Chapter 1: Tropic Desire

Brenda Oliver parked her Toyota Sienna near the entrance to the office building in the corporate park. Most afternoons either she or Megan Rigoretto, her husband’s partner’s wife, would come by after work to check on their company’s sales and take care of business. She grabbed her purse and got out of the minivan, and then opened the side door and removed a bag from the middle seats. Locking the Sienna, she took her keycard from her purse and went inside.

Tropic Desire, Inc. was a small but growing company, so small, in fact, that it leased the office it used as its ‘world headquarters.’ It consisted of the two partners and their wives, and not much else. The office was in an office park where they leased an office suite, the smallest office the corporate park had available. They didn’t need anything more than that. The office came with a high-speed Internet connection, some office furniture, a storage space, and access to a loading dock. The Olivers and Rigorettos provided the computer equipment, which consisted of a couple of computers, a laser printer/scanner, and a separate printer for mailing labels.

Brenda tossed her purse and the bag on one of the desks and sat down at one of the computers. The first thing she did was call up their email program and print out the day’s orders. She checked them against the e-sales program of their website and then passed the data to their label system. As always, she thanked the heavens for not having to develop any of this on their own. They had bought a website package; all they needed to do was edit the pages built into the system, and that they could do from home. The system then printed out the FedEx labels for the day’s shipments.

That was it for the paperwork. Brenda unlocked the storage room and went inside. She grabbed an armful of small boxes and headed back to the printer area. Tropic Desire sold Tropic Desire Body Lotion, which was made by a pharmaceutical company under contract and packaged in eight-ounce plastic squeeze tubes. They sold and shipped the tubes in one-tube cardboard boxes, or in two-tube boxes if the buyer wanted a discount. She packed the day’s orders and labeled them; when she left, she would throw everything into a carton and take it over to the FedEx office at the entrance to the office park.

Brenda turned her head as she heard the office door open. It was Steven, her husband, and it wasn’t unusual for him to come by on the days she was working. She knew that Jack Rigoretto often dropped by when Megan was working. “Hey, babe, business good?”

“It pays the bills,” she said, smiling. That was true, too. All four of them had regular day jobs. Steve was a professor of botany at Empire State and Brenda was a secretary for an elementary school in Rensselaer County, Jack was a sales representative for a specialty chemical supply company, and Megan worked in the county office building. They didn’t need to sell thousands of tubes of lotion a day to make their minimum to keep the company going. She turned her head back to the packaging.

The next thing Brenda noticed was her husband moving behind her. She had worn a knee-length skirt and a pullover sweater to school that day. Steve moved behind her and she heard him unzipping his pants. Then, as his pants slipped down his legs, she felt him lifting her skirt from behind. Her panties were pushed down, and Steve said, “Spread your legs.”

Brenda laughed as she moved her legs apart. “A little, wham bam, thank you ma’am?”

“What can I say? I like seeing you in a skirt. It makes me want to fuck you!”

“Now you know why I wear them,” she replied, laughing. She leaned forward, giving her husband a better angle, and she felt his erection nudging her from behind. Then his cock slipped inside, and he pushed it home. “Ummmm ... fuck me! Fuck me!” She put one hand on the desk to support herself; the other held the bottom of her skirt up.

Steve pushed her sweater up and over her head. “I also like playing with your tits!” He popped the catch on her bra, pulled it off, and then reached around to cup and fondle her full breasts. Brenda gasped and began whimpering as he began pulling her nipples. She began pushing back as Steve’s cock fucked in and out of her.

“Fuck me, honey! Fuck me hard!” Brenda’s pussy rippled with the pleasure her husband was pounding into her. “Oh, God, fuck me!”

Steve didn’t respond, although his grunts were response enough.

After several minutes, Steve slammed in, and Brenda felt the cum pumping through his shaft and splashing into her pussy. Her orgasm swept through her, and she collapsed onto the desk as her pussy twitched. After another minute, she felt Steve’s soft cock slip from her cum-filled cunt. She stood up and allowed her skirt to slip back into place. She turned and kissed Steve. “That is a wonderful way to say good afternoon,” she laughed.

“I kind of enjoyed it, too,” he said with a smile.

“It’s a good thing I brought over some clean towels.”

Steve looked at the bag on the other desk and nodded. “Well, let’s clean up and we’ll take them back to wash.”

‘Good idea. Here, you box up the packages for FedEx and I’ll take a quick shower.”

Brenda Oliver was a beautiful woman, even though she had to dress down for her day job. By the calendar only a year younger than Steve, she looked ten years younger. Brenda stood five-foot-six, weighed 135 pounds, and had an hourglass figure. She no longer had the 34-22-32 measurements she had in college but at 35-24-34 and after two children she had nothing to be ashamed of. Her hair was reddish-brown, except on her pussy, which she kept shaved bare. Brenda emptied the bag onto the desk. It was full of old but clean beach towels. She pushed her skirt down off her hips and kicked off her shoes. Then she took one of the towels into the three-quarters bath the office suite had.

