactivated the screen so everything in the office was being recorded on a USB but the screen itself remained blank. Tina may have wondered why every document I needed that afternoon seemed to be either in a bottom drawer or on the top shelf, if so she didn’t comment on it.
Sunday afternoon Laura and I went to bed as usual but instead of a porno movie I showed her edited highlights from my laptop camera; Tina walking, sitting, stretching up, bending over and one, great shot of her leaning forward over my desk when you could almost, but not quite, see a nipple. We ran that segment half-a-dozen times before regretfully deciding that it was just one of the small, pink roses that edged her bra.
“That’s her sweetheart, the candidate for your heart’s desire, are you sure you really want to do this? It’s a big step and once it starts there’s no going back. Remember, you’re going to have to watch me screwing another woman and there’s no guarantee that she’ll agree to be your lover.”
“God yes! This was my idea but you’ve done all the hard work, why shouldn’t you get some fun out of it? And I’ll take my chances on her bolting, I can’t stop thinking about it, imagine kissing those breasts! Did you see her licking her lips when you were giving dictation? I want to feel that tongue in my pussy more than anything in the world.”
On Wednesday morning I stopped by Tina’s desk and, apparently indecisive, asked “I don’t suppose you’re doing anything on Saturday evening?” She looked up surprised, “No, I don’t have anything planned, why?” I made it appear as if I was still having some kind of internal debate and, after a pause, said “Oh well, I’ve got tickets to ‘The Importance of Being Ernest’ at the theatre” I knew she liked these English period plays “Laura is going off with Emilio to his cabin by the lake and, well, I just wondered if you’d like to come along?” before she could reply I added “I’ll throw in dinner if that’s any help?”
She grinned, “even forgetting that there’s sod-all on TV and I can’t cook, the evening sounds absolutely perfect.” I looked relieved (which I was, phase one of the plan complete) “that’s great, the play begins at seven, pick you up at six-fifteen?”
The evening well really, really well, I’d seen the movie but ‘The Importance of Being Ernest” was written for the stage and it showed. The acting was better than I’d expected and they had really gone to town on the costumes and props, by the time the curtain came down we were all on our feet whistling, cheering and clapping (although some clown was calling ‘Author! ‘Author!’). It was a short walk to the restaurant and it gave us a few minutes to come down from the high, the conversation was friendly and animated, I don’t know how or when it happened but we both realised at the same time we were holding hands, which had not been part of the plan, there was a slightly awkward pause but neither of us disentangled our fingers.
The dinner was good too. I’d chosen the restaurant with care, not too expensive or flash, the sort of place you’d expect a husband to book if he was out with his wife. Tina was obviously enjoying herself and we chatted away as the food was served but the conversation began to flag as the end of the meal approached, I think both of us appreciated that this was the critical moment. I had been planning this for weeks, spent hours thinking of what to say but now the moment had come I froze and sat there like an idiot. As it turned out I didn’t need to say anything, Tina leaned forward, put her hand out over mine and softly asked “would you like some company tonight?”
We left the restaurant openly hand in hand and kissed in the car; the hard, urgent kind of kiss that tells you more about lust and longing than all the poetry ever written. The house was dark when we arrived, apparently empty. I parked the car and we made our way up the stairs to the house, still holding hands, if Tina was going to have second thoughts this was her last chance. Once inside I locked the front door and asked if she’d like a nightcap? She shook her head, “No, I’d like to go to bed.”
Upstairs Tina looked interestedly around the bedroom, grinned at the king sized bed and the large mirrors on the walls before asking for the bathroom. I pointed to the en-suite, began lighting candles placed around the room and turned the dimmer switch for the overhead lights to a minimum, candles are romantic but there had to be a certain amount of light for hidden cameras to record the action.
Tina emerged from the bathroom at a run wearing only her pants and whirling her bra around her head like a lasso “Whooopee!” she yelled as she leapt up onto the bed and began jumping up and down, “Com’n cowboy! This mare needs a’riding!” I couldn’t help laughing at her exuberance, I love my wife but Laura is middle-aged and her heavy breasts are beginning to obey the laws gravity, Tina’s were young, firm and bounced as she leapt about on the mattress. I’m a tidy guy and normally hang my clothes up in the wardrobe but not tonight, tonight I flung them off and let them lie wherever they landed.
I tackled Tina on the bed and we fell, laughing, in a tangle of arms and legs. I moved around so I was on top and my lips found hers, our hands seemed to know where to go of their own accord and soon we were locked in an intimate embrace, kissing deeply. I’m not endowed with a huge dick like some of those guys you see in the films but, modesty aside, I know I’m well hung. Tina gave an appreciative ‘Mmmm!’ through the kiss as her fingers closed around the shaft and then made an even more expressive sounds as my hand slipped inside her briefs, seeking, finding and caressing her most intimate areas.
On the night before my wedding to Laura my father had given me the ‘talk’ apparently unaware that I was twenty-three and had been living with Laura for 18 months. But his advice was good, ‘time spent in foreplay is never wasted‘ and I resisted the selfish urge to mount this little filly and ride her hard and fast to the finishing post. Instead I kissed and licked her nipples, gently biting and teasing until they were as hard as cherry stones, my fingers played between her legs until Tina began to moan and twist with lust. Then I changed position to a ’69’, my hips astride her shoulders, my head between her legs and my tongue exploring her pussy, already so wet that her pants were soaked and the glistening gel was coating her thighs. I groaned as I felt her mouth close around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the glans as if licking an ice-cream cone then sucking the shaft deep into her throat, I began moving my hips, fucking her face as I sucked her love-bud and hooked two fingers into her pussy, she began to buck uncontrollably as I found her G-spot.
Neither of us could wait any longer “Oh for God’s sake Steve, fuck me before I go out of my mind” she begged, I didn’t need to be asked twice. Swinging round I slipped my fingers inside the elastic of her pants and she lifted herself up off the bed so I could pull them off and they joined my discarded clothes on the floor. Naked now, Tina reached back and, taking a pillow, pushed it under her hips to give me the best possible angle for entry. I knelt between her open thighs and, leaning forward, began to feed my hard cock into her open pussy.
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