Chapter 5

Two weeks had passed since the bike ride and suddenly there was Sheila I had to deal with. Needless to say, the environment at work was not the same. I knew who she was now, and she was fully aware of my weaknesses. Whenever there was any opportunity for us to be alone she took it and, even though I never responded openly, never missed a chance to touch me. Not aggressively, but more just brushing my hair back, running her fingertips across my cheek, slightly brushing my breast with the back of her hand (which sent me shivers) or just slowly letting her cupped hand ride my buttocks.

Just as I was beginning to think I would have to quit, my assignments went from being just an assistant to being of more value to the firm. I received a small raise and was asked to stay later each day, such to the point that they were competing against my college hours. Needing the cash, I jammed it all in, sometimes leaving my tutoring class to go back to work in the evening. It didn't seem to cause any problems and helped me fill up my days. I was never at work that Sheila was not there. I felt that she had a special "in" there, but couldn't figure it out.

One late evening I was working with her when Bob Somerville walked by. Bob was in his early forties and was one of the senior partners. I had seen him before but, in my position, had no reason to have a relationship with him. Sheila obviously did, being very casual and friendly around him. When I inquired one time about how somebody so young had reached his position, she told me that not only was he very talented but his father had founded the firm and, even though now retired, held a lot of power.

On that night we were really busting our tails putting together a case. When he saw what we were doing, he picked up the phone and ordered dinner for all of us. I expected pizza or something. What I didn't expect was a very elegant dinner served in his office by a young man in a white jacket. So this is how the wealthy live, I thought. It was certainly better than anything David and I could afford so I just ate and went about my business. I did, however, have a chance to glance around his office. What an office! Very luxuriously furnished, a view of the bay, everything. I realized I had never been in any of the big wigs office until that point.

As I walked out of the office I turned and realized she was not with me. I stepped back to look back in, wanting to make sure that I hadn't left prematurely for any reason. I was shocked to see them over by the window, his hands up the back of her skirt and openly feeling her ass. I stepped out quickly, hoping I hadn't been seen. Wow!! So THAT was why she seemed so casual around him. A few minutes later she walked out with him right behind her as he thanked us for our work and said not to stay too late as he was leaving.

We had to do a lot of sorting from a box of files. Sheila smiled at me and said. "Let's play big boss." She picked up the box and walked right back into Bob's office. I couldn't believe she was taking such a big chance when she told me we would use his big conference table to do our sorting. We started our work and kept at it, but I couldn't ignore both the surroundings I was in and, most of all, the view out the window. After a while, I stopped what I was doing and just stood there looking out. David had left from that bay.

"Beautiful, isn't it"? I had felt her presence before she spoke.

"Yes, it is." I spoke softly, feeling her touch my arm as she spoke. I moved a little, but didn't want to appear to be running. It crossed my mind how totally alone we were and that maybe, after what I had seen before, it wasn't a good idea. She sensed my hesitation.

"Don't be so sensitive, Sarah. I don't bite." She laughed very low as she spoke, but there was huskiness about her tone that belied her. She trailed her touch up and down the sides of both my arms for a short while, then they moved to my neck and shoulders.

"Wow, you're really tense," she said as she started gently rubbing my neck. "Maybe we need to stop for a while and get the kinks out."

"I'm fine," I lied. I just wanted to move on from this without making a scene. She was way too intimate to suit me.

"Relax." It was almost an order. I stood there quietly as she began a slow, knowing massage of my neck and upper back. Even through my apprehensions, it felt good. Though David didn't satisfy me sexually, he always gave me rubdowns that felt so good I would almost cum. I wished now that I had told him that. And she was just as good or better, her gentle kneading very pleasing to my senses, which were quickly becoming more acceptable to the situation. Damn, damn, damn, her touch felt good!

Somehow, it wasn't a surprise when I felt her lips on my neck. "Sheila, please." It was all I could mutter as I pulled away. The massage continued as if nothing had happened. When her lips returned I was less concerned with the feel of her lips than my overall situation. I moved my neck away slightly, but said nothing. It was a mistake. She moved quickly, taking my ear in her mouth. I almost whimpered, but kept my composure enough to object.

"I don't want this, Sheila."

"How do you know"?

"I just don't."

She moved around me our eyes met. "Did you want Chris to bring you off in the classroom"? She knew about that?

"Well"?

"No," I answered slowly.

"Did you enjoy it"? Her questions were direct but her face seemed so sincere.

"Yes." There seemed to be no point in lying. I was sure she already knew every detail.

"See, things change," She pointed out.

"That was different."

"Did you want to flash the guys in the café." My knees were starting to get very weak. I don't think there was anything about my life that was secret any more.

"No. Chris made me."

"Did Chris make you or just invite you"?

I didn't answer. She already knew the story in full, I was sure. I realized that at some time during that conversation she had started unbuttoning my blouse. By the time I reacted, it was fully open. My breast were, as always, encased in a nothing bra meant to please rather than to support. Sheila said nothing, moving her mouth to my breast spilling out the top of my bra, spreading kisses like slow honey all over my chest, moving up to my neck and face.

