Chapter 1

“So how long until you’ll be finished, honey?” Pam’s voice sounded tired.

“I shouldn’t be too late. We finish up the review today. Sorry I haven’t been more involved in getting the house set up. I never expected they would put me right to work. It’s been almost five months and we still haven’t gotten any play time to ourselves.”

“It’s a startup babe. We knew that you’d be burning the midnight oil to make it work. How’s the hot redhead? Any progress?”

“Nope. She seems to have an unbreakable no mixing business with pleasure rule.”

“Too bad. She looks hot.” John had sent photos of the consultant to his wife. They’d had a few lunches and working dinners in the last month. John had thought more than once that there was a spark there, but the twenty-something consultant had rebuffed every flirt while remaining both professional and friendly.

Well their business was about done now. He checked the time. Just after seven. He expected the consultant any minute to present him with the final report. He heard a tap on the door.

“Come in Jessica.”

The girl stepped into the office. She was dressed in business casual, a white blouse and slim black skirt, the proper uniform for a hot tech startup. She was pleasantly shaped. Not thin by any means, with lush curves and red hair swept up into a professional looking do. In her hand was a large binder. As she stepped in she closed the door behind her. He heard it click.

“This is it,” she said. “Final report. I’ve sent over electronic copies too, of course.”

“I guess that means our business is done,” he said. “Are you flying out tonight?”

She set the book down on his desk. “No I plan on staying around for awhile.” She walked over to the couch John kept in his office. He called it his thinking couch, but expected it to serve other purposes once he got himself well setup here.

“I don’t suppose you have anything to drink?” she asked slumping down in the couch. From this angle he could see down her blouse and he endeavored not to make it obvious.

“Diet Pepsi? Water?”

“Water would be fine.”

John reached down to the minfridge that came as part of the perks of the office. When he returned to the couch he noted that an additional button had been opened. He handed her the bottle and obvious noticed her blouse. Then he took the seat next to her.

She opened the bottle and drank, doing that think he had seen his wife and daughter do when they wanted a man to notice. Her tongue licked the last of the water off her lips and John realized that little Johnnie had noticed her too.

“You know I have a rule to never become involved with the people I work with?”

“We discussed it the first day you were here,” he answered.

“It’s served me well,” she said. She inched a little closer to him. “But our business is finished and I was hoping...” She let it hang there.

John moved closer and said, “So what are you saying?”

“I’m not a very forward person,” she said setting the water bottle down. “I’m actually much more comfortable being receptive...”

John reached over and pulled her to him. His lips sought out hers and he crushed her mouth with his. She kissed him back but waited for his tongue to penetrate her lips before she started to french him back.

He ended the kiss. She was almost panting. His own ardor was stirring.

“The door ... anyone could...”

“I locked it,” she said.

“Did you now?” he said moving toward her lips again. This time her tongue reached out for him and she pressed her lips to his urgently.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You. I want you,” she pulled him into another kiss.

His hands began to move over her.

He pulled away from her.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

He turned her so that she was standing next to the couch facing its side. Moving behind the gorgeous redhead John reached under the hem of her blouse. Moving his hands up her torso he was soon cupping her breasts. He leaned into her, his now stiff cock rubbing on her fine ass. His tongue touched the area behind her ear and she sighed. She pressed into him, pushing her ass back into his member.

Her hands moved up over the outside of her blouse and captured his, which were underneath. She pulled them tighter into her breasts. John quickly determined that her bra was of the front clasp strapless type and he was soon moving his fingers over her now released nipples.

“Oh ... so good,” she said.

While maintaining his grip on her left breast John reached down with his right hand. It traveled to her hem line and was soon moving up her leg. When he got to her thong he felt that it was wet.

He whispered in her ear, “You really do want it, don’t you little slut?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned.

He released her and pushed her forward so that she was leaning over the arm of the couch. She lay with her ass in the air, still fully clothed. John flipped up her skirt. He then pulled her wet thong down her legs. She stepped out of one side so that she could spread her legs.

John’s hands moved over her wide, firm ass, caressing the cheeks. He reached down and unzipped, taking his hard prick out and rubbing it against her ass cheeks.
“Oh fuck,” she said. “Stop teasing me and stick that thing in.”

Instead John rubbed the head up and down her lips. Her leaking cunt juice moistened the head and her rubbed it against the hood of her clit.

“Please,” she begged.

He lined up and in a single thrust fully entered her. The effect shocked him.

“Ohhhh fuck! I’m cumming.” Her body shook and he felt her cunt spasm around him. “So long. I’ve been waiting so long,” was all she could say as she finished.

John was not close to finishing and began to thrust into her. He plunged into her depths for only a few minutes when he felt her begin the pulse again.

“Oh yesss! Again! Don’t stop! Uhhhgaaaaa!”

When she finished there was a sheen of perspiration on her face, her hair was rumpled and slick with sweat. She looked so slutty he thought, fully clothed with her skirt laid over her back and her ass thrust into the air. He thumbed her rectum, penetrating it.

“Oh yesss!” she squealed another orgasm running through her. “Fuck it!” she cried. “Fuck my ass.”

John fought his own undoing. He stopped pushing into her to prevent his own seed blasting out. Reaching down to frig her clit, he at last was under control enough to pull out of her without cumming. He positioned the head, well lubricated with her juice, at her rectum and slowly shoved his prick in.

“Ohhhh yesss!” she moaned. “Go slow!”

He obeyed and soon his balls were up against her ass. He began to pull out slowly and she moaned.

“Shit yes! Now fuck me!”

He jammed it back in and she howled in pleasure. Soon he was thrusting in and out of her as enthusiastically as he had been in her pussy. He bowels clasped around him. She was obviously no stranger to this activity. Reaching down, her own hand was soon flicking her clit. She pushed against him as he thrust in and massaged his prick as he pulled out.

Soon he felt his imminent crescendo coming. “I’m going to cum in you!” he warned.

Her ministrations of her clit picked up and soon he felt her cumming around him. That was it for him. Ropes of cum were ejaculating into her as he emptied himself into her heaving orgasm racked body.

Finally he fell forward on to her, spent.

“God you are one hot piece,” he said. “My wife is going to love you.”

She raised her exhausted head. “You wife?”

Pam finished her hastily constructed salad. She was both tired and bored. Neither John nor she had yet made the close friendships that they had enjoyed in Virginia. Let alone the circle of swinging partners that they had established there. Her day basically consisted of getting their new home in order and devouring trashy novels and porn.