Chapter 2

The rest of the day could have been pleasant. Despite minor twinges of discomfort from her sore vagina, she was in the elevated mood good sex always gave her. She even smiled at Tom Ronack when he came by to sign copies of her supply slips. Was it her imagination, or did he take a bit longer than he needed to do so? She knew something was odd when, an hour later he came back to drop off some blank forms, when he could clearly see she had plenty.

Just before he left her cubical, he glanced down at her lap and said, "That's a very pretty outfit you're wearing, Ms. Martin."

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, with a smile.

He smiled in return and left. She was about to return to her work, but chanced to look down and found a dark stain on her tan skirt. The fabric had gotten against her damp vagina and left the print of it, like a photographic negative.

"Oh damn!" she moaned to herself.

Now she had to wonder what Ronack had meant by his comment. He had to have seen the stain, and known what it was. What did he suspect? Worrying about the incident got her further behind and she ended up staying over to finish again. Pete had not helped her feelings when he came by on his way out and tossed a cartoon drawing of a man and woman screwing on a table, onto her desk.

Nearly an hour late, she completed her assigned tasks and printed a copy of the summery report she was required to deliver to Tom Ronack's door each evening. He usually wouldn't need it until the next morning. However, when she went to drop it in his box, his door was open, and he was sitting at his desk, chewing on a ball-point pen. She hesitated for a moment, then summoned her courage and boldly brought it to his desk. He took the report and thanked her, but as she turned to leave, he called her name.

"Ms Martin?"

"Yes?"

"I need to speak to you for a moment. Please close the door."

She did so. He motioned her to a chair before his desk. He seemed loath to say what was on his mind, but finally came out with it.

"Ms. Martin, I stayed in at lunch today to finish some work. After a while, I found I needed to consult a video-tape on safety procedures, so I went to the conference room to view it. The door was locked, but I have a key. I opened it and saw you and Mr. Fine."

He seemed to be waiting for her to say something. What was there to say? She was caught. Now she would be humiliated before the whole office. The rules against sexual activity in the office were strict, the penalties designed for maximum effect. After dismissal, a notice would be posted on the bulletin board outlining the exact reason for the firing. Word of it was sure to be passed to mutual friends of Gene and both their families.

"I don't know what to say," she offered. "I never intended it to happen. Things just got out of hand. Is there any way I could just resign and let it go at that?"

"Do you think Mr. Fine will join you.?"

"No," she said, knowing Pete would insist he'd done nothing wrong.

"Ms Martin, I don't want to fire you, but you two have put me in a very awkward position. Should this behavior continue, and you get caught by someone else, it will reflect badly on me. I'm not willing to take that risk, even though I like you and respect the work you've done for the company. You understand, don't you that this is nothing personal? I simply have no choice. The rules are clear on this."

Her mind was racing, trying to find a way out. "Nothing personal," he had said, but she found the situation very personal. For some reason, she found herself focusing on the words, "I like you..." as if they meant something.

"I like you too," she replied to her own thoughts. "That's what this is about, isn't it? You're interested."

"What?"

She got out of the chair and walked around to sit on the corner of his desk.

"Maybe you're even a little miffed that I gave-it-up to a guy like Pete, when there was a nice fellow like you around?" she suggested.

"I did wonder what you saw in him," he mentioned, "But I assure you, I had no thoughts of approaching you like that. I have a beautiful wife of my own at home."

"Of course," she said, propping her leg up on the desk, so he could see she was wearing no underwear. "But she's the same woman you come home to every day, and now that you know I'm available... ?"

"Ms. Martin..."

"Karen," she corrected, "And I'll call you Tom."

"Ms. Martin... Karen, we have to keep this a business relationship, there's no room for friendship when it comes to company protocol."

"We don't have to be friends to enjoy one another," she explained, opening one blouse button at a time and moving closer to him. "You don't seriously think I actually like Pete, do you?"

He couldn't decide whether to stare at her damp vagina, or to watch her remove her blouse. His eyes went back down.

"Then why do it?" he asked.