My blouse came off with little effort on her part, leaving me exposed to her eyes and hands. There was no speaking, just the sound of us breathing. All of this was so far out of my world that it had to be just part of a vivid imagination and not real. When I felt her mouth trying to find mine, I knew it was real.

I pushed away and stepped back, finding the big table with my hands and my back.

"We need to stop right now." I dropped my head to avoid her eyes and started looking for my lost blouse. She moved in on me like I was prey.

"Do we"? She said with a little smirk. With a practiced move that only a woman could make, she deftly unclasped the front of my bra with one hand, releasing my breast and making them available to her. She lost no time, slipping a nipple in her mouth as she quickly discarded my bra somewhere.

I fell backwards suddenly to avoid her mouth. It only redirected her kisses down to my sensitive bare stomach. My legs came off the floor, inadvertently spreading and lifting. The result was her standing in between my open legs, bending over my spread body as she showered kisses anywhere she found available. Taking my wrists gently in her hands and holding them to my side, she began a never-ending stream of soft, wet kisses. She kept everything contained to my torso and neck, paying my breast and neck huge amounts of attention, evidently deciding not to touch my mouth.

Finally, she spoke. "Sarah, we want to take you where you've never dreamed possible. Are you ready?"

I was in a state of shock, not at all in touch with the Sarah that had moved to California a few months before. Through the fog, though, something stood out enough to penetrate my distorted thoughts.

"Who is we"? I asked, even though I thought I already knew the answer.

Sheila looked at me for a short while then spoke quietly. "Do you really want to know, Sarah? We can stop right here and now and you can walk away. If I answer your question there is no turning back for you. It is going to change your life even more than it has been."

Looking up at her standing between my legs, it seemed odd that this conversation was happening, and there was a very gentle, concerned look on her face.

"Okay." My answer was short, low and a long time coming. I no longer knew who I was, anyway, and even a bad answer to what was happening to me was better than none.

Sarah moved away from me and walked over to a table in the very corner of the office. Picking up a framed photograph, she came back over to me and motioned me to sit beside her on a large leather couch. Silently, she handed me the picture.

It was a small group posing around a motorcycle. I'm sure my mouth dropped open as I gasped out loud. My stomach turned and tears came to my eyes. Standing there was Chris, Bob Somerville, Barry, and the other two guys from the café. But what really was the clincher, standing right in the middle with a huge grin on his face, was David!

My silence and tears must have spoken for me. After a period of silence, she quietly said, "Now you know."

I nodded. "David is part of all this"?

She laughed like I had asked a really silly question. "I guess you could say he's the architect of the whole show."

I couldn't believe her. Not my quiet, unassuming David. And who were these other people?

I swear she could read my mind.

"It started out as a joke. Almost two years ago one of the guys just got married. He was bragging to the rest of the guys about how true she would always be. David, who by the way is NOT the guy you think he is, called him on it. Since Darren was going away for a few months, David goaded the group into trying to bring her down while she was alone. Darren said it was impossible and wanted proof if it happened. In a nutshell, it happened. Not only did she end up getting screwed in every way imaginable by the rest of the group, they got it all on tape and was sending it to Darren as it happened."

"What none of them expected was instead of it just becoming a 'cheating wife' incident, it became a huge turn-on to everybody, including Darren. Wisely or not, Darren approached his wife with the videos. Instead of it being a disastrous separation, they were both turned on by the events. Using Bob's money, they started bringing in new recruits. It seemed every one of them had a girl back home. Using their individual schedules, they planned it perfectly so that they knew each new bride was coming into a situation that they would be abandoned immediately after they arrived. So it is with you. Don't you think it more than a coincident that just all of a sudden, without warning, David shipped out? Sarah, he already knew about his ship date three months before you were married."

My mind was swirling. This was so bazaar and so unbelievable that I just could not absorb it. Things like this didn't happen to anybody, let alone me.

"Are you saying David married me just to set me up for his friends"?

"No. He married you because he was obviously crazy about you. As part of the group, though, he was committed to offering you to them. By the way, that little thing about him unable to bring you to an orgasm was a sham. You were purposely teased and primed for three months in order to make you more venerable to the situation. He even videotaped the two of you having sex so that we could see you lying there after sex in that unfulfilled, hypersensitive state. The firm has a massive amount of video equipment and your apartment was filled with them with David's consent while he went home to be married. When you masturbated in what you thought was privacy, we were all given the tapes. By the way, your favorite place to do it right after he got off you was on the bathroom floor. Sarah, he's a bull and will make you cum like crazy! You'll find out when he returns."

Carefully, I questioned her. "What about you"?

She smiled. "I was number two."

"Who was first"?

"Heather. You know, the little redhead down the hall." Oh, yes, I knew her!! She was barely five feet tall, breast so large they seemed out of place, and extremely outgoing. The way she looked at me had not been missed. I had assumed it to be an accident that every time she was around me she would lean over, giving me an unrestricted view of those wonderful tits. Without even knowing who she was, I had shivered under her penetrating look and the down blouse show.