Steve had a large box filled with FedEx packages when his wife left the bathroom. She was naked and rubbing herself dry with the towel. “Your turn.” He nodded and grabbed the towels and went into the bathroom. One he left on the sink and the others he put onto a small rack.

Steve quickly stripped his remaining clothes off. He was forty-two, five-foot-ten, weighed 185 pounds, and was in pretty good shape. He smiled as he thought about the need for the shower and towels. Early in the development of Tropic Desire lotion there had been a packaging accident, and a tube had exploded on Jack and Megan. The two of them had ended up making mad monkey love for hours on the couch in the office, leaving a prominent stain and a wildly stimulating scent in the suite. The stain was handled by turning the cushion upside down, and both couples began bringing in old towels for the inevitable sex sessions packaging caused.

When Steve returned to the office, Brenda was dressed again, though her bra and panties were still on the desk. This was a look the married couple enjoyed. Her regular school secretary work clothes were a blouse and slacks or skirt, comfortable shoes, and a regular bra and panty set. Cute but respectable, and appropriate for being around young children. On the days she wasn’t working in the Tropic Desire office, Brenda would go home and change into something a lot more interesting. A typical outfit might be a tank top and a short skirt, and underwear would be notably absent. She liked to keep Steve interested, and Steve heartily approved.

Steve pulled his clothing on but left his briefs off. He tossed them and Brenda’s undies into the bag the wet towels were in. “Whenever you’re ready, Bren. Megan coming over tomorrow?”

“She texted me and said they would be over after Jack left his office tomorrow. She’s planning to edit the latest blog postings.”

“And probably make a few more of her own. Here, you take the laundry, and I’ll get the packages.

Tropic Desire body lotion was the direct result of a trip to the Maltesano Islands two years prior. Steve had been assigned to travel to the islands and collect samples of local plants for a biodiversity study. The Maltesanos were just about the remotest place on Earth, a group of small islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean that took three days and half a dozen connecting flights to get to. Brenda had gone with him, and they had been away from home almost a month. While on the last island, Steve had discovered the secrets of the lava lava and puka puka plants, symbiotes which grew nowhere else in the world, and which, when their chemical essences were combined, made the most powerful aphrodisiac on the planet!

Over the next year, Steve synthesized the chemical compounds involved and combined them into a lotion, Tropic Desire. When a couple rubbed it on each other, they could have multiorgasmic sex for hours on end. It was unlike anything else on the market. The version sold by the company was a diluted version of the original synthesis, which the four owners deemed too powerful for regular public use.

During the development of the lotion, Steve had ordered a variety of unusual chemical compounds from the chemical supply company where Jack worked. Curious, he had quizzed Steve, a friend for several years, about what he was up to. Steve had told him he’d never believe it unless he tried it himself and then gave Jack a small jar of lab-made lotion. He told him to give Megan a backrub and let him know how it went. Monday, a stunned and drained Jack immediately proposed they go into business.

Brenda and Megan first met the Friday after Jack had given Megan the weekend-long ‘backrub’. The two couples went to dinner and the husbands raised the idea of marketing the body lotion. None of them had ever done anything like that, and really didn’t know what it would involve. Should they try and sell it to a beauty company like Ulta or Sephora? Should they try the Internet? What about selling it on Amazon? And before that, how do they make it in bulk and package it and what would all that cost? Jack proposed that he would start looking into the business and sales aspects and Steve would investigate how to make the lotion to scale.

Brenda and Megan exchanged phone numbers and made a lunch date for the following Monday. They met at a restaurant in Rensselaer and immediately ordered cocktails. “I told the office manager I wasn’t feeling good and needed to take the afternoon off,” admitted Megan.

“Oooohh! Good idea!” replied Brenda. She pulled out her phone and immediately began texting. “I just told the other secretary I was feeling sick and needed to take the rest of the day off.”

“So, what did you think of what the guys are proposing?” asked Megan.

Brenda replied with a wry smile and a shrug. “I thought it was crazy when Steve first told me. I mean, I thought he was just having fun playing with his chemistry set, sort of.” Then she waggled her eyebrows. “I mean, like a lot of fun with his chemistry set. I wasn’t complaining about that, that’s for sure! But actually making it into a business? That never crossed my mind, or his for that matter.”

“I bet!”

“So, what was it like, that first time with the lotion? That was just last weekend, right?”

Megan blushed and waited for their server to bring their drinks before answering. Then she said, “That was one crazy weekend.” Brenda smiled and motioned for her to continue. “Well, it was after dinner and Jack asked if I was aware that it was National Backrub Day.”

“National Backrub Day? That sounds like the lamest way to get somebody undressed I’ve ever heard of!” said Brenda.

Megan giggled and nodded. “That’s what I told Jack, too. Then he said that the next day, Saturday, was my birthday and he simply wanted to give me a gift ahead of time.”