"Because he asked," she replied, dropping her blouse to the floor. "Because my man is ignoring me and my needs, maybe cheating on me. Because nothing better came along, until now"

He was leaning toward her crotch, staring at her sex, when she loosened her bra, and tilted his chin up so he could see her remove it. She slipped gracefully from the desk and moved closer to him, reached down for his hands and placed them on her round fleshy cones.

"They're not the biggest," she remarked, "But they're real, and you'll never find firmer ones. I don't mind sharing them with you, because I do like you."

"I... like your... you too," he said, distractedly. "You're so nice and soft to the touch. You make me want to..."

His face was very near her chest when she whispered, "You can taste them. They like to be kissed."

With a groan of surrender, his lips found her right nipple, while his hands gently fondled both. Karen sighed in pleasure and relief. She might just get out of this with her job and her life intact, but was she willing to pay the price?

"I've gone too far to stop now," she thought to herself. "Whatever happens, I can no longer say I was forced into it. I could have taken my lumps and walked away. I didn't."

She was going to seduce this man; had already seduced him, into an affair. Karen felt sad for the woman who wore his ring, but at the same time, incredibly powerful. Never in her life had she considered herself a sex-magnet. Girls like her led ordinary lives, got married, raised kids and kept their bodies for one man. Something had changed inside her, that was driving her down a path she would not have chosen, and she was suddenly capable of anything. Even seducing a married man. She felt beautiful, desirable, and strong, but a part of her was screaming, "No!"

Karen looked down at the handsome man who was enjoying her breasts and realized she had dreamed about this before. In the past she had fantasized about being alone with Tom Ronack and being forward enough to offer herself to him. This was very like those fantasies, except she could feel his mouth on her tit, sucking and tonguing it to rubbery hardness. She could feel his free hand slide up her thigh to explore her damp and excited womanhood. This was real. This was now. Even though she had experienced a lot of sex lately, she found she was ready for this and very anxious to be his lover.

"I want you inside me," she heard herself say. "I'm going to die if you don't fuck me, here, and now."

She reached for his groin, and found something cylindrical and hard behind his fly, so she let it out. She dragged him from his chair, so he had to stand and fell to her knees before him. Karen didn't look at his penis, only popped it into her mouth and began to pump it. She didn't care if it were large, or tiny, circumcised, or not, only that it belonged to him and soon would make love to her.

"Oh god, this is crazy!" Tom groaned. "Karen! Oh Karen, that feels soooo good! Please, make it last... umm... suck my dick!"

She hadn't known she could do this to a man, make him cry out her name and beg for her touch. Gene had once said, getting her to go down on him was harder than pushing a car uphill. What would he think now, seeing her blow her boss with as much gusto as a cheap hooker? She couldn't think about that now.

Her free hand had found her clit and was touching it lightly. She was already too close to losing control for more. She had to be able to think, just a little longer. Karen pulled him from her mouth and managed to avoid his grasp as he reached for her, to force her to finish. She heard his plaintive groan as she stood and turned her ass to him, dragging up her skirt.

"Now, Tom!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"

His hands shoved at her skirt, grasped her hips and with a second's hesitation, drove his penis deep. He groaned in pleasure and began pumping rapidly.

"Oh god, Karen, your pussy is so hot!" he moaned.

"Hot for you," she called. "Just fuck me! Do me hard!"

He pounded the soft cushions of her ass and she felt the tide of ecstasy rising, smothering her thoughts. She was panting now, as anxious as he to reach climax. She looked back over her shoulder at the handsome man slamming hard cock up her ass, his eyes smoldering with lust, and trembled. She wanted this.

"I'm going to cum!" she shouted, shoving her butt at him.

The sound of his groin slapping her bare rump sounded like explosions in this small office. His fingers were gripping her so tight she wondered distractedly if she would have bruises, but at the moment she didn't care.

"Oh Karen! Oh Karen! Oh fuck! I feel it! Karen! Oh shit!"

She was close, so close, just one... more... second. The pressure burst inside her, ripping up her spine to give her a brain-rush. Her swollen vaginal lips felt the expansion of his penis as the load of sperm passed through and blasted free inside her burning sex.

She screamed, "Ahhhhmmmyyyggaaad!" and clawed his desktop, as he slammed it in deep and filled her to overflowing with hot cum. He kept pushing until her thighs were against the cold wood of the desk. Tom didn't seem to want to stop. His hands roamed over her body as if etching it into his memory. They trembled as one.

"I have to go, Tom", she said at last.

"Oh. Right," he replied, pulling away, regretfully.

He stepped back too far, collapsed into his chair and sat there breathing hard. Karen dug in her purse searching for tissues, then stood leaning against his desk and glanced at him as she dabbed at her crotch.

"It's been nice working under you, Tom," Karen said, then giggled and added, "I mean, with you."

He lay back his head and laughed.

"You sound like you think it's over."

"Isn't it?" she asked.

He shook his head and said, "No, I can't fire you for something I've done myself. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a hypocrite. It's a shame. I sure would've loved to fire that asshole, Fine."

"Knowing him, I'm sure you'll get another chance," she said.

"Are you going to keep messing around with him?"

"I'm trying to break it off. I'm counting on being free of him soon," she replied.

He stood and replaced his clothing while she pulled her bra into place.

"Let me," he said, offering to hook her strap.

"Thanks," she replied with a smile. "Are you all right with this?"

"I'm going to have a hard time facing Judy tomorrow, but I guess I'll survive. You know, I've never cheated on her. She's a beautiful woman. I worship her and I'd never take the chance of losing her, but lately, sex has been so dull. I worry she may start looking around for someone else. I know she loves me and I guess that's the only thing that keeps her true. Sorry, that's my problem."

"It's all right," she replied. "We all need to talk things through sometimes. If you like, I want to be your friend. Hell, we're on intimate terms now."

He smiled and said, "Thanks, I'd like that. You know we can't do this again? I can't take the chance, so please don't tempt me, I know I could never resist you. You're much too beautiful and sexy."

"Thanks. I'll try to keep my hormones under control. I have someone at home too."

Karen buttoned her blouse, tucked it into her skirt, and gave him a peck on the cheek. He walked her to her car. When she got home, Gene was sitting on the sofa watching television.

"Hi Babe," he greeted her warmly. "Late day? I thought I was the only workaholic in the family." As she walked by, he asked, "What took so long?"

"Somebody screwed up and I had to bail them out," she replied. "I'll tell you about it in a minute. Right now, I've got to pee before I have an accident."

"Sure, but hurry back so we can watch TV together," he called.

She couldn't take a shower, that might arouse too many suspicions, so she did the best she could do with soap and a damp cloth. She used a little more deodorant and perfume than was her habit, but she couldn't take the chance he would smell perspiration.

Changing quickly into her night clothes, she joined him. He pulled her onto his lap and his hand automatically moved to her crotch.

"Damn Karen, you're wet."

The frown on his face, scared her, but she thought fast and replied, "I think I got a bit horny thinking about you. Should I take a bath?"

His frown slowly faded into a grin.

"You're horny? Honey, I've never even heard you use that word before. What's gotten into you?"

"Maybe I'm growing up?" she suggested. "I can't be the sweet, ball of fluff you've known forever. I have a woman's needs and a woman's desires, and in case you haven't noticed, a woman's body."

"Oh, I've noticed," he replied, rubbing at her crotch.

One thing led to another and Karen found herself in bed, nude and moving beneath Gene's straining body. She was afraid she was going to be unresponsive, because she had experienced so much sexual activity lately, but she found the old familiar feelings rising inside her. When her climax faded into aftershocks and she could take stock of her surroundings, she heard his labored breathing beside her.

"How was that?" she asked, stretching in satisfaction.

"My God. Karen!" he swore. "What's going on?"

Concerned, she asked, "What do you mean?"

He showed her his back. Lived marks decorated his skin. She touched his back and felt afraid. How had she gotten so carried away? She apologized, was apologizing, when he put his fingers to her lips.

"Don't sweat it. I'm not complaining. Honey, I don't know what's happened, but tonight was the best sex we've ever had. I love you. You can grow up if you want. It just makes you better."

Her heart beat began to return to normal and they cuddled together, until they drifted off to sleep.

Karen was setting on her desk, wearing a translucent blue silk gown and little else. The air-conditioning was cool on her skin as the garment did nothing to insulate her. That was all right because she seemed to be radiating her own warm glow. Pete came by and whistled at her, looked as if he might come into her cubical, but Tom appeared behind him and asked if he were going home. Pete looked angry, but realized he had no good reason to stay.

As soon as they were alone, Tom threw the folder he was carrying, on her chair and wrapped his arms around her.

"I thought five o'clock would never come," he breathed huskily into her ear. "I've been thinking about you all day."

They kissed lightly, then with more passion, as his hands roamed over her silk-clad form. At this moment she wanted nothing more than to have him take her and make love to her yearning body.

"Is this for me?" he asked, stroking the thin fabric of her gown.

"And who else would I wear it for? Yes, I've been saving it for a special occasion. I want you to make love to me. Not like before. I want it to mean more than that."

He sighed as if in regret and reminded her, "I promised myself it would never happen again. It was hard enough facing Judy last night, when I could almost justify it as passion-of-the-moment, a slip that would never be repeated. If I surrender again, it will mean I've chosen you over her."

"I'm sorry," she said, "But I can't deny my emotions. I need you, right, or wrong, that's all I know."

She ran her hand down his chest to his crotch and squeezed the bulge she found there. He ran his hands down her silk-clad form, then back up, bringing her hem with them. She raised her buttocks from the desk, allowing him to slide the tiny blue panty from her shapely hips. He didn't hesitate, but entered her with a satisfied sound. This was the way to do it, she thought, spontaneously, heedless of the consequences. Prepared to face the world without fear and laugh at the nay-sayers.

Tom was hard and hot inside her pleasure-cove and as she grew more excited, his manhood seemed to grow as well. Soon he was filling her to her limits and she smiled as she opened her eyes. She was looking into Pete's not-too-handsome face. Karen closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to force the image away. When she opened her eyes again, Gene was in front of her, a look of rage on his face. She looked down to find he was fucking her, not with his penis, but with a beer bottle.

"I'll teach you to fuck around on me!" he shouted, then reversed the bottle and shoved the broken bottom into her delicate flesh, cutting and slashing until blood gushed from her cunt.

She screamed and covered her face to hide from the horror. Karen sobbed for a long time before she realized it was over and there was no pain. She looked down at her nude crotch, finding not blood running from inside, but semen. She began to laugh, a bit hysterically, at herself.

Finally gaining control, she climbed from the bed and told herself, "I've got to stop this. If Pete doesn't do something stupid and get us caught, I'll do it to myself with these nightmares."

Gene was already gone. He had made breakfast for her. She warmed it and ate, then quickly showered. As she was toweling, the phone rang. It was Pete.

"Hi doll. Ready for more excitement?"

"I've had all the excitement I can stand," she replied. "You almost got us caught. Tom asked me what we were doing in the conference room yesterday. I made up something, but we can't take the chance of doing it at the office again. Hear me Pete? Never again!"

"Okay Baby, anything you say. I have better plans. For my second wish, I want you to wear something easy to get into and out of, because the plan has to come off pretty quickly. It's a little risky."

"What's risky?" she asked.

"I'll tell you about it at lunch."

"Pete, why are you blowing your favors so quickly?" she asked. "I would've expected you to stretch this out, make it last. I'm serious about this being over when I've fucked you twice more, unless you plan to renege on your promise."

"Hey, I've never gone back on my word in my life," he said, sounding hurt. "I'm just so sure you'll like having exciting sex, you won't be able to go back to your boring boyfriend."

"It's not going to happen," she insisted.

"Whatever you say," he laughed.

Karen went through her wardrobe until she found an old tweed wrap-around dress that had been out of style for years. It buttoned on both sides of the front, but in an emergency, it could be simply folded together and held in place by the sewn-in belt. She looked at the effect in the mirror.

"I look like a prudish old lady headed to a stockholder's meeting," she thought.

No one would ever guess this getup was for a sexual exploit. She grabbed her purse and realized the tape was still in it. She hid it in the closet inside an old duffel bag that contained some old movie tapes, thinking she would dispose of it that evening.

For once she was early to work and Tom gave her a polite greeting as she went to her cubical. Later, he brought some reports for correction and gave her a wink before moving on. Inside the top folder was an unsigned, typewritten note.

"Thanks for last night," it read. "Everything seems to be fine at home, maybe even better. Yes, I think we should be friends, as long as we remain only friends. Thanks for listening to me, which meant a lot. I've never had a woman friend before, this could be interesting. Talk to you later. Have a good day."

She smiled as she sent the note through the shredder. It would be lovely to have Tom for a friend. She would never have to be embarrassed to tell him anything. He was a genuinely nice guy. Karen began to feel good about the day and dug into the workload eagerly. She was ahead for once, when lunch-time came. Tom came by and asked her if she had plans for lunch. She apologized and said she did.

"But ask me again," she said, with a smile.

"Next time," he agreed, gave her a grin and walked away.

Pete had been hovering around at the far end of the room as she stood in the aisle speaking with Tom, now he came over and asked, "Why are you chummy with the boss all of a sudden?"

"Jealous?" she asked.

"Should I be?"

"Of course not," she replied. "Tom's a nice guy. A real family man."

"Sure he is," Pete grinned. "I bet he'd give you the stick in a heartbeat if he wasn't chickenshit."

She frowned at the crudity and demanded, "Let's get this over with."

"First, go to the little girls' room and remove your underwear, you won't need it."

She did as he asked, then walked to her car alone. He met her in the parking lot of a supermarket a few blocks away. As she settled into his car, he outlined the plan.

"You're crazy!" she exclaimed, when she knew all the details. "You're going to land us in jail."

"Not if you do exactly what I've said," he replied. "I've thought it through completely. There'll be so much confusion the cops won't show up until we're long gone."

"It's too risky;" she insisted.

"Do you want to be free of me?" he asked, "Because I'd just as soon keep screwing you every day from now on."

"No."

"Well, this is what I want to do."

What could she do? She unbuttoned both rows of fasteners as he moved down the street and pulled into a vacant lot behind Main Street. Together they walked to the back of a large building and Pete tried the personnel door beside a larger roll-up door. It opened and he grinned as he waved her inside.

"I told you," he said. "They lock the front at lunch, but leave the back so they can get back inside. Now don't get worried if you see Mr. Davis in his office. He eats lunch there. He can't hear, and can't see past his fingertips. Just follow me close, so we can finish before the warehouse crew gets back.

Karen followed close on his heels as he led her through the warehouse and up the stairs to the next level. There were offices to the left at the top of the stairs and a small, stoop-shouldered man was inside eating a sandwich at his desk. They passed near his window without notice and walked to the front of the furniture store. It was just as she remembered from a past visit. Most of the front of the store was huge windows and glass doors looking out on Main Street. To the right was a two walled partition that made a ten by ten foot room in the corner. This was a display area set up exactly as a room in a home would be decorated. Last time she had been here, a living room set had been displayed there. Today, a lovely bedroom occupied the space. The room had windows on two sides. One facing Main, the other opening on Vernon Street. Outside was the four-way intersection.

After opening the access door to show her the layout. He closed it and walked to the glass doors to make sure they were securely locked. Satisfied, he returned and removed two carnival masks, from his pocket, one black and one white.

"Put this on quick!" he said excitedly. "And drop the dress."

Karen donned the white mask hoping it would hide her identity as he expected, then loosened her belt and let her dress fall to the floor. Pete was nude a second after her, opened the door and hurried her into the area. Pete climbed onto the bed and told her to blow him. It didn't take a lot of effort to bring him to erection.

"Move to the other side of the bed," he ordered. "No one can see you from this side."

She got up from the carpet and moved around so she was facing away from the windows. Just as she kneeled to take him back into her mouth, she heard someone beyond the window glass call, "Hey, look what's happening in the store!"

"Oh my God! She's giving him head!" another voice called. "Hey! Kim! Come over here!"

As more excited voices joined the first, Pete pulled away and said, "Okay we've got their attention. Now it's show time."

He lay back on the bed and she climbed atop him. He guided his stiff post to the damp entrance to her passage and she forced her swollen lips past his flared glands. She couldn't believe how easy it was to take him deep on the first try.

"I'm really wet," she thought in wonder.

As she began to make long, slow drops onto his taunt organ, she raised her eyes and saw the crowd outside for the first time. Traffic had come to a complete halt as drivers left their vehicles to gawk at a couple screwing in public. She almost stopped, but the feeling was so good, she found she couldn't. Outside she could see the people laughing, frowning, staring in surprise, or lewd interest. Their eyes were everywhere on her body. It was a feeling almost of being touched. She felt her passage contract around Pete's thick shaft and she yelled as she threw back her head.

"Cum for me, Baby!" a man outside shouted. "Damn! I want some of that!"

"You should be ashamed!" called a woman, but her eyes were fastened to the huge prong delving again and again into Karen's love-box.

"You're beautiful," a man called.

She smiled and threw back her hair to expose all of her breast to him. Pete let her ride for a moment longer, then pulled her down to his chest and rolled atop her. He held himself off her body so the crowd could see his tool plowing into her glistening pink tissues.

"Fuck the bitch!" a man shouted. "Make her sore!"

The crowd was getting louder and pressing tight against the windows. There was some shoving as those in the back tried to get a better view. What started out as a traffic-jam was turning into a riot. Karen felt her muscles pulse around Pete's thrusting manhood and he swore as he tried to keep from flooding her with thick juice. He withdrew long enough to flip her over, then began to pump her hard when she rose to all fours.

"Oh shit!" someone called. "He's tearing her ass up!"

"That's one beautiful babe," a man remarked.

"Baby, I love your body!" another called. "Shake those titties!"

Karen almost laughed as she heard some comments exchanged between a husband and wife.

He shouted, "Honey, if you had a body like that, I'd fuck you every day!" to which she replied, "If I had a body like that, I'd be fucking some big-dicked stud instead of you!"

Pete was pounding her ass now, nearly driving her from her stance. She felt the electric tingling of orgasm run up her spine and her passage sucked at his swollen hardness. He slammed in deep with a dying groan and emptied hot sperm into her churning womb. She felt it spray past her clit and down her thighs. He pumped her hard again and exploded against her cervix. Her womb was full to overflowing and the thick, sticky stuff had nowhere to go, but onto the bed beneath them.

"Damn! He really pumped her full!" someone shouted.

"I want sloppy seconds!" called another. "How can we get in there?"

By that time there was a regular pounding and shaking at the glass doors.

"Time to leave," said Pete, wiping his dick on the bedspread.

Karen tried to focus. That last climax had left her confused and breathless. She cleaned herself as best she could and stumbled after him. They grabbed their clothes and ran toward the stairway to the warehouse. At the bottom, they paused long enough to pull them on and out the back door they went. She had to caution Pete to slow down as he drove them back to the supermarket. She didn't feel cautious herself. She felt exhilarated. She had actually fucked someone in public, right in front of a crowd, and had gotten away with it.

Later, as she sat at her desk, happily punching keys, her pussy leaking into the thick pad she wore, she wondered what Pete planned for the next time. Karen knew she shouldn't be so elated. What they had done could have come out very badly. She hoped he wouldn't try to tempt her with something like this again. She wasn't sure she could fight the desire. The sexual rush lasted until quitting time when she emerged from the building to find her sister waiting for her. Tracy wasn't smiling.

"I need you to come with me," she said.

With a sense of foreboding, Karen asked, "What's happened? Is something wrong with the folks?"

"No," her sister answered. "Nothing like that. You know Mom and Dad are selling the old house? Well, they found some things in the attic and want us to go by and see if they belong to one of us."

Karen relaxed and said, "Well if they were in the attic, they can't be worth anything. I'll let you take care of it."